#Thihi I have issues

[tyrant-tales]

Hi! Do you mind doing a Hxh fic? I’ve been craving lee!Killua 😭

Thank you so much! No rush!

Jealous much?

Hi! Thank you so much for the request!

A/N - This was a delight to write! Sorry if it's ooc!

Warnings- tickles below the cut!

Fandom - Hunter x Hunter

Lee - Killua

Ler - Gon

Leorio is also mentioned

Prompt: Gon found a cat and has been giving it more attention then killua, and now he's jealous

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"Why are you so upset, she's just a cat!" Gon had been arguing with Killua for the last hour about Snowball, Gon's new cat, stealing all the attention.

"Because! She's been taking up everyone's time, you never talk to me anymore," Killua grumbled, frowning and shoving his face into the decoritive pillow that was sitting on the couch.

"You're such a child. I have not been giving her more attention than you. You're just jealous that you don't get every second of my time anymore," Gon shook his head, walking over Killua and patting his hair.

"I am not jealous!" He turned to face Gon and sat up, "You just don't like me anymore."

"You'd think that someone from a family of assasins would be less clingy."

"I'm not clingy!"

"You are!"

"You two have been at it for the last hour. Killua, just admit you're jealous and move on," Leorio walked in the room, Snowball in his arms.

"But I'm not!" The white-haired child whined, now starting to pout like a toddler.

"Stop being a baby!" Gon tweaked Killuas rib, sticking his tongue out. Killua squeaked and brought an arm to cover his side, glaring at Gon.

"Don't do that," he rubbed his ribs as he scowled at Snowball.

"Don't do what? This?" He smirked, grabbing at his sides again. Killua jumped off the couch, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. Gon started to laugh, standing up and going to pet Snowball.

Killua groaned, "See! You go right to her!"

"If you want my attention," Gon started, "then I'll give you my attention."

"But you aren't, that's the problem," he turned to go sit again.

"I am, you're just being a baby about it."

"I'm gonna leave while I still can, Snowball being here seems to be causing more issues," Leorio backed out of the room, still carrying Snowball. With that, Gon went to Killua and leaned over him.

"Say that your jealous, and I'll give you my attention."

"No. I'm not jealous, Snowball is just an attention hog!"

"Clearly our friendship isn't that important, seeing how you won't just admit that you're jealous," Gon crossed his arms, not moving from in front of Killua.

"Cause I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Even if I was, why would I flat out say it?"

"If you won't say it yourself, I'll make you admit it."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Are you gonna say it?"

"No."

"Then yes, I am."

"And how do you plan to 'make me'?"

"Easily."

"What's that suposed to meAHAN!" Killua pushed into the couch, attempting to get away from the hand that was digging into his side. "Whahat ahare yohou dohoing?!"

"Tickling you, silly!" Gon continued to squeeze at the younger.

"Whahat dihihid ihi doho to deheservehe thihis?"

"It's my way of getting you to admit that you're jealous, duh."

Killua kicked Gons leg, causing him to fall onto the couch and stop his attack. Unfortunately for the younger (not really though, he was having fun but he'd rather die than admit it) Gon caught his wrist before he could enact revenge.

"Well that wasn't very nice, now was it?" The older frowned, grabbing the other, flipping him onto his back, and sitting on his thighs.

"It was worth a try, was it not?" He gave a wonky smile, "I almost got you."

The greenette latched onto Killuas ribs and started to scribble over them, "Actually, it's weird that you didn't even touch me. If you really wanted to, I would be at your mercy, not the other way around." He smirked.

"Vehery strahahage, rihight?"

"Yeah sure. 'Strange'. It's also strange that you aren't even fighting me."

"Heh.."

"Alright enough talking, you haven't even admitted to jealousy yet."

"Wahaihit-" Gon quickened his pace, sneaking in a squeeze every now and then. "NohoHOHO!!"

This continued for maybe 45 seconds, but Gon got bored of that and lifted his hands to give Killua a break. He took in greedy breaths, hugging his stomach while happy giggles poured out of his mouth.

"Are you gonna say that you're jealous now?"

"Ihin your dreheams."

Gon turned himself around to face Killuas knees, "Last chance."

"Neheveher!"

"Suit yourself." With that, he started spidering his knees, occasionally slipping to the back of them. Gon took note of how Killuas laughter got louder whenever he let his fingers slide under his knee.

Eventually, it was just the back of his legs being targeted, and his cackles were now sprinkled with little snorts. Gon made sure to throw in an 'awe! You snort? How cute.' the second Killuas breathe caught too quickly.

"Wow, you have stamina. I'm pretty sure I would've given like, 5 minutes ago."

"Trahahaining doHOes AHAHAlohot fohor yohouHUHU!"

"Hm. Maybe this will get you to crack..." He proceded to squeeze Killuas thigh right above his knee multiple times, watching and listening carefully to make sure he wasn't going to far.

"GYAHAHA OHOKAHAY OKAY! IHI GIHIVE, IHIM JEALOUS! STAHAHAP!"

Gon stopped immediately and got off of him, letting him breathe for a bit. Once he calmed down and his breathing slowed, he asked, "Are you okay? I didn't go too far right?"

"Noho you're fine, I'm fine," he took another deep breath, "That was mean though."

"Well you got my attention, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So you'll be nicer about Snowball?"

"Fine."

"Good."

#tickle content #hunter x hunter #lee!killua #ler!gon #killugon #sfw interaction only

[ticklish-n-stuff]

K so, I would like to make a request.

Can I please have a fic where Rui has been avoiding Tsukasa recently (with them already dating or just really close), and Tsukasa already figured out previously that Rui was ticklish and so he hunts Rui down, traps him in his arms, and tickles him into telling what's wrong and it's a self-esteem issue?

Hope there aren't too many requests going on! And still working on my fic, but I also love your fics!

Insecure

I got pretty excited when I got this~ After all, I can't resist writing for lee Rui hehe ^^

Good luck on your fic and I'm glad you enjoy mine~!

Hope you like it :3

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic)

Lee: Rui

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was weird, the past few days it felt like Rui was avoiding Tsukasa at all costs. Whenever Tsukasa would try to greet him at school he'd just walk right past him, and at work he barely even looked at him! It was driving Tsukasa crazy, why was his partner behaving this way? One day after school, getting ignored once again, Tsukasa went over to his house to confront him about it. He made his way into the purple haired male's room.

"Oh Tsukasa, what're you doing here?".

"Don't you Tsukasa me!" yelled the blonde as he slammed the door behind him. Before Rui could speak, he got interrupted "So, why have you been avoiding me recently?! D-Did I do something wrong...?" he asked, looking a bit down.

"No! Of course not!" Rui quickly went to comfort him by squeezing his shoulder.

"Then why have you been avoiding me like the plague?!" Tsukasa looked deeply into his eyes, trying to stare the answer out of him. But Rui only shrugged and said 'it's nothing'. "Do you take me for a fool? Look, clearly something is up, so why can't you just tell me?".

"I already told you, it's nothing" Rui sat on his bed as he crossed his arms, pouting like a toddler.

"Fine! Have it your way" Tsukasa said in an ominous tone, a teasy smirk making it's way onto his face.

"What're you- GYAH!" Rui yelped as he was suddenly tackled across his bed by his lover. "T-Tsukasa, what's the meheheaning of thihis?!" he giggled out as he squirmed underneath his boyfriend.

"I tried being peaceful with you but you've made me use extreme meassures" Tsukasa looked down at him with an evil grin, keeping him trapped under his weight. "Now... are you gonna tell me or do I have to tickle it out of you~?" he teasingly dragged his index finger across his tummy in a circle like pattern.

"Mph! Ehehehehe! D-doho your wohorst!" Rui spat out through his giggle fit, trying to seem tough. But all those thoughts went out the window when Tsukasa pinned his arms above his head. "Wahahait! Nahat thehehere!" he shook his head around, his giggles sounding more desperate even without Tsukasa touching him.

"Well you did say do your worst~" and just like that, Tsukasa dug all ten fingers into Rui's armpits, gently scratching at the tickle spot.

"PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! TSUKASA PLEHEHEASE!" he screeched out, kicking his legs out from how badly it tickled while squeezing his arms down as tight as he could. Sadly for him, that didn't stop his boyfriend from tormenting him.

"You know what you have to do to get me to stop~" Tsukasa chuckled evily as he kept going to town on his boyfriend's armpits. Watching him scream and thrash around but hey atleast this was an effective way to get him to smile.

Rui kept on cackling like a madman, his eyes completely squeezed shut and his smile so wide he felt like his cheeks would rip appart.

Not wanting to seem too evil, Tsukasa slowed his fingers down, opting for gentle strokes on his lover's armpits. His laugh died down a bit but he was so ticklish it kept driving him insane.

"Are you ready to talk now?".

"Ahahahaha! F-fihihine! Just stahahap! Plehehease!".

At that, Tsukasa slipped his hands out from his armpits. Now laying down next to him to cuddle. "Please, what's been bothering you?" the blonde spoke softly as he ran his hand through Rui's hair.

After catching his breath, Rui hid his face against Tsukasa's chest, feeling a bit shy. "You're gonna think it's silly..." he whined out. Tsukasa had to control himself from cooing at him he was just that adorable.

"Nonsense, if it bothers you this much then it's no silly matter" the blonde reassured him.

Rui took a deep breath, "It's just that... I've been feeling so insecure lately, about us... What if I'm not good enough for you or you get weirded out by me and decide to break up and-".

Before he could continue on his long tangent, Tsukasa interrupted him by bringing a finger to his lips. "I can assure you that that'll never happen! I love you too much to let you go!" he said as he squeezed him tighter in his embrace. "I love everything about you. From your ungodly creations to your beautiful smile~" he poked Rui's tummy, causing him to giggle.

"Thanks... I guess I've just been overthinking it".

"In that case, I'll tickle all those negative thoughts away!" Tsukasa declared, lightly scribbling Rui's sides up and down in their embrace, while also peppering his neck with sweet kisses.

"Gah-! T-Tsukasa nahahahaha!" Rui squeaked, his cheeks errupting into a deep red color as he allowed himself to drown in his laughter.

"Such a beautiful laugh you have~ One of the other many reasons that I love you!".

They both remained all cuddled up, with Tsukasa showering Rui with light tickles while listing off everything he loved about him. Well, if he ever felt insecure again, he knew the best person to go to.

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I hope this was alright ^^

#project sekai #colorful stage #tickle fic #project sekai tickle #project sekai tickle fic #colorful stage tickle #colorful stage tickle fic #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #lee!rui #ler!tsukasa #ruikasa

[covenofwives]

(NOT) Helpful

DreamXD is in a certain mood when he comes across Dream and George. They notice that the two seem to have trouble with the word 'nibble', and being a good older sibling and friend, they decide to help them with their problem.

