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The lovely devs over at @twoandahalfstudios were kind enough to send me the art of the outfit I got to design for Casper as a KS backer! It came out perfect, I'm so happy I got to support them.

I'm forever thankful I got to be a part of my favorite game (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) If anyone ever draws fanart of him wearing this please feel free to tag me cause I'd love to see it <3

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Oooohh I've read about an event! Are you still accepting requests?

I'd like to request a drabble with lee Nico Di Angelo and ler Will Solace (from Percy Jackson) with ribs for the spot

I wish you a good day, and congrats!

Asdghjkl my babiesssss! Thank you so much for requesting these two 😭🙏♥️

100 Followers 3 Sentence Drabble Event

(Not my art)

When most people think of Will, they think of the gentle, caring son of Apollo who has saved countless lives. Not Nico. Well, at least not today. Right now, Will was the scariest thing Nico's ever seen, and that was saying something considering his time in Tartarus. At this moment, Will had Nico backed against a wall, the blonde's fingers up and wiggling.

"Nico..." The son of Apollo's eyes glinted with an unrecognizable emotion as he approached Nico. "I told you no more shadow travelling..." "Will- Listen- it was an emergen- NOhoHoAhaha yOhou jEHerk-" Before Nico could finish his excuse, ten fingers attached themselves to his upper ribs, drilling into them with frightening precision. Nico's face contorted into a grin as boyish laughter spilled from his mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk- This is what happens when you go against the doctor's orders~ C'mon, laugh for me Neeks," Will smiled along with Nico as his fingers pressed and wiggled on the son of Hades' highest ribs, just below his underarms. "Did you know that there's some dense nerve bundles right here? It's very useful for treating rebellious patients." Nico couldn't respond to Will's little comment. He was too busy screeching and howling with laughter. Maybe he really shouldn't have shadow travelled...

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OOOH OKAY

how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)

drabble prompts!! // thank you for the request!! xo 67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."

Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.

Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.

Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.

Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.

Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.

"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.

Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.

And the rest was history.

He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.

Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.

So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.

It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.

Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.

"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.

"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.

It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.

"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.

"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"

Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."

She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.

So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.

Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.

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i love tickling its so great do yall know what tickling is let's talk about it

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reblog if you want (SFW, and ONLY SFW) t-word community friends

trying to find new friends so im not as alone on this site

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serendipity

yes it’s a laufey reference im unoriginal

warning: tickle fic

pairing: solangelo

“Nico..?”

Nico gasped awake at the small voice, immediately pulling himself up and grabbing at whoever was in front of him. the figure, who he couldn't quite make out yet, yelped and was shoved forward.

“Neeks! it's me, it's just me,” Will winced at the grasp on his wrists, tensing up. Nico immediately let go at the familiar voice of his partner, blinking awake and sighing. “Sorry. Sorry, I just..” he trailed off, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Will gave him a small, lopsided smile as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m fine. I promise. I was just.. on my way back from the infirmary, thought I’d check in. ..You're asleep really early, by the way, the sun has just set. But, that's besides the point. You were upset.”

“Bad dream.” The other murmured, shrugging and sitting up fully after his tired brain processed what happened. “..Dreams, actually. Bad dreams. Hence the.. um, grabbing.”

“..Oh.” Will said bluntly, immediately reaching to press a hand on top of his boyfriends. “I kind of figured. You were kinda.. fussing?”

“I'm not three, but yes.” Nico scoffed, earning a warm chuckle from Will. “Right. Of course. But, still. Can I help? ..Do you want help?”

“..I mean,” Nico shrugged, squeezing the son of Apollo's hand. “What's done is done right? There.. isn't much you can do to fix it.”

“Sure I can. I'm a medic, it's what we do. C’mere, Neeks, just let me hold you?” He offered with a slight nervous smile.

Nico stares at him for a second, before shrugging again. Gods, he was not good at this whole ‘emotion’ thing.

“I'm taking that as a yes.” Will huffed, shifting more onto the bed before pulling Nico up from under his arms and into his chest instead. “See? It's nice.”

“I never said that it wasn’t. What I will say is that you are a literal human heater.” Nico commented as his hands wrapped around his partner's waist and joined at his back.

“I'm the kid of a sun god. It's kinda a given, Nico.” Will scoffed, “And anyways.. You’re freezing. So, it's kinda perfect, don't you think?”

“..I guess.” Nico mumbled, sinking into the other’s arms. Will frowned from the lack of response, grip tightening a little. “Are you gonna talk about it?” He asked, looking down at the boy in his arms.

“..No.” Nico whispered, not speaking anymore than he had too. “Okay.” Is all Will replied with, a beat of comfortable silence passing before he continued. “Are you gonna act on it, at least? Can’t sit here sulking forever, you need sleep at some point.”

