#tickletober2022

[dokidoki-muffin]

BANANA FISH - ASH | SHORTER A lynx in a hood.

Another repost of an old fic as part of Tickletober (trapped) 🤭 Same as last time with a redraw ✨✍💖👌 I hope you enjoy it 🤭💖

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Summary: Ash is staying over at Shorter’s place and gets his clothes mixed up. Shorter’s try to help his best friend quickly gets out of hand 😅

Notes: Beware ~ lots of tickles ahead 😉 (And cursy words 😂💥) It also contains a tiiiiiny hint of ShorAsh 🤭🙃 (Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language 😆) Another fic that is 3 years old! 😂🙈 And long af 😬🤣😲 But since a lot of you seemed to like the last Banana Fish fic I shared from the DokiDoki Timeportal I decided to revisit this one as well 🤗💪✨💖

Word Count: 4754

Shorter couldn't suppress a loud cackle as he turned around on the couch, placing his phone on the coffee table. 

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked the blonde teen, appearing in the doorway to the living room of Shorter's resident in Chinatown, swearing like a trooper. There he was, his genius best friend, who could indeed be impersonated grace, when he wanted to, bundled up in a hoodie that was just way too small, even for his slender frame.

"Well, what does it look like, moron?!" Ash snarled back, desperately trying to free himself from this tiny piece of clothing, looking very much like a lunatic in a straitjacket. He hated to admit it, but he was helplessly stuck.

Curiously approaching the adorable mess that stood in front of him, struggling to bring that hoodie back over his head, Shorter took a closer look.

"Oh..." he noted softly, eventually recognizing the red hoodie Ash was “wearing” as one of Sing's. They must have been mixed up in the laundry somehow. Knowing Ash’s morningly survival capabilities, it didn’t take a lot of deducting skills to visualize how one thing must have led to another.

Ash had been staying over for a few days now, after finally giving in to Shorter's continuous attempts to invite him to his place. To his own surprise, he had ended up enjoying it quite a lot. Somehow he just got swept along by the older boy's upbeat personality, making him feel like a normal fifteen-year-old boy once in a while. But even for a skinny fifteen-year-old boy, this hoodie was a hopeless case. 

"Need a hand?" Shorter asked his friend, who kept on squirming furiously. He even had to swallow down a giggle, seeing Ash blush slightly at these words, averting his eyes in embarrassment. The Blonde truly seemed to hate when he couldn't sort out his problems on his own. But in the end, he didn't have much choice. Displeased, he eventually agreed with a barely visible nod, frustration writ large in his face. 

"But for real now... How did you even manage to get into this thing?" Shorter grumbled in puzzlement as he tried to find a way to free his best friend from this misery, but as it turned out, the hoodie was a lot tighter than he had thought. 

"Trial and success, obviously!" was the sassy reply he received. 

"Pff... I wouldn't exactly call this a success." Shorter had to snicker at the Blonde's choice of words. He knew very well by now that Ash's extraordinary pride was nothing to be taken lightly, but given their situation, it was absolutely comical. 

"Fuck it... This isn't working..." he added after a while, "Put your arms up, they're in the way." Reluctantly following Shorter's call, Ash let out a mewl of discomfort as the Chinese finally managed to pull the hoodie partly over his shoulders, revealing a black sleeveless tank top. His upper body was free, but now he couldn't see, as the hoodie was covering his face, keeping his arms snuggly in place above his head.

Bending over in an attempt to see why Ash was still so perfectly stuck, Shorter ran his fingers along the edge of the hoodie. But his try to figure out where he could get a good grasp on it was suddenly interrupted by a very uncharacteristic squeal. 

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" the Chinese asked, startled by this unfamiliar sound. 

"N-no... Just... get me out of this thing, will ya..." he heard Ash's gaspy voice muffled by the fabric. Shrugging his shoulders, Shorter continued where he left off tracing the hoodie, letting his fingers slowly travel around Ash's stretched up arms. It was a matter of seconds before he was cut off by the next strangled whine that sounded even more pathetic than before, feeling Ash's body twitch away from his hands. 

Driven by almost childlike curiosity, Shorter rolled up the collar of the hoodie to uncover a deeply flustered face, immediately hissing at him on sight.  "What the heck are you doing?! Ouch! You're ripping out my hair!" 

On the one hand, Ash was thrilled to be able to breathe again properly, now that his face was freed. But on the other hand, he couldn't help feeling genuinely triggered looking at the dirty grin Shorter was bearing. Inquisitively analyzing Ash's agitated gaze through those tinted glasses, Shorter decided to drop his question. 

"Could it be... you're ticklish?"

Maybe Ash just felt particularly vulnerable, trapped with his arms up like this. Usually, he would have answered totally calm and collected, but something about Shorter's expression just made him blurt out a panicked, "NO!" 

Much to his disliking, Shorter's grin only grew wider, hearing his angsty little outbreak. 

Quickly trying to regain his composure, Ash put on the sweetest yet confident smile he could summon, elaborating his hasty answer, "I mean, don't be silly. Why would I be-AAHAH-!!" 

Before he could even finish his sentence, a sharp poke to the ribs made the teen jolt in surprise.

"You sure?" Shorter commented, highly amused by the Blonde's hilariously obvious reaction. 

Slowly retreating, staring wide-eyed at two hands eagerly wiggling their fingers in his direction, Ash clearly sensed that he was absolutely screwed. Not waiting for even a single second longer, he just started running. 

"Oooh, bad choice!" he heard Shorter sneer from behind, immediately picking up the chase. 

"Noho! Stay away from mehe!" Ash cried out, surprised by the squeaky sound of his own voice. Shorter wouldn't actually be so mean to use his helpless situation against him, right? He wouldn't actually tickle him now, would he?!

Desperately searching his genius brain for some damn good reason to argue his way out of this mess, Ash started to wonder if he was perhaps just overreacting to this whole situation. It had literally been years since his brother tickled him as a child. Maybe it wasn't even that bad after all this time. Maybe he had even grown out of it by now. 

