#it was more embarrassing than i anticipated because hes not as ticklish but will squirm a little

[happyandticklish]

Me: *thinking I was gonna be super shy about tickling in a relationship*

Also me: *dumps bag of tickle tools out on the bed that I've financed, with matching bondage*

*explains in detail my exact ticklish spots (and has grown comfortable saying the word "tickle" outloud)*

*demonstrates on my (not as ticklish, so he's fine) boyfriend the various ways that you can tickle someone and what works best*

*debriefs for forever afterward about what tickled and what didn't and how to get everything to be as ticklish as possible*

*will confidently ask for sessions if I know there's a chance for us to be completely alone at his place*

Also also me: *can't ask for him to tickle me if we're just chilling to save my life*

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

Any tadc head cannons🥹

Yes I do!

I’m not entirely sure if you wanted them regular or tickles so I took a guess, pls let me know if I chose wrong so I can fix it 😭

TADC Headcannons

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(Under the cut!)

~Caine~

Lee

-Man screeches

-Has one of those loud laughs that sounds like a speaker right next to your ear

-You best believe he’s gonna try to fly away if you try to tickle him

-When in a lee mood he’s usually extra annoying to get someone to catch on

-Bubble is usually the one that catches on first and then just announces it like it’s the mf’in news broadcast leaving Caine very embarrassed

-Secretly doesn’t mind it, being a ringleader can be stressful and he sees it as a wind down activity

-One of those people that loves the thrill of the chase

-Thrashes a lot, might wanna hold him down if you tickle him

-Not the most ticklish person in the circus but is still very sensitive

-Usually targeted by Bubble, Ragatha and Jax

Ler

-Oh god if he targets you you’re done for

-Unless specified or asked otherwise, mean ler

-Being a ringleader of an entire circus gave him a very playful edge

-There’s no escaping him if he’s in a ler mood and targets you, man has eyes everywhere and can freaking FLY

-Cackles like a mad man if he finds a good spot and just kinda stays there for a bit

-Loves to tease

-Knows that nearly everyone is ticklish

-Not a fan of restraints but will use them if he deems necessary

-Main targets are pretty much everyone

-Loves tickle chases, they’re exciting to him

~Ragatha~

Lee

-Not that ticklish but can get her to full on laugh if you find the right spot

-Has a very breathy laugh and the others find it endearing

-If in a lee mood she will just pace and pace and relatively just seem more stressed than usual because of “the unnecessary feelings”

-Squirms a lot

-Worst spots are her palms and the backs of her knees

-Can ask for tickles if she deems her mood to be “Too distracting” and “Getting in the way of her day to day routine”

-Gets flustered easily

-Doesn’t mind being tickled just not for long periods of time

-Main lers are Jax and Pomni

-Kicks a lot

Ler:

-OMD SHE IS LITERALLY THE SWEETEST LER IN THE WORLD

-Constantly watching and stressing over the fact that she might be going too far unless it’s cheer up tickles

-Has the most careful and efficient approach

-Always making sure her lee is not uncomfortable

-Also has a safe word for everyone

-If she’s in a ler mood she usually brushes it off unless someone asks to be tickled or Jax is being a little s(Sproing!)t again

-Sometimes asks Caine for weak points

-Does NOT like restraints

-Again knows that (Mostly) everyone is ticklish

-Literally the QUEEN of aftercare

~Pomni~

Lee:

-This girl is ticklish, like probably the worst out of everyone (Mostly due to nerves at being stuck in the digital world)

-Just like Ragatha she squirms a lot

-Banshee type shriek if you find the right spot

-Worst spots are her thighs and neck

-Giggles a lot if you flutter over the sides of her neck

-She will get flustered as hell if you tease her

-Actually doesn’t mind being tickled that much, sees it as a fun escape from the impending doom of this world

-Usually gets targeted by Ragatha, Caine, or Jax when feeling down

-Cannot ask for it to save her life even if she’s in a mood

-Gets grumpy when in a lee mood (usually that’s how the others can tell)

Ler:

-A surprisingly nice ler unless asked otherwise

-Despite not being able to handle it she is a MEAN teaser

-Just like the first two she knows that (Mostly) everyone is ticklish

-When she gets in a ler mood the first person she sees she asks to tickle them

-Can’t ask to be tickled but can ask her lee if she can tickle them

-Always making sure the person she’s tickling is comfortable

-Has a safe word for every person she tickles

-Threatens to tickle someone if they’re not behaving (*cough* Jax *cough*)

-Just like Caine she loves tickle chases whether she’s the lee or ler, enjoys the anticipation

-Doesn’t like using restraints but will hold the person’s hands down with her own if needed

~Jax~

Lee

-Moderately ticklish

-Gets targeted a lot due to his antics

-Has a witch type laugh if you find the right spot

-Will try to throw you off if you tickle him

-Likes to make the ler mad by saying things like “Thahahat all you gohot?!” Just ends up making things worse for himself

-Mainly targeted by Zooble, Caine and Ragatha

-Likes to provoke if he gets in a lee mood, usually provokes Ragatha because he finds it funny

-Loves chases, the thrill excites him

-Will deny it to his grave but he actually likes being tickled

-Worst spots are the backs of his upper ribs and the tips of his ears

Ler

-Just like Caine god help you if he targets you

-This man is MEAN unless asked otherwise

-Loves teasing

-Loves the thrill of a chase if he gets one

-Main targets are Ragatha and Pomni and occasionally Gangle

-If in a ler mood this man don’t give af he’ll just set his sights on the first person he sees and pick them up before proceeding to destroy them with tickles

-Knows that (Mostly) everyone is ticklish, had to blackmail Caine for it

-Doesn’t mind restraints but tries not to use them

-Likes to stay in one spot for a while if it’s good

-Has a quick approach

~Kinger~

Lee

-Not the most ticklish person in the circus but still pretty ticklish

-Has a squeaky sort of laugh

-Tries to and will run if you try to tickle him

-Tries to talk to his ler about his insect collection while being tickled

-Usually calls out to someone while getting tickled, usually Gangle or Zooble

-Doesn’t get targeted all that much

-Main lers are Gangle, sometimes Zooble and occasionally Jax

-Worst spots are his palms

-Man flails so watch your head if you decide to tickle him

-Doesn’t mind it, just not for long periods of time

Ler

-Doesn’t really target anyone except for Gangle, mainly keeps to himself

-When he does tickle her he is so gentle it’s adorable

-Yaps to Gangle about his insect collection and his “Impenetrable fortress” while he tickles her

-Being the oldest member Kinger has tea about EVERYONE making it a very interesting and amusing experience for Gangle

-Between little rants about his insect collection he likes to check up on the lee like make sure they’re doing okay while he tickles them

-Doesn’t like restraints

-When he’s in a ler mood he’s very shy about it and usually shuffles up to Gangle before asking politely if he can tickle her

-Very nice ler

-Has a slow approach as not to startle Gangle

-Has a safe word

~Gangle~

Lee

-The sweetest thing when being tickled

-Has the most adorable laugh

-Mainly targeted by Kinger, Jax, Zooble and occasionally Caine

-Actually likes being tickled, it restores her comedy mask (I don’t think it actually does it’s just a lil headcanon of mine)

-Squirms a lot

-Not the most ticklish but still fairly

-Worst spots are the sides of her ribbons and her spine ribbon (I don’t know what it’s called)

-Gets flustered easily

-Likes to protest but she doesn’t mind the playful actions

-When in a lee mood she usually hides inside of Kinger’s fortress with him to hide

Ler

-Very sweet ler

-Likes tickling others, she finds it fun

-Does not like restraints

-Will sometimes wrap herself around her lee to make things more effective

-Likes to tease

-A very nice but good ler especially with her ribbons

-Knows that most of the circus members are ticklish

-Main targets are Kinger and sometimes Jax

-Likes to sneak up on others

-Has absolutely no shame in asking someone if she can tickle them when in a ler mood

~Zooble~

Lee

-Sorry all my Zooble fans but I hc that Zooble just isn’t ticklish

-Mainly due to the fact that they’re kind of snappy if you know what I mean

-Doesn’t really let anyone get close to them

-Very smug look when someone tries tickle them and they find out that Zooble isn’t ticklish

-Likes to mess with their ‘ler’ saying things like “Sorry, doesn’t work like that.”

Ler

-On the flip side it depends on who their dealing with

-Mainly targets Kinger, Gangle, and Jax

-Gentle with Kinger and Gangle but mean with Jax, due to the fact that Jax makes them mad

-Loves to tease

-Not being ticklish gives them a massive advantage

-When in a ler mood they quite literally sneak up behind the lee and surprises them before proceeding to completely wreck them

-Pretends to not care about your reactions but if they find a good spot they will likely grin or even crack a smirk

-Doesn’t like restraints

-Knows everyone is ticklish

-Steady approach for Kinger and Gangle but a quick one for Jax

~Gummigoo~

Lee

-Has one of those ‘dad laughs’ if you know what I mean

-Squirms a lot

-Doesn’t mind chases, thinks they’re fun

-Worst spot is the spikes on his tail

-Surprisingly doesn’t get flustered

-Man has no shame in admitting that he’s ticklish

-Fairly ticklish

-People can actually never tell when he’s in a lee mood

-He will run away if you try to tickle him

-Can ask for it

Ler

-Oh he is a DANGEROUS ler

-Uses his tail to his advantage

-Doesn’t like restraints but will sometimes use his hat to cover his lee’s face so they can’t see what he’s doing

-Loves to tease

-If in a ler mood he’ll definitely let you know

-Likes to stay in one spot if it harbors a good reaction

-Has a safe word

-Can and will tickle you at random if he feels like it

-Being a gator his strength is ridiculous so if he catches you you’re done for

-Has a VERY effective and efficient approach

(That should do it! Sorry this took so long to get out, hope you like it! ^^)

[emiefluff]

Relaxation, Not Agitation

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Fandom ;; Genshin Impact

Pairing ;; Childe x Reader

Summary ;; Sensing your anxiety, Childe tries to plan some quality time with you by playing a game he'd play with his younger brother, which results in a whole lot of...laughter

Notes ;; My Squealing Santa 2023 gift for @giggly-toybox!! I hope you enjoyed reading this fic! Prompt was Childe x Reader with anything but smut or bondage

Tags ;; @squealing-santa | @giggly-toybox

Word Count ;; 687 (According to Google Docs, because the websites for word counting got 683/684

Reading Time ;; 2 minutes, 29 seconds

Paragraph Count ;; 14

Fic under the cut

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You jolted awake from your rest, breathing heavily as you tried to regain your senses. You had just woken up from a terrible nightmare, and you felt severely agitated. No matter how hard you try to go to sleep, it was super hard. As you contemplated your struggles, a voice arose softly. One that you recognized with familiarity so well.

“Hey, is everything okay there, love?” The concern belonged to none other than your dearest boyfriend, Childe. You'd perk up slightly, expressing your love for him with a soft smile. ”Yeah..I-I’m alright Childe..I just..had a bad dream is all..” Despite your attempts to stay calm, Childe knew there was much more going on in your mind.

“Don't worry, love. It's okay, I understand how you feel.” Childe would say with a smile, coming up with a master plan. “Hey, how about we play a little game?” Your curiosity would grow, wondering what your boyfriend had in mind. “Yeah? What kind of game?”

“A game that I would play with Teucer when he was sad!” You seemed to grow more curious, so you'd accept the proposal to play. “Okay, how does it work?” You'd ask innocently.

“Just stay still, love, and hold your arm out like this.” Childe would demonstrate what he meant, waiting for you to follow the instruction. As you did as instructed, Childe would begin to gently trace your palm. It felt nice, but you couldn't help but to blush profusely. “Just trace around like a race car.. And then crawl one, two, three..”

Childe has you waiting in nervous, but exciting anticipation. It was probably because of how his fingers were crawling like a spider up your arm. But then something clicked inside of you. Something you probably should've realized from the start. It had finally dawned on you. You weren't safe from his antics. “Aaand.. A little tickle tickle under here~!”

“Eeeek! Nohohohooo! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stop stohohohohohoppp! Ahahahaha! Th-Thahahahahahat tihihihihihicklehehes!”

Your lips would bubble out sweet giggles, squirming lightly as you felt Childe’s fingers fluttering against your armpit. It was an especially bad spot for you, which your boyfriend (un)fortunately knew all too well about you. You'd giggle as your pleas fell on deaf ears, failing miserably to try and get away. “No can do, love. Not when you have the most precious laugh ever!”

Childe smirked as he said that, knowing fully well that it embarrassed you when he gave you compliments like that. You'd cover your face, too embarrassed by the teasing. “Nohohohohohohoho! P-Plehehehahahase! Ch-Chihihihildehehe! S-Stohohohohohop ihihihihit! Ahehehehehehehehe!” Your giggles grew louder as you squirmed more.

Childe pulled your hands away from your face, making an “ah ah ah” noise. He enjoyed teasing you since he knew it would always draw a reaction out of you. He would then begin to bring her free hand to your other armpit, both sets of fingers scribbling softly against your soft and smooth skin.

“Now a little tickle tickle under thereee~!” You'd squeal at the contact, practically melting into a puddle of incoherent babbling and a childlike giggle fit. “N-Nonononononohohohohohoho! ChihihihildEHEHEHEHE! PLEHEHEAHAHASE! A-Anywhere buhuhuHUHUHUT THEHEHEHEREEEE! Stohohohop- *snort* !”

It had finally dawned on you how ticklish you truly were when both of you heard the softest, most high pitched yet tiniest snort ever. The worst part was that it came from you, which Childe seemed to be very amused by. After what seemed like ages of constant cooing and teasing, Childe finally lets up on his antics and give you a breather.

“Haha, you're so adorable like this! Are you okay now, love?” He'd ask with concern, hoping he didn't go too far. But fortunately to his surprise, you were smiling and still giggling as you tried to reassure him that you had fun, and didn't mind it.

“Doho-Don’t worry! I-I'm fihihi-fine! I don't really care muhuhu-much as long as we're bohohoho-both happy!” You'd kiss his cheek as a gesture to say “I love you”, to which Childe would return the favor. After a while of calming down, you both go back to bed, cuddling with each other to protect the other.

[gigglingsoftly]

South Park Main 4 HCs

Stan

Literally has the cutest laugh. The girls voted on it and the rest of the gang kinda has to agree

Best ler in the group and it literally sends a shiver down their spine if he threatens to tickle them

Actually very ticklish himself but he’s the best at hiding his reactions bc he doesn’t like giving Shelly the satisfaction of seeing him squirm, squeal, and beg

I agree with every head canon that says he snorts if he laughs too hard

Literally dies at the idea of having a tickle fight with Wendy. He doesn’t want her to see him being that dorky

Kyle

The most ticklish one obvi!

WILL LITERALLY DECK YOU SQUARE IN THE FACE AND FUCKING LAUGH AFTERWARDS. He isn’t sorry either that was your dumbass fault

Can’t hide that he’s ticklish to save his life lol

Will laugh purely from anticipation alone

only Stan is really allowed to tickle him and even he’s gotten hit so tickle him at your own risk 🤷🏾‍♀️

Kenny

He’s soooo giggly and squirmy

Used to being tickled by his siblings all the time

Has definitely died from too many tickles it’s literally so embarrassing to him

HE’S ALSO AN ANTICIPATION GIGGLER

He’s argue that the anticipation of it is worse than the actual tickles

He’s so happy his parka blocks a lot of the sensation and his face bc he’s definitely blushing

Cartman

He knew he was kinda ticklish. His mom has given him quick tickles here and there but he never knew the true extent of it until his friends tickled him.

He gets overwhelmed way quicker than the others because he’s the least used to it. So even though he’s not the most ticklish he has the least tolerance to it then his friends

The rest of the gang can’t lie he’s pretty entertaining to tickle because he’s going to be a big baby about it

He’s more squirmy and going to try to fight more before he’s tickled. Once you get him he’s going to focus more on protecting himself

Will literally try to avoid it bc he’s at SUCH an unfair disadvantage! He doesn’t have siblings (well… technically). So he’s not skilled enough to fight back effectively

The gang will literally team up just so he’ll SHUT UP and it works. Literally on his best behavior. And dare they say it he was even pleasant to be around

If he is dragged into their bs he does get ler euphoria and gets carried away and needs to be pried off. He really enjoys that feeling of power

Out of all the boys I feel he gets the least amount of love! We need more Cartman tickles!!!

[bubbleecloud]

omg i loved the stans gang hcs please i am on the ground asking for craigs gang because its hard to find anyone interested in sp, only if you would like though :)

Your wish is my command, anon 😌 headcannons for Craig and his goons!

Craig:

-pretty average ticklishness

-thinks tickling is childish and embarrassing

-will threaten you to no end if you try to tickle him, but he's all talk.

-will hold in his laugh until he physically can't anymore (just go for his underarms and he's gone)

-uncharacteristically loud laugh. Like uncontrollably so

-will only let tweek get away with tickling him without consequence. If your not him, though..

