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amazingmsme · 7 months

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You're The Mouse

AN: I was having a hard time wondering just what I wanted to do for the chase prompt, and then I met Distortion Michael & the rest is history! This was an absolute blast of a fic to write, definitely one of the longer ones you'll see this month. I already miss Tim a lot so he gets a nice lil spotlight too. Posting this at 2am because I'm excited & the one time I did that it blew up. Hope y'all enjoy day 6!

It had been a long, tiring day with some rather harrowing statements he had to hear and record himself. His back ached from hunching over the desk for hours without a good break, and he felt tired down to his bones. Even his eyes felt tired, burning from the strain of staring at small font and lack of blinking. He couldn't wait to get home and crash in the couch. It was only Wednesday, which for him didn't bode well for the rest of the week.

He should've noticed the static. That fuzzy ringing in his ears that started out quiet, only to grow in intensity. If his mind wasn't so frazzled, he would've noticed that's not his usual office door.

A chill ran down his spine when he stepped through the doorway and found himself deep in the tunnels.

"Oh God," he muttered to himself, backing up and turning to run, but it was too late. The door was gone, and he ran straight into Michael's arms. Though he didn't remain there for long.

He screamed and started trashing, managing to elbow him in the stomach and stomp on his foot. Temporarily hurt, he recoiled enough for his grip to slip so Jon could free himself. He whipped around to face him once he felt there was a suitable distance between them. Although with Michael, he wasn't sure there even was such a thing.

"What the hell do you want now?" he growled, hands gripping the strap of his messenger bag tightly. Michael let out an echoing, disorienting chuckle.

"Oh archivist, I simply want some fun."

That was quite possible one of the worst things he could've said, at least in Jon's opinion. Because when Michael had fun, people usually ended up dead or insane, or in a cruel twist of fate, both.

"Maybe you should pick up a hobby, like drawing or golfing, or literally anything that involves leaving all of us alone," he suggested, though it felt more like a plea once it left his tongue. Michael let out a shrill giggle.

"You just don't get it, do you?" he asked with a tilt of his head. His wide smile was unnerving. "You're my favorite little toy."

Jonathan's face scrunched up in disgust as he looked him up and down, clearly not amused by his statement.

"Oh get your mind out of the gutter archivist, I didn't mean it like that," he scolded. "It's more like... when you were a child and you'd build fantastic cities out of blocks just so you could watch their destruction at your own hands." He took a step closer. "I'm just looking for a bit of fun amidst the chaos."

His held his hand out in front of him, reaching for Jon. His eyes widened in fear, stumbling backwards. Michael's hand distorted and stretched before his very eyes, long fingers growing in the darkness of the tunnels. Jon was already halfway down the hall.

Michael loved the thrill of the chase. He loved hearing the rapid thud of a racing heart, the panicked gasps for air as they ran for an escape. They were all the same, really, if he thought about it. Just a mindless chase through endless, winding halls that always ended victoriously. (For him, at least.)

Jon was frantic. Why now, of all days? He was so ready to walk through his front door, kick off his shoes and enjoy a nice hot frozen meal on his couch. It really was the least he could ask for, and yet, he couldn't even have that. The only saving grace was the fact that he was in the archive tunnels instead of whatever weird pocket dimension the Distortion liked to trap people in. His lungs ached as his feet pounded against the hard, dirt floor, eyes searching through the dark for something, anything to register with him and give him a clue as to his whereabouts, but it all looked the same.

"Joooon, come out come out wherever you are!" the voice was shrill and empty, the words hollowed out and stuffed to the brim with static. It echoed through the tunnels, and Jon couldn't tell where it came from, but the echo made it sound so fucking close and that sent him into a panic.

He ran ahead, ducking in a small alcove to catch his breath. He felt like he'd put a sufficient distance between them to be safe enough to do so. He gulped down air until the burn in his lungs subsided. He raised two fingers to his neck, checking his racing pulse and willed himself to calm down. Every reaction was just giving Michael exactly what he wants.

He needed to conserve his energy, move slower to remain quiet and keep his wits about him. He was pretty sure he had his bearings now, which was a plus. But if he really was where he thought he was, then they were deep in the underground maze. It took the better part of 30 minutes to even get to this point in the tunnels!

At least he knew where he was, he told himself, forcing himself to focus on the bright side of things. He walked at a brisk pace, a borderline jog really. He wanted to get out of here quickly, but he didn't want to give Michael the satisfaction of causing him to panic.

"Believe it or not, I don't want to hurt you, archivist. I simply want to have some simple, haaarmless funnn together, ehehehehehe!" His voice went shrill and warbly and distorted towards the end of his unnerving giggle so much that it became almost inaudible. And fuck, if it didn't make Jon run.

Could you blame him though? There was no way that- that thing actually meant what it said. It was absolutely going to hurt him. And it was probably going to do so in the most terrible ways imaginable.

Jon hated the deep, guttural scream that ripped from his throat when he rounded a corner and came face to face with the blonde monster.

His feet scrambled on the packed dirt and he was already turning around, but arms that were too long wrapped around him from behind, dragging him back as they retracted to a more normal length. He was screaming and kicking the air, arms fighting to free themselves.

"Shh shh shhhh, would you relax? What part of I don't want to hurt you did you not understand?" he chastised, holding a single finger to Jon's lips to quiet him. He went silent out of shock more than actual compliance.

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Now what do you really want?" Jon demanded, mustering enough confidence to glare him down. Michael just laughed.

"Like I said, I'm just looking for some fun. You humans aren't the only ones who get bored you know," he said condescendingly. Jon remained silent.

"I tend to- peak in, from time to time, just to see how my favorite sheeple are holding up," he mused, causing Jon to visibly cringe and roll his eyes.

"Good to know there's actual reason behind always feeling like I'm being watched," he grumbled.

"Oh no, I'm not the only one, but trust me, I'm your favorite."

"Quite the opposite."

"Well, I will be your favorite," he winked and giggled to himself. "But last week, I noticed you playing with your friends. You looked soooo happy then... I'd like to make you happy like that too, Jon."

What a nice sentiment from such a not nice entity, not to mention he had no clue what he was talking about. "Bullshit, you don't want to make me happy, you want to ruin my life!" he snapped, still continuing his struggle.

"Oh, but can't I do both? Life ruining is such a long process, and I'd really like to hear that laugh in person."

Realization dawned on him the same time terror wracked his body, body going stiff and eyes bugging out. Michael cocked his head, that unnaturally large smile forming into a curious pout.

"Why archivist, if I didn't know better I'd say you look frightened," he cooed. "There's no need for that. You didn't have that look when Martin snuck up on you in the break room," he pointed out.

"You keep his name out your fucking mouth," Jon growled, and in a moment he was pressing into the Distortion's space. He had grabbed him by the shirt collar and jerked him so hard his neck snapped at the momentum, their noses almost touching. A few flecks of spit even landed on Michael's cheek from the force of Jon's rage. It genuinely took him aback before a wicked grin took over.

"Your boy toy's off limits, lesson learned."

"He's not my-" Jon cut himself off, seeing no use in arguing with him. His eyes were closed and he pressed a free hand to his temple. "Look. You said you wanted your sick fun, but all you've done since capturing me is talk. I'm a smart man, I know I can't escape this. But I'm fucking tired, and I just wanna go home, so the sooner you shut up and get on with it, the better."

There was a beat of silence, and then a shit eating grin followed by, "If you wanted me to tickle you already, you could've just said so."

