#playful lee

[rabbit-exe]

I very much do want to see the betrayer gods again because they are some hilariously petty bitches who would definitely try and pull some absolute bullshit, but also I will Never be able to picture Lolth the Spider Queen or Asmodeus the Lord of the Hells, in mannerism, in voice, or in appearance, as ANYTHING other than Aabria Iyengar and Brennan Lee Mulligan. they did it too good and now it's Them Forever

#these two... iconic #aabria did such a perfect job as lolth. the playfulness. the warped affection in her voice. the cloying sweetness of rot. gah!! #brennan did asmodeus more than justice in his portrayal (made even more compelling by the fact that he as the gm also played evandrin!) #literally obsessed with the idea of lolth and asmodeus Interacting. you KNOW they're the bitchiest sister-brother duo in all the realms #collaborating over the inevitable end and squabbling the entire time... I Want To See It #critical role #lolth #lolth the spider queen #asmodeus #the lord of the hells #cr lolth #cr asmodeus #aabria iyengar #brennan lee mulligan #I just want them to come on as guests and do their nasty betrayer god thing again. it's so COMPELLING #exandria unlimited #exu calamity

[kanene-yaaay]

He started it!

Kanene's notes: I think my brain is no longer able to grasp what a 'quick, small fic' is kjhgfdfghjjhgvjhgf somebody this was supposed to be just a small drabble but the cuteness broke me. Somebody save me from the Dogday brain rot please somebody save me...

But anyway! Can't say when I will be able to post again, college just started and so my days are going to be very full :') Still! Hope you all like this!

Warnings: Plenty of raspberries, nibbles and teasy nicknames. Around 3,500 words. Ticklish!Dogday and Ler!Reader. Other than that, nothing, this is pure tooth-rooting fluff. Rip da boi. Also! Once again, I'm obsessed w Felix's writing style where the dialogues and narration are mingled together so all the hugs and thank you's to her :D

[~*~]

Dogday had started it.

Of course it was him. Just like a ray of sunshine, your own personal star, shining and chasing the dark shadows away, he did and now there was no other way this could’ve played out. 

“A-angel, please!” His voice glitched, getting lower at the end of his plea, however immediately growing higher again as giggles began filling the space, crackling and buzzing in both despair and delight. “Think about what you’re about to do!”

You hummed and smiled at his squeal, fond and sweet and absolutely devilishly as you remembered how this entire game began.

Every single corner of this factory was dangerous. Even so, there were hostile places where any kind of sound, whisper or even a poorly suppressed gasp could attract the worst kind of attention and immediately break in pieces the fragile peace that warily followed you and Dogday in your path. At the time, you both had been walking through one of these areas for far too long, bathed by complete silence, careful to keep your steps silent and with an alerted kind of tension clinging to your form with each passing second. 

That was when, for some reason, Dogday decided that enough was enough. It was his moment to shine.

Where even did the idea come from? Has he been bored?  

“You just seemed so stressed!” His tail was wagging so much you could feel the wind it created hitting your legs. An involuntary coo left your mouth at the playful, a tad proud glint in his eyes, which only made his smile bigger and loopier. He tried to tug his hands away to hide his face. Needless to say, it was an unsuccessful attempt. “No, no, no! Don’t!”

Anyway, it had been confusing at first. When the giant sentient toy turned in your direction, making fingerguns with his paws and pretending to be firing at something, you immediately spun around in a quick and swift movement, grabpack and firing hand ready to attack pointing in the same direction as him, eyes searching for the danger he was gesturing. 

… Stopping to think, he did almost laugh at you that moment, didn’t he? You bet that if you both didn’t have to conceal any and every sound his crackles would’ve rang free and joyfully across the whole factory. 

You took an exaggerated deep breath and blew slowly in a faux disappointment, feeling his muscles under you tense and shake with barely concealed titters, a tiny protesting half whine and half plea flying around, his torso squirming.

(Away or closer to the sensations? Both of you knew the answer very well.)

Tsk. You hummed again, only to hear that adorable squeal once more. It took everything to not let him go and dig, to listen those high pitched squeals over and over again and see how many of them you could collect, letting them dance in harmony with his glitching laughter and rumbling chuckles until happiness and joy were the only thing filling his mind and actions, until his smile were wide enough to light up the dark pathway ahead and each tiny, almost imperceptive wiggle, scribble or twitch of your fingers was followed by the lovely, lovely melody of his tickly delight, prompting more and more expectant titters and pleas without you even having to lay a single finger on him.

But the game couldn’t be over so soon. And it was quite fun to see how much giggles you could get even though you weren’t actually doing anything.

(Yet.)

So you pushed down the adoring smile that tried (again) to take over your features and let it morph into a sad expression, slowly shaking your head in a fake disappointment.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a good friend and he almost laughed at you like that… After everything you both have been through, after all the fights and the talks, the hugs and the vents… You see how that is.

“P-please! Angel, just, please!”

No. Nuh-uh. You went back to your previous position, shoving your face in that soft fur. Don’t start with the sugarily sweet nicknames. You were brooding. Moping. Sad. Devastated. Betrayed. In absolute and total pain. There was no angel available right now, please return later.

His only answer was a series of even more glitched squeaks and titters growing stronger and giddier at any second with your silliness, especially when his body involuntarily jumped, already in alert for any attack and still not doing anything to scramble away. 

That could be your fault, but in your humble opinion, it wasn’t very clear. Okay, maybe he couldn’t just bring himself to stop and stand still when you kept using every opportunity to nuzzle and mumble on his belly non stop, easily following his torso and quivering stomach around as he wiggled and squirmed in the same place, trying with all his might to not lose himself already with all the ticklish shocks that bolted across his entire midriff with such a simple action. Words (and teases) continue to fall like waves from your lips.

Maybe he just had been bitten by an awful ticklybug! Who would know?

“There is no tick-” Dogday gasped and snickered when you blew air against his fur again, freezing for a second in preparation for a raspberry that didn’t come. Realizing that, he let his head fall on the floor and trashed even more. He tugged his arms again, playfully growling when you kept your hold firm on them and wiggling even more as he turned to stare back at you, a funny kind of energy and antecipation racing each other in his nerves. “There is no ticklebug! It’s you!!”

Oh well. 

A pity.

Anyway. Back to the story. That had been how everything began. He later explained his idea for the game, when you were able to exchange words again. From that moment, in total random occasions, one of you would make a gesture in the other’s direction and they would have to quickly react to it. In the most silly and unexpected way, preferentially, as long as you didn’t make any sound while at that.

See, Dogday? No sound.

He yapped in protest, letting out a single surprised, an offended yelp at the accusation. “We don’t need to be quiet here. You’re just teasing me!” Dogday’s hands fell to his sides, no longer trying to pry you away, shoulders shaking with every giggle and eyes watching your every action with joy and expectation. 

You keep going.

The playful exchange became a habit between you two at this point, even filling the moments you didn’t exactly need to be quiet. It was a nice way to interact when there were no more words, memories or promises to be exchanged. That is why Dogday didn’t even bat an eye at you when you called his attention by innocently offering both of your hands in his direction, tail lightly wagging as he immediately placed his own paws on yours, a fun, tiny grin appearing on his previously serious and protective expression when you intertwined your fingers.

Which quickly morphed to a wide stare when you locked your grip and jumped on him, bringing both of you to the ground.

So, yeah, Dogday was the one who started it. And now he was trying to shoot his shot again, pulling out the saddest, sweetest puppy eyes in your direction. 

“Angeel, please. Mercy!”

Awww.

(That was a bit adorable, you couldn’t lie. It kind of melted your heart. Just a tiny, little bit.)

(Ok. A lot.)

But that was the thing, Dogday, you were being merciful already. Because if your hands were free, you would give him the entire special attack. You would just claw and knead on that cute, truly adorable tummy, taking some precious time to give your attention to his sides and all the scribbles and scratches to his ribs, being sure to go and tickle aaaall of his favorite, ticklish spots over and over and over again, for as long as he wanted. 

Wouldn’t that be nice? And, of course, during this your hands would be very, very busy, so he would have to keep his arms nice and snug out of the way. But he could do this for you, right? Even if he was laughing and squirming and crackling his heart out, not even pretending to not love every single moment of this game, or that he wanted it to be over any moment soon. 

“Eek! Wait, wait!” 

You grinned. See? That was what not being merciful would be. But, stopping to think, those are not bad ideas at all. He really couldn’t stop getting any more adorable, could he?

“Sweetheart!” He squeaked and shook his head, partially in a way to disperse all the restless energy taking over his body and partially in a hopeless attempt to make his big ears cover his flaming face.

Oh. 

(It was quite endearing, actually, how he didn’t exactly blush. His smile would get wobblier and the light in his eyes fuzzy and lightly trembling all while he couldn’t decided if he tried to hide his face or kept staring at you with a gaze so full of complete trust, an excited desperation conquering all his features… Honestly it was just as crystal clear as if his face got completely taken over by a strong shade of red, truly.)

Your entire demeanor softened. That nickname was a new one.

(You wouldn’t mind listening to it being giggled out like this again in the future.)

You decided to return the favor.

Yes, gigglebug?

For a piece of time, Dogday froze with wide eyes and a slight ‘bzzz’ sound escaped from his voicebox. Then his squirming grew anew, no longer being able to look at your soft gaze and trying to press his dazzling, gigantic smile on his shoulders, now with his entire body bouncing with barely suppressed snickers.

His tail hit the floor with an endless and quick pace of ‘thump thumpthumpthump’. The confusion in your expression immediately gave place to a wicked smirk.

Hm.

Gigglebug?

He jolted with a yelp.

Silly giggly gigglebug?

Dogday snorts and tries to pry his hands away from yours with a bit more energy than before. Still, his efforts were still half heartedly at best. In turn you just hold them a bit tighter, thumbs lightly rubbing the back of his paws as your tipped your head to the side, - not unlike he himself watched you from time to time - chasing his gaze and maybe or maybe not giving his belly a tiny - so quick and small that it was over in less a blink - nibble until he turned back to watch you with wide fuzzy eyes.

Nope. No hiding that beautiful smile, huh?

His ears perked a little bit and his wide eyes captured yours for a moment, then jumped to your kind hands, your amused, playful glare, his defenseless belly, his captured paws, your suspecting eyes and, eventually, your eyes again.

Then, without breaking contant, he shut his mouth, firmly pressing his lips in a tight line as he lowered his head to his shoulder, successfully hiding, indeed, that beautiful smile.

Ah.

You see how that is.

Dogdayy ~

He let out a muffled giggle, only pressing his face even more on his shoulder, turning away from you.

Well, since he was insisting so much…

You discreetly adjusted your position, took a deep breath and immediately attacked his lower belly.

His entire torso spasmed, almost throwing you out of him with the sudden move, a loud peal of laughter instantly filling the air as the horrible, awfully ticklish vibrations fuelled his trashing, the raspberry spreading across every single of his nerves, leaving each and every one of them tingling and buzzing.

Another deep breath. Another long, long raspberry and a crackling squeal was ripped from his voicebox, more and more following suit as you chased every sensitive path of fur non stop, not losing a single opportunity to shake your head to increase the sensations, giggling a bit at how that never failed to glitch his words and bring more squeaks to the lovely melody of his laughter.

You spared a couple of tiny raspberries for his sides, literally feeling how they made him arch his back. That only gave you even more access to plenty of sensitive, ticklish spots that you were more than happy to latch on and tickle as if the future safety of the entire world depended on sending him to a total madness and increasing your collection of “cute-sounds-that-Dogday-does”.

You experimentally began nibbling that spot that connected his back and side, right below his belt, if you were not mistaken this would…

Snorts took over the giant toy and in a blink his back immediately clued back on the floor, torso trying and failing in curling into a defensive ball. The new round of raspberries vibrated across his side and teased his entire ribcage, tickling each bone and nerve. 

Dogday tried to muffle his reactions on his shoulder, but with each nibble, each raspberry, tease and nuzzle he felt his mind getting more and more overpowered by the realization that it tickled. It tickled so, so, so much and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not when his face seemed to be set aflame and his entire body kept getting closer and closer from giving up completely from his squirms and wiggles to let himself succumb to the joyful, insane, funny and fun sensation. Not when his angel kept looking at him with so much amusement and fondness that only succeeded to make him feel even more ticklish and the fact that his giggles weren’t the only ones filling the room made him feel extra silly and made his heart melt with delight. When he was able to just laugh and squeal his heart out, carefree and loud and happy.

How could anyone blame him, then, when he saw with the corner of his eyes you lift your head and so he decided to push his luck more, continuing to hide his big, gigantic, loopy smile.

Ohoho.

So, your dear gigglebug was trying to keep all those sweet reactions away from you, even after you worked so hard for every single one of them? Now, that really wasn’t fair, was it?

You gave him a break, no longer tickling him. Still, having your voice so close made his torso instinctively try to wiggle away, which in itself seemed to only re-alight all the reminiscent tingling on his skin, making the tickly sensation it go back to buzz and dance on his nerves, increasing the phantom tickles, each passing second and taunting word making them feel worse than before. All of this only kept Dogday stuck into an infinite sea of unstoppable, hysterical titters and snickers.

Do you think this is fair at all, gigglebug? 

He shook his head and stopped, then nodded and then shook it again, giving you a glimpse of shiny eyes for a second before it disappeared once more on his fur.

Well, you think this isn’t fair at all. But that is fine. You both can stay here all day long if needed, as long it takes until you get to see that beautiful blushy face and dazzling smile. Yep. That sounds like a good, no, perfect idea! He would love this, right? To keep giggling and laughing and squealing here while being tickled silly forever and ever? 

“Sweheheart!”

Oh! You wonder who said that! It sounded like your dear friend Dogday, but it couldn’t be him, right? No, not really. He was too busy hiding away from his best friend, as it seems.

Aw, that was a pity, truly. He was such a kind, awesome presence in your life. With a personality able to brighten everyone’s life and a trustful companion that was incredibly kind and strong. Always ready to help without a second thought or a blink of an eye, to give a hand, a comforting hug or a remark that would bring you straight to reality. 

Besides, he was kind of cute, too. Like a sweet, excited puppy. He had this loud, booming laughter that, when you got him laughing for long enough, started to descend into a series of crackles that never failed to make him snort and bounce around in joy until his voice box began to glitch in the most endearing and funny way. 

“No more teasing! No more!” Dogday’s titters grew to hysterical high pitched giggles and he scrunched up his neck, trying to best to curl up and disappear as more and more heat spread across his face. His tail would make a hole into the factory’s ground at this rate.

See? It was the most adorably adorable thing, honestly. 

Actually…

You adjusted yourself again and his bubbly giggles developed to chuckles, paws tugging from your grip once again. He knew very well what that tune of yours meant.

You kind of missed listening to his laughter…

And so, with a swift move you freed your hands, fastly shoving them on Dogday’s armpits before he could even react. 