:) This is a shameless revenge fic for @fluffallamaful

This is for the overalls spiral.

Also a technical sequel to The Blame Game

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“XD! Stohop it! Put hihim down!”

“Stohohohop! STOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!!!”

The God didn’t stop. In fact they did the complete opposite. His fangs pressed into Dream’s side, nibbling up and down the exposed skin. They held their younger brother in their arms, their upper arms wrapped around his chest as the lower set wrapped around his legs to stop his kicking limbs.

DreamXD had came across Dream and George in a certain mood. Restless and very hands on. They danced around the issue and denied any sort of mood until the boredom eventually took them, and they poked into George’s side. The grin that stretched over XD’s face was something akin to a Cheshire cat, growing wider when he did the exact same thing to Dream and then asked the seemingly innocent question:

“George, do you still giggle whenever you say the word ‘nibble’?”

And that was the afternoon activities set. XD proposed a challenge of George saying the word ‘nibble’ without any giggling or hitch in his voice. The punishment for if he failed would be Dream getting tickled. Specifically, getting nibbled.

Dream protested to this, of course, but it was hard to do anything about it when XD scooped him up in their many arms, and asked George to say the word.

George failed the attempt, if it could even be called that. He tried to mumble the word really quietly, but even then he couldn’t stop the giggle in his throat. XD tutted out a disappointed sigh before nibbling his fangs all along Dream’s sides, and smiling as his brother barked out a laugh.

“STOHOHOHOP!!! EHEHEHEX DEHEHEHEHE!!! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!!!”

XD rolled his eyes, though the action went unseen, and pulled back. “Oh you’re fine, Dream.”

“I-I caha- Ihit… I-I cahan’t breheathe…”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“XD! Let him go!” George demanded.

George had attempted to help his friend when the ‘game’ had started. There was, of course, not much he could do against the God. Especially not when the God just flew up off the ground and out of reach. XD still kept Dream held tight, and for his brothers own peace of mind, he sat both himself and Dream down in a tree.

“Hmm, I don’t think you want me to do that, George.” XD hummed in his pretend thought.

“I do!”

“No, I don’t think so.” XD assured him. “If I let go of Dream, he’ll melt right off this tree branch.”

Dream was practically a puddle in his lap. George gave a frustrated grumble from down below and XD held back his snort of laughter.

“Okay, George. Let’s try this again. All you have to do is say the word ‘nibbles’.”

He could see George’s cheeks flush a pink hue just from the mention. His hands wrung out his shirt and each other as he tried to work off his fluster.

Meanwhile Dream’s respond to the word was to panic. His limp body was jolted up, like an electricity shock running through him and XD clamped their arms around the struggling brother.

“No! Nohoho! Geohohohorge! Plehehehase!”

“What do you want me to do?!”

“Juhust sahahay ihihihit!”

XD grinned with the friends bickering. Excellent. Fight with one another.

“Yeah George.” DreamXD teased. “Just say it.”

“DreamXD! Thihis isn’t fair!!”

“Oh?” XD tilted their head. “Was that a giggle already, Georgie?”

“NO! No! That doesn’t count!”

“Geohohorge! Juhuhust sahahay ihihit!”

“I’m trying!!!”

XD gave a small chuckle, but with Dream’s panicking and George’s frustration, it went unnoticed. The more you wind each other up, the more flustered George will be~

“You better hurry up, George~” XD leaned his head just slightly closer to Dream, opening his mouth to show his fangs and their brother screamed.

“Okay!” George quickly called up. “Alright!”

XD stopped their “attack” only to quiet Dream down and hear George better. Dream’s giggles were a good distraction for George to use, stalling as much time as he could, but eventually the giggles died down, and George was left with silence.

“N…N-N… Ugh! Thihis is suhuch a stupid game!”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound like the word ‘nibble’, George.” DreamXD tutted. They inched just slightly closer to Dream and grinned at the squeals he received from both of them. George’s protection of Dream was endearingly cute.

“Okay! Okay!” George called up. His voice that came out next was a lot quiet, almost a mumble again. “N… Nibb……les.”

XD would have been impressed by the attempt if it didn’t deprive him of hearing George’s giggles. Instead of saying the word, the goggle wearing brunette broke it up into pieces, calming his flustery giggles before they could get out.

This wouldn’t do.

“Oh, very clever George. But I’m afraid that doesn’t count.”

“Wh-Whahat?!” George paled.

“Whahahat?!” Dream struggled again. “H-Hehehe sahaid ihihit!”

“No.” XD shook their head. “Technically he just said the word ‘nib’ and ‘ells’. It has to be the full word. Looks like Dream needs another round of encouragement.”

Dream’s struggling went from light to full on panic in seconds. He twisted in XD’s arm, trying to push at his head and pry the arms off him.

“Nohoho!” The blonde giggled. “Plehehehase! PLEHEHEHEASE! I-I dihihidn’t dohohoho anythihihing!”

“Neither did George.” XD shrugged, putting on an air of nonchalant when he was in fact delighted. “So…” His fingers drummed over Dream’s sides. “Where should we nibble now?”

Dream struggled like his life depended on it, but it really amounted to nothing when XD had a firm grip over his legs and wrapped around his torso. Dream was easily manoeuvred onto his side. His hands tried to claw away at XD’s arms but XD easily gathered up both his wrists in one of his hands, holding them far from his body to offer no protection.

“N-Nohohoho! Dohohohon’t!”

“Where can we go now?” DreamXD hummed in fake thought. “We could go back to your sides, but that’s boring. Hmm, but we can’t go to your tummy, you’re far too ticklish there.”

“NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Dream kicked up again, wiggling from side to side.

“No, we won’t go there. Hmmm… Oh! What about your ribs?” They felt Dream jump in his arms. “Oh? Is that a good spot?”

“NO! Nohohot a spot! Nohohohohot a gohohohohohod spohohohot!”

“I think it is~” XD put on a singsong voice. “Do you think it will be as bad as your tummy?”

“NOHOHO! Plehehehehease!”

Dream’s pleading worked up to a squeal when XD opened their mouth, displaying their wide array of  fangs and they inched closer to Dream’s ribs.

The touch of their fangs to Dream’s ribs was like a balloon popping. Dream’s back arched, mouth opening in a wide silent scream before he came crashing down, shrieking out his laughter.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEX DEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! N-NOHOHOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP!!!”

XD grinned against Dream’s ribs, nibbling up to his top ribs and slowly working his way back down. Dream screamed, wriggling and trying to angle his ribs away from XD’s mouth, but it was a useless struggle when XD could just pull him back in and the tickling started up again.

“Plehehehease! S-Stohohohohop! Geohohohohorge! HEHEHEHELP!!!”

“I’m TRYING!!!” George screamed from below. “What do you want me to do?!”

“DOHOHOHOHO SOHOHOHOHOMETHIHIHIHIHING!!!”

XD saw the the drop of tears gather at the corner of Dream’s squeezed shut eyes and they pulled back. The laughter died down to squeaky hiccups, giggling between each one as XD, mercifully, rubbed over their brother’s side.

“That’s nearly as bad as your tummy, Dreamie~” XD chuckled.

“Nohoho…” Dream giggled into XD’s lap.

“You’re just so weak to nibbles, Dream. Your laugh is so cute from them.” XD made an over exaggerated gasp. “Maybe that’s why George doesn’t want to say the word! He wants you to be nibbled and tickled.”

“Shut up!” George shouted to them. XD gave a look over the branch to see George was attempting to climb his way up the tree. “That’s not true!”

“I would like to remind you, George, that I have the power of flight so when you do in fact reach this branch, I will already be gone.” XD almost giggled at George’s frustrated growl.

“Just let him go!”

“Just say the word ‘nibble’ and I will.” XD looked back down to Dream in his arms. His green eyes were more aware, and cheeks weren’t as red anymore. “Oh! I think Dream’s ready for another set of nibbles.”

While Dream was struggling for his life, giggling out the word ‘nonono’ over and over again, XD couldn’t bring themselves to point out that the struggling was only proving their point. They laughed instead, bringing Dream up to their chest, sitting in their lap, and arms wrapped around his arms to hold him down.

“I wonder if your neck is sensitive to nibbles.” He cooed. “Surely it can’t be as bad as your ribs and tummy.”

“Geohohohorge!!! He-Hehehehelp!”

“Alright!” George grunted with frustration. “OKAY! Just…ugh!”

DreamXD kept their mouth close to Dream’s neck, but not touching it. They knew Dream could feel their breath, they watched his brother scrunch up his neck and shiver with each breath.

“N…” George attempted. His face turned a deep red again and XD could see his arms twitch, hands wanted to come up and cover his face. “N-N… Nibbles!”

XD blinked. The words completely surprised them that they weren’t sure they heard it right. But there was no mistaking. George said the word perfectly without giggling. It was a little fast, but it was still it.

“H-Hehe said it!” Dream gasped, sadly hearing it too.

“I did say it!” Even George sounded surprised by the accomplishment.

A deal was a deal. Despite the disappointed scowl, the God knew when they were beat. They uncurled their arms from Dream, still holding on but it was a lighter hold when they picked themselves up from the branch and slowly glided back down to the floor.

The instant Dream touched the ground and was let go, he crumbled, curling up onto the grass and panting heavily like he was holding in his breath.

“That…wahas…CRUEL!” The blonde spit out between his breaths.

“Oh you were fine.” XD waved him off, feeling a new set of restlessness through him when George went over to Dream’s side and rubbed his back. He was still feeling the ler mood.

“I was being tohortured!” Dream picked himself up somewhat, and set his eyes on George now. “You couldn’t say it any sooner!”

George huffed. “It’s not as easy as it sounds! I tried!”

“Tried?! All you had to do was say the word n-”

Dream suddenly stopped himself like the word caught in his throat. His lips clamped up and a light blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Oh?” XD interest suddenly peeked up again. A slow grin pulling at his lips. “Can Dream not say the word at all?”

“I can!” Dream defended himself, though his cheeks and ears were slowly turning red.

“Well then…” XD moved faster than the two boys eyes could keep up. They were suddenly by George’s side, wrapping their arms around him and lifting him up off the ground similar to how he picked up Dream before.

“H-HEY!” George screamed at the lift while Dream quickly stood up.

“Go ahead Dream.” XD prompted, his wide grin slowly opening to show his array of fangs. “Say the word.”

Dream’s face turned red in seconds as George uselessly struggled.

“I-I…” Dream stuttered, the words jumbling in his mouth. “Th-This is stupid!”

