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A fun little spar

( a KaeLuc oneshot )

Kaeya shows up at the dawn winery unexpected. Offering for a friendly battle to make time fly. Though Diluc shouldve known that Kaeya would bring up past weaknesses.

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My very first fanfic! I tried to proofread as best as possible, but its 2 am, and my first fic. Nonetheless please enjoy!!

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Pinned to the ground with his arms trapped in place, Diluc Ragnvindr could barely recall how he had gotten himself into this situation.

Those hungry blue eyes staring down at him with that shit eating grin that the Calvary knight captain always bore. That look alone nearly sent shivers down Diluc’s spine, yet he kept his calm composure.

Starting to internally regret the acception of a friendly duel that day.

Maybe about twenty minutes to half an hour earlier, Diluc had ran face to face with one of the knights of favonius. Be it his former sworn brother of course. Though what was surprising was that Kaeya had actually shown up at his door. Even with that typical expression, Kaeya’s gaze seemed wandering. Diluc’s blood always tended to boil whenever he saw the taller male, despite their past, and everything they went through. Diluc still longed for Kaeya’s presence, just on a low volume. He kept the vase the knight had given him, yet Kaeya seemed to think otherwise. It was almost amusing since the other seemed so butt hurt over it.

“What do /you/ want?”

The shorter male questioned, crimson gaze as cold as ice, despite being a pyro user. The glare earned Diluc a chuckle from Kaeya in response. The knight giving a simple smile after regaining his composure.

“I have the day off, Sir Diluc.~ And before you call me out for ‘slacking’ again.. No. I am not. Commissions today genuinely were short in stock. So I figured perhaps we could do something.”

Kaeya stated simply, smirking from Diluc’s furrowed brows in reaction.

“Why would I ever want to tag along in some game of yours? Despite how we may converse naturally upon the safety status of Mondstat, i’d like to have nothing more to do with you.”

The redheads words always stung, just in the slightest. Kaeya forced himself to grow accustomed to Diluc’s harsh words. After all, Kaeya did earn them quite often. Teasing the shorter male into frustration was always so amusing, Diluc’s temper sure had grown short along the years.

“I was thinking we could have a little spar?~ A sword fight if you will.. Besides.. we haven’t had one since ‘that very day’ now have we?”

Now this really seemed to catch Diluc’s attention. After they had parted all those years ago, Kaeya had acquired his cryo vision after they had begun with their fight. He could recall how powerful it felt against his own flames, and he knew how strong Kaeya was already, if we’re talking physical strength though.. Diluc was sure he held the upper hand. The taller male had unfortunately won that day, yet despite that, Kaeya was always in second place. He had only become the calvary knight captain after Diluc had revoked his status and left Mondstat after all. Nonetheless, a rematch sounded more than exciting, now that they were both stronger than before. Plus.. it meant further time to spend with Kaeya, and make it seem less suspicious of how he felt.

“Fine.. just one match.”

And thats how he had gotten into this position. Kaeya had known far too many weaknesses of Diluc’s that nobody else had.

Heading to their old training area as kids, they had begun their battle. Summoning their swords, Diluc had eventually lunged towards the taller male. His type of attack typically straight forward and head on, especially when it came to Kaeya. Though the knight was more of a thinker, and waited for his enemies attacks. Both of these tactics also held blank spots, whilst Kaeya tried to determine, Diluc would rush forward. Each fiery sword slash blocked by an icy one. They swore to ‘play fair’ and fight by their old rules. But Diluc was quick to notice that this wasn’t exactly the case of ‘fair game’. Holding his claymore close to Kaeya’s neck, the redhead kept his stoic demeanor, silently thinking he had won this ‘playful spar’. Yet the sudden tingly feeling against his side sent the pyro user into a sudden jolt of shock. This action completely catching him off guard, a new opening now giving Kaeya enough time to lunge forward and thrust a cold palm of ice against Diluc’s abdomen. Earning a gasp in response, and quick timing to knock the shorter male backwards onto the ground. One weakness of his was part of the sudden cold, the cryo vision easily sending shock through his nerves that nearly made the redhead see stars.

In a matter of seconds he could feel Kaeya drop down on top of him, pinning Diluc’s arms above his head, and beginning to lock them in place within a swarm of ice. Thankfully Diluc’s sleeves were in the way to protect the skin.

“Ohh, Diluc..~ I thought you would outgrow such a childish thing.. wouldn’t you?”

Kaeya questioned, his tone as smooth as silk as he stared almost menacingly down towards Diluc’s shocked expression. It was a quick second, so fast that he almost didn’t notice it himself. The ticklish feeling at his side just mere moments ago. Its been years ever since someone had tried that, and it had always been Kaeya. The blue haired male nearly seemed to have a fascination with making the redhead laugh when they were younger. But back then, the playful fighting wasn’t like as it was now.