"No, I want to go home you assho-" Jon cut off his own rambling mid sentence as Michael started fluttering his fingers over his sides, prompting him to clamp his mouth shut. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm doing this so I can hear that cute, funny laugh of yours archivist! The longer you hold out the longer I have to tickle tickle tickle you!" his taunt echoed off the walls. Jon flushed and hid his face in his hands.

"Y-you're sohoho fucking weheheird!" His voice pitched higher towards the end of his sentence when Michael tweaked his sides before drilling in his thumb. He tossed his head back with a discordant cackle of his own, seemingly amused by the response.

"Is that really the best insult you can come up with? How adorably pathetic!" he cooed, reaching around with his other hand to knead his belly. Jon writhed in his grip, snickering and squealing with no way to escape.

"Shut up or Ihihi'll- nohoho wahahait!" the threat died on his tongue, melting into frantic giggles. He kicked his feet in the air and gently shoved at the offending tickly hands, but to no avail. He slumped in his hold, leaning back over his arm and covered his face with his hands.

"Oh? And what exactly am I waiting for?" Michael asked, cocking his head. The way he was so calm while picking Jon apart made it all the more maddening. Those long, spindly fingers were able to work their way into every tickle spot they could find, and it was perhaps the most horrendous thing he's ever felt in his life.

"I-Ihihi dohon't knohohow!" he whined, yelping when Michael pinched and prodded at his soft tummy. "Just shuhut up!"

"Hm, I don't think I will. Especially if it gets you all worked up like that," he taunted. Ironically, he started tracing a large spiral over his stomach, closing in on his bellybutton. Jon snorted, covering his face with one hand while trying to push Michael away with the other.

"Ohoho you've gotta behehe johoking," Jon groaned through his giddy laughter, rolling his eyes.

