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franklyshipping · 1 year

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Tickling His Guard Down ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOO HERE WE HAVE A FIC BASED OFF A GLORIOUS ANON PROMPT WITH OUR FAVOURITE BUBBLEGUM BOI AND OUR GRUMPY FNAF GUARD, SO LET’S DO THIS!

Wilford Warfstache was in a traipsing mood. This kind of mood involved the flamboyant man letting his whims carry him through the manor, until such a time as something caught his interest. Currently he was humming an absent tune, not at all thinking about where he was going – such was the man’s haphazard nature. Eventually though he found a glimmer of focus, and realised he’d made it to the very top floor of the manor. Here resided a few bedrooms, some of the largest in fact, since they’d all been converted from attic spaces. And as it so happened, one of those bedroom doors was ajar.

Wilford peeked inside, and beamed when he spotted none other than Guard, the paranoid FNAF security fellow turned ultimate-sarcastic-grump-meister. The man was lying on his bed, flinging playing cards with great accuracy into his trashcan, which was lying on its side a few feet away. Wilford realised that he’d never actually seen inside the man’s room before, and of course his curiosity was insatiable. So Wilford, actually remembering his manners for once, knocked on the door.

‘What?’

Guard called, and Wilford stuck his head in the doorway with a bright grin.

‘Eeeevening.’

Guard raised an eyebrow, not moving from his bed.

‘Can I help you?’

Wilford’s head inched into the room slightly, his grin widening as he put on his sweetest butter-wouldn’t-melt voice.

‘Actually you can! You see I was just having a little wander, just letting the wibbly-wobbly time continuum guide me on my way, when I realised that I’ve never actually been up here before! Or if I have then I can’t remember… anyhoo! I was just wondering if I could have a little looksie around, if that’s alright with you. I swear you won’t even know I’m here!’

Guard blinked at his impromptu guest. He was hesitant, for a number of reasons. After everything Guard had been though he was incredibly protective of his private space – it was his sanctuary of solitude away from the rest of the world, a place where he knew for certain he was safe. Also he was keenly aware of how easily Wilford could bring chaos into every situation. Despite these points however… Guard actually quite liked Wilford. He was an interesting breed of innocent weirdness and maybe, just maybe, Guard had left his door ajar on purpose… in the hope of someone noticing.

‘Sure, why not.’

‘Why thank you very kindly!’

Guard held back a smile at Wilford’s enthusiasm and watched as he sauntered into the room, and set about taking eager interest in… well, everything. To be fair though, Guard had more of a mini apartment at his disposal than simply a bedroom. He had a kitchenette with worn wooden surfaces, a huge en-suite bathroom, access to a fire escape so he could come and go unseen, and his own wifi router – though Wilford got especially excited when he looked through Guard’s weapons closet, where his flamethrower was displayed in pride of place. Wilford got excited by every little thing, babbling like a hyper kid as Guard tried not to laugh at how endearing he was being. Wilford sat himself on Guard’s bed with a dramatic sigh after his inspection, giving Guard a delighted grin.

‘I mean you basically have a mini house in here! With all this stuff you barely ever have to leave!’

‘Yeah, that’s kinda the point…’

Guard paused, realising what he’d said. He cleared his throat and fiddled with his playing cards as Wilford’s expression softened. Wilford knew the desire for isolation and self-preservation when he saw it, for he had seen it so many times before with his loved ones; though everyone always had their own reasons. He tilted his head at Guard softly.

‘Why?’

Guard shrugged, avoiding Wilford’s eye and continuing to fidget.

‘I guess… I’ve always felt better with my own company.’

Wilford nodded gently. He could tell Guard wasn’t quite ready to open up all the way, which was understandable given everything he’d gone through. Even after having such a victory over evil, when all was said an done he was ultimately alone, hardly able to share his experiences with anyone lest he be labelled as crazy. Wilford could relate to that. He was eager to help make Guard feel more at ease around him, and so brightened his smile to him.

‘Well I bet your company is a fine one to have! I know I’d love to have it from time to time, and I’ve heard on the grapevine that my company is pretty spectacular!’

Wilford waggled his eyebrows, and for a few moments Guard was speechless… because that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him before. He even almost let out a genuine smile, especially with Wilford bigging himself up like the endearing goof that he was. However Guard, as per his habits, let his sarcastic self get the better of him.

‘You think your company’s really that great do you?’

Wilford blinked, then gaped when he picked up on the sass. Guard snorted at Wilford’s suddenly dramatic expression, which made Wilford narrow his eyes at him as he exclaimed.

‘You dare sass at Wilford Warfstache?! In all my incomprehensible decades of living I have NEVER been so insulted!’

Guard snorted again, he couldn’t help it! He had a love for winding people up that he sometimes just couldn’t ignore… but little did he know that today, there would be consequences. Wilford wasn’t going to take Guard’s attitude lightly, and as he flicked his gaze over the smug man he contemplated. A punishment was certainly in order, something torturous enough to teach him a lesson, but also playful enough to perhaps help him loosen up… aha. Wilford’s eyes gleamed with the perfect idea. Before Guard knew it, Wilford’s hands had latched onto his ankles. Guard spluttered as he was tugged into a lying position on his bed, his playing cards spilling from his hands as Wilford sat on his legs.

‘Hey–what the hell?! Get your damn candy ass off me!’

Wilford chuckled and tutted, wrestling with Guard’s flailing hands as he replied.

‘Now now settle down you! Fighting will only make this worse!’

‘Make what worse?! Get off you–no!’

Guard yelped when Wilford successfully pinned his wrists down under his knees, the moustached man letting out a satisfied sigh as Guard wriggled and grunted under him.

‘That’s better!’

‘No it isn’t! Let me go right the hell now!’

‘No can do I’m afraid! Not until you’ve taken your punishment for being a sassy little shit.’

Wilford grinned as Guard glared up art him, a mix of confused and annoyed as he tried to figure out what in the hell Wilford was talking about.

‘What the hell you mean punishme–?’

Then, Guard’s voice got stuck in his throat. Wilford has chosen that moment to splay his fingers across Guard’s taut, vulnerable stomach. He was only wearing a thin, grey t-shirt, meaning that Wilford’s light touch sent some rather intense, ticklish sparks through his midriff. His reaction made Wilford’s grin widen.

‘Well now, what have we here?’

‘N-Nothing.’

Guard swallowed thickly, trying to keep his composure… but deep down, he knew he was fucked.

‘Nothing?’

‘Wilford c-c’mon!’

‘C’mon what?’

Wilford was curling and uncurling his fingers incessantly, making Guard bite his lip and start smiling as he shook his head up at him – with every passing second, his will was slowly unravelling.

‘Not this okay anything but this! God–fucking waterboard me, throw me in a vortex, beat me up, anything you want just not thihis!’

A little giggle escaped him as Wilford’s blunt nails trailed over his stomach and sides, making him tremble as his face got gradually redder and redder. Wilford’s grin was impossibly huge with delight and awe – discovering someone’s ticklishness for the first time was honestly one of his favourite things in the entire world.

‘Aww, but I could never hurt you Guard! That’s why this is so perfect! I can torture you all I want and there won’t be a mark on you… unless I get hungry of course.’

Wilford winked down at him playfully, making Guard gape as even more heat rushed to his face. But before he could come up with a reply he burst into laughter, for Wilford had decided he was done with the anticipation. His fingers now scratched and scribbled Guard’s toned stomach with wild abandon, and there was nothing Guard could do.

‘NAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK NONOHOHO WIHIHILFORD C’MAHAHAN!’

Wilford found himself amazed by Guard’s laughter, for it wasn’t at all what he’d been expecting! The way he laughed was so bright, so perfectly musical, and Wilford thought it was one of the most beautiful laughs he’d heard in his entire life!

‘Oh my God your laugh is so pretty!’

‘SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!’

‘No really I mean it! It sounds like music!’

Wilford exclaimed in earnest, which had Guard shocked. At first he’d thought Wilford was merely teasing him, but now he saw the sincerity on his face and just felt flustered beyond measure! He was so unused to compliments that he had no idea how to react, and so ended up turning his face away and squeezing his eyes shut adorably.

‘YOHOHOU SHUHUT YOHOUR MOHOUTH!’

Wilford giggled, loving how flustered he was.

‘Why don’t you make me?’

Guard spluttered and yelped as Wilford now starting kneading his toned stomach, making him arch his back and flop about desperately as he shook his head.

‘IHIHIHI CAHAHAN’T!’

‘Oh dear, that must be pretty sucky for you.’

Guard let out a desperate whine as the kneading sent ticklish waves all the way through him, his laughter making his entire body shake underneath Wilford. After a few moments though Wilford gave his stomach mercy, leaving Guard panting as he got his breath back. But then Guard gulped when Wilford hummed musingly at him.

‘Now I wonder where else you’re ticklish, howsabout down here?’

Wilford give his hipbones some soft, experimental pinches, making Guard elicit a few rather noticeable squeaks. Wilford, of course, loved this.

‘Is that a yes? That sounded like a yes to me!’

Wilford softly spidered Guard’s hips, making him splutter and squeak even more as he jerked from side to side – unfortunately for him though, nothing he did could dislodge Wilford’s tickling fingers. The hip tickling also meant Guard was now caught up by the most adorable, high-pitched fits of giggles Wilford had ever heard!

‘Gohoho ahahawahahay!’

‘Aww, now why would I do that when I’m enjoying your company so much?’

Wilford teased, chuckling when Guard’s face scrunched up out of embarrassment.

‘Shuhuhut uhuhup smahahartass!’

‘Or what gigglehips?’