Right.. he was a pyro user.. he could get out of this!-

“Now, now.. wouldn’t want my fun to end so soon..”

The knight above him hummed as he’d notice the sparking flames. Giving a quick squeeze to the shorter ones sides, earning a sudden jolt and forced gasp in response. Diluc’s face adoring a light pink color that Kaeya couldn’t help laughing at. How adorable..

“Get the fuck off me, Kaeya..”

The redhead practically growled out with anger as the blue haired male continued with his amused snickers.

“My apologies, Sir Diluc.~ But I haven’t seen you blush in years.. let alone give such a thrilling reaction. Now tell me.. Surely you’re not still ticklish are you? Because to me it sure seems like it..~”

Kaeya’s words practically rolled off his tongue within a purr whilst slender fingers began trailing up along the redheads sides, and to his armpits. Diluc struggled to hide back his expression’s, while his stiff body trembled in response, clearly not used to the feeling. His red eyes practically widened before a choked back yelp had escaped the bartender, Kaeya now dug his fingers into the clothed pits, just momentarily. The shine of mischief within the knight’s eyes practically beamed in response.

“Kaeya...drop it...”

Diluc tried to warn, though they both knew he was in no position to make orders.

“Oho?~ Ordering me around now, are you? Well i’m the captain of the knights now, Sir Diluc. And I particularly don’t believe that i’d have to suck up to you like Master Jean. You’re simply still my ticklish brother as you were before.~”

Kaeya stated, with Diluc barely having any time to prepare himself as the knight had dug his fingers back into the clothed pits. Scribbling up and down, and focusing on the centers at random moments. Yet Diluc refused to budge, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his fists as he struggled to keep his breath within him. Though Kaeya seemed to enjoy attempting to break Diluc, his fingers easily dancing around the fabric of the sensitive area.

“Hmm.. Maybe I was wrong.. although I think I do remember a spot that’d give me quite the response when you were younger..”

Diluc’s eyes immediately snapped open at that, having been chewing on his tongue to hold back the inevitable giggles that threatened to explode.

“I-I’m serious.. get the hell off me!”

The redhead exclaimed as the taller male began slipping down the others torso. Taking a seat upon Diluc’s thighs now to begin unbuttoning the others shirt just in the slightest. A few undone, easily revealing a small window of the others smooth stomach.

“Oh? Was that a stutter I heard, Sir Diluc? Well if you aren’t ticklish surely this shouldn’t bother you.~”

That cocky bitch.. Diluc clenched his teeth in frustration. Wanting nothing but to wipe that damn smirk from Kaeya’s features. Even through his anger, this little moment reminded him of the warm memories they shared when they were younger. The times when they both were happy, and could easily laugh, and enjoy each others company. He wondered if Kaeya felt the same way, and damn sure he was right.

Seeing the redhead blushing and stuttering in frustration beneath the knight was almost too much. Diluc was as cute as he remembered. Kaeya’s affection was never blunt, always teasing and bugging, giving his former sworn brother gifts and compliments quite often. He even openly felt happy that Diluc had the traveler as a partner, that meant the redhead would finally be more safe out in battle. Though Diluc’s reaction to that obviously wasn’t one of pleasure.

His fingers drew closer and closer to the exposed tummy, with Diluc now struggling to kick Kaeya off.

“Kaeya!—“

He began, just for the blue haired one to cut him off. Slipping his hands beneath Diluc’s shirt and eagerly skittering his fingers all over the smooth skin of the bartenders stomach. Diluc had absolutely no chance, the yelp, the struggle to hide back his hysteria, it was all in vain, and had only come crashing down on him. Bursting into a bout of laughter that nearly caught Kaeya off guard. That’s what he wanted to hear.. that laugh, the precious laughter that was only meant for him.

“Hoho.. So Sir Diluc still is ticklish after all? Such a sensitive tummy you had as a young lad. I’m pleased to see its the same as ever.~”

Kaeya teased, which had Diluc’s face nearly matching his red hair color.

“S-Stop! Stop! Get off now!”

The shorter male exclaimed through hysteria as his legs kicked at the grass beneath them, struggling to break his arms free from the ever so slowly melting ice. The tickling completely distracting his mind from the pyro vision. He couldn’t exactly focus on it with the tingly feeling shooting up his nerves.

“Hmm.. Perhaps.. only if you admit your defeat out loud. Who won this battle yet again? Go on, tell me, Diluc.”

