#yohohohohoh

[ladymaxx]

Ladymaxx l’artiste #transformiste. 📸 @taishoot_official #soolkingfans #algerie #dz #rockstar #jesuissoolking #start #soolkingteam #gerilla #fans #yohohohohoh #soolkingexclu #affranchismusic #likeforfollow #jijel_algeria #instagram #الكاراكو_العاصمي #القفطان #nokat #الجزائر #جيجل #قسنطينة #tlemcen #اكتشف_الجزائر #alg #rapfrancais #teamalgerie #marrakech #algerienne #حسين_بن_حاج (à Montmartre) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjaFHG6Kem5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#transformiste #soolkingfans #algerie #dz #rockstar #jesuissoolking #start #soolkingteam #gerilla #fans #yohohohohoh #soolkingexclu #affranchismusic #likeforfollow #jijel_algeria #instagram #الكاراكو_العاصمي #القفطان #nokat #الجزائر #جيجل #قسنطينة #tlemcen #اكتشف_الجزائر #alg #rapfrancais #teamalgerie #marrakech #algerienne #حسين_بن_حاج

[sweetfeathers]

Getting to know a Demon

So this would be the first time doing this type of t-fic in any fandom, so I might as well try my absolute best, also Writers Block WILL HIT A LOT

Summary: You are new to the Hazbin Hotel and hell itself as you’ve heard of the place from others in Hell. And you get the chance to talk and bond with the radio demon that is dangerous according to the others

Lee: Reader 

Ler: Alastor

You were in your room pacing and thinking about what has happened to you these past few weeks. After landing in hell, you heard about the hotel from eavesdropping on the other demons in hell. When you were in the Hotel, everyone was very welcoming and you managed to make some friends. The Princess or Charlie as she wanted to be named was very welcoming, Vaggie was friendly, Angel was friendly as well, Niffty was equally excitable, Husk got along with you. You’ve gotten along with everyone in the Hotel, but they told you of the Radio Demon or known as Alastor, but you thought it would be interesting to meet him one day.

Speaking of which, you heard a knock on the door as you were pacing in your room. You opened the door to Alastor. “Oh, hello! Are you Alastor?” you said curiously. Alastor walked into your room. Alastor said “Yes, that is me! I assume you’ve heard of me from the others?” You nodded and said “They say that you’re dangerous, one of the dangerous overlords of Hell. And they’re afraid of you. Oh, don’t tell them I told you that.” You giggled nervously as Alastor walked closer to you. “Don’t worry my dear, I won’t.”

As you circled Alastor, you asked “So what did you want from me, Alastor? You couldn’t have come here for a reason.” You sat on the bed looking at him curiously. Alastor said in an almost demonic tone “What do you think about Charlie’s redemption plan?” You thought about it for a moment with Alastor sitting next to you. “Well, I think it’s an interesting vision. Heh, I wouldn’t know.” You lift your arm over your head and look at Alastor nervously next to you as you were speaking your thoughts. 

“Charlie does seem determined that this will work. So I trust - heheheher.” You laugh suddenly as you feel fingers skittering on your sides. Alastor said “To be completely honest with you, my dear, I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish. It’s sweet honestly.” You continued to giggle and laugh while Alastor teased you about your ticklishness. You couldn’t tell him to stop because you didn’t want him to. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe, ihihihihihit’s so tihihihihickly!” Alastor chuckled at how you handled being tickled.

“Well, of course it would tickle, my dear, that’s the point of me tickling you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like it.” Alastor teased. He then summoned his tendrils to tickle your underarms and belly, which in turn made you laugh and giggle more. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.” You cutely kicked your feet lightly to make sure as to not hurt Alastor. 

After a few minutes of you being tickled by Alastor, he said “Would you like me to stop?” You nodded as you were laughing and giggling so much you couldn’t speak. He lessened the tendrils and his fingers and you were just a giggling mess. “Thahahahahahank yohohohohohou.” “You’re welcome my dear,” Alastor said. When you had stopped giggling, you let out a sigh “That was so much fun!” you said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, my dear.” Alastor said with a tease. 

Alastor then said after a few moments “I knew what the others say about me, what do you think about me?” You said after some moments “I think you’re cool! I probably haven’t seen your dangerous side, but maybe it’s because you don’t want to show it to me or I haven’t provoked you.” Alastor looked surprised at your response and quietly said “Thank you.” You smiled and said “You’re welcome!” And the rest of the day was you and Alastor getting to know each other.

(this was a lot)

#sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel tickles #ler!alastor #lee!reader #alastor x reader #lee #ler #tickle fic

[intheticklecloset]

Hello! first of all I'm obsessed with your blog for real! I love your writings <3 I want to order a peppermint mocha with lee chuuya and ler dazai. They were having a snowball fight but Dazai was losing so he decided to use a little bit of cheating but it turns into a tickle fight which is Dazai is winning this time because he's going for chuuya's worst spot,make him scream with laughter and give up!! Thank youuuuu<3

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“YOHOHOHOHOHOU FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING CHEHEHEHEHEHEATER!!”

“I’m not cheating. This is strategy~”

Chuuya screeched with hysterical laughter, arms flailing, trying to grab onto anything he could to get this all to stop – Dazai’s coat, his wrists, his stupid face – anything! But all he could manage to do was lay there in the freezing snow and laugh himself hoarse, unable to roll away and escape this torture thanks to Dazai’s ingenious positioning.

The brunette curled his fingers into the redhead’s inner thighs, pressing in with just the right amount of vibration, and Chuuya nearly wheezed as another round of laughter overtook him. He grasped a handful of snow and tried to shove it in the detective’s face, but all that did was make Dazai’s playful gaze turn playfully wicked.

“Still trying to win the snowball fight, eh, chibi?”

“I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE YOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOU!!”

“Why don’t you give up? Then this will all be over, and I’ll be the winner, just as I should be.”

Despite his growing desperation to get out of this ridiculous position, Chuuya screamed, “LIKE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELL!!”

Dazai chuckled, and the sound only made the redhead panic even more. The next thing he knew there was pressure on his knees pinning his legs to the snow as well, and Dazai was leaning forward to kiss him, but he was still fucking tickling that goddamn spot—

Chuuya tried to wrench his mouth away so he could breathe, gasp for air, laugh his lungs out, but Dazai followed him relentlessly, never allowing him more than a split second between kisses that eventually descended to his neck just above his scarf.

“Give up, chibi?” Dazai teased into his ear before biting it playfully.

Chuuya was more than ready to give up – the tickling was driving him onto a whole other plane of existence, and he felt like if he didn’t get it to stop he was going to expire right here and now.

“STOP STOP FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING STOP DAHAHAHAHAHAHAZAI!!” Chuuya screamed, the desperation in his voice clear even to him, not that he cared about that right now. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T ANYMORE, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STOP!!”

Mercifully, Dazai did in fact stop, immediately shifting his weight so he wasn’t pinning Chuuya but rather straddling him lightly, and he allowed the redhead a few moments to catch his breath and gain his bearings before leaning down to kiss him again and murmur, “I win~”

And Chuuya – thoroughly wiped out and beyond the capacity to fight back, his nerves still singing from the ticklish assault – managed only two words in response:

“Fuck. You.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #peppermint mocha event #bungo stray dogs #bsd #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #soukoku #tickling #ticklish #tickle #apparently i had a strong desire for both sides of this ship to get WRECKED this week lol #it looks so good on both of them <3 #plus i keep getting similar prompts so i'm trying to get creative 😅

[idkmnyname]

A request from enchantingsprivyspaghettibat

Sprivy Tickle Fight

Sorry this took a bit. Dealing with college stuff took up a ton of time. So if this isn't as detail, I apologize.

Hard work on the Plantar Family farm never stops. Since Hop Pop has been getting more up there with his age, he's been needing more help around the joint. Most of that work usually goes to the eldest of the Plantar siblings, Sprig. It was one of these times when he wished Anne was there to help him get the work done quicker. But then again, he wished Anne was there ANY time!

Sprig had just finished the last of his chores for the day. He got up pretty early to get them knocked out of the way. So now he was tuckered out. Sprig slowly hopped on down to his room, plopping onto his bed. He softly sighed as he closed his eyes, ready to just relax and-

"Hey Sprig!" Ivy announced.

"H-huh? What?" The pink frog opened his eyes back up and looked up to see his girlfriend. Ivy hopped down, smiling.

"What're you laying around for? C'mon we got exploring to do!" Ivy said as she tried her best to pull Sprig off the bed. To which he just gave a groan.

"Can't that wait for tomorrow? I wanna rest" Sprig replied, still refusing to get up. Unfortunately, the yellow frog wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Aww come on! I had it all planned out" She said still trying to pull him up. Ivy then grabbed under his arms to get him off the bed to which he gave a small jump and began giggling.

"H-hehehehehey! Cuhuhuhut it ohohout!" Sprig laughed, trying to pull himself away. Ivy seemingly caught onto her accidental tickling as she smiled and began to actually tickle Sprig's underarms. "Bwaaaahahahahaahehaha Ihhihihivy plehehehahahase!" He says as he tried pushing Ivy away.

Ivy wasn't letting up though. "I'm not gonna stop until you agree to get up" She began tickling down his ribs and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle!" Ivy teased.

Sprig's laughter doubled in volume. "AhahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH PLEHEHAHAHAHSE STAHAHAP!" He pleaded.

Ivy shook her head. "Nuh uh! I told you when you agree to get up I'll- Ahahaha hehey!" She was interrupted as Sprig gained the strength to reach over and gave a small squeeze to her sides.

"I ahahahin't gohohoing down wihihithout a fihihight" He says as he managed to pull Ivy onto the bed and began to tickle her sides and belly. The girl laughed and squirmed, swatting at Sprig's hands to slow down the tickling. But no such luck.

"AHAHAHAHAH SPRIHIHIG! TAHAHAAKE IT EAAHAHASY"

"You mean like how you were taking it easy on me? No chance!" Sprig replied as he began tickling faster on her belly.