Wilford’s retort made Guard let out an indignant voice crack, the nickname catching him completely off guard – it also had the side effect of sending his blush up to his ears. Wilford laughed fondly, scratching away at Guard’s sensitive hips happily as he crooned.

‘Ooh, does someone like their new nickname?’

‘Wha–nohoho! Dohon’t cahahall mehehe thahat!’

‘Oh I’m so telling everyone to call you gigglehips now!’

‘Dohohon’t yohohou fuhucking dahahare!’

Wilford kept laughing along with Guard. He was so damn happy that he was able to see this brighter side of him, and ironically the tickling seemed to have the wondrous effect of making Guard less tense than he was before! Wilford decided he wanted to up the ante though, and spontaneously pinched the giggly man’s thighs as he raised an eyebrow.

‘Was that a threat?’

Wilford’s eyes widened with surprised glee when Guard shrieked at the pinches, and at how his eyes went oh so wide as he looked up at Wilford and babbled.

‘NOHO–nonono Ihi wohould never threaten you n-nehever! I was juhust s-sayihing random shihit I swear!’

Guard gulped as he watched Wilford, hoping beyond hope that maybe he’d have mercy, that maybe he wouldn’t tickle the most insanely ticklish spot he had on his body. The moustached man regarded him for a few moments… before his lips slowly spread in an evil smile which, I daresay, would have rivalled that of Darkiplier himself.

‘Are you ticklish right here?’

‘Wilford!’

‘It seems like you might be ticklish right here.’

‘Wilford please!’

Wilford paused for a moment, for dramatic effect, before smirking like the Devil.

‘I think I’m gonna tickle right here.’

As soon as Wilford’s tickly, pinching fingers touched down on Guard’s thighs, he was done for. The poor man was a mess of mirthful shrieks and screams as Wilford tickled the absolute hell out of him. This was the most that Guard had been tickled in his entire life and honestly? He thought he was going insane.

‘OHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAAAA!’

Guard’s hysteria only made Wilford more eager to tickle him, and he cooed down at him eagerly.

‘Daawww poor thing, do my pinchies really tickle that bad?’

Guard nodded frantically, tears quick to gather in his eyes. The sensations were like nothing he’d ever felt before. Each pinch to the flesh of his thighs was like a fiery shock that made his cheeks ache with grinning, and his stomach shake with the heft of his laughter.

‘YEHEHEHEHEEEE!’

Wilford chuckled fondly, because to him there was truly nothing more beautiful than a little madness.

‘Are you sorry for being a sassy little shit?’

Guard nodded again, his desperate babbles immediate.

‘YESYEHEHEHEHES IHIHIHI SAHAHAHARRY!’

Now, Wilford discerned that Guard could likely have handled a little more, but he decided to have mercy. He could tell with ease that it had been a very long time since Guard had gotten tickled, and certainly nothing close to this level of meanness, and the last thing Wilford wanted to do was over-do it. So he happily relented and moved off Guard’s legs, his smile broad and sweetly satisfied.

‘Good, and let that be a lesson to you! No-one sasses ol’ Warfy and gets away with it!’

Guard snorted in-between his gasps for air and residual giggles, blinking his tears away as his body immediately curled up into a protective ball. The two men were quiet for a few minutes, Wilford exercising his rare patience as Guard panted and regained his senses. Soon Guard just had his residual giggles to deal with as he smiled bashfully.

‘Mehessage received… hoholy shihihit…’

Wilford giggled fondly as Guard calmed down fully, and another sect of silence reigned the room. Wilford looked around a little, his thoughts starting to drift once again into that familiar haze of absence; then, Guard nudged him.

‘Hey Wilford?’

Wilford blinked and smiled at him.

‘Uh huh?’

Guard was hesitant then, tentative as he thought about what he wanted to say. Then he took a breath and cleared his throat.

‘Do uh… do you really want my company?’

Wilford smile softened, and he nodded to him as he replied.

‘I do. I know some other people who’d like it too… you wanna meet a few of them?’

Guard nibbled his lip at the question, thinking to himself. However now, a few of his feelings had altered. Instead of an anxious tightness encompassing his chest he felt lighter, more relaxed, at the thought of spending time with people. He knew his anxiety would return in the future, for there was rarely a one-time fix for the recurrent feeling… but here and now he was okay, and he wasn’t going to take it for granted.

‘Yeah, yeah I’d like that.’

Wilford beamed with a gasp and jumped up excitedly, and Guard laughed when the bombastic man grabbed him by the hand and started rattling off about all the people he wanted to introduce him to. Before Guard knew it he’d been yanked out of his room, but he was okay with that. Of course, it is always incredibly important to have time for yourself, and to have a space for your own that’s all for you so you can feel safe with your own company… but never forget, there will always be other people out there who will love your company too.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DOO! WOOO LUV YOUS!!

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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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What A Discovery

Hi, @tiggles-uwu, I’m your Squealing Santa! I really hope you like this fic I wrote for you, I’m sorry if it’s bad as this is not my main fandom! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!

@ticklygiggles, thank you once again for doing this, here is my submission!

Mark sat down next to Y/N on the edge of the bed, awkwardly prodding at their head and making his way down their body. He called out your name as he did so. Obviously, there was no reaction from them, at least not until he poked the end of their shoulder blade, which made Y/N make some sort of weird noise between a grunt and a squeal. They turned their head to the side, slowly opening their eyes to see who was awakening them.

"Hey.. can you like... not do that?" Y/N croaked out, not noticing Mark's smirk as they stretched their arms over their head, cracking their knuckles as they did so. What Y/N did not expect to happen however, was Mark to scribble under their arms. Y/N squealed in surprise as they slammed their arms against their sides, feeling too tired to even attempt to hide their hysterical giggles.

"So... ticklish, huh?" Mark commented casually, adding his other hand onto Y/N's hips, squeezing it to hold them in place as he shook his other hand into their ribs, not giving poor Y/N a chance to answer as they squealed with loud laughter. They thrashed around all of the place in a feeble attempt to throw him off.

"NOHOHO, I'M AHAHAWAKE NOW STOHOHOHOP!" Y/N squealed out, managing to grip onto Mark's wrists as they tried to push him away. However, it was more than obvious that Mark was too strong, so he didn't even budge and continued squeezing and tickling them.

"Well, what a fascinating discovery! What's so funny, huh? Sleeping in until 11am is no laughing matter!" Mark teased, moving to scribble both hands into Y/N's armpits, earning a shriek from them as they yelped and squirmed around as much as possible. They had no other option but to shake their head and try and push Mark off the bed for a second of relief.

"NONONONO YOU'RE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE YOU AHAHAHASS!" Y/N bellowed out, now just attempting to kick Mark off the bed. They knew they couldn't hurt him, so they just kept attempting to get him off that way. They also heard Mark gasp, which was probably a sign that they were pretty much screwed. The fact that Mark had grabbed their flailing ankle confirmed that assumption.

"You did not just call me an ass." Mark murmured evilly before really going in for the kill, he held a good grip on Y/N's ankle before scribbling his blunt nails up and down their sole, making Y/N shriek with laughter as they punched the mattress as a way to express their torture.

"I CAHAHAHAN'T, MAHAHAHARK I'M SOHOHOHORRY!" Y/N begged, feeling their free foot kick Mark repeatedly in the leg as they cackled with laughter.

"I dunno, you called me an ass so... I need to make sure you never call me that again, even if you're raging during a game." Mark grinned, now scribbling into Y/N's toes, earning high pitched squeals off them whilst they continued to cackle with laughter.

Eventually, Mark gave them a break, he got up after giving Y/N one more side squeeze. "Don't worry, Y/N, that will not be the last time I tickle you. Now get up, I have a game I wanna show you." Mark called with a cheeky grin before leaving poor Y/N to recover by themselves and get downstairs.

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pebblee-penguin · 3 years

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Hai @ficsandgiggles !! I'm your squealing santa!!! I hope you enjoy your fic, and happy holidays!

And thank you to @ticklygiggles for organizing all this!! <3

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(A post-Unus Annus tickle fic!! Lee!Ethan and Ler!Mark, platonic.)

Ethan is nervous because he thinks that since Unus Annus is dead, no one will remember him or his channel. Mark seeks ways to comfort him

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It was a couple days after Christmas and Mark had invited a couple friends over, safely. Some of his “YouTuber friends” took the C0vid test, and all tested negative so they got together, still being as safe as possible. Along with Ethan, Mark had the entirety of “Teamiplier” and more. Everyone was thankfully safe beforehand, and afterwards.

The others had left for some personal business, but Ethan stayed for a bit longer, not entirely motivated to drive home by himself. Mark was used to having Ethan around his home. Thanks to Unus Annus, Ethan felt like a roommate to him every once in a while. And he didn’t mind! As much as he made fun of Ethan, the two were best friends.

Ethan helped Mark and Amy clean up after the dinner. Amy had noticed Ethan’s eyes began to look wet, and seemed like he wasn’t doing okay.

“Hey, uh–would it be okay if I sat down f-for a moment. I’m—feeling dizzy.”

The other two looked up from their work and nodded.

“Yeah sure, go sit down.” Mark motioned his head towards the couch.

“Thanks..” Ethan sat on Mark’s couch with his hands on his forehead. Mark immediately got back to cleaning up. Amy smacked his arm.

“He’s clearly not feeling well. You should go talk to him.” she whispered.

“He seems..fine. I thought he was just dizzy...”

“Something’s on his mind. Just–go!”

“I don’t want you to hafta clean up everything by yourself-” he whined.