But he still didn't feel like finding out! 

Especially now, while he was still trapped in that hoodie, limiting his defensive abilities tremendously. 

His heartbeat hammering against his chest, Ash made his way around the coffee table, hoping to bring some distance between him and the stupid idiot running after him, deviously smiling. His efforts were quickly put to waste, though, as Shorter just used the coffee table as a stepping stone to launch himself at the Blonde. 

Laughing at the almost girly shriek that must have echoed through the entire house, as he successfully caught his target, Shorter instantly wrapped his arms around Ash's skinny waist, hugging him tightly against his own body from behind. 

Flooded by a wave of adrenaline, Ash tried to wrestle himself out of Shorter's iron grip, even attempting to kick him in the groin, when he was suddenly distracted by a very unpleasant shiver rushing through his torso. Gasping in shock, he realized Shorter had started skittering his fingers up and down his side while keeping him trapped tightly with his other arm. 

Fuck.  So much for growing out of it. Cursing himself for believing in this wishful phantom even for a tiny little moment, Ash found himself squirming against Shorter's chest, trying to shake off the ticklish sensation that was slowly spreading through his body. Biting his lip to hold back the first giggles that were about to escape his mouth, Ash quickly understood that he was indeed still as ticklish as he had feared. Or was it actually even worse? 

Highly pleased with the reaction he was getting so far, Shorter let his hand travel a little higher, now gently digging his fingers into Ash's lower ribs. 

"Gah! Stohop ihit!!" the Blonde whined in response to that, still trying hard not to crack, but his shaky voice was probably not very convincing. 

"Hm? Why should I stop?" the Chinese asked in return, "Since you're not ticklish, this shouldn't bother you, amirite? :)"

"Or could it be…" Shorter dramatically faked an offended voice, "... that.. you.. lied.. to.. me?" 

Dragging out his sentence on purpose, Shorter accompanied every word with a squeeze from his other hand that was resting dangerously close to Ash's right hip, cracking the teen's facade at last. Involuntarily squeaking at every single touch on his waist, Ash just couldn't keep quiet any longer. Some more fingers gently clawing along his flat stomach eventually made him submit, breaking out into the most adorable giggle fit. 

Hearing this sweet, almost angelic sound for the first time, Shorter had to admit that it caught him completely off guard. He had expected Ash to be a lot more boisterous than that. Lucky for him, the Blonde was facing the other way, so the slight blush rising on those tanned cheeks stayed unnoticed for now. He had seen Ash smile every now and then since they had first met in reform school about a year ago, but hearing the usually rather stoic blonde genius actually laugh, was a first. He couldn't resist the urge to just keep going. 

Curious to find out how ticklish Ash really was, Shorter decided to finally use both hands to attack those vulnerable sides and ribs. Confronted with ten fingers at once now, Ash instantly collapsed back against Shorter's chest, almost knocking off the other's sunglasses with his elbow, his giggling growing louder and louder, slowly transforming into a bright, airy laugh.

"Oh... What's that?" Shorter kept teasing the smaller boy in his arms, "Given you're not ticklish, you sure are laughing a lot."

"Ahaha-! shihihit! Okahay! Lihisten!" Ash tried to argue now, as there was no way to get out of this with physical strength alone, "Youhu've prohoven your poihihint! I am tihicklihish! Nohow let mehe gohoho!" 

Giving an overacted sigh, Shorter pretended to think about Ash's proposal. Not without clawing his way further up the Blonde's torso though, drawing out more high pitched squeals as his fingers reached those clearly perceptible upper ribs. 

"Right you are..." the Chinese commented, faking to be lost in thought, "But on the other hand, you really did lie to me." 

"Ahaokahahahay! I lihihihied!!" Ash cried out in an utterly cute attempt to form coherent sentences through his laughter, "Buhuhut why wouhuld I say yehehehes?!" 

"Hm... Touchè", Shorter admitted snickering, "Worth a shot, but futile. I would have tickled you anyway." 

Not even giving Ash the chance to answer, he chose to suddenly vibrate his fingers against those highly sensitive upper ribs, causing the younger teen to let out a surprised shriek followed by loud squeaky laughter, "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-!! STAHAHAHAPTHAHAHAT! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!" 

Ash was hopelessly overwhelmed by all those unfamiliar touches. Unlike the Chinese punk, who seemed to bring his big brother vibes everywhere he went, being rather used to things like tickle fights, especially with the younger ones in his gang, Ash knew nothing alike. True, Shorter had been the only person so far who was allowed to touch him, despite his efforts to avoid physical contact with other people, but this was completely different from everything he had expected.

Eventually losing the strength to keep himself upright, his knees started to give in on him. Feeling the sudden extra weight in his arms, Shorter just followed along, sinking down to the floor, letting Ash slip from his hug onto the wooden ground, still shaking and giggling.

Gasping for air, Ash rolled over to the side in a quite pitiful attempt to crawl away from those evil hands when he felt a firm grip on his ankle, pulling him backward. 

Squeaking in panic, as his body slid across the floor, his tank top riding up halfway in the process, he ended up being straddled by the taller boy, keeping him securely pinned to the ground lying on his side. 

"Let's see if your lower half can keep up," the Chinese chirped, smirking back over his shoulder, as he was facing Ash's legs now, lifting the one he was still holding a little upwards. 

Without further warning, he started squeezing and pinching the Blonde's thigh in search of new sensitive spots, causing Ash to explode with frantic laughter on the first touch. 

He couldn't even see what Shorter was doing down there. All he knew was that it tickled like hell. All of it. He felt those squeezing fingers wander up and down his entire leg, but there wasn't a single inch that was immune to these new tormenting sensations. 

"AHAHAHASHIHIHIT-! NAHAHA-!! WHAHAHATAREYOUHU-! FUHUHUCK!!"

