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duckymcdoorknob · 4 months

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 20: 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓼 𝓤𝓹

RARARA XINGYUN

AM I GONNA MAKE THIS SHIPPY? I HAVEN’T DECIDED YET.

OH YES I DID- IM GONNA MAKE IT SHIPPY

I LOVE THEM A NORMAL AMOUNT!

Thanks for chilling in tktober and now it’s tkjanuary… I’ve got 8 more fics to write after this and I’ll be done!

—This do have tickles under the cut ngl. XINGQIU HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH ON CHONGYUN-

Tags: @chrimsss @ticklish-n-stuff

Xingqiu’s menacing actions against his “beloved” Chongyun were getting old quickly. The exorcist had had it up to here with “accidentally” getting slipped jueyun chilis in his popsicles or food, or getting so scared that his yang energy spikes and he gets so panicky and overheated.

The boy was supposed to be his friend? Morax be damned, it sure didn’t feel that way. He watched with a stoic face as Xingqiu explained the reasons as to why it was imperative that Chongyun accompany him.

“You don’t understand, dear Chongyun; there will be a high presence of spirits and violence! I need someone to protect me… someone strong…someone like you!”

“Xingqiu…” the pale-blue haired boy was a bit cross, “nine times out of ten- no- not even! No times out of ten have your claims of the presence of spirits been true! You drag me along with you for an adventure in the mountains and then I’m made a fool!”

The other gaped at him.

Oh… he felt this way?

“No pranks this time, I really did hear and see some strange occurrences last time I was there! Now, they may not be actual spirits, but it would mean a lot if you were there to protect me.”

The exorcist sighed, “Fine, I will never deny you protection if you request it.”

The two boys ventured into the mountains with Xingqiu gripping Chongyun’s sleeve in a worried manner.

The taller boy pondered for a bit, ‘is he actually worried? He must be toying with me again…’ “Everything okay, Xingqiu?” His other hand came up to rest atop of the one clinging to his arm for dear life.

“Mhm… yeah. Just uh, thought I heard something.”

Xingqiu had indeed heard something, for the wind whistled harshly and the bush before them rattled. Chongyun pushed the latter behind him, drawing his sword and splaying his arms out protectively.

The shorter male blinked as his face flushed, not used to the feral protectiveness of his best friend. “Be careful, Chongyun!”

Shaking fingers tightened around the hilt of his claymore. “I always am… Watch our flank, and tell me immediately if there’s any danger.”

Drawing his weapon, the dark-bluenette nodded. He summoned his rain swords and watched diligently. The boys stood in silence, danger senses heightened like crazy.

After a second, Chongyun’s eyes darted to a tree to their left. He swung his sword, and, without warning, slammed it into the tree. He groaned as a mora ferret scampered away, exhaling to level his energy. He whipped his head around in an intense concern.

The two’s eyes met, the pale-blue haired boy’s still burning with that icy intensity. Xingqiu’s face burned in response, a small squeak escaping his lips.

“Xingqiu.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re awfully red…” Abandoning his claymore, which was stuck in the tree above him, he rushed to his best friend’s side and kneeled down. “Are you alright? Did something get you? Let me see your face-“

Two cold hands cooled his burning cheeks as the exorcist examined his upper body for any nicks or scratches.

“I-I’m okay, ‘Y-Yun,” the swordsman managed to choke, “I’m j-just um… oh gods…” His amber eyes widened and blinked a few times as Chongyun draped his jacket around his shoulders.

The exorcist smiled patiently as he ran his hand along his best friend’s face, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb against it. “Take a second and cool off; my jacket is insulated.”

The dark-blue haired boy nodded wordlessly, hiding his mouth with his thumb and forefinger. He watched as Chongyun went back to the tree, attempting to grab the claymore. He was a claymore user, so it’s no secret that he would have a strong physique.

But Morax above… Xingqiu wasn’t expecting how built his best friend was. Biceps pulsed as his arms pulled on the hilt of the stuck weapon. His shoulders and back tightened as he yanked at the large sword.

“L-Let me help,” Xingqiu murmured, placing a shaky hand on the center of the exorcist’s shoulders. ‘Dear gods…’ his hand came up to hide his blush again. “I’ll hang onto it, and you pull me.”

Chongyun had peeked over his shoulder. He cocked an eyebrow with a cheeky grin, noticing his best friend’s hand over his lips, plus the presence of the blush creeping to his ears. ‘Ah, so that’s what’s going on?’ “Sure. Arms up. I’ll hoist you up to grab it.”

“M’not that short,” Xingqiu murmured. He lifted his arms, prepping to grab the weapon. He squeaked when he felt cold hands grabbing his lithe hips.

“Oh, right. Forgot how ticklish you are… so adorable…” Chongyun teased, knowing fully well why his best friend had reacted that way.

Xingqiu closed his eyes to calm himself as his fingers wrapped around the sword. He yanked and yanked, but it did not budge. “Not working.”

The exorcist hummed. “Just don’t let go. Keep trying to pull it off. Whatever you do…” there was a rare tinge of playfulness lacing his tone, “don’t let go.”

“C-Chohohohongyuhuhun!” Xingqiu squealed as he felt fingers poke into his hips, “Dohohohohont!”

“Don’t let go! I can’t protect us without my sword,” the pale-blue haired boy chirped with a grin. He massaged his thumbs into the bones, cooing silently as the boy in his grasp started to kick his legs a bit.

“C-Chohohohongyuhuhun! Dohohohont drohohohop mehehehe!” the bookworm whined as his knuckles became white. “M-My grihihihihip ihihihits slihihihippihihing!”

“Aww, you poor thing. You just have to hang on, and get my claymore unstuck, and then it’ll be over.”

Xingqiu whined as he curled up onto the weapon, laying his arms and chest atop of it. His grip tightened and he pulled hard, the sword slipping a tiny bit. “Ihihihim gehehehettihihihing ihihit! Ihihit’s cohohomihihi-IHIHING NAHAHAHAHOHOHO!”

Chongyun wormed his fingers up under the boy’s arms, causing his grip to falter entirely, sending them both crashing down. The exorcist sat atop of the bookworm’s hips, a hand pinning both of his arms. Xingqiu’s face lit on fire once more as he looked away.

“KYEAHAHAHA! CH-CHOHOHOHONGYUHUHUHUN! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Oh you are just the cutest thing! This is payback for all of the times you’ve tickled me or pranked me. An eye for an eye-“ his hands moved to the dark-blue haired boy’s ribs, tweaking at the hyper-ticklish bones below, “or a tickle for a tickle.”

Xingqiu squealed and laughed loudly, tucking his flushed face and ears into his shoulder in an attempt to hide in the jacket. “P-PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHITS EMBAHAHAHARRASSIHIHIHING!”

“Oh? Is it embarrassing because I’m tickling you?” he leaned closer with a smug smile, ceasing his ticklish attack, “or maybe it’s because I’m tickling you?”

“I-I don’t like th-the look you’re giving me,” Xingqiu squeaked in a high-pitched whisper.

“Oh my dearest, oh Xingqiu…” his fingers continued their attack on the bookworm’s ribs. “For someone who reads so many stories, you are not very attentive.”

Legs kicked as the shorter male’s face fell into the jacket again. “Y-YUHUHUHUN! YOHOHOHOURE SOHOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!”

“And you’re so adorable.”

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAY! IHIHIHIM TOHOHOHOO HOHOHOHOT! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!”

The attack stopped, leaving a panting Xingqiu. His eyes were pricked with gentle tears, his face was red as a tomato, his hair was disheveled. After a few seconds, he sat up, now face-to-face with his best friend.

“Y-You had that- *pant* you were p-planning that, weren’t you?”

“Nope, it just kind of happened in the spur of the moment. Are you okay?” Chongyun replied with a bashful smile, dismounting and standing up, offering a hand.