Kaeya practically demanded, simply earning him more time to explore the skin through fingerless gloves. Discovering new scars that hadn’t previously been there before, and a wound that seemed to have been earned recently. Diluc was as reckless as ever.. though he couldn’t exactly comment, as Kaeya had his fair share of battle wounds as well.

The redheaded bartender nearly refused to spit out his words, just until he felt a trailing finger circling his belly button. It was enough to nearly make Diluc lose it.

“O-Okay! Okay!! You win..!! Now get off..! Please!”

Diluc gasped out between each breath, struggling to get his words out through the hysteria that nearly increased in pitch as the tickling continued. Thankfully, Kaeya was true to his words, knowing Diluc wasn’t as used to this sensation as he used to be. His fingers slowly traced to a stop, grinning down towards the blushing redhead that panted heavily in response. Whilst Kaeya had began fixing the bartenders shirt, button after button, and adjusting his coat.

“Hahaha.. I swear I won’t tell anyone about this, if that’s what you’re thinking right now.~ It was merely a fun little spar.. though I cannot wait for round three someday.~”

Kaeya commented with a smirk, now getting up from Diluc’s lap, and helping him from the ice. Thank god for that because his wrists were starting to feel extremely cold beneath the cloth.

Rolling over onto his stomach, Diluc slowly regained his composure as he pushed himself up. Kaeya extending a hand to help the shorter one, smiling genuinely for once as Diluc had accepted it and gotten up to his feet.

“You are absolutely the worst.. please do not ever visit my residence ever again..”

He muttered, turning his head away in embarrassment with crossed arms as Kaeya laughed and pulled the shorter one close.

“Aww, Diluc don’t be angry!~ Perhaps next time you’ll win, yeah? Besides.. it was fun.. well I had fun.~”

Of course he did, Kaeya would always have fun torturing Diluc like that. Though lowkey.. Diluc felt that he had fun as well. Despite nearly being tickled out of his mind, nice memories were brought back, and the feeling of missing Kaeya just grew stronger.

Slowly looking back towards the blue haired male, he gave a small sigh.

“Would you.. like to come in for a drink?”

Diluc questioned, earning a surprised look from Kaeya. Yet it gently softened into one of genuine happiness.

“As long as its not grape juice i’d be delighted.~”

The taller one mused as he’d soon follow in stride beside the famous bartender of Mondstat. Oh how exciting this day had truly become.. maybe Kaeya should show up unexpectedly more often!

[kettysuekix]

Not gonna lie... Genshin impact tickles... Persay.. Kaeya and Diluc tickle fight..? Yes sir 🥳🥳

[kettysuekix]

God I have so many tickle headcanons for Identity V but have no motivation to write... maybe sometime.. just to feed myself. And maybe the other fans that might possibly be here..

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Bruh... Identity V needing tickle content..? I kinda want that bro...

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Eddsworld needs more tickles istg ( Idk if i’ll finish this bc I get scared posting tickles on my art accounts but I also dont wanna put so much time into it and not get love y’know?? )

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So I got REALLY back into South Park and REALLY wanna pull some tickling rps or something...

So i’ll list my rules and ships and whatnot 💛

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1. DM me to RP PLEASE!! Sometimes comment notifications fly right over my head.

2. These characters have to be of high school age or older. No exceptions.

3. Smut is 100% fine but the characters must be 17 or older.

4. Do NOT control my character

5. Literate RP please?? So no *’s or anything like that.

6. NO ONE LINERS

7. Use brackets when talking ooc.

8. No forcing ships on me that I don’t want.

9. Don’t force me to be a character? I usually try to let everyone be a character they want but if you claim a character and say: “Ok you’re so and so.” Then that’s a red flag. Especially if we didn’t discuss a ship or anything.

10. Don’t continuously message me if I haven’t responded in a while.

11. If I don’t respond within a day or 2, message me. I might’ve missed the notification or forgot to press send. Apparently I do that a lot..

12. If we Rp smut please be of age.. 17+

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(( Little side notes ))

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1. Any position is allowed..