"BWAHAHAHA YOHOHOHOHOHOU ASKED FOHOHOR THIHIHIS" Ivy exclaimed, fighting back the tickles with...well tickles. Sprig and Ivy spent the next near five minutes laughing and squirming on the bed. Sprig's sides and armpits being attacked while Ivy's belly was attacked in return. It was a short, wild time.

The couple stopped the tickle fight, catching their breath after all the laughter. Sprig looked over at Ivy, panting. "Hehehe..you still wanna head out?" He asked.

"Later...let's just rest for a bit" She answered with a small yawn, holding Sprig's hand. Sprig softly smiled as the two drifted off to rest.

Meanwhile in another world...

"Awwwwww!" Anne randomly said out loud. Sasha looked confused while Marcy just giggled.

"Uhhh...you good, Boonchuy?" Sasha asked

"Um yeah! Why did I do that...?"

#tickle community #sfw tickles #tickle fic #tickle fight #amphibia tickling

[serenityiskey]

Take it Back!

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ST tickle fic and I love Eddie Munson so I decided to do a ticklish fic for him since he deserves all the loves….and tickles. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I’ll be taking more requests!

It was one rainy night at the Munson Trailer where eddie and Steve were sitting on the couch minding their own business. Steve was watching a movie and eddie playing his guitar as usual with his Walkman playing the new Metallica cassette he bought earlier that week. Steve was trying to watch Halloween for the fifth time in a row and he sighed in annoyance when Eddie was playing during the film. Usually he didn’t mind but that day was particularly rough considering Steve’s boss was kind of an ass to him just because he didn’t know a lot about movies so Steve was trying to watch some of the films.

“Eddie, can you possibly play a little quieter? I’m trying to watch a movie here” Steve asked as he looked at him. Eddie looked at steve confused and he slowly stopped playing “I’ve played during a movie before and this didn’t bother you, what’s really the matter?” Steve shook his head and he sighed “nothing really, I’m just trying to watch this movie that apparently is dire for me to know amongst other people” steve sarcastically raised his brows on the word dire. Eddie chuckled and he looked at Steve “come on, Harrington, I’m sure you know more than you think you do. How have you not seen this movie already? It’s been out forever”. “Oh, you mean like you haven’t had a hair cut in forever?” Steve rolled his and he ran his hands through Eddie’s hair causing him to shake his head. “Hey, you’re just mad the ladies like me because my hair isnt tall enough to pick up a radio signal” he chuckled and shook his head. “You take that back” Steve gawked and he crossed his arms and Eddie smirked “in your dreams, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, if you tilt your head to the left you may pick up a rock music station”.

Steve immediately stood up and he pinned Eddie on the couch. “That’s it, if you want to laugh about something, I’ll give you something to laugh about” he growled and immediately dug his hands onto Eddie’s sides causing the rocker to burst out in giggles. “WAHAHAHAhahahait!! Nohohohohoho! Stohohohohohop!” Eddie cried out through his giggles and he squirmed whichever way he could. “Not until you take it back, Munson” Steve tutted at eddie in a nonchalant tone while he scribbled Eddie’s ribs making eddie screech with laughter “YOHOHOHOHOHOU AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHASS!”. “That’s not very nice, it’s almost as if you want me to tickle you. Do you want to be tickled, Munson? Hmm?” He teased as he moved down to his hips which was eddie’s weak spot “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE! OK! OK! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE” eddie cried through his laughter and his heels drummed into the couch. Steve chuckled and he immediately backed off of eddie who was now lying on the couch breathing heavily. “Wow, for a so called bad guy you’re ticklish like a little baby” Steve chuckled as he looked at the exhausted male and Eddie just flipped him off. “Whatever, Harrington, just don’t do that again” he breathed heavily before sitting up to watch the movie with Steve. “Still can’t believe you haven’t seen this movie” eddie smirked and Steve looked at him “another word and it’s round two with the hips.”

#stranger things tickle #eddie munson #lee!eddie #tickle fic #steve harrington #steddie

[giggly-squiggily]

Maybe for demon slayer... Enmu and Rui tickles? There is absolutely no tickle content of them

Not gonna lie to you- this was both super exciting to make and also really difficult. Mainly because this was my first time writing for either of these characters adkakekjajkrejk I hope you like it friend!

TW/CW: Disembodied hands (Nothing gorey or violent- just based off Enmu's whole thing in Mugan Train)

“Whatever you have planned, I don’t want any part of it.” Rui’s voice dripped of ice as he backed up against the cool wall behind him, eyes distrusting. “Stay away from me.”

“Hm? What’s this? Are you scared, little spider?” Enmu laughed, the sound like honey as they approached. “It was my understanding children love games, no?”

“Human children perhaps.” That was a lie and they both knew it. Rui loved games- even if he stubbornly refused to acknowledge it. So today, after the meeting for the moons concluded and he left them to their own devices, Enmu offered the youngest moon a challenge.

“Hide from me for one hour and you win.” They offered, eyes twinkling with clear mischief. “But if I catch you~” Their hands raised, wiggling their fingers at the small spider.

The threat was clear. Rui’s visible eye widened.

This is where we find them now.

“Oh come now- if you truly didn’t want to play, why stay around? You could have easily left by now.” Enmu cooed, relishing in the conflict playing across the small demon's expression. “Don’t tell me…you don’t think you could win?”

Those eyes flashed. Hook line and sinker.

“Fine. One hour you said? Easy enough.” Rui pushed off the wall, regaining his composure as his voice returned to careful neutrality. “When do we start?”

Instead of answering, Enmu’s hands popped off, skittering to the floor.

Rui blanched.