-boy oh boy

-terrifyingly stoic ler. His silence is honestly more effective than the tickling

-just goes for the death spot and calls it a day, isnt really one for build up

-unless your tweek. Behind closed doors he's such a soft Ler with his boyfriend 🥺

Tweek:

-hes not really terribly ticklish, but his reactions are so borderline insane that you'd think his nerves were out side of his body

-he just can't handle it, poor thing. He shrieks and squirms like crazy! just begs and pleads immediately

-cannot handle anticipation or teasing. He gets so unbelievably jittery

-doesn't mind being tickled as long as your not too rough. Sometimes it tires him out enough to where he can relax for a bit!

-ticklish 👏ears👏and👏hips👏

-hes a compulsive Ler and only really tickles people out of adrenaline and vengeance if you tickle him first

-will tap out if you start laughing too hard because it feels like to much pressure to keep it up while still being fun

-likes to tickle craig if he's being too grumpy

Clyde:

-Such a fucking drama queen. If asked if he's ticklish he's try to act all cool and tough. He ends up getting teamed up on 😬😬

-squeals and tries to curl up to protect himself

-will get pouty afterwards, but he actually really loves the attention

-tears up very easily, and hiccups if he's tickled hard enough

-ticklish tum!!! Pretty bad near his underarms too

-he's such a silly and playful Ler omfg

-is the biggest Ler of the group and loves to start tickle fights!

-likes to team up with Tolkien and completely wreak the other three

-is always cautious of taking it too far

-hes so teasy bro! Expect alot of compliments and harmless flirting

Tolkien:

-not really much of a Lee, honestly

-isnt too ticklish in many places, and you can only ever really get him to giggle at best

-Clyde once tried to tickle him and it totally backfired.

-a big fan of playful roughhousing with tickling, often gets into wrestling matches with Craig to try to get the upper hand.

-pretty chill and casual Ler. Never really goes to far into it unless its a situation like above

-is currently the tickle champion solely because he's so hard to get

Jimmy:

ok, I know there's some discourse about whether or not Jimmy is apart of Craig's gang, but I just love him too much!

-its hard for him to participate in tickling because of his disability, but the others always find ways to make sure he's included

-at times when they're all just chilling at Craig's house and he has his crutches off, he just gets bombarded

-a surprising defiant Lee, will curse your name throughout the whole process

-although he really does appreciate that his friends just treat him like any other kid, he's just saving face

-really ticklish sides

-has such a bubbly contagious laugh

-as a comedian, he loves making people laugh

-if ya know what I mean

- will totally crack jokes while he's tickling you, and then say something like "wow, you must have found that one really funny!"

-will lovingly make fun of you, but it's all in good nature

-really good upper arm strength and totally uses it to his advantage. Will not hesitate to pin you

Aaaaa there we go, you guys!! Hope you enjoy! ^^

[tickle-page]

Ticklish little Ethan

A/N: Highly recommend watching this, it’s on Disney plus, and Ethan is canonly dating Diazo. I just love when Disney, well any streaming apps really, shows love and appreciation for gay characters. I need more shows/movies like this.

Summary: Ethan just can’t get enough of Diazo’s tickly moods.

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“Gahahahahahah, Diazo!!” Ethan squirmed side to side with his boyfriend’s devilious fingers attacking his midriff.

“Yes, my love?” Diazo asked with the most teasy yet snarky tone.

“Ihihihit tickles!!! Diazo!!” Ethan banged his fists on his bed trying to distract him from the tickles, but it was obvious he really wasn’t trying to get away.

“Well, I am tickling you, it’ll be unusual for someone as cute as you who isn’t ticklish.” Diazo scribbled his fingers on Ethan’s cute stomach.

“Ihihihi’m not chuhuhute.”

“Yeesh, enough flirting, love birds, get a room.” Azimuth laughed to herself, while she was flipping the pages of her book.

“I think it’s cute.” Kardez awwed.

“You think tickling Ethan is always cute.” Azimuth put her book down joining her best friend on the floor, while they both watch the scene take place.

“Ik~ just listen to how cute and funny his laugh is! It’s squeaky like a mouse, haha.”

“You hear that, Ethan? Your best friends enjoy to see you getting tickled~” Diazo cooed in his lover’s ear, letting his breath tickle.

“Gahahahhaha, you, Azimuhuhuhuth, and Kardez always thihihickle me. And ihihit’s so unfair HahAhAhHa.” Ethan managed to giggle out when his boyfriend was still tormenting his stomach.

Diazo started to move somewhere else more ticklish than his stomach, “hmmm, you and I both know you love this bc you haven’t told me to stop, nor are you trying to get away. You love this affection, right my giggle bug?”

“Gahahahhaha, fihihine, ok, mahahahybe.” There was no point in Ethan lieing his way out of this bc he knows deep down that he wasn’t gonna tell Diazo to stop unless the ler was making the lee uncomfortable. And Ethan knows that if he says stop, his boyfriend will stop on the spot, giving him little aftercares. And it’s always the best. The way Diazo just big spoons his much tinier boyfriend while he runs his fingers through his hair and tells him embarrassing, yet cute, compliments about how ticklish he is, or just in general. But right now, Ethan wanted this affection to go on much longer.

“Now, how much I just love tickling your cute tummy, I’m gonna go somewhere else… how about your ribs? Is that a killer spot?” Diazo wasn’t holding Ethan’s arms up, he was just sitting on his waist, so it was a little hard tickling him there, but he’ll manage.

“Nohohohoho, they aren’t.” Ethan pushed his arms as close to his sides as possible, rolling over so he can relieve the tickles, only going back to where he started because he couldn’t get enough of those fingers tickling him.

“Awww~ Does puppy want the tickles on his very ticklish ribs~?” Diazo cooed, dipping his finger inside the divots.

“Gahahahaha,” Ethan was shaking his head, lieing through his teeth.

“If you don’t like it just tell me to stop and I will,” Diazo stopped tickling him to let Ethan decide on what he wants, “I’ll give you 10 seconds to tell me to stop. If you don’t say stop within those 10 seconds, I don’t think I’ll go easy on you since you oh so enjoy this type of play~.”

The teasing made his other two friends wiggle side to side, his cooing was that good.

“1…2…3…” Diazo tapped Ethan’s ribs, growing the anticipation.

Ethan was heavily panting.

“4…5…6…”

Ethan was giggling nervously now.

“7…8…”

The anticipation was killing him.

“9…”

Ethan closed his eyes, whilst he was squealing.

“10!” Diazo squeezed and scribbled Ethan’s ribs, causing him to bring his arms down and laugh hysterically.

“HaHAHAHAHA, DIAZO!!”

“Yes?~”

“SOHOHOMEWHERE ELSE!!” Ethan squealed.

“I told you I wasn’t gonna go easy on you if you made me count to 10, Ethan~ Now, be subdue to the giggle fest my lovely!! HAHAHAH!!” Diazo wriggled the fingers in the air, making Ethan giggle nervously, then he brought them down to his ribs, tickling the digits. Which caused Ethan to arch up meeting his boyfriend’s evil eyes. Diazo kissed his lips while still tickling his ribs, making him giggle within the very passionate love touch. Diazo wanted to do one more thing before he quit, letting his boyfriend meet fresh air. He pushed Ethan back on the bed, getting off of him, making himself comfortable beside his very ticklish lover.

“Are we done?” Ethan looked sad, and Diazo could hear his pain through his voice.

“Oh no, honey we aren’t, I’m gonna do something first, then I’ll let you go. We still have to wake up for school in the morning, silly. Is it ok if I try something?” Diazo was looking for reassurance, so he wouldn’t make his soon to be husband uncomfortable.

“Y-yes…” Ethan was a little worried, but he trusts his boyfriend.

“Ok, I’m gonna tickle the top of your knees, and if you don’t laugh or don’t move, I’ll give you a reward, how does that sound?~” Diazo was raking his fingers up and down the latter’s leg.

“Ohohohokay.”

Diazo stopped and made his hands in claws, placing them above his kneecaps. And this was his worst spot, so he doesn’t know how he’ll managed to do it.

“Ready. Set. Go.” Diazo started squeezing his knees, all ready making Ethan burst out laughing.

“Pfft-GAHAHAH, IT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUHHCH!!!” Ethan wriggled out of Diazo’s touch rolling on his side for a split 5 seconds and then rolling back on his back.

“Awww~ you didn’t last that long~” Diazo laughed because his boyfriend was way too ticklish for his own good.

“No, no give me another chance, please?~” Ethan knew his boyfriend couldn’t resist the puppy dog eyes, so he did it.

“Alhahahalright, babe, I’ll give you another chance.” Diazo started to be a little bit more nice and squeezed the tops of his knees slowly.

Somehow it still tickled, like really bad, but he was able to stand it way longer than the first try.

“One…T-Two…Th…Three…F-… F-Pfft- AHAHHAAH!! I’M SORRY IHIHIHI CAN’T DOHOHO IT!!!” Ethan rolled over again, and then back.

“It’s ok, mi amor~” Diazo rubbed his knees, helping Ethan with the phantom tickles.

“No, please, just one more try. I got it this time.” Ethan reassured himself.

“Alright, if you say so, but only because I’m a nice boyfriend.” Diazo began to knead the tops of his knees for the last time that night.

“One…two…t-three…four… *pant pant* Kr… Five… six… Pfft- seven… eight… n-nine… TEN!! TEHEHHEEHN!!! STOP!!” Ethan rolled over panting heavily, with his eyes were all teary from him holding in his laugh.

Diazo rubbed his back assuringly making sure Ethan was alright and he didn’t go over board. “You ok, my dear?”

“Y-yes… *cough cough* What’s… my prize?” Ethan rolled over on his back, with his arm placed over his stomach and his eyes closed shut.

“It’s… a… big… ol’… HUG!!” Diazo gave Ethan the biggest, cuddliest, bear hug in the world.

Ethan laughed at how cute his boyfriend was, “hahahah, stop, I’m all sweaty, hahah.”

“Nope, I will not let go of my boyfriend!! You are just too cute!!”

“Ohohokay, But really, a hug? You give me hugs all the time.” Ethan hugged Diazo back, giving him a kiss. The two of them really forgot their other friends was just watching this take place.

“What were you expecting? What prize did you want?” Diazo let go of his loving boyfriend.

“I don’t know… maybe a free ticket to tickle you back?” Ethan asked with his head down, knowing the answer all ready.

“Hahaha, Ethan~ that’s never gonna happen, it’s cute you tried though.” Diazo laughed.

“But it’s so unfair, on why you tickle me and I can’t tickle you.” Ethan fake huffed, pretending to be mad at that, but honestly he gets tickled either way, so it’s a win win situation.

“It’s because you love getting tickled,” Diazo cuffed his boyfriend’s chin, making him face him, while he booped his nose, “and I hate it, you big ol’ goof ball.”

“Just you wait, I’ll get you back for this.” There was obvious teasing in Ethan’s voice. Diazo wasn’t scared tho, bc Ethan is way more ticklish then him, so tickle fights always ends up in one sided tickle fights, with Ethan begging for mercy.

Kardez jumped up and lifted Diazo under his arms, “Why wait, Ethan? Tickle him now!”

Ethan looked at a worried and startled Diazo with a grin on his face, and wriggly fingers. “Wait- NOHOHOHO NO!!! ETHAN!! EHEHEHEHTAHN!!! STOP!!”

Diazo’s pleas were found to be inaudible because Ethan finally had Diazo where he wanted him, with the help of his much more bigger best friend.

Azimuth giggled to herself “Boys.” Then she picked up her book and read where she left off, with Diazo’s pleas and laughs in the background.

Ethan’s parents could hear the whole conversation and laughter from start to end. “Will our dear son ever overcome that tickishness of his?” Searcher laughed to himself.

“He takes after his dad,” Meridian smirked before she took a big sip of her coffee.

“Wha-?” Searcher grew red in the face. And indeed Ethan did take after his dad. Searcher’s way too ticklish for his own good, and Ethan is that x 10. Not looking good for the Clades.

“I can hear Diazo’s laughs too, finally Ethan got his revenge on his boyfriend. Haha.” Meridian took another sip of her coffee. “Should we tell them, dinner’s ready?”

“Nah, let them play a little bit more. I mean, when will you ever see Ethan getting his revenge on Diazo?”

“Good point.”

And that night’s food was left untouched by the couple, when they both passed out cradling each other in their arms. Sound asleep. Azimuth and Kadez went down to eat before they were soon fast asleep as well. Ethan’s mom walked in his room to tell him good night, only to be met with the cutest sight ever. She then walked out, quietly closing the door, letting her son, her son’s friends, and her son’s boyfriend sleep peacefully.

[ticklishderg]

Tickling headcanons for Espresso and Madeleine Cookie

Espresso and Madeleine are actually a couple of my favorite characters from CRK, and I have quite a number of t-word hcs for them. This list might be rather long, too, so I apologize…!

Espresso Cookie

A switch.

Imma be a bit controversial here, but I think he’s a lee a little more often than a ler.

His weak spots are his stomach, hips, thighs, neck and ribs.

His death spot is his lowermost ribs.

He squirms and kicks a lot when tickled, no matter how silly it makes him look, so his ler will have to watch out for his flying limbs.

Since Espresso is constantly on a busy schedule working, I imagine he doesn’t participate in tickling too often.

Espresso Cookie only really tickles people he’s close with, such as Latte and Eclair Cookie, or if someone pisses him off somehow, like sneaking milk into his coffee.

As a ler, he prefers to target his lee’s weak spots just to get it over-with and go about on his day. He knows his lee will get him back, though, so he also uses this as a method to weaken his lee so they won’t have the strength to get him back right away.

If Espresso has the time, though, or if he’s feeling particularly impish, he’ll start out much more slowly and make the most out of tickling his lee.

He’ll start out with gentle tickles, moving closer and closer to a weak spot, and just when his lee thinks he’s about to go full-force on their weak spot, he moves to a different spot on their body. He’ll keep repeating this to keep his victim on edge, and once he feels they’ve had enough, he suddenly DIGS into their weak spots until they’re left in hysterics.

He doesn’t even tease- he just lets his hands/magic do the job.

Espresso is RUTHLESS as a ler, but he’s not heartless. He’ll stop just before his lee reaches their limit, and he’ll always ask if they’re alright when he’s finished, and will bring them something to drink if he’s requested to. If needed, he may also offer them a place to rest.

If his lee asks him for milk instead, he’ll glare at them (in a good-natured way) and threaten to tickle them again.

He sometimes likes to draw glyphs on his lee’s weak spots. The warm, tingly sensation from the glyphs will almost always get them to giggle, albeit he’s not as experienced at drawing them like Latte Cookie.

If necessary, he’ll use his own magic to restrain his victim(s) so he’ll have a lot less trouble tickling them.

As a lee, Espresso finds being tickled really embarrassing for him, though mainly because he wants to keep his professional image.

He’ll claim not to be ticklish if asked.

“Me? Ticklish? That is nonsensical. I don’t partake in something so childish. I have more important matters to take care of.”

Being stubborn as a mule, Espresso will usually try to keep quiet and resist the urge to laugh when tickled.

He’s good at keeping his composure at first, but if his ler targets any of his weak spots, especially his lower ribs, he’ll break.

He can’t take any kind of teasing. He’ll try his best to ignore at first, but it completely melts him if he cracks.

His laughter starts out as quiet chuckles, but turns into out-of-character squeals, followed shortly by melodic yet hysterical laughter.

SQUEALS if his hips are squeezed.

If his lowermost ribs are tweaked, he makes a sound that resembles a mix between a shriek and a guffaw.

HATES it when someone counts his ribs, especially if they’re counting down to his lowermost ribs. The anticipation of his death spot being touched keeps him on edge.

Like most people, Espresso will usually beg for his ler to stop and let him go.

“E-Enohohohough!!! U-Unhand me this instahahahant!”

He snorts occasionally if he’s laughing hard enough. It really embarrasses him.

Becomes absolutely flustered if his ler compliments his cute laughter.

One of his biggest fears is someone (aside from his closest friends) finding out he’s ticklish.

That fear would become a reality when he met Madeleine Cookie, and he accidentally found out he was ticklish when Madeleine unintentionally jabbed his elbow into his stomach.

The only times Espresso Cookie tickles Madeleine is when he’s being too full of himself, or out of revenge.

Madeleine Cookie

A switch.

50% ler and 50% lee.

I like to think he’s actually ridiculously ticklish. If he were to be measured on the tickle scale, he would probably be an 8 or 9.

His weak spots are his tummy, sides, armpits, back and feet, but is ticklish pretty much everywhere else.

Tickling isn’t the first thing to cross his mind, but he’s far from being against it. In fact, he thinks it’s a fun and light-hearted way to get others to smile and cheer up.

He especially enjoys tickling some of the younger Cookies, like Pancake and Roll Cake Cookie. He even gets into tickle fights occasionally with them (he loses every time because of how stupidly ticklish he is, and also because of his size, so it’s easier for the kids to tickle him).

His laughter is deep and booming, but also very elegant, which is not too unexpected considering he comes from royalty. It’s very nice to listen to, and it melts the hearts of those around him.

He’s been tickled quite a few times by his family members when he was still a young knight.

Speaking of which, his family members have told others that his laughter was the most heartwarming, brightest sound in his homeland.