"What? It's my signature, I simply have to," he said casually, closing in on the center of his stomach. Jon's deep chuckles morphed until they were high pitched and bubbly. He was blushing like a fool behind his hand, shrieking and wiggling in Michael's arms all the while.

~~~

Tim had the worst luck. He had been halfway home when he realized he'd not only left his wallet, but his keys as well, at the institute. He backtracked, grumbling to himself the whole time.

He hated nothing more than being alone in the archives. It was bad enough being there during the day surrounded by people, but at night when those endless halls and rooms were empty? It might as well be straight out of a horror game.

He was trying to get to his office as fast as possible, but slowed as he neared Jon's office. The light was off, and he couldn't hear talking, sure, but the door was left open. Jon never left his door open. The sight filled Tim with dread.

"Boss? You still here?" he called out, but received no answer. He walked to the door and peeked inside, greeted only by a dark and empty room.

Maybe he just forgot to shut the door when he left, he tried to reason with himself. But none of them were that lucky, especially not Jon. Still, he went back to retrieve his things and be on his way.

Execpt that's when he heard it.

Muffled screaming. Coming from below.

Tim froze, unsure if what he was hearing was true. He bent down, putting his ear to the floor and listened.

He could just make it out.

"Please, no, have mercyyyyy!"

That was someone pleading for their life. That was Jon pleading for his life... He raced to the trapped doors.

He had the sickening feeling that he'd walk in on Elias standing over Jon's body, having killed him deep within the tunnels just as he did Gertrude. Well not today.

He descended into the tunnels, pausing when he heard frantic, hysterical screams echoing down the halls, but he could swear it sounded like... laughter. And now that he was within the tunnels, he could hear that it was undeniably Jon's.

Just what the hell was going on?

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Jon knew he was going to die here, in these godforsaken tunnels. He had no way of stopping this, and Michael proved to be just as relentless now as he's ever been. And those long fucking fingers of his were absolute torture. Just one hand was big enough to vibrate over his entire stomach and still wrap around to dig into his sides and scribble at the base of his spine. Jon was effectively in hysterics, shrieking and giggling with no end in sight.

He should hate this. Should hate that it was Michael of all people doing this to him, but an overwhelming part of him was relieved that he wasn't subjected to legitimate torture. A more foolish part of him thought that maybe Michael was warming up to them: that maybe he wasn't so downright malicious after all.

And then he felt sharp nails scratching behind both his ears, and that thought was gone as soon as it had arrived. If he hadn't been cackling so loud, perhaps they would've heard Tim calling out for Jon, telling him to just hold on, he'll be right there.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

If Jon hadn't been so preoccupied, he'd have jumped and shrieked in fright, though he was shrieking for an entirely different reason at the moment. Michael on the other hand, did startle, having been caught red handed. He almost seemed embarrassed, and dropped him like a sack of potatoes. Jon landed flat on his back, the breath being knocked out of his already breathless lungs. Tim was frozen in place, taking in the scene. He was knocked out of his daze when he saw Jon hit the ground, and he immediately rushed over to help him up.

Jon was gasping and wheezing, face red and hair messy, but he still had that rare, genuine smile on his face.

"Sorry you had to see that, I had thought the archives was empty," Michael said in lieu of an explanation.

"Yeah, it was. Good thing I had to come back," Tim snapped. Michael rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, he's perfectly fine. I didn't harm a single hair on his head."

"You fucking dropped me!"

Michael let out a shrill chuckle. "And that was a complete accident! But you can't really blame me for wanting to have my own fun with you. Especially after everyone else made it look like so much fun."

"Hey, you stay away from him! Only we're allowed to torture Jon like that!" Tim scolded weakly, but it was all he could think to say. Which just made him feel stupid when Michael continued to laugh at them.

"Oh, so you're the only ones who can toy with the archivist, is that it?" he asked tauntingly, cocking his head. Tim opens his mouth to answer, but stops short. Jon is sitting curled in a ball, hiding his face in his knees.

"No, you've got it wrong. We do it because we care about him, and want him to be happy, even if it's short lived. You do it for your own sick kicks!" Tim accused. Jon's head snapped up when he admitted their reasoning for why they always seem to tickle him out of the blue. It brought a shy smile to his face as he recovered from the ordeal.

"... Well that's a rude assumption. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about."

Tim snorted, "My point exactly." They were all quiet, the three of them engaged in a bit of a stalemate. "Aren't you going to show yourself the door?" he boldly prompted. Jon choked on his own spit in shock.

Michael's smile widened. "You know, I wasn't quite finished yet. And I'd hate for you to feel left out," he playfully threatened, and his limbs stretched ever so slightly as he spoke. Tim took a step back, eyes wide. Jon was just now making to stand, and pointed at him sternly.

"No." He stood up and dusted himself off, glasses askew on his face. He straightened them and cleared his throat. "Haven't you had enough? You leave him, and everyone else alone." And just because he knows better than to trust Michael, added, "That includes me too."

"I'll think about it. It'd be easier if you weren't so fun to tickle. Isn't that right Tim?" Michael asked, even winking at the pair. Jon blushed and turned away, and Tim failed to fight back a smile.

"Heh. Right." He shook himself out of it, glaring at Michael as he stood by Jon protectively. "B-but you just mind your business."

"Ha! Unlikely, diet archivist."

"Hey!" Tim snapped at the insulted and Jon stifled an amused snicker. He was just about to give him a piece of his mind when Michael opened a door that hadn't been there a second ago, standing in the doorway.

"Until we meet again," he waved at them, closing the door behind him, leaving them stunned and alone.

Now that Michael was gone, Tim turned to Jon with a teasing smirk. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. I'm honestly... more confused than anything." Tim barked out a laugh and patted his shoulder.

"You and me both."

They began their trek out of the tunnels, walking side by side quietly until Tim broke the silence.

"So, what's it like being tickled senseless by the Distortion?" he asked in a teasing tone. Jon flushed and shot a glare his way, but he had that happy, sheepish grin plastered on his fast, just like every other time they wrecked him.

"Oh, should I have let you find out for yourself?" Jon quipped to mask his own embarrassment.

Tim looked down with a faint blush. "Fair point." A beat, and then, "You know we have to tell the others, right?"

Jon choked on his own spit, and Tim stopped walking to give him a moment. He looked at him expectantly, while Jon looked at him with a floored look.

"Are you joking?" he asked.

"As much as I wish I were, no." The shit eating grin on his face said otherwise. "You heard what that thing said. We're all fair game in his eyes." Jon gave a noncommittal hum. "They deserve a bit of a warning, don't you think?" It was true, but he didn't have to be so damn smug about it.

"Yes," Jon begrudgingly agreed through a growl.

"Think it might be best if you made a statement. You know, so we have an accurate account for the record."

Jon groaned and hid behind his hair. "I would literally rather die." Tim barked out a laugh and threw an arm over his shoulders.

"Always with the dramatics! So you're saying you'd rather tell them in person? Look them in the eyes and admit how I saved you-"

"Don't-"

"From the big bad ti-"

Jon didn't think he'd ever been so embarrassed. "Stop!"

"The big bad tickle monster named Michael!" Tim rushed out in one breath, laughing at the flustered squeak he made as he marched ahead. It took him no time at all to catch up, thanks to his long legs. "Oh come on, you know it's funny!"

Jon huffed, unable to hide his lingering smile. "Only because it wasn't you, asshole."

They continued their playful banter back and forth, unaware of the tape recorder that had appeared in Jon's pocket the moment he entered the tunnels, listening in and capturing every word.

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Tim was relieved when he made it back home, slipping his key in the door and stepping inside. Strange, how he didn't seem to notice the change from handle to doorknob.

His eyes flew open when he was met with the sight of an endless, shifting corridor. He felt sick. A chill ran down his spine, his ears were ringing, his head filled with static and he stumbled in an attempt to get his bearings. There was a sinking feeling in his gut, and he felt so trapped.

Michael walked out from the nothingness, grin much too wide for his face. Tim hugged his arms to his body and stepped back, fighting an involuntary smile tugging at his lips.

"Y-you stay back! I'll fuck you up!" Tim cried, bravely putting his hands up, balled into fists and ready to swing. Michael laughed, and it was a sound that unsettled Tim to his very core. He held his hands up, and Tim couldn't help but flinch at the movement.