“F-Fine,” he puffed, taking the outstretched hand and shakily getting on his feet. “Spur of the moment my behind. You’ve been plotting, admit it!”

“Fine! You want spur of the moment?” the pale-blue haired boy yelped, “here!”

The world slowed down for Xingqiu as the boy he’d loved for so long kissed him with a soft intensity. His hands found the exorcist’s shoulders and rested there, melting into the moment he’d imagined thousands of times in the past.

The two broke apart after a second. It was quiet before Chongyun spoke with a warm smile, cupping the boy’s cheek. “I can’t believe you never noticed. Did you not realize how easily I gave in to coming with you today?”

Xingqiu chuckled bashfully, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. “Let me be… I was a bit distracted... By the way, your claymore is still in the tree.”

The pale-blue haired boy rolled his eyes with a grin. He rolled the sleeves of his undershirt, walking over to the tree. “Take a popsicle from the inside pocket of the jacket; cool yourself off. I’m a bit worried I teased you too much.”

Xingqiu only hummed as he obliged, watching Chongyun’s struggle with the sword once more.

“Enjoying the view?” the exorcist teased with a small grunt of effort.

“S-Shut up.”

Xingqiu stuck a popsicle in his mouth as the familiar blush crept back to his face and ears.

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#t content #augtickletober2023 #tktober #Genshin #Genshin impact #xingyun #xingqiu x chongyun #Xingqiu and Chongyun #Xingqiu #Chongyun #Genshin tickle #genshin tickling #genshin impact tickle #genshin impact tickling #lee!chongyun #ticklish!chongyun #ler!xingqiu

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ragewerthers · 6 months

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Heathen's Fantasy

Summary: Geto just wanted to enjoy some quiet time between classes. Gojo... wanted to share a fantasy. Authors note: Happy Halloween!!! I wanted to join in on the fun of tktober with the fantastic prompt list that @otomiyaa and @ticklygiggles created for this year! It's been forever and a day since I've written and I hope that I have done these two justice! I just want them to stay friends and be happy and not have all the other terrible, TERRIBLE things happen!!!!

This is for Day 30: Fantasy! Enjoy! :D

Word count: 1235

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“Geto?”

“...“

“Suguru?”

“...”

“Suuuuguuuuruuuuu~”

Geto sighed deeply, looking up from the book he had been reading. They had decided to take a break in the small quad in the center of the Jujutsu campus, but apparently, ‘take a break’ meant something completely different in Gojo Satoru’s brain.

But then again, so many things did.

“What, Satoru?” he asked, holding his place in his book with his forefinger as he turned to look at the white haired menace he considered his boyfriend. His boyfriend who had been trying for the better part of two minutes to try and get his attention for something that was more than likely ridiculous.

Gojo smiled brightly as he saw the man giving him his undivided attention…and then promptly turned away and gave a little shrug. “No, no it’s fine. I can tell you’re more interested in your book. I can wait,” he replied flippantly, waving a dismissive hand as he leaned back against the worn wooden bench they were sitting on.

Geto felt his eye twitch at that, opening his mouth and then closing it again almost as quickly.

No.

No, he was not going to fall into one of Gojo’s little traps.

Not today white-haired satan!

After taking a deep breath he gave a little shrug and turned back toward the story he had been trying to invest himself into.

He should’ve known better.

“It’s just that…,”

Geto had never felt the urge to scream more.

“... I did have a question, though I’m sure it wouldn’t interest you,” Gojo continued as if Geto wasn’t currently wondering who he had angered to have this man forced into his life.

Gojo turned to look at Suguru, his eyes flickering down for a moment to take in the poor book Geto was currently white-knuckling in his grip.

The smug grin that crossed his features was enough to make Geto feel feral.

“Oh? Are you finally done reading?” Gojo asked innocently, as if he hadn’t orchestrated the whole thing.

Geto turned to glare at his partner. “What is your question, Gojo?” he asked through gritted teeth, just wanting to get this whole back and forth over with so he could have some peace.

“Oh! That’s right, my question!” Gojo said with excitement before scooting a little closer and wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulders. “Do you want to hear a fantasy of mine that I’ve had all day?”

Geto’s annoyance quickly turned to confusion. “.... what?”

Gojo’s smile grew as he leaned in conspiratorially. “Do you want to hear a fantasy of mine? Something that’s been bothering me all day?”

Narrowing his eyes at the man to try and see if he could figure out a motive for this odd question, Geto found himself coming up short. “You’ve been annoying me for the last five minutes… because you want to tell me a fantasy that popped into your head?”

Gojo nodded at that, giving the man’s shoulder a little shake. “Yes! Because it involves you!”

Geto felt his face instantly flush at that, his eyes widening as he realized that he was now even more uncertain about what this fantasy could entail.

“Oh? I think that blush is more than enough of a sign that you want to know,” Gojo teased, ducking just that bit closer so that his lips barely touched Suguru’s ear.

“W-what are you going on about?” Geto asked, his throat feeling tight as he tried to hide the shake in his voice, uncertain where this particular train of thought was going and where they both might end up.

“It’s something I’ve been craving all day… something that has been on my mind since I saw that frown on your face this morning on the train. The one that’s followed you all day from class to class,” Gojo whispered softly against him, making Geto shiver. “My fantasy… is wanting to see you smile.”

Geto gave a little huff at that, shaking his head, but still feeling uneasy somehow. “That fantasy has an easy answer then. Stop bothering me-HEE!” The unbidden shriek that escaped Geto was something even he could’ve never imagined. Nor could the poor flock of birds that had been resting in a nearby tree as they all took flight after that chaotic noise. Of course this was no thanks to the white-haired devil's hand that had snuck down to scribble against his lower ribs, even as his other arm stayed wrapped tight around him to keep him from running.

Gojo was more than amused at the events unfolding before him. His eyes twinkled brightly even with their already ethereal glow.

“Oh ho? You think that’s the only way, Suuuuguuuruuuu?” he sang lightly, quickly ducking down to nuzzle into the man's neck even as his hand continued to scribble and vibrate against those sensitive lower ribs.

Geto couldn’t suppress a ridiculous snort from escaping him as he tried to bunch up his shoulders to protect his neck. Sadly, his poor book had to be sacrificed to the ground as his hands attempted to latch onto Gojo’s only to find he couldn't get a good hold of him.

“N-no fahahahair!” Geto cried out as he realized that even though he had tried, he had still managed to get caught up in a Gojo trap. Merely of a different and more ticklish kind.

“Of course it’s fair!” Gojo teased as he blew a raspberry under Geto’s ear, making the man screech and kick out his legs, almost sending them both toppling from the bench. “You’ve been a grump and ignoring me all day! Why can’t I have the nice fantasy of making my boyfriend smile?!”

Gojo moved his hand to spider against Geto’s stomach, making the other man’s laughter kick up as he attempted to curl in on himself in defense.

“Nohohot thehehehere! You heheheheathen! Oh gahahahad!” Geto squeaked out through his laughter, his arms coming around to try and protect that weak spot only for his boyfriend to go back to tasing his lower ribs. “WAHahahait! I wahahasn’t ignoring you! I w-wahas! AH! I was stuhuhudying, you dihihihick!”

“You were studying my what?!” Gojo pretended to mishear, chuckling when it made Geto laugh harder.

“Y-You heheheheard mehehehehe! Stahp it! Plehehehase! Truhuhuce!”

In an instant the mini assault stopped and Geto found himself leaning heavily against his partner, residual laughter still escaping him as his heart fluttered in his chest.

“There we go. Fantasy fulfilled,” Gojo cooed, ducking down to press a kiss to Geto’s hair, even as the man tiredly tried to swat him away.