Desperately winding his body, Ash tried to shake off Shorter's assaulting hand, slowly making its way to his inner thigh, kicking his legs as much as he could under the other's grappling hold, but he wasn't going anywhere. He could do nothing but submit to this maddening feeling, squirming and laughing his head off. 

Just when he thought it could not get any worse, Ash suddenly felt five nails scratching across the bare skin of his knee, half exposed by his signature ripped jeans, screaming out with a yet unreached pitch of ticklish laughter.

"Oha! Seems like I found a weak spot!" the Chinese declared in a sing-song voice, as he began pinching around the kneecap, even letting go of Ash's ankle to dig his remaining fingers into the back of the same knee. 

Failing miserably to curl himself into a ball of defense, Ash felt like combusting into flames. Every fiber of his body was screaming one single thing that soon found its way to his mouth, "GYAAAAHAHAH-! NOHOT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEAHASE!! NOHOHOTHEHEHEHEHEREHE!!"

"Holy shit...", Shorter commented this renewed outburst in awe, chuckling to himself. He almost got that knee, he was tormenting with so much ambition, shoved into his face, as the blonde gang leader was thrashing wilder than ever under his merciless attack. 

He had suspected Ash to be ticklish for quite a while now, but he was genuinely surprised by the Blonde's sensitivity. The only person he knew, who was even more ticklish than this, was the owner of that red hoodie, which had granted him such a precious opening.

Letting up on Ash's leg, Shorter turned back around, giving those delicate hips a few squeezes on the way, noting the exquisite reaction he got from that for the next time. 

Ash was panting heavily beneath him as he effortlessly flipped him over on his back, settling down on the Blonde's slender waist, beholding a most adorable sight. Two green eyes glistening with tears of laughter behind a few very messy strands of hair covering Ash's brightly flushed face.

"You... traitor…", Ash huffed, his chest still heaving up and down, his face forming an unwitting pout, "You… said… you would… help me! And this… is what I get?!" 

"Oh, I will help you, don't worry!" Shorter cooed sweetly in reply, gently poking two fingers up and down all over the Blonde's upper body, "But I just can't let such a perfect opportunity go to waste." 

"Oppohortuhunity myhyhy ahahass!" Ash hissed back before he dissolved again in squeaky giggles, desperately trying to hide his face in his arm.

Most likely, he could have freed himself from this accursed hoodie by now if it wasn't for these greedy hands that kept roaming across his body. Every time he felt like getting a grasp on it to work himself out of this miserable cloth prison, a new wave of ticklish sensation flooded his nerves, draining his limbs from every last ounce of strength.  

Digging in the younger teen's sweet laughing face, he could now actually see for the first time, Shorter took a brief moment to enjoy this precious view. Who would have thought that Ash's usually so pale face could light up with so much color. Or that his nose might scrunch up in such a cute way, as his eyes would squeeze shut almost entirely. 

Realizing that he should probably stop tormenting his best friend soon if he intended to keep their relationship alive, Shorter decided to move in for his final attack. Seeing Ash trapped below him in this totally helpless position, his mind kept circling around one single question. How ticklish might those bare armpits be. 

Quickly grasping what was about to befall him, Ash started to shake his head in panic, "No.. Oh hell no... Please! Anything but that!!" 

"I was wondering... Is this your most ticklish spot?" Shorter asked with an innocent tone, watching in amusement how those green eyes suddenly grew wide, while the Blonde's struggling intensified, as he kept lowering his wiggling fingers towards their new target.

"Nooononononowaaait! Pleeeahahahase! Noohohoho! I cahahan't! Stahahap!!" 

Shorter couldn't hold back a giggle of his own, his hands now hovering just a few centimeters above those wide open armpits, "Why are you laughing already? I'm not even touching you!" 

"Ihihi knohohohow! Fuhuhuck ohohohoff!" Ash whined back, shivering helplessly under this impending attack. This was truly humiliating. Not only was he actually still horribly ticklish, but his body would now even betray him in the most embarrassing way possible. Why did he feel so awfully vulnerable to a little teasing, giggling like an idiot every time those fingers dipped down so deceivingly, just to stop before actually touching him? 

Nearly bursting with curiosity now, Shorter wasn't able to hold back any longer as he finally connected his fingers with the soft skin of Ash's defenseless armpits. 

It was nothing more than a few gentle grazes meant to test him, but Ash was already gone. Arching his back, desperately squirming under Shorter's lightly scratching nails, he immediately descended into uncontrollable laughter mixed with more or less coherent pleas. 

"Oh dear…" the older teen kept teasing him with a sickeningly sweet tone, "I figured you'd be quite sensitive here... That's the spot that gave you away in the first place... But if you can't even handle that much, how're you gonna deal with this?" 

Applying more and more pressure, Shorter witnessed how Ash was just falling apart in his hands. 

"EYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA-FUHUHUHUH-!! STAPSTAPSTAHAHAHAH-!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Eventually, kissing coherent words goodbye, Ash felt like going crazy. This was just pure evil. Neither could he defend himself against those tormenting fingers, nor could he escape this hellish sensation driving him to the brink of hysterics.

Shorter was torn. As much as he enjoyed all these sweet new sounds he was eliciting from his best friend, sending the blonde teen back and forth from childlike squeaking to panicky shrieks just by alternating the strength of his touch, he didn't fail to notice that Ash's voice became more and more wheezy. Not intending to torture the young genius into oblivion, he decided to back off, giving Ash the chance to come back from his ticklish subspace.    

Gently placing a few last pokes across his sides and stomach, Shorter finally retreated his hands, pulling the teen's black tank top back down on the way. 

Ash was dead beat. 

Gasping for much-needed air, he just kept lying there, a little stream of tears sitting on his bright red cheeks, his head feeling all giddy from laughing so much. He didn't even notice how Shorter used his exhausted state to free him from the red hoodie that had brought this calamity upon him until he received an affectionate ruffle through his messy hair. 