"Believe it or not, I'm not here to torture you. I'll save that for a rainy day," he added, chuckling at his own joke. Tim lowered his arms, staring at him skeptically.

"Okaaaay. So what the hell are you doing in my home?"

"But I brought you to my home," he corrected, and that wide grin turned just a tad condescending. Tim narrowed his eyes and set his jaw.

"Yeah, through my front door!" he argued before sighing in defeat, pinching the bride of his nose. "So what do you want?"

"I wanted to give you something." Tim perked up, looking at him in shock. He jumped and yelped when Michael was standing right in front of him. He held out the tape recorder.

"A little... souvenir from earlier. I doubt Sasha and Martin will believe you without proof." He placed the tape in Tim's hand, leaving him dumbstruck. "And I really have a hard time believing Jon will corroborate your story, don't you?"

Tim didn't know what to say. "Um... thank you?"

Michael winked at him. "You're welcome." And because he couldn't help himself, he skittered his fingers over his belly. Tim jerked back with a surprised laugh, a blush and a growing look of fear on his face.

"Relax. Like I said, rainy day."

He gave him a small wave and opened a door off to the side and left. Everything melted into his flat, and he was safe in the middle of his living room.

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Jon walked into work the next day as if it were any other, eager to forget the events of last night. He went to the break room for a cup of coffee to start the day and walked in to see Sasha, Martin, and of course, Tim, huddled around a tape recorder. They all wore a look of concern. Well, except for Tim.

"What're you listening to?" he asked. Sasha and Martin jumped out of their skin when they heard his voice, whipping around to meet him. They looked rather guilty, but more concerning, they looked worried.

The next thing he knew, Martin was hugging him.

"I'm sorry, what's-" A voice on the tape interrupts him.

"Joooon, come out come out wherever you are!"

"I-I'm so sorry, we left you here alone, and Tim said Michael got you and-"

"Did he now?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Now Jon, is that any way to speak to your knight in shining armor?"

"Oh please, you're not my bloody knight." He spoke over the sound of his own erratic breathing and feet pounding against hard packed dirt.

"Were you even gonna tell us Michael attacked you?" Sasha asked, brows furrowed with worry. "Because I really doubt it."

Jon floundered for an answer, face going red. "Um- it- look, it really wasn't as serious as Tim undoubtedly made it seem." He glanced up at his smiling face and said, "Would he really be grinning like that if it was?"

Of course, as soon as they looked at him, he schooled his features into a serious expression, but they each caught a glimpse of a fading smirk.

"Okay what's... what's happening right now?" Martin asked, looking between the two.

"You wanna tell them yourself Jon? Or uh, let the tape do the talking for you?" he asked, holding up the tape.

"Shh shh shhhh, would you relax? What part of I don't want to hurt you did you not understand?"

"I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Now what do you really want?"

Jon refused to meet his friends' gaze as he spoke over his previous conversation. "Look, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me, didn't psychologically scar me, the only thing damaged was my pride."

The tape played on in the background as Jon tried to explain himself. Michael's endless talk of having fun did nothing to calm Sasha and Martin's nerves for past-Jon. "I-I don't really know why he t- uuh, did what he did, but he seemed almost... friendly isn't exactly the word I'd use, maybe tame? Toned down?" That was about the time Michael mentioned the rest of them, and how they all "played" with Jon. A hesitant smile ghosted over Sasha's lips as she thought she knew what he was hinting at, and judging by Jon's reaction, she might be right, but there was just no way... Was there?

"Jon, did Michael-"

"Yes," he cut her off before she could finish the sentence. "Yeah, he uh, said you all made it look like fun, so he decided to try it out," he said, staring at the faded break room carpet.

"Wait, so it's our fault?" Martin asked, and Jon immediately felt guilty for saying it like that.

"No! God no, you guys are just trying to make me loosen up. Michael's just... morbidly curious."

"Right," Tim agreed, suddenly more serious. "He uh, told me he was waiting for a rainy day. So obviously, he has his sights set on all of us. Which is... unnerving to say the least." He locked eyes with Jon, a soft smile on his face. "So I'm not just doing this to fuck with you. But that is an excellent perk!" Jon couldn't help but chuckle. "But I thought everyone deserved a bit of a heads up. And maybe ease some worry while I'm at it." "Where'd you even get this?" Jon asked, pointing at the recorder just as his own bubbly giggles started pouring out.

"Michael gave it to me."

"Very funny." When Tim's expression didn't change, his jaw dropped, "You're serious."

"Where else would I have gotten it from?"

"Fair point."

A loud shriek followed by shrill cackling and snorts emitted from the tape. All heads snapped over to look at him with amused grins and fond expressions.

"Right. Well, I lived through this once already. No need to stick around for a second time," he said, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He paused in the door. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"

"Not likely."

"Nope!"

"Absolutely not."

He gave a curt nod, lips pursed together. "Thought so."

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ticklygiggles · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 6: Hiding

Ft. Kang Soohwa x Go Yohan

A/N: this is not a very known fandom, (hence the pic for reference), BUT THAT'S OKAY because I'm indulging myself with this tickletober event dkdkfkf my precious babies from "Sign" you guys should read that manhwa like yesterday!

Just a heads-up, Yohan is deaf but he can read lips. So in this fic, all "italic dialogues" are said in ASL!

"You can go up first, I need to check something real quick."

"Huh? Check something? Do you need any help?"

Yohan shook his head with a smile, "I promise I'll be quick, you can shower first if you want."

Soohwa nodded, "okay, but hurry up."

Yohan nodded and leaned down to kiss Soohwa's lips.

Soowah rushed up to the third floor. This was perfect! He thought about putting his plan into action while Yohan took a bath, but this was just perfect!

He hurried into the room and closed the door behind him, then immediately hurried to the drawer where he kept his costume. He chuckled to himself, pulling out a headband with little red devil horns on it.

His cheeks warmed a bit. He knew it was silly and he almost regretted doing something like that, but it was just a little prank he wanted to play on Yohan.

He wouldn't get angry, right?

He didn't have time to reconsider his plan before he heard Yohan's footsteps coming up to the room. Soohwa gasped, quickly putting on the headband and turning off the light before Yohan could get in.

Soohwa hid just as Yohan opened the door and a nervous smile made his lips tremble when he saw his boyfriend, surprised to find everything dark. He thought that Yohan was going to turn on the light, but instead, he closed the door behind him and approached the bed, at that moment, Soohwa tiptoed out of his hiding place, trying to keep his feet from hitting the ground too hard so Yohan wouldn't notice from the vibrations.

Yohan approached the bed and Soohwa was surprised when Yohan murmured his name, so he barely had a chance to put on that sinister smile he had practiced earlier in the mirror before Yohan turned around.

"Boo."

Soohwa could see Yohan's soul almost leave his body. He gasped loudly, nearly choking himself as he placed a hand over his chest.

"Soohwa?! What are you- oof!"

Soohwa laughed and hugged Yohan's waist, pushing him onto the bed and climbing over him, straddling his hips.

"S-Soohwa, you scared me to hell - ugh, n-no, thahahahat tihihihickles!"

Soohwa gasped, his hands stopping for a brief second before he started to tickle Yohan's sides again. Yohan's giggles filled the room right away and Soohwa felt his cheeks heating up.

"Wow," he said breathlessly. "Yohan, i didn't know you were ticklish..."

"I ahahaham! S-Sohoho now stahahap!"

Soohwa shook his head, "I can't stop now; I wanted to scared you a bit, you see," he said, pointing at his horns. "I'm a demon."

"Ahahaha dehehemon?! W-Wehehell you scahahared me, nohohow- ahahaha! Plehehease!"

"Ah, look at me! I can't do signs right now!" He tapped at Yohan's cheek, forcing him to open one eye while he laughed. "Like I said, my plan was to just scare you, but now that I know you're ticklish, I need to find your most ticklish spot!"

Soohwa was grinning widely, his cheeks were pink, but not pinker than Yohan's. He's never seen him laughing like this, the sound was cute, but also made Soohwa's heart skip a bit at how deep it was.

"S-Soohwahaha! Plehehease, stohoAHAP!"

Soohwa was a bit startled when Yohan suddenly threw his head back as his hands slithered under Yohan's shirt, his fingertips digging into the softness of Yohan's lower tummy.

He gasped, "did I find you most- oh you can't see me," Soohwa giggled as he tried to fight Yohan's hands trying to catch his wrists.

It really seemed like he had hit jackpot, but just to make sure, he tickled Yohan's lower belly faster, fingers clawing and vibrating against the warm skin.

Yohan howled, his back arching off the bed and his hips twisting in a weak attempt to throw Soohwa off, but Soohwa tightened his thighs around Yohan's body to prevent himself from falling off the bed.

"Oh Yohan, I wish I could record you right now, where was my phone again? I think-"