“You… are a menace… and a heathen… of the highest ranking I have ever met,” Geto panted, glancing up to see Gojo narrowing his eyes with a pout.

“What other heathens have you been seeing?” Gojo asked and Geto snorted at the remark before sitting up with a soft smile on his face.

“None that have anything on you,” he promised, leaning in to peck a small kiss to his partner's lips, enjoying the small sigh it elicited from the other man. “Now that you’ve fulfilled your fantasy, does this mean I can read in peace?”

Gojo brought a hand up to gently cup Geto’s cheek, his smile soft and fond.

“No.”

And soon enough the campus was once again filled with the unrestrained laughter of one Geto Suguru and the maniacal cackle of his beloved Gojo.

#tktober #tktober23 #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #i have risen for hallows eve to write one fic #tickle fic #my fic

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infrequent-creator · 6 months

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DAY 22: Tail

((I love young blitz with his braces so cuuute))

#tickle community #tickle #tickle art #tickletober #tktober #alex draws #alex’s art #lee!blitz #lee!blitzo #ler!stolas #ticklish!blitz #ticklish!blitzo #helluva boss #helluva boss tickles #helluva boss tickle #miya&mia's tickletober

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cringemesstickles · 7 months

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Honey Sweet Laughter

(TickleTober Day 16: Unusual Spot)

Summary: Gabriel discovers a new tickle spot on his boyfriend

Pairing: Sabriel

Word Count: 709

A/N: Some Sabriel tickles because they’re adorable

Anyway, ticklish arms are so underrated, goodbye

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One of the first things Gabriel learned about Sam Winchester was that he was incredibly ticklish. Obviously, this would come in handy for a trickster such as himself, and he uses it against his serious boyfriend every chance he gets.

As soon as he learned about Sam’s sensitivity, he quickly found all of his tickle spots.

Or so he thought…

On one lazy evening, the couple was huddled together on the bunkers sofa, enjoying some alone time on a day off.

Gabriel leaned in close and gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek, delighting in the warmth of his presence.

“I told you a rest day was a good idea.” Said the archangel, grabbing the taller man’s hand and giving it a kiss.

Sam giggled and leaned into the touch, melting at the sensation of warm lips on his soft skin.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… for once, you had a good idea.” He teased lightly, earning a theatrical gasp from Gabriel.

“All of my ideas are good ones and I am offended that you seem to think otherwise!”

Sam giggled again, amused by his lover’s theatrics.

To Gabriel, the sound was like a drug, addictive, always leaving him wanting more. It was a sound so sweet, it could give honey a run for it’s money.

Gabriel did always have a sweet tooth.

Overfilled with affection, the archangel brought Sam’s wrist to his lips and started littering the skin with quick, playful kisses, traveling upwards to the delicate skin of his inner elbow.

The sensation sent sparks through Sam’s arm, drawing out a surprised gasp, followed by a storm of titters.

“Gahahabe! T-That tickles!” The hunter lightly tugged at his arm, his stomach filling with butterflies.

Gabriel froze and looked up at his boyfriend’s smiling face, utterly delighted by the reaction.

“Oh? A new tickle spot, you say?” He kept a firm grip on Sam’s wrist and used his other to spider his fingers from the wrist to the crook of the elbow, prompting the muscles to twitch and shake.

Sam let his head fall back against the couch, letting out sounds that could only be described as angelic.

“Just when I thought I had found all your tickle spots~”

Sam’s laughter reached a new pitch when Gabriel started nuzzling the soft skin. He never knew such a light touch could be so ticklish, but as his boyfriend continued to nuzzle, the slight stubble brushing against the inside of his elbow, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness that the sensation brought.

“Aww, does this tickle? Who knew you could be sooo sensitive in such a strange spot~” Cooed Gabriel, switching back to peppering chaste kisses all over his lover’s arm.

Sam couldn’t help but blush, the teasing getting under his ticklish skin and chasing his blood to the surface.

“You’re s-so embahaharrassing!”

Gabriel’s eyes had that flare to them, signaling that he was up to something.

“You think that tickles? How about this!”

Quick as a hare, he sucked in a breath and blew a sharp raspberry right on the sensitive skin, prompting Sam to jerk his arm and squeal.

“GABE, NOHOHOO!” Sam protested through peals of laughter, the blissful smile on his face betraying how he truly felt.

Gabriel could never put into words how he felt about the hunter before him. In his entire celestial life, he had never loved anything as much as he loved Sam.

Deciding he’d tortured his lover enough, the archangel released his arm and pulled away, eyes filled with love for the blushing mess in front of him.

He leaned in and pulled Sam into a warm, gentle kiss, relishing in the way Sam’s giggles felt against his lips.

When they parted, be it reluctantly, they looked at each other with all the love in the universe, content smiles adorning their faces.

“I love you… even when you embarrass the life out of me.”

Gabriel grinned and gave the hunter one last kiss on the nose, admiring the soft chuckle that escaped Sam’s lips.

“Love you too, my big brave hunter.”

They spent the rest of their night cuddling, letting themselves bask in the serenity of the moment.

And if more tickles took place, that’s a secret for just them to share.

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anzynai · 6 months

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Day 28 - Massage

Xingqiu & Chongyun (Genshin Impact)

a/n: guess what?! it’s ANOTHER xingyun fic (i can’t get enough of them) i don’t know which one this is but technically it’s been in my drafts for a long while so i decided to use it for tktober ofc since it fit the theme LOLLL hope u guys enjoy!! this MIGJT be the last prompt being written for tktober.

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For the past few days, something felt off. Xingqiu seemed a bit.. tense whenever he and Chongyun hung out. As dense as Chongyun was, it didn’t take long for him to figure out the reason behind his friend’s behavior. Xingqiu was stressed. And frustrated. It felt as though he just couldn’t relax. No matter how much he tried to hide it, Chongyun had known him for far too long and far too long to see right through his act.

The only issue was that Chongyun had no idea what to do. He didn’t know how to help him. He wasn’t the second son of one of the most important guilds in Liyue, maybe even Teyvat. He couldn’t imagine the pressure and stress that came from that. Though, he was often stressed from his congenital positivity and being an exorcist, so he thought about what Xingqiu had done for him in those situations.

Perhaps he could go out and treat Xingqiu? No, he was sure Xingqiu wouldn’t like that— when they went out, Xingqiu always insisted he pay and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He felt that Xingqiu wouldn’t want him to waste his money, when Xingqiu had so much. Or.. he could buy him a gift. A book? No, that wouldn’t work either. While Xingqiu ranted endlessly about his books, so he had a general idea of what he liked, he couldn’t be sure Xingqiu hadn’t already read it. He grumbled as he pondered longer, until he could come up with an idea.

He went off to Xingqiu’s house, a new feeling of determination taking over him. It was a bit late and the exorcist offhandedly wondered whether he should wait until tomorrow. He decided against it, though, because he knew Xingqiu wouldn’t mind his arrival. He wasn’t able to come by earlier, since Xingqiu had been too busy with his duties, but he knew that Xingqiu would often retire around this time. It was around this time Xingqiu would sneak out to meet up with him.

Xu, who had answered the door, when Chongyun knocked, sighed in reliec. He likely knew that something had been wrong with Xingqiu lately so he let Chongyun in immediately. Chongyun thanked him, walking the familiar path to Xingqiu’s quarters. Often, guests would have to be escorted, but the exorcist supposed that Xu trusted him enough to be alone.

Reaching Xingqiu’s door, Chongyun brought his hand to knock before hesitating. Would it be too awkward to offer him a back massage? Of course, it wouldn’t be able to solve the problem, but it could offer some relief. That had been Chongyun’s original idea, but the closeness.. and the touching could make him feel awkward, even if it was a normal thing.