"Don't die on me, will ya?" Shorter commented on this utterly adorable sight. Swinging the tiny red hoodie over his shoulder, the Chinese left the room with a chuckle. 

Slowly opening his eyes again, beholding the artful wooden ornaments on the ceiling through his teary eyes, Ash couldn't tell if he had been lying there for just a few seconds or an eternity. With a tired mewl he slowly managed to raise himself from the floor. His body was still tingling all over as he dropped onto the couch, wiping the last remains of tears from his face, even a little amazed how hot his cheeks felt. They probably had the same shade of red right now as that stupid hoodie.

Still cursing the damn thing in his head, his trail of thought was suddenly interrupted by a piece of clothing dumped onto his head from behind, causing the teen to yelp in surprise. 

"That should be yours now," he heard Shorter's voice before he felt a weight settling down next to him on the couch, "Sorry for the mixup." 

Carefully inspecting the hoodie in his hands before pulling it over his head, Ash couldn't help grumbling out a silent complaint. This had been beyond embarrassing. He didn't even know what to say. 

Noticing the pout on Ash's face, who was clearly trying to avoid any eye contact as he kept staring off into no-man’s-land, Shorter let out a sigh. He had to confess to himself that he got carried away, hearing Ash laugh for the first time. He had learned a lot about the blonde gang leader within the last few days and he couldn't shake the feeling that Ash had really enjoyed being treated like a normal teenager once in a while. 

Yet again, it had taken months and a lot of work to gain Ash's trust and consent to be able to touch him. The longer he kept thinking about it, the more he could feel regret settling down on his chest. 

"You're not... mad at me now... Are you?" Shorter carefully asked, watching the younger teen bury himself deeper into his hoodie. 

Ash didn't say anything. His emerald eyes kept scanning the wooden floor, still trying hard not to look at this best friend. 

After a few more agonizing moments that definitely felt like ages, Shorter eventually perceived a softly mumbled "No..."

Sliding down even deeper against the backrest of the couch, Ash could feel the blush on his cheeks rise once again, a displeased whine escaping his mouth. 

"It's just... This.. is so embarrassing…" the Blonde continued after a while. "I... hate this feeling... When I lose control over my own body..."

"Right... Didn't think 'bout that..." Shorter muttered, a hint of rue finding its way into his voice.   "So..." he warily continued, "Do you... hate being tickled?"

Now looking at the ceiling, Ash took a moment to think about his best friend's assumption. True, he was not at all familiar with this kind of thing, and part way he had been thoroughly convinced that he would die right here on the wooden floor of Shorter's living room, yet it somehow felt like a weight had been lifted off him. Or maybe he was still dizzy from the lack of oxygen…

"I... don't think I really... hate it" Ash eventually concluded his thoughts, "I'm... just not used to it... that's all."

"I see..." Shorter replied with an ever so slight smile returning to his face, sliding a little closer to the blonde teen on his couch, "Then... you mind if I do it again?" 

Startled at the sound of those words, accompanied by a gentle pinch to the side, Ash spun around, his gaze finally meeting with Shorter's through his sunglasses. Once again this day, the Chinese had to swallow down a laugh seeing Ash's expression going from killer stare to annoyed little kitten within seconds.

"Nhg... Have it your way..." the younger teen grumbled at his best friend. Ending their mini staring contest by sharply pointing his index finger against Shorter's forehead, forcing the other to tilt his head back a little, "But I swear on this godforsaken hoodie... If you should ever dare to tell anyone about this, you're gonna go down in history as the ugliest corpse this world has ever seen!

"Fair enough," Shorter chuckled in amusement. Not that he planned on sharing his newly gained precious knowledge anyway.

"Now... About getting used to it..." he suddenly added after a few seconds, briefly enjoying the confusion rising on Ash's face, "... that can be arranged."

Watching with delight how the Blonde's mouth opened and closed without a sound, Shorter used his baffled state to quickly wrap his arms around the younger boy once more. Letting himself fall against the side rest of the couch, Shorter just dragged Ash along with him, eventually trapping the bewildered teen between his legs, with the back against his chest. Not giving him a chance for recovery, he started to scribble his fingers all over Ash's stomach and sides one more time. 

Gasping in response to this new, unexpected attack before dissolving into bubbly giggles, Ash couldn't help but facepalm internally on his level of idiocy. Shorter's intentions were just so obvious most of the time. And yet again somehow that stupid pineapple-head managed to make him lower his guard repeatedly.

"Whahahat the hehell are you dohohihihing?!" Ash whined, struggling to free himself. 

"Well, I asked if I can tickle you again," he heard the Chinese punk happily explain behind his back, "And you said yes."

"Ihihi didn't mehehean rihihigt nohohow!! Youhu jeheherk!!" Ash hissed back through his laughter, desperately trying to grab those tickling hands that kept gently poking and pinching their way across his middle. 

"Oh, sorry! Should I make an appointment then for next time?" Shorter cackled at his own joke while letting one hand travel underneath the red hoodie, now wiggling his fingers over any inch of bare skin he could reach, smiling along with the high pitched squeal he received for that. 

Ash felt like sinking to the very core of this planet. There he was again. Helplessly laughing because of his own damn sensitivity. But somehow, it felt a lot different from before. 

Less torturous. More playful.  Maybe even a tiny little bit enjoyable?  Still, he had more than enough for a single afternoon. 

Making use of his free hands, he mustered up all his remaining strength, gifting Shorter a deadly well-placed elbow to the ribs.

It proved astoundingly effective. 

Panting for air like a fish out of water, the chinese punk instantly sank back into the couch before emitting a pathetic whimper.

"Holy shit... have mercy..." he chuffed after finding his voice again, eagerly trying to rub the throbbing pain out of his ribcage. "That's not... how... a tickle fight works... you little brute!" the older punk wheezed out, frowning at the smaller boy who was still lying in his arms, panting likewise to catch his breath.