A sudden tap on his arm made him look up at Yohan.

"Please, not there. Stop!" Yohan weakly signed, his body shaking with silent laughter. Tears of laughter pooling at the corners of his eyes.

Soohwa felt his heart fluttering. How could Yohan, all red in the face and in hysterics, look so handsome? How was his big, open smile so pretty?

"Fine, fine. You win," Soohwa mumbled and he finally stopped, letting his lover sink back into the bed as he laughed and giggled breathlessly.

"You're the wohohorst," Yohan giggled out as he finally opened his teary eyes to look at Soohwa. "You're not allowed to that ever again."

Soohwa laughed, leaning down to kiss Yohan's lips.

"I can't make any promises now that I know your secret, Yohan. So be ready for a sudden attack... like now!"

"N-Nohoho! No mohohore!"

This was not exactly how Soohwa planned his very spontaneous prank, but finding out that Yohan was ticklish was, definitely, a result that he would not change for anything.

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BONUS SCENE

"Uh... Yohan?"

"W-What now?" Yohan asked breathlessly after surviving another lethal attack to his, (according to Soohwa's words), best tickle spot.

"Um... y'know, your laugh was really nice so now I'm a little..."

"Oh."

It seemed that Yohan's voice would always have that kind of effect on Soohwa, no matter what.

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 6 #Sign #sign manhwa #kang soohwa #go yohan #soohwa x yohan #ticklish!Yohan #mia's things

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madisonfunhouse · 2 years

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🧸 Tickletober - Day 6

Cuddles ~ Hiding

Word count: 568 🎃🎃👉🏼👈🏼🎃🎃

You and someone you hold dearly, cozily wrapped together in a fuzzy grey blanket, are cuddling on the couch watching crime documentaries and keeping each other warm.

You adore the way they hold you. One arm around, bringing you in closer to their chest, the other hand playing with yours or being brushed through your hair.

A commercial break comes on, and for whatever reason, your cuddle partner decides to poke your ribs and giggle at your silly gasp. "heyyyy" you say, trying to find their hand underneath. Another poke gets your belly, and you realize you're in trouble.

Quickly they take action and lock their arms so you can't get out, scribbling away at your now wiggling body. "aaaahahahah noooohoho!!" You somehow manage to get away, trying to think of the best place to hide from your tickle monster.

Knowing the house is rather large, you run up the stairs and into the game room where your 3 other roommates were playing online, watching questioningly as you motion for them to stay quiet and that you're not there. Tickle monster wouldn't think I'm around a bunch of other people, would they? Oh shoot, that's exactly what a person would do-

You hear the door open, questions on your whereabouts filling the room, and thankfully another question arises, "What's going on? What did you do haha?" At least you're not being ratted out, but this can't be good.

Not only are you running away from being tickled, you just brought yourself around more people which can only equally more hands and more fingers. You start falling into that silly excitement you always get when you think about being tickled by more than just one person. Stop thinking stop thinki-

"Yeah, whatever, I'm going to check the closet because sooomethiiiing tells meeee..."

The door opens.

And there you are, looking up helplessly, mind running wild on what's about to happen.

"There she is ~ " you couldn't help but blush at the playful tone of their voice.

You went from cuddling, to being trapped in a closet with a devious tickle monster right above you and 3 potential helpers within inches of all of this.

In seconds, they bend down to pull your legs out, sit on top of you, and fight your hands to eventually pull them above your head. "You shouldn't have run, not uh uh."

With the biggest smile on their face, they plunge their fingers right into your underarms earning a loud scream from you, and all 3 head turns from the others in the room. "Omg [your name], when were you ever so ticklish??" one of the three says.

"AHHH haha SHUT UPpahahaha!" Their fingers wiggle into your ribs, poking each one by one, seeing which makes you laugh the loudest, and focusing on that rib just a bit longer than the others. They switch hands and begin wiggling their fingers all over your tummy, playfully poking your hips in between to make you go extra crazy.

"yooo! keep it down bro, everyone thinks there's something else going on in my live stream!" With that comment, your tickle torturer decides you've earned a break and slows down to a stop, helps you up, and squeezes you in a tight bear hug. You already know it's not the last of it, but the way they always cuddle you makes you feel amazing all over. 💕✨

#tickletober 2022 #tickletober #augtickletober2022 #tickletober day 6 #tword community #tickle community #tk community #tickle story #tickle fic #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish reader

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 6 - Cuddles

Fandom: The Raven Cycle

Characters: Adam/Ronan

Summary: Adam wakes up with Ronan lying on his arm and refusing to roll off of it.

Words: 577

[Tickletober prompts]

Adam came to slowly, which was always the case when he shared a bed with Ronan. Something about safety and comfort, something about calmness and familiarity. Cheesy, Ronan called it, as if he didn’t share Adam’s exact sentiment about it.

The sunlight was streaming into the bedroom, autumn having not fully gripped Virginia yet and Ronan having forgotten to fully close the curtains. Adam blinked, feeling his body gain consciousness gradually, with his arms doing so first. Specifically his left arm which was being crushed to near death beneath Ronan.

Adam groaned, pressing his face against Ronan’s neck. “Ronan,” he croaked out, nudging him with his forehead. “Roll over.”

Ronan gave a dissatisfied sound when Adam nudged him again. “No.”

“My arm.”

“No.”

“Ronan.” Adam felt more awake now, slight annoyance making him huff. “Get off.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ronan.” He used his free hand to try to shove him away, but Ronan merely rolled over to his side to face him, blinking vexedly at him.

“What?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse with morning disuse.

“My arm,” Adam repeated. “You’re lying on it.”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

Adam had had enough. “Don’t act as if I don’t know how fucking ticklish you are, Ronan Lynch.”

Ronan gave a whine. “But I just want to cuddle, Parish.” He emphasized his words by wrapping an arm around him to pull him even closer, Adam’s arm still being thoroughly crushed beneath him.

“Ronan, for fuck’s sake,” Adam said, laughing anyway as he used his free hand to attack his side. “You’re so annoying.”

Ronan groaned and tried to elbow his hand away. “Me? You’re the one waking me up like this.”

“Just roll over and I’ll cuddle you.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Adam stuck his hand under the covers to squeeze at Ronan’s thigh, causing him to cry out and kick, and Adam repeated it when he missed, knowing he was playing with fire now. “Get off.”

“You get off.” Ronan’s voice had a hint of laughter to it, something tired and bordering on panic simultaneously. While being incredibly sensitive it was hard to properly get him, possibly due to him having grown up with brothers and knowing how to keep his reactions at bay. Adam enjoyed the journey that was getting Ronan to giggle his head off, but that morning was not the time, not with his arm’s survival at risk.

“Ronan,” he said again, trying to sound stern, and Ronan only finally - finally - moved off of his poor limb when Adam aimed a particularly ruthless tickle to his inner thigh.

“Jesus Ch- fine! Jeez.” Ronan was glaring at him as Adam tried to shake life back into his arm. “You’re so fucking annoying, Parish.”

“Your need for proximity isn’t my fault, Lynch.”

“My nee- You’re the one who probably tried to hug me to death last night if your arm was beneath me.”

None of this was serious they knew, but it was common ground to bicker. It usually led to other things anyway.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come cuddle you now.”

“Don’t touch me- no!”

Adam laughed as Ronan tried to evade him, but he managed to cling onto him anyway, nuzzling his neck while his fingers gently dug into his side and lower back, legs wrapping around him to keep him in place.

Ronan was laughing soon enough, and it was lovely and glorious and led to eventual revenge, but Adam was fine with it.

#tickling #ticklish!ronan #pynch #pynch fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 6 #n writes #trc

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cantsaythetword · 2 years

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TickleTober Day 6: Costumes

~A/N - Tis Day 6 of TickleTober! We have some cute Peter and Tony fluff coming your way today!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List:

Masterpost Link || TickleTober 2022 Masterpost Link

Opening old boxes is always fun.

Peter had been searching through some of his old items, finding the occasional childhood toy, small knick-knack, or old t-shirt that was either far too small or had way too many holes to wear.

But no find that day brought as much joy (and laughter) than his old photo album.

Deciding to take a break, Peter sat down with his back pressed into a makeshift cardboard throne, and began flicking through the collection. Photos of him at his first day of school, his friend's birthdays, even the time he visited the coast when he was 8.

And then came the halloween photos.

Of course, it was the year he had dressed up as his childhood (and honestly still current) hero Iron Man.