“No,” he decided, whispering to himself. “If Xingqiu didn’t want it, he would say so.” Xingqiu had always been blunt with. honeybun. He took a deep breath, knocking on the wooden door, once and then twice.

“Yes?” He heard a clearly exhausted, but familiar voice on the other side of the door, muffled. Chongyun didn’t say anything, as he took it as an invite to enter. Wrapping his fingers around the cool handle, he pushed it open, revealing the room which was dark aside from the small lamp on the desk. Apparently, that was not what he was supposed to do as Xingqiu, laying down on the bed, shot up immediately and glared at him.

“I did not give you permiss—“ Xingqiu began, a sharp tilt to his voice. He stopped, his eyes widening and all anger relinquished. He cleared his throat and Chongyun thinks that his face was red, but it was too dark to see. “Oh, Chongyun! I apologize. I wasn’t aware that you had come to visit.”

“Sorry for just coming in.” Chongyun mumbled, observing the other. He looked.. rough, to say the least. Perhaps he had been staring too long when Xingqiu had sent him a questioning gaze and he shook his head, fidgeting with his fingers.

“That is a right reserved for only you.” Xingqiu admitted, seemingly guilty. Chongyun would never admit his heart going crazy in a way he should not for his friend, but remembered what he was here for.

“I just wanted to.. well, would you like a back massage? To help you relax?” Chongyun asked, waiting. The embarrassment slowly settled in when Xingqiu’s face shifted from shocked to an amused smirk.

“Oh? My dear Chongyun is offering to give me a back massage? I thought you exorcised spirits, not.. knots.” Xingqiu teased, cheekily. Chongyun sighed, crossing his arms.

“Please never say that again.”

“Fine, fine. I won’t tease. That’s sweet of you.” Xingqiu smiles.

“So, is that a yes?” Chongyun asked, confused. Xingqiu considered it. A back massage did sound nice…

“Well, then I accept gratefully.” Xingqiu nodded, a soft smile grazing his face. Chongyun patted his hand down on the bed, gesturing him to lie down. Silently, he moved to sit on top of Xingqiu, straddling him. Chongyun began kneading his back, rolling into the skin with his thumbs. A satisfied groan left the other’s lips almost instantly. The exorcist let out a relieved breath, glad to see Xingqiu enjoying it and increased the pressure slightly.

“Hffff…” Suddenly, Xingqiu seemed to tense up and.. was he squirming? The exorcist leaned forward, easing the pressure of his hands, to take a look at Xingqiu’s face. He was surprised to see a crooked smile, as if he was trying to.. suppress something. The other, noticing Chongyun was staring, buried his face in the pillow as the tips of his ears slowly turned red. Chongyun was a bit concerned and almost stopped, until he heard faint giggles.

“Xingqiu?” He asked, wondering what could have sparked that sort of reaction. Why was Xingqiu laughing. All Xingqiu did was let out a hum, as if trying to act casually. “Does this.. hurt?” Chongyun continued his movements, slowly.

Xingqiu didn’t respond and began to shake. Chongyun furrowed his eyebrows. What was going on? Was the pressure too hard? He lessened the pressure but if anything, it just made things worse as Xingqiu jolted, letting out a squeal.

Chongyun removed his hands, immediately, fear coursing though him for a split second, fearing he had hurt his best friend. Then, it finally dawned on him.

“Wait.. Xingqiu, are you ticklish?” Chongyun gasped. It all made sense now! That’s what the strange reactions were! Unluckily for Xingqiu, he seemed to take his question as Chongyun mocking him as he turned his head away, his face blossoming a deep red.

“I— what, no! Chongyun, y-you just startled me, that’s all!” Xingqiu stammered out a response, muffled by the pillow and the fact he was turned away from him. Chongyun was oblivious quite a bit, but anyone could tell he was lying. No one laughed at being startled. And well, Xingqiu only ever stuttered when he was flustered or lying. Or even both.

So, Chongyun knew it was a lie. He honestly was a bit curious, but he decided to let it go and focus at the actual task. Then, he thought about it. Couldn’t tickling help people relax? He recalled a time when Xingqiu did that to him and when it was over, he was feeling floaty and well, much better than he was before.

His face shifted from an innocent and understanding smile to a mischievous grin. He didn’t bother hiding it, since Xingqiu wasn’t looking at him anyway. He put his hands back on Xingqiu’s back, kneading it carefully. Xingqiu jumped, likely shocked that Chongyun decided to keep going, but he seemed to let him continue, as his laughs slowly and awkwardly began to pour out.

Chongyun inched closer to his ribs and sides, finding it adorable how ticklish Xingqiu was. Being on the receiving end the majority of the time, it was easy to forget that Xingqiu was as ticklish as he was, if not more. It felt nice to.. be the one to do it for him for once.

“Eheheheh…” Xingqiu giggled when Chongyun poked at his ribs, no longer under the guise of massaging him. Chongyun beamed. He lightly scratched over the sensitive ridges, delighted in the way Xingqiu’s face slowly became a rosy red.

“Does it feel nice?” Chongyun asked, though he was sure Xingqiu was enjoying it. He was squirming, but he didn’t seem to be telling Chongyun to stop.

Xingqiu didn’t answer, burying his face in the pillow. “Hahaha, C-Chongyun!”

“Yes, Xingqiu?” He answered, quite casually. Xingqiu didn’t respond; he only laughed more as Chongyun scribbles his fingers right under his ribs.

“Y-you cheheheheeky lihihittle…!” Xingqiu cried as Chongyun let out a mock gasp.

“You’re calling me names now?!”

“Shuhuhut uhuhhup!” Xingqiu giggled. Chongyun, which he had just realized, had a different method of tickling that Xingqiu did. While Xingqiu’s were more precise and calculated, his were more.. all over the place. Not that it mattered much. Perhaps it was a good method or perhaps Xingqiu was so ticklish that any method worked. He traced his fingers down his torso. Chongyun testingly squeezed his side with his left hand, excited to see another reaction from Xingqiu.

It was hilarious, really. Seeing Xingqiu flailing so much. He supposed it would be hard to move when he was being straddled and he was laying in his stomach. He knew it from experience. Specifically from the one under him. Really all Xingqiu could do was laugh and Chongyun made sure to savor every second of it.

“Chohohongyuhuhun!” Xingqiu sputtered. So far, all Chongyun had been hearing was giggles. Was there anywhere that would make him go crazy? He turned around quickly so that he was facing Xingqiu’s legs and giving Xingqiu a short break. “W-whahahat are you doing?!”

He sounded panicked. Did this mean that his worse spot really was somewhere on his legs? His thighs? His feet? Chongyun reached his hands down to the backs of the other’s thighs, squeezing it gently, eliciting a squeal from Xingqiu.

“Nohohoho!” Still giggles. So this wasn’t his worse spot. He looked at his feet. Xingqiu was wearing black socks. Chongyun leaned over and ran a finger down his sole. Other than an embarrassed gasp, his reaction wasn’t much different than his thighs.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a glimpse of the back of Xingqiu’s knees when an idea popped into his head. He wasn’t very ticklish there but Xingqiu had tried to tickle him there before. He knew other people were ticklish there, too. So maybe….?

He scribbled the back of Xingqiu’s knee and the sound that left the other’s mouth is something Chongyun knew wouldn’t leave his kind for days. He howled and burst into loud, boisterous laughter, kicking his legs with more desperation than before.

Chongyun smiled, feeling a sense of pride.

“N-nAHAHAHAHA C-CHOHOHONGYUN! N-nohOHOHO…!” Xingqiu squawked, pounding his fists on the bed. Chongyun lightly traced the inner parts of Xingqiu’s knee with a smile of nothing but pure glee.

“This is it! This is your worst spot, isn’t it?” Chongyun asked, already knowing the answer.

Either Xingqiu hadn’t heard him or he had decided not to dignify him with a response because all that had left Xingqiu’s mouth was shrilled laughter.

“PlehEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO MOHORE!” He squealed. Chongyun slid off of Xingqiu, not wanting to cross his boundaries. Xingqiu laid motionless beside him as his laughter slowly died down and all that could be heard was the sound of Xingqiu trying to cat his breath.

“Y-you sure had fun, didn’t you..?” Xingqiu breathed out, sending him a half-hearted glare. Chongyun gave him a nervous smile.

“I did… you’re more ticklish than I thought.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m glad you take enjoyment in my suffering.”

“I doubt you suffered that much.” Xingqiu looked at him, face still red from the tickling, Chongyun assumed.

“What makes you think that?” Xingqiu muttered, agitated.

“You never said stop.” Xingqiu froze like a deer in headlights for just a second before he stuffed his face in the pillow. If Chongyun squinted, he could vaguely see the tips of Xingqiu’s ears going red but he just guessed he was seeing things. “Well?”

“Well what?” Xingqiu’s voice was muffled in the pillow.

“You did enjoy it, didn’t you?” Chongyun asked. Xingqiu turned his head away from him.

“…I didn’t hate it.” Chongyun grinned.

“Then that means my plan worked!”

“Plan?” Xingqiu looked at him. His face had returned a normal color.

“To cheer you up, of course.” Xingqiu paused, expression unreadable before it flashed into something more smug.

“Aw, you were worried about me, weren’t you, dear?” He sent a knowing smile to the exorcist and Chongyun chuckled nervously.

“Well, I— I mean that’s what friends are for, right.”

“Yeah. Thank you, Chongyun.” Xingqiu looked pleased, much better compared to his stressed expression at the beginning of the night. “Now, it’s getting late. Why don’t you stay the night?”

“Alright. Thank you for letting me stay.” Chongyun scooted up to Xingqiu beside the bed. There was a couch in his bedroom that Chongyun had used only twice. It was only when they first became friends, but now it was a habit for them to just sleep together side-by-side, basking in one another’s presence.

Xingqiu switched off the lamp that dimly lit the room, settling down next to the exorcist. It didn’t take much time for Chongyun to fall asleep.

“Thank you.” Xingqiu muttered, before he felt himself doze off as well. He felt much better.

#tickling #tickle fic #jai’s fic #tktober #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #genshin impact #genshin tickling #xingyun #lee!xingqiu #ticklish!xingqiu #ler!chongyun

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xsezzie · 8 months

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Sezzie may or may not be trying out @otomiya-tickles and @ticklygiggles TickleTober…

Sezzie may or may not be just doing a few days because it’s a bit overwhelming so she will try her best…

Sezzie may or may not be enjoying herself with making drabbles for it right now…

Hehe 👀

#tickletober #miya&mia's tickletober #tktober

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thatcheesyler · 2 years

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Unfortunately I will not be participating in writing fics for tktober, but I will definitely still take requests every now and then. I hope you understand that with school and personal things, I won't have the time nor motivation to write a fic everyday. That's all, have a lovely day/night <3

#tktober #fanfics #tickle fics #I'm sorry if I dissapointed you

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heythisismyblogg · 2 years

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Guys send me 31 questions so I can answer one every day in October!

#Tickling #tktober

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ticklygiggles · 7 months

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A very tiny little baby gently held by her very handsome and hot dad 🥺 (and said tiny little baby being mortified in the corner) | Lord baby runs a Romance Fantasy with cash

#lord baby runs a romance fantasy with cash #manhwa recommendation #look at me resding rofan instead of writing tktober prompts #ehe ehe ehe ehe

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amazingmsme · 8 months

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The Moderator and Monster are One in the Same

AN: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope y'all enjoy! Thanks to the lovely anon who prompted this, I hope I did your idea justice! Not nearly enough castlevania love, & I hope to write more in the future! I'm obsessed with the thought of Trevor & Alucard being turned into a blushing, giggly mess. I just need these men to be wrecked carnally. But without further ado, please enjoy Sypha playfully hunting down her boyfriends to bully them!

Sypha had only been gone for a few minutes, maybe an hour tops. When she had left, things were fine! They were all getting along well enough, and she had even caught a glimpse of Trevor's rare smile when Alucard made a crude joke. So sue her if she thought they could be left alone together.

Because apparently they can't.

"Hey guys I'm back- whoa. What happened to you two?" she asked, gesturing back and forth between them. Her chipper tone immediately dropped into something more serious when she saw the way both men sat on opposite sides of the room, glaring daggers at each other.

"Why don't you ask him," Alucard spat, disdain dripping from his voice. Trevor prickled at his words, entire body tensing up.

"Me? You're the one who started it!" he snapped back, pointing at him accusingly.

"Well excuse me for getting defensive after you showed off your vampire trophies," he said, calm as ever, though Sypha could sense the rage boiling beneath his skin.

"I wasn't fucking showing off! I was digging through some old junk, I didn't know what all was in there," Trevor growled.

"Oh so a necklace of fangs is just some old junk to you? A mere trinket to gift children as a birthday gift-"

"Shut up! And for your information, we never saw this kind of stuff as kids! ...Not until we got older," Trevor added quietly, adverting his gaze.

"Right, that's when you'd come of age as real monster hunters. Bet you already had a mount picked out for the first vamp you'd murder."

Sypha was so shocked at the rate the fight had escalated, just from her simple question. She tried to interject, but each time she opened her mouth, she was cut off.

"Well that's a hell of an accusation!"

Alucard scoffed. "I don't hear you denying it."

Trevor blinked, caught off guard by his words. "You really think I'd do that?" Only Sypha caught the tinge of hurt laced in his words.

"Oh I don't know, the Belmonts seem more like a cult to me at this point. Brainwashing a child to do their bidding doesn't seem all that far fetched."

Trevor's hands balled into a fist. "Well fuck you too!" he yelled, taking a few steps closer to Alucard. "I never wanted any of this! You think I liked having that responsibility hanging over my head all my life?"

Alucard smirked. "Very much so, yes."

"Guys, cut it out!" Sypha managed to cut in, but was immediately talked over.

"You know nothing about me, or my family," Trevor said through gritted teeth.

"Oh I know quite a lot, actually. Based on how you fight, I'm honestly a little surprised they managed to kill any vampires. Even if they were twice as skilled as you, it's no wonder they were wiped out."

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Sypha yelled over the heated argument, effectively shutting them up. "Seriously you guys, what the hell has gotten into you? I mean, you were fine when I left! Can we not have just one fucking day where you don't try and kill each other?" she scolded.

"Like I said, he started it," Trevor mumbled.

"That doesn't even matter at his point! You two were finally getting along, then I leave and you get into some stupid argument! You guys are honestly insufferable sometimes," she huffed, fingers running through her short hair. "I mean, would it kill you to be just a little bit nicer?"

"Yes."

"Oh absolutely."

"Oh no, none of that! What you said to each other was really fucked up, so I can only imagine what was said when I was gone." They both looked rather guilty, which told her all she needed to know. She crossed her arms, an unamused look firmly in place. "You're both gonna apologize," she demanded, to which they immediately protested. Sypha shushed them just as quickly.

"I mean it," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. They each mumbled a halfhearted apology, which was good enough for her.

"There, now was that so hard?" she asked, tone lighter. "Come on, I need help carrying a few things," she said, walking back out to their wagon where she'd bought a few supplies and food from the nearby market.

It seemed that even the small task of carrying in groceries turned into a pissing contest between the two where they tried to outdo the other by carrying the most bags in one go. As much as it annoyed her, she had to admit it was pretty funny to watch.

She expected things to simmer back down to normal after her return, but things still felt incredibly tense. The awkward silence stretched on for far to long and was only broken when she spoke up. They were in the kitchen preparing a stew for dinner, and the usual witty and playful banter between the three of them was nowhere to be found. Trevor and Alucard only addressed her specifically, intentionally going out of their way to ignore the other.