Because he barely ever minds tickling, if Madeleine is asked if he’s ticklish, he’ll surprisingly answer “Why, of course!” if nothing serious is going on. Or, if he’s feeling a bit more playful/impish, he’ll respond with something like “That is an answer you will have to discover yourself,” smiling knowingly at the person who asked him such thing.

Thanks to his strength and size, he can pin down or restrain his lee rather easily, but it can also leave him vulnerable to being tickled by smaller Cookies, as mentioned previously.

His heavy armor covers most of his body, including his weak spots, which makes it difficult to tickle him. So unless at least some of it is removed or Madeleine allows someone to tickle him, getting him will be rather hard to do.

LOVES to tease and compliment his lee to get them so smile and laugh more.

“Your laughter is just WONDERFUL! Would you mind if I could hear more of it?”

“Oh? It seems I have found a particularly delicate area. I must explore it further!”

When he met Espresso Cookie and accidentally discovered he was ticklish, he decided to use this weakness as a way to cheer him up and make sure he isn’t so cynical or gloomy all the time.

When he does, Madeleine doesn’t stop until Espresso promises to be more cheerful (at least for the rest of the day).

I like to think Madeleine likes to randomly give Espresso bear hugs, only to take advantage of the situation and wreck him with tickles. >:3

Although he’s tickled most often by Pancake Cookie, Roll Cake Cookie and Espresso Cookie, some of his other lers are Raspberry Cookie, Milk Cookie and Latte Cookie.

Absolutely melts under gentle tickles. The giggles he makes are also very precious and adorable!

[intheticklecloset]

The Anticipation Game (Dr. Stone)

Summary: Gen really should have known that confessing anything to Senku would require an immediate experiment - especially his long-kept secret that he loves being tickled!

A/N: THE LITERAL BEST SENGEN PROMPT HOLY CRAP BUDDY!! I 100% HAD to have lee Gen for this one because come on - it's so perfect??? I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! ^^

Word Count: 1,476

@skribblz

Modern AU

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“Senkuuuu,” Gen whined, covering up his dark red face so he wouldn’t have to see his boyfriend’s knowing smirk. “Just do it already!”

Senku – evil, experimental Senku – just smiled at him, splaying his fingers against the skin of Gen’s stomach beneath his t-shirt, keeping him pinned in place with a straddle so he couldn’t roll over or squirm away in embarrassment. The scientist loved seeing Gen like this. It was a rare treat – one he was going to enjoy every minute of while it lasted.

“What’s the matter, mentalist?” he teased, tapping his fingers gently, making his partner twitch in anticipation. “Regretting telling me your little secret?”

Gen whined again, louder this time. He blindly grasped for the pillow beneath his head and pulled it up and over to hide behind it, gripping it tightly. He couldn’t bear to see Senku looking at him like that – like he was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen in his life. It had taken every ounce of courage in his body to admit what he had. The least his evil boyfriend could do was indulge him a little!

“Hiding now, huh?” Senku tsked, curling his fingers just slightly, enough that the nails began to drag across Gen’s smooth skin. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Gen was buzzing from so much well-built anticipation; so much so that when the first ticklish touches finally started, his entire body jerked and he choked on a surprised but relieved giggle, gripping the pillow tighter, trying to muffle his own delight. He refused to speak now; he knew his voice would come out wobbly and giggly, and that would only embarrass him more.

“The silent treatment, too? That’s ude-ray, Gen~”

Don’t use my pig latin against me like that! Gen screamed in his head, giggling harder when Senku circled his navel. Not now! Not like this!

“All right, fine. If you don’t want to talk, I’ll just have to make you laugh.” Senku chuckled at the excited whimper he got from his partner beneath the pillow. “But first…you have to show me your face, mentalist.”

“No!” Gen cried, gripping his shield tighter when he felt hands enclose his wrists and tug gently, all ticklish touches having vanished. “I can’t look at you!”

Senku paused. “Are you really that embarrassed? I don’t think it’s weird, you know.”

“I know, but…but I…I just can’t look at you while you’re…” Gen trailed off, suddenly insecure again. “Will you…will you really not do it unless you can see my face?”

Another pause. Senku’s hands left Gen’s wrists, leaving a slight chill behind. A moment later, gentle squeezes along his sides made the mentalist arch his back with a squeal, bursting into relieved giggles once more.

“You really think I wouldn’t give you something you clearly love? Something that’s exceedingly simple for me to do? Come now, mentalist.” Senku suddenly pushed Gen’s shirt up to his chest and went wild, scribbling and scratching and poking all up and down his torso. “You know better than that.”

Gen squealed with elated giggles, gripping the pillow to resist the urge to bring his arms down, muffling his own cackles as he squirmed and dug his feet into the mattress, soaking in every ticklish touch, every brush of his boyfriend’s fingers that made him shudder and squeak and blush so hard he was sure he was running a fever.

“You’re too adorable, you know?” Senku chuckled, his tone gentle as he continued to play with Gen’s torso as though writing up a blueprint or creating a piece of art, drawing out the sweetest, bubbliest giggles from his partner. “I love that you love this. And I love you, Gen. Every ticklish bit of you.”

Don’t tease me! Gen pleaded in his mind, but he bit his lip to keep from saying it out loud. His whining was all the encouragement his scientist needed and he knew it.

“Now, in the name of science…” Senku suddenly darted up to his ribcage, tweaking each individual rib in a torturously ticklish fashion, methodical and precise as always, “…I must find your most ticklish spot.”

Gen squeaked, panicked excitement coursing through him. He tried arching his back again but only succeeded in opening himself up to further tickling.

“Interesting reaction~” Senku teased, scooting up slightly to pin Gen’s hips to the bed, keeping him from moving almost at all. “Am I getting close? Is that why you’re squirming so much?”

The scientist’s teasing was perhaps unintentional, but it didn’t matter. It messed with Gen just as much, making him shriek and giggle so hard he was practically laughing, his arms trembling with the effort to keep holding the pillow rather than protect himself.

“Is it in here?” Senku’s index fingers wiggled teasingly just under Gen’s armpits. “You’re shaking, mentalist. Does it tickle really bad here?”

Stop! Gen wanted to scream but didn’t. Not there – don’t tickle me there!

“Still not talking, huh?” Senku tsked playfully. “Ah, well. Guess I’ll find out for myself.”

The moment Senku drove his fingers under his arms, Gen lost the battle against his willpower and waged a new war against the pillow he’d been clutching so desperately, trying to throw it off but finding it wasn’t willing to move that easily, and he was laughing harder than he’d laughed in a long time with very little air to catch his breath, his arms and legs flailing as Senku – being Senku – honed in on that spot and stayed there.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gen screamed aloud this time, blindly shoving at any part of his boyfriend he could reach as he fought against the pillow. After several moments of screeching he finally ripped it away, and the first thing he saw – of course – was Senku’s wicked, wicked smile. “SEHEHEHEHEHEHENKU, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Oh? But you wanted this so badly,” Senku teased, merciless in both speech and touch. “You begged me to ‘just do it already,’ didn’t you?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHES, BUT – BUT PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! SENKU!!”

Senku grinned at him evilly, but his eyes were soft and loving and full of so much adoration Gen almost couldn’t stand to be on the receiving end of it. “Got you to show me your face, didn’t I? And you’re talking to me now. I’d say I succeeded quite nicely, wouldn’t you?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Is this your worst spot? Answer honestly, mentalist; you know I’ll punish you if you lie to me.”

Gen clamped his arms to his sides, though it did little good. Senku’s fingers were trapped in there now, wiggling and digging relentlessly, making him scream with laughter as he kicked and babbled out whatever Senku wanted to hear. “YEHEHEHEHEHES IT’S BAHAHAHAHAD!! IT’S THE WOHOHOHOHOHOHORST!! SENKU, YOU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Senku slowed to a gradual halt, waiting for Gen to catch his breath and look at him before quirking an unamused brow. “Jerk?”

“N-No! I didn’t mean – I was just really worked up,” Gen said in a panic, worried that he’d made Senku angry after he’d been so kind to him about this whole thing. “I didn’t mean it—”

The scientist smiled – a full, bright smile – and gently took his wrists, pinning them to either side of his head as he pushed himself up to loom over his flustered partner. “I know. I just wanted to watch you squirm.”

Gen blushed, getting even more worked up when he realized Senku wasn’t just pinning him down playfully. He was really stuck – forced to look at his boyfriend dead on. “S-Senku…w-what are you doing now?”

“Messing with you.” Senku chuckled. “But I still have some experimenting to do. There are plenty of spots I haven’t tried yet that might be ticklish enough to make you scream again~”

“Y-You…jerk,” Gen muttered, unable to think of a better insult. “You’re sadistic.”

“Nah. I just love seeing you flustered. I’m really glad you shared this with me, Gen. It’s going to make things a lot more fun around here, don’t you think?”

Gen’s eyes widened. He bit his lip to keep from grinning.

Senku leaned down and kissed him softly, making sure his boyfriend was relaxed before pulling away and whispering in his ear. “But I was serious before. If you lied to me about your worst spot, I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“I didn’t lie,” Gen whispered back, feeling his heart flutter at the closeness of him, how completely in control he was right now. “S-See for yourself.”

Senku smirked. He let go of the mentalist’s wrists and turned around so he was facing the opposite way, the pads of his fingertips barely grazing Gen’s thighs, starting up his anticipation game all over again. Gen whined for what felt like the hundredth time, desperately aching for more already.

“Don’t worry.” The scientist’s matter-of-fact tone sent shivers down his boyfriend’s spine. “I will.”

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

An Embarrassing Secret

Word count: 2150

I feel like some of these are sort of repetitive, but maybe that's because I've had to reread them to proofread so many times? In any case, you all seem to enjoy them! I hope you like this one as well.

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“Ah! Y/N! Just the person I wanted to see!”

Loki flopped down on the couch beside you, jerking you from your thoughts as the couch cushion bounced under his weight. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned your gaze from the television to the Asgardian beside you, only inches of space between your leg and his.

“Me? What do you need from me? Trying to prank your brother again?” you snickered.

“Not this time, no. I just thought I should come find you and let you know about something interesting I learned this morning,” he replied, an impish lilt to his voice.

“Is this something I would find interesting? Or just you? Because the way you said that, I feel like I probably won’t find it nearly as interesting.”

“Oh, I believe you’ll find it very interesting,” he assured, a smirk tugging at his lips. Something about the way his gaze was fixated on you was unsettling. You paused the TV and turned your full attention to the god.

“What is it, then?” you questioned hesitantly.

“I learned quite an interesting secret about you earlier today.” There went your heart again, skipping another beat.

“You… did?”

“Oh, yes.” His smirk grew wider.

Your mind was racing. What on earth could he be talking about? Did he figure out you had a crush on him? What if that was the secret?? Was he disgusted by it? Did he reciprocate??

“That is interesting,” you noted, trying to keep your voice even to prevent him from seeing your anxiousness. “And… what was that, exactly?”

“Well…” he began, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket, “… this morning I happened to be perusing the library, trying to select a new novel to read. While I was wandering between shelves, I happened to notice something of yours sitting out unattended.”

You thought hard, trying to recall what it was you had been doing in the library. Had you even gone to the library this morning? You couldn’t even remember what you had for breakfast. Then again, it was difficult to concentrate with those blue-green eyes gleaming in front of you…

“And what was that Loki?”

“Your laptop.” Loki was now typing something into his phone, holding it in a way that you couldn’t see the screen.

“My laptop?” You rarely brought your laptop to the library with you, as you were typically reading books and had no need for electronics. You wracked your brain trying to remember when the last time you had even brought it with you to the library, looking away from the trickster so you could think straight.

Then you remembered. You’d brought it with you last night, hoping to get some peace and quiet away from the others, who were causing quite a ruckus in the common area playing one of Peter’s video games. You could still hear them through your bedroom door, so you packed up your laptop and brought it to the library with you to continue writing.

Writing. Oh. Oh no. No no no.

Your heart dropped into your stomach the moment you realized where this was going. Still, he hadn’t mentioned anything specific about what he’d seen yet, so you made every effort to keep a straight face. You weren’t about to give away a bigger secret if he had only learned something minorly embarrassing.

“At first, I was uncertain to whom the device belonged, and as it was already left open on the table, I decided to see if I could determine the owner so I could return it to them,” he continued, “and I found the screen to be unlocked when I turned the machine back on.”

Yep. You knew exactly where this was going now.

“You act like you were trying to do a good deed or something, but you were obviously just snooping around my stuff, weren’t you?” you muttered, trying to throw him off with your annoyance.

“Shh - I wasn’t finished with my recounting of the story yet,” he scolded facetiously. He had finally finished tapping buttons on his phone and was now scrolling through something on the screen. “When the screen unlocked, I saw quite a fascinating narrative typed out on the screen. Truly a masterpiece, really.”

“Y-you read it?” you squeaked, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, I did more than that darling. I also scrolled through and reviewed the rest of your little webpage.”

Your face was burning red hot against your palms now. If you could have just melted into the couch and disappeared, you wouldn’t have hesitated to do so. You felt your heart pounding in your chest with nervousness and embarrassment at the whole situation.

“Shall I read some aloud for you?” he asked.

“Nooooo Loki,” you moaned, your voice muffled by your hands. You lifted your feet up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around your knees and hiding your face behind them, trying to become as small as possible.

“Ah, here is a good part: ‘The dark-haired god suddenly tackled you to the floor, pinning your arms down at your sides under his knees as he dug his long, slender fingers into your sides.’” You pulled your knees even closer to your chest. If the floor could swallow you whole now, that would be fantastic. “Darling, you’re not paying attention.” A poke to your side caused you to jolt one arm down away from your face to protect the sensitive skin. You stole a quick glance at the god, your eyes wide.

“D-don’t!” you exclaimed.

“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked, prodding your side a few more times, causing you to jerk away each time he made contact with your thin T-shirt. “Let’s see… ah! Another great line: ‘He drilled his thumb into the front of your lowermost ribs, digging his fingers into the sides of your ribcage simultaneously. You supposed you should have known that someone with his mischievous title would be good at tickling, but the way his fingertips sought out every single one of your weak spots was causing you to slowly slip into madness.’”

You started getting up off the couch to try to make a quick exit then, hoping to hide in your room for the rest of eternity. Loki caught on before you got very far, though, and grabbed hold of your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

“Let go!” you begged, refusing to look at him as you pulled your arm hopelessly to try to escape his grasp. He tugged you closer, quickly wrapping both arms around you and tackling you to the floor. A thrill ran through your chest as you found yourself staring up at the god of mischief, your wrists pinned to the floor at your sides in his hands.

“Seem familiar?” he asked, smirking. He leaned off to the side, looking at his phone screen beside you on the floor. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, I remember.” Loki’s fingers connected with your sides, scribbling and kneading in the best worst way. You shook your head rapidly, still too embarrassed by the whole situation to allow him to hear you laugh. “Your narrative appears to be inaccurate – according to this, you should have ‘giggles bubbling from your mouth’ but I hear nothing.”

“Loki! S-stop teasing!” you pleaded, covering your face with your hands once again now that your wrists were freed from his grasp.

“I’m simply pointing out there are some inconsistencies in your writing, y/n.” He moved his fingers to your belly, scratching maddeningly gently at the bare skin where your shirt had ridden up from squirming. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, but you did manage to keep one hand pressed over your mouth to muffle your voice as you brought your other arm down to protect your torso.

A small part of you, buried deep underneath the raging embarrassment you still felt, was loving every second of this playful side of Loki. Clearly you had fantasized about this before, as evidenced by your writing. You just hadn’t anticipated he would actually find your fics, much less read them and use them against you.

“Let’s continue, shall we?” he goaded, interrupting your thoughts. He picked up his phone in one hand while continuing to dig into your belly with the other to keep you squirming while he thumbed through more of your posts. “Here’s another excellent excerpt: ‘he moved to flutter his fingers against the delicate skin behind your knee, squeezing just above your kneecap simultaneously with the other hand, making you snort.’ I would very much like to hear that, I think.” He moved down to mimic his fictitious self in your writing, making you laugh out loud and kick your leg frantically. “Y/n, I’m not hearing any snorting. So many discrepancies; I have to wonder if you’ve ever been properly tickled in the same way as your fictional likeness.”

“Stohohop… stop making fuhuhun of my writing!” you demanded, although it wasn’t very intimidating laced with your laughter.

“Oh, I don’t jest, dear – I’m merely pointing out facts. Maybe this will make you snort.” He reached down and grabbed your ankle in one hand, lightly tracing the sole of your socked foot with one finger. You, indeed, did snort. “Aha! Maybe you should have requested assistance before posting these inaccuracies.”

“LEAVE MY FEET ALOHOHONE!” you shrieked, yanking your leg to escape his grasp. He responded by simply tightening his grip, dragging four fingers up and down your foot, making sure to note which spots made you jerk. He settled on scratching gently just below the ball of your foot, laughing himself as you rolled side to side trying desperately (and ineffectively) to evade his fingers.

“You realize, darling, you’ve essentially written a map to every ticklish spot on your body. I know exactly how to exploit your unfortunate weakness.” You opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off by unexpectedly switching to digging his fingertips between your ribs. The suddenness of his movement made you squeal, batting weakly at his hands. “It’s adorable, really, how you are pretending to fight me, when we both know this is exactly what you want.”