“Right now.” The hand grinned, before lunging.

~~~

“Hm, such a shame really. I thought you’d last longer.” Enmu hummed in feign disappointment, kneeling beside the lower moon. “Turns out you’re not as fast as you thought.”

“Che-Chehehehahhahahhahater!” Rui could only cry out, squeaks and childish giggles escaping his lips as he twisted to and from beneath Enmu’s hands. One sat on his belly, clawing and scribbling against the fabric of his Yukata while the other scribbled near his neck, gently poking along the sensitive skin there.

“Me? A cheater? But you agreed to the game!” Enmu pouted, giggling softly when Rui squealed. “Hehe, found a bad spot?”

“Iihihihihihihim gohohohoohohonna strihihihihihing yohohohohohou up to buhuhuhuhuhuhuhrn!” Rui cried out through his cackles, curling on his side in an attempt to protect his ribs, the hand playing the bones like a piano. The other hand, seeing how ticklish he was there, dropped down to his armpit and scribbled away, earning even more adorable noises. “Gahahhaahhahaha nohohohoohoht thehehehhheere!”

“What? Not there? Why? Is it too ticklish for you? Hm?” It was moments like this the dream demon wished demon's could blush. They could already see how flustered the spider would have been if he could.

“Gahehahahahhaha oohohohohohkay! Ohoohoohohokay I gihihiihihihve! I gihiihihihihive!” It took some extra tickles, a few more death threats, and the addition of Enmu making a third hand (“Hohohohoow do yohohoohu mahahahke those?” “Magic.”) But eventually, Rui gave up.

Laughing, Enmu pulled their hands back, reattaching them to their wrists and resting their chin in them sweetly, eyes twinkling with mirth as Rui gasped for breath. “Had fun, little bug?” They teased, earning a breathless glare.

“Shuhuhuht uhuhuhp…ahehee…heh…” Rui closed his eyes, pulling his sleeves over his face to hide the reluctant smile refusing to budge. The sight was so cute Enmu decided not to remind him demons don’t need to breathe. “Thahat was cheating!”

“I disagree. I told you the rules of the game before we started. Not to mention, you had multiple chances to get away, yet you didn’t.” Enmu grinned, reaching out and poking the smaller demon’s waist. “Don’t tell me you wanted to be tickled, no?

For a brief moment, the spider demon seemed to consider this, eyes widening as he took in Enmu’s question.

The next, strings overtook Enmu’s vision, and they soon found themselves hanging by their ankles.

 “Mention this to anyone, and I’ll really leave you to burn.” Rui voice was ice once more, and he left the dream demon hanging from the roof as he disappeared back to his mountain.

“Huh…demons. Humans.” Enmu sighed, smiling as they hung. “Such unique creatures, they are.”

I hope this was good!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@thatbigbisexual29 , @myreygn, @wolfyeatstacos @duckymcdoorknob, @gladdygirl18 , @baby-tickles2022

#demon slayer #Rui #Enmu #12 kizuki #Lower moons #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #tw: disembodied hands #I've never written for these two before #It was really fun! #And also a challenge #I want to do more though!

[numberonelittlechild]

-"LILIANA, YOU FOHOHOHOHOHOHOL!!! I WILL DESTROY YOHOHOHOHOHOU!!!"

-"Hmhm! Sure you will, blackie~!!"

Dang I was so struggled to make this- but... But hey! At least it's finished :3! Have the first tickle art I made! I will post here dudes! I hope y'all like it! XD! Also a little gift for my friend @jav-animations-👌💕

(don't worry, I have some tickle arts I'll post when I can :])

#My Art #My Tickle art #Tickles #Tickle Art #Fluff #Oc & canon #Villainous #Villainous Tickles #Lee! Black Hat #Lee! White Hat #Heroic Tickles #Liliana Villainous #Oc #Liliana #Ler! Liliana #black hat villainous #Black Hat #White Hat #feathers #Heroic AU

[sandersidesfan101]

Tickletober 20:Create a tickle monster(the tickle monster.)

(Blake knows a sort of real tickle monster.. thought it was only his twin sister Blair he’s standing infront of.)

Blake was running for his life while his sister chased after him.  Blake had accidently bothered Blair to much and she was now chasing him around. Blair was able to jump Blake and they landed on Blake’s bed. Blake already had nervous giggles “Giggling already Blake?~” Blair said taking Blake’s hoodie off to reveal his thin shirt. Blair wasn’t to mean(Not as evil as Rune thankfully) “Y-You knew didn’t you..” Blair smiled “Yup we’re twins Blake of course I knew” Blake had been in a lee mood for almost a whole day and Blair would poke him when she pasted by.

“C-can you be soft for a bit first..?” Blake muttered hoping she would say yes Blair looked at him with soft eyes “Of course brother” Blair softly tickled his sides though Blake’s thin shirt and Blake started giving out child-like giggles. Blair smiled remembering all the tickle fights they had when they were around 13 and younger. Blair tickled his ribs softly and Blake squeaked before going into louder giggles “Ohohohohok cahahahahan yohohohohohou hahahahahave nohohoho merchchchcy..?” Blake asked turning red at the last two words. Blair smirked “Of course~”

Blair stopped and put Blake’s pants down only a bit to show his hips. Blake was ready to be wreaked he wanted to be so badly now! Blair put his shirt up to show his belly button. Blair traced her nail around his navel ever so softly that Blake was balling his fists gigging. Blair put her other hand on his hip and while Blake’s mind was getting foggy from the soft tickles into a calm state. Blair went for the kill she put her other hand on his other hip when he didn’t notice then blew a big raspberry onto his belly button and squeezed his hips so fast.

Blake went into full hysterical cackles and arched his back throwing his head into the bed. Blake started squirming like crazy and he had tears in his eyes. “OHOHOHOHOHOHOH MYHYHYHYHY GOHOHOHOHOHOD YOHOHOHOHOHOUR EVIHIHIHIHIHIL!” Blake scream out banging his fist onto the bed. Blair smiled and after 15 minutes she stopped and put his pants back up and his shirt down. Blair patted his head and cuddled with him when Blake curled into a ball and fell asleep.

[sokonikita]

My God! I knew that something is wrong tonight! They've sent me the black mark! I'm done.. Боже, я чувствовал что что то не так и вот сегодня мне прислали чёрную метку. Мои дни сочтены.. #pirate #pirates #blackmark #hopeless #piratesofthecaribbean #pirata #billybones #davyjones #piratelife #yohohohohoh https://www.instagram.com/p/BtYw5halfVh/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xc1yicub4r2c

#pirate #pirates #blackmark #hopeless #piratesofthecaribbean #pirata #billybones #davyjones #piratelife #yohohohohoh

[smilecloudsusa]

Arrrrghhh ye having a great #talklikeapirateday 🏴‍☠️ 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️ Interesting read on how this day came about drop @wikipedia International Talk Like a Pirate Day is a parodic holiday created in 1995 by John Baur (Ol' Chumbucket) and Mark Summers (Cap'n Slappy), of Albany, Oregon,[1] U.S., who proclaimed September 19 each year as the day when everyone in the world should talk like a pirate.[2] An observer of this holiday would greet friends not with "Hello, everyone!" but with "Ahoy, maties!" or "Ahoy, me hearties!" The holiday, and its observance, springs from a romanticized view of the Golden Age of Piracy. #ITLAPD #talklikeapirateday #pirate #skullandcrossbones #skullandbones #shivermetimbers #arrrggghhhh #ahoy #matey #smilecloudsusa #smileclouds #yohohohohoh https://www.instagram.com/p/CFVT9HYJacv/?igshid=po826vx5bwnd

#talklikeapirateday #itlapd #pirate #skullandcrossbones #skullandbones #shivermetimbers #arrrggghhhh #ahoy #matey #smilecloudsusa #smileclouds #yohohohohoh

[magma-queen]

Archie was bored.

And when Archie gets bored, he gets mischievous.

He just saw his husband resting in their chair, probably reading a book. But the more that Archie watched, the more mischievous he got. He could hear his husband humming, so he knew that he was distracted.

“Mmmm~ mmm mmm~”

*smirk*

Archie slowly crept up closer to the chair. He started singing the Jaws theme.

“Duh dun…”

The peaceful humming came to a halt, and was replaced with a squeak. He saw Maxie sink down into the chair.

“Duh dun…”

“Archie, I can see you. I swear to god.. if you even think of trying anything, I will kill you.” He grumbled.

That just made him even more mischievous. He smiled a wide grin, then kept singing with a faster tempo.

“Duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun duh dun-“

“NO!”

It was too late for Maxie to run away, so he just waited in anticipation for whatever Archie had in store for him. He sunk down the farthest he could into the small chair.

Then it became silent.

Maxie hesitated, but he turned around to see if Archie was still sneaking up on him, but he didn’t see him.

Turns out, he was right on other side of the chair.

Maxie let out a sigh of relief, but all that went out the window when Archie jumped up from behind the chair, playfully growled, and grabbed his waist from behind.

“WHAT THE HELL-! A-ARCHIE!!”

They both hit the floor, Archie had his husband pinned down on the floor, grinning ever so big.

“Y-you gave me a heart attack-!” Maxie yelped. “What is the matter with you?”

Archie grinned at him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. “So I scared ye, huh?”

“YES!” He yelped. “Now can you please let me stand up, so I can kill you?”

“Awww..” Archie pinned him closer to the floor. “Not gonna happen, darling.”

Maxie covered his face in frustration and tried to wiggle himself out of Archie’s grip, but no such luck was found. He got nervous when Archie grinned at him wider.

“Archie…. Wh-What are you going to do?”

A hearty laugh came from the larger man. “Looks like you’ve been caught by a shark, babe..”

“Oh, haha.” He rolled his eyes while still trying to escape. “Very funny. Just because you have teeth like a shark, doesn’t mean you are one.”

“You’re my prey, Max.. and do ye know what sharks do with their prey?”

Maxie got even more nervous, seeing the devious look in Archie’s face. Whatever he was about to do, Maxie was not going to be ready for it.

“THEY EAT THEM UP! GRRR!!” He growled, lifting his shirt up and burying his face into his stomach, giving him many nibbles and kisses.

Maxie collapsed into giggly laughter right away, of course Archie would do something this childish.

“W-Wait! A-Archihihihihihihihie!!!” He giggled, trying to cover his wobbly grinning mouth. “St-stop!! Hahahaha- I-I’m ticklish!!!”

“Oh no~” He cooed, pausing his “shark attack” “It seems that my dinner is a little sensitive.. don’t worry, Max… this won’t hurt a bit! But it’s gonna tickle like hell!” He said before he went right back to what he was doing. His scratchy beard, along with the nibbles and kisses, were definitely NOT helping Maxie keep himself from exploding.

“Ahahaharchie stahahahahahop!!!” He squealed, twisting and turning in both directions. “Hahahahaha!! Nohohohohoho!!! Thahahahahahat tihihihihihihihickles!!!”

*growl* Archie blew a raspberry on his belly. “PFFFFFFFFFT-“