"Pah... serves you right!" Ash grumbled back in a devoted attempt to sound offended. But he wasn't able to hide that slight smirk forming on his face as he crossed his arms before his chest after pulling down his hoodie.

Throwing his head back against the side rest of the couch, Shorter let a few moments pass, waiting for his breath to fully return. His ribs were still hurting like hell. Ash sure possessed a lot of strength despite his slimsy look. 

Much to his surprise, though, the Blonde still hadn't moved an inch from this half-assed hug, originally meant to trap him. Shorter had freed him from his arms a while ago, but Ash didn't seem to bother getting up.

Fondly looking down on a head covered in messy golden hair, Ash's sweet laughing voice kept ringing inside his head.

"Jeez..." Shorter eventually let out a slightly melancholic sigh.

"You know..." he added after a while, notably unsure whether or not he should go on, "You're... making it damn hard for me not to crush on you..."

... 

Raising his eyebrows in astonishment, confronted with the non-existence of a much anticipated sassy reply, Shorter tilted his head to see what was going on. The Blonde was breathing peacefully, his head comfortably resting against the taller boy's shoulder.

It took him a few seconds to finally realize that Ash had indeed miraculously fallen asleep on him.

Feeling his face burn up at the speed of light, as he adjusted his sunglasses that were about to slide down his nose, Shorter kept staring down at the slender teen sleeping in his arms, in a wild mixture of bliss and bittersweet melancholy.

If only things could stay like this.  

If only they could just keep lying there, without a care for this cruel world, enjoying the first rays of afternoon sun that were flickering through the window.

Running his fingers through Ash's soft, slightly wavy hair, gently wiping those messy bangs from his face, Shorter eventually gave in to the call of his heart, hammering against his chest.

"You would probably not approve this... " he whispered almost silently as he bent his head down just a little, placing a most tender kiss along Ash's hairline, "but please... just bear with me for now..."

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[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 29: Ghost Tickles

fandom: criminal minds

word count: 840

pairing: spencer reid x reader (established relationship)

summary: spencer experiments when he finds out you've never been tickled before

“You’ve seriously never been tickled before?” Spencer asked you, surprise apparent in his tone of voice. You shook your head.

“No. I mean, not that I can remember. Maybe when I was little, but I haven’t been in the past 25 years. I don’t even know if I’m ticklish,” You shrugged, sighing a bit. Spencer pondered this information around in his head. He’d been with you for almost a year and he’d known you for 6 years before that. He knew that tickling was something couples normally did in relationships, but had never thought to do it himself.

But Spencer couldn’t ignore the faint pitch of disappointment your voice had when you said that you’d never been tickled like the girl in the movie you two had been snuggled up to watch together. So, he smiled and turned on his side to face you more directly, a smile gracing his features.

“Well… do you want to know if you are?”

You blushed a bit under his gaze, but nodded. “Yeah, I kinda do. But go easy on me! I know it can be torture for some people.”

Spencer chuckled. “There are two different forms of tickling: Knismesis and Gargalesis. We’ll focus on Knismesis which is just the light touches that give you goosebumps just to see where you’re sensitive.”

“Okay… yeah,” You breathed out, a bit nervous.

“Lay down flat,” Spencer ordered. You did as you were told, sliding down so that your head was pressed onto your pillow and your body laid flat on top of your mattress, hands resting comfortably at your sides. “Good. Now, we’ll try the most common places and if at any point you feel like it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”

You grinned and relaxed deeper into the bed. “I will.”

Slowly and cautiously, Spencer brought his fingers up to the soft skin just below your ear and gently ran them down until he reached the crook of your neck. A smile broke out on your face immediately and your shoulder scrunched up a bit. As he had described, goosebumps arose all over your body and a shiver ran down your spine.

“Woah. That felt like a ghost was tickling me or something,” You said, resetting your body back into the previous position. “It was weird.”

Spencer didn’t respond. Instead, he put more weight in his touch and used his blunt nails to scratch lightly down your neck again. You giggled this time and shrugged your shoulders up out of pure instinct.

“Okay, your neck is definitely ticklish. Give me your arm,” Spencer stated, holding out his hand. You eagerly held your arm out for him, watching every movement of his hand. He placed the pads of his finger onto your wrist and dragged them up to your shoulder, smiling with satisfaction when he felt the goosebumps return.

Then, without announcing what he was doing, he wiggled his index finger into the pit of your arm. You pulled your arm away from him and slammed your elbow into your side with another giggle. Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him.

“That’s a pretty common reaction. Most people are really ticklish there, even to the lighter touch,” Spencer answered your question without you needing to ask. “Try and keep your arm up.”

You huffed and gave him your arm again. Spencer gently pinned it to the bed with his own and fluttered his finger in the hollowed space for a second or two more. You genuinely laughed this time, your body arching away from his fingers.

“Okahay! That’s bahad,” You laughed, pulling your arm out from under him. Spencer smiled at your reaction and nodded.

“It’s a place not many people can handle,” He replied. He rested his hand on your stomach, looking to you for permission. You bit the inside of your cheek and hummed a small yes.

Teasingly, Spencer lifted his palm so only his fingers were touching the skin through your shirt and he slowly dragged them across every inch of your belly, sides, and up to your ribs. Every once in a while, you’d giggle and shift away out of self-preservation, but tried your best to keep still.

Spencer found a wildly sensitive spot just below your navel and slipped his hand under the hem of the shirt just to flit his fingers across it, laughing himself when you let out a giggly whine and pushed his hands away.

“I think it’s safe to say that you are very ticklish,” He uttered, playfully digging into your side for a second. You yelped in surprise and shifted away from his hand. Spencer laughed again. “There will be another time to explore the other kind of tickling if you’re up for it. For now, how about we finish the movie.”