And, of course, this was the moment than none other than Tony Stark appeared behind him.

"Hey kid." Tony said, chuckling gently as Peter jumped out of his skin.

"Mr Stark!" He half-squeaked in surprise, clumsily slamming the book shut and folding his arms over it. Maybe he hadn't noticed?

"What's this?" Stark asked bemusedly, peering over Peter's shoulder.

Damnit.

"It's nothing, just some old photos..." Peter trailed off, trying to play it cool. Hoping, begging, that Tony wouldn't pry.

"Oh this I have to see!" Tony grinned, reaching for the book right as Peter stood and turned to face him.

"Mr Stark." He said flatly.

"Mr Parker." Tony replied, finding the whole situation rather comical. "Let me see the book!"

And they were off. Tony chased after Peter as he ran circles around boxes and furniture alike. Nervous laughter and protests filled the air as the two banted back and forth.

Peter took a slight stumble after catching his foot on a box, giving Tony the chance to capitalize on the mistake and grab the boy. As Peter tried to escape his captor's grip, he ended up twisting rather dramatically and falling onto the floor. Tony dropped to his knees and pinned the kid down before he had the chance to think.

"Should have been watching where you were going rather than looking at me." Tony smirked

"Let me go!" Peter jerked from side to side.

"Nuh uh, you're gonna show me those photos!"

"No way!"

There was a pause, and an evil glint shone in Tony's eyes.

"Well, I guess I have no other choice..."

Tony struck - ruthlessly spidering his fingers up Peter's sides, turning the young superhero into a blushy pile of giggles.

"NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" Peter begged, still refusing to let go of the book.

"Don't get stubborn with me kid, it'll just make it all worse!" Tony teased, worming his hands up under Peter's armpits. While it seemed to just make Peter clamp down tighter against the book, it was all part of Tony's plan.

"STAHAHAHAP!" Peter squeaked, his biceps burning with the sheer pressure he was tensing them with.

Ignoring his pleas, Tony changed to digging into the back of Peter's ribs. It was a little-known spot that worked all too well to absolutely destroy Peter's defences.

"FIHIHIHINE I GIHIHIVE!" Peter squealed, tossing the book towards his attacker.

Tony, smiling softly to himself, flicked through the book. Every so often still reaching a hand out to tweak Peter's side. As he landed on the Halloween page, his face turned from amusement to sincerity.

"Is this...?" Tony began, trailing off and looking at Peter.

"Yeah..." Peter half mumbled. "That's me."

The young boy had a cardboard mask coloured in Tony's signature red and gold, a small handheld torch beaming into the camera to mimic the blasters on the suit.

"Thats... adorable!" The billionaire chuckled, fingers poking into Peter's ribs again.

"MIHIHIHISTER STAHAHARK!"

"Awww, if only little Pete could see you now..." Tony grinned at the red-faced mess beneath him, changing from poking ribs to skittering along collarbones. "Getting tickled by your number one hero."

"Nohohohoho!"

"Oh! I should go put on my suit!" Tony smirked. "Really let you live the dream huh?"

Man, it was gonna be a while before Tony let this go.

#fic #mine #avengers #tony and peter #iron dad #TickleTober2022 #TickleTober Day 6

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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 6: Cuddles

A/N: Thank youuuuu @ticklishraspberries!! I fucking love Barry more than I can say, I just wish more people watched it and appreciated it! I also know I haven't written for Barry except for like one other fic so my characterizations are me trying my hardest lol. Hope it still comes through and I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Barry

Characters: Noho Hank, Cristobal Sifuentes

Hank couldn't figure out which he liked better.

Night cuddles...

Cristobal would typically be in bed first, as he didn't have Hank's detailed nighttime skincare routine. And he would be watching TV or be on his phone, just waiting for his love. And when Hank emerged from the bathroom looking all glowy and perfect, he would hop into his spot in the bed and snuggle right up to Cristobal, either from the front or behind, all depending on which way Cristobal was facing. Cristobal would open his arm up to wrap Hank in closer to him and immediately start rubbing his love's arm. Hank was always so smooth, it made him simultaneously jealous and in awe. He could barely keep his hands off the man.

Hank would then take the time to feel up his love, too. Nighttime was his time to be snuggly and cuddly. He'd intertwine his leg with Cristobal's and feel the scratchiness of his partner's leg hair. Then he'd sometimes drag his big toe against Cristobal's arch to watch the man yelp and get a slap to his thigh in return.

Hank likes to draw patterns on Cristobal's chest and belly when they're in bed late at night with the TV playing something neither of them are totally invested in. But they need that little bit of light and noise to help them sleep. Or Hank would even start scratching absentmindedly at Cristobal's skin, just wanting to be near him and touching him. He liked when he zoned out in those moments, as he'd hear Cristobal's high-pitched giggle and he'd feel a strong arm block off the area he'd previously been caressing. If Hank was in the mood, he'd pout until Cristobal let him continue.

Hank would play with Cristobal's hair, too. If Cristobal was leaning against his chest, Hank would have his fingers carding through Cristobal's growing curls or his beard, scratching and grazing through the coarse hairs. He loved it and so did Cristobal.

... or morning cuddles...

The mornings were Cristobal's time to cuddle Hank. Well, cuddle and do practically everything else with him. Their bed covers were plush and warm as can be, but they still weren't as comfortable as being near Hank was in the mornings. Cristobal was early to rise, always. And he'd nuzzle right into Hank's neck, taking a big whiff of his lover's scent, and that action alone usually woke Hank up, giggly and a little breathless, definitely feeling tingly.

Cristobal was so happy he was growing out his hair and beard. The mustache was always fun to kiss Hank with, the Chechen usually smiling from how it tickled him. And now that everything was longer and thicker, well, Cristobal was in heaven.

After the neck nuzzle, he'd start peppering kisses into Hank's neck and collarbone. Hank was a mess of pleasurable hums and squeaks as he sunk further and further down into the bed covers. Cristobal followed him down, down.. and even more down some mornings, down to his belly. Then his thighs.

Hank's thighs were a special place for Cristobal. They were so sensitive he still had trouble believing it. Hairless, like the rest of him, so no boundaries... and when Cristobal would kiss down there, in between on mornings when the warm sun blazed the inside of their bedroom, Hank would explode in bubbly laughter. And the laughter might turn to moans depending on how the morning went from there...

Yeah, Hank still couldn't decide which he liked best. Both sounded pretty perfect to him.

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thebest-medicine · 14 days

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Day 17: Interrogation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song.

[ao3 link]

Words: 1.4k

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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”

“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”

“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”

“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?”

Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting.

He stayed silent.

Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.”

She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit.

“Now then.”

“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!”

“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost.

It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade.

And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.

Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head.

“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling.

Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”

Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter.

Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.

“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!”

“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?”

“Neihihihin, plehease!”

“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.”

“Nohohohoho!”

“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate.

Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection.

Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.”

A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t.

“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip.

Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump.

Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.

“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers.

Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked.

A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?”

“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily.

Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped.

“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology.

“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.”

“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”

“So it’s not a tickle spell?”

Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.”

“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?”

Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter.

“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.

Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.

Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation.

He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”

Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.

“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.”

Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.

“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”

“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.”

“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?”

Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.”

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nekoma-not-lee · 2 years

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Day 6 - Hiding

Passerine!Wilbur/Passerine!Tommy PLATONIC

Tommy was currently hiding from Wilbur, and why you may ask? Well the golden boy had finally managed to get Wilbur to take a break from working to play with him. Tommy was excited because he got to pick the game, and of course he played hide and seek. He knew what would happen when he was found and he was looking forward to it, as that part is his favorite part. He giggled behind his hands as he heard Wilbur getting closer.

“Ohhhh Tommyyyyy~” the king called out in a singsong voice, “Where aaarreeee yoooooouuuuu~” Tommy giggled when he heard Wilbur getting even closer. He was about 6 feet from his hiding spot now. “I’m gonna fiiiiind yoooouuuuu~” the older smirked, seeing the younger’s shadow peeking out from behind a tree, but he decided to drag it out a bit longer and act like he didn’t see him. “Come out come out wherever you aaaarrreeeee~”

Wilbur quickly poked his head around Tommy’s hiding place, “Boo!” Tommy squealed as Wilbur picked him up in his arms quickly after scaring him. Tommy squirmed in his hold as Wilbur sat down with Tommy in his lap. He knew what was coming, and the last thing he heard as a warning was a mischievous giggle before ten fingers were spidering all over his sides. Tommy squealed and half heartedly pushed at his brother’s hands, but then they quickly moved to his stomach, and Tommy’s laughter grew louder, “NOHOHOHO! WHIHIHILBEHEHEY! Nohohot THEHEHERE!”

“Awwwweeee~ but I think you like this spot~” Wilbur cooed, leaning down and blowing tiny raspberries on Tommy’sneck, causing the latter to shriek and giggle louder, “NONONOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHEHERRIES!” “Yes raspberries~ lots and lots of them to make you keep on giggling~” Wilbur teased, hooking a finger into his brothers navel and vibrating it around, while stopping the raspberries.

Tommy absolutely shrieked, “WIHIHIHILBEHEHEY! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Wilbur slowed down, taking his finger out of Tommy’s navel, and instead spidering gently around the small boy’s tummy, “Do you wanna stop now, or go out with a bang?” It was a genuine question from Wilbur, him wanting to make sure Tommy could handle more. As Tommy caught his breath, he giggled out an answer, “Ihihi can tahahake mohohore.”

That was all Wilbur needed to hear as he shifted Tommy around and leaned down. He took a deep breath in and blew a long raspberry right over his bellybutton. Tommy absolutely lost it, as he let out squeals and squeaks, “NAHAHA IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!” Wilbur blew a few more smaller raspberries around his tummy until he heard the strain in Tommy’s laughter. He then stopped and rubbed the ghost tickles out of the ticklish skin.

Tommy’s giggles died down as he tried pushing Wilbur’s hands away again, thinking he was gonna start tickling him again. “We’re all done, Flower Boy, don’t worry,” Wilbur said, smiling softly at his brother’s giggling form, as the smaller snuggled up close to Wilbur. Wilbur picked up his brother and started walking back to the castle. Tommy yawned, “Wilby?” Wilbur hummed to let him know he was listening. “C-can we do this more often…?” Wilbur smiled and mentally awed. How adorable could his little brother get, “Of course Tommy!” Tommy then fell asleep, all he remembered just before falling asleep was the soft platonic kiss to his forehead and a soft, “Sleep well, Sunshine Boy.”

#tickletober 2022 #day 6 hiding #neko’s fics #lee!tommy #ler!wilbur #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tommy #wilbur #passerine #passerine au #passerine wilbur #passerine tommy #dream smp #dsmp

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“Hide or get Tickled”

🎃Tickletober Day6- Hiding🎃

A/N: I know I skipped yesterday, it’s just that I was thinking of some good characters to do then I got sidetracked, then I fell asleep, then my sister woke me up so I can drive her to her friends house😭. I’m sorry abt that one besties.

Lee: Megumi

Ler(s): Nobara and Itadori

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Oh shit. Oh shit! Megumi was in trouble now. Both of his friends, Nobara and Itadori was on the hunt to replenish their ler mood, so why did Megumi have to be their Guinea pig? He’s slowly growing stress pimples, due to the hobby he does and to top it all off, he’s being chased by very skilled and playful lers that won’t stop until he’s found. Or until somebody else walks their path.

Out of all the other places he could hide, he decided to hide under his bed. Probably bc he was inside of his room when he heard them talking abt their ler mood and who to use to get rid of this said mood. Then he heard his name. If it wasn’t to his paper thin walls he probably would’ve died by laughter way long ago. It’s been an hour since he hid under there. Maybe they gave up. Yh, Megumi sure hope they did give up.

“Come out, come out, where ever u r~ Me and Nobara are itching to get our fingers to dance all over ur sensitive skin.” The cursed teen called out from the hallway.

So far Fushiguro has succeeded in hiding from his older friend’s devilish fingers. That is until he heard his doorknob turn…

“Fushiguro? Fushiguro~, this is the only room we haven’t checked~ We know ur in here~. Just wait till I count all those delicious ribs u have. Or tickling the hollow circle on ur cute tummy~” Nobara cooed, opening the closet, but no one was in there, as she walks beside the bed acting like she was checking under the covers, but she knew he was under the bed.

She motioned to the pink haired teen that their little Lee was under the bed, so they acted like they couldn’t find him. Megumi’s head was facing Yuji’s socked feet, while his legs was facing Kugisaki’s feet. He had his hands covering his mouth, preventing small giggles to come out, while his eyes were squeezed shut w/ tears eager to show theirselves.

“Oh, guess he went outside then.” Nobara shrugged. “Let’s go out there to check, Itadori.”

“Sure.”

Itadori started to walk out the room very slowly, until Nobara used her bare strength to pull both of Fushiguro’s legs out from under the bed. “Found u, our ticklish little Lee~”

Itadori jumped over the bed and pinned the wriggly teen’s body down w/ his arms stretched above his head, and the cursed teen sitting on his elbows.

Megumi started screeching, “AGH!! NOHOHO- STOP!!! PLEASE! AHAHA!! DON’T DO THIS!!”

“Why not, Fushiguro? Ur so cute when ur being tickled, plus ur the most ticklish person we know~ We need to get rid of this mood me and Itadori’s in.”

“WHY ME?! U HAVE SO MANY OTHER PPL!!”

“Yh, but ur just an easy and better target.” Nobara laughed.

“GOJO!! Please… stop!”

“It’s funny how u think Gojo can help u out of this one, bestie. Now scream for us.” Itadori dug into his exposed armpits, while Nobara squeezed his knees.

#tickle #anime #anime tickle #lee #ler #ticklish #Tickletober #Day 6 #Hiding #Lee Megumi #Ler Itadori #Ler Nobara #jjk #tickle jjk

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lilianlay · 2 years

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Tickletober day 6 - hiding

Kaeya and Diluc

- Kaeya! Where are you? - Diluc ran out into the garden next to their house to find his brother, but he was not here. Or rather, he was hiding. The blue-haired boy hid in the bush and watched him. He tried not to laugh so as not to reveal his place.

The red-haired continued to look for Kaeya and ended up next to the same bush. He turned away to go further, but then there was a crackling of branches and a second later, Kaeya jumps on his brother, who emits a frightened squeal.

As soon as they fell on the soft grass, blue-haired began to tickle Diluc.

- Kahahahaheya ihihihihit's nohohohot fahahahahair. - boy began to wiggle.

- Hehe, your powers of observation are very poor. - he made his way under his brother's shirt and began to tickle his tummy.

- Nohohohohohoho, wahahahahahahait!

- Tickle tickle tickle~

- Dohohohohon't teahahahahase mehehe - Diluc threw back his head and began to snort.

- Why, it's so fun and you like it.

- Ahahahahahahaha - red-haired tried to catch his brother's hands.

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- I don't remember that. - user of the pyro element crossed his arms.

- Hehe, I'm sure you remember everything. You just don't want to admit that you enjoyed my surprise attacks. - Kaeya chuckled and took another sip of wine. - And that day you didn't deny that you like tickling.

Diluc blushed.

- N-no! I did it so as not to upset you.

- Oh, how sweet of you~ I’m really flattered. - sword user smiled slyly.

- Kaeya, shut up! - he looked seriously at his brother.

- Relax, otherwise I'm already starting to be afraid of this look. - cryo element user chuckled.

Red-haired stood up and began to slowly approach his brother.

- D-Diluc? - sensing something, Kaeya also stood up and began to move back.

- You better run.

- Wha-? - but immediately the user of the pyro element pounced on him and began to tickle.

- Dihihihihihiluc

- Hehe, this is my revenge for the fact that you were hiding from me then and I had to look for you, but in the end you attacked me.

- Juhahahast yohohohohour pohohohowers of obsehehehervation ahahahare vehehehery pohohohor - Kaeya wiggled.