“I’ll be fine, just go talk to him.” she smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek as she nudged him towards his friend. Mark smiled and headed towards Ethan.

Ethan heard footsteps coming toward him, so he quickly wiped his eyes and masked a slight smile for Mark.

“W-What’s up?” he stuttered, hoping his friend wouldn’t notice his current condition.

“What do you mean what’s up? Somethings not okay with you. Do you feel sick or something?” Mark sat down next to his friend. He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want Ethan to feel bad.

“No, not sick.. Just…..tired. I guess..” He smiled, truly trying to be considerate, he shoved his emotions down inside himself to not burden anyone else. “I feel fine, Mark. Don’t worry about it.”

“You do not feel fine. I’m here to help! We can talk if you’d like. I just wanna help.” Mark’s eyes were locked on Ethan’s, making no error in showing him that he wanted to help. Ethan scoffed a bit and looked away.

“I’m fine..just don't worry about it-”

Mark sighed. He hated seeing his friend feel down.

"Tell you what. Can I at least try to make you feel better, however you're feeling?" He raised his eyebrows, feeling determined to make sure Ethan could go back to being his best self.

"Yeah..sure." he chuckled slightly.

"Good. That's all I need." Mark ran past the kitchen for a moment, then ran back dog in hand.

"Heh, hi Beeks." He ruffled the top of Chica's fluffy face. Mark's eyes widened at Ethan's lack of emotion.

"Really?? Chica can't even help?" He put Chica's paws on Ethan's leg and pretended that Chica had a sad look on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling it!" Ethan threw his hands in the air for a moment. Mark stared at him, ideas flowing through his head for what could work even better than shoving a dog in his face.

"C'monnn! C'moooooon~" Mark cood while poking all around Ethan's torso. "I just wanna heeeeelp~"

Ethan swatted Mark's hands away. Mark noticed the slight grin forming on Ethan's face. He was attempting to hold down the bubbly giggles in his chest.

"Ohohoh... I got an idea to make yous feel bettah~" Mark used his 'Yancy' voice, indicating a playful tone towards Ethan.

"Mahark, don't you dare. It's not the time for this-" Instead of getting up from the couch, he began to shrink himself in to the couch's corner. With the realization that this idea wouldn't be the greatest, he continued executing it.

"Ohhhohoh I think it IS the time for this~" Mark playfully wiggled his fingers towards the younger man's stomach.

"Nohohoho!!" Ethan sunk further into the couch. As far as he could until Mark's fingers barely made contact with his quivering stomach.

"Yes!" Mark pounced and dug his clawed hands into Ethan's sides. Ethan twitched and squirmed as if he just got electrocuted, laughing hysterically.

"NAHAHA YOHOHOU AHAHAHASS-" He writhed and locked his arms in a position that almost made him look like he was operating a jetpack.

"Ass? I'm trying to help you out! Trying to make you feel better! I don't even know the reason for the horrid feeling has overcome you!" Mark's clawed hands scribbled over to the side of Ethan's ribs, Making Ethan's loud giggles go up an octave.

"NAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAHAHAHARK QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT-" Ethan jolted again to the side.

"Nnnope! I'm gonnnnnnnnaaaaa......tickle your tummy! Tickle tickle!! Tickle tickle tickle!!" Mark's teasy voice was one Ethan had never heard before, but was enjoying thoroughly.

Through Ethan's incoherent giggles, Mark could barely understand all of what he was saying except for a mere "whyhyhyhy".

Ethan's major giggle fest was urging Ethan to fall off the couch. Before Ethan could 'escape' in any way, Mark thrusted his leg between Ethans' to keep him in place.

"Nuh-uh-uh~" Mark clicked. "I will sit here and tickle the information out of you if I have tooo~"

Ethan had no time to retaliate when he was at Mark's mercy once again. The tickling fingers moved and began vibrating at the crevice of Ethan's neck.

"FAAAHAHAHAHAHAHACK NAAHAHAHAHAHAHA" Ethan screamed as his hands moved to try to push away Mark from his sensitive neck. The two could even hear Amy giggling at them from the kitchen.

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAMY AHAHARE YOHOHOU ENJOHOYIHING THIHIHIS-" Ethan squealed to her from across the room.

"Am I doin' good Amy?" Mark began attacking Ethan's exposed underarms, from blocking his neck.

"You're doing great hunny!" Amy giggled again from the kitchen.

"YOOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO SHUHUT UHUHUP" Ethan's laughter grew twice as loud, and thrice as joyous. Mark chuckled at his friend who was clearly smiling. Not just from the tickling sensations, but he seemed to be feeling a lot better than before.

After what seemed like hours, but was really about 20 minutes in all, Mark slowed his tickles down to slight scratches on Ethan's back. Ethan, who was laying face down on the couch now, was giggling, almost sleepily.

"You feelin' any better? You ready to talk?" Mark moved so Ethan could sit up and breathe if he needed to.

"Yeah, I feel better." He grinned. "But..do we hafta talk about shit?"

“Come on, I really want to help whatever you’re going through. Please?” Mark nodded his head, showing that he was being serious.

Ethan saw Mark’s intent, and unraveled his feelings.

“I’m just having a bit of a harder time with Unus Annus. I’m fine with it being over, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad..but it’s making me feel like I’ve been forgotten already.” He looked down, avoiding eye contact. What he was feeling seemed so silly, so inconvenient. He didn’t know why this made him anxious, it normally never did. Mark’s eyes widened.

“Man are you serious? You’ve got literally nothing to worry about! Your fans absolutely adore you! You've got touring plans! You just hit 2 mil!! That’s a win in my book!” He pat Ethan’s shoulders.

“I know, I know! And I’m nothing but thankful! But.. I just feel like ever since Unus Annus is gone....people are forgetting about me already. Views have gone down and likes have gone down and ‘hate comments’ have gone up and all sorts of shit like that! And I know it’s petty to just think about views, but to be honest it kind of hurts my feelings. Which is really stupid.”

Mark understood Ethan’s feelings. It’s hard to feel unfulfilled. It’s hard to feel forgotten. He’s had times like that too.

“Hey, no one is forgetting about you. If anything Unus Annus probably boosted your channel!” he chuckled unharshly. Ethan sighed.

“Look, all I’m saying is that I really think you’ve got nothing to be worried about. Honestly, I see you working harder than ever now that Unus Annus is dead. And you’re making so much progress. You’re progressing faster than I hoped to have when I was where you are. You’re doing so much, and your fans love you. You’re amazing, man.” Ethan looked up and smiled at Mark.

“Damn, that really means a lot to me. Thanks Mark.” he smiled widely.

"No problem, you ticklish dork." He ruffled Ethan's hair like a child. "And thanks to you for being ticklish enough for me to get you to talk." He winked and Ethan chuckled.

“No problem, asshole.”

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Wow! This is the first full fic I've written and posted to tumblr! I hope yall like it!! :D xx

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luminary-gremlin · 4 years

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Poly vs Poly (Prologue)

A/N: Hi everyone! I was inspired to make this small series from an anon’s ask on @franklyshipping tumblr! I can’t wait to see how people like this!

Tagging: @thehostofleetrature @yandere-ipli-ler @darkipli-ler @wilford-lee-warfstache

It was a quiet afternoon in the ego household, quite a rarity with all the chaotic energy from some of the egos. Two polyamorous relationships decided to hang out together, bonding over the fact now there was another poly within the household.

The OG poly consisting of Silver Shepherd, Yandereiplier, and the Host were all cuddled up on the couch near by the fireplace with a light blanket as to not overheat with Host sandwiched in between his two lovelies.

They were chatting with the newly formed poly of Darkiplier, Wilford, and Captain Magnum, all currently lying on the floor while Wilford and Dark rested on Magnum’s large beastly chest. Although Dark and Wilford were definitely not shy to their relationship, having a third was some getting used to. They were all more than happy to be together, but definitely appreciated having another poly help figure things out.

Currently they will all gushing over themselves, complimenting each and every one of their features with respect towards the other poly.

“Magnum darling has anyone mentioned how perfect your chest is for resting heads, I think I see you being the one in the middle nearly all the time in the future ol’ chap!”

Wilford spoke up, his caramel eyes twinkling as he looked up at Magnum, who was currently blushing and rubbing the back of his head.

“Aye, tis a trick I learn’d from watchin’ the cute couple nuzzlin’ an’ sleepin’ on Silver’s an’ thought ta give it a try fer meself.”

Hearing this, the hero got all bashful, partially hiding in his white tank top as Yandere and Host faced him with a smile

“Oh his tummy is so soft and comfy to rest your head on no other pillow can compare! I always love to sneak my nails under his shirt when we’re cuddling because I just can’t resist!”

�� Yandere cooed, wiggling her nails, causing the aforementioned hero to squeak again.

“Although Yandere and I are always battling who gets to it first, once in a while we share but then there isn’t enough to satisfy us, unlike with Magnum who can take care of two people at once.”

The Host piped in, but made it very clear that he and Yan still loved Silver for who he is and that his body was perfect no matter what.

“Tis true! I once proved it with ta heroes, easily pinned ‘em down with little effort and made them squeal like itty bitty piggies all ta way home~!”

Magnum let out a hearty laugh as the flustered hero now was fully hidden into his tank top from his tease.

“That does bring an interesting question, who would win a tickle fight between all of us?”

Dark inquired, sparking ideas from everyone.

“Well it clearly be me! If I can take down both SUPER HEROES with ease and mercilessly tickle them until they plead mercy, then that title obviously has me name on it!”

Magnum declared with vigor, causing Yandere to raise a brow as their ruby eyes lit up with determination.