Nico winced slightly at the thought of having to go back to sleep and dream those dreams again, a heavy breath leaving his lips. “..Act? How am I meant to act on this?” he replied, tone a little sarcastic.

“Well, I meant I’d act on it. Distract you, make you feel better?” He offered.

Nico shrugged, again, not offering any other input. “Do what you want.”

Will scoffed, “Do what I want? That's dangerous, Nico. And unhelpful. But fine, if you insist, I’ll do what I want..”

The stupid love-filled look on Will’s face was enough to make Nico smile, but his boyfriend seemed to have other plans to make him grin. Will’s hands moved to rest on the others’ sides, gently rubbing up and down.

He immediately tensed to the touch, teeth biting down on his lip. “Wait- wait, wait, I’m..”

“You’re what?” Will grinned, tilting his head down at him. “What am I waiting for?”

“..I..” he sighed, squirming a little when the hands on him started to move again. “This is dumb. And, childish, and..”

“Well, we aren’t adults. We’re allowed to be childish.” Will pointed out in a matter of fact tone, as if we were completely unaware how Nico was melting under his hands.

Nico couldn’t bring himself to answer that, half because of how stupidly right he was and half from the hands that were slowly dragging up his ribs. He let out a breathless chuckle, which was more than enough in his humble opinion.

“There we go, just relax.” Will cooed in a way that made Nico want to crawl to the underworld and hide until the end of time (which was probably a little dramatic, but it seemed to be a pretty good substitute in the moment), his hands gently skittering across the bones there.

On instinct, Nico’s arms drawed back sharply to try and protect the skin and shove his boyfriends hands away. Will simply laughed, simply moving down and squeezing his hips instead making him jerk forwards into him with a yelp.

“Asshole,” Nico whispered breathlessly, trying to hold his laugh back as much as he could manage.

“Hey!” Will huffed, fingers gently spidering the skin of his hips and sides only enough to keep him giggling. “I said relax. Doctors order, because the gods know you need to.”

“You're not even a dohoho- a doctor.” The son of hades insisted, even though his attempt at teasing was laced with breathy soft giggles that were so horrifically out of character for him.

“Well, I'm the best you’ll get at this camp, so, what I say goes.” Will rolled his eyes fondly, not taking his eyes off the boy as his fingertips moved between their body’s to get at his stomach.

Nico immediately folded forward, giggling uncharacteristically sweetly which eventually edged into a quiet laugh. “Nono- no!” He managed out, head thumping to rest on Will’s shoulder and his hands shooting to swat at the others’.

“No? Why no?” Will replied with a fake pout, “is it too bad here? Huh neeks? Too ticklish on this spot?” He grinned, but still softened his touch.

“Shut. Up!” He groaned, body jolting a little at the touch. He could feel how hot his face was, and judging from how smug his boyfriend was being, he probably could too.

Eventually, Will let up and instead rubbed the skin he’d previously attacked, trying to ease the tingling a little. “I’m sorry,” he said eventually, but the tone in his voice heavily suggested otherwise. “But you feel lighter right?”

“..I..” Nico’s voice gave out with a soft noise of debate, fully melted onto the other’s shoulder at this point. “..yeah.”

“Yeah?” Will repeated hopefully, a little relieved. “Good. Seriously, I’m glad.”

Nico hummed, a soft yawn leaving his lips. He was practically laying on Will, and that’s a position he wouldn’t dare to be seen in with anyone else, and honestly? Will felt honored to be that special.

“..So, I’m assuming I’m sleeping here tonight?”

“Well, you aren’t leaving.”

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I tried to figure out how to draw Sirius...

Because Harry really needs some kind of father figure in his life and I wanted to draw something with him and his godfather :'> *tries to ignore canon events*

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Lemme be honest, Percy Jackson is a book series I read and enjoyed as a kid, but I was totally not expecting these boys Nico and Will! And it's real! Omg I just read the new book, Sun and Star, and they really tickled my fancy!

Btw... I am not enlightened about hero's of olmypus since I don't remember much apart from the basic story line. Sooo, I will write about these boys more since I know them better. Btw I'm gonna be a lee!nico main! Ler!Will is the best! Sunshine needs to shed more light on him.

And the one I'm writing now is not entirely a tickle fic, because I want some more cuteness and love from them, so... there will be only a minor tickle scene. If that's not enough, I'll write a better and intensely cute one! Heeeheee

Warning spoilers alert

Need you by my side.

Ps. You can't tell me this gif is not relatable!

Camp half blood was much quieter around this time. Will rested by the stretchers after most of the patients are well taken care of. He was ready to close down the infirmary when he noticed a familiar presence by the Apollo cabin.

"Nico?"

This made the son of Hades step out and push his hands down his pockets giving a head gesture "Yo,"

As calm and reserved as ever, so intense. Will thought with a smile, but he really wished Nico could open up more than the rest. He just got used to socializing, but its kinda hard to get him to interact with others willingly.