“Oh, not even an attempt.” XD faked his disappointed, but he couldn’t pull back his grin. “Oh well…”

XD pressed his fangs to George’s neck, nibbling along the skin and delighting in the squeal that the brunette gave. Dream made an attempt to save his friend, but XD was back out of reach, setting into his tree again as George giggled and struggled in his arms.

Maybe Dream would be more of a challenge to crack, and XD could work out this ler mood after all. They could only hope.

#dsmp tickle #ler!dreamxd #lee!dream #lee!george #covenofwords

[trashyswitch]

Patton's Sugar Addiction

Patton has become way too addicted to sugar, to the point that Thomas is becoming affected mentally. And Logan is not having that. So, he comes to Patton's room to try to talk some sense into him. But...there's only so much sense you can explain to an impulsive little child who becomes childish and teasy when he doesn't get his way.

For Garcello (Hi!), @kanene-yaaay and forgetful-dortio

This was a fun fanfic to make! And...It's based on a personal experience...Without the tickling though, and not nearly as much sugar. But I did pig out on hot and cold creamy chocolate. And I have no regrets. ;)

If there is one thing Logan has always been good at, it’s identifying other people’s quirks and habits. And one quirk Logan knew all too well was Patton’s obsession with sugar.

From the time Patton was little, to when Patton started baking his own goods, Patton had grown increasingly more obsessed with sugar. At first, it start off as a little treat once a week. Then it grew to everyday desserts, to multiple sweet things a day. Soon, Logan had lost track of how much sugar Patton took in on a daily basis.

Logan didn’t fully know how much sugar he took in. But what he did know was that it was most likely too much. Even a tablespoon of sugar was too much for the human body. And Patton had already overtaken that obstacle long ago.

Now, Logan wouldn’t be looking at this issue as a problem if it weren’t for the effect Patton was having on Thomas...

One night, Logan had gotten up to go to the bathroom. As he walked to the bathroom, he noticed that Patton’s light was still on. It was currently 11:25, which wasn’t terrible...It was questionable at best. Logan walked to the door and placed his ear against it. It sounded like mumbled giggling and movie watching. Logan was gonna leave him alone when he realized something:

Mumbled giggling...Mumbled? Is Patton eating something?

Logan decided to do something he rarely does: Barge into his room. Logan walked into his room, took one look at Patton and shrieked!

Patton was eating a FULL TUB of cookies & cream ice cream, covered in caramel and chocolate sauce, mounted with whipped cream! It was a mountain of PURE SUGAR!

Surrounding the moral side was a big mug of hot chocolate, and 3 half-eaten chocolate bars.

“AAAH-” Patton coughed on his ice cream as bits of the liquid cream went down the wrong pipe. “Logan! Oh my goodness you scared me!”

Logan was staring at him, making the sugar calculations in his head. P-Patton-”

“Sorry Kiddo, I don’t think I heard you knock!” Patton put his tub down. “What’s going on? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Logan looked at the sugar pile. “Are...you feeling okay?” Logan asked.

Patton nodded. “Yeah, why?”

Logan pointed to all his chocolate. Patton turned around and looked at the chocolate. “Oh! Right.” Patton pushed all the chocolate bars and the tub into a desk drawer. “That’s nothing. Just felt like pigging out tonight.”

Logan walked into the room more and closed the door. “Your version of pigging out...is much worse than most people’s pigging out.” Logan told him.

Patton looked down guiltily. “I know that Lo…” Patton held his hands. “I’ve been...getting more sad and annoyed when I run out of the food that makes me happy. So I started buying large amounts of it to...help me get satisfied and full.” Patton explained.

“Patton...Do you realize how much sugar you’re taking in?” Logan asked.

Patton looked at the drawer with his half-eaten tub of ice cream and chocolate bars. “I...I lost count.”

Logan shook his head and walked closer. “I’m doing a sugar bust.” Logan declared as he opened the drawer.

“No NONONO WAIT-” Patton yelled, slamming the drawer shut. “No!”

Logan frowned. “Patton...let go of the drawer.” Logan ordered.

“No way!” Patton yelled back.

“Why?” the nerd asked.

“Because you’ll take it away from me!” Patton reacted.

“Yeah, because I’m worried about you.” Logan told him.

Patton sat his chair against the drawer to block it off. “If you love me, you’ll let me have this!” Patton told him.

“If I love you, I’d be doing this for the good of your health.” Logan said back.

“I’m a side! I can eat whatever I want without needing to watch my diet!” Patton argued.

“You are not stable like this!” Logan shot back.

“AND YOU ARE??” Patton yelled. “Mr. I feel no feelings?!”

Logan was taken aback. Did...Did he just insult him? Patton was NOT being himself at all.

“Organization makes you feel happy. And chocolate makes me feel happy! I never went around destroying your binders or paperwork!” Patton continued.

“You’re being ridiculous. I will not tolerate this unacceptable behaviour from you, Patton.” Logan said sternly.

Patton growled and tackled Logan right down to the ground. Logan yelped in fear as his back flopped against the ground. “PATTON LET GO OF ME!”

“You’re doing something that’s uncalled for! So now I’m gonna do something that’s uncalled for.” Patton declared before he started digging into Logan’s ribs.

Logan gasped and clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from givng Patton a chance to win. But oh boy...Patton was really going for an instinctive spot he could only control so much! And yes, Patton’s move was quite uncalled for. But it was also quite clever for Patton. Patton (unfortunately) knew exactly how to break any side. Even Logan.

Logan shook his head. “P-PAT THISISRIDICULOUS!” Logan shot at him through his clenched teeth.

“So is apprehending my stash of goodies!” Patton replied. “Now don’t make me go for the spot…”

Logan widened his eyes to the size of donuts. “You-youwouldn’t!” Logan reacted. He really wouldn’t, right?

“Ohohoho, I would. And I just might!” Patton declared.

Logan covered his armpits almost immediately to prevent Patton from getting to them. But Patton knew he would do this, and went for his neck instead.

“eEEEEHEHEK! Pahahat nohohoho!” Logan giggled.

“But Pat YES!” Patton leaned into Logan’s ab muscles, and blew a big raspberry: “PBBBbBbBFFBTBFT”

Logan finally couldn’t take it anymore. That raspberry threw Logan into enough of a frenzy to finally start laughing. “AAAAHAHAHAHAhehehehehe!”

Patton smirked to himself as he listened to the nerd’s laughter. It worked! Now to keep it going! Patton started skittering and scratching on Logan’s upper ribs and lifted up Logan’s arm. “I’m gonna getcha!” Patton teased.

“NOHOHO THIHIS IS UHUHUNCAHALLED FOHOHOR!” Logan yelled.

Patton only laughed evilly as he skittered his fingers slowly into Logan’s exposed hollow armpit.

Logan squeaked and fell into a fit of squeaky giggles. “Pahahahahat! Plehehehehehehease! Yohohou’re beheheing meeehehehehean!” Logan told him through the cute giggles he was letting out.

“Me? Mean?! Who was the one trying to steal from my precious stash a few minutes ago? Cause it certainly wasn’t me.” Patton reacted as he sped up the tickling to rapid speed.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOUR HEHEHEALTH PAHAHAHAT!” Logan yelled through his newfound laughter.

“Yeah, what about it?” Patton asked.

“IHIHI DOHOHON’T WAHAHANT YOHOHOU TOHOHO DIHIHIE!” Logan yelled.

Patton sighed. “Again...we’re sides. We don’t die.” Patton muttered out loud.

Logan was laughing up a storm with squeaks and giggles mixed in. This was so unfair! Why was Patton tickling him over his own sugar addiction? “BUHUHUHUT THOHOHOMAHAHAHAS!” Logan yelled.

“What about Thomas?” Patton asked, stopping his fingers.

Logan went limp, save for his one index finger that was raising up. “Thom-Thomas…*huff* ihis...behecomihihing...*huff*...un...unhealthy…*huff*...” Logan explained.

“Because of me?!” Patton reacted, placing his hand on his own chest. “How could that be?” Patton asked.

Logan’s hand flopped onto the carpet he was laying on. “Ihit’s...because…” Logan let out a big breath of air. “You’re increasing Thomas’s...craving for sweets.” Logan told him.

Patton tilted his head. “Am I?”

“Yes, a lot.” Logan explained. “Thomas has been ignoring my suggestions of something healthy due to ‘his cravings’. But...I can see why these cravings are coming up so often now.” Logan continued. “It’s you and your sugar addiction.”

“I wouldn’t call it an addiction...It’s more of a...taste preference.” Patton explained.

“A taste preference that you’re choosing so often that Thomas can’t keep himself together without a cookie or 20 to help him along the way.” Logan added.

Patton widened his eyes and covered his mouth. “Oh heavens…” Patton sat himself down and hummed as he looked at his butt. Patton stood back up and grabbed the item from his pocket.

Oh good lord it was another chocolate bar.

Logan noticed the almost cat-like look Patton developed when he saw the chocolate bar in his hand. “Paaaat...Paaat no!” Logan ordered.

Patton took one look at Logan and slowly ripped the top of the wrapper off the bar.

“Patton! I swear! You’ve had enough!” Logan reacted.

Patton slowly split the wrapper in half, and slowly separated the wrapper from the chocolate bar. “No I haven’t.”

Logan finally sprinted up to Patton. “GIVE IT HERE-” Logan skidded to a halt and rubbed his nose. “Did...Did you just shove the whole thing into your mouth?”

Patton stared at him and looked around with his cheeks more puffed out than a chipmunks cheeks of nuts. “Mm mm.” Patton hummed, shaking his head even though it was completely obvious that Patton had shoved the chocolate bar into his mouth.

Logan crossed his arms. “This is getting too far. Even for you.” Logan reacted. “This is more dangerous than Maleficent...Than- freaking SATAN! You’re being more dangerous than the devil right now!” Logan reacted, referring to his ‘and when I feel dangerous...eat a second cookie’ quote.

Patton narrowed his eyes and even hummed an offended sound. “How THARE-” Patton coughed a bit and started chewing. Half the chocolate bar was probably melted in his mouth by now thanks to the natural heat his mouth created.

Logan sighed and just let him chew. “Patton...I’m not gonna take the chocolate. But...I am going to try and help you control your urges to eat so much of it.” Logan told him.

Patton looked at him with a ‘you’d do that for me?’ kinda face and started to swallow.

“Just give me a chance to come up with a couple things. And...I may even start buying you your chocolates. Just...maybe have some variety.” Logan suggested.

Patton nodded as he chewed and swallowed.

“For example: nuts or berries. That way you’re getting some sort of valuable nutrients out of your snacks.” Logan decided.