Without wasting a single second, you digged.

A shriek took over every other sound in the place. And then other as you pushed your face right in the middle of his tummy, nibbling and pressing raspberries on it without mercy all while your fingers scratched, scribbled and drummed on his pits with no abandon, nimble fingers dancing on the spot for a few minutes before jumping to other one, to prevent him to get used to the sensation.

Dogday just fell limply on the floor, his shoulders, torso and belly shook with the force of his laughter, and his arms kept jumping from hiding his face to cluing on his sides in a futile attempt to stop the wiggling from worming their way, once more, to his ribs or neck. Each snort, squeal, yelp, snicker, crackle and every other sound swirled freely in the air, especially when a raspberry found a new sensitive spot that even he didn’t know about - since when his collarbone was so ticklish? - and focused all their attention there until all his cute and fun reactions slowed to a string of bubbly, hysterical giggles and his friend went on the look for another sweet tickle spot.

His neck, ribs, armpits, stomach, even his own ears had not been safe from the playful attack. A few pieces of time passed until it slowed to an incredible, horrible kind of soft tickling that led to a series of tittering sniggers to spill from his lips and to a beginning of tears to gather in the corner of his eyes.

At this point, his paws came and gently rested on your hands, engulfing them completely, glimmering eyes finding yours as the light scribbling instinctively squirm lazily from one side to other.

You stopped, entire form melting, the playful smirk plastered on your features losing the sharpness of its corners as a proud fondness took over. You freed one hand to caress the fur of his head, chuckling with drops of amusement and care when he closed his eyes and all his muscles relaxed completely at that, his tail now going back and forth in a tired but content wag. He nuzzled your hand. 

There is it. My beautiful smile.

He groaned, pulling his ears until they covered his face. “Angel… You’re ruthless.”

Hey, it’s not teasing if it’s true!

Another groan. He muttered something under his breath but didn’t shy away from your touch.

The silence fell like a soft blanket on you, bringing to that dark, horrible place a feeling of safety and care that used to be just a pointless, futile dream, before.

(This was nice. Safe.)

Suddenly, two paws flew like a blur of movement in your direction and you felt your entire world tumble and turn upside down. 

You blinked and as your eyes focused, only to find a giant sentient toy who resembled a dog and slowly became your trustful companionship on the last days (hours?) in this factory. Someone you knew that would be right by your side and fight for your safety almost as much as you fought for his.

Although, by the way his mischievous gaze found yours and big arms embraced you in a firm, but still gentle, hug, you must admit you weren’t feeling that safe anymore.

…Dogday?

“No. You’re in friend hug jail. Paying for your friend crimes. You can’t get out.”

You snorted. Glad that you had the sense to start that playful game in the safe area you and Dogday had been clearing and taking care for some time since the ‘You Got To Be a Human and Rest’ episode.

Getting comfortable, you let out a relaxed sigh, snuggling closer, letting your hand softly run on his back in a soft, nice rhythm, not taking too long to feel him melting under the caring touch. 

Well, you may be in jail, but your consciousness was clear.

Dogday had started it.

#Ticklish!Dogday #Lee!Dogday #Ler!Reader #Ler!Player #poppy playtime tickles #poppy playtime tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #DOGDAY IS A DEAR HE DESERVES TO LAUGH AND BE SILLY AND PLAYFUL AND HAPPY OK I COULDN'T HELP IT #I like to imagine that Dogday is all giggles and half pleas and protesting babbles and giddy snickers until he actually gets tickled #then he just let everything else go and start laughing non stop without a single care in the world #if i had a nickel everytime I had to be careful while describing raspberries and nibbles w a character that had trauma related to being- #well- #nibbled on but not in a tickly fun way. I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot. But it's weird that happened twice... #lkjhgfghjkolploijuh anyway!! hope you all have a nice week! take care <3 #xreader #they are both incredibly silly you honor #I was writing another fic where reader and dogday find his own small smiling critter toy version and befriend it but this one will be super #-long and time is scarse so I decided to finish this playful idea here first and then try to write the other when I can #Let's see how that plays out :D

[poussiffanche]

Here you go! Sun got "unfortunately" stuck in climbing net but he can count on Moon to help him.~ Will his technique work? 🤔🤭

#fnaf security breach #my art #beginner artist #sundrop fnaf #lee!sundrop #ler!moondrop #fnaf moon #tickle tickle #tickle art #sfw tickling community #sfw tickling #fnaf tickles #lee!sunny #playful tickles

[awkwardlyflustered]

Best Babysitter Ever

A/N: I have been watching too much Criminal Minds recently, I just started it over for like the 5th time. I love the BAU so goddamn much, and I specifically love Reid (he’s just a lil guy) so y’all better get so ready for so much lee Reid in the upcoming weeks. For now though, Reid and Hotch interacting has my entire soul and being so here’s a quick little story for the two of them. 

“Hotch, I promise you everything will be okay, I read five parenting books on the way here just to prepare.”

“I know, I trust you’re gonna be fine, you’ve just never babysat by yourself before, and JJ was supposed to come over and help…” Hotch trailed off, unable to keep the overprotective dad side from surfacing. 

“We’ll be fine! I’m great with kids,” Reid continued to argue, “We’ll have so much fun, isn’t that right Jack?” Both men turned their eyes over to the small six year old playing with his trucks in the corner. Jack agreed enthusiastically and ran over to hug Spencer’s leg. 

“Alright, I’m sure you guys will be fine,” Hotch finally relented. “Reid, call me if you need anything at all, and Jack, be good for Spencer” Spencer gave a salute towards his boss as Jack ran to hug his dad goodbye. 

A few hours later, Hotch walked back into his house and was immediately greeted by the loud screams of laughter from Jack. Smiling, he made his way towards the two, not saying anything. 

“SPEHEHENCEHEHER!” Jack squealed as Reid’s fingers scribbled across his belly. 

“Spencer? Who’s Spencer, I’m the tickle monster!” The curly haired boy announced, scooping up the small kid’s wrists in one hand, and drilling into his underarms with the other. Jack kicked out and tried to squirm away from the intruding hands, finally noticing his dad standing over the two of them. 

“DAHAHAHAHD HEHEHEHELP!!” 

“You can scream all you want, no one can save you from the tickle monster!” Reid called out with a grin taking over his face as he turned to Hotch as a greeting. 

“You heard him Jack, I can’t save you, there’s nothing I can do.” Hotch had a soft grin taking over his face as well, though not quite as smug as Spencer’s. 

“PLEHEHEASE,” Jack whined out, obviously enjoying himself. 

“Hmm alright fine, I’ll do my best but no promises.” Hotch threw his coat that he had just taken off onto the couch and crouched down by the two of them. “Let’s see here…” he muttered out, taking a hold of Jack’s arms and pretending to pull as hard as he could. 

“You’re no match for my incredible strength!” Spencer continued in character, vibrating his fingers into Jack’s ribs causing a whole new round of laughter. 

“Hmm I have an idea,” Hotch thought aloud as he stalked towards Spencer. 

“You’ll never beat me! Jack will be mine forever,” the so-called tickle monster called out yet again, too busy with his charade to pay any attention to the older man getting closer and closer to him. Without warning, Hotch practically tackled Spencer and started digging into his ribs. Spencer squealed and kicked his feet, completely caught

off guard by the attack. Jack quickly stood up from his position on the floor cheering and encouraging the attack. 

“Well well well, looks like the tickle monster is ticklish.”

“Nohohoho” Reid giggled out, weakly swatting at the offending hands currently wracking his nerves. Hotch grabbed Spencer arms and held them above his head, waiting while Reid panted beneath him.

“Hey Jack, come here,” the father beckoned his son over, and started pointing along Reid’s torso. “You know if you poke him right here he makes a really silly noise.” Jack, excited he got to play too began poking his little fingers along Spencer’s tummy. With every poke Spencer gave a hiccupy squeal, that quickly advanced into hiccupy giggles when Hotch’s fingers found their way to his upper ribs. 

“Wahahahait guhuhuys,” he pleaded, being careful with his squirming to not hurt Jack. 

“This is only fair after you tickled Jack for so long, what do you think buddy?”

“Yeah! You did this to me, you deserve it!” Reid just squeezed his eyes shut, threw his head back, and gave into the ticklish sensations. 

The Hotchner duo continued their attack for a few more minutes, making sure to get thorough revenge on the tickle monster before letting him up. Spencer sat up panting, with slight tears in the corners of his eyes. 

“The tickle monster isn’t gonna forget this, you better watch out,” he teased Jack, reaching out to pinch his side. 

“My dad will rescue me every time!” Jack replied indignantly, clinging to his dad’s leg. 

“I absolutely will,” Hotch reassured, ruffling his son’s hair, “But until you need more rescuing, it looks like it’s time for bed. Go start getting ready.” With that, Jack starting running off to get ready for bed, but quickly back tracked to give a crashing hug to Reid.

“Goodnight Spencer, thank you for playing with me.”

“Of course kid,” Reid replied, hugging Jack tightly. “I had fun playing with you.”

“Are you gonna come back tomorrow?” Hotch interrupted the interaction before Reid could be put on the spot.

“No buddy, not tomorrow, but you’ll see Spencer again soon.” Jack just nodded and finally left the two to begin getting ready for bed. Spencer stood up from the floor to stand next to Hotch.

“So I take it the babysitting went well?” Hotch asked with a slight smirk. Spencer nodded happily.

“Yeah, Jack is great. We had a lot of fun together.”

“I could see that. Do you maybe want to come back next week to babysit some more?” Spencer nodded again, much more enthusiastically. “And I take it the tickle monster will be making another appearance?” Spencer blushed out to his ears at the mention of the silly character. 

“Maybe he will.”

“Well then it looks like I’ll have some more rescuing to do, won’t I?” Reid just smiled and looked down at the ground, too sheepish to continue meeting Hotch’s eye. Hotch smiled warmly, remembering just how young Reid actually is despite his age. He quickly pulled Reid in for a hug.

“Thank you again Spencer.” 

“You’re welcome, it was nice getting to feel like an older brother for a little while.” Spencer’s eyes widened and he pulled away from the hug as he realized what he just said. “Not like that I just meant-”

“You’re the best big brother Jack could ask for,” Hotch assured the genius, clapping him on the shoulder. Spencer smiled an almost cheshire grin as the pink tint returned once again to his cheeks. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“Yep, and I can’t wait to see the rest of the team and inform them of what a great babysitter the tickle monster is,” Hotch teased, a smirk taking over his features. Reid froze, his hand on the doorknob. 

“Hotch you can tell anyone and everyone you want, but don’t tell Morgan I’m ticklish, he’ll never let me live it down.”

“I don’t know, I think Morgan would really like to know…”

“Hotch!”

“Alright alright, I’ll keep it to myself, for now anyways.” Spencer breathed a quick sigh of relief and waved goodbye before leaving the house. 

Hotch smiled fondly, and pulled out his phone to text Derek. 

Tomorrow morning you should ask Reid how babysitting went. He has a really funny secret to tell you

“Technically, I’m not gonna tell him anything,” Hotch muttered to himself, smiling. “Plus what fun is having this information if I’m just gonna keep it to myself?” With that, he walked towards Jack’s room ready to tuck him into bed. His heart was full between his son and his work family, he couldn’t be any happier. 

#Criminal Minds #Lee!reid #Ler!Hotch #Spencer Reid #Aaron Hotchner #tickle fic #criminal mind tickle #criminal mind tickle fic #I'm back baby! #Was this a little cringey? Yeah obviously #But this idea has been stuck in my head for weeks #Also nothing puts Hotch in a playful #silly mood like being around Jack #As soon as he's around Jack the big scary BAU leader disappears #Also you cannot tell me that stirring up shit between reid and morgan is his favorite thing ever #Those two are his children #i take no criticism

[intheticklecloset]

could I possibly request 🫐⭐️ with kaminari and deku? it's okay if not, thank you for considering!