“SHH! Shuhuhut up Loki!” you countered. He put a hand to his chest in mock offense.

“You wound me, darling,” he teased, smirking. “What did that one quote state? Ah, that’s right! Your ‘death spot’ as you’ve titled it?”

“Wait! Nohoho I’m sohohohorry!!” you panicked, planting your feet on the floor, and trying to scoot away from your assailant.

“I don’t think you are, actually.” His fingers were inching vexingly closer to your ‘death spot’ as he’d pointed out. He found humor in the fact that your laughter slowly began pitching up in octave the closer he got. “I’m pleased that you’ve written this down for me to find, y/n. I don’t believe I’d have found it otherwise – as I understand, it is not a conventional place to be so unbearably ticklish.”

“No! No no! Plehehease Loki!” you pleaded, albeit halfheartedly.

“Hmm… alright then,” he conceded, moving back down to tickle your right side, moving his other hand to scribble on the right side of your belly. It had exactly the effect he was hoping for, causing you to jolt and roll hard toward his hands. Quickly, he grabbed your left side and pushed you all the way over onto your stomach, pinning your hands down to the floor with his knees. “On second thought, I think I’m going to do it.”

“NoOAHAHAH!” you practically screamed in laughter as his fingers made contact with your back, just below your shoulder blades. Seemingly encouraged by your reaction, he applied more pressure, gently kneading between the backs of your ribs. Your nerves were on fire with ticklish electricity, and you tugged desperately to try to free your hands. It wasn’t long before your laughter became silent, your shoulders shaking as you laid there and just accepted your fate.

It seemed Loki had noticed the sudden silence, and he removed his torturous fingers from your back, releasing your hands so you could roll back over. You curled up on your side, knees close to your chest and arms wrapped around your torso rubbing the residual tingles off your sides. He hovered over you, leaning close to whisper in your ear.

“You know, darling – if you wanted me to tickle you, you simply had to ask. I find it quite adorable.”

“Oh my god, Loki…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands once again. A single finger scratched under your arm, making you pull your arms back down. “Stahahap!! Can’t you see I’m embarrassed??”

“Mm, I can see that. But was it worth it?” he asked teasingly, planting a kiss on your cheek. The flames ignited by his lips spread across your face, up to the tips of your ears.

You supposed that, just maybe, it was worth it.

Part 2: A Difficult Question

[theraspberryler]

Slime Primers

Another fic done! I actually really like how this one turned out, I am unbelievably soft for this pair. Based on this prompt here!

Summary: Tommy is stubborn and won’t admit that he may be in a mood, but Charlie is a teasy bastard and decides to put an end to it. 

~This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your jam then please move on!~

TW - none I don’t think, let me know if I need to add any

The Tommyinnit was absolutely not in a lee mood. You’d have to be crazy to think that a big man such as him could even get lee moods. In fact, he was so not in a lee mood that Charlie’s teasing looks and wiggling fingers weren’t even affecting him in the slightest. 

Totally. 

Tommy huffed and looked away from the other’s stupid grinning face and dumb wiggling fingers, turning his attention back to the ores he was smelting. Now, usually a task as simple as smelting ores wouldn’t really require much attention or effort, but Tommy had a rather complex system of eight different furnaces lined up, and he was constantly going to each separate furnace and collecting the one or two smelted iron ingots from them, crafting them into blocks, and then carefully arranging them in the double chest sitting next to his furnaces. 

When Wilbur walked by and asked him what the hell he was doing, Tommy had replied in a very usual Tommyinnit fashion that he was working on a craft of true expertise and precision, and that it was, in fact, very important. He immediately glared daggers at Charlie, sat on the other side of the room, who snickered in response to Tommy’s explanation. 

Because what Tommy was refusing to admit, was that early on in the day, Charlie seemed to almost instantly catch onto his (not!) mood, and took it upon himself to be the most teasy, annoying little shit he could, and Tommy was finding anything and everything to distract himself from the butterflies he felt in his tummy whenever he saw Charlie’s wiggling fingers, or heard his teasing remarks. 

Tommy knew that he was just making this more difficult on himself; Charlie knew him well, and had witnessed Tommy in multiple lee moods before. He knew exactly what got to him, and practically had every spot and reaction to every little thing memorized. But Tommy was proud, dammit, and he wasn’t going to make Charlie’s job that easy! (Well, that, and Tommy may have enjoyed the way Charlie has always been the best at getting the best reactions out of him, and wanted to prolong the fun.) He was gonna have to try harder if he wanted to break The Tommyinnit!

So, there they were, Tommy fussing around the furnaces desperately trying to fight down his embarrassed flush, and Charlie lounging around on one of the chairs in the room, immensely amused by every little squeak Tommy let out when the boy foolishly spared a glance over his shoulder at the other. 

But, Charlie did have to admit, he was pretty surprised by how long Tommy had managed to keep this up. He was poking fun at and teasing the boy for the better part of the last two or so hours, and while Tommy did look like a blushy, embarrassed mess, he still hadn’t cracked. 

Though Tommy had been holding out well so far, Charlie was always up for a challenge. Especially if said challenge involved breaking through the stubborn, cocky personality of a particular blond teenage loudmouth. 

“You’re looking awfully red, Tommy, maybe you should take a break from working over the hot furnaces, yeah? I’m sure the iron would smelt just fine on it’s own.” 

“Fuck off,” Tommy growled under his breath, willing himself to not react as he saw Charlie shift in his seat in his peripheral vision, despite his heart rate picking up at the downright evil looking smirk on Charlie’s face. He forced the image out of his head, busying himself with emptying the furnaces again as he felt his mind begin to wander. 

“Really, Toms? That wasn’t very nice. You know there’s no point in resisting, because at the end of the day I’m still gonna get to scribble my fingers all over your sides, and how I’m gonna press my thumbs in between every single space in between every single ticklish little rib. And no matter how long you prolong the inevitable, you’ll still be stuck in my grasp until I decide that you’re done, no matter how much you kick and squirm.”

Okay

Fuck

Fuck Charlie Slimecicle and his stupid face and his stupid dumb teasy words, and Tommy could feel his insides turn to goo as he set down the iron ingots in his hands, covering his face and letting out a dramatic whine.

“Awe, why don’t you just come here Toms, make it easier for yourself, hm? We both know you want to bud, come on” Tommy whined again, shaking his head and wishing the ground would just swallow him whole. He didn’t think his legs would be able to carry himself over to Charlie even if he tried, so he found himself sliding down to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself. 

Luckily, Charlie seemed to understand the predicament Tommy was in, and decided to have a bit of mercy as he walked over to the other, sitting down on the ground next to the younger boy. 

“Hey, Toms.” Tommy just shook his head again, unable to stop the nervous giggles from leaking out of his mouth, and slumped down until he was practically laying down, despite the fact that Charlie literally hadn’t done a thing. 

“Shh, it’s alright Tom, come here,” Charlie said in a sweet voice, opening his arms for the other. Tommy briefly peaked out from behind his hands only to quickly return them to his face. He took a few deep, stuttering breaths, before deciding fuck it. Without moving his hands from his face once, Tommy sat up and shuffled into Charlie’s arms, immediately burrowing into the other’s chest. 

Charlie smiled at the adorable boy that was practically in his lap, wrapping his own arms around him and rubbing his back. Tommy jumped at the contact despite Charlie not having any intention of tickling him yet, his anticipatory giggles flowing freely from him. 

“Ready?” Charlie asked in a soft voice, and Tommy, not quite ready to attempt to use his words, just nodded in response, bracing himself.

So, Charlie wasted no time in sliding his hands up Tommy’s red and white t-shirt, unleashing all his fingers along the blond’s sides. He figured the boy had waited long enough, not having the heart to drag it out any longer. 

Tommy squealed before snorting, honestly not expecting Charlie to go all in right away, leaning further against the older boy and allowing himself to laugh freely. After being in a constant state of anticipation for the past couple hours, he really didn’t have the energy to attempt to hold his reactions back. 

Charlie felt himself melt at his sweet, unrestrained laughter. This was the exact reason he enjoyed messing with him like this, there were very few things that brought him more joy than Tommy allowing himself to act like a kid and be happy without worrying about his ‘image.’ 

Tommy hiccuped as Charlie trailed his fingers up to his ribs, planning on keeping true to his previous promise. 

“You know the drill by now Toms, I’m gonna go to each individual little rib you got, and every time you try to push me away we start over. Ready?” Tommy didn’t bother trying to hide his excitement, both boys knew how much he’s always enjoyed this game. Tommy put enough space between the two of them that Charlie could reach the front of his ribs with relative ease, but still facing towards the other so he could keep his face pressed into the crook of his neck, his arms winding themselves around Charlie and gripping the other tightly, in order to keep himself from pushing him away. 

Charlie cooed at him for obeying so quickly, making sure to let Tommy know how good of a job he was doing. At the praise, Tommy’s giggles went high pitched and he arched his back, grabbing a fistful of Charlie’s shirt and rubbing it between his fingers as a way to stimulate himself, and help keep him from squirming around too much. 

“Alright, here we go! Ready?” Charlie pressed his thumb into Tommy’s bottom leftmost rib, massaging into it. Tommy snorted, breaking into pitchy, childlike, loud giggles that were regularly interrupted by snorts and squeals. 

Tommy did a pretty good job of staying still for Charlie, his only real movement was the jolt he would give every time Charlie moved on to a new rib. 

By the time Charlie reached Tommy’s top left rib, Tommy had all but gone limp in his hold, his body shaking with adorable, happy laughter. And by the time Charlie had gone to each and every one of his right ribs, Tommy had tears in his eyes from laughing so much, hands repeatedly clenching and unclenching Charlie’s t-shirt as a way of grounding himself. 

Charlie took in Tommy’s disheveled, tired state and figured he should probably wrap it up for the day. 

He effortlessly scooped up the still giggling boy in his arms, who instantly allowed him to and wrapped his arms around his neck. With one hand still supporting Tommy, Charlie used his other to take the unsmelted iron out of the furnaces, not wanting to leave them running while no one was in the room to watch them. He carried Tommy back towards his room, using his hip to push the door open and closed. 

By the time he set Tommy down on his bed, the boy was already fast asleep. Charlie gently untangled Tommy’s arms from around his neck, and stood there for a moment, feeling his chest swell with pride as he watched Tommy’s relaxed, sleeping face. 

Before he left the room, he made sure to snap a picture, turning the lights off and gently closing the door, taking one last glance at the sleeping boy, making sure he was still alright. 

Slimey Boi

*attachment - one image* 

suck on that soot, I’m clearly the superior brother

Wimblur Suit 

I hate you

so fucking much 

*Wimblur Suit saved one (1) image*

[secretlyblue12]

Day 1: Chase

First day of DSMP tickletober! Very exciting. I haven’t written a tickle fic in a long time, so I’m a bit rusty, but hoping to do alright XD This one is of Tommy and Wilbur because it seemed fitting. There is a bit of teasing in it, but with Wilbur I feel as if that is a bit expected, I can’t think of any other warnings though. :)

“Oh, Tommy! You better be quicker than that, I’m right on your tail.”

Oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit. Tommy was screwed. Absolutely royally fucked, he thought, begging his legs to move faster. It wasn’t really his fault- well, okay, maybe he had been messing with Wilbur’s things while he was out, but he hadn’t meant to snap one of his guitar strings. And now Wilbur was going to kill him, he knew it, he could see the evil, mischievous, demonic glint in his eye when he glanced over his shoulder.

They had looped through the entire house twice by now, Phil would tell them off for making a mess but that was the last thing on his mind. That was an issue for later him, right now him was in the middle of a vicious battle fighting for his life.

He ran into the living room, circling around the couch and ending up with him on one end with Wil on the other. “You don’t have to do this Wilbur, think about the children. It’s not a big deal, I can- No!”

Tommy circled around to the other side when Wilbur launched towards him, reversing their positions.

“I am thinking about the children, one in particular who needs a proper punishment for breaking his big brother's things.” He said, jerking to one side to try to fake Tommy out, chuckling when the boy in question flinched and almost fell for it. “Tommy, this is your last chance to come here and I might go easy on you.”

That was a lie if Tommy ever heard one. “No you won’t! I might be stupid but I’m not an idiot. You’re just trying to make it easier on yourself, but I, Tommy the biggest man to ever- Wilbur!”

Honestly, that was quite rude, Tommy figured. He had been mid-speech, who tackles a man mid-speech? He didn’t have long to think about it though before he was squealing and squirming away.

“Whihilbuhur naha! Nohot fair,” He whined, desperately trying to push the hands away from his sides. “I didn’t mehean to! Stohop it.”

“Awee, you didn’t mean to? Well, I don’t mean this either then, or this, or this” He said, poking at a different spot every few seconds, smiling at how without fail Tommy would always jump at the new attack. “Oh, look! Your face is going all red. Are you blushing Tommy? Does a little tickle tickle tickling get Tom-Tom embarrassed? Oh, how sweet.”

Tommy felt his face get warmer at the teases. “SHUHut up! I aham not!” Fuck Wilbur, he decided. He was a twat and a no-good lousy mean bitch of a brother who didn’t know anything ever. Tommy shut his eyes so he didn’t have to see the pure joy on his face.

Wilbur leaned down close to coo in Tommy’s ear, delighting the how he squeaked and tucked his chin down in response. “You’re not? Well, it sure looks like you are to me, Tommy. Are you sure feeling my fingies wiggling over your tummy aren’t making you flustered? Oh, you’re giggling more now. Does me talking about it make it tickle more? But you’re so happy, look at that smile Tommy! How could I stop when it’s obvious you like this so much.”

Tommy shook his head, bumping his and Wil’s foreheads together.

“No? What are you saying no to? That you don’t like it? Does me talking about it not make it ten times more ticklish for you? If not then you won’t mind me keeping on then, surely. How about here, does here tickle more? Oh! Your laugh got all squeaky there,” Wilbur smiled at Tommy fondly, though he couldn’t see it with his face all scrunched up. “I remember you always had so many tickle spots, but every rib would get a different response out of you. Do you remember which ones got what types of responses? Look, I’m on the top ones now and your laugh is all squeaky, but if I move down a little bit, riiight here, yeah! See look- there it is. Makes you snort just like Tech.”

Tommy twisted and turned on his back while Wilbur dug his fingers in between his ribs. Mean! Mean, and rude, and horrible, and, and, and, well, Tommy couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. He was a little preoccupied. “Naha! Wihilbehy, Ihi don’t!” He protested, knowing damn well that he did. It wasn’t fair though, Wilbur had always loved it when Tommy laughed so hard he snorted, but Tommy hated it. That didn’t stop it from happening of course, but Wilbur didn’t need to bring it up! “Shuhut it you aharse.”

Wilbur gasped dramatically next to Tommy’s ear, making him jump. “Tommy,” He said in a half-whisper. “Did you just swear at me? Well that’s just unacceptable, isn’t it? Who taught you that?”

“Yohou dihid!”

“Me? Well, that can’t be true. I would never. Do you know what little liars get Tommy?”

Tommy peeked at Wilbur through his squinted eyes and giggled in anticipation as Wilbur’s fingers slowed to a stop. What was the man planning? Surely he wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easy. “What?”

Wilbur didn’t say anything, and for a moment all Tommy could do was watch on in horror as he took a deep breath and quickly scooted down far enough to face plant into Tommy’s stomach through his shirt.

Tommy all but screamed before dissolving into a giggle fit. Not only was the fact Wilbur was giving him a raspberry bad enough on its own, but his shirt made the feeling spread throughout his entire body. He flailed, pushing and Wil’s shoulders and head, trying to get him anywhere else, but he didn’t have any force behind the movements. His entire body felt limp under the attack, and in the end, he just held onto Wilbur’s hair while he planted raspberry after raspberry all around his belly.

Wilbur didn’t stop until Tommy’s laugher had grown almost not existent other than gasps for breath, and his grip grew slack in his hair. “Okay, okay. I’m done now,” he promised, rubbing his hands up and down Tommy’s sides soothingly. “No more. I hope you learned your lesson though.”

Tommy shuffled until he could lean up against Wilbur and tucked himself into the olders chest. “Mhm, yeah, whatever. Don’t break your stuff.”

Wilbur let him get comfy, settling them both back. “Did me tickling you really make you that tired? I might have to do it more often then.”

Tommy felt his cheeks, which were only just starting to cool off, heat back up at the words and shoved his face into Wil’s neck. “Shut up.”

“That’s not a no then?”

“I hate you.”

“Be nice Tommy. I said that was all for now but if you keep this up I might have a new lesson to teach you.”

Tommy weighed his options, gluing himself to his brother's side. Okay, so he’d let Wilbur win this one, but he’d bring it back up later than night. For now, he had to nap.

[azuregiggles]

The Bold and The Honk: Ler!George Lee!Karl

With a brief Ler!Quackity, Ler!Dream and Ler!SapNap

ALL PLATONIC

Author Notes: Sorry this took a bit longer than I thought it would! But it's finally here!!!

Words: 3314

WARNINGS: Swearing, I think that's it let me know if you think something else should be a warning.