Patton nodded as he swallowed his last bite with a sigh of content and a lick of the lips. “Mmmmm…”

Logan couldn’t help but snicker at this.

Patton turned to him. “What?” He asked with a smile.

“Nothing.” he put his hands up, with a small smile.

“Nothing? Nothing you say? After all of that?” Patton asked with an evil smirk on his face.

Logan’s small smile dropped into a look of pure nervousness. If he so much as said one thing, he was gonna die.

“Ooooooh...Thought staying silent would help you out huh?” Patton teased, sneaking closer. “I wonder...Which armpit would tickle more?”

Logan squeaked and covered his mouth as Patton moved closer and closer to Logan’s body. But then, things became even more flustering for Logan when Patton lifted up his arm again. “NO! NO NO NO NO PATTON!” Logan yelled. “STAAAAAAAA-”

Patton sighed and covered Logan’s mouth. “Get ahold of yourself.” Patton told him softly.

Logan stared at Patton.

Then Patton smirked and said a word:

“lee.”

Logan growled and covered his face.

Patton giggled and blew a raspberry into Logan’s ribs.

“AAEEHEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan screamed, laughing into the side of his own arm.

Patton tickled up and down the ribs, specifically focusing on the upper ribs and armpits the most because...That was Pat’s favorite spot to tickle on Logan! Logan was a mixture of laughter and giggles with squeaks thrown in as well. “Awwwwww! You’re so cute when you’re being tickled!” Patton reacted. “Wanna know what my favorite raspberry spot is?” Patton asked.

Logan shook his head. “NOHOHOHO! NOHO RAHAHASPBEHEHERRIES!”

“Well too bad, I’m gonna tell you anyway:” Patton leaned in and blew a raspberry on his belly. “Right on the tum tum!”

Logan wheezed and snorted at least 3 times in a row as his laughter started back up again. His laughter was so solid, strong, and yet quite soft to listen to! It was a beautiful little combination, if Patty did say so himself.

Patton soon gave Logan a break to allow the man to breathe for a while. Logan went limp on the ground for a bit, and lifted his head up. “Hey Pat?”

Patton smiled at him as he ate another spoonful of melting ice cream. “Yes?”

Logan wheezed as he saw Patton eating the ice cream yet again. “If you label the ice cream and put it into the freezer…” Logan looked down in slight embarrassment. “I’ll...let you tickle me more.”

Patton couldn’t refuse such a delicious deal such as this!

Patton was gone and back in 5 minutes or less, and was back and ready to tickle even more of Logan with his slightly cold hands. “I hope you’re ready for the tickling of a lifetime, young man!” Patton teased.

Logan gave him a wobbly smile. He hoped he was ready for it too...

#mentions of thomas sanders #sugar addiction #worried logan #protective patton #ticklefic #ler!patton #lee!logan #Patton is a little shit #fluff and humor

[happyandticklish]

Laughter Warms The Soul

Notes: I wrote this in an hour, what the fuck brain, where did these random ideas come from?? 

Summary: Whilst searching for amusement in the city, Izaya stumbles across the dynamic duo and finds himself witness to a sight he’d thought he’d never see. 

Izaya’s grin was wide with the expectation of entertainment as he weaved in-between the busy streets of Ikebukuro. He could tell it was going to be a good day. It was difficult to explain exactly where this premonition came from, only that he was certain of it.

Possibly it had something to do with Namie’s mysterious absence that morning, unexplained and prompt and full of a mystery to be explored later. Possibly it had to do with the sun, sparkling and bright despite the chilly autumn morning. Possibly it had something to do with the sudden sight of Shizuo, far down the street opposite Izaya. No matter what the reason, Izaya decided to take the good mood and roll with it, his legs already moving him across the street to confront the other.

He paused almost as suddenly as he had started, taking a step back onto the pavement as he noticed Tom by his side. The man had his arms wrapped around himself, shivering despite his coat. He was saying something to the other, and Izaya attempted to maneuver his way closer without giving away his position. He couldn’t say why he took the effort for the stealth; after all, it had originally been his mission to torment the beast in some way. It wasn’t often, however, that he got to see Shizuo from a casual stance, and he was curious what the man was like when he wasn’t raging at the info broker.

“…fucking cold,” Tom was saying, his voice twisting in irritation. “Why can’t it have just stayed summer through the rest of the year too?”

Besides him, Shizuo arched a brow in amused surprise. “I don’t think either of us would want to face the effects that would have on the world, what with global warming on the rise and all that.”

“Fuck global warming,” Tom muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “And fuck cold ass mornings like this that we have to wake up for because some idiot decided he didn’t want to pay his dues.”

“Careful Tom,” Shizuo warned lightly. “I’m supposed to be the one with anger issues, remember?”

“Yes, of course I remember,” Tom snapped, seemingly not aware of the fact that he was taunting a lion. “How could I forget when it makes my workload ten times more difficult every time some hopeless bastard pisses you off.”

Hiding behind a group of tourists, Izaya winced in second-hand regret. Bad move, Tom. Didn’t he know who he was dealing with? Izaya had experienced entire vending machines thrown at him for far less than the direct insult. Sure enough, Shizuo turned to face the other, his arms already coming up to ready an attack. Izaya closed his eyes, biding Tom farewell in his mind as he did.

To his surprise, the next noise he heard was not that of pain or fear, but rather laughter, choked off giggles that cut through the morning breeze. Izaya frowned, eyes snapping open once more as he shot a quick glance in their direction.

Shizuo had snuck his hands under Tom’s coat, and was wiggling his fingers along his sides with devilish intent. Tom was half-doubled over, shoving weakly at Shizuo’s arms but doing little in the long run to dissuade him. Shizuo had a slight smirk on his face, the expression somehow both smug and affectionate at the same time.

Izaya’s eyes widened.

“S-Shihizuo!” Tom gasped, his lips tugging up into a reluctant grin. “Wahahait! T-Thihis ihisn’t fahahair!”

“It’s perfectly fair,” Shizuo argued pleasantly. “If you have a problem with the way I do things, there are other ways of telling me than snide remarks. This is simply your punishment—both for the insult and for the way you’ve been complaining all morning.”

Tom desperately shoved at his hands, trembling in one spot as he fought to hold himself upright. They had both stopped walking by now, and people merely curved around them, seemingly ignorant to the truth of the situation. Tom’s cheeks puffed out with held-in laughter, flushing a bright pink with the effort.

“You know, it’s strange,” Shizuo commented, his fingers crawling spiderlike onto his ribs. Tom squeaked, lurching forward, but the other’s hands held him back in a ticklish hug. “I’d almost forgotten how sensitive you were; it’s been a while since I last did this. I think we should make it more of a habit, don’t you?”

“Y-Yohohou’re dehehead!” Tom giggled, his internal battle to hold in his reactions ultimately failing. “S-Sohoho dehehehead!”

“Funny, because the way I see it, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Stahahahap!” Tom wheezed, squirming as much as he could in his grip. “Gohohoddammit, ihihit fuhuhuhucking tihihihickles!”

“Does it?” Shizuo grinned. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ohohoho fuhuhuhuck yohohou!”

Izaya was frozen. People shoved past him, but he could hardly find it in himself to care as shoulders and elbows jostled into him, his gaze focused so intently on the scene in front of him. Tickling. The monster of Ikebukuro, the brute who had tormented him for all these years, was currently tickling Tom Tanaka of all people, in the public view of anyone who happened to pass by. And Tom wasn’t running away, or shoving him off like most might expect. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying himself, his laughter mingling with the amused chuckles of Shizuo.

But what threw Izaya the most, above anything else, was the gentle way in which Shizuo did it. His posture was relaxed, not tense with annoyance or rage. His fingers climbed a gentle path up and down Tom’s sides, drawing only musical giggles from the other’s lips, instead of noises of panic or discomfort. Izaya waited for his ribcage to be crushed beneath Shizuo’s grip, for angered shouts to fall from his lips. Despite this, only that slight smile remained, and those devastatingly nimble fingers wreaking a path of soft destruction along his torso instead of the usual bloodshed.

So lost was he in his thoughts, that he found himself jumping at the sudden shriek. Shizuo had managed to worm his hands under Tom’s arms, and the man dropped, his knees giving out underneath him. Shizuo merely followed him to the ground, eagerly pursuing the apparent hot spot.

“Shihihihihizuo!” Tom cackled, squeezing his eyes shut as his arms clamped down quickly to his sides. “Plehehehehease!”

“I don’t know,” Shizuo mused, feigning hesitation. “I mean, how can I know for sure if you’ve learned your lesson?”

“Ihihihihihi hahahahave, Ihihihi hahahahahahave!” Tom insisted quickly, curling his knees up to his chest. “Juhuhuhuhust stahahahahahap!”

Shizuo sighed, relenting at last and releasing the other. “Alright. But only because we’re going to be late if we stay here any longer.”

Tom giggled in tired relief, burying his face in his hands. “You suck. You suck so much.”

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, let’s get you up off the ground.”

Shizuo helped the other man to his feet, and Tom dusted the grime off his pants with a disdainful look. “That was entirely unnecessary, you know.”

“Your cheeks.”

“What?”

“They’re all red.” When Tom continued to stare at him in confusion, he clarified, “You were complaining about being cold. I bet that warmed you up.”

Tom started as he realized the other was right; all the laughing and squirming had sent blood rushing quickly to his limbs, heating up the chill that had seeped in. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance at the other’s accuracy, shoving past him with a huff. “Whatever. You’re such a nuisance sometimes, you know that?”

Shizuo laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets and following after him.

Izaya waited until they were gone to move from his position, his pulse racing. What was that? What the hell was that? And why was it making him feel so… Izaya wasn’t even sure what the specific emotion was. Irritation? Panic? Loneliness? Possibly the strangest one of them all was the vicious jealousy, tugging at his heart and making it clench up uncomfortably. Because maybe a part of him, however small, had wished that he could have been the one under Shizuo’s hands. Maybe he too wanted to be able to laugh like that, free and unworried, and have the brute look down at him with that unfairly kind smile of his.

Shoving the thoughts aside quickly, Izaya turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction, attempting to ignore the persistent flush to his cheeks.

After all, he could always find entertainment elsewhere.

#tickle fic #durarara #shizaya #tom tanaka #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #tickling #fanfic #fanfiction #durarara!! #drabble

[franklyshipping]

Defining Androids (Sequel to “The Self-Proclaimed Unflusterables (Part 4) - Defining Humanity”) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOOO IT’S SEQUEL TIME BABYYYY FROM A WONDERFUL ANON WHO HAS PROMPTED IT, LETS GET SOME ROMANCE ON WOOOOHOOOO LET’S DO IT!