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

~~~

It was quiet out here.

Deku lay with his eyes closed, soaking in the ambient sound of grass and trees rustling in the warm evening breeze, the occasional cricket chirping. His life had become so chaotic recently, it was difficult to find a moment of silence to simply be with his thoughts.

Inside the dorms, the others were busy setting up for an all-night movie marathon – one that Deku fully intended to join and was looking forward to – but before that, he’d just…needed a minute. He’d observed the twinkling stars for a while, contemplating Shigaraki and All For One and the giant battle that was looming on the horizon sooner than any of them would like to admit. It had been a wonderful respite, but he knew that someone would be coming to get him any time now. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t heard from anyone already. They wouldn’t have started without him, right?

“Tickle attack!” someone shouted, startling Deku out of his reverie, but not soon enough for him to avoid said someone pinning his folded arms behind his head to the ground and scribbling wildly into his armpits.

“EEEK!! Ehehehahahahahahaha wahahahahahahait!” he cried, bursting into happy giggles quite freely, though his body instinctively squirmed and kicked at the feeling. It had been so long since he’d been tickled at all, let alone surprise attacked like this – he loved it already, and he didn’t even know who was behind it yet.

“Gotcha, Midoriya! Whatcha doing, huh? Stargazing?”

It didn’t take him long to place the teasing voice.

“Kahahahahahaminariehehehehehehe!” he squealed, his helpless position only adding to his ticklishness. “Ahahahahahaha, plehehehehehehease!”

The blonde grinned down at him, sparks flying between his fingertips. “Oh? You want the full tickle treatment, huh, Midoriya?”

Deku couldn’t help but squeal in panicked excitement. “Nononono, not thahahahahahat, please – DEHEHEHEHEHENKI!!”

Above him, Kaminari giggled along with him for a few moments as he activated his quirk just enough to add an extra ticklish jolt to his system, making Deku laugh so hard he went silent, shaking his head and kicking his legs in defeat.

“All right, all right – I think you get the message.” The blonde climbed off of him and ruffled his hair. “It’s movie time, bro! Let’s go! We’re starting in five!”

By the time Deku had recovered, Kaminari was back in the dorms.

The greenette grinned and took off after him.

It was movie time!

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #lemonade event #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #denki kaminari #izuku midoriya #deku #chargebolt #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle #ahhh i haven't written for basically any mha characters in so long! i miss it <3 #lee!deku deserves the world <3 <3

[mushiewrites]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is a request from this prompt list from @wishitweresummer (find the ask here!). I accidentally made it an almost 5K fic when I wanted it to originally be a lil ficlet or drabble. I can never ever control myself and one day I will realize that. But until then - surprise! Another dnf fic. Do you ever expect anything different though?

prompts 10 - “I suggest you run” / 25 - “I’ll give u 5 seconds to escape”  / 26 - “here comes the tk monster”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 4.7K words)

warnings: romantic dnf! (just some kisses, cuddles and lots of tickles)

George never dreamed that he could be so lucky. Laying next to Dream was something he had always thought about but wasn’t sure if it was something obtainable for him. He never expected for the two to confess their feelings on a cold winter night in December, huddled together for warmth while their heat was out. But here they were months later, still finding themselves tangled up in each other at any chance they got. No matter what the two had going on in their busy schedules, they always made time for cuddles, Dream insisting it was necessary for both of them to get their daily doses in. But George would never complain; why would he? He gets to shove his face into Dream’s neck while he tells George how important he is, how lovely he is, how he’s Dream’s. “Mine” he would always say, and the elder was always quick to respond - “yours, all yours”. George knew he’d never get tired of it. 

There was something else that had made its way into their everyday routine. Something that George never expected to adore so much, but found that he couldn’t handle going without it, not even for a day. It didn’t matter if he was on the receiving or giving end, all he knew was that he needed it; he needed the way that it would end with both of them in a messy pile of giggles and panting, each one trying to catch their own breath for different reasons. But still, they both craved it enough to work it into their day to day schedules. 

This something was tickling. 

It was kind of embarrassing, George had to admit. He was shy about this particular thing with anyone else, always finding ways to escape when his other friends would attempt to start this type of play with him, finding that he really only had a taste for it when he was with Dream. He couldn’t explain it, but it made me feel like he was floating, essentially up on Cloud 9 anytime one of them initiated it. Especially when it was Dream. 

He could be doing anything - sleeping on the couch, watching a movie in the theater room, making food, cuddling - and he was always surprised when Dream’s hands would appear seemingly out of thin air, never hearing the other approach from behind him. Dream’s hands always landed in one of two spots; his hips or his ribs. 

George had been in the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for a snack, his arms raised as he reached for the chips on one of the higher shelves. He grabbed the bag with his pointer and middle finger, barely reaching but somehow coaxing the chips to fall into his hands. He quickly dropped them on the counter with a squeal, arms shooting down to his sides when he felt two squeezes in quick succession to his ribs. 

“Dreheam!” He whined, leaning his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder as he dipped down to wrap his arms around George’s waist. Although Dream had stopped the tickling, the feelings still lingered, a few stray giggles bubbling up his throat and into the small space between them. Dream squeezed tighter, resting his chin on George’s shoulder as he swayed back and forth slightly, eyes closed as he smiled against the smaller boy’s ear. 

“Yes, my love?” Dream answered, his voice low, almost a whisper as he attempted the worst British accent George had ever heard. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, knowing Dream was kidding but feeling the butterflies erupt in his stomach regardless. The brunette whined again, Dream’s arms loosening around him briefly when George turned to face him, looking up into the bright green eyes he could finally admire up close. He was able to see the specks of gold throughout the iris, along with the little brown dot that made its home in Dream’s right eye. 

“What?” The blonde asked nervously, eyes now looking to the side as his cheeks turned a dusty pink, embarrassed at how intensely George was studying him. 

“Nothing, just fawning over you. Can I not adore my boyfriend in peace?” George giggled as Dream let out a groan, leaning forward and placing his forehead against the older boy’s shoulder. George giggled a little harder at the action, wrapping his hands around Dream’s waist and rubbing a soothing hand along his upper back. “What’s wrong, puppy, is there a problem?”

“Oh just…shut up, you little idiot.” Dream mumbled against the shirt he was currently buried in, hugging him tighter with a giggle escaping him even as he tried to sound annoyed. But George knew better - Dream was never annoyed with him. No matter how good of an actor Dream may think he is, George always knew better. 

“I’m an idiot, am I?” George lowered his voice, matching Dream’s tone from the minutes before when he was purring out his words into George’s own ear. He made sure to turn his head so that his lips were pressed against the shell of Dream’s ear as he spoke, smirking when the blonde’s shoulders came up to try and protect it. “Well, I guess you don’t want the surprise I had in mind to cheer you up.” 

“No! What surprise?” Dream stood up quickly, straightening his back and moving his arms from around George’s waist to grip his shoulders, squeezing slightly. The blonde was pouting, looking down at him with the biggest puppy eyes George had ever seen. 

“I don’t know! I’m just an idiot, remember? I forgot what the surprise was.” 

“George!” 

“What?! You’re the one who insulted me!” 

“You know I didn’t mean it!” Dream let out a huff of air in frustration, somewhere between a groan and a growl before leaning his head back against George’s shoulder, landing a little harder than intended and breaking out into bright giggles when the brunette let out a yelp. “Come on, baby, please? For me?” 

The brunette let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning his head to the side to rest against Dream’s. He hugged the taller boy tighter to him, finding it hard to keep his affection in check when he was acting this adorable. George knew that Dream knew that his little pleas always got to him, and hated that he was being molded by Dream like he was putty to get what he wanted. 

George hated that it always worked. 

“Alright you big cry baby, stand up then.” He pushed at Dream’s shoulders, chuckling when he let out a scoff at the name George had called him, the elder always using it on him whenever he was being pouty. Dream adjusted himself, reaching up to fix the Techno cat beanie that seemed to be sewn into his hair with how much he wore it. The blonde was staring down at the smaller boy, bouncing up and down on his toes as he waited for George to continue. 

“You wanna know what your surprise is?” 

“Yes please.” 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Yes! I just said I did!” 

“Are you reaaaaally sure?” 

“George!”

Dream was smiling through his words, trying to press his lips together in a straight line to seem more intimidating but failing miserably. How could he not smile every time he saw George smiling? It was contagious, spreading as easily as the common cold, and Dream caught it every single time. 

“Okahay okay! Here, you can have your surprise.” George was giggling at Dream’s impatience, wanting to drag it out more but knowing that he would be knocked down a peg or two if he tried. And he wasn’t about to open up that can of worms, at least not in that way. George was a planner, and he had already mapped out the idea for retaliation in his head. It was time to set it in motion. 

George leaned forward on his toes, pushing himself up with his lips parted slightly, puckering them when Dream’s lips moved to meet him halfway. When Dream’s eyes slipped closed George made his move, using both hands to quickly scribble into the blonde’s tummy with as much pressure as he could. 

Dream’s eyes immediately shot open, not expecting the tickly fingers against his stomach and doubling over as he laughed loudly, the cackles bouncing around the walls of the kitchen and flowing back into George’s ears. He was smiling as he continued to tickle him, leaning his head to the side and listening to Dream’s laugh like it was the best symphony he’d ever heard. 

But getting lost to the sound of Dream’s giggles was dangerous - George had learned this the hard way many times. It seemed as if he’d have to learn once again as Dream’s hands were suddenly gripping the smaller boy’s wrists together in one hand, successfully stopping the tickling as he straightened up, panting through his remaining giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The look in Dream’s eyes was intense, staring into George’s with the intent to attack. The brunette pulled at his wrists, whimpering when Dream held onto them with a tight grip. 

“D-Dreheam, let go!” George pulled at his wrists again, this time a little harder. He was surprised when he felt Dream’s grasp loosen, allowing him to pull his hands back and hold them against his chest to protect himself. Dream was still staring, looking as if he could swallow George whole if he really wanted to, but a chill ran down George’s spine as the blonde began to smirk. 

“I- Dream I’m-”

“Save it.” 

“What?! Dream, what are you-”

“George,” Dream’s stern tone of voice stopped George’s train of thought, causing his jaw to drop slightly when he saw the blonde lean in close, almost touching his nose to George’s as he continued to speak. “I suggest you run.”

The elder didn’t give himself a chance to pick a destination within the house, only worrying about getting away from Dream, letting his feet carry him wherever they go. He was sprinting towards the steps, frantic laughter exploding from him as the taller boy chased behind him. 

“Oh Geeeeorgeee~!” Dream called as he followed George up the steps, watching the brunette disappear down the hallway at the top of the steps. The blonde was chasing him, but he wasn’t in any hurry - he wanted George to think that he actually had a chance at escaping. That was one of Dream’s favorite things to do - make the lee think they have a chance, just to tear them down into tickly little bits to show them how wrong they were. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Dream heard his blaring screams echoing down the long corridor as he finally reached the top step, just in time to see George’s door slam shut. The younger man chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way down the hallway with minimal sound. 

George was panicking now, looking around his room for places to hide, knowing Dream was going to burst through his door at any second. His eyes landed on the bed as he contemplated squirming his way underneath, but he quickly changed his mind. He knew it was too obvious and he’d be found immediately. Another look around the room and he briefly thought about hiding under his desk as well, but ruled that out when he thought about how exposed he’d be. One last look and George suddenly found a worthy hiding spot - his closet. 

“Here comes the tickle monster!” 

“Shit!” he mumbled under his breath as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer to his room, surging forward and flinging the doors to his closet open before stepping inside. He made sure to close the doors softly, slowly releasing the handles until he heard them lock securely in place. George sat on the floor of his closet, crawling backwards until his body hit the wall. The sudden sound of his bedroom door opening had him flinging a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he tried his hardest to listen and pinpoint where Dream was within his room. 

“I know you’re in here, Georgie…” He heard the blonde’s voice coming from somewhere across the room, presumably checking under the bed. A second later he heard his blankets ruffling, followed by a loud “AHA!” coming from Dream. George thanked his lucky stars he didn’t settle for his original thought for a hiding spot. 

“Looks like someone got a little smarter at hide and seek, huh?” 

George could practically hear his heart beating, feeling it pounding in his chest as he moved to clamp his free hand over his mouth as well. He was aware of his breathing and how loud it was, and tried to adjust accordingly; every inhale was shallow, and every exhale was shaky as he tried to keep the noise to a minimum. 

“I’m gonna find you, baby. You know you can’t hide from me for long.” He rolled his eyes as he heard the smirk in Dream’s voice, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly at the comment from the younger boy. George sat up slightly, trying to look through the crack of the door to see if he could see any movement when suddenly the closet doors flung open, allowing the light to pour in and reveal the brunette in his vulnerable position on the ground. 

“GOTCHA GEORGIE!” Dream was cackling like a witch, lunging forward and grabbing at George with both hands, laughing harder when George’s limbs kept evading capture. He was flailing against the carpet, kicking up and thrashing his arms in every direction to keep Dream from getting a good grip. 

“D-Dreheheam no no no! Don’t, pl-pleheHEASE DOHON’T!” 

The blonde had successfully captured one of George’s ankles, pulling it towards himself to allow his free hand to grab onto the other ankle. Dream stood up, dragging George out from the closet as the older boy shrieked and clawed at the carpet, even going as far as to grab onto the doorframe of the closet so Dream couldn’t pull him out fully. 

“So that’s how this is gonna go, hm? You’re gonna be a brat?” Dream sighed in faux disappointment, shaking his head slightly as George watched his movements with wide eyes. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, the smile never leaving his face as George tried to regulate his breathing, adjusting his grip on the wooden frame as he shrugged his shoulders at Dream. 

The younger boy giggled and shrugged his shoulders back at George before using his middle fingers of both hands to trace along the arches of the smaller boy’s feet, making him kick and immediately lose his grip from the door. Dream used this opportunity to yank at his ankles once more, successfully pulling George completely out of the closet and into the center of his own room. Dream smirked down at the boy beneath him, poking a few times at the tummy that was now on full display due to his shirt being pulled up to just under his ribs from being dragged against the carpet. 

George was smacking his hands against the ground, trying to push himself up on his elbows and kick himself free, but it was all for nothing. Dream made his way from George’s ankles to straddling his hips, laughing when the elder pulled his arms back and folded them across his chest as a way to try and keep Dream from taking them. They both knew this was useless. They both went along with it anyway like it wasn’t. 

“I’ll give you five seconds to escape.” 

“Wh- Dream, what?! You’re….You’re holding mehehe down!” George looked up at Dream, seeing the mischief sparkling in his eyes as he moved and wrapped both hands around both of George’s wrists.

“Five.” 

“Dream! Nohoho! Lehet me gohoho!” 

“Four.” Dream pulled George’s wrists away from his body, chuckling quietly as he tried to keep the stern look on his face. 

“Three.” 

“Nohoho no! No, baby, Dream, plehehease!” George was squealing as Dream moved both wrists above his head, pushing them into the ground to show George how stuck he actually was. No matter how hard George yanked his arms or squirmed side to side, he made absolutely zero progress in defending himself. 

“Two….” Dream moved both of George’s wrist into one hand, using his now free hand to wiggle his fingers in a claw shape above his boyfriend’s torso. 

“Nohoho! D-Dreheheam, nohot fair!” George squeezed his eyes shut to avoid seeing the taunting hand, regretting it a second later when he felt that same hand vibrating into the right side of his ribcage, fingers making their way down the bottom set to give the sensitive skin there some attention as well. 

“One! The tickle monster is here George, I tried to warn you!” 

“NAHAHA!” George was lost in a world of hysterical laughter, the sounds of his screams and squeals making it hard to even hear Dream’s teases.

“You only have yourself to blame, babycakes!”

“EHEHEW WHAHAT?!” George scrunched up his face through his laughter at the pet name, shaking his head as Dream began to laugh along with him.

“Oh come on, it fits! You’re my baby, and you’re sweet! Like cake,” Dream knew that if George didn’t already have his eyes squeezed shut, he would’ve received a huge eye roll at the cringey remark. “Which is why it’s just so tempting to just…take a bite out of you.”

George squirmed to the side when he felt a nibble against his neck, just below his ear, making him shriek before breaking out into giggles. The brunette shook his head again, making Dream switch to wiggling a finger under his arm, making quick but light circles over the fabric of his shirt. 