2. I prefer to Lee / bottom but I can switch too 💖

3. I have no triggers so go all out my dudes. You’re not gonna bother me.

4. I love other kinks as well during NSFW RPS such as Master x Slave, Bdsm, Pet play, etc...

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( FAVORITE SHIPS )

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1. Kyle x Stan

2. Kyle x Kenny

3. Kyle x Craig

4. Kyle x Tweek

5. Craig x Tweek

6. Craig x Clyde

7. Craig x Thomas

8. Craig x Stan

9. Thomas x Tweek

10. Thomas x Gary

11. Thomas x Gregory

12. Kenny x Butters

13. Gregory x Stan

14. Gregory x Christophe

(( I’ll RP ANY ship if I think it’s cool!! These are just my favorites.. don’t be scared to ask me on another ship!! 💕 ))

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1. Kyle Broflovski

2. Tweek Tweak

3. Thomas

4. Craig tucker

5. Stan marsh

6. Clyde donovan

7. Butters Stotch

8. Gregory

9. Gary

(( Again idc what characters we use.. these are just my favorites specifically ))

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// HEADCANONS!!! //

( These are just for my absolute favorite characters 💕 )

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Kyle: He is extremely sensitive and ticklish, it’s super easy to get him squealing and laughing with a few strokes to his tummy. His most ticklish spots include his Armpits, Tummy, and Thighs. Though he’s not one to stay still and will squirm and probably kick or punch in retaliation.

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Tweek: Even more ticklish than Kyle, Tweek will scream and fall to the floor with just a poke. It’s better to start off with gentle, loving, tickles as to not suddenly scare him. He actually loves light and gentle tickling as it seems to calm him down. His most ticklish spots include his Feet, Sides, and hips.

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Craig: He hates being tickled no matter what, and will definitely throw a punch to get anyone to stop, unless it’s Tweek or Thomas of course. (or whoever he’s shipped with) He’s not extremely ticklish but he has his fair share of tickle spots. Such as his Ribs, knees, and tummy.

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Thomas: He loves being tickled since it gets him laughing and cuts off his involuntary cursing. He rarely struggles against the tickling if its with his partner and will even lay in their lap and let them tickle his tummy to their hearts content. Though he will pretend to hate it and struggle if its with friends to hide the embarrassment. His most ticklish spots include his armpits, feet, and waist.

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Stan: He’s big and strong, therefore he’s extremely embarrassed on how ticklish he is. He never lets anyone tickle him due to this as he felt he’d die from embarrassment. But he’s the biggest Ler like Craig and enjoys using his strength to his advantage and tickle to crap out of his friends or s/o. His most ticklish spots include his ribs, armpits, and knees.

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And that’s it! Ty for reading if anyone has gotten through it all.. I appreciate it and hope you’d like to rp with me! 💕

[kettysuekix]

This... this is what i’m talking about. 👀

The Docler

Hello, it’s me again! Since you liked my last one so much, I decided to make another one! This one takes place after Rainy Days, btw! Hope you like it! (i'msorryi'llstoppesteringyouwithmyficsnow)