“OH GAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!!” The redhead shrieked, giggling even more. “AHAHARCHIE I’M GOING TOHOOHOHOHO KILL YOU!!! AHAHAHA- GEHEHEHET AWAHAHAY!!”

“Sorry, babe.. yer the one that got caught. And now yer getting attacked by a killer shark! No mercy from the fiercest predator of the sea! Grr!” He guffaws as he nibbles at his sides and brushes his beard up against him.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAHAHA-! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHOP!!!” He shrieked, trying to smack him away.

“Wiggly prey makes it so difficult to eat~” Archie purred, using his hands to spider up his sides while his beard continued to tickle his stomach.

“YOHOHOHOHOHOU AHAHAHARE SOHOHOHO DEHEHEHEAD WHEHEHEHEN I GEHEHEHET UHUHUPAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“Awww, m’ so scared… yer in no position to make threats, me adorable, ticklish prey…”

“HAHAHA- *snort* AHAHAHAHAHA!!! I’M- I’M GOING TOHOOHOO MUHUHURDER YOU!!!”

The pirate started nuzzling his belly with his beard, enjoying every squeal, laugh, and giggle come out of Maxie’s mouth.

“It’s not nice to make threats, me love.” He kissed literally all over him, loving every second of his husband’s beautiful smile and laugh. “Yer such a grump butt, so it’s only natural fer me to do this! *inhale* PFFFFFFFFFT-“

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- NO!! AAAAAAAH!!! STAHAHAHAHP!! IHIHIHIT FEHEHEHEELS SO WEHEHEHEIRD!” Finally, he gave up trying to escape, he let himself fall back in defeat, and continued his giggle fit. “AHAHAHARCHIE I GIHIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP!! PLEASE STAHAP YOU’RE KIHIHILLING MEEHEHEE!”

Archie put his shirt back down, but he went over to his husband’s neck and nuzzled into it, giving it tickly kisses.

“C’mon~ I know ye love me kissies!”

“Hahahahahahaha- Ahahahaaheeheheehee!! ARCHIE!!! Plehehehehehehease!” Tears of mirth flew from his eyes. Then he started to hiccup. *HIC* Stahahahop! *HIC* I’m behehehegging you!”

Archie, satisfied, sat up and released Maxie’s arms, he gasped for air and rolled over to his side, trying to stop his residue giggles.

“Have I ever told ye how cute ye are?” He winked, laughing when Maxie glared at him.

Maxie grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Have I ever told you how dead you’re going to be when I get up?” He snapped back, still trying to stop giggling.

He chuckled at him. “Bwahahahaha! Well, I didn’t finish all me meal, looks like I’m having leftovers later~” He said, snickering.

“You are impossible!” Maxie told him, rising up from the floor. “Why in the world would you torture me like that?” He kept his arms wrapped around his sides for protection.

Archie gave him a kiss, a passionate one. Maxie at first tried to struggle away, but he gave in and kissed him back.

“Because, Max.. I love ye and I also love hearing yer adorable laugh~” He put an arm around him, chuckling when the redhead hid his face in his shirt. “Come on… yer not really mad at me..”

“Mmph…” He crossed his arms, huffing and turning himself around, back facing Archie. He saw his glasses on the floor and put them back on, since they fell off during the scuffle.

*smirk*

“Well fine then, ye stubborn little shit..” He gently spidered his fingers up his sides, making Maxie squeak, jump and fall backwards into Archie’s arms. “Ye can’t stay mad at me, babe. Ye love me too much.”

Maxie looked up at him and lifted his head to kiss the bottom of Archie’s jaw. Flustered, the other man giggled at the kiss and held him.

“I do love you, you big goof.” Maxie said, but then brought his finger up to his neck. “But if you ever… EVER.. speak a word about this to anyone else, I will bury you in the backyard….”

“Bwahahahahaha! What’s the matter, Max? Ye can’t be embarrassed, can ye? Yer giggling was probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard in me entire- Li-FAHAHAHA! Hehehehehehey!!!”

Maxie scribbled his fingers at Archie’s neck. “What was that?”

Archie chuckled nervously. “B-babe… no.”

>:)

:|

“I’ll give you 5 seconds to run~” Maxie purred, getting closer to Archie with his fingers wiggling. “Five..”

“OH SHIT- NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO-“

Archie fucking RAN. He knew he was in trouble.

“Four three two one!!!” He counted faster and bolted after him at full speed. “Get back here!” The redhead chuckled evilly. “You’re not getting away from the great Maxie! I will have my revenge, damn it!”

Archie took off upstairs and looked desperately for a place to hide.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit-“ He was actually panicking, he ran into the closet and shut the door, not even thinking that Maxie would hear it shut.

Maxie reached their bedroom and looked around for him. “Oh, Archieeeee~” He sang, complete playfulness in his voice.

“Hehe, I’m in danger…” He whispered to himself, knowing good and well how Maxie knew all of his tickle spots. “I am so fucked..”

He opened the closet door. “Gotcha!”

“Ah, SHIT!” Archie lunged forward to get away from his husband, but Maxie grabbed him from behind and pinned him to the floor, back facing up. “Max, baby… c-c’mon-! Y-ye know that I was just teasin’!”

*smirk* “Time for my revenge~” He wrapped his arms around Archie’s waist and attacked the man’s sides with his fingers.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He roared in laughter, trying to buck Maxie off of him. “W-WAHAIT!! M-MAHAHAHAHAXIE!! AHAHAHA!!!! *wheeze* ST-STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Not going to happen, darling.” He chuckled, mocking Archie for what he said earlier. “Hehehe. Suffer.”

Tears already dotted his blue eyes. “AHAHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHE! MAX NO!!!” His laugh’s octave rises when he finds his armpits. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

Maxie found this adorable and mildly amusing. He loved his big dorky husband more than anything, but he was also bloodthirsty for revenge. He lifted his arms away and grabbed one of Archie’s ankles.

“N-Nohohohohoho!!” Archie gasped, trying so hard to crawl away. “Hehehehehe- b-babe no! Not there!”

He had absolutely no hesitation to his husband’s pleas and dug his fingers into Archie’s bare foot.

“OH FUHAHAHAHAHAHACK- HAHAHAHA MAHAHAHAXIHIHIHIHIEEEE!!” He squealed, thrashing around on the floor.

“Awww~ I’m sorry, is someone too ticklish here?” Maxie teased. “Well, that’s too bad, isn’t it? Tickle tickle tickle..”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *wheeze* MAHAHAHA- MAXIEHEHEHEHEHE!! AHAHAHA- I GIVE!! I GIHIHIHIVE!!!”

“Are you going to sneak up on me like that again?” He asked.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELL YEHEHEHEAH I AM!!!” He barked out laughing.

“Wrong answer.” Maxie dropped his feet and ran over to tickle his armpits again. “Let’s try that again.”

“BWAHAHAHAHA-! M-MAX!!! STOP IHIHIT!!!”

He repeated his question. “Are you going to sneak up on me like that again?”

“NAHAHAHAHOHOHO!! I WOHOHOHN’T BABE I PROHOHOHOMISE!!! STAHAHAHAHAP BEHEHEHEFORE IHIHIHI DIHIHIHIE!!!”

Maxie finally let him breathe and stood up, Archie laid on the floor, still giggling.

“That’ll teach you.” He smirked, glasses shining.

Archie sat up, still laughing. But his grin came back. He grabbed Maxie’s ankles and pulled him into the floor.

“What the- AAAAAHH!” The pirate caught him before he hit the floor.

“I gotcha, babe.. now.. I think it’s time that I finished eating..” Playfully growling, he pinned Maxie back down to the floor and attacked his stomach once more.

“NOOOOOO AHAHAHAHA- AHAHARCHIE!!!! NO NO NONONONOONAHAHAHAHA!!!”

He paused, picking him up and laying him on their bed. Then he restarted his shenanigans. Making Maxie laugh was now his favorite thing to do.

“Rrrr!! M’ sorry Max, but all that laughing got me hungry again~ Now… gimme that belly~!” He chuckled, raising his hands up to his armpits while he nibbles at his belly. He made it worse with his sound effects. “Nom nom nom nom nom-“

“AHAHAHAHA- N-NOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHEHEEHEHEE!! AAAAAHAHAHA WHY DOHOHOHOES THAHAHAT TICKLE SOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH?! AHAHA- LET MEEHEEHEE GO! YOU AHAHARE SUCH AAHAHAHA JAHAHAHACKASS!!!”

“Mmm~ But ye love me anyway, sugar bear~” He nibbled at his stomach more, sending him back into a bigger giggle fit. “Let’s hear that giggle of yers some more.”

“NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!”

“Whaddya mean no?” Smirking, his arms went underneath the back of Maxie’s shirt and hands clawed gently at his upper back. “No is not an answer, baby. C’mon, laugh some more for me, handsome man..”

“AAAAHHHEEEE!!” He screeched, writhing underneath Archie. “NOT THEHEHEHERE!!! NOHOHOT THERE NOT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!! HEHEHEHEHEEHEE!!”

“Mm?” He kept running a hand along his spinal cord, the other scratching his side. “Ohoho, so.. yer back is ticklish, eh? Hehehe…”

“No plehehehease Archie!! Don-AHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* Nohohohohahahaheheeheehee!!! ARCHIHIHIHIE!!! STAAAAP! HAHAHAHA- I’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!”

“Are ye ticklish here?”

His fingers rose up to right under Maxie’s shoulder blades. That’s when the smaller man began cackling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- *SNOOORT* ST-STAHAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHAHA!!! NO- AHAHAHEEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEE!! NOHOHOHOHOHO- PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE-“

“Ye are ticklish there! I found the killer spot!” Archie cooed, enjoying his husband’s sensitivity. “Gitchi gitchi goo! Tickle tickle tickle!”

His face was as red as his hair. And his laughter became silent. Tears soaked his red face, and his smile wide and bright.

“Whoa..” Archie blushed, watching Maxie writhe and try to squirm away from his clutches. “Y-yer so fucking cute…” He stopped tickling his back, but then went right back to his stomach.

“AHAHA- I- I- CAN’T- BREHEHEHEHEEATHE!! *HIC* AHAHAHARCHIE!!!!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

The pirate finally stopped, he constricted his arms around Maxie and his hands slipped under his shirt again.

“D-Dohohohon’t you dahahare..” He warned him with a stream of giggles.

“M’ just gonna rub yer back, babe.. don’t worry.”

Archie didn’t really got the hint when he was tickling Maxie’s back. Because when those fingers swept over his spine, he burst into hysterical laughter again.

“Ahahahahaha- Archie wait-! Ihihihi’m really ticklihihihish thehehere!!!!” He squeaked, falling back onto the bed. “Wahahahait-! Stooooooop!”

“Haha. Okay okay, babe.” He restricted his hands away from his back and hugged him to his broad chest. “Yer a little bundle of nerves, ain’t ye? So cute.”

Maxie didn’t respond, he just kept his giggles up, he couldn’t stop. It’s like he still felt Archie’s fingers dancing on his tickle spots.