“Nohoho! Nohoho Dream! Dohohon’t!” He was pulling at his wrists, kicking behind him as he tried to squirm his way out of Dream’s grip. The blonde noticed and stopped briefly, using both hands to readjust the hold before pushing them down against the carpet.

“Dreheam, come on-!” George’s words caught in his throat when opened his eyes briefly, being met with the sight of Dream’s face, much closer than he anticipated. He swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to watch the younger boy’s smirk spread across his face. George could feel his face getting warmer, not knowing what to say now that Dream was so close. His eyes squeezed shut once more when he saw Dream lean down, feeling lips grazing against his jaw before stopping right below his ear. George squirmed with a squeak when he felt Dream press a kiss there before he continued. 

“Come on, pretty boy, you didn’t think I’d just let you get away with that, did you?” Dream’s voice was almost a whisper, sending George into a tiny fit of giggles at the feeling. He didn’t have the chance to respond, screaming out when he felt Dream’s hand scribbling against the side of his tummy, the left side of his body this time. George flung himself to the right, squealing again when the tickling hand followed his every move. 

“Dreheheheam! Nahahaha plehease!” 

George was thrashing, his fists opening and closing on their own accord. Dream’s hand never seemed to stay in one spot for long. As quickly as the tickling started on the side of his tummy, it was gone not even ten seconds later, now exploring the stretched out ribs. He felt Dream spread his fingers as far as they’d go, slotting all five finger tips between the sensitive bones before shaking his hand as fast as he could. George shrieked at that, somehow bucking his hips up enough to actually disturb Dream’s balance for a moment. 

“Oh my God, George! You just lifted me!” The blonde was laughing, stopping the tickling as he pulled himself together, allowing George to also get his breathing somewhat regulated as well. Dream sat up on his knees, scooting himself up a little higher on George’s thighs before lowering himself back down, situating himself before deciding he was ready to continue.  

George’s eyes were still closed, his head tipped back as he took in jagged breaths, when he felt a kiss against the base of his throat, making him curl in on himself. He quickly attempted to put his chin down to cover the area, but instead came to a stop against the side of Dream’s neck, unable to protect himself. George shook his head from side to side as his boyfriend shook his head, rubbing his stubble from his chin against George’s collarbone and sending him into a frenzy of frantic giggles.

“Staha-stohop!” George’s eyes flew open, laughing so hard he swore he would lose his voice after Dream was done with him. Dream sat up, leaning forward to give George a kiss when the brunette turned his head to the side with a loud whine in protest, giving Dream the angriest look he could muster up through his continuous giggles. 

The younger boy’s jaw dropped, immediately drawing butterflies out from the depths of Georges stomach, making them flutter like they were trying to force their way out of him. His giggles went silent, the two locking eyes as Dream continued to draw out the anticipation. 

When George opened his mouth to speak, Dream’s hand suddenly came back to life. Only this time, when he was expecting the hand to return to his ribs, his right hand made contact with George’s hip bone, squeezing and kneading into it with his thumb and making him squeal. His feet were stomping against the carpet, trying to push himself up by digging his heels into the carpet, but he was too weak from laughing. 

“NAHAHA!” His wrists were suddenly free and George flung them down against his sides, trapping Dream’s hands where they had migrated under his arms. The elder knew this game - it was one of his boyfriend’s signature moves whenever he got into tickle fights. No matter who it was with, he always somehow got his hands trapped under the other person’s arms. It was truly a talent George wished he possessed. 

“Oh no, baby! I’m stuck! You need to lift your arms!” Dream cried out in a fake panic, only making George laugh harder as a result of his idiotic act. 

“Y-You’re nohohot! Gehehet out!” George was squirming back and forth, head thrown back with his arms crossed over his chest, his hands gripping onto Dream’s wrists and pulling like his life depended on it. 

“Hmmm….” Dream sat back slightly, hands still kneading under George’s arms into the sensitive muscles by the fronts of them, smiling as he watched the smaller boy under him continue to laugh his heart out. “I think I’m gonna need you to lift your arms.” 

“Wh- Noho!” 

“Come on, just a little bit? I just need a little space! Then I could wiggle them free!” George let out a yelp as Dream wiggled his fingers to try and pretend to get free, continuing to poke and prod even as George agreed over and over again. 

“I said okahahahay! S-Stohohop I’ll do it!” 

Dream raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands slowly coming to a stop, no longer moving and giving George a chance to get used to the feeling for a moment. George brought his hands up to cover his face, giggling in embarrassment as Dream gave him a few words of encouragement. After a few seconds, George removed his hands from his face and squeezed his eyes shut so he couldn’t see Dream’s teasy smile. He made the jittery move of raising his arms slightly, his elbows barely above his shoulders, just becoming vulnerable, before flinging them back down when he felt fingers drilling into his top ribs. 

“DR-DREHEHE- STAHAHAP! WHY- I DIHIHID IHIHIHIT! P-PLEHEHEASE!” George could feel the wetness in the corners of his eyes as the tears started falling, his laughter finally sending him over the edge and bringing on the waterworks. Of course he wasn’t actually crying in distress, and Dream knew this, having experienced this countless times. 

“Awh baby, are you crying because of how much it tickles? My poor little kitten,” Dream teased over George’s hysterical laughter, falling forward slightly when George bent his knees, bringing them up and slamming them into Dream’s back. “Ouch okay okahay! No need to get violent!” 

“Sohohorry!” The brunette knew Dream wasn’t serious but decided to apologize anyway, hoping to give himself more of a chance of escaping sooner than later. It would seem his theory was correct, feeling Dream’s hands coming to a stop once more. Dream nodded his head and George took in a shaky breath, lifting his arms above his head slowly, making sure to use every ounce of willpower to keep them up. 

“Good boy, George. I told you that you could do it!” Dream moved his hands from under the smaller boy’s arms, grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling George up into a sitting position so the blonde could wrap his arms around him. 

“Nnnh…” The elder whined, wrapping his arms tightly around Dream’s waist and smiling into his chest when he felt two kisses placed on the top of his head. He leaned his head back, looking up at Dream and giving him a sleepy smile, eyes half closed from how exhausted he was as he continued to let out little squeaks and giggles from the leftover tickles still dancing over his skin. 

“You tired, baby? Did I go too far?” Dream’s voice lowered on the second question, letting out a sigh of relief when George immediately shook his head, letting him know that his boyfriend was truly okay. 

“I am very tired, you big bully. You just tickled me to death!” George continued to complain as Dream rolled his eyes and made a move to stand, gripping the smaller boy’s thighs and squeezing once to make him bark out a laugh before hoisting him up and moving both of them to the bed. He placed George down first, watching him make his way under the grey covers of his own bed before Dream climbed in after him. The blonde rested his head on the pillow, adjusting himself until he was in a comfortable position and giggling when George was immediately clinging to him. 

“I know I know, I’m sorry baby. You were really cute though!” Dream giggled again as George let out a whine at the compliment, hiding his face further into the younger boy’s neck. Dream ran a hand up and down George’s back, helping him calm down and allowing him to relax. Suddenly Dream gasped, startling George and making him squeak as he sat back to look at Dream with wide eyes.

“What?!” 

“I never got my surprise!” 

George broke out into giggles at the comment, rolling his eyes and lifting his left hand to run through the wild curls that were hanging over Dream’s forehead. He shook his head slowly, smiling wide as he moved his hand down to the back of the blonde’s neck, pulling him forward and connecting their lips in a quick kiss. He could feel Dream smiling against his lips, pulling back and opening his eyes to see Dream still smiling, looking at George like he was the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen. 

“There, you idiot. You got your surprise. Now cuddle me, I deserve it after that.” Dream giggled, pulling George back into the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around him again, holding him as close as he could get. 

“Alright grumpy. I’ll allow it,” George jabbed at Dream’s side, making him squeal before grabbing at the smaller boy’s hand. “Hey, don’t push it! You’re lucky I love you.” 

“Nn mmhn mm.” Dream heard a muffled reply against his neck, giggling and lifting the shoulder that George’s head rested on to get him out of his hiding spot. He of course knew that George returned the sentiment, but Dream wasn’t going to let him go that easily. 

“What George? What was that?” 

“NNh mmhhn m!” 

“Whaaaaat?”

“I love you! There, happy idiot?!” 

“With you? Always.” 

George let out a groan, pretending to hate how sappy the younger boy was. Dream just laughed, pressing another kiss on the top of George’s head before leaning his cheek against it, allowing his eyes to close as they both drifted off into a much needed nap. 

#lee!george #ler!dream #i love them #my toxic dnfer jumped out #and wasnt even as bad as i couldve made it tbh #i just love this trope #i love playful tks so so much #dream was a lil cruel #someone self projected huh #anyway #yay! #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[morganaseren]

Hi! I'd love to know more About We'll Lose the Grip in Waters Dark, the Poets must be out for Blood and the bodyguard au for the wip meme 👀

((I deeply apologize for how long this took me to get out. I work nights now at my apprenticeship, which means I'm on the weirdest sleep schedule... 😅))

Pairing: Leliana/Niamh Cousland

Rating: Teen

AU: We'll Lose Their Grip in Waters Dark Note: While this AU does deal with one of Niamh's worst worldstates, everything in regards to her relationship with Leliana will always be consensual. Honestly, Leliana goes out of her way to ensure Niamh's consent in whatever they do--not necessarily just in the bedroom.

In this scene, Leliana is lost in her thoughts while they're having sex. There's nothing especially explicit about the act itself, but I'm putting everything under a Read More due to length. There's also some mention of what Niamh's past was like before Leliana came into her life, but it's nothing graphic--a brief comment or two at best.

---

Leliana had remembered early on in their relationship how a simple hug had stunned Niamh into silence, words collapsing mid-sentence with the gesture. At once, Leliana had pulled back, wondering if she'd perhaps been too forward with her affection.

Upon Niamh's features, the surprise had been evident, of course, but Leliana also hadn't missed miss the flicker of quiet wonder and yearning in that gaze--perhaps from the simple knowledge that another person would ever seek to touch her with more than just lust in their hearts.

Past the depths of those bewitching eyes had been a soul so starved of such simple kindness, but beneath the oppressive environment of Kinloch Hold, Niamh had long conditioned herself never to ask for it, less it be misconstrued for more by the men and women who acted as both guard and executioner.

Her thrusts slowed then, unable to help the guilt that slowly crept into her. As Left Hand of the Divine, could she say she was any different from them? With an intelligence network that spanned nearly every corner of Thedas and the ability to command the death of any whom dared to seek harm against Justinia, Leliana was one of the most powerful women in the world. Did Niamh feel the need to chain herself to her out of fear that she'd be next?

"Leliana!"

And all at once, Leliana's worries faded at the simple call of her name. Her lover's usual soft-spoken voice had become high and tight with her arousal due in no small part to Leliana's ministrations.

Still, Niamh knew it was her there. Not some Templar or some faceless dignitary in the sea of contacts that Knight-Commander Gregoire had used her to curry favor with. Not the Left Hand. Not the terrifying spymaster or bard.

Just... Leliana.

And did Niamh not know her best?

"Leliana, please..." she begged again, voice breaking with the entreaty as blunt nails scrabbled helplessly against the back of her tunic. "I'm so close..."

"Shh... I have you," Leliana reassured, pressing her lips against the damp skin of the other woman's temple in apology for her distraction. "I have you," she repeated. "Just as you never need to hide your pleasure from me, you never need to beg from me either. I will always give you what you desire."

With silken heat still clinging to her fingers between the apex of Niamh's thighs, Leliana swiped her thumb in such a way that it immediately had the woman's body going taut beneath hers with a sharp gasp. Leliana couldn't help her own trembling as she felt velvet walls tightening and shuddering beneath her touch. She wound her arm behind Niamh, providing support as the mage's back arched instinctively with the rush of pleasure coursing through her. Leliana continued to work her fingers through wet folds albeit at a more languid pace, gently coaxing Niamh to the end of her release. It was only when her lover released the tightened grip around her shoulders and ceased shivering did Leliana finally pull out.

"Oh, good girl..." she rasped. She smiled when her words earned a lazy hum of delight at the praise. Leliana then peppered slow, tender kisses across Niamh's face, and the gentle laughter it caused was ever sweet music to her ears. "You did so well. Can you sit up for me? Ah. There we go. Good girl. I'm sure my desk can't make for a very comfortable surface after all that."

Leliana gently maneuvered Niamh's body to the side so that she could get her arms beneath her knees and shoulders more easily. With an effortless flex of muscles, she lifted her lover up and away from her desk. Carefully, she moved to seat them both into the chair behind her, settling Niamh atop her lap with the woman's calves draped over the lacquered arm.

"Are you alright?" she questioned, reaching out to adjust Niamh's robes, where it had settled awkwardly around her waist. Sheepishly, Leliana could admit that she'd been a tad too impatient to deal with the intricacy of the belts and knots there. As such, she had simply tugged and pulled at the fabric until her mouth and hands had unimpeded access to the treasure of soft flesh beneath. She could also see the marks dotting the area around Niamh's neck--all too visible now that enough time had passed--where Leliana had been unable to resist sampling the flawless temptation of skin before her. She was a delight in more ways than one, truly.

"I'm fine."

"You're certain it wasn't too much?" Her continued inquiries only drew a roll of those mist-grey eyes, but there was little missing the smile upon her lover's lips.

"You ask me that as if I didn't provide you ample incentive to take me here. Besides, your own attire didn't escape entirely unscathed either," Niamh remarked, reaching out to touch the vee of her tunic, where it had a more noticeable rip that split further down the middle. The lacing that held it together was now noticeably frayed, barely held in place by the eyelets that were threatening to split at the seams. "Hm. Leave this with me in the morning. Madame de Fer mentioned wanting to introduce me to her seamtress. I can ask if she'd be willing to mend this as well."

"As you wish," was Leliana's own response, unable to deny her, given how so rarely Niamh asked for anything. Granted, Leliana was somewhat distracted with the attention being given to her as Niamh gently adjusted the wide collar of her shirt. She quite enjoyed those small, exploratory touches. "Would you like anything from the kitchens?"

"Later perhaps." Niamh turned her head then to guide her arm back into the sleeve of her robes. "I don't think I can feel my legs ye--"

And then the other woman paused very abruptly, tensing in her lap.

Confused, Leliana's arms tightened instinctively around her, her senses immediately going on alert for anything that could have startled her lover. "Niamh?"

But the mage continued to stare ahead. "I... I think I've ruined your desk," she answered haltingly, disbelief evident in her voice.

Leliana blinked, letting the words settle over her before following Niamh's gaze to the object in question. Her desk had been unceremoniously cleared before she had laid Niamh atop it earlier. Before long, she had her lover's bare back against the wooden surface as they rocked against one another. At one point, however, she could remember feeling the faintest tingle along the nape of her neck during their coupling. It wasn't unlike how she could detect Niamh using her element of her choice out in the battlefield before the mage allowed lightning to strike.

It did in fact strike there as Leliana curiously eyed the fractal burns now etched across the wood grain, perfectly encompassing the shape of her lover's back in jagged asymmetry. She saw beauty in the chaos of its design, but she could also see the dismay settling into Niamh's features, and Leliana couldn't stand to leave her upset. She pressed her lips to the shoulder closest to her, still bare with Niamh's distraction.

"'Ruin?'" she repeated. "How could anything you touch possibly be less than sublime?" Leliana couldn't stop her smug grin. "If anything, I would consider it a compliment to my skills..."

And Leliana supposed such evidence would make working at her desk all the more enjoyable in the future.

Of course, her humor had earned her a grumble of discontent as Niamh hid her face against her neck. Leliana could feel the heat of the woman's blush against her skin, which charmed and amused her in equal measure, but she made no comment about it.

She settled her feet apart more firmly before rising in one fluid motion. Her smirk grew somewhat at the soft noise it elicited from Niamh, who was perhaps still surprised that she could lift her so easily.

"Come along, Mon Ciel Étoilée," she said, carrying her toward the side door of the office that opened into Leliana's personal quarters. "I do believe a warm bath is calling for us."

((I did not forget about your other prompts, friend! I promise! I just decided to separate them into two other parts since they were getting rather long! 😅 I hope you like this first one though!))

#illusivesoul #lee's inbox #leliana #female cousland/leliana #OTP: What If We Rewrite the Stars? #AU: We'll Lose Their Grip in Waters Dark #i was talking to someone ages ago about how Leliana gave off strict dom vibes in Inquistion #which is obviously a far cry to how playful she is in Origins #i present to my audience playful dom Leliana 😌 #whiiich probably gives her 'allow me. i can do that for you' line in Origins a whole new light 😏 #i have six more prompts to get to so expect more writing from me in the next week or so

[ticklishfanart]

For the raffle thing, if its still open,, 👀

Lee Leviathan and maybe Ler Mammon perhappppsss? :3c

Mammon is a asshole <33 they aren’t even competing, he just wants to annoy his gamer bro lol

#ticklishfanart #obey me tickling #ticklish!leviathan #playful tickles #sibling tickles #lee!leviathan #ler!mammon