     After their one-sided tickle fight, Tweek was always a bit more leery of Craig. Sure, they still cuddled, and he hasn’t been tickled since, but he was still on guard, just in case. But that’s not all that he thought about. Revenge was very tempting. That’s what you were supposed to do in tickle fights, right? Tweek knew that Craig was ticklish, but it was a matter of how. Direct attack would most likely end in hiccups. Tweek was too nervous to ask anyone else about the matter, so he turned to the internet for advice. He discovered something that…he didn’t expect. He was only looking for a different way to get Craig back, but discovered something else…There was a whole community based around it! He read in awe about all the ins and outs of these people. They even had their own slang and terms! People made characters based around the idea, some people wrote stories, others made art, and some simply talked about it. And there were plenty of different ideas. Tweek read on and on, paying close attention to the words used, the methods used, and the tools involved. The idea that people were so obsessed with such a thing surprised him greatly…but it’d be his secret. He didn’t need anybody else to know this information, this was his own info.      Tweek spent the rest of that day grabbing as many tools as possible. He made a list, making sure to take every item he could find. He put them all in a box and hid it in his closet. Now, he needed his own persona. Most people on the internet did, so he wanted one too. He sipped his coffee at his desk, tapping his pencil against his desk.       "Oh, man, why did I do this? So much pressure…“ He muttered, almost regretting his decision. Then he pounded his fist on his desk.      "N-No, Tweek! You can do this!” He thought for a while, deciding to turn back to the tickling community for inspiration. At first, there wasn’t much luck. Some people had no personas, others were just plain animals or mythical creatures, even hybrids, but nothing he could act out. Then, he finally stumbled across some of the human personas. He looked around for a while, until perking up when reading about a certain doctor type character.       "Oh, man, I can do such a great mad scientist impression!“ Tweek smiled softly. He suddenly started cackling to himself, rubbing his hands together.      "HhahahahahahMWAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed in his high pitched voice, his smirk big and evil. He then sat back down on his chair, sketching out a sloppy picture of what he wanted.      "Perfect! Now I just need a lab coat and some fake glasses…“ Tweek hopped down from his chair, dashing out of the door. He wasn’t sure where he was going to get what he wanted, but he’d get it.      Craig walked down the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets. He pulled his phone out, making sure Tweek hadn’t texted back. Apparently, Tweek had gotten something really cool, and was very excited about it. Just the thought made Craig smile. Tweek was always to jittery, it was nice to see his energy was being put to some positive use. Craig knocked on the door, stepping back a few steps. Tweek’s mother opened the door with a smile.      "Hello Craig! Tweek has been really excited about you coming over today.” She said. Craig walked up the stairs, pushing Tweek’s door open.      "Hey Twinkie, i’m here.“ He announced, pushing the door open. The room was dark, oddly enough. He felt around for the light on the wall, cursing to himself. Suddenly, something wrapped around Craig’s mouth. He clawed at the hands, growling curses left and right as they struggled. Finally, something hit the back of his head, and he passed out.      "Ugh…” Craig woke up groggily, his eyes reflexively squinting. A very bright light shown down directly onto his face. Craig tried to cover his face, but his hand was bound to…something. In fact, all of his limbs were, he’d realized. After a few seconds, the light was moved, revealing a figure above him. Craig started to shout, but found that he’d been gagged. This couldn’t be right, Tweek would never do this! He growled, trying to demand where his boyfriend was, when the light was suddenly shown on the figure itself. Sure enough, it was Tweek. But he had these sciency glasses on, along with a small, white labcoat that held random items with pockets that were on the side. What was in the slots, Craig couldn’t see. But Tweek’s face and messy hair was unmistakable. Craig’s eyes widened, with confusion more than anything.       Tweek suddenly pulled out a clipboard, tapping a pen on it.      "Yes, yes…Craig…that’s you, right?“ He scribbled something on the board, smirking.      "Ah, yes…I apologize sir, but we had to take you in for emerganlee assistance, I hope you understand.” He explained, though it only confused Craig even more than before.      "As I see it, you’ve been brought in for an overly sensitive body, correct? You have a record of showing only one, but very severe example of lee behavior, and, as you know, we here must test upon these actions, to have a better understanding.“       Craig knew Tweek was a good actor, but, he was doing an oddly good job. Craig hardly recognized his voice. Tweek was handling his shakiness very well, and talking in a very sophisticated voice. But that didn’t stop him from being nervous, wondering what the hell Tweek even meant. Tweek grabbed something that was in his coat, feeling of it. It was a small, white feather. It looked like something you’d use to make some sort of craft with. But by now, Craig was starting to catch on. He struggled a bit more, trying to apologize to Tweek through his gag to no avail. Tweek pushed Craig’s shirt up, very lightly brushing the feather against Craig’s side. Craig instantly started giggling, pulling desperately at his restraints. Tweek chuckled evilly at Craig’s attempts to get away.      "Aww, what’s this? Mean ole’ Craigy is a little ticklish, is he? Let’s see how tough you are now!” He teased, flipping the feather over to dig into Craig’s belly with the handle part. Craig’s laugh got a little louder from behind the gag, struggling a bit more.      "Coochi coochi coo! Who’s a sweet, wittle, ticklish boy? I think that’s you!“ Tweek cooed. Craig couldn’t even stand to look at Tweek when he teased. It was so embarrassing to hear that from someone other than his family members, and even then it was horrible. Craig tried to look up, but was instantly met with Tweek’s teasing gaze. Tweek scribbled the feather in a few different places around his belly, lightly brushing it back and fourth. This was already too much for Craig to bear. It was like a bug you couldn’t swat away, it was torture! Tweek pressed the hard end of the feather between Craig’s ribs, which drove him mad with laughter, punching and kicking the air for some sort of freedom, to no avail.       Finally, Tweek let up with the feather, tossing it behind him. Craig breathed as heavily as one could with that gag. He narrowed his eyes at Tweek, who still had that smug look on his face.      "Sir, I am happy to announce that I have decided to remove your gag! But, you have to be quiet. Otherwise, the gag goes back on, along with more…harsh punishment.” He chuckled evilly, rubbing his hands together. Craig rolled his eyes but nodded. Tweek carefully untied the cloth from behind Craig’s head.       "Tweek, you dirty-“      "Ah ah! Quiet…” Tweek put a finger to his lips. He took out an electric toothbrush from his coat, turning it on.      "Don’t make me use this!“ Tweek threatened. Craig shut his mouth, and Tweek turned the toothbrush off, setting on his nightstand. He hopped down off the bed, rummaging through his box. He tossed out different feathers, mostly to show off what he had, but then he found what he wanted. In a plastic bag were rings that had extended, sharp nails on the ends. They looked an awful lot like what The Coon used. He took them out and slipped them on, wiggling his fingers in midair.       "Well well, my little guinea pig! Lookie what I get to try out!” Tweek turned, wiggling his fingers to Craig.      "D-Dude, c'mon, I wasn’t this mean to you!“ Craig whispered, a bit scared Tweek might follow up on his promise. Tweek ignored him, running up and leaping onto the bed. Craig grunted as Tweek straddled his waist, waving his claw rings.       "Ready? Remember, no loud noises!” Tweek reminded, and started up his torture again. First, he started at Craig’s armpits, very lightly scratching the skin. Craig did his best to hold in his giggling, but it didn’t do very much good. He chuckled, gritting his teeth.      "Be quiet! No noises!“ Tweek teased, dragging his nails back down to Craig’s ribcage. He scrapped over each rib, spidering them very slowly between each one. This drove Craig INSANE, driving him to uncontrollable laughter.      "Nonono, quiet, Craig!” Craig was trying to keep quiet, he really was. But, now he was getting a little louder, and finally blew it when Tweek reached his bellybutton again. He nearly squealed, which Tweek found very amusing. He laughed for a moment, but it sounded like Tweek, not this crazy doctor person. After he was done with that, he shook his head solemnly.       "I’m afraid we had a deal, Craigy.“ Tweek said, wrapping the gag back around Craig’s mouth. He grabbed the toothbrush and hopped off Craig’s torso, walking down to the foot of the bed. Craig gasped to himself, tugging his ankles desperately for an escape. Tweek grabbed one of his feet, tugging off the shoe, then the sock, tossing them both on the floor. He flicked the toothbrush on, very gently placing it on Craig’s sole. Craig had no chance at that point. He instantly went into hysterics, laughing very loudly through the cloth. He curled his toes, to try and have some form of protection. Tweek pressed the brush harder, causing more laughter to erupt from Craig, but soon heard what sounded like coughing, an unfortunate sign that it was time to stop. Tweek sighed, disappointed he wasn’t able to get as much done as he wanted. But, there would be other appointments, he thought. He walked back up to Craig’s face, which was red and tired.      "Thank you for attending! I am The Docler!” Tweek announced. He grabbed all of his tools from the room and put them back in his box, shoving it into the back of the closet. He turned off his beside lamp, turning the overhead light back on. Craig didn’t even seem to care much once Tweek untied him. He just laid there for a moment, catching his breath. But, then he glared back over at Tweek, his teeth bared. But Tweek just smirked, waving.      "I’m sorry, but nobody’s ever caught the Docler, and DON’T plan to start now. Later!~“ And with that, Tweek ran for his life out of the room.      Craig sat up, glaring. He wasn’t sure how, but he was going to catch Tweek and put him in his ticklish place. He just needed to learn Tweek’s secret…