“Oh yeah? Well I’d like to see you go up against someone who’s been trained to fight before they were born! Unlike everyone else, I could easily climb around you and tickle you to shreds! Right Hostie?”

“…Hostie?”

Yan looked behind her to find Host sipping on some chamomile tea calmly, lifting his head after hearing his name a second time and taking a moment to glance into the future.

“Well…yes, and also no. You both are so equal in very different ways there is no clear outcome. Your small stature and quick speed could let you easily climb around Magnum in ways all of us could; however, with Magnum’s stature he could just as easily grab and pin you down with his pinky finger with no way to escape. As far as I can say, it all comes down to the timeline we’re in.”

Everyone blinked, fascinated by how equally matched Yan and Magnum are and a glimpse into timelines and parallel universes.

“For example, if Dark and I were to duel, we are just as equally matched when it comes to magic. Dark can summon tendrils to provide range attacks along with his teasiness makes him already seem like a winner. However, I can easily narrate attacks without lifting a finger. So before we would even begin I could also win. Then again narrations tire me out severely and unless I can get Darkiplier to plead mercy, then I would have to forfeit.”

“Hmm, very interesting Host. So not only are our strengths decide who wins or loses, then our weaknesses as well.”

Dark hummed in thought, now playing out a scenario in his head, almost as if knowing this rhetorical question would come true in a few moments.

“Well well old boy come on! Tell us the rest! What about Silver and I? Do I win~?”

Wilford, the most egotistical one of them all spoke up, excited to hear about himself out of curiosity.

“…well…That’s even more complicated than the other two scenarios…”

Everyone gasped in shock, amazed how in all three scenarios they were equally matched with one another, wondering how in the world Silver and Wilford’s battle was even more evenly matched.

“I would rather not spoil the finer details for right now, if that’s alright. I am getting rather tired peeking into the future for so long. If Silver and Wilford were to fight, Silver has an inhumane amount of endurance and stamina, meaning that there is a good chance Wilford would get exhausted from tickling him before Silver could even fathom about calling mercy if he is determined enough. However, Silver’s spots are very…focused you could say. After all Silver is the most ticklish Iplier ego, or ego in general and so if Wilford were to target a very sensitive spot it wouldn’t take long for Silver to give in, and with Wilford’s spontaneous behavior it can catch Silver off guard. Wilford on the other hand, is not as ticklish as compared to Silver. He even teases and speaks very cheekily towards his ticklers and could say something to fluster Silver enough to make him vulnerable. Then again Wilford, although strong, doesn’t have Silver’s endurance.”

Silver blushed at Host explaining his strengths, appreciating his compliments as Wilford bounced happily.

“Ahem, i-in short it would be a battle over strength, agility, and endurance for us all.”

The Host then went back to drinking tea, counting down 3, 2, 1…

“WE’RE IN!”

Everyone else cheered, eyeing their opponent in playful fun. They all decided to take a day to prepare and to meet up in Silver’s training room to have enough space for their battles.

Who will win? That’s up to fate to decide.

#the Host #Silver Shepherd #Silver #Yandereiplier #Yandere #Darkiplier #Wilford #Wilford Warfstache #prolouge #tickle #tickle fic #non-tickles #introduction #markiplier egos

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The Mischievous Doctor

I want to start a series so having support on this and sending me asks with ideas would be amazing:)

@doctoripliler @ericleederekson

Very fluffy but has slight mentions of blood.

A surprise visit to Doctor Iplier leaves Eric giggly and awaiting further visits...

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All Eric wanted to do was cook something nice for himself and the other egos. However let it be known that Eric is not the best cook and his jumpyness certainly does not help. He was cutting the tomatoes he planned to put in his soup when a hand patted his shoulder gently.

He jumped and the knife slipped, cutting his hand. He yelped and spun around to face none other than Docor Iplier.

“Eric! Are you alright, I didn’t mean to startle you!” The Doctor exclaims as he reaches for Eric’s hand.

“Yes I’m alright Doctor. It’s a small cut, that’s all.” Eric moves his hand behind him before Iplier can reach it.

The Doctor looks suspiciously at Eric and reaches for his hand again. “If you were alright you would let me see.”

Eric looks down slightly and gives his hand to the doctor. The cut was small as Eric had previously said, but it would be best to clean it up.

“Come to my office and I’ll clean it up for you, it won’t hurt, all I need to do it put an Antibiotic on and wrap it.” The Doctor offers and smiles kindly to the smaller man.

Eric doesn’t want to burden the doctor but knows he will need to clean and wrap his hand so he can continue cooking.

The doctor sees Eric’s hesitation, “Come, I insist.” The Doctor leads Eric to his office.

After cleaning the cut the Doctor prepares to wrap the hand. “If this gets to tight or uncomfortable tell me.”

“Yes, of course.” Eric watches intently as Doctor Iplier works. Iplier runs his fingers over the palm of Eric’s hand absent mindedly, he looks up immediately when Eric lightly flinches with a muffled yelp.

“Are you ok, did that hurt?” The Doctor is concerned and looks directly into Eric’s eyes looking for any sign of pain.

“Oh. Um, no i-it’s fine I’m just sensitive.” Eric looks away from the Doctor’s gaze with a bashful smile.

The doctor is perplexed as he finnished wrapping Eric’s hand. “Sensitive? There are many different meanings for that word. Was it uncomfortable, did it hurt? On a scale from 1 to 10 how bad did it hurt?” The Doctor rambled as he tried to rule out posibilies.

“Iplier it didn’t hurt, I promise. I’m just little ticklish, nothing is wrong.” Eric stutters through his sentence as the Doctor breaths out a sigh of pure relief.

“Good, good. You had me worried there, Eric. Wait, did you say ticklish?” The look that was directed at Eric can only be described as mischief masked by curiosity.

Eric is relaxed by the Doctor’s faked innocence and tells the truth immediately. “Yes.” Eric says as he and the Iplier hold eye contact.

“Say Eric, when was the last time you had a proper check-up?” The Doctor asks, still faking innocence.

“Well, about three months ago, maybe four?” Eric is unsure of where the conversation is going but trusts the Doctor.

“Well,” A smirk appeared on the Iplier’s face “You and I both know you should have a check up every three months! So it seems like you, sir, are due for a check-up!” Iplier motions for Eric to lie down on the medical bench.

“B-but I was cooking a-and I feel fine!” Eric argues but obeys the doctor’s request.

“Nonsense, it will be fast, don’t worry about the food right now.” The Doctor smirks fully as he noticed that Eric can see past his act.

The visit starts off very normal until the Doctor goes behind the exam table and Eric is asked to sit facing away from the Doctor.

“Ok Eric, now I will check your joints. I am going to start on your shoulders.” The Doctor informs Eric of his movements as he proceeds to work, the Doctor begins to lightly kneed close to the base of Eric’s neck.

“Dohoc that’s nohot a joiNT-“ Eric is cut off by his own squeal when Iplier drags a single finger down his spine.

“My apologies, is this better?” The Doctor whispers as his nuzzles into Erics neck with a smile and continues to trace aimlesslyon his back.

Eric could nearly handle the teasy tone and friendly nuzzles but makes no move to stop the Doctor. “Dohohoctor please! I cahan’t.” Eric has a pink hue on his cheeks at the affection.

“Oh Eric, so sensitive! It would be a shame if the others got ahold of this information~” Iplier teases as he moves his hands to massage Eric’s hips.

Said man jerks with a screech at the unexpected and intense ticklish feeling on his hips. “EheAHAH NOHoho-Ihihi-dohohon’t”

The Doctor smiles genuinly at the sight of the sweet man in light hysterics. Eric’s blush darkens as he sees the doctor looking at him.

“Eric, Eric, Eric. Look at you~ I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anyone as red as you.” The mischief on Iplier’s face morphs into a kind grin as he stops his tickling and walks to face Eric.

Eric pants lightly as a grin sticks to his face, “Dohon’t stop now...” He says softly and lifts his head to meet Iplier’s gaze.

The Doctor giggles as his eyes widen. “I knew it! You didn’t ask me to stop and you were barely squirming! Oh Eric that’s adorable.” Eric is engulfed in a big hug and hugs back when he gathers his thoughts.

“Oh. Um, wehell thank you EEAAH” The Doctor digs his fingers into Eric’s sides and gently massages the squish there.

“Who am I to deny such a cutie pie of tickles?” The Doctor teases are unrelenting. Eric hides his face in his hands as he laughs to his hearts content.

“IHIHI AM NOHOHOT CUTE!” Eric fires back as he fights his instincts to squirm away from the electric waves shooting through his torso.

Iplier chuckled and continues to tickle Eric’s sides, “Wohoah buddy calm down there, it can’t be that bad, cutie~”

“IHIHIHIT IS! IHIHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!” Eric was having the time of his life, but he couldn’t take it forever.

The doctor notices Eric getting out of breath and decides it would be best to stop early than go over board. The Doctor retreats his hands and rubs Eric’s back to help him calm down.

“Ohoho man, Dohohoc Ihihi-“ Eric is cut off as Iplier walks to his desk and writes something unknown on a piece of paper. The doctor walks back to Eric with the folded paper and puts it in his hand.

“Shhh. Did I take it too far?” The Doctor asks slightly concerned when he sees Eric still giggling.

“Oh, no! I’m just- Imjustreallyhappythankyousomuch.” Eric speaks fast as his blush returns.

Iplier smiles warmly and hugs Eric as they both stand. “Well I am certainly happy you enjoyed youself. I’ll have to see you for another visit very soon, I got slightly carried away with this one~” The Doctor winks and walks with Eric to the door.