[iloveticklingxx]

Oh nothing, just wishing I was receiving a massive amount of tickles right now 🥺

#tickle thoughts #lee mood in full effect #sfw tickling #playful tickles are my favorite

[ticklishturtlett]

Night-In

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW, Bondage. Minors, do NOT interact! Thank you!

Word Count: 2, 313 words

Summary: Romantic, playful tickling between Loki and the reader. Ler!Loki and Lee!Reader. Enjoy!

It was cold, dark, and quiet in your apartment. It was a blissful rarity on a Friday evening, and You were grateful. For the past two hours, You had taken advantage of the silence. You had pampered yourself, dressed in your favorite silk pajamas, and tidied up your bedroom. Now, You lay snuggled in your bed and wrapped up in the covers as You watched late-night TV. Everything felt warm, comfortable, and perfect.

Well, it was almost perfect. Your mind had been racing with the thought of Loki being with You. You wished he was there, but he was stuck training tonight. He would have made the night perfect, but your boyfriend did have responsibilities to take care of, even though you both wished he could have been with You.

A small smile settled on your lips, mostly due to the thought of Loki's gentle arms embracing You. He would have snuggled with You and watched the show even if he didn't quite understand it. He would have kissed the back of your head every now and again and encouraged You to talk to him about your day. He made life seem so perfect.

Your phone vibrated, and You lifted your head from your cocoon of blankets to glance over at it. "My King" flashed across the screen, and your smile widened into a grin. You reached out and picked up the phone with a cheery, "Hello?"

"Hello, darling," Loki greeted, his smooth voice whispering into your ear. "I hope I didn't wake you from your blissful slumber."

"I wasn't sleeping," You reassured, laying back down on the bed and holding the phone to your ear. "How's training?"

"It was rather pointless, I'm afraid." You heard a bell chime on the other end, and your brow furrowed. "I was wondering if you would be interested in some hot chocolate."

"Hot chocolate?" You glanced at the digital clock on your nightstand. It was only 9:30 PM. "Well, maybe tomorrow we could get some. You have the day-off, right?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I do, but I meant for tonight."

"Tonight?" You sat up quickly. "But I thought your training was going to last all night."

"It was," he drawled, "but it had to end early." He chuckled again, it sounding lower than usual. "A lot of the equipment magically disappeared after our first break. No one knows where it went."

You smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Magically, huh?"

"Oh, yes." He cleared his throat. "So, would you like some hot chocolate with extra whip cream or no, my Queen?"

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the pet name, a grin returning to your lips. You clutched your comforter with one hand, trying to lessen the tickly feelings in your stomach. He really did know how to drive you crazy. "I would love some, my King."

He hummed. "Wonderful. Then, I will see you soon, my love."

"Until then."

He hung up, and you clenched your phone in both hands, grinning like a schoolgirl. You bounced on your bed, excitement flowing through your body. He was coming home early.

Your eyes widened, and You froze. He was coming home early. You shot out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. You flipped on the lights and did a quick glance over your appearance. You brushed your hair out, frowned, then shook your hair out; unruly looked better on You, You thought. You thought about brushing your teeth but then realized your toothpaste might ruin the hot chocolate taste for You, so You would worry about that after you finished your treat. You would just talk away from him.

Finally, You unbuttoned the first button of your top, trying to make yourself look as sexy as possible. You couldn't help it. You two had been in a relationship for almost a year now, but you two had only moved in together two months ago. That incessant thought that You had to impress your boyfriend was ruthless, especially now that You were consistently around him. He always reassured You he loved You no matter what You looked like, but You still felt like you had to make the effort.

"Darling?"

You jumped and peeked into the bedroom, seeing the kitchen light on through the cracked door. Almost as fast as lightning, You turned off the bathroom light and sprinted back to the bed. You dove into it, quickly wrapping yourself into the covers. You tossed your phone on the nightstand, brushed your hair out of your eyes, and called out, "I'm here!"

The sound of his footsteps got louder the closer he walked toward the bedroom. The door creaked open, and You glanced over to see Loki standing there with two hot chocolates in his hands. A soft smile adorned his lips, and You sighed softly. Finally, he was home.

"I hope I didn't take too long, love." He bounded over to the side of the bed, handing You your hot chocolate. "I'm afraid I had to walk up to the apartment rather than teleport. The landlady scolded me once again."

You giggled, feeling the warmth of your hot chocolate spread across your palm. "She just wanted to see your handsome face."

He let out a hearty laugh, shrugging off his coat. He set it down on a nearby chair. "Oh, yes, I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she's forbid me from using magic here." He smirked, his clothes shifting into his pajamas. "Well, outside of the apartment, at least."

You hummed and took a sip, eyes roaming his slim form. "I love that shirt on you," you whispered, smiling at the Avenger's T-shirt You bought him for Valentine's Day. He wasn't technically part of the Avengers, but he did work with them. You had gotten the shirt for him as a joke, but also because it was fitted, and it looked incredible on his body. Of course, he knew this.

He smirked, leaning down to You, your noses touching. "I only wear it for you, darling," he whispered and pecked your lips. He hummed, his eyes closing for a brief moment. "Chocolate tastes good on you."

You blushed and set your drink down on the nightstand. You held your arms out to him. "I missed you."

His smirk turned into a soft smile, the mischievous glint in his eyes transforming into adoration. He climbed into your embrace, and You laid back, him holding himself above You. "And I missed you, love."

He leaned down, burying his face into your neck and kissing you softly. You sighed and ran your fingers through his raven hair. With one hand, he caressed your cheek, his fingers occasionally tangling into your hair and caressing your ear.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he whispered, coming up from your neck. He pecked your lips again. "You are so irresistable."

You smiled, your hands cupping his face. "You're the one that's irresistable, my King."

He hummed, leaning closer to You. His lips barely touch your own. "Call me that again," he whispered, his breath sliding across your lips.

On a typical night, You would have given in. You would have called him whatever he wanted and done anything to please him, but tonight, You decided to switch things up a bit. You two hadn't really played together in a while, having both been busy with your own responsibilities. Given that today had been good, and he was home early, why not spice things up a bit?

You smirked and slid your fingers down his cheeks to his neck and to his chest. "Make me," You whispered back, and You stuck your tongue out slightly.

His eyes shot open, and he smirked. "Oh?"

A small giggle escaped your lips, and your hands ran up his chest. "Don't you want to have some fun?"

He hummed then dropped all of his weight on You. You let out a yelp, giggling consistently. "Th-hat's not what I meant!" You shouted. You pushed at his shoulders, trying to free yourself from being trapped underneath him. "Why are you so frickin' heavy?!"

"That's quite rude," he chuckled. You gasped as he grabbed your wrists and shifted to sit up, holding them above your head. "Someone ought to teach you some manners."

"I'd like to see you try."

His smirk grew wider, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "You're going to regret that," he whispered then buried his face in your neck, kissing it gently. You giggled, the tickly sensation sparking with each kiss.

While You were distracted with his soft, delicate kisses, Loki used his magic to bind your hands to the head of the bed. His fingers trailed down your bare arms, twitching along the way. Your giggles rose an octave when he reached that one spot right above your armpit. "L-Loki!" You squealed as his fingers softly scratched there.

Loki chuckled then pecked your grinning lips. "What's the matter, love? A little ticklish?"

Before you could respond, his fingers moved to your armpit, scratching softly, and you let out another squeal, thrashing slightly and tugging at your restraints. "N-Not fair!"

"Oh, I think it's very fair." He pulled the sleeves of your shirt down. He held one of your arms down and winked at you. "After all, I only do this because you're enjoying it."

With his free hand, he used one finger to scratch at your exposed armpit. Your head fell back against the pillow, giggles pouring from your lips. "Y-You're a j-jerk," You giggled.

He chuckled then used all five fingers to scratch at your skin, making You giggle louder. "That is part of my job, darling." He dug deeper, and your arm tried to flinch, but he held it in place. Your giggles turned into laughter. "You knew this going in, after all."

After a few minutes of relentless tickling and your slight thrashing, he released your arm and kissed your cheek. You continued giggling as he sat up, straddling your hips. "I haven't done this in a while," he stated, popping his knuckles. "When was the last time I properly tickled you, hm?"

"I-I don't know," You giggled.

"Well, we should change that. Don't you agree, my Queen?"

"I think," You started, a permanent grin on your lips, "you should let me go."

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow, smirking. "Why's that?"

Your giggles started up again as he lifted the hem of your shirt to your breasts. "S-So I can t-tickle you, jerk."

"Oh, that's not happening," he chuckled and rested his fingers on your belly. "You are the one who's been practically begging me to tickle you."

"I have not!"

"Oh, are you sure?" His fingers slid across your belly, making you giggle louder. "I could have sworn you asked me to tickle you this morning."

"N-No, I didn't!"

His teasing grin grew. "Of course, you did!" He started scratching softly, sliding across your skin. You squealed and thrashed with each sensitive spot he hit. "I remember it very clearly. It was the first thing you said to me when I woke up. Now, stop lying and admit that you want me to tickle you to tears."

You laughed when he switched to squeezing your sides. Your back arched, and your eyes shut. You couldn't even speak. The tickle sensations with each squeeze were sparking so abruptly You were forced to laugh. It only made it worse when You felt Loki blow a raspberry into your bellybutton. You dug your heels into the mattress, trying to find some sort of way to escape Loki's torture. However, this only encouraged him further.

With another raspberry, Loki switched to squeezing your hips, making you buck underneath him. You tugged at your restraints, letting out short screams of protest and shaking your head wildly. Somehow, You heard his laughter, but it was quickly drowned out by another one of your screams. He had shot back to your underarms without warning, and You couldn't help but feel the ticklish panic set in.

"Cootchie, cootchie, coo," he teased into your ear, making you laugh harder and somehow increasing your ticklishness. "Who's the most ticklish Queen in the world?" He blew into your ear, and You yelped. "I think it's you."

"L-Loki!" You somehow managed to scream out.

"Yes, love?" he teased, grinning maniacally. "Would you like me to tickle you all night? I think that's a wonderful idea."

You screamed again, this time because You felt restraints holding your body still. You couldn't move. Even your head was forced down, your neck completely exposed for him to bury his face in and blow multiple raspberries into it. You thought you were going to lose your mind.

"Please!" You screamed once more before succumbing to hysterical laughter and forced restraint.

With one last raspberry, he slowed his tickles down until he stopped. Your laughter died down to giggles, and You could feel your body shaking from the experience, despite his restraints still holding You in place. With one snap of his fingers, the invisible restraints released You, and You felt your body collapse into the mattress. He caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss You on the forehead. "Good job, my Queen," he whispered as your giggles started to slow, and your breathing started to return to normal. He climbed off of you and nestled right next to you, wrapping his arms around You and pulling You into his embrace. "You did so wonderfully."

"I-" You started, still trying to fight for your breath back, "-hate you."

He chuckled into your ear, and You giggled again, flinching. "I love you, too, my Queen."

With a smile, You turned around and buried your face in his chest. "I love you more, my King."

He hummed and held you tighter, kissing the top of your head. "I love you most."

#loki fanfic #x reader #avenger ticklish reader #ler!loki #lee!reader #marvel tickling reader #tickle fic #tickle fanfiction #tickle torment #tickle fluff #tickles #ticklish reader marvel #tickle content #fanfic #loki x you #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fluff #playful #relationshipgoals #my fic writing #my fic tag #enjoy! #follow #share this #ticklish!reader #tickler #loki tickle #tword community #ticklee

[kanene-yaaay]

Secrets Plans, Silent Screams and Great Discoveries (Papyrus x Reader)

Warnings: None, really! Just some playful tickles with Ler!Papyrus and Lee!Reader. About 3.000 words.

Kanene’s notes: YEAH I REALLY DID IT LET’S GOOOOOOO. It only took like 6 years of knowing undertale to gather the courage to write this so. Never give up from your dreams I guess. Sdfgjukjhgfbn. Haaaaappy day everyone! Wish you a very lovely and great week :D

[~*~]

"THEY HAVE NO BONES!"

You snickered, hardly reacting at your friend’s natural loud tune besides pausing the documentary so you could give the skeleton at your side your entire attention. After a few months of friendship - full of shenanigans, laws of physics being broken or unnaturally bent, spaghetti and strangely enough a sock in the corner of your living room that for some reason couldn’t be moved from the floor?? - it became easier to notice the tells of when something has been eating the monster’s mind. A certain way that his eye sockets kept jumping from one side to another, a slight ‘tap tap tap’ of his gloves patting his femurs in a quick pace, the way his body kept swaying on the couch, as if Papyrus was physically stopping himself from doing something. All of these showed that something was about to happen soon.

Good thing this time it was just a random shouted sentence. You don’t think you could take another surprise spar slash training slash self defense class slash friendship special attack from Papyrus. Your poor body was still recovering from the last one from Undyne.

Still, the question had been sudden enough that, after all of your surprised snickers dried out and no further context was given, every single memory and knowledge about human basic constitution and anatomy fled from you (a human) and your mind (a, and it’s important to emphasize, very human like mind who has never been anything but a part of the homo sapiens sapiens species even since it existed) and all the parts of the human body that had no bones were immediately forgotten. 

Under Papyrus’ excited and expectant smile (when did you begin to notice the difference between each of his smiles, again?), you freezed and stared back at him with a default blank expression.

Staring.

Silence.

More staring.

Ayyy. That is some very productive interaction you’re having right there.

With no hesitation he met your eyes with an equal unblinking gaze, lowering his back enough so you both would be at the same eye level. You held this for a few seconds before averting your eyes to the television, realizing that the match could go forever since he was a skeleton and didn’t need to blink. 

The screen was still frozen on the exact frame in which the narrator amplified a hair strand in order to explain how proteins and activated genes made it possible for human hair to be found in different shapes, colors and forms. Somehow you felt like Papyrus wasn’t asking about hair. What had been the subject before this, again?

“NYEH” 

Allured by the sound you turned around only to find Papyrus’ face a few centimeters from yours, which immediately resulted in a yelp as you pushed the skeleton away, closing your eyes with a surprised bark of laughter that only grew stronger with the other’s triumphant shout.

“ONCE AGAIN THE GREAT PAPYRUS WINS THE DIFFICULT NON BLINKING HUMAN GAME WITHOUT BREAKING A SWEAT (EVEN THOUGH WE SKELETON MONSTERS DON’T HAVE ENOUGH SWEATS TO BREAK!)” He was quick to adjust himself back to his upright pose, red cape flying in a heroic manner behind him, moved by a mysterious wind that you stopped to try to comprehend a long time ago. “NOW, AS A PRIZE FOR MY AUSTONING VICTORY YOU, HUMAN FRIEND, MUST HELP ME TO UNDERSTAND THE MYSTERIES OF HUMAN ANATOMY.”

“Of course, Papyrus. But, huh, you know, if you’re curious, feel free to ask anything, you don’t need to win any game for it.”

Your smile was big and warm when he looked back at you with focused determination. It was hard to not smile when in the company of such a sweet, funny monster. You’re glad you both ended up becoming friends.

“OF COURSE.” He blinked, eyelights growing big and fuzzy on the corners and, before you could take a good look at it and wonder what it meant, Papyrus jumped to stand. “NOW HUMAN, I SHALL GO DO… SOMETHING! SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT AND TOTALLY UNRELATED TO YOUR PREVIOUS WORDS, OF COURSE. I WILL SEE YOU SOON.”

“Ah, okay.” Confused, but still more than used to Papyrus sudden appearances and disappearances, you began to stand from your comfy spot on the couch, trying to not think too much about how you expected your fun hanging out would last longer than this and about the sadness that suddenly filled your soul. “Do you want me to open the window so you can-”

But before you could even finish the sentence the Mascot of Monster Kind backfliped himself behind the couch. Your couch. The couch was right behind both of you and as it seems not very close to the wall if a three foot tall skeleton was able to simply backflip his way to hide behind it. That couch, exactly. 

…

Well, both him and Sans had been in weirder places, though.

(You would never, ever forget the time Papyrus simply asked Sans to come over your place for a movie night over his phone and then in the very next second you heard strange a sound in your closet only to open it and find the older brother cramped inside one of your forgotten shoeboxes making jokes about skeletons on your closet and walking a mile with no shoes or something like that.) 

However, even if able to do amazing things, monsters could be quite fragile and that was one of the reasons that made you basically throw yourself on the furniture to try to see if your friend was fine, an offer of grabbing some monster candy on the tip of your tongue before Papyrus own - surprisingly quiet - musings interrupted it. 

“The Human Once More Prove Themself To Be A Master In Improving Their Friendship’s Power With Nice Words And True Flattering… But Nyeh! The Great Papyrus Will Not Be Defeated! They Don’t Even Suspect That With This Hang Out And My Questions About Humanity I Created The Perfect Scenario For Both Acquiring Knowledge and Having An Amazing Bonding Experience. The Nice Human Friend Won’t Even Realize How Much Strong Our Friendship Will Be Until They Get Sweeped Out Their Feet With How Much Amazed With My Friendship Skills They Are. After That Nothing Will Prevent Us From Becoming Best Friends! Nyeh he he!” 