TAGGING: @goog-ler-iplier @bingylee and @bingy-switch

Google Blue huffed. He enjoyed working with technology, for there was always more to learn and adapt to and develop and create, but sometimes it could also be so mundane and tedious. Like the security cameras inside the Ego Manor for instance. No matter how many upgrades Blue would make to them, they would still always be in the habit of breaking down, and on this occasion the fix was requiring so much more effort. Blue was having to go into the wire-strewn mainframe that controlled everything in the manor so that he could isolate the specific electrical fault and fix it, meaning he was lying on his back, on the floor under a desk, arms and head deep in wiring as he tried to find the cause of the irritating issue. Such a task is made even more irritating when you have someone hovering near you being an annoyance rather than helpful.

‘Have you found the fault yet?’

‘No. Just like when I answered you 72 seconds ago Bing.’

Blue replied curtly, gritting his teeth as he tried to refocus on the nest of wires he was investigating….of course though, Bing was still incredibly interested in what Blue was doing. He was sat beside Blue’s legs and was trying to peer in, his burnt orange eyes looking curiously as he spoke again.

‘D’ya reckon it’s just one wire that’s gone funky?’

Blue sighed. A long, long sigh.

‘I don’t know. I don’t know what the problem is yet, because I have not found it. Once I find it, I assure you that you will be the first person to know.’

For the next twenty minutes or so, Blue kept on searching for the problem at hand. And despite all of Bing’s constant questions and aimless distracting conversation, eventually Blue managed to find it. It was annoyingly simple too, just a wire that had somehow unplugged itself. It took Blue a second to plug it in before running some remote diagnostics to see that all was well, and he sighed gratefully when he saw that the problem was fixed. He cleared his throat and called out.

‘Bing please make sure you are a little way away so that I can get myself out.’

‘No probs dude, you got plenty room!’

Bing replied as he shuffled back on his butt, and Blue grunted as he started to wriggle out, and soon his torso was completely out from under the desk….but then….Blue was forced to stop. Bing furrowed his eyes brows as he heard Google curse and mutter under his breath.

‘Uh, you good man?’

Blue had his teeth gritted in annoyance, because good is not how he would describe his current situation. His forearms and biceps were stuck above his head, entangled in thick wiring that was keeping the android trapped under the desk as a result. His arms and head were still beneath the desk, and Blue huffed as he replied.

‘I’m perfectly fine, just a bit tangled, I’ll be just fine.’

He tried wiggling and carefully bending his elbows, but as minute after minute passed the tangled wiring just did not want to co-operate and untangle itself! Meanwhile Bing was lying on his stomach and trying to look under the desk, cocking his head as he asked.

‘Dude you’re lookin’ real stuck under there-oh!’

Bing jumped to his feet suddenly, smiling and exclaiming with what was a completely spontaneous idea.

‘I’ll get Wilford to help! Remember that time when he just magicked himself outta ropes with the detective? He’ll know how to get ya out!’

‘Wait-Bing no wait!’

‘I’ll be back as soon as I can!’

‘BING!’

Blue called out, but he heard Bing’s footsteps hurry from the room, and immediately Blue felt embarrassed warmth coming to his face. Of all people. Of ALL people why did Bing have to go with Wilford?! Why not the Host with his reality bending narrations, that would have been far more logical! Blue knew Wilford was good at escapism….but the thought of Wilford seeing him trapped and vulnerable was so embarrassing, particularly given how Blue felt about Wilford. Okay….now Blue was actually glad that his face was hidden right now, especially when he then heard two sets of footsteps enter the room.

‘My, my, what do were have here?’

Blue felt himself smile unwittingly at the sound of Wilford’s warbling voice, and the android cleared his throat as he replied.

‘Good afternoon Wilford, I assume Bing has ah….briefed you on the situation?’

Wilford softly chuckled. The moustached man paced over, his eyes flicking over the armless, headless body laid out on the floor. Wilford nibbled his lip lightly, since he thought Blue looked rather adorable all trapped like this.

‘He has indeedy, but fear not! I’m not going to let my favourite android stay stuck, no offense Bingy.’

Wilford added, which made Bing snort and reply with a grin.

‘Noho probs man, Bluey really likes your company too.’

Blue’s eyes widened. As soon as he was out of here, he was definitely going to kill Bing. Wilford gasped brightly at Bing’s words, and put his hand to his chest as he exclaimed.

‘Oh really? Oh Blue you’re too sweet!’

Blue felt more warmth come to his cheeks, and he cleared his throat embarrassedly.

‘Yes, well, ahem…..if you wouldn’t mind Wilford, I don’t quite enjoy being stuck like this-‘

‘Oh! Yes of course, my apologies, I’ll sort ya out!’

Wilford exclaimed, clapping his hands together as he got on the floor next to Blue’s body. Bing smiled at the scene. Seeing Wilford smiling and looking at Blue so affectionately, and so Bing decided now was the time to leave the pair of them to themselves.

‘Right ah, I’ll go make some double checks on all the cameras, see you guys later.’

With that, Bing left, and Blue was left tense. Especially when he felt Wilford softly pat his stomach, which he was unable to even see a sliver of.

‘So uh, have ya wiggled as much as ya can wiggle under there?’

Blue flinched and cleared his throat, shivering at the feeling of Wilford touching him. Not just because it was Wilford, but also because….well….he was a particularly sensitive android.

‘A-Aha….yes I d-do think so….’

Wilford furrowed his brows at the sound of Blue’s stammers, flicking his eyes down to where he had his hand resting on Blue’s torso. Blue’s vulnerable, and rather…..attractively enticing torso. Wilford’s lips spread into a smile, and his trailed his fingertips over Blue’s stomach as he teased playfully.

‘Oh well now…..I think you might be able to wriggle just a little bit more….’

Blue’s eyes widened, and he started squirming and spluttering as he realised what Wilford was going to do. His face was the brightest turquoise imaginable.

‘N-Now Wilford th-thihis is completely u-uhunecessary! J-Just h-help mehe!’

‘But I am helping you! Nothing like a good tickle to help loosen everything up!’

Blue was squirming and giggling breathily, and then ended up gulping as he felt Wilford’s fingertips absently trail down to his hips. The threat near one of his tickle spots made him jolt and exclaim out of instinct.

‘W-Wihilford plehease!’

Wilford was grinning, he just found Blue so damn endearing and adorable right now, and at seeing Blue’s jolt, he decided he’d built the anticipation enough.

‘Please what? Please hurry and get me un-stuck? But of course!’

Blue then let out a rather un-Blue squeal as Wilford started scratching at both his hips, making him descend into giggles and buck haphazardly as he replied frantically.

‘N-Nohohoho W-Wihihilfohord Wihihilford nohohot thihihis!’

‘Trust me, this is tried and tested methodology! You’ll get free….eventually.’

Wilford chortled as he pinched Blue’s hips, making the android squeeze his eyes shut with embarrassment. His sensors were frantic. His programmed defensive instincts were just yelling at him to yank his arms free, and yet the rest of him was going wild with joy at the fact that he was being tickled and teased by the man he had romantic feelings for! That part of his system was having too much fun to fight back, meaning Blue was going absolutely haywire with….well, everything.

‘Thihihihis ihihis cruhuhuel!’

Wilford chuckled, still pinching the android’s hipbones as he replied.

‘Jeheez Bluey, and people say I’m dramatic!’

Blue snorted through his giggles, and ended up retorting with an attitude that he was perhaps going to regret. You couldn’t blame him though, the poor guy couldn’t form a coherent thought right now.

‘Ahahahall yohou knohow ihihis drahamatism!’

Though it was a retort, in Blue’s view this was a secret compliment. One of the things he loved about Wilford was how intensely his felt and expressed things. Wilford was the most emotional human that Blue had ever known, and he loved it. Of course, Wilford felt it was a compliment too, since he always loved being the most dramatic and open person he could possibly be. However, he was also looking for any excuse to tickle his-….ahem, the sensitive android beneath him even more….and this was the perfect excuse.

‘Now that isn’t a very nice thing to say to someone giving ya a helping hand! Two in fact!’

Wilford exclaimed in mock offense, before suddenly starting to squeeze Blue’s fleshy sides. The android squawked and jerked about as he burst into deep, rumbly laughter. And since he couldn’t bring himself to actually fight Wilford off, all he could do was retort as best he could.

‘AHAHA Y-YOHOHOUR HAHANDS AHARE H-H-HIHINDRANCES!’

Wilford raised an eyebrow as he replied with a grin.

‘Hindrances huh? And to think I thought you’d appreciate my help!’

Wilford continued squeezing Blue’s sides, keeping him encased in laughter as his arms weakly twisted this way and that. His love of the tickling made his struggles weak, but also Blue had the background thought of not wanting to accidentally cause a manor-wide power-cut by yanking out a million wires.

‘TIHIHICKLIHING IHISNT HEHEHELPIHING!’

Blue exclaimed, still determined to maintain the façade of his displeasure at the situation. However, people should really give more credit to Wilford….because he could be incredibly observant. Wilford hummed in thought, before he started to smile. He’d always wanted to tease Blue. He was so intrigued by the android, and in fact….Wilford had to admit that he was rather attracted to him, so to be this close and playful with him was something Wilford absolutely adored. And even better…not only did Wilford intend to tease him….but he intended to tease him with the adorable truth that he had just now realised.

‘Hmm, maybe it’s not helping because you don’t want it to….maybe you like being trapped like this….’

Wilford relented on Blue’s sides as he trailed off, his fingertips now moving to scarcely tap at Blue’s ribs. As Wilford’s words swirled in his hard drive mind, Blue froze, and started stuttering in flustered incredulity.

‘I-I-Ihi….th-….th-thahat’s p-p-prepohosterous…..’

‘Oh is it now? See, now I think about it….you’re one of the strongest people I know, frankly I’d bet you’re the strongest. You could get outta this yourself easily. And though it’d give ya more wirin’ to fix later….if ya really wanted to get outta here, you could rip your arms free without breakin’ a sweat.’

Blue was a mess of shivers from Wilford’s truthful teasing, and the fact that Wilford had managed to deduce this all from Blue only flustered him even more. Wilford in general made Blue flustered, but his intelligence and cleverness made those feelings really peak inside the android. Blue knew he couldn’t convince Wilford otherwise, he was at a flustered, vulnerable loss. All he could do, as Wilford’s teasing fingertips curled against his ribs, was meekly fib. And it was the most endearing thing Wilford had ever heard in his life.

‘I-I d-dohon’t know whahat you’re tahalking about….’