“O-oh, of course! Um, I’ll come by the office sometime.” Eric smiles at the Doctor and steps out of the door.

“Whatever is easier for you.” The Doctor responds. “It was nice seeing you, farewell Eric.” The Doctor smiles.

“It was nice seeing you too, goodbye Iplier.” Eric smiles and walks away. He opens the note the Doctor had given to him. ‘Don’t forget to schedule your next appointment’ was written next to a phone number with a smiley face.

Eric smiles widely and walks back to the kitchen excited to finnish his plans and meet with the Doctor very soon.

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This is going to be a platonic pairing through the entire series because I don’t want to overstep.

Sorry it is so short, but I’m so happy with how this turned out and if anyone has any ideas for future stories either send me a message or an ask!

😊❤️👾

#ego #tickle #ticklish #fanfic #markiplier #cute tickle #tickle fic #Eric is a cutie

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cuddly-robbie-fluff · 6 years

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Stop Stressing Out

A Markiplier Ego Tickle Fanfic!

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mushy teases of friendship mess, Lee mood incoming Pairing: Host x Dr. Iplier (Platonic)

Tags: @thehostofleetrature

22. “Was that a giggle?”

A peaceful day has rolled into the Markiplier sanctuary. A day where no one was stressing out, no Markiplier to control or talk to, just a niiice day for all the Egos to sit and relax. Well… All but one.

The Host, a blind and sophisticated, yet adorable, man had been overworking himself with paperwork. Memorizing book after book, trying to study more knowledge. He didn’t completely have a reason, or a specific study.

The Host had been very very very very very- Ahem. Very Stressed.

Dr. Iplier had strolled into the library, humming a soft tune with his hands behind his back, lab coat abandoned in the living room where he had been for a while. Though he was looking for a book to read to pass the time.

He overhears a loud slam of a book as it was closed, hearing another million pages being flipped through. He quirks his eyebrow and took a few steps down the long hall that enters the museum of books, finding the source. A stressed out, seemingly sleep deprived, Host.

The doctor took a few steps closer, tapping the man on the shoulder.

“Host..?”

Said man flinched to an upright position with his back straight, arms raised half way in defense. Until he saw Iplier, and he slowly eased again.

“Oh.. it’s just you, Doctor.” He went back to reading.

“Everything… going okay?”

“The Host… The Host..” He trails off a moment. “..The Host isn’t doing great.”

Iplier’s heart broke at the sight. Host was a hard worker, he’d never failed a task, he remembers everything he’s told, and he always gets his job done on time when needed, if not earlier. So seeing him so… uncharacteristic, had made Iplier concerned.

“What’s this all about?” Iplier motions to the books scattered around the table, causing a deep sigh from The Host.

“..Mark has been getting into some… Interesting situations. The Host has been trying to find the cause in his memories, and subconscious, to find the answers on his behavior. Sad to say, no luck.”

So that’s why he’d been so tired recently. Knowing Host, if he has his mind set, he’s not going down without some sort of fight. Anti and Dark once had to drag him to bed because he was stress eating, Jims had to drag him away from a project to have a big water fight to loosen up.

Host usually just gives in after a while. Doctor Iplier taps his chin for a moment before he helps Host stand up.

“Well, we can worry about Mark’s bullshit later! Right now, you need to go rest. Take a nap on the couch, or a whole sleep in bed until dinner even!” He encouraged.

The Host, as expected, declined. “The Host mustn’t stop his research. Finding an answer is the priority.”

“No, your health is a priority! First priority! Now come on!”

The Doctor pushes at the Host’s back, trying to get him to walk. Host had stayed in place no matter what the Doc did. What can he do to get him to rest?? This was an unfair match…

A shrill squeak broke Iplier from his thoughts as he tilted his head, moving his hands away from the Host’s shoulders. Host had moved his hands up in a curled position, hands in his pits of protection with a bite of his lip.

“… Was that a giggle?” Iplier quirks, seeming intrigued.

Host bit his lip harder. He knew he isn’t allowed to lie, and knowing Doccy Ip, you don’t want to lie to him. The Host looked to the side, slowly nodding his head.

Iplier glances at his own hands for a moment, and then at where Host was protecting. The idea clicked in his brain, earning a wide smirk, almost predator like, across his face.

“Now, Host… Sweet.. Innocent… Adooorable Host…” Iplier mumbles through a purred breath as he circles the embarrassed man in observation. “I think that a little giggle isn’t quite… enough, to get you to bed.”

He paused. Host didn’t like where this was going… did he?? No.. he did. He loved it. He knows exactly what was going to happen. It happens all the time with Egos, and just the thought of all the nimble fingers across his skin, the thought of feathers dancing at his ribs and navel, it just made his heart skip a beat!

“I know just the treatment for you today~”

He coos, now behind Host, squeezing his sides and starting to slowly knead his ribs as he talked.

“Wouldn’t you agree?~”

“NOHO! Gehehet ohohoff!!”

Host squeals, curling in on himself as he broke into a squeaky giggly fit. He writhes side to side in Iplier’s hold, but other than that he didn’t do much to stop it.

Iplier seemed to notice, so he did as he was advised, and kept going. Tickling all up and down his ticklish little ribs, his sides, squeezing his hips as he hears the man cackle and laugh.

“DOHOCTOHOHOR!” He snorts, which just made a bright red and rose colored blush spread across his face.

“Yes, Hosty?~”

“DOHONT CAHAHALL ME THAHAT!”

He broke his whole, ‘No first person P.o.V.’ thing, snorting once again as he found his unbearably ticklish underarms like before. Iplier just found the whole thing too sweet to handle, and he dove in to nibble along his ticklish and tasty ears.

“NOM NOM NOM!”

“NAHAHAHAHA!! DOHOHOCTOHOR!”

His knees buckle, but the Doctor held strong, skittering his fingers all along his little adorable and ticklish belly.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”

“Oops~” Iplier snickers, seems he said that out loud. Oh well, it made his blush even darker, so it’s a victory none the less! When he hears the Host shriek though, he pauses and slows so he can see where he wandered.

His adorable and very sensitive little belly button, apparently, just so happened, to be the very spot.

“NAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEASE!” Even though it’s not as torturous, he could still feel all the tingles and ghosty fingers along his nerve racked skin, which just made the thought of it continuing earn a jump from him.

“…Depends. Are you tired yet? Will you go to bed now?”

The sophisticated man bit his lip to avoid giggling again, as he looks away bashfully. He was enjoying himself… so he didn’t answer, also known as, ‘NO! SCREW THAT! TICKLE THE FUCK OUT OF ME AGAIN!’ without opening your mouth.

“… Guess not. Oh well.” Iplier shrugs, digging in with all five fingers along his poor little belly button, which just made him howl in laughter.

He squeals, snorts, cackles, shrieks, and laughs his little and sweet heart out.

“NOHOHOHOHO!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!! FAHAHAHA!” Host was starting to lose a bit of his strength as he was now just accepting his fate, but the Doc wasn’t done juuust yet.

“One more thing, and I promise, I’ll stop!”

He leans down, lifts his shirt, and blows a big sloppy raspberry along the center of his belly.

If Host wasn’t dead earlier, he was certainly dead now. His voice became hoarse from all his laughing, he was sure that people’d heard him from another home on the block.

But after another large couple of raspberries, Iplier kept his word, and let up until he was cradling Host in his arms like a newly wed couple, watching him recover.

Host curled up in his arms, face buried into Iplier’s chest as he giggly hummed his way back to sanity. His blush didn’t leave him alone too much, but he could handle it.

Iplier purrs at the sight. “So delicate and adorable.” He states, carrying Host to the couch.

Iplier sets Host down, covering him in a blanket as he passed out just hitting the pillow, a smile on the content man’s face. Iplier smiles softly himself, grabbing his lab coat, and heading to his own room.

Tomorrow was another day of researching about Mark.

#egos tickle fic #Masterpost #Markiplier Egos #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye Egos #Jacksepticeye #Tickle fanfic #SFW tickling #SFW tickle fanfic #SFW #Tickling #Tickles #Yes I run this blog and I run the blog who wrote this story don't start saying you thief or nothing alright-

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robbie-lee-zombie · 6 years

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Smile For Me!