Oh my god. One of your hands fled to your mouth.

“My Awesome Bonding Plans Never Fail.” He wiggled, confidence oozing from his tune as he adjusted himself better on the tight place, a glimpse of something being caught by your gaze before disappearing again. Was that a kind of book? “Except, Of Course, For When They Do.”

Be still my heart.

With all of your will and determination, you held the urge to scream after witnessing such a sweet scene. 

Carefully, very carefully you turned back to face the TV, sitting calmly on the couch. A huge wave of fondness flooded your entire being as you waited for the tall skeleton to get out from his hidden spot with an expression full of serenity, as if your soul wasn’t babbling and shaking on your chest, overloaded with cuteness.

It didn’t take long before the spot on the couch right beside you was filled again.

“HUMAN! THERE IS NO NEED TO FALL IN DISPAIR, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS BACK.”

“Great to see you around!” Smile. “So, you were asking?”

[...]

So. That-

That is not what you were expecting.

Warm phalanges started tracing the shell of your ears, quickly following the path to the skin behind it, careful and delicate swirls and scribbles dancing on every inch of skin, trying to understand how it connected the shoulders to the head. A series of chills ran across your spine, spreading fastly an uncontrollable, giggly sensation that made your lip quirk with a hint of a smile.

Ok. That tickled. A lot.

“HUMAN!” Your body immediately tensed, the flight or fight instinct bubbling just under your skin, wondering if the skeleton realized what just happened. Were monsters ticklish? Wait, was Papyrus ticklish? That thought made a mischievous quirk of lips expand wider in your expression, battling fiercely against the tingles that had just gotten just a tad harder to ignore under those wide attentive eyesockets. You couldn’t tell if the mirth shining on them was playful or just happy. “THERE IS NO NEED TO BE SO TENSE. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER UNFAIRLY ATTACK HIS FRIENDS!”

His words did nothing to alleviate your questioning! Attack?? Like a tickle attack? Did he know he was tickling you? But Papyrus wasn’t exactly a subtle guy, he would have said something if he knew about your ticklishness, right? Should you attack him back right now? Could this be counted as a friendly monster spar?

While your thoughts ran a mile per hour in your head an accidental mishap happened, both of his hands momentarily slipping and tickling the underside of your jaw, fishing an unexpected yelp and a squirm that led to you almost scrunching up your neck in reflex.

That made him stop. Papyrus squinted his eyes at you, hands hovering just a little away from the skin, but for all the ghost feeling of phalanges trailing on your ears and somehow spreading all across your neck continued he could very well be continuing his research right now.

Hm. Perhaps agreeing to help him understand better the human body wasn’t the smartest of the ideas.

You tried to ignore the way your face began growing hot and butterflies started to wiggle their wings excitedly on your stomach, a reaction that only grew stronger when a fire of recognition lit on the skeleton's expression, a triumphant ‘AHÁ!’ floating in the air. 

“SO! Papyrus!! I’m glad that I was able to help. That was a very educative research so what if we stopped right here and continued to watch the documentary no-”

“NYEHEHE!” His loud, carefree laughter cut your babbling, a gloved hand patting your shoulder in a comforting manner. “FRET NOT, MY DEAR AND VERY SQUISHY HUMAN FRIEND! A FINE AND UNDERSTANDING SKELETON MONSTER AS MYSELF WOULDN’T HOLD YOUR INCREDIBLE, QUITE EXTREME TICKLISHNESS AGAINST YOU!” ‘Extreme Ticklishness’ If the skies wanted to send lightning to strike you right now that would be the perfect moment. “NOR WILL I LET THIS NOT SO SMALL AND IGNORABLE DETAIL PREVENT US FROM HAVING OUR ULTIMATE FRIENDSHIP MOMENT!” 

He scooted closer, hands open in your direction. Every word and gesture screamed amusement and yet true honesty. His chest poofed with his next sentence, his cape once again flying around. “DON’T WORRY FRIEND HUMAN, YOU CAN TRUST YOUR VERY ADORABLE WEAKNESS WITH ME.”

Papyrus looked full of hope at you and your melting face. 

Shit-

You needed to look away. If you continued to stare at the playful shine in his eyesockets or the way his smile was so big and hopeful you knew you wouldn’t be able to…

To…

…Damn you and your weakness for this monster. How could you say no to him in this situation?

“Alright.” You slumped in defeat, trying to not show how much giddiness and excitement were dashing across your nerves at saying those simple words, tingles starting to spread again on your tickle spots, butterflies now throwing a party and flying non stop on your stomach. “Go ahead.”

Afterall, it was just a bit of tickling, right? A little bit of it. You could take this. For Papyrus. For education. You definitely could endure a few seconds (or minutes, or hours-) of a tickly research, right? Yeah. Yeah, you could! For the friendship power! You aren’t even that ticklish, afterall!

His phalanges, once again, began trailing your ears, intertwining the light, maddening scribbles with a light tapping as he moved across your cheeks, leading to an unstable grin to form again on your features, the beginnings of an onslaught of titters jumping impatiently in your throat.

No. Nope. Not ticklish at all.

Shivers accompanied his movements as he followed the underline of your jaw, the tracing now escaping to your chin and neck, each new tap tap tap tap of the tip of his phalanges leaving a trail of tingles and bouncy feelings awake on its way.

You could take this. For Papyrus. He was being so incredibly, horribly and unbelievably soft with every touch of his that you could, you definitely could just not start giggling uncontrollably like a teenager in love from those cheesy animes you and Alphys liked to watch. Did his mindfulness make everything even more unbearable and your giggles gigglier? 

Yes. But you were not. going. to. break.

“HUMAN!” You let out a puff of air that sounded too much like a snort but of course it wasn’t one because you were not being affected at all by this research. “THE DOCUMENTARY MENTIONED ABOUT YOUR MANDIBULA BEING ABLE TO HELP YOU TO HEAR BETTER. DOES THAT MEAN THAT EVEN WITHOUT BONES YOUR EARS STILL NEEDS THE HELP OF ONE TO WORK WELL?”

“Y-yeah?” It took everything in your soul to not become a mindless puddle of titters and actually sum enough brainpower to answer him, even though you couldn’t stop how much higher your voice became with such predicament. “Actually, w-we snk- hahave little bones in o-our ears to hehelp with re-ressonance and hearing.” 

“NYEHEHE! I KNEW IT! EVEN THE BONELESS PART OF A HUMAN CAN REALIZE THE MAGNIFICENCE OF WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT IN LIFE: CALCIUM!”

Oh my god, he began scribbling his way to your collarbone, taking his precious time to outline every single inch of the sensitive skin. Your wiggles were an inevitability now.

“YOU MAY GIGGLE AND SQUIRM ALL YOU WANT, CUTE HUMAN! BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T BE STOPPED FROM HIS EDUCATIONAL RESEARCH. NOT EVEN BY YOUR INCREDIBLY ENDLESS TICKLINESS, NYEH HE HE!

“....EVEN SO. IF YOU COULD STOP WIGGLING SO MUCH, THAT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!”

It wasn’t even that strong of a tease. More like a poke of lighthearted fun between friends than anything, however it still made your cheeks bloom with warmth and titters uncontrollably spill from your lips, yelps and high pitched squeals being quick to follow the symphony.

“I cahahahan’t!”

"NO WORRIES! YOU CAN TRY AGAIN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! HERE, I WILL EVEN SHOW YOU A PIECE OF MY AWESOME KINDNESS AND BE EXTRA, EXTRA GENTLE!"

“Nonono!” You tried to protest but it was already too late, his determined drumming began teasing from the nape of your neck to the tip of your shoulder blades with no mercy, quickly making their way across them and getting dangerously close to your ribs. What was the point of this research again? “Pahahapys, come on!”

“GASP!” He said that out-loud, sounding delighted. And, if you could open your eyes and stare at his smile without immediately breaking in louder laughter you would be able to watch how his face got brighter with mischief. He almost bounced on the same place with excitement at how lovely your reactions were and how cool his nickname (His own nickname! Given freely from a friend! A human friend!! His plan was working!!!) sounded between giggles. “OH NO, HUMAN! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS ARE UNSTOPPABLE RIGHT NOW! THEY COULD EVEN GET ALMOST AS HIGH AS MINE!! HOWEVER, I, PAPYRUS, HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFEATED IN A BATTLE OF CUTENESS, AND NEVER WILL BE! PREPARE YOURSELF! FOR MY ESPECIAL TICKLE ATTACK!!"

“Wait, wait, wait!” Your voice failed when suddenly your sides were tazed unmercifully, fishing more noises than just titters and giggles for the first time. Your wiggling became stronger, your body trying to escape from the horribly, awful tingly shocks but being skillfully chased and attacked by someone who seemed talented in chasing and tickling dodgy targets. “But why!”

“WHY THIS, YOU ASK? YOU SEE, SQUIRMY FRIEND!” 

You opened your mouth to protest against such an unfair nickname but suddenly there were fingers rubbing circles on your ribs and scratching the space in-between them, being careful to give each bone an equal, especial attention and nothing more than a mix of a wheezed screech and quiet sorts were escaped from your mouth. 

“AS THE MASCOT OF THE MONSTERKIND I SPENT PRODUCTIVE NIGHTS AND DAYS LEARNING ABOUT HUMANITY AND THEIR CULTURES SO THAT I COULD MASTERFULLY EXPRESS MY COOLNESS FOR THEM IN THE FULLEST.”

You were trying very hard to pay attention to Papyrus’ words, however, that task, once so simple, only grew at each second harder and harder since your adorable, nice and totally fucking unmerciful friend - that was SO paying for that - found a rather delightfully weak spot right in the middle of the path that connected your side and your belly. And now he was taking his precious time to give to that ticklish spot plenty of scribbles, pinches and pokes, attentively watching your reactions to see which ones brought the best squeaks and made such a beautiful laughter ring happier.

“AND, OF COURSE, AS THE DIRECT DESCENDENTS OF SKELETONS IT WAS VERY CLEAR FOR ME THAT YOU ALSO WOULD HAVE YOUR OWN WAY TO BATTLE YOUR FRIENDSHIP TO EACH OTHER’S SOULS IN A BONDING (AND HOPEFULLY NOT HARMFUL) ACTIVITY. AND I WAS RIGHT! AS ALWAYS! OR AS MOSTLY OF THE TIME. BUT ALWAYS IN THE BEST TIMES!”

A curious hand gave your knee a squeeze, fishing more protesting high pitched giggles. Your own hands latched on the gloved ones, holding his wrists and attempting to push the offending squeezes away with no real heat or strength. A couple of scribbles found their way to the ticklish skin under the spot and a soft ‘nyehehehes’ followed the wobbly squeals created by such discovery.  

“THAT WAS HOW I DISCOVERED ABOUT YOUR TICKLE FIGHTS! WHICH GAVE ME THE PERFECT IDEA TO INCREASE MY FRIENDSHIP LEVELS. JUST ACCORDING TO KEIKAKU.”

And, just like that, plenty of weak wheezes, ringing laughter, uncontrollable titters, wobbly crackles, sneaky yelps and quiet snorts dutifully followed every squeeze, scratch, drumming, pinching, poking and any and every form of tickle attack that you could ever imagine, each of them hopping across your sides, armpits, belly, knees, ribs, neck and even your spine with both careful, soft tickles and horribly unmerciful attacks that, in the end, equally left you with a gigantic smile from ear to ear plastered on your face, leftover tingles still teasingly tingling and remanent giggles still giggling in the air.

You closed your eyes, taking greedy gulps of air, hands still holding Papyrus’ wrists.

“WOWIE! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS REACHED THEIR HIGHEST RANKS TODAY! THE ADORABLENESS OF YOUR SMILE AND THE PRECIOUSNESS OF YOUR LAUGHTER WERE ALMOST AS CHARMING AS MINE, HUMAN. YOU MUST FEEL VERY ACCOMPLISHED. AFTER ALL, IT’S NOT EVERYONE THAT CAN BE THE SECOND COOLEST.”

More giggles.

“Papys?”

“YES, FRIEND HUMAN?”

“Hohow high can your cuteness lehevels get?”

Papyrus froze, beads of sweat forming on his skull as your hold got stronger. 

“ER, YOU SEE, FRIEND… THEY ARE AS HIGH AS THEY CAN BE, OF COURSE! NOTHING LESS THAN EXPECTED FROM A COOL MONSTER AS MYSELF. NO NEED TO TEST IT OR RUN YOUR OWN RESEARCH.” 

Subtly, he tried to pry his wrists from your grip, more magic sweat appearing on his face when his efforts proved to be unsuccessful.

“Mm hm. Papys?” 

Papyrus’ hands mirrored your hold, arms tensing in preparation for the sparring that would sure happen.

“..... YEAH?”

You opened your eyes, a dangerous glint of playfulness shining in them. 

“Run.”

[~*~]

Random extra stuff and original bullet points of this fic (that has been changed as I wrote the fic because I can’t follow sht xD):

- Papys wants to know more about human's ears ("HOW CAN SOMETHING BE SO EFFICIENT AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH BONES!")

- He ends up discovering human's tickliness and continues to accidentally tickle them. ("NO WORRIES, DEAR HUMAN! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WOULD NEVER UNFAIRLY ATTACK HIS FRIENDS")

- But as time pass by and the reader continues to titter and squirm ("YOU MAY GIGGLE AND SQUIRM ALL YOU WANT, HUMAN! BUT THE GREAT PAPYRUS WON'T BE STOPPED FROM HIS EDUCATIONAL RESEARCH, NOT EVEN BY YOUR INCREDIBLY ENDLESS TICKLINESS, NYEH HE HE! EVEN SO. IF YOU COULD STOP WIGGLING SO MUCH, THAT WOULD BE VERY APPRECIATED!

"I cahahahan't!"

"NO WORRIES, HUMAN! YOU CAN TRY AGAIN! I BELIEVE IN YOU!! HERE, I WILL EVEN SHOW YOU A PIECE OF MY AWESOME KINDNESS AND BE EXTRA GENTLE WITH YOU!")

- Then he get hit by a wave of playfulness and decide to truly be mischevious with the reader and be like:

OH NO, HUMAN! YOUR CUTENESS LEVELS ARE UNSTOPPABLE RIGHT NOW! THEY COULD EVEN GET HIGHER THAN MINE'S!! HOWEVER, PAPYRUS HAVE NEVER BEEN DEFEATED IN A BATTLE OF CUTENESS, AND NEVER WILL BE! BE PREPARED! FOR MY ESPECIAL TICKLE ATTACK!!"

- Needless to say, his plan backfired. Reader got even more adorable. Oh noooooo. Papyrus loudly complains about that with plenty of teases, tickles and fake-sad 'nyohohoo!'"

~~

* Also, yeah, Papyrus definitely noticed you peeking at his hidden spot behind the couch but he thought that would be impolite to show that he noticed since you were trying very hard to not make any sound so he just acted as his great, natural self!

* “your body trying to escape from the horribly, awful tingly shocks but being skillfully chased and attacked by someone who seemed talented in chasing and tickling dodgy targets.”  yep that was def a reference about Sans and I personally headcanon Papyrus as a gigantic tickle monster that can AND will tickle his gremlin of a brother sdfrjukjhghyg

#Ler!Papyrus #Ticklish!Reader #Lee!Reader #Reader Insert #Playful tickles #accidental tickles #undertale tickles #undertale tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #help I forgot how to tag #you can pry papyrus being a great friends and a gremlin from my dead cold hands #hgfdsdfghj #x reader #gender neutral reader

[cantsaythetword]

Hehehehe got a little bit of tkls cause I was being an absolute little shit after winning the video games tonight and teasing everyone else for it

#he speaks #i get sooooo overconfident in certain lee moods lmao #like literally my friend was like “oh can u pass me that drink” and im like “oh sorry drinks are for winners only” AGDKAHSKAHKSH #and cause im not usually that cocky or anything he was just frozen in absolute shock and (v jokey playful) offence #ofc its all in good fun and its just stupid shit like that but still #damn i get so cocky when im seeking tkls lmao #im such a little shit lol #everyone seems entertained by it tho so thats good #my gf picked up on what i was looking for and so started tkling me and then our friend helped her out hehehe #briefly but still fun hehehehe

[cookiepie11]

Change it~ (stolitz SFW tickle fic)

Blitzø has such a wierd name for stolas on his contacts and stolas tells him to change it being the stubborn playful imp he needs some convincing..

lee blitzø, ler stolas (romance and tickles SFW!)

Stolas and blitzø was cuddling in bed both looking at blitzø's phone comfortably

"Bl-itzy!" Stolas said out of nowhere "why such a rude name for me?" He said teasingly

"what it's not that badd" he replied grinning

" it's litteraly creepy mouth aka one night stand" he said "that's so mean compared to your name on my phone"

"And what is my name on your phone? Fucking blitzy?" He said in a annoyed tone despite loving the nickname

"How did you guess?" He said and smiled "I even added a lil heart at the end!"

Blitzø blushed just a little

"of course it is"

"anyways you better change that name blitzy I gave you a sweet name you gave me a awful name!"

"ehe why should I?" Blitzø said getting cocky

"because im oh so upset at that nickname" stolas replied in a jokingly dramatic tone

"So what happens if I don't change it?" Blitzø grinned he was just being a little shiz to get what he wanted and he wanted affection

"I'll do this~" stolas practically purred and scratched his sides slowly

"Dohont you dar-dare!" Blitzø giggled " I swear to god I will kihille you- ehehe stolass STAHAP!"

"oh you shouldn't have got so cocky with me now my little imp" he teased "your laughter is so cute it almost makes me blush" he added even though they both knew his heart shaped face was blush pink

"SHUHUT THE - AHAHA NOHOO"

"say blitzy which spot should I get next? The neck? The horns? Or perhaps the feet? I can't decide! Why don't you choose a spot" stolas said knowing it would be a hard choice

"I DOHONT KNOW AHAHA!"

"you have to choose or I might stop" stolas teased though he wouldn't stop Blitzø's fun.

"PAHAHA UHH..THE FEEHET!" he yelled , they was all ticklish choices

"oh very well!" He said and grabbed his foot lightly , he started to scratch it softly

"PWEHEHEH!" he laughed with the cutest little blush "NAHAH!"

stolas grabbed a blue feather from his pocket and fluttered it on his sole

"TEHEHE STAHAP IT YOU- PAHAHA!"

"aw but you look so cute and you still havent said you would change it!" He cooed "maybe if I tickle here?" He said and nibbled his neck softly

"EEEK! NOHOHO STOLAS OKAYY ILL CHANGE IT PWAHAH!"

Suddenly he stopped and blitzø breathed heavily he had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard

"oh my darling did I go to far?" He asked genuinely

"No.." he stopped to breath "that was just fine..thank you" he said with a blush on his face and he layed back into Stolas's fluffy chest

He got his phone out and went to contacts to change the name

"oh you don't really have to change it blitzy I was just playing"

"nah I think this name suits more anyways"

He changed it to "my bird x"

Stolas almost cried at the name being the emotional bird he is but instead he just snuggled blitzø tight and kissed his forehead

"thanks you blitzy.." he said but he realised his little imp has falling asleep on him "aww..you do not understand how much I love you blitz.."

when heard that his tail wagged whipping stolas lightly

"shut up ya dork" he giggled half asleep

#sfw tickling community #stolitz tickles #Lee!blitzø #Ler!stolas #fluffandtickles #playful tickles

[intheticklecloset]

You should have gotten the dollar and if it’s not too much trouble could I get a Drabble for Bungou Stray Dogs Chuuya and Dazai tickling Atsushi

Thank you again so much for your help! I hope you enjoy this little drabble! It was a fun opportunity to write Chuuya tickling Atsushi! (And Dazai, of course. ^^)