SUMMARY: George is in a rather big Ler mood and is desperate to wreck someone. Lucky for him there are four others in the Feral household and so his search for a lee begins.

It was a rather ordinary day in the feral boys household each man was doing something rather independently. Dream was taking his fifth nap of the day though it was only noon. SapNap was editing in his office. Quackity was practicing making a few different dishes for a cooking stream they all had planned for later in the week and Karl was assisting him. That left George.

He was supposed to be working on his most recent video for his seemingly neglected YouTube channel but he just couldn’t get up the momentum he needed in order to focus. His mind was far too busy putting him in a very interesting mood. He watched his own fingers tap away at the keys and couldn’t help but imagine the squeaks and giggles it would make rather than its ‘click clack’ if it were a person beneath his fingers instead.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers running through his already messy hair. This only made him think of Karl and how he’d melt if someone lightly scratched his head. A fond smile crossed his lips. Living among the four other men he’d grown accustomed to the various and constant forms of affection. If any of them wanted a specific affection such as to cuddle there was always another Feral around to ensure they were helped and happy.

Gogy’s mind wandered back to tickling and how much it meant to the five of them. If ever one of them was in need of cheering up or just a smile this was a much favored method to get the crew back into a chipper mindset. Occasionally one of them would even ask to be on the receiving end and the friends would oblige with no questions. George was in the opposite mood however. He wanted to be on the giving end of things right now. He felt as though he needed it.

George was rarely one to be in a lee mood. He was often neutral until one of the others was under attack, then he’d join the offensive. Right now though, he was far from neutral, he was completely in a ler mood and ready to wreck someone. He trudged his way down the hall to Dream’s room and poked his head in the door. The green hooded man had clearly just woken up, his hair was tousled and his eyes were struggling to stay open. George tapped lightly on the door. Looking up Dream groaned jokingly “Ewwww what do you want?”

“I need you to help me with a certain mood I’m in?”

“What mood exactly?”

George stepped into the room until he was next to Dream “I’m in a ler mood and I really wanna tickle someone. You’ll help me right, Dreamy?” He poked his friend in the side.

“Absolutely nahahat! I just woke up! Go awahay!” The green one giggled and gave George a playful shove towards the door. George moved over to him again and ruffled his already messy hair with a grin.

“Fine sleepyhead, but don’t come to me with your next lee mood. I won’t be nice about it.”

“Whatever just get outta here dumbass.” Dream chuckled, swatting the offending hand away.

George decided to leave and continue his search for his next victim. Next he checked with Sap who was content at his desk. He leaned over the man’s shoulder. “Saaappppp” he whined.

“Geeoorrrggggeeeee” Sapnap mockingly whined back. “What’s up Gogs?”

“Can you help meee?”

“With what? Be specific.” Sap chuckled, eyes on the screen. George placed his hands on the ravenette’s sides, who tensed and smiled.

“I wanna tickle someone, like wreck them.”

“I’m editing go tickle Dream!” He playfully swatted Gogy’s hands away.

“He’s just woken up and won’t let me.”

“Then try Quackity.”

“He’s cooking.”

“Then tickle Karl, you know he loves it.” Sap giggled and pushed his friend towards the door “We can’t all procrastinate Gogs, I need to finish this video.” The door closed on him, Sap had returned to editing.

Editing had its own kind of fun but nothing would entertain the streamer the way his friends’ reactions did. SapNap was the proudest of the bunch, always holding out on laughing for as long as possible and will deny any compliments till the bitter end. Would have been an excellent target.

Dream was a screamer, his constant wheezing and endless sass made him an interesting lee to say the least. He always claimed to hate being tickled but the word ‘stop’ seemed to leave his vocabulary at the smallest poke. Unfortunately he was still drowsy and as such off the list.

Quackity was an involuntary fighter, the kind you have to pin a bit if you don’t wanna get punched or kicked. His hysterical laughter is always filled with a sailor’s worth of swearing no matter how much fun he’s having. George didn’t feel like getting potentially injured though. Another lee bites the dust.

Karl, on the other hand, was pure gold. The most ticklish, easily flustered by compliments and teasing but also not too embarrassed to admit that he loves the affectionate bonding that was tickling. His laughter was always full of cute noises like hiccups and snorts. But above all, since he enjoyed it, he was the one of George’s friends who could last the longest. Perfect.

Sir Not Found made his way to the basement, the Feral Cave as they all called it. With large sofas for streaming console games together and a large kitchen for cooking streams like the one Quackity was currently preparing for. Karl was presently attempting to flip an omelet and failing miserably.

“Oi! It’s a wild Gogy! In my kitchen!? The fuck is this!?” Quackity announced George’s arrival.

“Hey George! Wanna watch me pop off? I’m the omelet flipping champion.” Karl boasted and Quack rolled his eyes.

“You’ve dropped that same egg blob like five times, good thing no ones gonna eat it, they’d die on the first bite.” Quack told him.

George, who hadn’t said a word, walked into the kitchen and behind Karl. He slipped his arms around his friend’s waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Uhhuh George?” Karl’s tone was nervous and giddy. “Everything okay?”

George decided not to beat around the bush “I’m in a terrible ler mood. Lemme tickle you?” He gently poised his hands on Karl’s sides.

Karl froze and his cheeks turned red “Wh-What? How can you just ask that?” The room was already filled with his nervous giggles. He tensed in George’s hold, anticipating an attack. “B-Besides I’m helping Quack right now.”

“Oooh Karl’s in trouble Gogy’s in his bold arc!” Quackity teased. “You can have him Gogs, he’s a terrible sous chef anyway!”

“Hey!” Karl protested.

“Pleeaaasssseee Karl?” George tightened his hold, effectively hugging the other man who slightly melted into his arms.

“Oh fu-honk, okay. Please just-“ he was cut off as he was promptly thrown over George’s shoulder and carried towards the couches. His sweater paws now covered his face. He let out a yelp as he was plopped onto the sofa.

“Damn Gogy, you’re down bad. Must be one hell of a ler mood. Karl you’re so fucked” Quackity called from across the room.

Karl was far too giggly to respond. He covered his face and squirmed as George sat on his waist. “I don’t know where this mood came from. I just really needed to wreck someone. I tried Sap but he’s editing and told me to ask Karl because Karl. Loves. Being. Tickled. So. So. Much.” If there were any doubt that Karl was blushing before there was no room for argument now, with each word George poked Karl in the ribs, sending him into a giggle fit full of squeaks as his face flushed red.

“Sahahap is duhuhumb.” Karl offered.

“Mm-hm, and you’re ticklish! Now where’s that adorable laughter Karl? Please don’t keep me waiting. Your face has gone red you’re like a raspberry!” George reminded him by tasering his sides, earning a squeal. “Any specific requests from our little web star i-Karlee?”

Karl was in tease hell. When did George come up with a nickname like that!? His blush began to spread up to his ears and he made a series of flustered sputters as he tried to form words. He shook his head no.

“So I can just go for it?”

Karl nodded.

“Do you want me to start slow or wreck you? Your face is getting darker, how cute! Is that red Quackity? I need help confirming since I’m colorblind” George wiggled his fingers in the air.

More sputters left Karl’s lips. When did Gogy get so good at teasing? “I-I do-don’t” he squealed again as his sides were tasered once more.

“That’s not an answer~”

“J-Juhuhust” Karl tried to think through his giggles. He would die if this teasing continued. Unsure if he could handle being wrecked immediately he chose what he thought was the safer option. “Slohohow fihihirst”

“Aww~ anything for you i-Karlee!” George started by lightly scratching along his friend’s lower belly.

“Nahahaha!” Karl covered his mouth and snorted.

“Oh~ how adorable, you sound just like techno! Do it again!” George scratched around Karl’s navel.

“George NOHO!” He squealed and kicked his legs out behind the ravenette above him. Trying his best to not snort again he grabbed a nearby pillow and used it to muffle the noise.

“Now now, don’t hide from me Karl. You’ll only make it worse~” he teased and pinched along Karl’s lower rib, just enough to make him let go of the pillow. Karl snorted again as George returned his attention to his navel.

“Oh? Does this little piggy have a ticklish button? This one here?” He poked his finger inside and wiggled it around.

A small cackle resounded from the brunette “NAHAHA dohohoHOHOnt!” He whined and squirmed left to right.

“I believe the rhyme goes whee whee whee whee all the way home Karl” wriggling digits spidered up Karls sides and ribs, right to his armpits. Arms snapped down as bubbly laughter filled the air. “Do you think this is a good home for them?”

“OHOHOUT! G-GEHEHET OUT! NOHOHAHAHA” Karl bucked up and down trying to wrench the attacking fingers from his hallows.

“I’d love to but it seems as though I’m stuck here. What am I to do Karl? You’ve trapped me.”

“SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN” Karl pleaded and snorted once more his face scrunched.

“Alright but you’ll have to lift your arms if I do~” Gogy warned him but slowed down to give his friend a breather.

Very hesitant arms lifted to free George's hands. As promised Gogy removed his hands from Karl’s armpits and began scanning for his next target. Karl took deep breaths and closed his eyes as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“Would you like to play a little game i-Karlee?”

“Whahat kind ohohof game?” He blushed at the nickname.

“It’s simple really, you keep your arms up as I count your ribs. If you snort I start over, If you bring your arms down that’s ten seconds of tickling on your worst spot.”

“You’re evil”

“That’s not a no Karl~”

“Sh-shut up”

“Is that a yes?”

“I… I mean-... It’s more of a…”

“Arms uuup~ up, up ,up.” George coaxed him and smirked.

Karl’s arms betrayed him as he felt his head rest on his hands, his arms up and behind his head. He knew he’d never made it through this counting game before without his arms coming down. He knew it was a trap and yet he couldn’t help the anticipatory giggles that poured from his mouth.

“Wow you must be in a lee mood if you’re being this obligatory. I’m honored.”

Karl avoided eye contact, his blush returning.

“Awww~ I knew he’d be willing to help you George” Sapnap’s voice came from the kitchen where he was now helping Quackity clean. “Karl loves to be tickled.”

“Is that what all the noise is?” A still half-awake Dream fumbled down the stairs and flopped onto his beanbag chair that was just out of view of their stream setup. Karl’s hands moved back to covering his face.

“It certainly is Dream! He’s helping me with my Ler mood.” Gogy supplied.

“Aww~ How sweet of him. Oh my god, look at how red he is.” He scoffed, “Since he loves to be tickled so much it’s a win win. Having fun Karl?” Dream chuckled and watched the two from afar. The glint in his eye made Karl nervous again.

“Now where were we?” George returned his attention to a very flustered Jacobs “Ah yes~ Put those arms back up, please.”

A tiny squeak and the raising of arms was all Gogy needed to begin. He started at the top rib, knowing that, when it came to his ribs, Karl’s were more ticklish the lower they were. Karl gave a surprised squeal and began to wiggle around, his arms already threatened to drop.

“Oooonnneee~ stay still for me okay i-Karlee?”

“i-Karlee? Really George” Sap laughed “that’s so dumb.”

“Twooo~ such a pretty laugh”

“Karl seems to like it~” Quackity chimed in.

“Threeeee~! You’re changing color again. Is it magic?”

“Aww does little Jacobs love his new nickname?” Dream added to the verbal assault.

“SHUT THE HONK UP” Karl was losing it. All of his friends' teasing was getting to him far more than the actual tickling. “Plehehehease! You buhuhunch of nihihimrods! I’m gohohonna dihihiie”

“That’s not very nice Karl!” George smirked as he continued counting ribs silently “you should apologize~”

Karl shook his head no. He knew what he was getting into.

“Oh? Feeling sassy all of a sudden?”

“You gonna take that from a lee George?” Dream instigated, ignoring the slow rise of butterflies in his own stomach. The tickling stopped.

“What are you dohohoing?” Karl gave nervous glances to both of them. He’d expected to be wrecked, not ignored.

“Apologize or you’ll be punished” George told him.

“Try me” Karl taunted.

“Oh I’m not going to tickle you into apologizing, quite the opposite actually.”

“What? How does that-?”

“If you don’t apologize no one gets to tickle you for a week. Even if you ask.”

“That’s just evil Gogy you know Karl can’t go a day without a lee mood” Sapnap added.

“Holy shit, Gogy’s villain arc!? Ooohhh you better apologize Karl~” Quackity watched them with excitement.

“Well what’s it gonna be?” George looked at Karl again “say sorry and I’ll wreck you properly” wiggling fingers hovered over Karl’s lower ribs.

“O-okay I’m sorry.” Karl hid his face again “please tickle me” he squirmed in place. A flood of adoring comments from the other four men filled his ears. Karl’s face returned to a lovely shade of red as he sputtered and giggled.

“Aww he even said please, now you gotta ruin him good Gogs.” Quackity laughed.

“I intend to. You three help me a bit?” George ignored Karl’s giggly protests “don’t tickle him, just tease.”

The trio grinned and gathered around. Sapnap was behind Karl, arms around his waist. Dream was on his beanbag he’d dragged over beside the couch. Quackity was laying on the back of the sofa. George, in front of Karl, positioned his hands on the brunettes knees.

“Ready Karl?” George asked him in a teasy tone but wanted to make sure he wasn’t crossing a line.

Pulling his hood over his eyes, giggling frantically, Karl nodded. A shriek was caught in his laughter as it began. George kneaded the spot above each knee and scribbled beneath them whenever the chance arose. He grinned at the bubbly laughter filled the air, mixed with snorts and cackles. Now this was the kind of lee interaction he’d needed.

“Awwww, how cute your knees are so sensitive~” SapNap cooed directly into his ear.

“How is your laughter so sweet Karl. I literally don’t understand how it can be so endearing” Quackity chimed in from his perch. George was currently kneading Karl’s sides making the younger squeal in lighthearted protest. Tears of mirth streamed down his cheeks.

“Better not let the fans see you blush like this Karl~” Dream chuckled “They’d lose their shit. Imagine Karl can’t open social media without see everyone saying how adorable he is~”

Another shriek pierced the air as hands squeezed Karl’s hips on rapid fire. Karl leaned back into Sapnap to avoid bucking away from the touch. Sap chuckled and blew gently on his ears, not touching him but it tickled Karl just enough to make him scrunch up his shoulders and kick out his legs a bit.

All the while Dream and Quackity continued to ruffle Karl’s hair and showered him with teasing words and praise. “Aww was that a snort Karlos~”

“You look like you’re loving this Karl~”

Karl’s struggling car to a stop and he melted into the sofa and Sap’s embrace. His mind was really foggy but he knew he was happy. He felt safe even in moments like this because he knew his friends would never take it too far. Three people teasing as one wrecked him physically was a new but welcomed experience for the lee. After another couple of minutes the tickling was only a gentle skittering across his neck, making him melt as he caught his breath,

“I think I’m satisfied, how about you Karl? Did you get your fill?” George checked.

“Uhuhuh just ohohone more tihihing?” Karl giggled shyly.

A flood of awes filled the air, making him hide his face once again.

“And what would that be?~” George paused for an answer.

“R-Raspberries” A familiar heat arose to his features.Due to keeping his face in his sweater paws Karl missed the mischievous grins and looks that passed between the other four. A silent plan formed.

“What!? Gogy forgot your raspberries? How rude, don’t worry I’ve got your back Karl.~” Sap said into his ear. Karl knew exactly what that tone was and barely had time to speak before a raspberry was blow onto his neck by Sapnap.

“SAHAHAP WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?”

“Oi! Look what you’ve done Nappitus!” Quackity was using his chef voice again “You’ve upset Karl and made ’im sweah! You should know his favorite spot is right ‘ere!” With that he blew a raspberry upon Karl’s ribs.

“QUAHAHAHCK STAHAHAHAP” Karls shriekd but made no attempt to escape.

“You’re doing it wrong it’s riiight here~” Dream took in a huff of air.

Karl’s hands shot down from his face just in time to see his roommates’s lips reach his side “DREHEHEAM NOHOHOOOO- ACK” His whine was cut off by a yelp and a flood out loud, bright laughter. Dream smirked and continued.

“Now, now we should all know that Karl’s belly is his favorite~” George had to speak loudly to be heard over the symphony of sensations that were currently driving poor Karl insane. Karl squirmed and sputtered half hearted protests as George leaned down and took in a large breath. The vibrations sent a shock through Karl’s core and left him laughing silently. A chorus of raspberries on his four worst yet favorite spots was causing him to feel exhausted. Noticing this his quartet of lers each gave him one last raspberry before helping him rub away the phantom tickles. They all hugged him and showered him with praise for holding out.

“Thahahahat was mehehean” Karl giggled and hiccuped in the pile of an embrace.

“Was it too much?” George asked, a bit worried. Karl blushed and shook his head no.

“Did you love it Karl~?” Dream chided. Karl nodded, sweater paws covering his face.

“Awwww~ Karlos~” Quackity hugged him a bit tighter.

“Sh-shut up” Karl couldn’t hide the grin in his voice and the group laughed together. They stayed piled up for a while but eventually Dream and Quackity wandered off leaving Sapnap stranded under George and Karl who had managed to fall asleep on top of him.

[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: The Importance of Timing, Ch 1

<<chapter navigation TBA>>

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: Jester sobers quickly, though, pouting insistently down at them.“Four is pret-ty bad, you guys.”