/////i’m blushing so freakin hard right now oh my goodness

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Tag Teamed

(A/N: Hi! So, uh, feel free to ignore this completely! I know you’re not an SP main and I don’t even know if you accept stuff like this, but, uh… You were the first blog I found when I started looking for SP content, and you totally saved my butt there. Haven’t written in ages, but I was inspired by the fan art you reblogged earlier. Credit to them for the scene! Agh, yeah… Here’s a small thing!)

Kenny’s eyes are half-lidded; mind only partially processing the flashes of color that whiz by the television screen. It’s another racing scene, one of many, but he’s been so disconnected from the plot that he’s got no idea what the race is even about.

Craig is completely enraptured by the show though. His position is lax, resting easy against Kenny’s chest, but every so often Kenny can feel Craig’s shoulders tense up. The soft sound of his breath is put on pause before whatever big reveal is made, an almost inaudible sigh showing Kenny how intensely relieved he actually is.

It may be just a rerun of Red Racer on the TV, but if Craig Tucker is anywhere remotely near a TV at that time, you bet your ass he’ll be watching.

And since Kenny is by some definition linked to that Tucker ass—something he won’t complain about—he’s coming along for the ride.

This has got to be the third episode in a row or something though. And it’s so rare to see Craig in a state so relaxed and downright cuddly. His arms are splayed over Kenny thighs and his head has started to loll against Kenny’s torso. Kenny is super tempted to just shut his eyes entirely, take a quick nap, or maybe get Craig’s attention somehow and make things a little more interesting…

“CRAIG TUCKER!” The screechy shout pierces the air over the sound of a slammed door. Kenny flinches in reflex but Craig’s attention never leaves the screen.

Tweek’s fists are balled at his sides. His teeth are grit tightly together and a direct look from his glare could probably kill a person immediately.

Unfortunately, the pair of them are the next to receive that glare.

“KENNY MCCORMICK!” Comes another just-as-enchanting wail.