Little!Jackie is trying to fix a toy Anti accidentally broke (yes accidentally) and when he can’t fix it, Marvin swoops in to cheer him up! @magicleemarvlerous @jackleeboy-man (Ironically the little/daddy stuff is switched- but this isn’t actual ddlg, it’s just mini/chibi/children- <3) NOTE: PART OF THE WORDS/LINES ARE INSPIRATION FROM @thetickleeraven ‘s STORY OF UNDERTALE BROTHERS WHERE PAPPY CAME HOME HURT (FORGOT THE NAME) SO PLEASE GIVE HER LOVE <3

Jackie whimpered, wiping his eyes over and over as he couldn’t stop crying. He was sitting in the middle of his room, trying to fix a paddle that Anti had accidentally broke. The string was connected to the paddle, the ball to the other end, but the string was torn. He’d tried taping, gluing, even just holding it together or tying it in a not. It didn’t work. He was starting to want to give up. He really loved this toy because watching it bounce was entertaining. Jackie stares down at the toy with his arms around his knees, biting his lip to stop his tears. Marvin heard the faint sound of whimpering as he walked down the halls, instantly becoming concerned as he recognized who’s voice it was. “Jackie??” Marvin calls out, concerned. When he heard a few sniffles coming from Jackie’s closed door, he knew it was him. Marvin knocked softly on the door, waiting for his little superhero to open it, but he didn’t. Marvin pouted, annoyed, being a kid, that he didn’t get his answer straight away, but when he opened the door, his heart sank. Jackie in a ball on the floor, whimpering. “Jackie...” Jackie looks up at Marvin, sniffling and wiping his eyes. “H-Hey, Marv!” “What happened?” “I-I let Anti borrow my paddle and he r-returned it broken. I know it’s not his fault, I-I just don’t know how to fix it! I tried everything!” Jackie knew it was just a toy, but he’d always been the hero. Fixing problems, mending things broken, and this little stump as a kid kinda threw him off track. He wasn’t his bubbly and heroic self. Marvin can’t have that, now can he? Marvin grabs Jackie by the shoulders and makes him look at him. “Now you listen here, mister!” He starts. “I will use a magic spell to fix it! But we will worry about that later! Right now, I need you to smile for me okay? So I know for a fact you’re happy!” He smiles at him, showing him what he’s wanting. Jackie sniffles one more time, mustering a weak smile from his crying. Marvin squints at him, observing for a few moments, until he shook his head, crossing his arms. “Not good enough! I need you to REALLY smile! Really and truly!” Jackie pouted a little. “I don’t think that Jackieboy can smile right now...” “I think Jackieboy can!” Jackie snickered a little, a smile starting to show. “See?! The great Jackieboy can!!” Jackie giggles, rolling his eyes at his magician of a best buddy. Sure, he’s a kid, but he trusted Marvin more than any of the others around here! “Come on, the great Jackie can laugh way more than that!” Marvin started poking at his belly and sides, grinning when he curled and giggled cutely. He knew this was the perfect way to cheer up the sad hero. “Nohohoho! Maharvyhy!” Squeaky giggles escaped from the red cape wearing boy. Since he never got a suit for real, he’d wear his pajamas and a cape and a mask. He loved it, because Marvin made the mask so they’d almost match! “Aw, what’s wrong? I’m barely doing anything!~” Marvin teases, watching as Jackie’s cheeks turn a soft pink shade. He threw his head to the side with a snort as he felt two hands creep under his shirt, spidering his belly. “NAHAHA! MAHARVY QUIHIT IHIT!” “I’m not Marvin! I’m the tickle monster!!~” He dives in, nibbling at his neck, spidering at his ribs and sides, watching as Jackie squirmed and laughed out loud. He loves how giggly he gets, he loves how blushy he gets, and he loooooves how much he never asks for it to stop. Jackie would go ‘Quit it!’ or ‘Cut it out!’ but never actual ‘Stop!’ because he thought if he said it, it’d actually end. He liked it though. He likes the contact, the feeling, being all embarrassed with someone he trusts. “Coochie coochie coo, Jack-Jack!~” Marvin smirks when his cheeks turned red. “NAHAHA! SHUHUSH IHIT!” Marvin gasps at that. “How DARE you?! Here I am trying to be a good buddy and you tell me to shush it?! What kind of friendship is that??” He pretends to be offended, flipping his hair. “Now I gotta punish you! I’m pretty lazy, but it’s worth it!~” Marvin bends down, lifting his shirt up to his ribs and placing his lips above his navel. “Final words, hero?~” “S-Sohohorry?” “Well, apology accepted, but I’m still gonna do it!~” Marvin blows a raspberry right on his navel, his tongue dipping in a few times as he spiders into his very ticklish underarms. Jackie squeals and howls in boisterous, childish laughter. “NAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHRV FAHAHAHAHAHACK!!” It was common knowledge each ego knew at least one swear word since birth. Mostly from either Dark, Wilford, or even Anti. Some of them avoided it, but at a time like this, being tickled out of your mind? Who could help that?? “Coochie coochie coo, Jackie!~ Aw, are you really gonna be taken down by a liiittle tickling?!~ Such a ticklish little boy!~” “WEHEHE’RE THE SAHAME AHAHAGE DOHOHOOFUS!” “Don’t use logic with me!” He blew another raspberry, throwing him back into hysterics. After a little bit, he hears his laughter fall close to silent, and he immediately stopped in fear he’d taken it too far. Marvin gets off him, still looming over Jackie’s body to make sure he’s doing alright. To no surprise, he was doing just fine. His eyes sparkled, his smile still showing, his cheeks still a little red and his body twitching. Also known as, in the words of Marvin, adorable. As usual. Marvin places a kiss to Jackie’s nose, smiling in return. “Is my hero all better?” “Much better!” He giggles, pulling Marvin down to the floor beside him on the rug of the room. Marvin and Jackie chatted, practiced childish magic tricks, played fairy tales and hero saves damsel in distress. Soon enough, falling asleep after a long day of having fun. The toy did get fixed, but if Jackie had Marvin, what more did he need?

#Robbie Fics #Tickle fic #ego tickle fics #egos tickle #ego tickles #ego tickle story #Jack egos #Mark egos #tickle #tickling #Lee!Jackie #Ler!Marvin #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Fluff #Tickle Fight

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blxckdragonfly · 2 years

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Life Eternal (An Unus Annus Song Fic)

(Song: “Life Eternal” by Ghost. So here it is! Long overdue but it’s here at last. Note, this is a sad story but that’s the point. Happy Anniversary, Unus Annus and Memento Mori. 🖤🤍 -Tiger)

“Clara. It’s time to wake up.”

The small girl with short dark red hair groaned as she awoke, she opened her eyes to the scene that she was mostly familiar with, a hospital bed, monitors beeping as she had her chemotherapy for the day. The nurses unhooked her from the machine and she felt a breath of relief come over her features.

Clara was diagnosed with lung cancer at the age of 10; it was bizarre because none of her family were smokers but somehow it was in her genetics. But she kept fighting on, now at the age of 19, she managed to get her symptoms and the cancer under control. She had been marked cancer free.

Today though was a special day for her, she’s going to spend her wish from Make A Wish to fly out to LA and meet Markiplier and Crankgameplays as they are filming their year long project-- Unus Annus.

She couldn’t wait to leave her somber and dull hospital room and actually get some fresh air in her body. She packed her bags, grabbed her medication and she signed the forms to be released from the hospital.

Can you hear me say your name–forever?

Can you see me longing for you–forever?

Would you let me touch your soul–forever?

Can you feel me longing for you–forever, forever?

She took the earliest flight to LA, arriving at nine in the morning. She sat outside of her gate until she heard her name being called. She looked over and saw Amy, Mark’s girlfriend, approach her- Amy’s smile being contagious and bright as her personality.

“Are you Clara?” She nods as she stands up. “I’m Amy, I’m supposed to bring you down to meet Mark and Ethan. Are you excited?”

“I am,” She says with a smile. “You all inspire me so much.”

Amy grins as they walk out of the airport and to her car; Clara sits in the passenger seat and they make small talk on the way to where they would be filming their next Unus Annus video. Amy ushered her inside and as they approached, she could see a whole crew working around her.

Amy then put her hands on Clara’s shoulders and kept moving her forward until she saw them-- Mark and Ethan, Crankgameplays and Markiplier themselves as they finished the shot of them closing the black and white coffin in front of them-- symbolizing that the end of Unus Annus was near.

I know the light grows darker down below

But in your eyes, it's gone before you know

This is the moment of just letting go

She said, “If you had life eternal”...

“Mark, Ethan,” Amy says and Clara felt her nerves strike her like a lightning bolt soaring across the sky. “This is Clara; She’s from Make A Wish. She’s here to stay with us for a few days while we film.”

Mark and Ethan both greeted her with warm smiles and even warmer hugs of hello, which calmed Clara’s nerves down and made her feel at ease. Amy had her stand off to the side as they continued to film their video.

She joined them for dinner after their filming and they had a lovely talk. Clara knew that they weren’t just her heroes, no. She knew they were all special individuals who had natural talent for making such exceptional content.

The following morning, Clara received a package at her BNB that she had been staying in Los Angeles-- full of Unus Annus merch. She threw on the half white, half black hoodie and a pair of jeans, the hoodie looking bigger on her. The chemo treatments had made her thinner and more lankier.

She took an Uber to the next filming location for the next Unus Annus video-- which had been “Accepting The Truth”, the end of the project was fast approaching.

She watched as they were in their black and white suits and began to speak about coming to terms with death and the acceptance of life. And the announcement of the goodbye stream- set for November 13th, 2020.

As she watched, Clara suddenly felt a tickle in her throat. She silently cleared it away and tried to pay attention. Suddenly, that simple tickle in her throat became a full on coughing episode. She coughed in her sleeve and she noticed a blood tinged phlegm. Her eyes widen in fear.

“Clara? Are you all right?” Mark says with a look of concern and Clara shakes her head, coughing.

Mark asks for the crew to bring Clara a water bottle. Clara drinks the water bottle and then she’s able to clear her throat- the episode is forgotten for a moment.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me,” Clara says. “I’m sorry if I interrupted filming.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” Ethan said. “As long as you’re okay.”

She nods and Mark claps her on the shoulder with a smile, Clara then asks if she could head back to her Airbnb so she could rest-- the coughing made her feel fatigued. Amy nods and she gets an Uber and Clara tells Amy she’ll make a doctor’s appointment to be sure.

Can you hear me say your name–forever?

Can you see me longing for you–forever, forever?

Would you let me touch your soul–forever?

Can you feel me longing for you–forever, forever?

“Well, Miss Gray,” Clara’s head snaps up as she sees the doctor that she calls come back with a folder in her hands, they had given her an x-ray. “I took a look at your x-ray. It seems that your lung cancer has returned, there are two mass tumors in your right lung. We can start you back on your chemo as soon as you’d like.”