Kingsley nods seriously. Thus validated, she starts bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. “I think we need to punish them, Fjord!”

Caleb and Essek make the mistake of overworking themselves right before the Mighty Nein are scheduled for a reunion. Lessons are learned.

Wordcount: 3.6k (yeah, this one’s going to take a while)

A/N: making some more progress on my backlog of prompts (this one happens to be both from the most recent vote and this lovely anon prompt)! cross your fingers that this is going to be my first finished chapter fic lol

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Caleb hardly remembers it, later.

It was evening - not particularly late, but after three near-sleepless nights time stretched into its own kind of viscous liquidity. Like a soup.

He laughed to himself at the absurdity of it, too tired for more than the barest expense of breath. Essek would know better than he, of course - he turned to him, intending to share the thought, and found a sheaf of notes thrust mere inches from his face.

“Here,” Essek said brusquely. Exhaustion did not lend itself to the usual smoothness of his speech. “I think I have it, finally - if we engrave it this way, the spell will replenish itself without interrupting conversation, yes?”

“Oh.” He took the papers, looking them over blearily - his eyes widened, a brief rush of vigor returning. “Oh, this is - oh, this is good! Let me just fabricate the surface smooth again and we can try-”

There was a crash from a location beyond the lab and therefore currently unimportant. Neither of them looked up.

The interruption, then, arrived unexpectedly.

“Hel-loooo!”came a lilting Nicodranian accent from the hall. “We got here early and you didn’t answer your door so we used our super cool magic powers to come in, and we should to-tally make a hammock themed room in the mansion tonight because I think Fjord is kind of land sick - Caleb, look at me, why do you look so terrible?”

Caleb knew the consequences of ignoring that voice. He looked up.

After hours of gazing at runes, his eyes refused to fully adjust and take in the three figures in the doorway. He squinted and managed to make out a bit of blue. “Jester?”

“They look tired right out, the poor things,” a purple blob pronounced from Jester’s right. “We haven’t missed out on an adventure, have we?”

“No,” Jester said, “Essek would never go out with his hair looking like that. Right, Essek? Aren’t you, like, super embarrassed that your hair’s all floppy right now?”

Sitting shoulder to shoulder with the floppy-haired drow in question, Caleb could just barely hear him hiss in protest at the interruption. “Leave, then, if it disturbs you so.”

Caleb blinked, starting to fumble together a sentence to dull the reprimand, and suddenly the remaining green blob resolved into Fjord as he put a hand on Caleb’s forehead and crouched to look into his eyes. “All right, it’s bedtime for you two. Jes, can you get Essek?”

“Wait-” Caleb grabbed weakly for the table, for his notes at least, but he was already being swept up in Fjord’s arms and carried bodily from the room. Essek sounded much more awake - and irate, frankly - behind him, trying to explain something, but it had been far too long since he had been anywhere near horizontal - with his head pillowed against Fjord’s bicep, he was asleep before they reached the stairs.

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Waking is a slow process.

He is not alone - there’s a weight to being tangled up in someone else, the warm scent of closeness, and even without his eidetic memory he does not think he can ever forget the stony, moon-soaked smell of having his face buried in the crook of Essek’s shoulder.

He yawns lazily. Essek must be very tired, if Caleb is awake and he is not, and he is the better cook of the two of them anyway - although of course neither of them have any comparison to Caduceus, or Yasha now that it’s been several months since her last poisoning incident. He presses a gentle kiss to Essek’s jaw and rolls out of bed to get started with breakfast.

Or tries to, at least. His top half makes it out of bed easily enough, but the rest of him does not seem inclined to follow.

Something clanks at the foot of the bed as he narrowly hauls himself up from a quick trip to the floor. He props himself up on an elbow, halfway through another yawn, and finds himself staring down a pair of manacles hooked around his ankles.

He kicks cautiously. The chain threaded through his bed posts clanks again.

Panic begins to stir low in his gut. “Essek!”

There’s a sleepy murmur next to him. He twists to find Essek blinking awake - there’s not much else he can do, with his arms shackled above his head and his legs chained below in similar fashion. The cuffs are padded at least, stuffed with what looks to be worn handkerchiefs, and they’re both fully dressed in sleep clothes - their captors don’t want to hurt them, then, not yet.

Caleb scans the room frantically. The book he has been reading is still propped open on the bedside table, the door knob Essek had pried from an Aeorian ruin after Caleb had commented on its sparkle still proudly adorns the bathroom door, Kingsley is still leaning against the window-

He grins smugly as Caleb’s gaze snaps back to him. “Oh, good, you’re both awake. Comfy watch, but it’s ever so much more boring without the-” He pulls his hands from his pockets and rocks them back and forth. “Oh, and also the fish folk trying to kill us, those are great.”

“Kingsley?” Caleb demands. Next to him, Essek makes a shocked sound as he presumably recognizes that he cannot move any of his limbs. “What is this?”

“Oh, I can’t rightly say.” Kingsley saunters over and swings himself neatly up onto the mattress, worming between him and Essek to sit cross-legged at the center of the bed. “Wasn’t my idea, at any rate-”

“Jester and Fjord were here too,” Essek interrupts. “Is this - this is a prank, is it not?”

“Hush, you,” Kingsley smirks. “All I’ve got is that I’m to ensure you don’t make your way free with any spellcasting before Fjord and Jester get back. And to that end…”

He breaks the pause with a dramatic flourish of his arms, spreading them wide before laying a palm down lightly on each of their bellies. “I’m told this should do just fine, if the two of you care to demonstrate?”

Caleb connects the dots just a moment too late to throw himself back off the edge of the bed. “Kingsley - wait - ah!”

There was a time when it would take minutes for his mind to link the intruding sensation of touch to anything but wariness. Now, the instant Kingsley’s fingers start scribbling he’s flat on his back, pushing weakly at the offending limb and doing his best not to collapse into hysterical snickering at how much it - it -

“Tickle, tickle, magic man,” Kingsley teases, pupilless eyes aflame with mischief. “No, no, don’t bother fighting it. I’ve heard tales about those ribs of yours, you know. Especially how much you love letting Jester play with them, hm?”

“N-nein, that’s not-” Caleb tries to protest, but he’s already giggling just at the thought - Fjord and Jester are here, and he’s stuck, and Kingsley won’t stop tickling him-

Kingsley’s grin grows another satisfied inch as he turns back to Essek. “And you, stubborn - oh, are you trying to cast something? Is that what that face means?”

Essek is struggling, jaw working and face scrunched as his entire body trembles in time with the claw vibrating its way into his belly. Caleb can practically see the Misty Step brewing on his tongue, just a few short words between him and freedom if only he can get them out without laughing.

Until Jester tracks him down, that is. He hasn’t - they’ve been apart, and then in Aeor, and then working on their big project for the past few weeks, and Caleb hasn’t exactly gotten around to admitting that he might like Essek to - admitting anything, really. Or telling Essek that now that Jester knows he’s ticklish and doesn’t entirely mind it, any attempt to escape will only end in more retribution.

An oversight, in retrospect.

Kingsley purrs, apparently entirely delighted with his victim’s predicament. “Oh, come on now, you can do it! It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good magic show.” Essek shakes his head frantically, lips pressed together even as his cheeks puff with repressed giggles, and Kingsley grins all the wider. “No? Let’s see how long you last when I really start pressing your buttons, then.”

On his side and snickering helplessly, Caleb cannot help but feel a little jealous as he watches Kingsley tug up Essek’s shirt and wait for his eyes to widen in terrible anticipation. “One last chance, then? Cause I think this is really going to tickle.”

Caleb wants him to succeed, really, he does - but watching Essek try as hard as he can to curl in on himself as a single fingertip starts to rub at his navel, squirming and squeezing his eyes shut and finally barking out the first two syllables of his incantation before the third succumbs to high, squeaking laughter holds its own considerable charm. “Ahahaaaa - nooo, hehe! - wh -” He laughs a little more, shoulders shaking, and barely manages to gasp out the words. “Fjord - Jester - where -”

“Couldn’t take it? Oh, you are a ticklish thing,” Kingsley tells him, laughing when Essek’s attempt at protesting collapses into a breathless snort. “You’re wondering where they are? Really, I couldn’t say. Maybe they’ll be gone for hours, and I’ll just have to keep tickling and tickling-”

He’s focused in on Essek now, taking his other hand off Caleb to wiggle it menacingly over a defenseless armpit - Essek takes one look at the new threat and screams. “Caleb!”

Kingsley’s replaced his hand with his tail squeezing around Caleb’s thigh, and it tickles so badly and unexpectedly that Caleb would like to curl up in a ball and do some screaming of his own, but with Essek pleading for his help there’s no other choice.

He pulls himself back onto his elbows and flops into Kingsley’s lap as best he can with his legs chained, reaching blindly for ticklish spots that used to belong to Mollymauk - gasping through a new wave of laughter as the spade of Kingsley’s tail starts to poke at the soft back of his knee, he crowds his fingernails against the small of Kingsley’s back and yelps in preemptive terror as Kingsley starts to laugh and reaches for him instead. “Fjord! Jester!” he shouts. “Help!”

“Gah - oh, fuck, thahat’s - haaaa-” Kingsley flails for a moment, legs kicking out as he tries to shimmy away, but in the next moment his fingers are tickling mercilessly under Caleb’s arms and Caleb can hardly breathe, let alone keep tickling him. He flails to escape, trying to wrap his arms around himself and use them to drag himself away at the same time, but really that just means that Kingsley’s hands are stuck in his armpits now and he’s going to die-

“Right, right, I’ve learned my lesson, no ganging up on our little star,” Kingsley grumbles. Caleb gasps in breathless relief as Kingsley works his hands free - he’s facedown on the mattress, but he hears Essek shout for Fjord and Jester too before dissolving into another fit of giggles. Presumably Kingsley’s putting his tail to good use somewhere.

A hand grabs his shoulder, and he’s rolled over onto his back with his legs untwisting beneath him. He blinks up into Kingsley’s gaze, eyebrows raised in apparent dudgeon. “You, on the other hand,” Kingsley growls, as if his lips weren’t curving up into a fanged smile already, “I am absolutely going to need both hands for what I’m about to do to your ribs.”

“Mist,” Caleb sputters reflexively, and then, louder, “Fjord! Jester! FJORD!”

Kingsley’s eyebrows rise even higher. “Oh, it’s sweet that you think they’re going to help you. Unless - oh, did you want more hands?”

Caleb hardly hears the approaching footsteps over his own anticipatory squeal as he watches Kingsley’s fingers start to wander back down towards his ribs. “Nein! - eheeheh, oh gods, nein-”

But then, suddenly, blessedly, the fingers ghost lightly over his ribs and settle for spidering across his tummy instead. He wheezes in relief - half of it comes out as giggles, his nerves still on high alert, but he fully intends to enjoy breathing while he can.

He flops tiredly back, eyes tracking to the doorway as Fjord and Jester stroll in. “Sorry for the wait,” Fjord says politely. “Jester and I were just finishing up lunch. Because it’s lunchtime.”

“No rush, Captain!” Kingsley practically chirps. “We’re having a wonderful time, aren’t we, boys?”

Fjord looks completely unsurprised to find the two of them in chains. Jester is practically bouncing beside him. Caleb imagines this does not bode well for them.

Essek pipes up from behind him, metal clanking as he tries to move to see around Kingsley. “Did - heh - did we oversleep? I think the shackles are a bit uncalled for-”

“Oh,” Fjord says, low and dangerous. He’s not smiling, not yet, but Caleb can see it in his eyes and that is even worse. “Don’t mind those. It would be a shame to let the two of you leave your bedroom so soon when you haven’t seen it in days and days, wouldn’t it?”

With Kingsley still tickling at his waist, Caleb can’t even begin to coax his stomach muscles to let him sit up as Fjord and Jester cross to the bed and loom over the both of them. Jester claps her hands together, looking dangerously pleased with herself. “Do you like them?” she enthuses. “We got them from a pirate raid, because someone put our other set on a fish person that jumped right back into the ocean.”

“They were getting rusted anyway - I don’t think we collected a single one of those at sea, they’re not even waterproofed.” Fjord grumbles amiably. “These, though-”

He hooks one finger delicately through the chain connecting Caleb’s ankles to the bedpost and tugs, dragging one helpless foot just close enough to scoop up in a waiting hand. “Now these are made for some real seafaring shit. Could hold a body for as long as you want, as long as they aren’t inclined to use any magic tricks.”

Caleb tries to yank his foot back. Fjord just chuckles and leans over to stare him down, his yellow eyes warm and amused. “Isn’t that right, Caleb.”

“No magic tricks,” he gasps out through another fit of giggles as Fjord rubs a warning thumb over his sole. It’s hardly a concession - between that and Kingsley, he hardly has the breath to try anything.

“Good,” Fjord says encouragingly. He puts Caleb’s foot gently down and turns to Essek. “Now you.”

Caleb turns to look at him - from what little of Essek’s body language he can read, he looks wholly confused. “You’re not going to let us go?”

Fjord crosses his arms. “Oh, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. Just consider this a friendly reminder that Jester, Kingsley and I are quite capable of following any… magical exits.”

Essek visibly rallies at the mention of magic, quirking an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware you had learned how to Teleport.”

“Essek,” Caleb hisses. Fjord shushes him and stalks a single step forward, just close enough to start tickling lightly at the bottom of one purple foot.

Essek’s superior expression lasts all of a moment before his entire body starts flailing to escape the single point of contact. “Ah! No, nohoho, wahahait, I didn’t - ahaha, stop that!”

“You’re right, I can’t Teleport,” Fjord says conversationally. “Good catch, I’d kind of forgotten about that one. Jes, we’ve got some antimagic stuff on the ship, right?”

Jester interrupts herself from making increasingly dramatic faces at Essek to answer. “I think so? You know, just in case if we meet someone icky like you know who.”

“Perfect. Maybe you and Kingsley can keep Essek busy, and I’ll head back to the ship and root around for it?” He looks calmly down at Essek, kicking as frantically as he can with the few inches of leeway the shackles afford him and still completely unable to avoid Fjord’s fingers. “It’ll take a while, mind you.”

Jester perks up, dancing over and reaching for Essek’s other foot. “Yes! Kingsley, did you try his ears yet? They get all flappy and it’s really really-”

“No!” Essek rushes out, squeaking in harried protest when they still don’t stop tickling up his arches. “I - wait,” he pleads. “No! I won’t cast, I won’t!”

Fjord grins. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Alright, Kingsley, can we give them a moment?”

Kingsley removes his hands from both of them rather reluctantly. Fjord claps his shoulder in silent thanks. “Now, would either of you like to explain why we found the two of you half-dead from sleep deprivation?”

“Yeah, you guys, we were so worried!” Jester adds. “You can’t do that when we’re not around to take care of you! You guys haven’t been doing this all year, have you?”

“We’ve only met up in the last few months,” Caleb adds, wincing a little as their eyes turn to him. He sits up slowly, wincing apologetically in the direction of Essek’s wrist shackles. “But no, we have not, we are just working on this project - it is a real ficker, there are so many moving pieces - and we are nearly done, we meant to sleep last night.”

“How many days?” Fjord asks. “One? Two?”

When neither of them answer, sharing a silent look, he hovers a hand threateningly over each of their trapped feet. “Believe me, you really don’t want us to pick a number.”

“Four,” Essek says warily. “But Caleb slept for at least an hour each night, and I don’t need to-”

“Oh, four’s a lot,” Kingsley cuts in. “Did you not learn how to sleep in shifts, not being on the ocean, or do you just enjoy each other’s company that much?”

Essek turns bright red. Caleb’s pretty sure he turns even redder. Even Fjord looks a little embarrassed as Jester and Kingsley collapse into laughter.

Jester sobers quickly, though, pouting insistently down at them.“Four is pret-ty bad, you guys.”

Kingsley nods seriously. Thus validated, she starts bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet. “I think we need to punish them, Fjord!”

Caleb can easily guess what this punishment will entail. “Wait a moment,” he says hastily, “we have not even told you about this project-”

“It will be worth it,” Essek adds. “If you would just let us-”

Fjord nods thoughtfully, ignoring their protests. “What do you say, a minute for each hour they should have been sleeping?”

“No-” Caleb starts.

“So that’s sixteen for Essek, and - Caleb’s been napping on and off, sounds like, so we’ll round it down to a neat half hour for him.”

Caleb gapes fearfully. A half hour of tickling, after months and months - he can admit to himself that he missed it a little, but- “That’s too much,” he blurts. “Bitte, you’ll kill me-”

“Really, this is unnecessary,” Essek adds, surprisingly dignified for the way he’s trying helplessly to press his feet against the bed. “Just - we are well rested now, we only need a few hours more to finish the project, there is no need!”

Jester pouts. “Oh, Essek, don’t you want to hang out with us?”

Essek flounders at that, and Caleb can’t help the soft smile that slips out of him. “I would like nothing more,” he assures her, “but being chained up and - and tortured - was not quite on my mind-”

“Well then, you shouldn’t have been so dumb, Essek,” she says cheerily. “Caleb, do you want me or Fjord to tickle you?”