Smiling, you nodded and snuggled back into him, letting a breathy laugh shoot through your nose when he pressed a ticklish kiss to the back of your neck.

Now that Spencer knew better, he’d be doing that more often.

#criminal minds tickle #criminal minds #tickle prompts #tickle fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #sfw tickle fic #ler!spencerreid #ler!spencer #spencer reid tickling #spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[shyticklemonster]

Tickletober day 18- nightmare

#tickle #tickle art #tickletober2022

[sleepysheepytea]

Day 16 - New Discovery - @/august-anon

this is probably one of my favorite drawings i’ve done for this month hghghg

i’ve also got another drawing coming later heheeee stay tuned

#tickle art #ninjago tickles #lee!lloyd #ler!jay #hehe #long post #ish? #idk #tickletober #tickletober2022 #sfwtickletober2022

[ticklishfanart]

Day 8: DEATH SPOT

yeah kuroo exists for me to torture so I had to make him the lee for this one. The captains are teaming up on him 😌😌😌

#ticklishfanart #tickletober2022 #haikyuu tickling #lee!kuroo #pinning

[august-anon]

Hello hello, everyone!! I decided to try my hand at a Tickletober list this year, since there’s always a few floating around! And putting it out plenty early for people to plan and prep, me especially lol.

This list is open to anyone and everyone who wants to use it! Do as many or as few days as you’d like, mix and match, do them out of order, substitute another tickletober prompt list alongside it, whatever you wanna do! And, of course, interpret the prompts however you’d like!!

And I’d love to see what y’all create, come October when it’s time for works to go live! My url can get a bit confusing at this point I suppose lol, but if you wanna tag your works as #augtickletober2022 I’ll be poking through the tag throughout the month to see what y’all are creating with this list!

Have fun everyone!!

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober2022 #tickletober 2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober prompt list

[homunculuslover]

Another prompt I did with was Prank/Trick involving two animatronics I made call Dill/Mini and Arte. Arte is a little prankster, but they don't work out for him a lot of the time. Dill has split personality. Dill a happy go lucky flower and Mini, a more mischievous side who likes to torment. Thus why he turns dark.

#ticklish #tickletober2022 #tickling #tickle art #animatronic #flowerboys #prank #prankster #trick #whipped cream #ticklish boy #ticklish belly #comicstrip #robot boy

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2022/Day 19 - Revenge

Genshin Impact - Kaveh x Alhaitham

As a click sound could be heard, Kaveh stepped back with a pleased smile. Alhaitham, on the other hand, already had a faint blush on his cheeks after exposing his bare stomach to his roommate while he finished settling his new invention.

The new invention, as Kaveh described, was a gadget supposed to help people relieve stress and ease muscular pain. Despite some bigger circles, the whole thing looked like a belt.

And, after a lot of pleading and puppy eyes, the engineer managed to convince his roommate to help him test it out.

“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt?” Alhaitam said with worry in his voice, finally lowering his shirt and testing how strong was the ‘belt’, noticing that it was firmly locked around his stomach.

“Ah, pretty sure, 70%, I’d say,” he spoke casually, making Alhaitham frown. With everything settled, he just needed to press a button and… it was on.

The sound of the vibrations were barely starting to get audible when the scribe’s knees buckled. Using one of his arms to wrap his stomach and the other desperately holding into the closest furniture as he tried to keep his balance.

“It doesn’t hurt right? I told you,” Kaveh grinned, listening to his roommates muffed giggles.

“K-Kahahveh- t-tuhuhurn it ohohoff!”

“Ah, yes, I will. In a while,” his words made Alhaitham wide his eyes, being struck in confusion, “or did you think I wouldn’t remember how you spoke ill of me a few days ago?” He chuckled, admiring his playful revenge doing wonders on his roommate.

Right. The scribe could remember letting out a few complaints about how his home would be turned upside down whenever Kaveh started working on a new project, leaving open boxes and screws all over the room. “W-whahAHat?! H-hng,” he bit his inner lip, trying to contain the wide smile spreading across his face as the ticklish vibrations started to cover his entire middle.

“Now, even though you can consider this my revenge for your nasty words, I’m still counting on you to test it out for me. So after you enjoy yourself with my new invention, I’ll be eager to hear your feedback,” Kaveh continued, now with a kind and warm smile on his face.

“NohOHOh, gehEHEht thihihis ahahaway f-from meHEHe,” the scribe cackled, finally giving in to the laughter as he tried to protest against the inventor’s plan, but only hearing a soft chuckle in return.

“In a while, my friend… Revenge is a dish served cold, right?” Kaveh chuckled after muttering to himself, gladly taking a seat and starting to note down the results of his new invention while enjoying the sound of Alhaitham's laughter filling the room.

A/N: Eheh, sorry for the delay (again) ~ It is still 19th here thought…Anyway, back to the fic, I thiiink Kavetham might become my new obsession when we get a clear look of what Alhaitham’s roommate looks like :,D but i’m already craving for content for them so here we are heheh, hope you enjoyed your reading!

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin impact kaveh #kavetham #alhaitham x kaveh #lee!alhaitham #ticklish!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #tickle fic #anime tickling

[c0metpunk]

Some Helluva Tickletober prompts :3c

#helluva boss #tickletober2022 #tickletober #ticklish #tickle community #tickle content #tickle art #tickling art #imp #helluva boss fanart #impsona #tickle fluff #tickle talk

[ticklygiggles]

Tickletober Day 9: Unusual tool

Ft. Mammon x Reader

You could hear him rummaging through your belongings. Opening bottles of perfumes and creams, smelling this and that. Humming in approval and dislike.

The noise he made wasn't enough to distract you from your studies, but you couldn't help but listen carefully, chuckling to yourself when he said intelligible things under his breath.

"What's this?" He suddenly asked, turning around to show you the object on his hands.

"That's an electrical face brush," you said, giving it a quick glance before turning back to your notebook. "Asmo gave it to me."