“Are ye ok, hun?” He opened his arms and helped him sit up. “Hehe, sorry I went overboard. Yer just so cute. Here…” He gently rubbed at the spots he tickled, getting rid of any phantom tickles Maxie was still feeling. “I’m so sorry, babe…”

*blush* “A-Archie… it’s okay. I, um…”

“Mm?”

His face get even more red. “I… really enjoyed this. I’m very lucky to have you in my life.. please..” He chuckled. “Never change.”

He hugged him. “Awwwwwww… babe, I’m never gonna change. *kiss* Yer so sweet.. *kiss* “I love ye, Maxie..” He pressed their lips together.

“Mmm… I love you, too.” Maxie hummed, snuggling against his chest.

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[fluffywings13]

A suitable consequence for vandalism

He bursts through the apartment door, panting, having run ahead when the chase had begun, and darts forward, whirling around, panting softly, when the door closes, holding his hands out defensively at the hero standing just a few odd feet away, smirking at him playfully, hands in his pockets. “Kei, no.” He backtracks when the man leans forward and takes a step forward. “No! Kei, please!” Izuku giggles involuntarily as the man’s stride forward overtakes his retreat backwards. “Kei, please! Please! No!”

The teen turns to make a bolt for somewhere to hide, when arm’s catch him around the waist, and lift him from his feet. Keigo laughs behind him and continues forward. “Going somewhere, baby bird?” He giggles harder and tries prying the hero’s arms away. “We’ve go something to take care of.”

“Kehehehei! Nohohoho!” He struggles against his hold. “Yoohohohohou dohohohon’t hahahahave tohohoho dohohoho thihihihihis!”

“Oh, I know I don’t have to,” the hero agrees. “But, I do want to.”

Izuku’s struggles pick up when they enter the hero’s bedroom, he’s been here before, it’s not his first time in the man’s apartment, he’s just never been here as ‘Izuku’. “Nohohohoho! Plehehehease!” He yelps when he’s tossed over onto the man’s bed, and rolls over onto his belly, trying to crawl away, he doesn’t get very far before hands curl around his ankles and pull him back. The Street Artist giggles harder when he’s turn over onto his back and the grinning hero climbs up over him. “Kehehei nohoho! Plehehease!”

“I’ve waited patiently for this moment, baby bird.” He feels like he’s in a bad way when he settles over his legs and he finds that he can’t pull them up. “I’ve waited too long to simply give up now.” The Artist stiffens when fingers rest against his sides. “In all fairness, I did give you fair warning that this was going to happen when I eventually caught you.”

“I knohohohohow!” The greenette cries. “Ihiihihit dihihihidn’t hehehehelp!”

Keigo laughs softly. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Yohohohou’re suhuhuhuhuch ahahahhaa jahahahahackass!” Izuku shrieks with laughter when the fingers resting against his sides dig in suddenly. “NO! Nohohohohoho! I tahahahahake ihiihihihihit bahahahahahahack! I tahahahhaake ihihihihit bahahahahhaack!”

The hero hums softly. “I’m a what?”

The teen squirms from side to side, cackling when he can’t manage to get away from the fingers wiggling in his sides, and shakes his head quickly. “Ahahahahan ahahahahhaangel! Aaaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaa aaahahahahahahahahahahhahahaaahaa aaahahahahahahahahahhahaahhaahaa yohohohohoou’re ahahahahahaan ahahahahahahaangel!”

“No, that’s not what you said.” The hero tilts his head. “I don’t think you’re in a position where you should be calling me a ‘jackass’.”

Izuku shakes his head, arching his back, when the fingers slowly travel up his sides for his ribs. “Nohohoho! Stahahahay ahahahahaaway frohohohom thehehehere! Kehehehehei nohohohoho! Pleheheheheease! Nohohohot theehehehehehehere!”

“I’m sorry, baby bird,” the teen squeaks when they come to rest just over his highest ribs, staring into the hero’s shining eyes pleadingly, and shakes his head frantically, Keigo, like the jackass he is, only smiles at him. “But, I got to punish you for your potty mouth, I swear, this hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“Yohohohohou’re suhuhuhuch ahahahahaa fuhuhuhuhucking liihihihihiiar!”

“My, my, the little baby bird’s got such a potty mouth.” He squeals, arching his back, when the fingers begin kneading in above his highest ribs, and doesn’t stop to think about the fact that he’s only trapping the fingers there, when he curls his arms around himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll help fix this.”

“Eeeeheheheheheaeaehhahahahahahahahahaa nohohohohohot thehehehehehehere! Noohohohhohot thehehehehehere! Pleehehehehhehehehease! Keehehehehehheeei plehehehheheease! Aaaahahahahahahahahhahahahaa nohohohohot theheheheheheheereeehehheahhhahahaahahahahaa! Eeehehehehhahaehahahahaahahhahahaa aaaahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahaa nohhohohohohot thehehehehehheheere! Shiihihihihihihiit! Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuck! Aaaahahahahahahahhahahaa aaaahahahahhahahahhahahahahahaa nohohohohot theheheheheheheere! Fuuhuhuhuhuhuhucking stohohohohohohoop eeehheaehhahahahahahahahhahaha aaaahahahahahahahahahaha plehehehehehease nohohohoot theheheheheheheere!”

“You know, the longer you use such a potty mouth,” the hero digs his index fingers in the spot, smiling when the teen squeals again, and throws his head back, jolting under him. “The longer I’m going to stay here.” The Street Artist grits his teeth and growls lowly, a sense of instant regret fills him, when his hero’s hands slide up under him, and screams when he wiggles his fingers into his shoulder blades, arching his shoulders, he actually lifts himself, before falling back, reaching under him as best as he can to try and pull the older males hands away. “Did you just growl at me?”

Izuku shakes his head, shrieking with laughter, tugging desperately at the winged hero’s arms. “Nohohohohoo nohohohohohoho pleehehehehheheheease nohohohohohot thehehehehehere! Keheheheheei plehehehehehheease eeehehheahhahahahahahahahahahahahaa aaahahahahhahahahahhahahahaaaa aaaahaahahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahaa nohohohohot thehehehehehere! Geehehehehehehehheet aahahahahhahahaway frohohohom thehehehehehere! Aaaaahahahahahhahahahahaha aaahahahahhahahaahahaaa eehehehahaehahaaahahahhahahahahaa nohohohohohoot theheheheheheheheere! Fuhuhuhuhuhuuck!”

Keigo laughs and shakes his head. “Again, with the potty mouth, ten year old’s shouldn’t use that kind of language.”

He snorts, and the hero laughs, at the mere fact that he made him snort. “I’m fohohohohourteeheheheheen! I’m sohohohohohorry! I’m sohhohohohoho sohohohohohorry! I’ll stohohohohohohop beheheheheing suhuhuhuhuch ahahahahaha pohohohohotty mohohohohouth! Aaaahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahaa Ihihihihihi prohohohohohomise! Plehehehehheheease, Keehehehehehei plehehehehhehease noohohohohohohot theheheheheheere! Eeehehehhahhahhhahahahahahaahhahahaa aaahahahahahahahhahahahahaaa Keheheheheheei plehehehehehease!”

“I think this is the best spot, your highest ribs are nice, but the shoulders are the best, because it’s so damn mind blowing.” The hero smiles when he screams again when he claws his fingers in. “Mine are ticklish, the skins sensitive because of my wings, obviously, but you, you’re just a mystery when it comes to this spot, I don’t get it.” The kid shrieks when he scratches lightly. “And, it’s just so bad for you, I barely have to touch you, and you lose it.”

“Kehehehheei plehehehhehease! Plehehehehheease nohohohot thehehehehheere! Aaahahahahahahahahahaa pleheheheheeaseeehehehheaahaahahhahahahahaa!” The infamous Street Artist begs desperately, deciding he’s getting no where with tugging his arms out, he instead resorts to pushing at the blonde man’s shoulders. “Aaahahahahahhahahahaha aahahahahhahahahahhahaa nohohohohot thehehehehehheere, plehehehehheheheease pleehehehhehehhease, I cahahahhahaan’t tahahahahhahaake ihihihihihit thehehehehehehere! Eeeehehehheahhhahahahahahahahahahahahaa ihihihihihits sohohohohohoho bahahahahhahaad thehehehehehheere! Ihihihihiit’s sohohohoho bahahahahahhaad!”

“Okay, I guess I can leave this spot,” Izuku’s relief is short lived when the hands slide out from under his shoulders and move down, fingers kneading into his lower sides, and he shrieks, arching his back again, shimmying from side to side, throwing his arms down in an attempt to inhibit him, it doesn’t work, it does push his hands down though, which he works with fluidly, fingers curling around his waist as thumbs dig into his hips, and he squeals, jolting under the man, hands flying down to his, and he curls his fingers around the hero’s and pushes desperately. “How about here instead?”

“Nohohohohohoho! Noononononono! Eeeheheheeaeahahahahahahahhahahahaha aaaahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha aaaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaa Keehehehehehehheei! Keheehehehehehehei nohohohohohoho! Aaahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahaa aaahhahhehahehehahehahahahahahahahhahahahaa nohohohohohot theheheheheheheheere! Aaahahahahahahahhahahahhahahaa aaaahahahahaheeaeaehaehaheaaehhahhaahahhahahahahaa aahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaahahaa nohohohohohohohoho!” Keigo smiles at his kid’s bright childlike laughter and looks down, tilting his head, and kneads his thumbs into the teen’s hips sharply. “You gotta really dig in there for the best reaction.” The Artist howls with laughter, pushing at his arms desperately, to push his hands away. “Pfffffaaaaahahahahahhahahahahhhhahaha aahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaa Keehehehehehheheei stohohohohohohop! Pleehehehehehheheease! Whyhyhyhyhy ahahahahahahare yohohohohohou lihihihihihike thihihihihis! Fuhuhuhuhuck!”

His eyes widen when the thumbs stop kneading and he realizes what he just said and starts shaking his head frantically. “Nohohoho! Nohohoo waahahahahahait! I’m sohohohohorry! Kehehehehheei I’m sohohohohorry!” The hero clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, shakes his head, and walks two fingers up the boy’s sides teasingly. “Tsk, tsk, baby bird, there’s that potty mouth again, I guess we need to be punished again.” The Street Artist shakes his head frantically, curling his arms around his ribs, giggling wildly. “Nohohoho, pleheheheheease, nohohohohoo! Nohohohot theheheheheere! Plehehehheease nohohohot theehehehehehehehere! I’m sohohohohorry! I’m sohohohohooo soohohohohohorry! It wohohohohon’t hahahahahappen aaahahahahhahaagain! I sweheheheheheheeeaaahahahahahaar!” He squeals when the man’s fingers press just above his highest ribs. “This is what happens when we use a potty mouth.” Izuku’s not above begging, and that’s what he does, until the fingers claw in, and then he squeals again, curling his arms around himself tightly, rolling from side to side slightly in an attempt to dislodge the fingers, or, at the very least, move them. “Eeeeheheheheaheaheahahahaahhahahahahaha nohohohohohohoo aahahahahahhahahahahahhahaa aaaahahahhahahahahhahahahahhahahaa nohohohohohohot thehheheheheheheheheheere! Pleehehehehehehehease nohoohohohohohohohoo! Rihihihihight theheheheheere ihiihihihihis sohhohohohohoho bahahahahahahhaad! Keheehehehehei plehehehehehease! I’m sohhohohohohohorry! I’m sohohohohoo sohhohohohohorry! Aaahahahahahahahahahahhahaa aaaahahahahhahahahahahahahahahaa aeaeeeeeeeaaeaahaahahahahhahahahahhahahahahaahaa gehehehhheheet aahahahahhahawaayyy frohoohohohohom theheheheheheereeheheheehahheahehahhahahahahahhahhaa!”