His mouth goes dry. Jester will be - Fjord teases, but he is gentle at least, and Jester is - Jester-

He looks over at Essek, wide-eyed and eyes flicking between all of them in some strange combination of bewilderment and anticipation, and braces himself. “Jester.”

Kingsley laughs, delighted. “Oh, he must really love you,” he tells Essek. “He’s gone and given you the better option by far.”

Essek looks at Caleb, gaze softening. “Really?”

Caleb grimaces back at him, a little embarrassed by himself. “He’s exaggerating. And besides, I am not the one laid flat out here.”

Essek frowns. “Yes, about that.”

“Caleb doesn’t like having his wrists pinned down,” Jester says easily, scrambling up onto the bed and into Caleb’s lap. “Though you should know that already if you two are boning-”

“Jester,” Caleb pleads. Kingsley starts to laugh again.

She beams at him, darting in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Hi, Caleb!”

It’s impossible not to smile back. “Hallo, blueberry.”

He looks around her to see Fjord walk over and settle on Essek’s side of the bed, patting his shoulder companionably. “It’s good to see you two, really.”

Essek just sighs.

Kingsley prods at his belly, earning a hasty yelp. “He’s in a mood, it seems. You want some help with him?”

His stomach grumbles, just then, and Fjord laughs. “Why don’t you get some lunch instead,” he suggests. “We’d have brought something up, but the screaming sounded rather urgent.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Kingsley cocks a loose salute and swings back off the bed with one more tickle under each of their arms, snorting in amusement as Caleb and Essek both squirm and protest. “The others should be arriving soon, I’ll keep a weather eye on the door.”

“Yes, do that,” Fjord says, waiting for him to round the corner and start down the stairs. “That guy is really into sea lingo.”

“Kingsley is great,” Jester enthuses. “Don’t you guys think he looks so much prettier now that he’s all tan?”

She’s not wrong. “Ja, sure.” Caleb says. “By the way, what exactly did the two of you tell him about-” He flushes. “About my ribs?”

“Oh, you know, just some stuff!” Jester says cheerfully. “Most of it is definitely not true by now, probably, since it’s been a super long time since we’ve seen you.”

She puts both of her hands on Caleb’s shoulders and presses, sending him flat on his back and leaning over with a mischievous smile. “Good thing we have a whole half hour to catch up, huh?”

Caleb gulps.

[sageinacage]

Hi! Saw your post about Sap and Tubbo and I’ve missed their dynamic sm so I wanted to send in a request! How about lee Tubbo and ler Sapnap? Maybe Sapnap wanted to see if Tubbo was just as ticklish as he was back then and uses one of his favorite tactics a bunch, raspberries?

Still the Same summary: sapnap wants to know if tubbo is still as ticklish as before, in his own sapnap way. a/n: sorry for the wait :( low motivation bc of personal stuff happening, but im doing a bit better so i wanted to get this out asap! hope u enjoy :D warnings: swearing, sapnap is Evil (/lh) w/c: 1.6k DSMP, Platonic

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Everyone always says it’s easier to clear your thoughts from a high altitude. Why is that? No one knows, though no one is going to question it either. It’s always nice to enjoy the breeze from up above.

The only problem is, finding that high altitude and then having to climb up to it.

Tubbo closed his home door behind him, glancing around to find some sort of easy-access place he can sit for a while. As the boy walked around, he was quick to notice the gentle breeze that brushed against his cheeks and over his nose.

He sighed, enjoying the perfect weather present on this day, deciding to start walking down the path to town. As he walked, he chuckled as he recognized the spot he was standing at.

The day he and Sapnap had a playful bicker. It involved Tubbo making fun of the demon for miswording something, and a playful fight lasting afterward. The boy chuckled to himself, then his eyes widening.

Thinking about his old friend reminded him of the hill they used to hang out on. The perfect altitude to sit at, might he add. Now walking with intention, Tubbo smiled at the old memories that were unfolding in his brain.

“Here it is, it feels like it’s been years,” Tubbo spoke softly, arriving at the same hill he and Sapnap used to goof off on ages ago. He smiled contently, plopping down on the grass, and leaned against an oak tree that sat on the hill.

He let his head relax back, enjoying the nice breeze brush through his hair and the convenient shade the oak tree provided for him. The people were right, this is a good place to clear some thoughts up.

Meanwhile, a certain demon was also heading somewhere to relax for the day, wanting a break from all the serious ‘bullshit,’ as he would call it. Sapnap looked up at the tree that rested on his favorite hill and saw a figure under it.

He smiled to himself, recognizing a certain ram hybrid settled underneath the shade of the luscious tree. With a mischievous smirk, Sapnap tip-toed up the hill, avoiding any crinkly leaves or twigs along the way, motivated to startle his old friend.

Oh, how much Sapnap missed being so goofy and carefree. It was honestly a natural instinct to playfully mess with Tubbo, almost like how siblings always try to push each other's buttons. It’s safe to say he saw the boy as a little brother.

“Tubbo!” Sapnap squealed, whipping his head around the tree with a giddy smile. “Sap… Sapnap?! Where did you even come from?!” Tubbo gasped, holding his heart dramatically at the sudden scare.

“From down the hill, you goof.”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, why’re you smiling then?” Sapnap sniggered, earning an eye roll from the ram. “Because you’re annoying, and it’s making me smile because of how annoying you are.”

The demon snorted a laugh. Tubbo really was the sassy boy he always remembered.

The two settled underneath the tree together, just catching up. They really needed it, it was obvious on both sides that they both missed each other dearly.

They missed the playful bickering and fights they’d have over literally nothing, maybe a piece of bread if anything. Tubbo especially missed the warm feeling he got while around Sapnap. Was it the feeling of coziness inside of him, similar to the feeling of home you get when you’re around someone you’re genuinely fond of- or was it just that Sapnap is warm because he’s a literal fire demon? Probably both.

All was content and nice until Sapnap had to bring up a redacted memory, one Tubbo couldn’t think about without a wild blush spreading across his face.

“Hey Tubs, do you remember the tickle fights we used to have? Well, not exactly fights since you never put anything up- Ow!” Sapnap rubbed his shoulder where the boy flicked him, a grumpy but obviously flustered scowl painted on his face.

“Embarrassed, are we? C’mon, it’s not like you’re still that ticklish anymore!”

The embarrassed squeak that left Tubbo really just made all the dignity he had left drain away.

“...Or are you?” Sapnap continued, his curious glance turning into a dark grin. “Hey there- buddy, friend, mate- you d- don’t gotta… gotta do it… actually I think it’s getting late and I should be getting home!” Nervous giggles poured out of the boy, shuffling backward on the grass.

Sapnap just shook his head. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere, Tubbo. Not until I get my answer!~”

Oh shit. A surprised squeal left Tubbo as he was wrestled onto the ground, though the boy was strong as well and fought back. “Oh, actually fighting back, are we?~ Now that’s a change!” Sapnap teased, making Tubbo’s body go limp.

‘Teasing makes him go all jelly, got it.’ Sapnap thought with a snicker, looking down at his friend.

“S- Sapnap… dohoHON’T- SAHAPNAP!” Tubbo barked out a laugh, trying to twist on his side away from the prodding fingers on the right side of his ribcage. “Nuh-uh, you aren’t going anywhere, mister!” Sapnap sniggered as he pushed the boy’s hips on the ground, drilling his thumbs into the bones in the process.

A loud shriek left Tubbo, failing to buck Sapnap off of him. He fell limp against the grass, knowing that he wasn’t gonna get out of the predicament anytime soon. Not that he exactly wanted to, though.

“Remember you can tell me to stop whenever you’d like me to, bud.” The demon’s face softened into a more reassuring look, slowing down his tickles. Tubbo nodded, opening his mouth to speak before being interrupted with another screech.

Sapnap’s fingers found the sides of his lower stomach, massaging his fingers into the soft skin. This seemed to be successful, Sapnap found.

“SAP-HEHEHEHAHA- F- FUHuhuck ohohoff!” He continued to squirm, stomping his hooves in the plush grass behind Sapnap. “D’awww, Tubbo!~ That wasn’t very nice, was it? Maybe I should remind you of my favorite tactic?” Sapnap raised an eyebrow, relishing in the immediate anticipatory high-pitched giggles that emitted from the smaller boy.

“Do you remember? I think you do, champ! I think you remember all the nibbles and raspberries I used to give to your cute lil’ tummy- and oh how bad they tickled!~ Are you excited? I think you areeee, I can hear your tail thumping on the grass!”

Note taken; Sapnap was still as evil as before.

“Y- Yohou’re so mehehean!” Tubbo whined, covering his bright red cheeks, his shirt riding up with his arms raising. “Uh oh, Tubbo… Look what I have here! A perfect snack right in front of me!~” The man cooed, dragging his dull claws over the ram’s belly before leaning down and blowing a big raspberry right beneath his belly button.

“SHIHIHIHIT! N- NOHOT THAHAT!” Tubbo shrieked, arching his back up. “Not this? Alright, your wish is my command, champ! Guess I have no choice but to do this instead…” He chuckled slowly before beginning to gently nibble on Tubbo’s lower belly, moving up the side to nibble near his waist.

Fuck Sapnap and his stupid stubble, and his even dumber fangs.

“SAAAAHAP- NONONONOHOHOHO!” Tubbo pleaded, weakly pushing at Sapnap’s head, but the damn thing didn’t budge even a centimeter. “No? Okay!~” He giggled, going back to plant another raspberry over the side of his belly.

Arching his back again, the ram dug his hooves in the grass to try to ease the sensations at least a little bit, but the ticklish stubble dragging around his tummy kept making him go limp. “F- FUHUCK YOHOU- Y- YOHOU’RE SO BAAAHAD!” Tubbo retaliated, yet again trying to twist away but his hips were only pushed back down onto the grass.

“I think you need a little manners lesson, don’tcha think, Tubso?~ N’awww, don’t pout at me, you know I’ll just have to do… this…” Sapnap huffed in a breath, Tubbo squealing in anticipation, but then silence.

Tubbo relaxed his muscles as the raspberry didn’t happen- never mind. It happened.

“FUHUHUCK- PLEEEHEHEHEASE!” Tubbo’s body went completely jelly, the tickling too much for him to fight back anymore. Sapnap looked up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “You were so bold a few seconds ago, what happened? Hmmm?~ Cat got your tongue, Tubbo? Let’s fix that.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tubbo's waist so he couldn't buck away from his attack.

Raspberry after raspberry, Tubbo knew he couldn’t handle it anymore. “STOHOHAHAHAP! E- ENOHOUGH!” His voice was squeaky and tickled-out, taking deep breaths as he laid down completely limp on the soft grass.

“You alright there, Tubso?”

“Mahahaybe…”

“Here, let me help.” Sapnap smiled, but it was softer this time- way different than the evil grins he was giving while tickling the life out of the poor boy. The demon laid the ram across his lap, gently carding his fingers through his plush hair.

“C- can yohou… keep gohoing? But- gehentle this t- tihime?” Tubbo stuttered out, Sapnap audibly cooing at the sweet boy. “Of course, it would be my pleasure- seeing how evil I was earlier.” He jested, earning an exaggerated noise of agreement from Tubbo.

He snickered, tracing his dull claws in random shapes over the boy’s belly, letting them graze up and down his sides and back down to circle around his hips. The affectionate light tickles were making the tickled-out boy sleepy, as he curled up in the warm demon’s lap and softly snored as sleep swept over him.

“Sleep well, bud. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ve missed you, y’know that?”

[bakugousbussy]

Nightmare

BakuDeku w/ Lee! Deku & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Bakugou has a dream where Deku was better than him, and he takes his anger out on real Deku.

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It was an early Saturday morning, most of Class 1A still in bed, still tired of yesterdays training, all except two of them.

Bakugou and Midoriya were outside sparring. Why? Well…

It was 430AM, Bakugou looked at the clock. He woke up because he was having a nightmare. Or what he thought was a nightmare anyway. He dreamt that Deku was the number one hero and he was falling behind. And what made it even worse is that dream Deku kept calling Bakugou an angry pomeranian!

“That nerd.” He mumbled to himself, sitting up, replaying the dream over and over in his head, getting angrier and angrier. “He thinks he can beat me? Tch.” He clicked his tongue. “I will be the number one hero. I will be the one who surpasses All Might.” Bakugou, fueled with rage, gets up and changes from his sleeping clothes to his training clothes.

Bakugou marched over to the elevator and pressed the button to Midoriya’s floor. Not even thinking twice, he barges into the green haired boys’ room.

He was met with silence as Izuku slept peacefully on his bed.

If it wasn’t for this rivalry they had with each other, Bakugou would consider Midoriya a friend. The green hair boy looked so peaceful. He was sleeping in his All Might pajamas and he was covered with an All Might blanket. Bakugou cooed at the sight. He almost left him alone, but then Bakugou remembered his dream and the fuel to his fire came back.

“Nerd!” Bakugou spoke, loudly and sternly, but not enough to wake up everyone on the floor.

“Get up.” His voice laced with impatience, as he shook the sleeping green haired boy.

“Wha-Kacchan?” Midoriya blinked his eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them to focus on the boy leaning in front of him.

“K-Kacchan w-what’s going on?” Midoriya asked, sitting up, flustered that the blonde was so close to him.

“Change. We’re sparring outside. Now.” Is all Bakugou said to him, as he walked out of Midoriya’s room, leaving Midoriya confused. But he did as he was told, because he was scared of Bakugou and the consequences that would follow if he didn’t.

Midoriya groggily made his way outside looking around for Bakugou.

“Over here, nerd.”

Midoriya looked up to see Bakugou under a tree. He made his way over to the waiting blonde.

“W-why?” Is all Midoriya could produce as he let out a big yawn.

“Because you think you’re better than me. You think that I can’t be the number one hero. You think I look like an angry pomeranian.” Bakugou rambled.

Midoriya stood there, dumbfounded. “Kacchan I-I never said any of that.” Midoriya whined. Did he just wake me up to fight me for something I didn’t say, Midoriya thought, slightly face palming himself in his head.

“No quirks.” Bakugou said, and Midoriya nodded in agreement.

Bakugou aimed a kick at Midoriya’s head, but Midoriya dodged. Midoriya retaliated with a punch, but Bakugou dodged that. They both went at it. They both really were the perfect match for each other. Their hand to hand combat was around the same level. Bakugou’s swift movements balanced Midoriya’s quick thinking, and Midoriya’s speed balanced out Bakugou’s strength.

After a few long moments, they both were exhausted. The pair laid on the floor, panting and sweating.

“So you wanted to fight because you made up some things I said about you?” Midoriya asked through gasps of air.

“No.” Bakugou replied sheepishly with a hint of embarrassment. Did I really do that, he thought. In his defense the dream felt real, and nobody was going to talk to him like that, especially Midoriya, even if it was fake because it was all in Bakugou’s dream. He was just about to let it go too, but then the angry pomeranian comment filled his mind and he just…reacted.

Bakugou jumped up from where he was laying and sprung over to the unsuspecting Izuku.

“W-what?! Ah! Kacchan?!” The broccoli headed boy yelped out in surprise.

Bakugou straddled the smaller boys waist and with one strong move he pinned both of Midoriya’s hands under his knees. Midoriya too shocked to fight back, stunned at the explosive blondes sudden attack.

“K-Kacchan I-I w-what?” Midoriya stuttered out.

But the blonde was in his own world. He gave Midoriya a devious smile. Which Midoriya could only respond in more stutters.

“I think…” Bakugou paused to raise his hands into a bogus thinking pose. “You need to say sorry,” Bakugou said, ask he looked down at his confused prey.

“F-for w-what K-Kacchan?” Midoriya, flustered at the situation of being held down by his childhood friend.

“For dream Deku calling me an angry pomeranian! Duh!” Bakugou said like it was so obvious.

“W-what?” Midoriya replied, confused face and all.

“Fine. I guess I’ll just make you.” Bakugou half screamed as he started wiggling his fingers towards the trapped boy.

“W-wahahait K-Kahahacchan! Nohoho.” Midoriya’s body let out anticipation giggles as he knew what was about to happen next.

“Heh. Deku, I’m not even tickling you yet. You never grew out of your ticklishness did you?” Bakugou laughed evilly, his smile looking wicked. “More fun for me.”

“Nohohoho dohohohon’t!” Midoriya could feel his cheeks getting pink as he watched the wiggling fingers above him.

Bakugou’s fingers finally made it to Midoriya’s stomach and the green haired boy let out a small scream.

“NAHAHAhahaha Kahahahacchan stahahahahap ihihihit!” Midoriya shook his head back and forth. Midoriya hadn’t been tickled for a while so the boy forgot just how ticklish he was.

“Maybe you should have thought about the punishment before dream you decided he could insult me!” Bakugou teased. He knew it wasn’t Midoriya’s fault, but he wanted to bully the broccoli head.

Bakugou raked his fingers up and down Midoriya’s stomach and couldn’t help but laugh a little when Midoriya would let out a small squeak when Bakugou hit a particularly sensitive spot on the laughing boys’ tummy.