Wilford was so ecstatic! Blue was actually enjoying this, but he was too embarrassed to admit it! Wilford chuckled, and his brown eyes gleamed with affection at Blue’s ticklish flinching as he kept curling and uncurling his fingers playfully.

‘You’re really not gonna admit it huh? Ya sure you wanna go down this road?’

Blue gulped….but ultimately, yes, he absolutely wanted to go down this road.

‘….thehere is….nothing toho admit….’

Blue gasped out, which made Wilford smirk, and purr with complete glee.

‘Oh we’ll see about that.’

Thus without any more warning than that, Wilford scratched and vibrated his fingers against Blue’s ribs, making Blue shriek and burst into howls of wide-eyed laughter.

‘AHHHHH!! NAHAHAHA WIHIHILFAHAHAHA!!’

‘Coochie coochie cooo! Who’s a cute tickle-lovin’ android? I think it’s yooou Bluey-boo!’

Blues eyes were getting watery as he trembled and thrashed, Wilford’s taunting really getting to him now. His tangled, restrained arms were twitching and shaking, his instinct to fight back getting stronger now by the second.

‘NAHAHAHAHA SHUHUHUHAHAHAAAASSHH!!’

Blue’s howls of laughter were mixed in with flustered whines, which made Wilford snicker affectionately, loving how Blue was such a mirthful mess.

‘Ya ready to come out from under there yet, or d’ya want some more?’

Blue squealed as Wilford’s fingers then drilled into his upper-most ribs, and this was what ended up breaking the android.

‘NAHAHAAAAAA!!!’

Amidst Blue’s shriek, Wilford’s eyes widened as he also heard crackling and popping sounds coming from underneath the desk….and then all of a sudden, everything just went black. Then, before Wilford could even fathom what had happened, he found himself being pinned to the ground of all things! His arms were pinned above his head, but as he looked up to see a panting Blue, whose azure eyes were now the only light source in the room, Wilford understood. The moustached man grinned playfully, purring teasingly.

‘So…..upper ribs are a good spot huh?’

‘Shuhut…up….’

Wilford giggled as Blue continued to pant, but he felt a warm jitter in his chest when he squinted and managed to see the smile on the android’s face. He raised a playful eyebrow up at him.

‘How many wires d’ya reckon ya yanked out there?’

Blue pursed his lips embarrassedly, and muttered.

‘Ihi do not know, I wasn’t paying attention.’

‘I noticed, enjoying yourself that much huh?’

Blue felt like his face was going to combust, and averted his gaze as he muttered bashfully.

‘Shush….’

Wilford grinned affectionately, before cocking his head up at the android as his curiosity reared its head now.

‘Though, what I don’t get is how ya managed to fight back those fighty instincts of yours for so long. I mean, I love being tickled as much as the next ego, but I couldn’t have lasted that long! Was it because ya didn’t wanna cause a power cut? Is it a special android thing?’

At Wilford’s questions, Blue nibbled his lip. He looked down at Wilford, seeing his interest and how much he….cared….and Blue was struck by a desire. A desire to tell the truth. So, in the softest voice imaginable….he did just that.

‘…it was you….’

Wilford froze, gazing up at Blue with wonder, and bashfulness as he started to realise things. Wilford felt his heart beating faster when Blue locked eyes with him and whispered.

‘I-….I-I only liked it that much….because it was you doing it….’

Wilford’s heart was truly pounding, and he started to smile. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. In a whisper of his own, he replied, because he wanted to be sure.

‘Why…..Blue, tell me why….’

Blue felt like he was about to light up with sparks at how nervous and jittery he was…but he didn’t want to hide any of this anymore.

‘Because….I like you Wilford. I like you in a different way than I like other humans….people-….anyone, in fact.’

Wilford had never grinned so fast in his life.

‘Well, I like you….more than I like other humans too.’

Blue smiled bashfully at that, and then felt an instinct rise in his system, so he simply followed it. He kissed Wilford….and Wilford kissed back. Blue released Wilford’s arms as they kissed each other, and amidst it they ended up sitting up and wrapping their arms around each other. When they finally parted they were both softly panting, before Wilford cleared his throat and looked around a tad.

‘The uh….the power-‘

‘My brothers are more than capable of fixing everything.’

Wilford grinned at Blue’s oh so prompt reply, and chuckled playfully.

‘Well, in that case….’

Blue spluttered and laughed when Wilford suddenly stood up and picked him up in a bridal style hold, but instead of Blue feeling humiliated, he felt undeniable happiness. It came about in a rather unusual manner, certainly, but it came about anyway, which is the most important thing. And sometimes, all you need is a friend around who’ll act more oblivious than he actually and maybe unplug a camera wire to set a scene. Perhaps….behind every great couple, there’s a mischievous, loving friend.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS SEQUEL LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

#markiplier #markiplier egos #sfw #platonic #romantic #prompt #wilford #wilford warfstache #google #google blue #googleplier #bingiplier #bing #ego fic #ego fanfic #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #luv these bois

[squashedbananatk]

Here comes the Spider!

Peter being the kind kid he is, decides to help Tony out. However, some complications come up...

IronDad and Spiderson couse I love them!

I am sorry about not added read more! I use the app on my phone and I can’t figure out how the hell it works!

Also sorry if there are any grammer or spelling issues...

Enjoy!

It was a cold Autumn Saturday afternoon and Peter was in Mr Stark’s lab typing away on his laptop. Stark was working on some kind of large machine that looked some what similar to a car.

Peter was hard at work on science essay he was writing when he heard a loud thud.

“Ow!! Damnit!” Peter heard his mentor groan. He looked up from his laptop to see Tony standing up rubbing his head.

“Uh, you ok Mr Stark?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, yeah just hit my head...” Tony replied still rubbing his head. Peter chuckled.

“Whats so funny kid?” Tony asks crossing his arms.

“N-Nothing! H-Hey! what are you working on?” Peter quickly changed the subject.

“A new vehicle for the avengers when we’re in battle. Mostly for transportation of weapons though...” Tony began.

“Oh cool!” Peter said closing his laptop walking over to machine.

“Is it finished?” Peter asked.

“Not quite, I need to apply this small engine to the bottom of it, but I can’t fit under. That’s how I bumped my head.” Tony replied showing the teen the parts.

“Oh, well, I’m smaller, you want me to try?” Peter offered. Tony’s eyes lit up.

“That would be great! How did I not think of that?” Tony asked himself handing Peter the engine.

“You get under there and I’ll pass you the tools.” Tony told him. Peter nodded and laid down on his back a shimmied his way under and into the small opening under the machine. It was a pretty tight squeeze even for Peter but he managed to get far enough to reach. Tony looked over to see nothing but Peter’s legs sticking out from underneath.

Peter heard Tony chuckle.

“W-What?” Peter’s voice was slightly muffled.

“Nothing, you just look funny, alright use this wrench and make sure the engine ja secure.” Tony instructed.

“Aaaand, Got it!.” Peter said.

“Nice job kid! Thanks for the help.” Tony said as he fiddled with his tool box.

Peter began to shimmy out.

“No problem-

Uh.... Mr Stark... Tony heard Peter.

“What?” Tony asked turning around to see Peter sticking out from underneath the machine from his chest down. His arms were stuck under the machine along with his head and shoulders. His shirt ridden up to the edge from trying to get out.

“M-Mr Stark, I th-think I’m stuck...” Peter said slightly embarrassed.

“You gotta be kidding me.” Tony said face palming with a laugh.

“H-Hey! Don’t laugh!” Peter whined lightly kicking his legs.

“Alright alright, hang on.” Tony said walking over to Peter.

“You really can’t get out?” Tony asked kneeling down next to the teen.

“N-No... I can’t.” Pete answered.

“Alright, I’m gonna try pulling.” Tony said as he moved down to Peter ankles.

“Alright I pull you push.” Tony instructed.

“3, 2.. 1!”

Tony pulled and pulled but Peter wouldn’t budge.

“Jeez, you’re really stuck huh?” Tony said after a minute of pulling on Peter’s legs.

“Hmmm let me think.” Tony said, Peter sighed, this was not the Saturday he had planned, he wanted to impress Mr Stark, not embarrass himself! Peter was then torn from his thoughts as he felt a small tickly sensation run up and down his torso.

“Ah! Mr Stark?!” Peter yelped. Tony became so engulfed in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize a small spider had crawled onto Peter’s tummy.

“Ahaha! Hey!” Peter squealed as the the spider crawled along his belly.

“Hm?” Tony said now coming back to reality and smiled at the realization of the situation.

“Heh, kid it’s just a spider.” Tony explained amusedly.

“Ihit Tihihickles!” Peter admitted.

Tony chuckled.

“G-Get ihit off!” Peter giggled. Tony did so and placed the spider to the side. Peter sighed with relief.

“Heh, you sure are ticklish huh kid?” Tony asked before lightly gliding a finger up and down Peter’s torso.

“H-Hehehey! I aham nohot! Peter giggled squirming as much as he could.

“I beg to differ! Your laughing pretty hard for a spider crawling on you.” Tony stated

skittering his fingers against Peter’s side.

He never messed around with the kid, and oh boy was that about to change.

“Noho! That’s yohohou!” Peter blurted out he now knew for sure this was Tony!

“What are you laughing about? What’s so funny huh? Tony asked beginning to poke around the young hero’s torso occasionally getting at his ribs .

“Tohohony Nohohohoho!!” Peter screeched twitching and squirming at every poke.

Peter screeched when Tony’s finger made contact with his bellybutton.

“Abahahaha! Nohohohot thehehere!” Peter laughed twisting and turning as he lightly banged on the metal.

“I’m not doing anything, like I said it’s a spider!” Tony exclaimed.

“Nohoho it’s nohot!” Peter giggled.

“I don’t know~, does this feel like a spider to you?” Tony questioned before “spidering” all five fingers all over Peter’s tummy. Peter screeched before falling into full on laughter now.

“Ahahahahaha! Nohoho!” Peter laughed out as he squirmed as much as he could.

“No? Well what about this then?” Tony asked before using his fingers to walk up the teen’s ribs.

“AH! Nohohohoho! Stohohohop ihihit! Thihis isnt fuhuhuhunny!” Peter yelled out as Tony’s fingers dug into Peter’s lowest rib.

“Oh! Looks like the spider is on a journey! Tony teased tickling the kid’s ribs up and down and tweaking in between each bone causing Peter to throw his head back and kick his legs.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MR STAHAHAHAHARK STOHOHOP!” Peter laughed out kicking his legs.

“There’s a spider here!” Tony replied wiggling his fingers on the kid’s side.

“And here! And here! And here!” Tony exclaimed as he poked all around the teen’s tummy and ribs.

“Nohoho fahahahair! Whahahat the heheck Mr Stahahark!” Peter giggled.