“You know, this is just as fun as I thought it’d be, torturing our infamous little vandal.” Keigo hums softly, relishing in the snarky Street Artists hysterical laughter, spidering his fingers down his sides slowly. “Who knew Blackout was this adorable underneath all his snarkiness.” The teens eyes widen when fingers curl around his waist again, and he bucks, trying to push himself out from under the weight of the hero laying on his legs, and immediately squeals, curling inwards, when thumbs dig into his hips again. “All you gotta know are the right buttons to push and you’re done for.”

“Keehehehehheheheei stohohohohohop! Pleeehehehehhehehheease! Nohohohohohoho! Nohohohohot theheheheheheheheerrrreehehehehehehhehe!” The Street Artist shrieks with laughter as he pushes desperately at the man’s shoulders. “Aaaahhahahahahahahahahhahahaha aeeehehahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaaa whyhyhyhyhyhy ahahahhaahaare yohohohohohou sohohohohoho mehehehehheean tohohohohoo mehehehehhehehee!”

“You think this is mean?” He inhales deeply when the digging into his hips stops, panting for air, and meets the hero’s mischievous gold eyes. “This is being nice.”

“Nohoho,” Izuku takes a few deep breaths. “You’re being sadistic.”

“You think this is me being sadistic?” Keigo smiles at him, and admittedly, his smile sends a chill down his spine. “If anything, I’m being merciful.”

The teen snorts softly. “Your definition of merciful and mine must be vastly different.”

“Yea, well,” the winged man hums. “Your definition of sadistic and mine must be vastly different.” He feels as though he may have just gone and dug his own grave when the man hums again and nods. “Let me show you my definition of sadistic.”

He just knows where this is going, knows, and he also knows that he wants no part of it. “No! NO! Kei, no! Don’t you fu—dging dare! Please, no!” The Artist grapples with the hero’s hands when he slowly pushes his shirt up, and shakes his head, barking out about the fact that he’s a cheater when red feathers pull his hands away. “Kei, no! Please! Please don’t! I take it back! No, please no!” Squirming desperately, he tugs against the feathers holding his hands in place at his sides, begging when hands slide up under his shirt, over his ribs, fingers press lightly into the skin above his highest ribs. “No! No, Kei, please don’t! Please! I’ll do anything you want! No questions asked! Just name it! Please! No!”

The winged man grins up at him. “Anything, baby bird?”

Izuku doesn’t realize it’s a trap until it’s too late. “Anything!”

“Anything I want, huh?” He sees his life flash before his eyes. “I want you to suffer.”

The kid screams when the fingers dig in and the hero buries his face in his belly, laughing too hard and uncontrollably to get words out in an attempt to beg him to stop, he had been being merciful, this was sadistic, he now knows Keigo’s definition of sadistic, lesson learned.

When the feathers let his hands go, he immediately curls his fingers in the hero’s hair, pushing desperately at his head.

It’s an eternity (maybe two minutes in actuality) before mercy comes for him in the form of the hero rolling off of him, flopping down to lay next to him on the bed, and he giggles deliriously, slowly curling up on himself, he’s never calling Keigo sadistic again. Never. Again.

“Well, that was fun.” The winged man chimes in over his soft giggling. “Definitely gonna have to do it again sometime.”

Izuku takes a few minutes to get his giggling under control before adding his two sense. “You’re mean.”

Fingers scratch at the back of his head. “Only to you.”

#ler!hawks #ler!takamikeigo #mha takami keigo #lee!deku #lee!midoriya #mha hawks #parental hawks #tickle fic #tickle monster hawks #ticklish!deku

[intheticklecloset]

Hello fellow Chuuya fan!!!!

For the lemonade event, would it be alright if I get a blueberry 🫐 and 🌊 (Water balloon fight 😍) with Shin Soukoku? (Butchered the name lol) With maybe my baby Weretiger getting wrecked?

If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay with me and sorry if I’m early as well 😂.

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

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It didn’t take a genius to know that Akutagawa was not the type of man to want to partake in anything as silly and fun as a water balloon fight.

Atsushi decided he was going to try and get him to have one anyway.

It was finally warming up outside after they’d been sequestered indoors due to the weather so much (not that the weretiger was complaining; snuggling and watching movies with Aku had been his favorite thing ever), and he wanted an excuse to go outside and play around with his boyfriend in the bright sunshine.

Akutagawa – predictably – refused. So Atsushi gave him some higher stakes to fight for.

“We’ll each get three balloons – three chances to hit each other. First one to get hit with a water balloon gets tickled by the other. How about that?”

With grim determination and focus, Akutagawa declared war.

The fight had been raging for several minutes now, but thanks to the both of them being so used to each other’s fighting styles and tricks, neither had landed a single hit so far. They both had one balloon left. It was now or never.

“What happens if neither of us win?” Akutagawa asked, seeming unfazed as he stared his partner down.

Atsushi shrugged and grinned. “Then we’ll just have to resort to a tickle fight.”

The mafioso scoffed. “I think not.”

Finally, after another few minutes, Atsushi threw his final balloon – and missed.

Akutagawa gave him a predatory smile. “I do believe I’ve won this war, weretiger.”

“No way! You haven’t hit me yet—”

“But you were the first to lose all three of your weapons. Therefore…” He dropped his last balloon and lunged for him with Rashomon. Since Atsushi had let his guard down and wasn’t prepared, he was easily overpowered and pinned to the ground, at which point his boyfriend fell upon him and began tickling all over with almost excited fervor. “…you lose.”

“Wahahahahahahahait! That’s not fahahahahahahahair! Ahahahahahahahakutagawaaaa!” Atsushi squealed, struggling uselessly in Rashomon’s grip and cackling as his partner tickled him freely all over his worst spots. “You jeheheheheheheherk! This wahahahahahahasn’t the deheheheheheheheal!”

“And what are you going to do about it, weretiger?” Akutagawa taunted, smirking wickedly down at him, squeezing his hips and sides in rapid succession. “Do you intend to fight me off for real? No more games?”

“I juhuhuhuhuhuhust wahahahahahanted to hahahahahahave fun with yohohohohohou!”

“Are you not having fun now?”

Atsushi cursed, which only made the mafioso grin even wider. “You knohohohohohohow what I mehehehe-HEHEHEHEHEANT!! AHAHAHAHAHA NONONO WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, RYU—!!”

Akutagawa chuckled and leaned down to kiss the shell of his boyfriend’s ear, a single finger wiggling into his belly button as he whispered, “I’m certainly having fun, Atsushi~”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #lemonade event #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #shin soukoku #sskk #playful #cute #fluff #boyfriends #tickling #ticklish #tickle #the way you led that ask I 100% thought you were going to ask for chuuya 😂 #but i'm not complaining!! i love sskk!! #hello to you too fellow chuuya fan!!

[gladdygirl18]

An Emerald Surprise

Summary: While watching a movie at Jotaro’s, Kakyoin decides to annoy his friend. Jotaro saw this as a challenge and ran with it. He just wasn’t expecting Kakyoin to giggle when he poked his side.

Word Count: 2132

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mild swearing (from you know who)

Let’s get one thing straight. Jotaro Kujo is by far the most serious young man you will ever meet. His calm demeanor towards tough situations is honorable and acknowledgeable. To his enemies, it’s scary as hell. They could never tell what he’s thinking. No one can, for that matter. The only one who really knows him is his ever-so-sweet, happy-go-lucky mother, Holly. Holly is the only one who can see past her son’s cold attitude.

It was a warm, summer afternoon in Japan, and school was out for everyone. Kakyoin had come over to Jotaro’s house to hang out. Luckily for them, they didn’t have any work to do over the summer. Holly and Kakyoin’s mother were close friends, so they didn’t mind their sons visiting one another every now and then.

“What movie do you wanna see?” Jotaro asked.

“Any movie is fine, JoJo.” Kakyoin said from the couch.

Jotaro hummed as he scanned through the movies. He soon picked up a VHS tape that read “Never Cry Wolf,” his favorite film. Sliding the film in the player, he walked back to the couch and plopped down next to Kakyoin. The black-haired teen picked up the remote and started the movie. Even though Jotaro had seen this movie a thousand times, he still enjoyed watching it. Kakyoin eventually found enjoyment in the film once he got a grasp of the plot.

“Do you want anything to drink?” Jotaro asked suddenly.

“Some water would be nice, thank you.” Kakyoin said with a genuine grin.

Standing up, the black-haired teen patted his friend’s shoulder before heading into the kitchen. Kakyoin slumped into the couch as he let out a content sigh, watching the men move across the screen. The redhead soon sat up when he came up with a cheeky idea. It’d probably cost him his life, but it would be worth it.

“Let’s see how much it takes to really annoy the shit out of JoJo...” Kakyoin though, a sly smirk forming on his.

Jotaro soon came back and handed Kakyoin a cup with ice water.

“I didn’t know if you wanted ice or not.” Jotaro said as he sat down.

“It’s fine,” Kakyoin said with a kind smile, “Thank you!”

Jotaro gave his friend a small grin before turning back to the movie. Kakyoin waited a few minutes before putting his plan into action. The redhead let out a dramatic yawn and rested his feet across Jotato’s lap. The black-haired teen glanced at his friend before looking back at the TV. Kakyoin often forgets that Jotaro is a patient, young man, and it doesn’t take a lot to piss him off. Kakyoin knew this and used it to his advantage. Kakyoin pretended to stretch and dramatically crossed his legs. Jotaro continued to watch the movie as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, this is gonna harder than I thought...” Kakyoin thought, “No matter. He’ll crack soon.”

What Kakyoin didn’t know was that Jotaro had caught on to his intentions to annoy him. He knew his redheaded friend like the back of his hand, and if he was going to annoy him, he at least wants to give him a run for his money. Kakyoin sighed and placed his heels and Jotaro’s shoulder, playfully tapping the side of his head with the tip of his shoe. No reaction. Now, Kakyoin was getting frustrated. Jotaro noticed this and let the corners of his lip curve upwards.