Tweek stomps his way into the living room, planting himself firmly between the couple reclining on the floor and the television itself. Kenny wonders for a moment if Craig has some sort of power he’s never shared with them; some x-ray vision that allows him to look right through Tweek to the TV. His gaze hasn’t moved nor lost interest, though then again if Kenny had x-ray vision and was given the sight of a lovely, if not fuming, Tweek, he’d probably be well entertained too.

“You two made a bet over me?!” Tweek’s hands are still clenched, but now they’re placed firmly on his hips as well. Though his words are phrased like a question, it’s pretty obvious that’s not the case. One of his other so called “friends” must’ve snitched on their ‘Who Can Make Tweek Reddest’ competition.

Kenny’s hands go up, a sign of surrender. “Okay, okay.” He’d kind of like Craig to back him up or show any sign that he’s being affected by this at all…but Kenny knows better, so he goes on. “Who told you? Kyle? Stan? The two ton gossip himself?”

A twitch of Tweek’s lips tells Kenny a lot.

One: It was Cartman who told; not a surprise.

Two: his comedy skills are ace and totally helped diffuse the tension.

Three: Tweek isn’t really that upset; he’s just in the heat of the moment and if they let things run their course then everything should be fine.

“Well, I mean could you blame us?” A voice sounds, right beneath Kenny’s chin.

“You look so cute when you blush, how could we not?”

Kenny is shocked into silence. Internally, he’d agree. Even right now, the heat of emotion has Tweek’s skin stained a light pink across his cheeks.

But you don’t just defy Tweek Tweak when he’s on a rampage.

Kenny’s reasoning seems to be proved right in front of him when Tweek’s intensity turns right back to a ten. His eyes squeeze into slits, focused directly on Craig now, though Kenny feels as if the laser focus of Tweek’s gaze is passing right through Craig onto his own chest.

Kenny is usually all for provocation. In fact, it’s typically him that does the provoking. It’s fun getting others a little hot and bothered.

Thought now might not be the best time for that.

But something must’ve gotten into Craig. Even now he’s resting lazily on Kenny, lips fixed in a barely there smirk. And when the pink of Tweek’s flush travels all the way up to his ears, a small huff of air is pushed from Craig’s lips.

Craig just laughed at Tweek.

Holy shit.

Tweek lunges. Kenny would move out of the way, self preservation and all, but he’s got a pile of lanky, blue teenager still sprawled in his lap.

Tweek is kneeling over Craig’s legs, practically nose to nose with the boy between them. In any other situation, Kenny would be happy to be apart of this kind of deal, but it doesn’t look like things will be going his way anytime soon.

“It is not fun being picked on by the two assholes who’re supposed to be nice to you!”

There it is again. A louder huff of air that is basically the equivalent of a full on Craig Tucker laugh if Kenny’s ever heard one.

Holy shit, does he actually want to die?

But when Kenny peeks a glance at Tweek, expecting an expression of total fuming, he’s…confused.

Tweek’s face has lost all traces of anger. Even the pink of a pissed off flush in his face has started to cool down. His brows are furrowed together, as if confused himself and his head is tilted in thought.

His eyes travel from Craig’s face down, with Kenny’s eyes following only a beat behind, stopping on his own hand.

The one pointed at Craig.

The one that had poked into the other’s torso with each emphasized word of his speech.

Everything is still for a moment, and then Tweek jabs his pointed finger right back into Craig’s rib cage.

Craig puffs out another breath, a sound getting cut off in his throat as quickly as it came. His chest jerks away from the touch.

Tweek looks as if he’s still trying to piece things together.

But Kenny, he knows.

He leans forward, draping his arms over Craig’s shoulders. At this angle he can see Craig’s eyes wide open and mouth left slightly agape.

Oh this is too good.

“Craig,” Kenny says, low and slow. His arms, though seemingly loose, press lightly upon Craig’s upper body, a precaution.

He lets out a small laugh of his own, “I didn’t know you were ticklish.”

Tweek seems to get it a second before Kenny can finish voicing his thoughts.

And, well, Tweek has always been more of a doer thank a sayer.

Tweek hands fly down to Craig’s sides, spidering clumsily over the cotton of his shirt. His movements aren’t exactly precise, but he makes up for a lack of skill by being highly motivated. And judging by Craig’s reactions, he’s doing pretty well.

Only the first half of a gasp makes it through Craig’s lips before he seals them shut, pursing them tightly.

That doesn’t stop him from bucking off the floor. Unfortunately, for him anyways, Kenny’s foresight and Tweek’s weight still perched atop his legs hold him steadfast.