As she slid the last of the chopped vegetables into the pot, she came to a realization.

"Are you guys seriously giving each other the silent treatment? I mean, how old are you?"

"My mother taught me if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all," Alucard quipped.

"Oh that's rich coming from you," Trevor snarked back.

"Can you just stop bickering? The fate of the world is at stake and you two are fighting like an old married couple."

"Objection, that would imply that I actually like that pompous dick," Trevor teased. He hummed, looking him up and down. "Though now that you said it, he does look a bit like a house wife," he teased.

Alucard rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, and you look like a filthy slob of a husband," he shot back, falling back into their usual bickering instead of the mean spirited fight form a few hours ago.

Once the stew was ready and they filled their stomachs with warm hearty food, things had calmed down. Though Sypha could still sense Trevor's excessive moodiness and Alucard's quiet brooding. She breathed out a long sigh, grabbing their attention.

"What is it?" Trevor asked, arching a brow.

"I can't take this anymore! You two are supposed to have made up by now but you're still acting like pouting children!" she exclaimed, catching them off guard.

"I'm not pouting."

"Indeed, neither am I."

"Yes you are. But you have got to put aside your differences and contempt for each other if our plan is gonna work. So, I suggest some, team bonding, I guess you could call it."

Alucard let out an annoyed huff as Trevor leaned back in his chair with a loud groan.

"Not this shit again Sypha. Your icebreaker questions are dull and pointless, that we can agree on," he spoke up and Alucard nodded and hummed in agreement.

"No, this is a different kind of bonding. You see, if you spend all day acting like disgruntled children, I see no reason not to treat you as such," she spoke matter of factly and began pacing the floor in front of them. Trevor perked up in his chair, giving her a quizzical look.

"Eh? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

"You two are going to play a game where you're on the same team."

They both scoffed, but she continued. "Whether you like it or not, you're gonna have to start looking out for one another. Clearly you guys need some practice, so I thought I'd give you some incentive."

"What kind of incentive?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we'll be facing all kinds of monsters, so it's only fitting for you to help each other outrun one," she explained.

It was Alucard's turn to sigh. "What kind of monster got inside this time?" he questioned. It wouldn't be the first time a small demon managed to slip in through a broken window or cracked door.

"Oh no, there's no real monster," she was quick to assure.

"Then what "monster" will we be facing?" Trevor asked using air quotes. He took a sip of water, a bored expression on his face.

"Me! I-I mean, the most fearsome beast in all the land," she said, pitching her voice down an octave to try and appear intimidating. Trevor and Alucard locked eyes, a look confusion and amusement shared between them. "A common enemy to both of you I presume," she continued with the theatrics.

"Just get on with it," Trevor insisted.

"I am, sheesh! Keep that up and you'll really be in for it," she teased with a smirk. "Anyways, the rules are simple. You just have to stay out of the clutches of the ruthless tickle monster!" she growled, holding her hands up, fingers curled into claws and wiggling menacingly. Trevor stiffened while Alucard stifled a laugh.

"And that would be you?" he asked skeptically, fangs peaking out behind his smirk.

"Duh. Isn't it obvious?"

"I'm sorry, but you can't expect us to take this seriously," Trevor said, shifting in his seat. She flashed a smile and leaned in across the table he was seated at.

"Oh I'm hoping you don't. It's much more fun when you're already giggling in anticipation," she purred, relishing in the blush that spread beneath his stubble. "All you have to do is avoid getting captured. Should be easy," she said nonchalantly. She prided herself in being able to goad them into doing exactly what she wants.

"But remember! This is about teamwork, so you have to help each other!"

"Yeah, no. We're grown men, we're not playing along with your... silly little games. Right Alucard?" he asked, looking to his right for backup. But he was nowhere to be seen. "Alucard?"

Alucard was already running down the hall.

"Fucking coward," he mumbled, pushing his chair away from the table and stumbling to his feet, racing after him. "Wait for me you prick! We're supposed to stick together!"

Sypha cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted after them, "I'll give you a 15 second head start!" She let out an evil chuckle as she watched them round the corner. "This is gonna be fun." She counted aloud for them to hear before she began stalking slowly down the halls.

Trevor raced down the hall to catch up with Alucard. "Way to leave me behind back there!"

Alucard looked at him out of the corner of his eye and smirked. "Not my fault you wanted to stick around and chat. You really need to learn when it's best to just run. You do know what self preservation is, don't you?" he asked teasingly.

Trevor snorted and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do you ass," he said, softly shoving his shoulder. "I just. Thought she might be bluffing."

Alucard gave him a knowing look. "Oh really? You didn't just want to wait her out until she pounced?"

Their pace had slowed down to a brisk walk, but Trevor came to a halt, nearly tripping over his own feet. "I should offer you up as bait for that," he growled, looking away to hide his blush.

"Hm, can't say I'd mind all that much," he admitted. Trevor nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he turned to look at him. "Oh don't look at me like that. I know you don't really hate it as much as you claim."

Trevor looked at him, mouth agape. "Wha- no I- I do not!" he stumbled over his words, making Alucard chuckle.

"Why so embarrassed?" he taunted, fangs glinting behind his smirk.

"I'm not embarrassed. A-and we need to get a move on, Sypha could creep up on us at any moment," he said, looking over his shoulders nervously.

"If she does, we can easily outrun her. Not that we want to," he boldly claimed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," a new voice spoke up from behind.

"Sypha!" Trevor yelped, whipping around to face her. She was stalking down the hall with a downright evil grin on her face.

"Right, that's our cue to run." Alucard grabbed Trevor's hand and pulled him along as he flew down the hall. Trevor could barely keep up with his inhuman speed.

"What the hell happened to that cocky "I don't care if we get caught and tickled to death" attitude?" Trevor taunted from behind. It was Alucard's turn to blush.

"Hey I didn't say it like that!" he hissed. "But what fun is it without a chase?"

"Oh so you admit it's fun? In that case, might as well offer you up as bait." Alucard had no time to brace himself before Trevor pounced. They grappled for a few seconds as Sypha crept around the corner, ducking back behind it before they saw her. She quietly watched their playful scuffle, chuckling to herself. They needed this, especially after their fight.

Trevor grabbed him from behind, slipping his arms underneath Alucard's own and holding him still. Alucard squirmed around with a giddy smile on his face.

"Trevor you dick, lehehet me go!"

"Wow, laughing already? You really do make the perfect bait," he teased. He let a hand drift down to tease Alucard's waist, tweaking his hip. He yelped, a wobbly smile tugging at his lips.

"S-stohohop, we're supposed toho work together!" he playfully whined.

"We are! Can't remember the last time we got along so well!" Trevor taunted. "Now just laugh nice and loud to draw her out. Then, while she's busy with you, I can sneak up on her and we can turn the tables. How's that for teamwork?" he laid out his perfect plan all while digging his fingers into Alucard's armpits making him scream with laughter.

Sypha decided that was the perfect time to make herself known. "Oh that's a great idea. Except maybe next time, don't lay out your entire plan for the enemy to hear. And also, don't hang your partner out to dry," she said with a smirk. Trevor gasped and dropped Alucard like a sack of potatoes. Luckily he caught himself, standing to his feet and sporting a bright pink blush. Trevor's own cheeks matching the hue.

"Sypha! D-didn't know you were standing there," he said, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"That was your mistake."

They stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. Then, Trevor and Alucard turned on their heels and took off down the hall.

Sypha decided that she had let them run long enough, she didn't want them to be too out of breath, after all, so she muttered a spell and sent a blast of energy in their direction, knocking them off their feet.