Clara buried her head in her hands and cried. Her cancer had returned and this time with a vengeance. Most people who have cancer come back, their chances of survival are slim to none.

She then looked up at the doctor and nodded. She grabbed her phone and called her family. She’ll never forget the screams from her mother when she told her the news. The agony and heartbreak.

When she gets off the phone, she gets a DM from Amy- she opens up instagram.

Iceddorkroast: Any news? What did the doctor say?

claraelizabethgray: I spoke with the doctor. It’s not good news. I’d rather wait until I can see you, Mark and Ethan together.

Iceddorkroast: Of course. I’ll be by with Mark and Ethan. We’ll see you then.

Clara closes her phone down and she stands up from her seat-- she heads down to the pharmacy to collect her chemo pills before getting an Uber back to her AirBnb. She settles on the couch and tries to ease her racing mind with some television before she hears a knock on the door.

She stands up and opens it, she sees Amy, Mark and Ethan. She smiles and invites them in, they walk into the living room and sit down.

“Amy said you had news,” Ethan said. “What’s up?”

Clara takes a breath and it causes her to wheeze slightly. “My cancer…. It’s back.”

Amy’s jaw hits the floor as Mark and Ethan are in a state of shock. Completely frozen like a statue.

“I-I thought they had taken your cancer out,” Amy says. Clara shrugs and sighs.

“Either they didn’t get all of it or somehow it grew back. Even the doctors are baffled by this.” Clara explains. Tears fill her eyes and she sits back down, crying. “I don’t want to die from this. But I know I will.”

Mark moves from sitting on the chair beside the couch, he sits beside her. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and hugs her, his face is completely solemn. Amy sits on her other side and Ethan kneels in front of Clara. He puts his hands on her knees- his eyes sad.

“There may not be much that we can do when it comes to a situation like this,” Ethan says. “But we can try and make sure you live the rest of your days as happy as possible, Clara.”

“I guess that’s better than just being miserable and sitting around,” Clara says.

“We’ll be here, Clara. We won’t leave your side. Especially in a time like this.” Mark reassures her and Amy nods in agreement.

So Clara stays with them as they film the next few videos: “The Last Unus Annus Supper”, “Being Brutally Honest With Each Other” and “Reenacting Every Single Unus Annus Video”.

Her symptoms worsen day by day, sometimes she’s so weak that Amy has to give her a chair or something to sit in so she won't fall to the floor.

“Hey, Siri. Call us Daddy,” Mark says during the filming of the video. Clara bites her lip so she tries not to laugh. Ethan covers his mouth with his hands as he starts chuckling.

“I don’t see a father in your contacts.” Clara muffles her laughter in the sleeve of her Unus Annus crewneck.

“Welll, about that…” Mark continues as Ethan laughs and he starts to laugh too.

As they stop for a break before filming the next reenactment, Mark sees Clara sitting there and he suddenly has an urge to pull Clara into a dance while the cameras are off, making her laugh even more- no matter how much it hurts in her chest. Amy giggles at Mark’s antics.

We dance once more, I feel your hands are cold

Within your heart, a story to be told….

The day of “The Unus Annus Annual Sleepover”-- Clara is so weak that she can barely stand, let alone move around. She’s sat on her chair with Amy as she watches Mark and Ethan. She closes her eyes and her entire body blacks out.

When she’s awakened, she’s in the hospital-- back where she had been when she was first told she was cancer free. She has a violent coughing episode and she can’t breathe. She’s wheezing.

She knows that this is it. That death is near her door and there’s no way she can find a way to escape it this time. Amy, Mark and Ethan are by her side. Mark takes her hand and his face is saddened, Ethan has tears in his eyes as does Amy.

This is the moment of just letting go

This is the moment of just letting go!

Clara Elizabeth Gray faded into the night at 5:45am on November 13th, 2020. Mark, Amy and Ethan stayed until she took her final breath, alongside her family and friends. There were a lot of tears and a lot of heartbreak.

Mark, Ethan and Amy left the hospital room so that her family could grieve in private and they headed to the studio where they would be streaming their final goodbye as Unus Annus. They spend 12 hours and the stream is meaningful, as well as emotional.

As they invite Amy to close down the channel together-- Mark takes a second beforehand to speak.

“Before this stream even began today,” Mark says. “I want to dedicate the closing of Unus Annus to the memory of a very special girl. Her name was Clara-- she was bright and energetic but she also had a huge heart. Clara, you see, she also suffered from lung cancer. We had brought her to the set to film as part of Make A Wish but it turned into something far more. She became a friend to the channel, to both Ethan and I as well as Amy. Clara sadly lost her battle with cancer this morning. And so, Clara, you are deeply missed by all of us here.”

And with that, they closed the channel down and said their last farewell, to the project they had worked so hard to create.

Meanwhile, Clara’s spirit has awoken in the cemetery where she had been buried. She started to walk and as she did, she noticed that there were two individuals waiting for her. One dressed in a white suit. One dressed in a black suit. They oddly looked the same to Mark and Ethan.

“You’re Clara?” The one in the black suit spoke-- his voice the same as Ethan’s. Clara raised a brow.

“I am,” She spoke. “Who are you?”

“I’m Unus. This is Annus. We’re here to escort you to the afterlife.” Unus extends his hand, black painted nails and all to her. “We’re also here to guide you so you wouldn’t be alone.”

Clara, even though she had a questioning look on her face-- the trustful look in both of their eyes calmed her. And with that, she took Unus’s hand and they began their walk.

… And all that was left in the cemetery were two roses set on Clara’s gravestone-- one black and one white.

If you had life eternal?

#unus annus #unus annus fanfiction #memento mori #ghost bc #life eternal

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Introduction to Yancy (And Me!)

Yancy - Performer and former jail bird, now just looking for some new buddies! -In current time, he's released from prison, but still visits every 3rd Sunday!! -Has lots of jobs to make ends meet, won't admit it but enjoys most of them -Truly in a state of loneliness now, his friends either being still in prison or doing parole. - ALWAYS down for a show. About Me: - OOC you can call me Mania - DMs are open! - This is a tickle blog! I will not be posting nsfw tickling content or interacting with nsfw blogs / nsfw tickling blogs - Ask any questions you want!

#sfw tickling #tickle fic #non tickles #lee!yancy #lee!markiplier #ler!yancy #tickle blog #ooc #introductory post #tword community #tword roleplay #tword content #ticklish!markiplier #ticklish!yancy #tickle roleplay #tickle rp #new rp #new roleplay account

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unusannuscrap · 3 years

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_Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, and Wade_

Mark, Ethan, Tyler, Bob, and Wade decide to do another Don’t Laugh Challenge, but this time they’re allowing touching.

WARNING: Tickle fic

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome back to the Don’t Laugh Challenge. I’m joined by Ethan, Tyler, Wade, and Bob.”

They each entered frame as their names were called.

“But this time,” Mark continued, “we’re allowing touching. However, each of us can only use that power once. Once we touch someone, we can’t do it again in another round, so use it carefully!”

The video was zoomed in on Mark, Tyler, Wade, and Bob. “Alright guys,” Mark said to the camera. “Ethan just went to the bathroom so we’re gonna come up with a plan to make him laugh.”

“What if we all tickled him at once?” Tyler asked. “We wouldn’t be able to do it again but it’d be really funny.”

“I like it,” Bob said, “but what if we do some bad jokes at the beginning so he’s not expecting it.”

“Yeah,” Wade agreed. “We can act like we’ve about given up, and then attack.”

Everyone smiled at this and nodded their heads, just in time for Ethan to get back.

“Ethan you wanna go first?” Wade asked.

“Sure, mate,” Ethan responded in his British accent.

The four of them shuffled around behind Ethan, looking through the props. Mark and Tyler walked to the right of Ethan, Mark wearing his white top hat and Tyler wearing a black tie.

“Memento mori,” Tyler stated.

“Annus Singulos,” they said in unison.

This almost broke Ethan, but somehow he kept it together while everyone else laughed. Which was great for their plan.

Bob and Wade went, but neither of them got Ethan either. At this moment they all nodded at each other for their plan to go into action.

“We have one more thing and if we can’t get you with this, you win.” Mark told Ethan.

“I really doubt you’ll get through this though.” Wade said and everyone smirked.

This worried Ethan a little, but he was determined. He had gotten through everything else, there’s no way he’d loose now!

But he couldn’t be more wrong.

Wade stood behind Ethan and grabbed both of his wrists, holding them above his head. Ethan pulled on his arms slightly, but Wade was pretty strong. He was stuck.

Oh no.

Tyler, Mark, and Bob walked in front of Ethan. They began wiggling their fingers and moving closer to him.

Ethan’s eyes went wide and he tried to kick at them and cover his stomach with his legs. He was already smiling and giggling quietly.

Tyler started scratching at his ribs while Bob began poking all over his sides.

Ethan spat out the water immediately and tried to pull his arms away from Wade’s grasp. He couldn’t escape, so he stood there laughing.

“Stahahap!” Ethan protested.

“What’s wrong Giggles?” Mark teased. “We aren’t doing much.”

This made Ethan blush and his giggling increased.

Mark smiled at him. Ethan’s laugh was pretty cute and he had to admit, it was fun tickling him.

Mark slowly brought his arms up to tickle Ethan’s armpits. He rested his fingers against the skin, waiting for anticipation.

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was coming.

Finally, Mark dragged his nails around and pressed his thumbs into the hollows.

Ethan shrieked with laughter. He stumbled over and fell on the couch to the left of the camera. His four friends continued their attack, now more aggressively.