“Is something wrong, Kakyoin?” Jotaro asked casually, allowing his grin to fade to mask the facade.

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong,” Kakyoin lied, “Nothing at all...”

Jotaro nodded and his attention back to the TV.

“Don’t worry, Kakyoin. I’ll annoy you when you least expect it and see how you like it...” Jotaro thought, glancing at the redhead.

After a few minutes of trying to annoy the crap out of Jotaro, Kakyoin let out a defeated sigh and sat upright. Jotaro smirked when he did this. Leaning back into the couch, Jotaro glanced over at Kakyoin to see his annoyed and defeated look.

“He annoyed himself.” Jotaro thought, “Let’s help him with that...”

Jotaro sat up and saw that Kakyoin was completely engulfed in the movie; it almost looked like he was sleeping. Making sure, the black-haired teen poked the redhead’s side, causing him to flinch away with a giggle. The two teens glanced at one another and Kakyoin’s cheeks turned red.

“What was that?” Jotaro asked.

“N-Nothing! It was nothing!” Kakyoin said quickly, “Nothing to worry about!”

Jotaro knew exactly what was going on and Kakyoin was praying that he didn’t. The black-haired teen shrugged his shoulders and went back to the movie. Kakyoin breathed out a sigh of relief and placed a hand on his side where Jotaro poked him. That’s when Jotaro pounced on top of him, causing Kakyoin to let out a surprised yelp. The two wrestled on the floor until Jotaro was finally on top.

“What the hell, Jotaro!?” Kakyoin asked, “What the hell was that for?”

“Good grief, Kakyoin. You really thought you could hide your secret from me?” Jotaro asked, raising a brow.

Kakyoin swallowed hard and looked away from his friend.

“W-What secret...?” Kakyoin asked with a nervous smile.

Jotaro groaned and shook his head. Not wasting any time, Jotaro raked his fingers up and down Kakyoin’s ribs and sides. Kakyoin let out a giggly yelp before dissolving into adorable giggles.

“Jotarohohohohoho! Stohohohop!” Kakayoin giggled out, “What are you dohohoihihihing?!”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jotaro asked casually.

Kakyoin twisted from side to side, giggling his heart out.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t catch onto what you were doing?” Jotaro asked, “Trying to annoy me the shit outta me, huh? Well, now I’m gonna tickle the shit outta you!”

“How are they relevaahahahahahant?” Kakyoin asked.

Jotaro shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands down to Kakyoin’s belly and hips, moving one of his thumbs in a circular motion on the bone itself and the other vibrating on his belly. Kakyoin bucked upwards, sat up, and latched onto Jotaro’s wrists to make him stop, all while giggling wildly.

“Nohohoho! Don’t do thahahahat!” Kakyoin cried, shaking his head, and trying to pry Jotaro’s hands off him.

“Why? Too much for ya?” Jotaro asked.

The black-haired teen then started vibrating his hands all over his friend’s belly. Kakyoin wheezed before falling back to the ground, letting out louder giggles.

“Oh, my Gohohohohod!” Kakyoin cried, “Stahahaaaaap!”

The redhead flopped around like a fish out of water, his giggles gradually getting louder.

“Stahahahap! Jotaro, plehehehehease!” Kakyoin pleaded, trying to wriggle away.

“You’re not going anywhere...” Jotaro said.

That’s when the black-haired teen manifested his Stand and had it hold down Kakyoin’s hands above his head. Kakyoin’s struggling soon started into frantic thrashing, but he wasn’t getting out of Star Platinum’s titanium grip anytime soon.

“Nohohoho! Let me gohohohoho!” Kakyoin cried.

“Quit your bitchin’ and just take it.” Jotaro said in an annoyed tone.

Kakyoin could barely move. With Jotaro straddling his waist and Star Platinum holding down, he was practically bolted to the ground, and he couldn’t do anything but laugh and plead for mercy that probably wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.

“Jotaro, plehehehease! Stop ihihihit!” Kakyoin cried.

“Good, fucking grief,” Jotaro sighed, “You’re too ticklish for your own good, ya know that, right?”

Kakyoin could barely form a proper word. When Kakyoin didn’t answer his question, Jotaro groaned in mock annoyance and reached a hand behind him to squeeze his friend’s inner thigh. The redhead squealed and kicked his legs out.

“NOT THERE! NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” Kakyoin cried.

“Weak spot?” Jotaro asked.

When Kakyoin didn’t answer, Jotaro sighed and used his other hand to squeeze his friend’s other thigh. Kakyoin wheezed and shook his head in defiance, the only part of his body he could move beside his legs.

“Next time, you better fucking answer me, understand?” Jotaro asked, “Is this a weak spot?”

“OBVIOUSLY! WHAT DO YOU THIHIHIHIHINK!?” Kakyoin asked.

Jotaro didn’t like Kakyoin’s sass, and to punish him, he started massaging one of his thumbs into his friend’s hipbone again, causing the redhead to give a wild buck and let out a new stream of laughter.

“Ya better watch it,” Jotaro said in a low voice, “Do you have any other weak spots you’d wish to share?”

“LIKE HEHEHEHELL I’D TELL YOHOHOHOHOHOU, YOU AHAHAHAHASSHOHOHOHOLE!” Kakyoin laughed.

Now, this was the sentence that sealed Noriaki Kakyoin’s fate. Jotaro stopped his attack and glared down at his panting friend.

“Thank... Thank you...” Kakyoin panted.

“Who said I was done...?” Jotaro asked.

Kakyoin looked up at his friend and felt helpless the minute he looked into Jotaro’s eyes. He was already shorter than him in height, but now, having Jotaro loom over him like this, Kakyoin felt as small as a mouse.

“I don’t appreciate your shit-talk, Kakyoin. So, until you’ve learned your lesson about not being a shitty bitch, you’ll just have to take your punishment,” Jotaro said, “Now, are you gonna tell me where your weak spot is, or are you gonna be a bitch about it?”

Kakyoin scoffed and rolled his amethyst eyes.

“You don’t scare me anymore, JoJo,” Kakyoin lied, hoping his voice wasn’t too shaky, “I have no other weak spots than my thighs, so good luck, JoJo.”

Kakyoin was just digging a deeper grave for himself. Jotaro chuckled and grinned down at his friend.

“Was hoping you’d say that ‘cause I already know where your other weak spot is.” Jotaro said.

Kakyoin stared up at his friend with wide eyes.

“How...? That’s impossible! H-He’s just bluffing! He’s gotta be...!” Kakyoin panicked.

Kakyoin prayed that Jotaro was bluffing. One thing about Jotaro Kujo that Kakyoin has forgotten in this kind of situation: Jotaro rarely ever bluffs, and at this moment, he isn’t! Jotaro started squeezing his friend’s thighs to get him laughing.

“NOHOHO! JOJOHOHOHOHO!” Kakyoin laughed.

After a while, Jotaro shot his hands into Kakyoin’s armpits. Kakyoin literally screamed with laughter, thrashing in Star Platinum’s unrelenting grip.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOOO! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!” Kakyoin cried.

“Thought so. I figured this would be your weak spot.” Jotaro said casually.

What Jotaro said startled the redhead.

“YOU MEHEHEHEAN YOHOHOHOU DIDN’T KNOHOHOHOHOHOW?!” Kakyoin asked, “HOHOHOW DID YOU FIHIHIHIND OHOHOHOHOUT?!”

“Pretty simple, actually. I tested every other part of your body except here,” Jotaro deadpanned, “Truth speaks for itself if you ask me.”

Kakyoin was laughing like a lunatic. Kakyoin could barely move his upper body, and to have one of his worsts spots tickled, you can imagine how torturous it must be for him.

“JAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH! JOJO! PLEASE, STAHAHAHAHAP!” Kakyoin cried.

“Have you learned your lesson about not shit-talking towards me?” Jotaro asked.

Kakyoin let out a new stream of laughter at that question.

“YOU DO IT AHAHAHALL THE TIHIHIHIME TO MEHEHEHE! WHY CAN’T IHIHIHIHI DO IT TO YOHOHOHOHOU!?” Kakyoin asked honestly.

“’Cause it’s fucking annoying.” Jotaro answered.

Kakyoin was able to growl through his gales of laughter.

“YOU DOHOHOHON’T THINK I DON’T GEHEHEHEHEHET ANNOHOHOHOHOYED!?” Kakyoin asked.

“You never say anything.” Jotaro said nonchalantly.

Kakyoin threw his head back and let out a louder stream of handsome laughter.

“OH, MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD! YOU’RE FUHUHUHUHUCKING RIDICULOHOHOHOHOUS!” Kakyoin laughed.

“What was that?” Jotaro asked, moving one hand down to squeeze Kakyoin’s thigh.

Kakyoin fell limp with laughter. He felt tears of mirth streaming down his cheeks.

“OKAY, OKAHAHAHAHAY! I’M SAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” Kakyoin cried, “PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Did you learn you’re fucking lesson?” Jotaro asked.

Kakyoin threw his head back when Jotaro hit a sensitive part of his armpit, causing the redhead to squeal once more.

“YEHEHEHEHES! OH, GAHAHAHAHAD YEHEHEHEHES!” Kakyoin laughed, “JUST STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Staying true to his word, Jotaro stopped the ticking and called back his Stand. Kakyoin panted underneath Jotaro, sweat, and tears dripping from his face.

“You suck... so hard...” Kakyoin panted.

“Watch it, jackass.” Jotaro said pointing a finger at him.

Kakyoin rolled his eyes with a wide grin on his face. Jotaro did the same and proceeded to place a kiss on Kakyoin’s quivering lips. The black-haired teen got off the now flustered redhead and offered a hand to him. Kakyoin wanted to question the action displayed upon him, instead, he took Jotaro’s hand and stood up.

“Never tickle me like that again...” Kakyoin said, even though his cheeks were redder than before.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Jotaro asked, “I’m not ticklish.”

Kakyoin glared at his boyfriend and poked his side. Jotaro didn’t even flinch.

“Shit...” Kakyoin muttered.

Jotaro chuckled and pulled his lover into his chest.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have the whole summer to try and get me back.” Jotaro said.

Emphasis on try. And try Kakyoin will. He didn’t care if his boyfriend was built like a brick wall. After all, every wall has a weak point, and Kakyoin was determined to find Jotaro’s.

#tickle #tickle fic #jjba fic #jjba part 3 #jojo tickle #jotaro x kakyoin

[tickle-fic-chick]

Punishment || A Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic

Author’s Note: Part of a fic exchange I’m doing with @amazingmsme​! This is my first time writing a fic for this fandom but I’m super excited. I love all of these characters and I’m eagerly anticipating the next episode. Just a quick warning, this fic contain adult content that usually isn’t present in my work. You have been warned! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh, and remember...you’re never fully dressed without a smile!