"Not fair, magic's totally cheating!" Trevor cried out as he rolled onto his back. He let out a startled yelp when he saw her standing over him.

"I'd argue that using poor Alucard as bait is cheating too," she taunted, squaring down to be at their level and even going as far as to cup Alucard's chin.

He slammed his chin against his neck instinctively, biting his lip to keep his giggles at bay. She noticed and smirked to herself, fluttering her fingers along his jawline. He snorted, the blush on his cheeks growing darker.

"Ihihit's his idehehea! Get hihihim!" he whined. Sypha smirked, dragging Trevor back by his ankle to be even with Alucard.

"Oh don't worry, he has what's coming to him," she taunted in an evil purr. "Don't you Treffy?" she asked, tracing the shell of his ear. He snickered and shook his head frantically.

"Sypha c-cut ihihit out!"

She cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Hm? Who's this Sypha you speak of? I'm the tickle monster! RAAAAH!" she screamed as she lunged forth, scribbling up Alucard's ribs with one hand while squeezing Trevor's sides with the other. They both let out loud, giggly shrieks, curling in on themselves and weakly batting at her hands.

Alucard was trying to roll onto his stomach, but that gave her free access to his back, which she took full advantage of. She scribbled up his spine, eliciting a loud squeal that gave way to helpless laughter. Meanwhile her right hand was busy drilling circles over Trevor's hip. A stream of deep, rumbly giggles flowed freely, only broken up by the occasional snort. He was more focused on shoving his face into the carpet than anything else, only caring about hiding his quickly reddening cheeks.

Sypha threw her head back with a loud, maniacal cackle, fingers flying from spot to spot and sending her friends further into hysterics.

"Aaaw I had no idea you guys were so ticklish! Now I know the perfect way to make sure you two behave," she taunted.

"Ihihi do behehehave!" Alucard insisted the same time Trevor growled, "You better nohohot!"

"Why am I hearing talking when I should be hearing helpless laughter?" she questioned. Alucard giggled nervously, curling in on himself at the threat. Trevor was blushing redder than a cherry and failed miserably at hiding the embarrassed chuckles that poured freely from his mouth.

She slipped her hand under Alucard's shirt and scribbled her long nails against his toned abs. He snorted and tried to push himself away, but she had him sufficiently pinned. Meanwhile she was counting her way up Trevor's ribs, earning a string of creative insults through howling laughter.

"Wow, who knew the vampire and the monster hunter were such ticklish dorks!" she taunted, sporting a wide grin. They responded in unison.

"Ihihi ahaham nohohot!"

"Ohoho fuck ohohohoff!"

"Oh don't be like that! After all, you're so cute when you let yourself laugh," she cooed, reaching down to squeeze Trevor's knees, leaving him kicking and fighting back hysterical laughter. Needless to say, it was a losing battle.

She looked over at Alucard and smirked. "You too Alucard," she purred, skittering up his side, pinching his lower ribs. He shrieked and bubbly giggles followed after.

"Dohohon't patronize mehehe!" he whined, arms flailing around uselessly to try and shove away her prying hands. She tossed her head back with a laugh and walked her fingers up his ribs, drawing out shrill giggles and snorts. She was having fun taking them apart, and she didn't bother hiding it.

"Me? Patronize you? Never," she teased, reaching over to scratch up and down his other side, giving the same treatment to the right side of his ribs. "If anything, I'm complimenting you!" she chirped, crawling her hands up higher until she dove for his underarm. He shrieked and fell victim to shrill hysterics.

"Wehehell quit ihihit!" Alucard giggled, managing to squirm away a few inches.

"Oh no you don't!" she cried as she drug him back by his ankles, which gave Trevor the opportunity to roll away. She easily pulled him back into her clutches, wrapping her arms around both of their waists. Her fingers set to work, digging into pudgy sides and squeezing sensitive hips. Trever doubled in on himself while Alucard twisted side to side, each bursting into loud, carefree cackles.

"Oh you poor, poor things. Far too ticklish for your own good, you didn't possibly think you could actually escape, did you?" she asked tauntingly, scratching just below Alucard's ribcage with her left hand while the right was busy vibrating against Trevor's soft abs. Both men were blushing a rather dark shade of red as their laughter rose in pitch and harmonized. They even started begging in unison.

"Y-you cahahan't dohoho this to mehehe!"

"Syphahaha please! Have mehehercy!"

She smirked as they continued to writhe and shriek beneath her hands. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm afraid your friend has been possessed. She won't be showing you mercy anytime soon," she teased, snorting in amusement at her own silly antics. She really cracked herself up at times.

"Ohoho cohome ohohon!" Trevor half screamed, half whined through his laughter. She looked down at them, taking in their giddy, limp forms draped over her arms and decided they might deserve just a little mercy. She giggled out a sigh, hugging them tighter to her chest. She enjoyed the nervous chuckles that escaped from Trevor's throat as well as the bubbly titters that slipped past Alucard's lips.

She leaned in to plant a kiss on each of their cheeks. "I guess you learned your lesson," she caved, poking their tummies to draw out a few more giggles before letting them go. They were both panting and had to lean against one another for support.

"Remind me what the point was? Other than just giving yourself an excuse to torment us," Alucard deadpanned, but his shy, lopsided smirk remained in place.

"Oh, so you need a refresher already?" she teased, snickering to herself when he helped and clung onto Trevor for protection, not so subtly using him as a human shield.

"N-no, I'm good!"

"Yup! Teamwork makes the dream work, help each other out, yadda yadda yadda," Trevor added for "clarification." Sypha grinned proudly.

"See? My methods are foolproof!" she boasted, throwing her arms around her friends' shoulders. "And don't you guys feel so much better after playing and having a good laugh?"

"Ah, so you did have ulterior motives," Alucard noted.

"You say that like it's a bad thing! You two would've been at each other's throats if it weren't for me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I would think a thank you would be in order."

Trevor scoffed, "Thank you? For that?" he asked incredulously.

"You're welcome Treffy!" she chirped, loving the way the blush returned to his stubbled cheeks.

"Not what I meant," he mumbled under his breath, letting out a disgruntled and embarrassed huff.

"Seriously though. I hope you guys realize how important you can be for each other, and how you need to rely on someone to have your back," she said, tone growing more serious.

"No, I get where you're coming from. Trevor and I can't let our petty squabbles interfere with a real fight," Alucard agreed. "Even if your methods are a little... odd."

She giggled softly and snuggled between them from where they all laid on the floor. "But the main lesson to learn from this, is that you guys aren't so different from each other. And you actually have fun together! At least when you let yourselves, and you aren't worried about centuries worth of family drama," she mildly chastised. They chuckled sheepishly, knowing she had a point.

"Noted. Play nice with each other, or else you'll tickle the shit out of us," Trevor taunted, still not taking the playful threat seriously despite the fact he had been screaming with laughter mere minutes ago.

"Shut up, I'm serious!" she whined, though she found herself giggling at his sassy remark.

"I am too," Trevor said, drawing the attention of both Sypha and Alucard. He cleared his throat, adverting his gaze to the ground. "Truth be told, I don't like fighting with you, Alucard."

Alucard perked up, shifting ever so closer. "No?" he questioned, voice soft.

"No, not really," he confirmed.

Alucard hummed, leaning on his arm for support. "Well that makes two of us." Now it was Trevor's turn to look at him.

"What?"

"I don't like fighting with you either. But, it just felt... normal to do so. Like, I'd be disrespecting my heritage if I was nice to you," he said, opening up for what felt like the first time.

Trevor nodded as he spoke, "Yeah, I get what you mean. I uh, honestly felt the same, now that you mention it."