He would do it for Will. Indirectly, he had that look ever since. Plus, he would swing by the infirmary to check on Will, showing his love more endearing for Will.

"Are you here to see me?" Will asked teasingly.

Nico looked away with a frown "Well, no... just bored,"

"I thought you enjoyed your self-solitary confinement," raising an eyebrow, Will watched Nico shift from one foot to another by holding the expression of seriousness. "Yeah, can't I roam around these lands?" He added "I need to get out of there at least once"

Sighing, Will reached to grab his shoulders and slide his arms over his neck to embrace him. "Just simply say you missed me"

Almost. Will saw a faint blush, but it was a split second. He scoffed but didn't push him off, "Yeah, think whatever you want"

"Babe..." he whispered to his ear now, this made Nico stagger back and Will grabbed his elbows now to avoid a sudden tumble on the grass.

There's that blush. Will grinned, now blowing into his ear. "Your ears are red... that was a dead giveaway..."

(A/N: I'm a sucker for sensitive ears - may it be for tickle purposes or any non-tickle purposes)

"Solace..." he gritted his teeth but didn't say anything much as he felt himself melting to the sudden arousal. He had always been weak on the ears, he can't control himself when Will took advantage of this.

They were still outside by the forests, far from the other cabins but close by the infirmary. They could slip away easily without anyone finding out... hopefully.

"W-wait..." Nico gasped suddenly leaning against the tree as he felt Will push himself to bite his ear, which made him moan a wavery and high vibrato.

"Nico that's adorable" he whispered.

"Ngh! S-shut up" hi gripped Will's jacket to push him and pull him... he was torn with both desires.

Will felt him warmer now, his own face slightly flushed with excitement. He watched the beautiful face of the Ghost King turn to something cute and stimulative.

"Can't... sorry," he nipped his collarbone, making Nico give a weak cry of protest, "I missed this... so much Nico"

He decides to back off before giving a long kiss to his tender lips. Nico widened his eyes. Those pitch-black eyes were brighter like a confused kitten. Will didn't stop his fingers from holding Nico's shoulders. He could see this was a temptation he wanted desperately for himself as well.

"You had to do that...?" Nico whined, pulling his knees to his chest as he mumbled like a child. Another lovely side that Will loves in him was this childish pout and complains he had. When things don't go his way he would be like this.

"Come on... you look like a puppy that needed attention"

"Is that so?" His tone shifts to a smirk. Will didn't see this coming. He felt a sudden weight on his chest as he watched Nico kiss him more vigorously, now pinning his own wrists. Too surprised by the attack, he gasped. "W-wait!"

"Your turn..."

Will liked it rough, he smiled fondly but then again, they might go too far as to getting caught. He should stop nico from getting too far.

There is only one way to stop him.

"Ack! Will!" He yelped now, stumbling away from his boyfriend."Dohont do that!"

Will snuck a few fingers clawing at his ribs. He resorted to immature measures in order to tame Nico's wild vengeance. It's effective even for someone like him.

"I'm sorry, but is the big bag son of hades a bit ticklish?" Will giggled when Nico tried to escape the playful nimble fingers of his. Chuckling more at that, he grabbed Nico's wrist and in one hand to his chest while the other hand snuck to his hips, pinching them rapidly. This drove Nico wild, "Yohohou moron! I'll sehehend you creatures ohohof -gahaha nohoho more -aahha ihihihi wihihill make suhuhuhure thehehehey eheheheat your brahahahain!"

Clicking his tongue, he poked his stomach. "That's so adorable. You should stop watching dead rising though," he grinned, now wiggling his fingers. "I can't help but want to tickle you more for that stunt you pulled ..."

"SOHOHORRY!" He yellled when Will hit a particular sensitive spot. He snuggled his lips to the side of his neck bringing tickly kisses which made Nico arouse and giggle at the same time.

"Alright, alright... we gotta stop. Let's continue on bed"

"Y-yohou mean thahat?"

Will watched the keeness in his eyes, then smugly pointed out "Oh, don't you like my seduction? That's fine, I can tickle you instead?"

"Stop, you know what I meant." Nico gave a soft smile without any forced attempt. Will felt his heart begin palpitation at that. He gave one last kiss on Nico's pale cheek before dragging him away, "I know, Nico..."

"I need you by my side," Will said unexpectedly, then Nico widened his eyes by this confession. He chuckles playfully. "That reaction was priceless... I gotta take a photo of that someday"

"Bastard, what am I a cat...?" he chuckled in a low voice but then looked up at the blond who was glimmering light to his life. Before that, he blushed as he said, "I love you, sushine, so i need you by my side too"

"I love you too, my grumpy ball of darkness"

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OOOH OKAY

how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)

drabble prompts!! // thank you for the request!! xo 67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."

Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.

Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.

Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.

Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.

Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.

"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.

Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.

And the rest was history.

He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.

Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.

So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.

It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.

Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.

"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.

"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.

It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.

"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.

"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"

Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."

She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.

So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.

Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.

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from the rwrb bloopers 💓

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Kept Promises (Alex/Henry)

Summary: Henry mentions some things he'd like to do to Alex next time they see each other. Alex holds him to it. (For Tickletober Day #1, "Anticipation". Enjoy!!!)

With each explicit, teasing email, Alex found himself counting down the seconds until he would see Henry again. When they’re face-to-face, Alex is usually the one making Henry blush, but the prince has quite a way with written words, and Alex feels like a fool as he pulls a pillow over his flushed face, grinning.

‘Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you never fight it when I tickle you,’ Henry had written.

‘You must be too distracted by my dazzling smile,’ Alex replied, trying to deflect rather than deny.

He could practically hear the low tone in which Henry would have spoken the next reply. ‘While your smile is definitely dazzling, the reactions your body has to my touch are just as enticing. I notice every twitch of your muscles, every buck of your hips, every hitch in your laughter. And yet, I’ve never felt you wish for it to stop. I’ll prove it next time I see you.’

So, he’d answered: ‘Promise?’ with a wink face/ Alex hadn’t gotten much sleep after replying with that, his heart racing. Sassy replies from him are nothing new, but him feeling flustered by his own boldness is certainly a foreign feeling.

So, obviously, he gets on the next flight to London that he can, like a fool, and now he’s standing in Henry’s room, anticipation bubbling like champagne in his veins. The prince knows it, too, with that damned smile, smug and all-knowing. It makes Alex feel vulnerable, exposed. Not in a bad way, though. It makes him feel seen rather than stared at. If that makes any sense, which Alex assumes it doesn’t. But whatever. His brain is much too preoccupied to make any coherent thoughts.

“I wasn’t aware we had scheduled a visit,” Henry says.

“We didn’t,” Alex replies. “I missed you.”

Henry’s mischievous expression softens, leaning in to press their lips together softly. “I missed you too. I assume the emails were proof enough of that.”

They both chuckle. It’s amazing, really, how they can both be so shy about this, even after all this time. Henry still blushes when Alex calls him baby; Alex still can’t meet Henry’s eye after a particularly teasy statement. Everything still feels new and exciting and oh, so fucking flustering.

“Are you here to help me fulfill my promise?” Henry asks, breaking the silence.

Alex feels heat rise in his face, grateful that his complexion as well as the dim lighting may be hiding it. But Henry is so close to his face, he’s sure he can feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

“Maybe,” he replies. He isn’t sure if stubbornness or embarrassment is what keeps him from answering honestly. It feels like a mixture of both.

Henry takes his time, though. Leads him back onto the bed, makes a whole show of unbuttoning Alex’s shirt for him, delicate and way too fucking slow, and Alex feels goosebumps rising on his chest, his belly, as the cool air touches his skin, as Henry’s fingers barely ghosting the tan flesh.

“Impatient, are you?” Henry smirks as Alex begins to twitch.

“You’re too methodical with everything. Why does undressing me have to be a whole ordeal? You’ve never minded ripping my clothes off before,” Alex says, tone laced with annoyance that is so fake, not even the tabloids would buy it, let alone someone who knows him so well.

“Maybe I like making you squirm,” Henry replies.

Alex mutters something that sounds like, “There are better ways to make me do that,” beneath his breath, but is quickly cut off by the sound of his own surprised laugh, as Henry’s hands finally find his sides and squeeze.

“You were saying?”

He just shakes his head, giggling too much to reply. Normally, it would take much more to make him react like this, but all the teasing, the anticipation, had really gotten to him. It makes every touch tickle more, like Henry’s unlocked some secret cheat code. It certainly feels like cheating, as Alex practically shouts when Henry moves up to his ribs.

“Go ahead. Ask me to stop,” Henry says.

Alex doesn’t say a thing. He just tips his head back and laughs.

In the end, Henry keeps his promise, and proves his point.

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um hi

i'm so awkward idk what to write

hi i'm ilo 😭 he/him n 15. i'm a boy?? idk LMAO but im very 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 so don't be scared

but yeah this is a tickle blog (embarrassing ik) but it's sfw and i'm not trying to be weird?? but yeah i write

request if u want but there's a verrry 50/50 chance i will write it because im just getting back into it

fandoms:

percy jackson (tv series + tsats)

red white & royal blue

our life (beginnings and always) (I LOVE COVE)

a date with death

spiderman: into & across the spiderverse

the marauders (i don't know most of the lore but it’s ok since yall r delusional anyways)

assignment due: project blue

i'll prob think of more but yeah😭 but anyways um. bye dms r always open