- Hmm, but still, I'm the one tickling you right now. - Diluc grinned and began to squeeze his brother's sides to hear the squeak.

Kaeya hasn't changed a bit and Diluc is happy, although he won't admit it right away.

#tickletober #tickletober2022 #day 6 #hiding #genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle fic #tickle drabble #diluc #kaeya #kids diluc and kaeya #ticklish diluc #ticklish kaeya #ler!kaeya #lee!diluc #ler!diluc #lee!keaya #tickling #tickle genshin

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 6 - Chase

Prompts by @tickletober

Another part of my demon slayer check ups. This time the victim was the ✨snake boy! ✨🐍

Happy tktober! 💜

#augtickletober2023 #tickle art #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober2023 #demon slayer #demon slayer tickle #ler!shinobu #lee!obanai #tickle fluff #tickle comic

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amazingmsme · 2 years

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Nice Things

AN: Have some imodna in these trying times. Sorry it’s a little short. Here’s day 6: cuddles!

Laudna liked nice things. She liked feeling the sun on her skin and the wind through her hair. She liked flowers and stuffed animals and the smell of lavender and honey. She liked soft fabrics and silly jokes. But most importantly, she liked Imogen. She liked Imogen a lot. And she liked cuddling with her.

Not many people were brave enough to touch her, let alone show physical affection. She wasn't afraid to wrap her in a hug or huddle close on cold nights. Imogen never commented on her clammy skin when their hands touched; she'd never judge her like that.

Tonight, she needed Laudna. Another horrible dream offering no chance at sleep, but she was there to keep her company.

Laudna rested her head atop Imogen's chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart. She was laying on top of her as Imogen ran her hand up and down her back absentmindedly. Her fingers strayed too close to her side and Laudna arched away with a breathy giggle.

Imogen smiled down at her. "You alright?"

"Oh yes. It just felt a little... tickly is all," she explained, looking away and playing with her hair. Imogen grinned wider.

"It did?" she asked, scratching at her side with a single finger. She snorted, slapping a hand over her mouth to trap the sound. That just wouldn't do.

She grazed her long nails ever so lightly over her skin, drawing forth the bubbliest laughter she's ever heard. When she started scratching along her waistline, Laudna squeaked and curled into a ball, pressing against Imogen's body. She wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her closer as she giggled and weakly pushed at her.

"You got such a pretty laugh, it's like a bell twinkling," she cooed in her ear. Goosebumps crawled down her arms and legs as she leaned away from the warm breath ghosting over her sensitive ear.

"Imogen dohohon't tehehease!" she giggled, hiding her blush behind her mess of dark hair. She chuckled to herself and nuzzled into her neck, relishing in the loud gasp that followed. She blew a raspberry near the center of her throat, sending her into complete hysterics. Laudna curled into a ball, hands flailing uselessly while she threw her head back and laughed.

She didn't even try to stop it. She didn't want to stop it. Imogen was being fun and playful, and she started tickling her for a reason, Laudna thought. She needed to hear her laugh, to see her smile after such a bad dream. She needed this, maybe even more so than Laudna. So she let her carry on.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #critical role #critical role fic #bells hells #imodna #laudna #imogen temult #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!laudna #day 6: cuddles

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ticklygiggles · 7 months

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 6 - Movie

Victuuri

A/N: I this one got a little longer, but I don't think a read more is needed, hopefully! I hope you all enjoy this~

Yuuri had confessed his best kept secret to Victor... well, it wasn't something that Victor hadn't already realized by now, but he still knew that it was something very difficult for Yuuri to admit.

His little face had turned unsightly red, Victor worried that Yuuri would faint at any moment. His eyes became watery with embarrassment and he fidgeted with his fingers almost desperately, but in the end, he was able to finally say it:

Yuuri liked being tickled.

Victor was thrilled. He most absolutely loved to tickle Yuuri. Oh, to feel his little body squirming and jerking under his touch, seeing his beautiful, big grin and hearing his absolutely breathtaking laughter was simply the most amazing thing in the world.

Victor had comforted him, saying that it wasn't bad at all and that he thought he was very adorable and that he, most importantly, loved him no matter what. Yuuri had calmed down and even smiled with relief, but Victor didn't tickle him and Yuuri didn't ask him to tickle him either.

In fact, more than five days had passed since that confession and Victor, although his fingers itched to make Yuuri laugh, thought that the natural thing was that, since he knew the secret, Yuuri was the one who should ask him to tickle him.

Right?

Victor wasn't so sure anymore and he sighed heavily as he settled himself on the couch, Yuuri quickly finding a spot glued to him, whining that he was scared.

Victor chuckled, "Yuuri, you can go to our bedroom," he said gently, kissing the top of Yuuri's head. "You're not forced to watch this movie with me."

Yuuri was nearly crying. He wasn't fond of scary movies, Victor knew this perfectly well, so he made sure to tell him in advance so Yuuri could go and watch tv in their room if he wanted, but instead, his little katsudon decided to stay there with him.

"But… what if you get scared all alone?"

"Aaaackkk!" Victor whined, hugging Yuuri tightly. "You are so cute, Yuuri! Fine, let's watch it together then!"

Victor didn't let go of Yuuri as the movie started. He held him tightly against his chest, cradling him as if he was hugging his own child, gently rubbing his back and kissing his forehead, but he could feel Yuuri's heart beating like crazy. His lover was really scared, wasn't him? Victor thought maybe it was best to stop the movie, but then he suddenly had an idea.

The movie was quite predictable, he barely reacted at the first jumpscare, contrary to Yuuri who jumped five feet in the air with a squeak. Victor had to giggle as he hugged Yuuri even tighter.

He waited for the next jumpscare and just when it was going to happen-

"EEKAHAHAHA!" Yuuri's laughter drowned out the loud scream from the tv. Victor laughed as his fingers dug into Yuuri's soft skin, tickling him. "Vihihihityahaha!"

"Yuuri," Victor said, stopping his tickling. "I have an idea to help you to not get too scared!" Yuuri flushed. "Every time there's a very scary scene, I will tickle you."

"A-Ah?! B-But I-

"So you'll start to learn when the next jumpscare will appear- like now."

"Ack! Ahahahaha! W-Wahahait! I wahahahasn't reheheady!" He said, giggling brightly as Victor dug his fingers into his ribs.

"Okay fine," Victor answered, stopping once again and rubbing Yuuri's back comfortably to help him relax. "But next time there's no waiting for you. If you don't get scared, I won't tickle you, okay? But if you do…"

"Ehehaha! Okahahay, gohohot it!"

Time and time again, Yuuri would jump at every scary scene and Victor had to tickle him every time until he was pink in the face and Victor simply couldn't get enough of that sweet laughter.

"Hiii- AHAHAHA! N-Nohohot thehehere!" Yuuri cackled when he felt fingers wiggling under his arms, and even though the scene was brief, somehow those mean fingers were tickling him mercilessly. "V-Vihihictor! Thehe m-mohohohovie- ack!"

Victor embraced Yuuri and turned their positions over, now Yuuri under him, pressed against the couch.

"Yuuri, the movie is almost over!" He said, starting to tickle Yuuri again. "Are you pretending to get scared just so I tickle you?!"

Yuuri's face got completely red and Victor worried his teasing had gone too far, but Yuuri barely did anything to stop his tickly hands against his ticklish sides.

"N-Nohohoho! I r-reheheally gehehet scahahared!"

Victor chuckled, his fingers moving down to Yuuri's tummy, making him laugh brightly. "I don't believe you. I think you just want me to tickle, isn't that so?"

Again, a string of fear pulled at his heart, but he was rewarded by a beautiful cackle when he grazed Yuuri's hips.

Victor laughed when he saw Yuuri's head moving affirmatively just as his hands moved to Yuuri's hips and upper thighs. His lover shrieked with hysterical laughter and he tried to kick his legs and twist his upper body, but Victor held him down nicely.

His cute Yuuri looked so beautifully happy. So joyful and alive, Victor could barely stand it. He stopped momentarily, to give his red-faced lover a break.

"You really want me to tickle you, Yuuri?"

Yuuri nodded breathlessly, smiling dreamily at his lover. "Yes, please? You haven't… done it in a while and- ahahahaha! But not thehehere!"

"Oh sorry, you already said that! So more tickling to you!"

"NAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT!"

The movie was soon forgotten, the screams barely audible over Yuuri's nearly hysterical laughter. After all, maybe he didn't necessarily need to be told by Yuuri that he wanted to get tickled and that was a relief because he wanted to have his hands all over Yuuri the whole time.

"Yuuri... I heard this movie has a second part!"

"NOHOHAHAHA!"

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober #Tickletober 2023 #yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #victuuri #ticklish!Yuuri #tickle fic #mia's things

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