Suddenly Peter come flying out from underneath the machine. Tony stumbled back slightly. He looked over to see Peter out of breath and red cheeks sitting on the ground next to him.

Tony laughed and Peter grunted pulling his shirt down.

“I’It’s not funny!” Peter said annoyed crossing his arms and looking away.

“It is kinda funny and I think a ‘thank you’ is in order!” Tony insisted poking Peter in the side causing him to jump.

“No way! I’m not thanking you for that!” Peter huffed. Tony then gave him a look of “you are so screwed kid”

“Uh oh! Does the “Spider” need to come back Peter?” Tony teased. Clawling towards him.

“N-No! Besides I can get away now!” Peter told his mentor through fake bravery as he began to stand.

“Oh really?” Tony asked before pouncing on the kid but Peter saw it coming and dodged sprinting out the room with Iron man close behind.

“M-Mr Stark! D-Don’t do this!” Peter protested with a large smile plastered on his face. He never got to be playful like this. And even though it was embarrassing, he kind of liked this.

“The spider is coming Peter!” Tony taunted as Peter turned a corner down the hall into the lounge area of Stark industries.

“Gotcha!” Tony called out as he bear hugged Peter from behind.

“Ah! Mr Stark! let mehe go!” Peter squealed. Tony wasted no time as he began lightly skittering his blunt nails on Peter’s neck.

“Ahaha! Noho! Lehet me goho!” Peter screeched squirming in Stark’s grip. Peter tried going down to escape Tony’s hold which was a stupid decision on his part as Tony just pinned the kid down.

“Here comes the spider Spiderman!” Tony teased wriggling his fingers as his hands descended onto to the teen’s ticklish torso.

“Nohoho!” Was all Peter got to say before Tony’s tickly fingers attacked his tummy once again.

“How ironic, Spiderman being taken down by a few spidery tickles!” Iron man teased as he tasered the kid’s sides repeatedly.

“Ahahahaha! Quihihit ihihit! Ahahaha!”

“Not until you thank me for getting you outa there!” Tony said not letting up.

“Nohohohoho! Ahahahahaha! NO!” Peter protested turning on his side only to have Stark squeeze his side. Peter’s laughter was frantic and squeaky just like a little kid and Tony loved it. Peter’s laughter suddenly rose an octave as his and got higher and higher.

“Hmmm, whats this? Did the spider find an extra ticklish spot?!” Tony asked smiling down at the squealing and laughing Spiderman.

“EEEH! NONONO! TOHOHOHONY!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Peter yelled as Tony shoved his hands under the kid’s arms. Peter thrashed around wildly letting Tony know this was his tickle spot for sure.

“Oh, did the Spider get your tickle spot kid? Let me see!” Stark teased before grabbing Peter’s wrist pinning it above his head.

Peter looked up at Tony with a breathless and flushed face.

“Here it comes Pete...” Tony taunted beginning to very slowly crawl up his side starting at the hip.

“Higher... and higher...” Tony taunted as his hand grew closer to Peter’s underarm.

The slow tickling touches were driving poor Peter mad! He squeaked and yelped and squirmed at every touch.

“Tohohony! Nohohoho! Ihihi’m tohohoo tihihihihihicklihihihish!” Peter screeched curling in on himself best he could.

“Really? I had no idea!” Tony replied before digging into Peter’s underarms causing the teen to go wild.

“NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Peter yelled twisting and turning. Peter’s eyes were scrunched shut nose wrinkled and a huge smile on his face was so endearing. It made Tony’s heart melt. He was definitely doing this more often!

“Aww, how cute! Spiderman taken down by a spider!” Tony teased him.

“All you gotta do Pete is thank me!” Tony told the laughing kid as he spidered his fingers into his underarm and highest ribs.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! THAHAHAHANK YOHOHOHOHOU! HAHAHAHAHA!” Peter howled trying desperately to pull his arm down. Tony let go of the kid. Peter went limp taking in gulps of air a few remaining giggles lingering.

“H-Holy shihit” Peter gasped.

“Hey! Language kid!” Tony scolded poking him in the belly as Peter forced himself out from underneath him.

“You ok kid?” Tony asked smiling.

“Y-Yeah... Last time I help you with anything!” Peter stated turning away. Tony chuckled.

“Either way, you better watch out for that spider. You never know when he’s gonna strike!” Tony teased clawing at Peter’s side.

“Ahaha! Ohohokahahay ohokahay!” Peter laughed out standing to his feet.

“But seriously thanks.” Tony told him as he as well stood.

“F-For what?” Peter asked.

“Helping out today... and being so cute! Hahaha!” Tony teased as he walked off.

“H-HEY! Take that back! I’m NOT cute!” Peter called out running after a laughing Iron Man.

Fin~

#spiderman #peter parker #spider-man #ticklish!peter #peter tickle #Tony tickles Peter #Spider tickle #Tony Stark #Irondad #Spiderson #Ticklish Peter Parker #Parker tickled

[ticklybtswriter]

the monster

summary: sometimes jungkook gets tired, but not the kind of tired where the first thing you want to do is sleep. no, the kind of tired where all he wants to hear is your laughter and your laughter alone.

request: Hi hi! I love your blog and I wanted to request something! Can you do a Jungkook x Reader fic? I have no particular idea in mind so the plot is all yours lol Thank you so much! and Can you do a fic of the Jungkook t-word monster scenario from your headcanons? Of course you don't have to if you don't want to since you just fed us a big and AMAZING headcanon.

author’s note: i’m not feeling myself tonight so i thought writing this would make me feel a bit better. it isn’t as long as i wanted it to be but i hope you all enjoy it nevertheless!! -rosalie

Honestly, Jungkook was just tired. Well, tired and frustrated. The day had been long and filled with as much work as humanly possible. All he really wanted to do was go home and unwind. The only issue is that his version of unwinding is your version of pure torture.

You weren’t prepared for it when he got home. You were simply reading a book while soft music played from your phone when he stepped into your room.

You glanced up from the pages, seeing his tired eyes. You asked, “Long day?”

He nodded. Jungkook saw your form, all unknowing and innocent, and he couldn’t help but smile at you. But it wasn’t that cute little bunny smile that he flashed you all the time; it was that one that you knew all too well... The one right before his trained fingers attached to your sides.

“Jungkook, no-” Your wide eyes only egged him on.

“Jungkook yes!” He smirked, throwing himself on the bed.

You were already giggling as he began pinning you down. This was one of his favorite parts of wrecking you: the act of wrestling with you until you ultimately were stuck beneath him, hands over your head and hips held together as he straddled you. All the while, you’d be giggling underneath him, throwing empty threats or pleading while not really wanting to be released.

“I missed my squirmy bunny today!” Jungkook told you, his fingers already working your shirt up to your chest. “And I especially missed your precious giggles! You’ll give me some of those, won’t you?”

Jungkook didn’t give you much of a choice in the matter before he started to lightly trail his fingers across the exposed skin of your bare stomach.

“J-Jungkook!” You squeaked.

“Mmmm, no,” He hummed. He leaned close to your ear, lightly blowing on it so you could get into a full lee-mood in half the time. “Not Jungkook. You know who I am, little bunny~”

“Plehehease!” You practically begged. Not even just because you wanted the tickles, but because you knew he didn’t plan to start totally wrecking you until you called him that dreaded name.

“You know the rules, bunny!” Jungkook said with a mixture of authority and playful mockery.

Damn, right you knew the rules. Mostly because those rules were designed in a way that thoroughly wrecked you into oblivion. However, the most common rule utilized in these life-destroying sessions was what you were told to call Jungkook. If you didn’t call him his desired name, you would be stuck in the exact state you were in now: ticklish agony without getting attacked in the way you wanted to be.

Still, you knew that this wasn’t a game you couldn’t win. You swallowed your pride and giggled out a “Tihihickle mohnsteher, plehehase!”

Satisfied, Jungkook started to use his free hand to dig into your sides. You instantly broke out into another fit of loud giggles, all while trying to instinctively squirm from the ticklish onslaught.

“Nohoho, thihis meeean!” You whined.

“No, this is mean,” Jungkook simply told you as he began to nuzzle at your sensitive neck while moving his fingers across your tummy.

You were fighting against his movements as best as you could, but the difference in strength was evident. Another thing that was clear was that you weren’t going anywhere until Jungkook- sorry, the tickle monster- declared that he was through with you. Not that you entirely minded. He didn’t need to know that though.

But, of course, he already did. That’s why he took such pride in being able to destroy you with a single hand. While his head was still occupied in brushing his nose against your ticklish neck, his hand traveled to your exposed underarm. He began scribbling at the skin there, taking in every little plea and laugh.

“Ahahaha! Nohohot there, Kohohokie! I mehehean t-t-tihickle monsther!”

As a silent punishment for calling him the incorrect name, Jungkook’s index finger suddenly dipped into your belly button. He swirled it around teasingly, makings sure to pull out every octave of laughter he could from you. Mostly because your high-pitched squeals of surprise were his favorite.

“Ah! Stohohap! This ihis unfahahaiiiir!”

He didn’t say anything in response, he merely kept on smirking.

One of the worst things about Jungkook, when he got into his ler mood, was the fact that he rarely spoke. The reality of it was that he just enjoyed savoring your unending laughter. It was like music to him, and who was he to interrupt such a beautiful symphony? Especially one that was all for him.

That didn’t always stop him from giving sly little comments whenever you said something borderline bratty to him, though.

“Yohohou are such ahaha jeheherk!” You insulted. Though you instantly wanted to take it back as soon as the words left your lips. “N-No! Wahait!”

“Calling the tickle monster a jerk, huh?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Okay, let’s see how you feel when I go for these feet of yours.”

In a quick motion, Jungkook let go of your hands and turned so that your thighs were pressed tightly against his calves. He gripped your ankles together with one hand while letting his other softly spider across any inch of skin he could get to on your foot.

“NOhoho! I’m sohohohry!”

“Sorry to who, though?”

“Tohoho the tihihck- NO!”

Your words were cut short when Jungkook hit that sensitive spot on your foot, right beneath the big toe and where you knew he’d be spending a lot of time.

“That’s not going to work, little bunny!”

And once again you were caught in one of Jungkook’s rigged games. He knew that you weren’t going to get the words out, he was so sure of it. Perhaps that’s another thing that comes with the ler Jungkook: when it comes to wrecking you, he’s always sure.

You were stuck in that predicament for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than ten minutes. All the while you were attempting to sputter out an apology that would be ruined by Jungkook aiming for the most sensitive spots he could reach. It wasn’t until he had a little mercy on you that you were freed from your ticklish heaven hell.