~~~

“Chuuya, hold him still!” Dazai whined as he grappled with a squirming Atsushi, trying to roll him onto his back so he could tickle his tummy.

Chuuya cursed, reaching for Atsushi’s arms again, thwarted again when the weretiger quickly drew them away. “I’m trying!”

“Use your freaky gravity power to hold him still.”

“I can’t! You’re using your ability to stop him, and when I touch him you cancel mine, too! Idiot!”

Atsushi – for his part – continued to curl up on his side and protect both his tummy and his arms by forming a little ball on the floor, giggling from the silliness and impending tickle attack. “Guys, plehehehease! Wait!”

Dazai hummed. “Wait for what, Atsushi? Why should we wait when we can tickle you now?”

Chuuya made another grab for his arms and was once again denied. “You little—!” He snapped his eyes up to Dazai. “The kid’s got more ticklish spots than that! Just tickle him somewhere! He’ll have to unfurl eventually.”

“Nohohohoho!” Atsushi protested.

Dazai considered a moment, then squeezed his kneecap, nearly getting a foot to the face for his trouble. Despite his lower body reacting on instinct, Atsushi’s upper body remained tightly curled up and inaccessible.

“Must I do everything myself?” Chuuya muttered, reaching down to dig his fingers into Atsushi’s side, a satisfied smirk gracing his features when the weretiger shot one arm out to stop him. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it above his head before he could take it back, leaving one side entirely open. “There, Dazai!”

Dazai’s eyes lit up like a holiday tree as he wormed his fingers along Atushi’s side, gradually making his way to his tummy, at which point Atsushi’s giggles rose in pitch and he rolled onto his back. “Nohohohohohoho, wahahahahahait!”

Chuuya snatched up his other arm and sat on them both to keep him open and vulnerable, then scribbled his fingers into his armpits at the same time that Dazai went to town on his open belly.

Atsushi screeched with laughter, heels digging into the floor as he squirmed and bucked, a happy smile and pink blush showing off how much fun he was having despite his predicament. “Ahahahahaha plehehehehease, you guhuhuhuhuys! Nohohohohoho! Dohohohohon’t tihihihihickle me!”

“Whyever not?” Dazai mused, his voice in that teasing, lilting cadence that always drove Chuuya up the wall when he was the one in the weretiger’s position. The redhead shivered at the thought but kept up his own tickling, pointedly ignoring the playful wink his partner sent his way.

“It tihihihihihihihihickles!” Atsushi whined, laughter turning more frantic when Dazai finally dug a finger into his belly button. “Ehehehehehehe plehehehehehehehease!”

“I don’t know, Chuuya,” Dazai hummed, “do you think we should let him go?”

“After that little quip about ‘getting a room’ when he’s the one who walked in on us uninvited?” Chuuya snorted, leaning further forward to massage the tops of his ribs. “Not a chance.”

Atsushi whined through his laughter, babbling out apologies and pleas, but it was useless. When Dazai and Chuuya were on the warpath together, nothing could stop them. He’d just have to hope he could hold out long enough for them to feel satisfied in their thirst for vengeance…

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #playful #fun #tickling #ticklish #tickle #ler!chuuya lee!atsushi is a combo i wanna write more of now that i've done it once #so fun #also my experiment worked thanks to help from this lovely user so #more info to come on that soon!

[trashyswitch]

How to Tame Bowser's Army

Luigi ends up in the darklands despite what happened the first time. In his hand is a rock, and a UV flashlight...and after seeing the rock's true beauty thanks to the UV light, Luigi's discovery unintentionally reveals a tamer, more silly side of Bowser's army.

This fanfic was suggested by my darling, Drew. Aka: @anxious-lee-ler. Though I spoiled some of the story for you, I hope you enjoy the whole story put together.

I don't personally believe in crystal healing or Chakras...but I won't judge you if you do. I just saw a cool rock on the internet, and thought 'Oooh! Fanfic idea?'.

And here's what the Sodalite rock looks like.

Luigi walked around the darklands, unsure how to fully navigate this scary place he had ended up in the first time he arrived at the Mushroom Kingdom. The first time, he was a ball of nerves and this time…he felt no different. He tried to avoid as many turtle skeletons as he could, and jumped onto the rock pieces that littered the lava in the darklands. He looked up at the castle and gulped. Gosh…why did he ever agree to do this…

He sat down on a black rock and took a few breaths to try and overcome his nerves. Mario didn’t understand why Luigi would want to go back here after the nightmares of what happened last time. But…compared to being caged over the lake of lava on the ship and knowing he was gonna be a sacrifice…this was a little bit easier for him to handle. Though it didn’t mean the reasoning was any better…he was still stepping into Bowser’s territory without his knowledge. 

The thing was…he was trying to see if he could get some closure on his fears of the Darklands. Mario had stupidly told him that ‘if you want to lessen your fears about it…why don’t you go there and face it head-on?’...and Luigi took that question to heart. He saw how Mario always faced his fears head-on as well, and…he wanted to be more like him. Maybe a bit of bravery could help him feel better about what happened. 

Though…maybe he should’ve waited until he felt more mentally ready to do this…because currently, his whole body was shaking from anxiety, and his mind was already spiraling into a mix of real memories and worst case-scenarios based on those past memories. 

He got back up and dusted the ash off his pants. Ash constantly filled this place. The only things that seemed alive in this place were the huge trees with misshapen branches. Even then…he’s unsure if they’re actually living in this environment, or if they’re just dead and refusing to fall down just to scare him and spite him. It’s…a mystery. 

Luigi pulled out the large rock that was in his pocket. The other reason he wanted to go here was because…this was the darkest place he could think of, to try out this mineral he had found at a shop. The closet at home had given him a nice idea, but…It was crammed and it didn’t show the full potential of what this rock could reveal. He had seen pictures of it online, and he knew…he would get more success if he went to a really dark atmosphere. Normally he’s not a person who enjoys rocks…but this one had a really nice blue color to it…and the person who sold it to him, generously gave him a 2-in-1 UV flashlight half off because of how beautiful it was supposed to look in both normal light, and UV light. But the owner of the store had a dedicated room in the back specifically for seeing rocks like that…So…Luigi wanted to try it himself. 

Luigi walked to the lava river, and pulled out the flashlight. He pulled out the rock and noticed it was dark in here. No UV light shown in this place naturally…meaning he was correct to get the flashlight. Luigi held the rock up with his palm, and…turned on the UV light. 

Luigi widened his eyes when he saw it. 

Whoa…It was…gorgeous! Actually, gorgeous doesn’t even begin to describe it! The rock looked like a tiny galaxy at first glance! Purples, reds, bright blues, lavender purples…Wow…

He turned the rock around in his hand slightly and admired more of the colors that were on the rock. It…He couldn’t believe how pretty they were. This was so worth the extra money spent on it. He was right: This was the best place to see a mineral like this. With it being so dark, Luigi could see it in its full effect! 

“Whooooa…” Something said. 

Luigi jumped and looked up, almost dropping the rock in the process. “WAH-” He reacted before freezing in place. 