Mammon simply hummed and he turned it on. The soft buzz made you look up at him and you hid a smile behind your hand when you saw him pressing the spinning brush to his nose and cheeks. He seemed pleased, smiling at the soft, and suddenly a fun idea popped into your head.

"It has another function."

"What function?"

You extended your hand and he placed the brush on your palm. "C'mere, I'll show you. Lift your shirt."

"W-W-What?! Are ya crazy?!" He blushed heavily and wrapped his jacket tightly around himself.

You rolled your eyes. "Hurry! I've seen you shirtless many times before!"

Mammon pouted, "ya human, how dare ya talk to the Great Mammon like this" he said, but he lifted his shirt either way. "Ya could at least say pleheHEHE!"

A laugh immediately flowed past his lips when you pressed the brush against his hip poking from his waistline. He jerked away heavily and looked at you with wide eyes.

"Did that tickle?" You asked, smirking.

"W-What did ya do?!" He squeaked, flushing to his ears and pulling his shirt down. "D-Dontcha d-do that a-anymore, did ya he-

"To the bed. Hands up. Don't move."

Mammon felt tingles on his back as he followed your orders against his will. He screeched as he moved to your bed and lifted his arms above his head; his body going completely still.

He whined, "I hate it when ya do this!" He said, trying to move, but it was useless, the pact was already doing what it did best: obey you.

You chuckled, sitting beside him on the bed. "And I hate it when you keep interrupting my studies." That was a lie, of course, but there really wasn't any other reason for you to be doing this, besides wanting to see his smile and play with him a little.

"I wasn't! You coulda told me that- eek! Whatcha doing?!" He squeaked when you lifted his shirt to his ribs. "I'm- I'm s-serious!"

You giggled and nodded. "I am too, Mammon." You turned the brush on again and immediately pressed it to his stomach, right above his belly button.

Mammon shrieked, giggling desperately as the bristles kissed his warm skin. His body barely twitched, completely still under your orders. You smirked, your heart fluttering at his giggles. You moved the brush around his tummy: circling his navel, brushing against his lower tummy, drawing zigzags on the sides of his belly and even pressing it against his belly button.

"Gahahahaha! Stahahap! Hyahahaha! It tihihickles!"

You gasped, "it tickles?! Don't tell me!" You said, sarcastically. "No way, it can't tickle. What about here?"

"AHAHA! D-Dohohon't be mehehean! Nohohot thehere!" He begged when you pulled his pants down a bit to expose his hip, the brush making contact with the bone. "Thahat's my tihihickle spohohot!"

You laughed, "that's something silly to say when you are a walking tickle spot, don't you think?" Mammon shook his head, blushing to his neck. "Look," you said, now moving to his hips and Mammon threw his head back with loud laughter.

He shook his head. "I'll tehehehell Ahahasmo you're dohohoing thihihis wihihith his gihihift!"

You grinned, "are you in position to threaten me, Great Mammon?" You asked, moving the brush from his ribs to his armpit and Mammon cackled, tears of laughter clinging to his lashes.

"Nohoho! No, I'm sohohorry! I wohohon't do ihihit!"

"I know you won't, but now I'll have to tickle you more. Just as punishment."

"Nohohoho! Plehehease!"

Mammon kept acting like he didn't enjoy the attention you were giving him, laughing his head off every time you moved the brush to a new spot and claiming that that was his most ticklish spot every time.

You couldn't help but giggle along with him, cheeks blushing at seeing his big smile. Mammon really was the best partner to study with~

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 9 #obey me #mammon #reader #mammon x reader #ticklish!Mammon #mia's things

[dokidoki-muffin]

Dokidoki Spice Warning 🧁🔥⚠👇

Reward? Punishment? Both? Who knows 🤪😂🙈

I suppose you know by now that I cannot keep up with prompts nor any Tickletober lists to save my life 🤣🤣😬😬😬 But yeah.. Look at me randomly and very unexpectedly coming back to this one anon ask about ~ I will never moan for you 😂🙈 The Muffin was very thirsty... 🧁🔥🙈 That's all I will say for this one 🤪 I'm gonna head off to horny jail now 🤣🤣🤣 *bonk*

#i will never moan for you #yaoi #renya okikawa #shoyu azuma #tickling #art #tickletober2022 #dokidoki spice #n$fw

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 13: Blush

fandom: marvel

word count: 600

pairing: loki x reader (established relationship)

summary: loki searches for any and all things that make you blush

“Hello, darling,” Loki bellowed in that deep, seductive voice of his. He came from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your temple. You blushed at his words and actions, smiling and spinning around to face him.

Loki let a breathy laugh shoot through his nose at the sight of your face, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “Is that really all it takes to fluster you?” He asked. You hid your face in his chest, groaning quietly. You had muttered something to him, but it was muffled due to being pressed into his shirt. “I didn’t hear a word you just said, dove.”

You pulled back and looked up again, your eyes locking onto his vibrant blue ones. “I said that I can’t help it. It’s a natural reaction.”

“Well, it’s adorable. One of my favorite things about you,” Loki professed, leaning down to kiss you softly. You accepted it with eagerness, your face continuously growing warmer.

It had become a little game for Loki—finding things that caused you to blush in that endearing way that made him want to scoop you into his arms and squeeze you tight. He loved watching your cheeks turn pink as a shy smile rose to your face.

Loki found that the easiest way was to call you a pet name. ‘Darling’ got the best reaction, but he swore he wouldn’t say it too often lest you get used to it and stop blushing. Another sure-fire way was complimenting you. It could be just about anything; how your clothes accentuated your body, how beautiful your smile was, how swiftly you could take down enemies. Loki complimented you at least once a day just to watch your face change shades.