“GahahhaAHAH buhuhuhuhut I dihihihihidn’t eveheheheen sahahaHAHAay ahahahahany of thahahahahat!” Midoriya tried to pull at his arms to escape the ticklish torture but Bakugou’s grip was too strong, plus it wasn’t helping that Midoriya was laughing his head off.

Bakugou moved his hands up to Midoriya’s ribs. Gently vibrating his fingers, resulting in a higher pitched laugh from Midoriya.

“KAHAHAHACCHAN! NAHAHAHAAHA!”

“Nope. You deserve this.” Bakugou said as he continued his attack on the freckled boys’ ribs.

The two would have a lot of tickle fights when they were younger, so Bakugou was an expert at tickling little Izuku. The explosive blonde had skilled fingers that were pros at getting the right spots, and putting the right amount of pressure that wouldn’t just tickle like hell, but also drive someone insane.

“STAHAHAHAHAAP I DIHIHIHIHIDN’T SAHAHAHAY GAHHHAHAH!” Midoriya begged through his laughter, clamping his eyes shut and trying to minimize the ticklish feeling.

“Then apologize for your dream selfs’ behavior.” Bakugou replied dryly as he moved his hands up to Midoriya’s armpits, kneading the flesh in circular motions that he knew would drive Deku crazy.

“GAHAHAHAA NAHAHAHAA BUHUHUHUHUT KAHAHAHAHACCHAN NOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHHAHAAHA!” Midoriya tried to bring his arms to his side to protect his sensitive armpits from being abused with tickles. This just made Bakugou laugh, putting a little more pressure into the tickles and made Izuku laugh uncontrollably.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP KAHAAHHAHACCHAN! WEHEHEHE’RE GOHOHOHONNA WAHAHAHAHAKE EHEHEHEHEVERY OHOHOHONE UHUHUHUHUP! Midoriya protested as happy tears started to form in his eyes.

“No, you’re gonna wake everyone up with your loud screaming, so quiet down.” Katsuki teased. Which made Midoriya’s cheeks turn red. “This could all stop if you just do what I said.” Bakugou’s smile as wide as it could be, looking down at his rival in hysterics.

“NGAHAHA BUHUHUHUT HAHAHAHHAA!” Midoriya could barely get any words out. His eyes filled with mirthful tears, and his legs kicked helplessly behind his attacker. He tried to buck Bakugou off but his efforts were to no avail.

Bakugou moved his fingers and rested them on top of Midoriya’s hips. Midoriya’s eyes widened in fear.

“Nohoho! Dohohon’t! Kahahacch-”

His pleas interrupted when Bakugou dug his fingers into his hipbones.

“GAHHAHAHAA NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAT SPHOHOHOHOT! BAHAHAHAA!” Midoriya screamed. His worst spot being attacked and he couldn’t even fight his way out. This was it for him. Is this how I’ll leave this world, he thought.

“Ha ha yes this spot!” Bakugou couldn’t hold back his smile when he saw the giggly mess beneath him. He mentally cooed at how cute the squirming boy beneath him looked. “Two words and this torture can end.” Bakugou teased, not letting up on the tickling.

“OHOHOHOKAY! HAHAHAHHAA KAHAHAHACCHAN IHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!” Midoriya finally gave in, happy tears finally leaving his eyes and streaming down his freckled face. He couldn’t take the tickling anymore.

“Hmmm…I don’t know Deku. Doesn’t seem very genuine.” The blonde said playfully, lightening up on the tickling slightly.

“NOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIHIHI MEHEHEHEEHEAN IHIHIHIHIHIT AHAHAHAHAH!” The green haired boy used all of his efforts to get out that last sentence, before falling into silent laughter.

The blonde, thinking the laughing boy had just about enough tickles, tickled the smaller hero for just a bit longer as a last hurrah, then he started to slow his fingers, until they finally came to a stop, just resting on the boys hips.

“Remember this the next time dream you wants to insult me!” Bakugou said while faking an angry voice.

The explosive blonde hopped off of Izuku and the green haired boy sat up, inhaling deeply.

Midoriya spoke through a smile and pants of breaths, “Dream me won’t ever do that again.”

“He better not.” Bakugou replied with a smirk on his face. Oh Bakugou was so going to have to tickle the green haired boy into oblivion again, he planned on it.

The two boys then sat together under the tree, watching the sunrise, just like they used to do as little kids.

[happyandticklish]

Not Just An Annoyance

Notes: For the ask by @ticklish-sidekick. Based somewhere between the Titan’s Curse and The Battle of the Labrynth. As someone who was once the younger kid with the stupidly obvious crush on their older peers, I related a lot to Nico throughout the series. I hope you enjoy my sweet emo child as he receives all the tickles he deserves! :)

Summary: Nico keeps annoying Percy to get him to tickle him, and Percy is oblivious as per usual.

“What’s that?”

Percy jumped near out of his skin at the sudden presence of the other boy peering over his shoulder, banging his knee into the cafeteria table. There was something about the way Nico moved that made him slightly uneasy, like he was sliding out of the shadows. He glanced down at the sword Nico had asked about, which mere moments before had been a pen; Percy had wanted to polish it while everyone else was out at activities.

Evidently, not everyone.

“Uh, it’s my sword,” Percy answered, holding it up for him to examine. “Riptide, technically. Haven’t you seen it before, in battle?”

Nico’s eyes widened at the sight. Before Percy could do anything the boy had snatched it out of his hands, running his fingers over the blunt side of the blade. “Yeah, I mean, a couple times. I’ve never seen it up close though. How come it has a name? How does it turn from a pen into a sword? Do you actually know how to fight with this? Could I try?”

The questions buzzed around Percy’s head, whizzing too fast for him to concentrate on one. He decided to focus on the last one, as he figured that was the most prominent one. “Absolutely not. You’ll get yourself killed.”

He held out his hand for the sword, but Nico was already swinging the sword down in a wide arc, flushing in excitement as it whooshed through the air. “Awesome.”

“Nico, c’mon, give me my sword back.” Percy stood up, attempting to wrestle the hilt of the sword away from him. Nico was small and squirrely however, and easily evaded his grasp, clumsily slashing at empty air several more times. “That’s not safe, you know. And your technique is all wrong.”

“Then teach me the right way,” Nico responded brazenly, completely oblivious to Percy’s growing annoyance.

Percy narrowed his eyes at the insolence. He knew the kid didn’t mean to get in his way, but that didn’t stop him from making endless troubles for Percy. He thought back to Manhattan, and all the times he had acted up in similar manners. He remembered a certain technique his mom had used on him in those circumstances, and he figured they would surely be just as effective now.

While Nico was distracted attempting to heft Riptide into a natural thrust, Percy managed to sneak up behind him and place both hands on his sides. Nico froze, his entire face going red though Percy of course couldn’t see that.

“Give me the sword Nico,” Percy demanded. “Or else.”

Nico stiffened, trying to act brave through his apprehensive confusion. “No. I’m still using it.”

“Okay,” Percy said, shrugging as if to say the matter was taken out of his hands. “You asked for it.”

The last thing Nico expected was for two pairs of fingers to dig suddenly into his sides as Percy enacted his tried and true method. Nico jumped, bursting into uncontrollable giggles as he squirmed in his hands.

“N-Nohohoho!” Nico protested, attempting to wriggle out of his grip but finding that Percy’s strength vastly outmatched his own. “Ahahaha, Nahahat fahahahair!”

“Are you gonna give me the sword?” Percy asked, knowing that technically speaking Nico’s grip was weak enough on the weapon by now that he could grab it himself if he wanted. He decided it was more fun this way, however. “Hmm? What’s that? Are you at a loss for words?”

That’s a first.

“Stahahahap!” Nico screeched, dropping the sword finally and attempting to pry away Percy’s hands. “Ehehehe, pffft, nohohoho mohohore!”

“Are you gonna leave me alone?”

“Yehehehes!”

“And quit asking so many questions?”

“Yehehehes, yehehes!”

Finally Percy backed off and Nico collasped to the ground, wrapping his arms protectively around his middle. Percy calmly retrieved his sword while the other glared at him. “Tickling is not fair.”

“It’s called strategy,” Percy informed him, bumping him affectionately with his foot as he walked by. “See, you did learn something.”

Nico watched as Percy capped his sword, the weapon instantly shrinking down into a pen that he pocketed before walking off to go find the others. His skin still tingled anxiously as phantom tickles ran up and down his sides. He slowly clambered to his feet, trying to shake off the leftover embarrassment from acting so childish in front of someone as cool as Percy. Crumpling into a ball of giggles in front of your hero certainly didn’t help when you were trying to look tough.

But there was something about the way Percy had smirked when he had grabbed his sides, the teasing lilt to his voice, that awoke strange, fluttery excitement in the pit of his stomach. Percy was normally so dismissive of him, treating him as some annoying younger brother; it was nice having all that attention focused on him for a change.

So for the next couple weeks, Nico found himself doing everything in his power to provoke Percy into another “attack”. And, as most would say about him if asked, Nico could be very persistent when he wanted to be.

“Nico!” Percy spluttered, resurfacing after the other had shoved him quite suddenly and unexpectedly into the lake. “What the hell?”

Nico shrugged, flashing him an impish grin. “I wanted to see if the Son of Poseidon could swim better than normal people. I guess I was wrong though, because you seem to be struggling quite a lot.”

“Because you shoved me—” Percy exclaimed, before cutting himself off with an irritated smirk. “Alright then. But you only have yourself to blame for what happens next.”

“What do you mean—wah!”

Nico yelped in surprise as Percy’s hand shot out of the water suddenly, grabbing his ankle and jerking him into the lake with him. He landed with a splash next to Percy, waves cascading out around him. He came to the surface with an indignant gasp, and barely had time to get his breath back before Percy had pulled him into his arms, fingers wiggling into his now soaked shirt.

Nico shrieked, instantly squirming and attempting to evade his grasp, but Percy’s grip on him was too strong. “Ah, wahahait, nohoho, Pehehercy!”

“This is what happens when you mess with the great Percy Jackson,” the other triumphed, squeezing his sides rapidly and prompting a flood of embarrassing squeaks and giggles from Nico.

“Ihihihit wahahahas juhuhust ahahaha prahahahank!” Nico protested, throwing his head back with a wild grin and kicking his legs out violently in the water. “Thihihihis ihihihisn’t fahahahahair!”

“It’s perfectly fair,” Percy argued. “This is revenge, plain and simple. I wonder what would happen if I just…” He grabbed both of Nico arms, holding them above his head with one hand. With the other, he started rapidly spidering fingers in his left armpit. Nico promptly freaked out, writhing and bucking like crazy as the unbearable sensations took over. It was a credit to Percy’s superior abilities as a swimmer that he was able to keep both of them afloat through the process.

Nico got truly desperate when the touches changed from light fluttering into intense drilling, directly in the spot where his armpits met his ribs. “Nahahahaha, stahahahahap, stahahahahap, ohoho myhyhy g-gohohods!”

“Alright, alright.” Percy let go, whereupon Nico’s arms hastily clamped to his sides, and paddled their way back over to the dock. Nico gratefully pulled himself up and collapsed on the wooden platform, freezing cold and giggling.

“That was mean,” he accused, throwing an arm over his face to hide his growing blush.

Percy pulled himself up besides him, playfully poking him in the side to hear him yelp and scramble away. “Hey, sometimes you gotta be mean to teach someone a lesson. Besides, you’re too easy. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as ticklish as you are—it’s kind of adorable.”

Nico opened his mouth and closed it, attempting to somehow stammer out a response to that. Before he could, Percy had shot to his feet and was off again, presumably to go dry off. Nico flushed violently and, after a moment of hesitation, followed in suit, the slight breeze combined with his dripping wet clothes causing goosebumps to scatter up his arms.

Nico failed to get any sleep that night, as Percy’s words echoed over and over again in his head until he eventually buried his face into his pillow in delighted embarrassment.

The provocation only continued as time went on. Nico sprinted frantically across the camp grounds one late afternoon, dipping in-between confused campers who stared after him quizzically. In one of his hands he clutched a simple necklace—a necklace which happened to belong to one Percy Jackson, furiously in chase behind him. Already, helpless laughter spilled from the young boy’s lips as the anticipation of the chase caught up with him.

“Nico!” Percy yelled after him, hastily apologizing to campers as he bumped and stumbled into them. “That’s important, give it back!”

“Make me!”

Evocative words, a tease Nico knew the other couldn’t resist. Sure enough, Percy soon caught up to him, and instead of grabbing him he skipped straight to digging hands into his sides as the two rolled over on the grass. Laughter spilled already from Nico’s lips as electric shocks coursed up and down his body from the sensations. Percy quickly forgot about the necklace, as he did most of the stolen objects in these games they played, and simply went about wrecking the boy, wiggling fingers into every ticklish crevice on his body until Nico was squealing and begging for him to stop.

Only once Nico had truly reached his limit did Percy back off, letting the other breathe as he collapsed on the ground. Percy retrieved his necklace easily, as it had fallen from the other’s hands quite a while ago. Nico rolled over on his sides, leftover giggles wracking his shaking frame.

“Don’t take my stuff,” Percy warned him, trying to sound angry though most of the anger was stripped from his voice as he beheld the happy boy before him. “I mean it this time.”

Nico nodded frantically, but deep down knew this wouldn’t be the last time.

Weeks went by before either of them said something about it. It was a colder night, one of those midsummer evenings where one could feel the hints of autumn creeping in, and thus Percy sat huddled by the fire, his eyes closed as he absorbed the heat gratefully. There were a couple others milling in and around the fire pit, most either in their cabin or engaged in late-night conversation with friends and lovers. Nico hesitated before approaching him, worried for the first time in quite a while about being a bother. Normally he wouldn’t care as it usually resulted in Percy tickling the ever-loving shit out of him, but he was always worried that he might be going too far and that one day Percy was just going to snap at him in anger.

Not to mention, he looked so peaceful with his head tilted back, eyes closed and wind gently tousling his hair. Nico flushed, pushing the invading thoughts aside. He was well aware of the hopelessness of his crush, but that didn’t stop it from encroaching at the worst times.

“Hey,” he said, lowering himself to the ground and crossing his legs besides Percy. The other startled at his presence, whipping his head around to face him. “Nice night, huh?”

“Yeah,” Percy replied warily. He waited for a moment, clearly expecting something from the other. When Nico did nothing, he relaxed slightly, allowing himself to face the fire again.

“Hey,” he said hesitantly after a couple seconds of silence had gone by, an awkward note to his voice. “I just wanted to say sorry. For, you know, torturing you for the past month. It’s just… I don’t know, I guess I’m just not that used to dealing with kids, and I went a little overboard with you. I know you don’t mean to be annoying, or anything—”

“I do,” Nico interrupted, surprising both himself and Percy. He hadn’t meant to say the words—they had slipped out without his permission. “Mean to be annoying, that is. It’s… uh, on purpose.”

“Oh,” Percy said, frowning a little. “Why?”

Nico shrugged, picking at his fingernails and avoiding the other’s gaze. “Dunno. I guess it just… it felt nice to have your attention, you know? You usually treat me like a pest, or some minor annoyance you don’t want to put up with. I guess it was kind of fun having you hang out with me.”

“Fun?” Percy repeated incredulously. “But I was always so mean to you! I mean, what, do you like being tickled out of your wits all the time?”

Nico blushed furiously, staring intensely at the ground and not responding. It took a moment for the realization to hit Percy. “You do like being tickled? Wait—is that why you’ve been bothering me all this time? So I would tickle you?”

Nico grunted noncommittally.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Percy exclaimed, knocking his shoulder against the other affectionately. “I would have just tickled you, if you had told me that was something you wanted. You didn’t have to force me into it—in fact, I think I would much rather you ask as opposed to just stealing my stuff all the time and shoving me into lakes.”

Nico whipped his head up to stare at him for the first time throughout their entire conversation, his eyes wide. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“I mean, I don’t personally understand it,” Percy admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I think I would die if anyone tickled me as much as I’ve been doing to you all the time. But if it’s what makes you happy, then it makes me happy. You’re my friend Nico—not a pest or an annoyance. I care about you.”

Those words, such a simple thing for Percy to say, meant the world to the little boy staring up at him. He flushed, trying to figure out how to possibly respond without sounding like a lovestruck dork about it. “Thank you,” he muttered, before kicking a foot out and digging it into the other’s side. “Idiot.”

Before he knew what was happening, however, Percy had latched onto his leg, locking an arm around his ankle and thus securing his foot in place. Nico swallowed nervously as Percy removed first his shoes than his sock, the cold air blowing preemptively against his now bare foot. Nico’s toes curled in anticipation at Percy’s growing smirk.

“Oh Nico,” he said, clucking his tongue regretfully. “You shouldn’t have done that. Especially after you just admitted that you like to be tickled, well… I mean, it’s really your fault what happens next here.”

Nico grinned, ducking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. “I hate you.”

Percy matched his grin with his own and Nico’s heart fluttered traitorously in his chest. “Of course you do.”

The camp soon rung with the sounds of Nico’s crazed giggles, leaving many a camper to stop and stare at the sight of what looked like the famous Percy Jackson tickling the shit out of the new upstart Nico di Angelo. That wasn’t the last time they witnessed such a sight either, and in the end, Nico found he couldn’t be happier with the way things had turned out.