Oh no…A dry bones! What was he supposed to do?! All he could think to do was freeze right now! Cause if he screamed, then it may just make things worse for him. And if he runs, then the dry bones will start chasing him! So…he said the only thing he could muster. “S-Sorry…” Luigi mumbled. 

The dry bones looked at the rock, before looking at Luigi. What…was it doing? He’s just…standing there. “Oh…” Was all it said. 

Luigi blinked, unsure how to handle this situation. Isn’t the skeleton turtle gonna try and hurt him? Why hasn’t he called on his friends to doggy-pile him like the hooded guys in the masks did the first time?! Was Luigi even screwed?! He has to be screwed, right? There’s no way they would tolerate a trespasser while King Koopa is locked away. 

But…The dry bones looked down at the rock, and pointed to it. “Do it again.” It said. 

Luigi was taken aback slightly, but quickly fiddled with the UV light and turned it on, shining it onto the rock. The rock showed off its pretty galaxy-like glow. The dry bones stared at the rock with a very similar awestruck look on his face. Luigi was struggling to understand why this skeleton turtle liked the rock so much. He began to wonder if he should throw it away like a human playing fetch with a dog, to encourage it to go away. But…Luigi knew that the moment he removed the rays of the UV light from the rock, it would go back to darkness. 

Luigi quickly raised his guard when he saw the dry bones moving. It had started walking slightly closer to Luigi, attempting to get a better look at the rock. As a result, the all-too-familiar fiery pupils started to show themselves in its eye sockets. 

Luigi quickly widened his eyes and tensed up, preparing to run for fear of the skeleton turtle trying to trick him into being captured. “AH- H-Hold on s-s-sir!” Luigi mumbled, visibly shaking. 

…Sir?! Was this thing even a boy? Or a girl?! 

The dry bones stopped in its tracks, and noticed Luigi’s nervous shakes. He backed up to his original spot and turned to look at the rest of the darklands. “Hey guys! Come here.” The dry bones told the air. 

Suddenly, a few dry bones came out of the ground and started to walk closer. When they noticed Luigi right away, their pupils shined with fiery rage as they immediately started screeching and running towards the enemy.

Luigi yelped and started speed walking backwards. He had been tricked! And NOW THEY WERE GONNA GET HIM! How could he have been so stupid?! 

“WAITWAITWAIT-” The dry bones started standing in front of Luigi, attempting to protect him. His friends were coming quickly, meaning he didn’t have time to explain. He turned his head to the left as fast as possible. “T-The light! Show them quickly!” The dry bones yelled to Luigi over his shoulder. 

Luigi widened his eyes and quickly attempted to follow his instruction. He fiddled with the rock and turned on the UV light before shining it onto the rock and showing them over the boney arm. 

Suddenly, the dry bones stopped dead in their tracks…and started staring curiously at the glowing rock. The dry bones moved out of the way, so that Luigi could show them the rock. Luigi slowly started spinning the rock as he showed it off, revealing all sorts of other colors hidden within the little rock. 

A dry bones walked a bit closer to Luigi and looked closer at the rock. “What…is it?” the dry bones asked. 

Luigi reluctantly began to calm himself down. They were more interested in the rock…than in him. Not that he was complaining, of course. Distracting the enemy is ten times better than being captured and killed by the enemy. “It’s…” Luigi cleared his throat slightly. “It’s called Sodalite.” he explained. 

The dry bones looked at the rest of the rock, and pointed at a certain spot on the rock. “Is it a meteor?” It asked. 

Luigi tilted his head. Was he asking this because of the galaxy-esque look to it? Or because…he sees something different? Luigi looked at the back of the piece of sodalite, and widened his eyes when he saw the bright orange glowing dots on the stone. He hadn’t seen this side of the rock before now. The shopkeeper didn’t even show him this side! Maybe it was showing it now because of the lava? Or…maybe there was some other reason…

Suddenly, a red little nub came up and stole the rock right out of his hand! Luigi gasped. “Hey!” 

Then, a shy guy pulled his arm down, while another shy guy took the flashlight out of his hand! “Give that back!” Luigi reacted, holding his hand out. 

One of the shy guys held up the rock, while another shy guy turned on the UV flashlight and shined it onto the rock. The collective of shy guys all stared at the rock, awestruck by the mineral. “Ooooooooh…” The shy guys all said in unison. 

Luigi bit his lip. What’s he supposed to do now? Wait till they’re finished? Or take it back? He understood the appeal of such a rock, but…enough to steal it from him?! 

Luigi put on a brave face and decided to try and get the rock back. When he reached out for the rock, a shy guy quickly noticed his hand and handed the rock to another shy guy! Luigi widened his eyes and reached for the rock, but paused when that shy guy threw it to another shy guy! 

These cloaked men were currently playing hot potato with the rock, refusing to let Luigi have it back. Everytime Luigi would reach for it, a new shy guy would take it! The shy guys were so mesmerized by it, that they refused to give it back to its rightful owner! The same thing could be said for the UV flashlight. They just didn’t want to accept that it wasn’t theirs. They stole it…therefore, it’s theirs now. 

And then…The shy guys all jumbled themselves into a circle and started hiding the two items between them. When Luigi walked up, the shy guys turned to look at Luigi in a horizontal line with their hands behind their backs. 

“Alright, enough is enough. Give it back to me now.” Luigi ordered. 

The shy guys looked amongst themselves and started scratching the tops of their own masks with their nubs, almost like none of them had it anymore. But Luigi wasn’t falling for it. Not by a long shot. 

“If you don’t…Then I’ll body-search each and every one of you until I find it.” Luigi told them. 

They all looked at each other, looking almost confused or puzzled…almost like they didn’t know what a body search was. But their puzzling didn’t last very long…because at that moment, Luigi sprung right into action. 

Luigi grabbed the first shy guy and started poking and squeezing the shy guy’s sides. “Where is it?” Luigi asked, feeling around for any pockets on the hooded cloak. Right away, the shy guy squeaked and started wiggling around, letting out little bursts of surprise laughter. “Where is it, huh?” Luigi asked with a smirk. 

It let out its signature shy guy sounds in an attempt to say either ‘No!’ or ‘I don’t know!’, before covering its tiny mask hole of a mouth with its red nubs. 

The other shy guys backed up slightly, shocked to see Luigi tickling their red shy guy friend! Was a ‘body-search’ just another word for tickling? Or did it mean something different? Was tickling involved in every body-search?! The shy guys quickly started mumbling amongst themselves, unsure how to navigate an unusually tame situation. They were used to more aggressive punishments…not tickling. 

Luigi felt around the cloak hood and the neck before putting the shy guy down. “You don’t seem to have it.” Luigi said as he put the shy guy down. “Okay. Who’s next?” Luigi said with a smirk. 

The shy guys looked at each other, unsure. Whispering between each other, Two of the shy guys quickly pushed a random shy guy out from the line. The shy guy that was pushed out, grew shocked and panicky as he realized he had been non-consensually volunteered by the others to go next! He turned around and tried to get back in the line, but the other shy guys all pushed him back out to Luigi. 

Luigi walked up and gently grabbed the back of the cloak, before lifting the guy off the ground. “I guess you’re next in line?” Luigi asked with a smirk. 

The shy guy wiggled around, and began visibly sweating as he struggled to get out of Luigi’s grip. Luigi giggled and wrapped his hands around the shy guy, before squeezing and feeling around for a flashlight or a rock. “Keep still, and this will go quick. Okay?” Luigi told him as he felt the outer part of the cloak. 

The shy guy started letting out higher-pitched giggles, sounding a lot more feminine than the first shy guy. It attempted to stay more still, but still found itself kicking his feet all speedily. 

Luigi quickly noticed this difference in laughter, and actually showed off more of a genuine smile in reaction. “So you guys have different kinds of laughter too.” Luigi reacted before feeling around the neck and the sides of the red hood. “That’s a little funny.” Luigi admitted as he felt the back of the neck and up the head of the hood. 

When Luigi felt the back of his neck, the shy guy immediately lifted its shoulders up and kicked his feet a little quicker. It turns out this specific shy guy was really ticklish on his neck. But as much as Luigi wanted to learn more, he had to put him down once he came up empty-handed. 

Luigi put the shy guy down. “Alright. You don’t seem to have my stuff either.” Luigi said to him. “Anyone next?” He said. 

Quickly, another shy guy raised its nubs up into the air! This shy guy had a darker blue cloak on instead of a red one! And its mask was slightly crooked on its face too. 

Luigi couldn’t help the chuckle that left his own mouth. “You really wanna go next?” Luigi asked. 

The blue shy guy nodded rather eagerly, before running up and jumping up and down like a toddler wanting to be picked up by its mama. Only, this was an enemy that he was pleading towards!

Luigi laughed and shook his head with a smile as he caught the little shy guy mid-air, and started to feel his hands around the outer cloak for his things. “Do you know where my stuff is?” Luigi asked playfully. 

The shy guy shook its head and wiggled around, showing off more of a kiddish laughter compared to the others. It wiggled around in his arms and kicked its little feet in the air. But when Luigi felt around the armpits, the shy guy flapped its arms and threw its head back, laughing a little bit harder! Luigi raised his eyebrows in surprise at first, not expecting such a reaction! But this silly reaction from the shy guy, had only made Luigi’s smile widen. 

And right when Luigi got to the back of the cloak, he quickly saw a little glowy v-shaped light coming from the inner cloak! That could only mean one thing: The flashlight was turned on, and hidden within this shy guy’s back! Luigi moved his fingers to the top of the back bump, and started pushing down on the bump to make it move down the cloak. This only made the shy guy wiggle around even more, leaving the shy guy almost hysterical with laughter. 

“Now whose bright idea was it to give the most ticklish shy guy the flashlight?” Luigi asked teasily. 

The shy guys looked amongst themselves and shrugged their shoulders one by one. This reaction only made Luigi laugh more as he caught the flashlight that fell out of the bottom of the blue shy guy’s cloak. Luigi turned on the flashlight, and shined it on his hand to make sure it still worked. With proof that it did, Luigi put it into his pocket and looked at the others. “Okay. Now the rock.” Luigi told them. 

The shy guys looked amongst themselves, attempting to find the rock’s location. But a few seconds later, the shy guys stopped looking and shrugged their shoulders. 

“Still wanna do this the hard way, huh?” Luigi asked with a smirk. 

The shy guys all looked at each other, before taking off running from Luigi. 

Luigi widened his eyes and pulled out his flashlight again before turning it on and chasing after the shy guys. Luigi went to the left, and shined the flashlight on the backs of the shy guys to look for the rock. When he caught the far left shy guy, Luigi shined the light on the cloak to see if he could see any glowing. But when the flashlight came up with nothing, Luigi started tickling and feeling around for the rock on the shy guy. 

The shy guy squeaked and laughed, letting out a long fit of laughter that Luigi could somewhat recognize from an earlier body-search. The thing was, this shy guy had already been body-searched. But there were 3 of the same shy guys in red cloaks, which made it hard for Luigi to properly differentiate them! So now, all of them are going to be getting the same treatment. 

With the first red shy guy empty-handed, Luigi put him down and took off after the second red one. The second one was running with a light green shy guy beside him…a shy guy that Luigi had not searched yet. But determined to get the majority-colored shy guys taken care of first, Luigi focused on the red one. 

Luigi picked up the second red shy guy, and shined the flashlight against every angle of the cloak. But when nothing turned up, he put the flashlight into his own mouth and started feeling for a rock from outside the cloak. The red shy guy let out a burst of laughter that Luigi hadn’t heard before. This shy guy sounded slightly lower-pitched than both the first, and second red shy guys combined. So…this was confirmed to be the untouched red shy guy from earlier! 

But coming up empty-handed, Luigi put him down and took off for the last red shy guy. He knew this shy guy was likely gonna be empty-handed. But…maaaaaybe Luigi wanted to hear this shy guy’s laughter again…

When the man caught the third red shy guy, Luigi shined the flashlight on the different sides of the cloak. But with no shining light from the cloak, Luigi put the flashlight in his mouth again and started feeling for the rock with his hands against the outer cloak. The shy guy started letting out its higher-pitched giggles from earlier, followed by the kicking of the feet and the flapping of his arms. Luigi smiled and tickled this one for a slight bit longer, before once again turning up empty-handed, and putting it down. 

Then, Luigi took off running after the green shy guy. The green shy guy turned around a bit when it heard footsteps, and screeched when it saw Luigi getting closer to him! The shy guy tried to go a bit faster, but didn’t see the rock that was in the way of his steps! Its foot ended up falling into the large rock, tripping over it and barrel-rolling into a tree nearby. 

But as the green shy guy rolled on the ground before, something big and bright fell out of the shy guy’s cloak hood. It was pink, purple, red, different shades of blue, and slightly orange. Luigi slowed to a stop, and picked up the rock. It was his sodalite rock! This green shy guy had it this whole time! Luigi sighed with contentment as he held it in his hand. But when he felt ready, Luigi put the rock and the flashlight into his deep pockets and walked up to the tree. 

Luigi’s shadow surrounded the green shy guy, making the shy guy worried. It looked up at Luigi with fear, visibly shaking and cowering against the tree. The tree branches were too high to climb up and get away from Luigi. So all it could do…was accept its long overdue fate.

Luigi wiggled his fingers at the shy guy, before picking it up and skittering his fingers all over the green shy guy’s sides. “Just because you involuntarily gave me back my rock…” Luigi poked around the shy guy’s belly, making it squeak. “Doesn’t mean you’re free from the tickle weegee’s wrath~” Luigi teased. 

The shy guy wiggled around as much as it could, and laughed helplessly in his arms. All of these shy guys seemed to have one tickle spot in common: the sides. And this shy guy was no different. Amidst its wiggling, the green shy guy managed to wiggle itself so its body was facing Luigi’s chest. So when it realized what position it was in, the shy guy struck and tickled the closest tickle spot it could reach: Luigi’s neck. 

“EEEHEEK!” Luigi yelped and did all he could to not drop the green shy guy. “Hehey! No tickle backs, you evil nutjob!” Luigi reacted, tickling its neck in retaliation. 

The green shy guy leaned its head back and laughed while shaking its head, as its vulnerable neck was playfully tickled by Luigi’s nimble fingers. It was rather amusing tickling a shy guy. Luigi ended up having a lot more fun with the enemies than he ever expected. He would end up telling Mario about the experience, and though the environment was still scary, the experience would still help him overcome the fear of Bowser’s army creatures. 

Though it would take a while for Mario to fully believe Luigi ‘tickled the shy guys’, he would later meet up with the dry bones that met Luigi when he arrived with the rock in his hand. These dry bones would confirm that not only did he tickle the shy guys, but the shiny rock actually kept him alive long enough to make it back to Mario to tell the tale. 

Mario could not have been more proud of his brother for overcoming his fears…even if it meant he left without telling Mario where he was going…

#playful #body searches #sodalite #uv light #ticklefic #ler!luigi #lee!shyguys #just having fun #pretty rock go brrrr #the super mario bros movie