He moved from your sensitive zones and opted to light tickle at a giggle-area without venturing into non-ticklish territory.

“So?” Jungkook asked expectantly.

“Ihihihm sorry tihihickle mons-monstheher!”

Once you apologized, Jungkook started to lighten up on his attack. He was nowhere near done with you, but he figured that a breather was in order. So he got off your legs and crawled over to your heaving form before taking you in his arms so you could relaxingly calm down. He smiled at your tired and flushed form. “You alright?”

It took you a second to get past the cute bouts of excess giggles, but you finally told him, “Yeheah.”

“Good,” He nodded. “Ready for round two?”

#bts tickle fic #tickle fic #bts x reader #ler!jeon jungkook x lee!reader #ler!jungkook #lee!reader #jeon jungkook x reader

[fanficsandfluff]

Okay! :D I looked up a few sentence starters and here are some I found: (for that John or Lestrade one) 1. “I won’t give up if you won’t.” 2. “Is that a challenge?” 3. “Time’s up!” 4. "Either ask them out or I will do it for you!” 5. "Why are you baking muffins at three in the morning?” 6. “You’ll be the death of me.” 7. “Did I just say that out loud?” 8. “Who’s gonna stop me? You?” Anyone of these? Sorry, couldn't pick one as I love them all 😂 ❤️

Lmao! aww, thank you for going through all the trouble, anon! Hope you like it! And another anon asked for john and sherlock getting the sister, so I’m kinda doing both here. hope you don’t mind!

“I won’t give up if you won’t.”

You panted and looked over at John, sweat trickling down the side of your head.

You had been trying to do more for your body as of late, not quite happy with its appearance. And since you felt this was a personal issue, you tried to keep your habits on the down-low. You’d been eating less, and going out to take walks and sometimes try jogging. 

You thought Sherlock would’ve caught on quicker, but it was actually John who noticed the change first. He had approached you about it one evening and then he did something you didn’t expect. He offered to help you out on this journey you were taking yourself on. It was heartwarming to hear the support, especially from an army veteran who’s suffered with injuries in the past. 

Of course, Sherlock figured it out not too often after that, but he wasn’t the exercise type of guy. 

“I-I know… I’ll race you to the top of the hill,” you smiled at John, breathing heavily still.

The older man huffed a laugh and nodded, “Very well. Shouldn’t be too difficult, eh?”

You shook your head, gazing up at the street ahead of them making a steady incline, “Ready… and go!” and you took off. 

John ran beside you, him ultimately beating you to the top, but you were both winded after the sprint.

“H-Holy…. can we take a cab back?”

John laughed and coughed once, “Ahabsolutely not.”

You grinned and walked over to a water fountain, taking a sip, “How’s your knee?”

“It’s doing fine, thank you.”

So you both took a jog back to 221B, collapsing inside once you climbed the stairs. John fell back into his chair and you flopped onto the couch.

Sherlock was playing violin and didn’t stop when he saw the two barge in. No one spoke, you shutting your eyes, being wiped from the run. 

Finally, Sherlock set his violin down and asked, “I’m assuming it went well?”

“Fantastic observation. That’s perhaps you’re most astute one yet, Sherlock,” John pointed out, his breathing evening out at last.

Sherlock grinned, “Maybe you’d like to nap?”

“Bugger off,” you huffed.

Sherlock actually chuckled, “Thihis is fun.”

You opened your eye and looked over at Sherlock, “Why don’t you come with us sometime? See how you fair,” you remained laying down and kicked off your sneakers. 

Sherlock huffed, “I don’t jog. Never for fun, at least,” and he walked over to you and swiped a finger up your socked foot hanging over the couch, “Don’t your feet hurt afterward?”

You jumped and squeaked, pulling your foot away, “Aha! Don’t do thahat, you prick!” 

Sherlock grinned, glancing over at John.

“Try it with me and I will get you back much worse,” the veteran responded when he saw Sherlock staring at him.

Sherlock grinned, folding his hands together, “I have total control when you are both wiped out, it’s fascinating,” he walked back towards you and pinched your sides.

With a snort, you covered your hands over your sides, “Sheheheherlohohock!”

John looked over from his chair and smiled. It was rare to see the detective so playful. He grinned and stood up, sneaking behind the taller man and kneading into his hips from behind him, “Sherlock, the poor girl’s tired.”

Sherlock gasped and he squirmed, hunching over. He tried getting away from John next, all while laughing, “J-Johohohohn! Stohop! Gehehet off!”

You panted and giggled, sitting up on the couch, “Goho get him, John!”

John grinned and he pinned Sherlock in a corner of the room, fingers flitting around his belly like mad. 

You jumped up and joined soon enough, tickling your brother’s side.

Sherlock was helpless in laughter within seconds.

You and John exchanged grins, “We’re a good team you and I,” he said cheerily.

You laughed and nodded, “I ahagree.”

#drabble #ticklish!sherlock #ticklish!reader #littlesister!reader #sherlock holmes #john watson #john and reader #bbc sherlock #reader fic

[franklyshipping]

Sleep ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

Okey wowzah time for some Host x Dr Iplier romantic sfw TICKLY floof cuz @septiplickles has motivated me so BE WARNED CUZ IT’S GONNA BE HELLA CUTE let’s begin!

You may not think it, but the Host was an immensely passionate person. Despite his calm exterior, the interior workings of his mind were amock with fire and imagination which he spewed out in his written works. The single issue with that was, once he got started he was like a steam train. Running and running with no hint of stopping, although that was one of the things that Dr Iplier loved most about his partner.

Iplier loved it because he could relate, the Host’s passion for creation wasn’t dissimilar from his own vocation to heal and make people better. He loved watching him work, like now for instance, coat draped over a spare chair as he hunched over a mahogany desk. Papers strewn, ink spots and blotches on his right hand; Iplier smiled fondly at the scene as he leant against the doorframe, clad in his pyjamas. However when it got to the point of the Host losing sleep, the doctor had to step in.

He padded over to stand behind him and placed his hands on his partner’s shoulders, Iplier frowned at the tenseness he found there. He began rubbing them slowly as he mumbled.

‘Babe, c'mon you should sleep now…’

The Host sighed a little at the feeling of Iplier’s hands getting rid of knots and strains, but he couldn’t let go of this idea. If he did he might not get it back, he pursed his lips.

‘The Host promises that he will come to bed soon.’

Iplier sighed and stood beside him, looking down with a light pouty frown.

'Nooo come to bed noooow…’

Iplier’s chest fluttered when the Host giggled minimally, but quickly frowned again when the Host went back to writing vigorously.

'The Host advised Iplier to have a little bit of patience-’

Iplier cut him off with a loud whiney groan and he grinned lightly at his utter childishness, the doctor often got like this when he didn’t get his way. It was quite amusing. Iplier frowned as the Host ignored him, he stood behind him again and bent over so he could snake his arms round his torso. The doctor nuzzled into his neck and grinned at the light shiver the Host gave out.

'Are you sure I can’t persuade you to come with me?’

The Host nibbled his bottom lip as the doctor’s prickly stubble brushed against his neck, he repressed a light grin as he shook his head.

'I need to finish thihis…’

He cursed himself for his faltering voice, but Iplier felt his heart melt at the sound. Not only that, but the fact that he’d switched from his third person speech made it all the more special; it was part of who the Host was as a person, so for him to switch when he was with the doctor made him feel special.

'Oh really…are you sure that you need to?’

Iplier smirked and let his fingers curl at the Host’s tummy before letting them dance and scribble lightly. The Host immediatly jumped and try to double over in his chair, but he wasn’t in the best position for defending himself as Iplier’s fingers tickled his tummy ruthlessly.

'Nohohohononono dohohohon’t dohoho thihihis!!!’

The Host squeaked out amidst his bubbly giggles as Iplier started kissing his neck and round his ears, he moved his fingertips round to the Host’s sides and pinched the flesh making him cackle and squirm.

'Sorry babe but you’ve only brought this on yourself!’

Iplier chuckled at his boyfriend who shook with laughter as a rosy hue grew on his cheeks, he moved his hands down and relished in the desperate yelps the came through as he got closer and closer to the main event. His hips…aka The Host’s worst spot.

'Ihihihi’ll cohohohohohome tohoho behehed! Bahahahahabe plehehease!!!’

Iplier smirked down at him, the pink cheeks, wild smile and joyful sounds; these were the best narrations he could hope for. He nuzzled furthur into his neck, kissing warmly and lengthily.

'Damn right you will…but first things first…’

Iplier skittered down to the Host’s hips and wormed his fingers under his shirt and his pant waistline and massaged the protruding bones. The owners of those bones shrieked and writhed, it was like there were massive bundles of nerve endings just tucked away. The Host laughed breathlessly as his voice switched between octaves.

'NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!’

Iplier laughed with him, whispering teasingly.

'Why? Does it tickle?’

The Host wailed as the doctor’s thumbs found the bowels of his hips and vibrated endlessly, he threw his head back with a wide grin plastered on his face.

'YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!!’

'Awww poor baby…’

Iplier cooed as he used the rest of his fingers to scratch at the bones simultaneously, The Host was in ticklish agony and could barely comprehend anything else.

'PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!!’

Iplier felt a pang of guilt at the desperation lacing the Host’s voice, he didn’t want to go too overboard. The doctor moved his hands away from the spot carefully but still rested his hands lightly on the Host’s tummy. He waited till the Host was giggling lightly before he spoke in a reprimanding tone, despite how silly he sounded. He loved teasing him because he got to show off how good he could be with words…sometimes.

'Now, are you gonna come to bed when I ask you in the future?’

The Host nodded frantically with an embarrassed smile and Iplier grinned cheekily, he traced little shapes on his tummy making him shiver and giggle.

'Ah ah ah! Words if you please!’

The Host giggled and tilted his head to face the doctor’s, he blushed lightly when he felt his partner’s wide smirk and miscievous heart.

'Ihi promihise I will…’

Iplier hummed with satisfaction before kissing the Host’s forehead with a smile.

'Good, cuz if you don’t…I’ll know about it…’

He scratched his fingers over the belly before him causing a light yelp before he straightened up, the Host turned around in his chair and fidgeted with his hands briefly.

'Th-that will not be necessary.’

Iplier grinned, leaning down and planting a warm kiss on the Host’s lips and trailing a thumb over his cheek momentarily. The Host reciprocated gently, a warm feeling of happiness bubbling in his stomach…or were those ghost tickles? He didn’t mind it either way. Iplier stood back up and grabbed the Host’s hand before yanking him to the bedroom. The doctor yawned lightly and the Host smiled fondly, perhaps sleep wasn’t such a bad idea…especially since he wasn’t alone anymore.

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