Angel Dust was on a mission and he was determined to succeed. He was no stranger to flirting and seducing, not that it shocked anyone. When you worked in the adult entertainment industry such things were expected of you. Angel was exceptionally popular too, with both men and women. While he personally fancied men and only men, there were times when Valentino didn’t give him much of a choice when it came to partners. He would do whatever it took to keep his drug habit funded and his job secured. Still, Angel would have been lying if he said he hated his work. He had been with some of the top overlords in Hell, a claim not many could make. Still, there was one stallion the spider demon had been unable to ride. That stallion was Alastor, the radio demon and resident co-manager of the hotel. Well, he was determined to change that! He could have any man he wanted and that included Alastor!

He poked his head around the corner, eyes zeroing in on his target. Alastor was at the bar counter, seemingly pestering Husk. The cat demon looked like he would have rather been anywhere else, ears twitching as Alastor laughed at one of his own puns. Angel’s heart rate quickened as determination filled him; he could do this! He wasn’t really interested in Alastor as a romantic partner, just as a one-night stand. He was desperate to know what the famous overlord was like in bed. All he had to do was secure one night with him and that would be the end of it. Besides, then he could brag to his coworkers that he had seduced one of the most powerful beings in Hell. How awesome would that be? Angel took a deep breath, adjusting the outfit he had carefully spent an hour choosing before striding towards the bar. The clicking of his heels quickly drew the attention of the other two demons. Alastor’s face remained unchanged, bearing his usual forced grin, and Husk looked like he wanted to throw himself from the roof of the hotel.

“Ah, Angel Dust! Care to join us? I was just telling Husk about the newest ideas Charlie pitched for the hotel!” The deer demon greeted. “Not that I have much of a choice in the matter.” Husk grumbled, downing his third glass of whisky in under ten minutes. With luck he would pass out soon and wouldn’t have to deal with Alastor again for a few hours. Angel leaned against the counter, batting his eyelashes. He made a point to position himself so that his chest was on display, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Husk. “Don’t you ever wear any normal clothes?” The bartender groaned. “Nope! Why would I want to cover up my best assets?” Angel replied, chancing a glance at Alastor. The radio host seemed to be completely unfazed by his tight, revealing corset and mini skirt. Damn, he was good! Still, Angel wasn’t anywhere near ready to give up! Husk groaned, rubbing his head. “I’ll be back...” He grumbled, stumbling off towards the restrooms. It seemed he had over drank, as usual. This left Alastor and Angel Dust completely alone; perfect.

Angel scooted closer to Alastor; that certainly drew the other’s attention. “So, it’s just you and me now...” The spider demon purred. Alastor tilted his head slightly, grin never faltering. “What precisely are you getting at?” The radio host questioned. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m getting at. Let’s head up to my room, what do you say? I can show you a real good time.” Alastor chuckled, static filtering through as he took a step back. “I’m afraid I have to turn down your offer. I’m not one for carnal pursuits of the flesh. Why don’t you proposition ‘ole Husker? He would put up a little resistance at first but usually gives in rather quickly.” Angel took another scoot closer to Alastor, eyes burning with desire. “Because it’s not him I want, big boy.” He reached out to touch the other’s arm, which was promptly drawn away. “Angel, if you persist I’m afraid there’s going to be dire consequences.” Angel smirked. “Haven’t you heard? I like bein’ punished, especially by studs like you.”

Alastor’s expression changed, though it was barely noticeable. His already wide smile widened ever so slightly. There was a new gleam to his eyes, though Angel couldn’t tell what it meant yet. “Is that so?” Alastor purred, taking a step closer to the spider demon. His overall presence poured charisma and power, making Angel’s heart nearly jump out of his chest. “Well then, perhaps I shall carry out your little punishment...” Angel’s throat went dry; was it happening? Had his efforts payed off? His eyes narrowed, smirk widening. “Just be gentle with me, Al. I still gotta work tomorrow.” Angel turned, about to lead the way to his quarters when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked down, discovering a dark tentacle wrapped around it. “Where do you think you are going?” Alastor asked, taking another step closer. Angel gulped, trying to keep up his cocky persona. “My room? Unless you wanna do this right here, where anyone can see us?” Alastor let out another low chuckle. “Let them see. I’m sure they will enjoy the show.”

That surprised Angel Dust. He had never pegged Alastor as the kinky type; the deer demon was the most mysterious and private person he knew! Still, he certainly wasn’t complaining! A few more tentacles appeared from a portal in the ground, wrapping around his arms and legs. He felt himself being hoisted up and pinned to the wall. “Woah! You do this often?” Angel asked with a nervous chuckle. “Yes, though my magic usually isn’t used for something so trivial.” Alastor scanned the trapped actor’s body, clearly contemplating something. “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” Angel shrugged; whatever it took to get this show on the road. “Ask away.” Alastor leaned forward, purring into his captive’s ear. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Angel froze, eyes widening. Had he heard that right? No, surely not! “C-Can you repeat that?” He stammered, earning a devilish laugh from the deer demon. “Are you ticklish? It’s a simple questions, my friend! Yes or no!” Oh, so he had heard right. Angel could feel himself blushing under his fur.

The truth was, he was extremely ticklish. He also loved it, tickling being near the top of his growing list of kinks. Just about everyone knew so he rarely had to explain himself. That, when combined with the pure novelty of Alastor being the one teasing him, flustered the spider demon to no end. “W-Well, I...” He started, a squeal cutting off his words. One of the tentacles had slipped around his waist, stroking against his belly. The corset he was wearing left just the slightest bit of tummy exposed, a choice in attire he was now regretting. He bit his lip, holding back snickers. “Yes or no...” Alastor’s tone just made his teasing ever worse! Angel took a deep breath before finally managing to stammer out an answer. “Yes! Y-You know, thihihis isn’t exactly what I had in mind...” He babbled, a giggle slipping out as a tentacle stroked across his neck. “Good! I cannot wait to explore this further!” Alastor chimed, snapping his fingers. The various tentacles set to work, stroking over his exposed neck and belly. Angel instantly burst into giggles, having no chance of holding it in.

“Ah, it seems we’re already making progress!” Alastor said gleefully, a sadistic undertone in his voice. The tentacles were gentle enough at first, stroking slowly and teasingly across Angel’s belly and neck. However, it seemed that Alastor quickly grew bored with mere giggles and elected to really make the spider demon shriek. More tentacles joined the party, squeezing Angel’s hips and knees. The actor squealed, shaking his head rapidly. “Noooohohohohohahahahaha! Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Alastor feigned ignorance. Of course he did, that bastard! “Don’t? Don’t what, my dear friend? You like this, do you not?” Angel’s eyes widened in shock. “Hohohohohow cohohohould you pohohohohohossibly know thahahahat?” He questioned through another round of laughter. “Why, you just told me!” The deer demon replied. Angel’s cheeks were on fire now. He had tricked him! That bastard had tricked him! That wasn’t fair! 

“Now, would you be so kind as to tell me your worst spot?” Alastor asked. Angel shook his head stubbornly, squealing again as a particularly sensitive spot on his lower belly was targeted. “Thehehehehehehehere is nohohohohoho wahahahahahay in Hehehehehell I’m tehehehehelling yohohohohohou that!” He retorted. In all honesty, he wanted the other to find it. He was actually enjoying himself quite a bit and wanted this to go on as long as he could handle it. Alastor shrugged, humming as he leaned against the bar counter. “Suit yourself! I’ll just have to experiment with each and every spot until I find the right one.” Angel’s eyes flashed deviously. “Oooohohohohoho, kihihihihihinky!” He called out. While there was no visible change, that comment seemed to irk the deer demon as the tickles suddenly grew much more intense. The tentacles more drilled into his torso, forcing waves of laughter from poor Angel. A shriek tore from his throat when a tentacle curiously brushed under one of his arms. “Oooh, what do we have here?” Alastor purred as Angel’s struggling increased tenfold.

Angel felt into wave after wave of shrieks as tentacles began drilling into his exposed hollows. It was bad enough having a sweet spot that was so easily accessed; having six of them just made it worse! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He cackled. “Begging? So soon? I would have thought a demon of your experience would have a higher tolerance.” Alastor’s teasing was going to kill him, Angel was sure of it. Well, if those damn tentacles didn’t do it first. There was enough of them to attack every armpit at once, something he was completely unused to. The most lers he had ever had at one time was two; only enough hands for four hollows. While that was still awful, it was nothing compared to Alastor’s attack. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!” He pleaded, feeling himself growing tired. The corset’s tightness made it hard to take deep breaths; he would definitely need a break soon.

Thankfully, Alastor decided to be merciful for once in his life. The tentacles receded back into the portal, leaving the spider demon panting on the ground. Angel curled up, wrapping his multitude of arms around his torso. Alastor approached, observing his victim’s tired state. “Well, I’d say that was sufficient enough punishment, don’t you?” Angel looked up at the deer demon, letting out a weak chuckle. “Damn, you’re merciless. We could use someone like you back at the studio. There are demons who would pay good money for a session with you.” Alastor raised his hand, fingers poised to snap again. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll back off with the sex stuff, okay?” Angel blurted quickly. Alastor chuckled, offering Angel a hand. Surprised, the actor accepted the gesture and was pulled to his feet. “Good to hear! Oh look, here comes Husker! Shall we have him pour us a drink?” Angel laughed, shaking his head.

That night was certainly full of surprises...

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