Sypha looked between them, a happy smile etched onto her features. She reached out to grasp both of their hands. "Aw, isn't this nice?" she cooed, startling them out of their heart to heart. "See how easy it is to just talk to each other instead of screaming-"

"We get it Sypha!" Trevor groaned before giving a reluctant sigh. "I'll hand it to you; you were right this time. But don't just think you can get away with this," he said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

She shrugged and blew him off. "Oh I really don't think I have anything to worry about," she said, snorting in amusement. She was completely oblivious to the way Alucard's own expression matched Trevor's look of mischief.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Alucard spoke up from behind. A chill crawled up her spine at the warning. "After all, we just had a lesson on the importance of teamwork. Isn't that right?"

Sypha gulped and bolted down the hall.

As it would turn out, Trevor and Alucard make a great team.

#trevor belmont #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania #castlevania fic #castlevania tickle fic #ticklish!trevor #ticklish!alucard #prompts #now to start on tktober stuff #jk i already started (barely)

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helloitsghost · 7 months

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Tktober Day 1: Anticipation

Hola I’m doing @august-anon’s tktober now so yeeee

✨ t u m ✨ also just them I’m getting back into sxf and I’m dying at how much I love em😭

See y’all for tmrw🤌

#art #digital art #tickle art #tktober #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #sxf #spy x family #lee!loid #ler!yor #spy x family tickle #augtickletober2023 #loid forger #yor briar #twiyor

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 months

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y’all are the bestest Ty for encouraging me to post October event writings when it’s literally almost February 😭

#planet dumbfuck #tktober

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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Day 24: Spell

Maleficent & Aurora

#20 minutes before midnight EU time YES #no account termination comes between me and my tktober streak #tickletober #tickletober2023 #maleficent #aurora #tickle fic #miya&mia's tickletober #otomiya!writes #tickling #tickle community

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infrequent-creator · 7 months

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DAY 5: Disguise

Dabi saw a little hero dressed up as him for halloweeen & decided to teach him a lesson ~ 😈

((I’ve had this idea forever & I’m glad I finally drew it!))

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Tickle Monster’s Meal

(TickleTober Day 26: Counting)

Summary: Sam is being particularly sassy.

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1,067

A/N: ikik it’s lee!sam again.

I CANT HELP MYSELF HSBDBDHS

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It was a typical day in the men of letters bunker; Sam was at the library table, scrolling through his laptop while Dean sat across from him, flipping through a car magazine.

Sam was in a particularly sassy mood today; dropping sly insults, making snarky remarks, even just rolling his eyes when he thought Dean said something stupid.

At first, Dean didn’t care all that much since Sam was always pretty sassy… but when his little brother made the comment that he did, all hell broke loose.

“Dean, you really need to start listening to good music; this crap is seriously outdated.” Said the younger Winchester, looking up from his laptop and shooting his older brother a smug look.

Dean looked at the younger with a look of disbelief.

“Outdated?! Sam, the classics never expire!” He defended, pointing a finger at his little brother, who only rolled his eyes as he prepared his next snarky comment.

“Well it’s certainly been replaced by newer and better songs.”

Dean switched off the radio and closed his magazine dramatically, giving Sam his full attention.

He knew exactly what Sam wanted.

If Sam wanted to play, they were gonna play.

“Ten, nine, eight,” He began counting down, noting the confusion in Sam’s face.

“What are you- oh no. no, no, no, no, no-” Realization settled in for Sam and he knew exactly what Dean was planning.

Without waiting another moment, he leapt up from his seat and bolted towards the halls, searching for a place to hide.

His heart raced as his brother continued to count down.

“Five, four,”

Shit, shit, shit, he was almost out of time.

Thinking fast, he slipped into the closest room, which happened to be Dean’s.

He carefully closed the door and knelt by the desk, hoping it would suffice.

“Two, one. Prepare for the tickle monster, little brother!” Dean called out, a smirk on his face.

He crept through the bunkers halls like a lion stalking its prey.

Sam tried his best to keep quiet, but the anticipation was making it very difficult.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable, Sammy… and the inevitable involves lots and lots of laughter~” taunted the elder, pausing in between his teases to listen for any giggles.

Meanwhile, Sam could feel those giggles bubbling up, as well as Dean’s fingers skittering all over his tickle spots… his brother was just too damn good at building the anticipation!

“I mean, just imagine it Sammy… my fingers scribbling and scratching all over that ticklish skin of yours. I can practically hear your laughter!”

Sam could hear Dean’s footsteps getting closer and closer and he just couldn’t hold it in anymore; a giggle slipped from his lips and he instantly became aware of how screwed he was; when the footsteps stopped is when it REALLY kicked in how screwed he was.

“Oh, Sammy~ I know you’re in there…” Dean teased, opening the door to his room.

Sam shot up and tried to maneuver around his older brother, but to no use.

Dean caught him around the waist and pushed him on the bed, instantly wriggling his fingers up and down Sam’s sides.

“DEHEHEAN, NOO- I’M SOHOHORRY!” The taller hunter squealed, squirming under the electric sensations caused by his skilled older brother.

The elder grinned, taking in the clear joy on his little brother’s face. He knew his brother more than anyone and he could tell that Sam was enjoying every second of this.

“Too late! You’ve unleashed the tickle monster with all your sass, and he’s hungry!” He skittered nimble fingers up to the ribs, lightening the touch to add more suspense.

“You know, the tickle monster is inquiring about your ribs… wants to make sure you have them all before he… digs in!”

He let his claw shaped hands vibrate against the bones, earning a shrill shriek from Sam, his loud happy laughter filling the room.

“DEHEHEE, NOO! DON’T YOU D-DAHAHARE!!” He flushed bright red, looking at his brother with sparkling eyes filled with excitement, getting a low chuckle from said brother.

“Sorry, Sam… the tickle monster likes to make sure his meal has all the ingredients he requires. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just count your ribs and make sure they’re all there~”

Without waiting for a response, he started counting, massaging the sensitive bone.

“One… two… three- hey! You made me lose count with all that giggling! Now I have to start over…” Taunted Dean, huffing with feigned irritation, relishing the way Sam’s eyes widened with terror.

“NOO!! I HAVE TWENTY FOHOHOUR!! ALL HUMANS DOHOHO!!” Sam guffawed, though he couldn’t science his way out of this situation; not that he really wanted to…

“I’ve just gotta be sure, Sam! What if you lost one?! The tickle monster needs his meal in one piece!” Dean exclaimed, grinning wickedly.

“Now, let’s try this again… one, two, three, fourrr…” He scratched his index finger into the fourth rib, sending shocks of tickles through Sam’s nervous system.

“NAHAHAH- DEHEHEAN!!! I WONT BE SAHAHA- SASSY ANYMOHOHORE!!” Pleaded the younger Winchester, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Dean felt his heart melt at the sight of his little brother so happy.

He’ll wrap it up soon, but first, he wanted to do one last thing.

“You know what, Sam? The tickle monster is on a schedule today, so lucky for you, he’ll take what he can get and he’ll just eat it now!”

With that explanation, he rolled Sam’s shirt up to reveal his bare skin and without any hesitation, leaned down and blew a loud raspberry against the ticklish ribs, eliciting a snort and a squeal.

“EEK- DEHEHEE!! NOT THAHAHAT!!”

His thrashing had doubled, twisting side to side in desperation as his brother blew raspberry after raspberry on his ticklish skin.

His cheeks were rosy and sore from smiling, but he felt so undeniably happy.

When Sam’s laughter went silent, Dean pulled away and let out a laugh of his own, rolling off of Sam and letting him calm down.

“Mahahan… I always forget how ticklish you are, Sam.” He laughed, affectionately ruffling his brother’s hair.

Sam smiled up at his big brother, a smile of contentment.

“How did you knohohow? That that’s what I wanted?..” he asked shyly, averting his gaze.

Dean only smiled.

“Big brothers know everything about their little brothers…”

It was a simple explanation, but one that sam accepted.

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