“GUYS! AHAHAHA! STOHAHAAAP!”

Ethan had curled up into a ball on the couch, trying to protect himself as best he could. He had his arms glued to his sides, trapping Mark’s hands at his armpits and ribs.

“MAHAHARK STOP!”

“You have to move your arms away then!” Mark teased.

“I- HAHA! CAHAHAN’T!” Ethan squealed.

“Well then I guess you’re stuck like this forever,” Mark shrugged.

For another minute Ethan got tortured by his friends, almost forgetting about the camera.

(I really hope you guys got my joke about Annus Singulos lol)

Thanks for reading!! I’m so sorry this took so long to write. I didn’t feel like writing for a while, so half of it was just kinda sitting in my drafts for a month lol

#lee!ethan #ler!tyler #ler!mark #ler!wade #ler!bob #tickle fic #tickle #sfw tickles #ticklish!ethan

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franklyshipping · 1 year

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There Is Warmth In The Cold (Code Cold Part 2) ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A FIC DERIVED FROM A BRILLIANT ANON PROMPT, AND THIS FIC IS ALSO TECHNICALLY A LIL SEQUEL TO THIS FIC RIGHT HERE WHICH YOU CAN READ FIRST IF YOU LIKE! LET’S DO THIIIS!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler @ericlee-derekson and @ericleederekson

I think we all know by now that Darkiplier is not often a playful man. On the Iplier side of things such silliness is usually embodied by Wilford Warfstache, or frankly literally anyone else… but not today. Today levity drove his heart as iciness thrived at his hands, and the shadowed gentleman prowled the halls of the ego manor looking for his prey… his soon to be tickled prey. Everyone knew the game was afoot and had hidden accordingly, all with giddy, nervous smiles, tingling skin and pounding hearts as the anticipation thrived inside them all. Silence roamed the halls along with Dark, for he was still looking for the one who would be his first giggly victim.

Dark entered one of the smaller living rooms, one that was home to browns and beiges. A single leather couch made up the room’s central feature, on top of a black, fuzzy rug, whilst off to the side was an armchair by the fire, whilst books and stray ornaments littered the rest of the room. It was lit by one great bay window, flanked by satin, burgundy curtains that seemed to always house a layer of dust no matter how many times Harold had them laundered. Dark smiled. Such was the nature of things in the manor sometimes. He stood by the window for a moment, sighing at the feeling of the sun… but then, quite the curious noise caught his attention.

It was a sneeze. A kitten-like sneeze to be precise, coming from behind one of the monolithic, dust-kissed curtains. Dark grinned, and in a menacing flash took hold of the curtain and opened it… to reveal a wide-eyed, pink-cheeked Eric Derekson. Eric gazed up at Dark and gulped. Suddenly the finely suited man seemed taller than normal, though Eric figured that was due to the menacing aura of shadow that teased the edges of his frame.

‘Hello.’

Dark’s voice was practically a whisper as he softened into an easy, charming smile.

‘H-Hi.’

Eric gulped as Dark got closer to him, his black eyes flicking over Eric as recollections of Eric’s ticklish spots filled his brain. The places that made him whine, squeal, giggle, and of course scream.

‘If you don’t mind my saying so Eric… I think you look wonderfully ticklish today.’

Eric’s jaw dropped as his face completely reddened, a choked squeak coming from the back of his throat as his nervous system suddenly flooded with tingles. This was so unfair. Eric was so susceptible to verbal teases that he just never knew what to do with himself! Like right now, he couldn’t find his words and therefore could only bow his head with a soft whimper. Dark felt the ice around his heart thaw a little as he chuckled, and snuck his fingers under Eric’s chin so he could tilt his head back up.

‘Ah ah, no hiding. I want to be able to see that pretty blush, and that even prettier smile.’

Eric bit his lip, but it didn’t stop the meek grin creeping onto his face as a nervous giggle escaped him. Dark smirked at the sound, and decided it was time to draw out even more. He leaned in, mouth brushing Eric’s ear as he whispered.

‘Now… it’s time to play.’

Eric squealed when he was suddenly slung over Dark’s shoulder, and the sweet guy burst into flustered babbles, stammering and pleading for Dark to be gentle, promising to behave – all sorts of nonsensical, adorable things that made Dark laugh fondly. He dropped Eric on the couch and crawled on him, using shadows to pin his arms above his head as he cooed.

‘Oh you sweet, sweet thing, I would never be so cruel to the likes of you. Don’t you worry…’

Dark trailed off as he teased a fingertip down the side of Eric’s neck, making him tremble and whine.

‘… you’re going to love every second of this.’

Dark winked, and then Eric gasped when Dark buried his face snugly in the crook of his neck… and started tickling. Dark’s chosen starting method were the softest, fluttering kisses you could imagine, cascading all the way from Eric’s ears down to his collar, then right back up again. Eric’s face scrunched up as he descended into a very cute stream of giggles.

‘D-Dahahark nonononoho plehehease!’

Dark chuckled, maintaining his tickling as he let out a soft sigh.

‘Aww, does this tickle?’

Dark’s rumbling, teasing voice made the sensations feel all the worse for Eric, who had now scrunched up his face as he babbled.

‘Yehehes ihihit ti-t-ohohoho gohohosh hehehelp!’

‘Oh no-one’s coming to help, it’s just you and me.’

Dark growled softly, before he elected to brush his deviously scratchy facial hair against Eric’s skin to make him squeal. Not one single part of Eric’s neck was left un-teased, despite Eric’s shoulders trying passionately to block him off.

‘Thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

Dark smirked and leant up, playfulness gleaming in his eyes.

‘You know, you’re complaining rather a lot for someone who volunteered for this little game of hide and seek.’

Eric gaped, before bashfully looking away from his dreadful ler. It was a fact that any ego who wasn’t in the mood would never be forced into anything tickling-relating… but it just so happened that today Eric was in a certain mood, and may have also been one of the first egos to eagerly try and find his hiding spot. Now, though Dark found Eric’s bashfulness endearing, he very much wanted his attention back. He raised his hands in front of him, and started absently curling and uncurling his fingers… slowly.

‘Goodness it was cold out there today…’

Dark sighed. Eric gulped, his attention immediately captured as Dark’s twitching fingers started to inch towards the edge of his t-shirt.

‘I’m so grateful to you Eric, for offering me your warmth so selflessly.’

Eric whined, smiling nervously as he instinctively started to struggle, but Dark’s shadows held fast. Eric was well and truly helpless as Dark’s fingers inched ever closer… before they made contact. Eric squealed as Dark’s fingers slipped under his t-shirt, dragging against his soft tummy and eagerly scratching at his bare skin. And boy those fingers were cold.

‘NUHUHU-nahahat thehere p-plehehease nahat my tuhuhummy!’

Eric arched at the feeling of Dark’s talented, icy digits as they scratched away. Eric found himself squeaking and yipping at the temperature before he even felt the tickles, it was maddening! Dark meanwhile was enjoying himself, immensely.

‘Mmh, so warm and soft, how perfect.’

Dark exhibited a devilish smirk as he pinched at the soft sides of Eric’s stomach, drawing out some precious snorts from the fruitlessly squirming man. Eric’s head tossed back and forth as his frantic giggling hit every octave known to mankind whilst electricity spread through his midriff, catching every little hidden nerve that Eric had.

‘Plehehehease mehehercymercymercy!’

‘Mercy? Hm… remind me what mercy is?’

‘DAHARK!’

Eric shrieked, before spluttering and wriggling helplessly as Dark scratched at his waistline, snickering fondly.

‘Poor thing, are tummy tickles too much for you? Are they too much for the little tickle baby, hm?’

Eric laughed brightly as he shook his head, feeling like his entire face and both his ears were on fire from how flustered he was!

‘Ihihihi’m nahahat aha BAHABY!’

‘No? Are you sure?’

One of Dark’s hands suddenly darted to tickle under Eric’s chin, startling him so much that he made the most adorable gurgling sound.

‘NAHA!’

Dark laughed warmly at the sound; also, said sound surprised Eric so much that he could only splutter, too embarrassed to form anything near coherent. Luckily for him, Dark was satisfied that Eric had been tickled enough – on this occasion at least. Dark dissipated his shadows and moved off Eric, sitting on the couch and looking down at him affectionately.

‘I think I proved my point there, don’t you think?’

Eric beamed as he curled up, pulling his t-shirt down and rubbing at his stomach as he mumbled.

‘M-Maybe…’

Dark smirked, and stroked his fingers tenderly through Eric’s dark hair, adoring how the young man sighed and melted at the gentle touches. It had taken Dark a long time to get to a place where he was capable of giving gentleness to others, and receiving it from them too. But now he was here, and it was the most beautiful place Dark could ever have imagined.

‘Hey Eric?’

‘Mmh?’

Dark smiled. A warm, sly smile.

‘How would you like to join me in my seeking duties?’

Eric’s doe eyes lit up, and suddenly a new, excited energy filled him to the brim. Eric loved it when others made him laugh, but making others laugh? He loved that just as much.

‘Yes please!’

Dark chuckled before they stood up in unison, and so began their hunt as a union, and oh what a mighty union they did make. They truly were the most perfect symbiosis of sadism and sweetness, taunting and praise, roughness and tenderness. And together, Darkiplier and Eric Derekson spread warmth across the manor so that every ego – tickled and un-tickled alike – could feel it.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO, WOOO LUV YOUS!!

#markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #dark #eric derekson #eric #sfw #platonic #prompt #ego fic #ego fanfic #tword fic #tword fanfic #tword #twords #twording #twordish #luv these bois

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