And recently, he’d added one more to his list of way to make you blush. It was purely an accident—Loki’s fingers squeezed your side a bit too hard when he hugged you from behind, causing you to squeak and buckle away from his hand. You instantly knew what had happened, your face turning red in response. Hopefully, Loki hadn’t—

“Ticklish, darling?” Loki asked impishly, only making your cheeks grow warmer in embarrassment. His head twisted over your shoulder to be able to see you, but you turned it the other way. “You cannot hide those blushing cheeks from me, dear, I can practically feel the heat radiating off of them.”

Without warning, Loki wiggled his fingers into your side with the intent to make it tickle, holding you tighter to his chest when you jolted and tried moving away. Giggling, you whined, “Lohokihi!”

“How delightful this is!” He boasted as he lifted you off the ground to carry you into the common room, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap. The entire journey, you were squirming, begging Loki not to exploit this little fact. “I can’t give up such a perfect opportunity to see you smile and laugh, love. Not to mention you’re blushing like crazy.

Loki twisted you on his lap and pushed you flat on your back so that he could see you better, wasting no time in scratching at your belly. Your eyes squeezed shut in ticklish laughter and your arms moved to block his access. “Lohoki! Wahahait!”

“You’re positively radiant, dove. I can’t stop now!” He teased, prodding into your ribs. Your face felt as if it were on fire with Loki complimenting you, calling you a pet name, and tickling you senseless.

But you were okay with it because you knew that Loki was inexcusably in love with you.

#marvel #marvel tickle #tickle prompts #mcu #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!loki #loki tickle #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #tickle fic #tickle drabble #sfw tickle fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober prompts #tickletober2022

[gaybananabread]

How about 6 for TodoBaku for the Tickletober event? Love your writing btw!!

Absolutely! I haven't written for this ship before, so I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Ler: Bakugo

Ship: TodoBaku

Summary: Todoroki won't cuddle him to sleep, so Bakugo finds a way to tire him out.

Warnings: swearing (by Bakubabe). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

Dusk settled around U.A. High, bringing the chilly day to an end. The students were tucked away in their dorms, winding down. It was the perfect weather for fuzzy pajamas, pillow forts, and snuggling up under the covers. Two students were making the most of the cooler weather, cuddling in bed while the day began to end. Bakugo and Todoroki, 1A's class-proclaimed power couple.

They were in Todoroki's dorm, making use of the large bed to sprawl out a bit, warming each other under the rich covers. Bakugo was already drowsy, the time, as well as the comforting atmosphere, readying him for sleep. Todoroki was wide awake, scrolling through his phone, entwined with the other. As the clock neared 8:30, the blonde grabbed his boyfriend's phone, tucking it in a bedside drawer. "C'mon, it's late. Time to sleep, half-an'-half."

He smiled at this, but didn't comply. "It's 8:27. Unlike you, I can't just fall asleep before 11. I can still cuddle, but I need something to do until then." He reached for the drawer, only to be pulled back down. "Sleep, damn it. If you really need something to do, I'll it to ya."

Completely missing the ominous tone of that message, Todoroki nodded. "Sure. A break from the phone actually sounds nice." A little stunned, the blonde cleared his throat and gestured next to himself.  "Lay with your back facing me, but press in."  He did as he was told, only slightly suspicious of his requests.

"Put your arms above your head." Now he could sense the oddness of the positions, but cautiously raised them, trying to work out his plan. As soon as Bakugo's arm came to hold him in place, it all clicked. He began to squirm in the blonde's hold.

"B-Bakugo, don't." When he looked into Todo's eyes, Bakugo could see the giddiness behind them. He bet that if he let go, the candy-cane boy would be very disappointed. "I'll be nice."

He fluttered his fingers in the boy's armpits, making him rethink his choice of a thin sleep shirt. He tried holding in his giggles, but when the blonde dug in, he broke.

"Bahahakugohoho!" Soft, precious giggles filled his ears, melting his heart. He smirked and ran his hand downwards, spidering on his ribs, down to his sides, and finally landing on his belly. His squeal was utterly adorable.

"IhihiIHIT- ihihihi CAHAHAN'T!" His laughter switched octaves, like flicking a switch. Bakugo even joined in, softly laughing at his boyfriend. "Hehey, calm down. I'm barely even touchin' you."

The teases made it worse. He kicked his feet, trying to dull the tickley sensations spreading out from his stomach.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he slid his hand under the human candy-cane's shirt, scratching at his navel. He absolutely lost it. "NAHAHA! QUIHIHIHIT IHIHT!" He thrashed, bucking his hips, anything. Though it was only for a few seconds, the sensations felt like they lasted forever.

Even after he stopped, Todoroki could still feel the tingles on his poor belly button. He curled up, getting out the last of his laughter. Baku rubbed his back, smiling at the cute puddle in front of him.

"That was unnecessary." He chuckled. You're tired, arent you?" He inhaled to respond, but all that came out a yawn. More chuckles. He stretched out his arms, laying back down on the bed. "C'mere."

Meer minutes after he suggled up, Todo was asleep, soflty snoring in Baku's arms. The two boys were asleep in each other's arms, smiles on both their face. In both their opinions, the day had ended perfectly.

#todobaku #lee!todoroki #ler!bakugou #ticklish!todoroki #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #mha tickles #tickle fic #sfw tickling community

[shyticklemonster]

Part 3- 2/2

#tickle #tickle art #tickletober2022 #monster tickling #ler Sebastian

[sleepysheepytea]

Day 4 - Games - @/lizzienaut

now i know i’ve featured Akuma (the smaller one) once before, but i’ve never shown Tirana before (the taller one) so yaay oc introduction! (she’s not new, i’ve had her for a while but i’ve just never shown her fhfhfhg)

#tickle art #fluffy's ocs #tickletober #tickletober2022 #sfwtickletober2022

[ticklishfanart]

Daisuga :(( tickly cuddles :((( sugawara is so soft I just KNOW it

Day 6: Cuddles

#ticklishfanart #haikyuu tickling #lee!suga #ler!daichi #tickletober2022