Tweek overcomes the learning curve pretty quickly it seems. That or Craig is more hopelessly ticklish than Kenny had thought. It takes only seconds for Craig’s body to become a squirming mess, so much as he can squirm anyways. Tweek’s fingers scribble up and down, up and down, eventually making their way up from the soft curve of Craig’s sides back to the rib cage that triggered the discovery.

Craig has taken to tossing his head back and forth, still desperately trying to keep his mouth shut. And Kenny has to give him that, because the rest of him may be a flailing mess, but he has indeed not let out a full blown laugh.

But damn if Kenny doesn’t want to hear that.

He’s got something pretty great to admire while he waits though.

Craig is tan, a beautiful sun-kissed color that lasts throughout the year; bless his Peruvian blood. He’s also very good at controlling his emotions. As a result Kenny can’t think of one time he’s seen a rosy cheeked Craig Tucker.

Except right now, he’s being heavily exerted, with little air getting through that stubborn mouth of his.

The result is a stunning scarlet glow, painted liberally over his face.

And of course Tweek has to say something when he notices.

“Yeah!” Tweek cheers. His eyes are gleaming with too many emotions to count, but the smile on his face is equal parts delighted and devious. “Look who’s all red-faced now!”

Kenny isn’t sure what finally tips the scale. Maybe Tweek’s teasing remark. Maybe the skittering fingers that move up and under Craig’s trapped arms.

Regardless, they finally, finally get what they’re looking for.

A stream of air, not unlike the ones before, forces its way from Craig’s mouth.

Then, he laughs.

Loud, uncontrollable, and surprisingly more high pitched than his speaking voice; Craig’s bubbling laughter quickly fills the empty air around them.

It’s fucking fantastic to hear, both totally unlike Craig and exactly him at once. It’s also a little boost of energy for Tweek, whose fingers start circling with more purpose under Craig’s arms in response.

Craig’s laughter rings with bright clarity at the jump in sensation. His arms shift slightly beside him, but Kenny has them pinned pretty securely, and he’s not quite ready to let go yet.

Craig has been able to do little more than wriggle and laugh, with the occasional breath, during this whole ordeal. It’s like the functionlity and logicicality that he’s prized so much have short circuited altogether.

Tweek hones in on a spot dead center beneath each arm that has Craig arching his back, an undeniable squeal leaving his mouth.

It is the funniest thing Kenny has seen all day and he loses his shit completely.

It’s the perfect opportunity, and possibly the only opportunity Craig will get, so he tugs sharply and wrenches his right arm out from Kenny’s grip, quickly grabbing ahold of Tweek’s shoulder.

He’s got very little power left in him, nowhere near enough to fight Tweek off (he could barely do that at full strength), but the touch is enough to grab Tweek’s attention and stop the movement of his hands.

“Q-quit it,” Craig gets the words out with minimal giggles, though the fact that he’s giggling is enough to make him more desperate than ever. “Y-you’ve mahade your pohoint.”

There’s a second where Tweek stares at Craig, still red in the face and trying to control his residual giggles, before he cracks up himself.

Craig sighs a loud exhale in relief. Kenny is still losing it behind him, and now Tweek is caught up in his own mirth, his head pillowed on Craig’s shoulder. A tiredness takes Craig’s body as he lets himself sink more comfortably, back into the warmth of Kenny’s chest. One arm tugs Tweek along, not willing to leave him behind despite how he’s tortured him.

Craig’s eyes slide shut as the other two collect themselves, a smile still tugging at his lips.

All things considered, he’s still doesn’t regret a thing.

(Agh, dumb and cheesy. Thanks for humoring me~)

awwwww this is adorable, not dumb at all!! thank you so much for sending me this <3 

(if anyone wants to see the picture this is based on, here it is)

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An Odd Method of Persuation

A/N: Ugh, this has been sitting in my drafts for days! I’ve been so unmotivated lately and I don’t know why. I really hope it doesn’t show in my writing :/

Syn: (Takes place during “Guitar Queer-O”) After being back-stabbed by his best friend and forced to play Guitar Hero in a run down bowling alley, Kyle is rightfully upset. How can Stan convince Kyle that he’s sorry and wants to make it up to him. A re-imagine of the confrontation scene in Mick’s Bowling.

Kyle stared down at the plastic guitar-shaped controller in his hands, hitting the buttons in time with the music. As grateful as he was to Mick for letting him play at his bowling alley, he couldn’t help but feel depressed that he was playing alone. He missed having a player 2; he missed Stan. But Kyle knew he couldn’t play with him ever again. Stan threw him out; betrayed him; in favor of a more experienced player.

The game was a bit boring to play by yourself, however, and hearing the same songs over and over was quite maddening. But he did have an audience to play for, so Kyle tried to ignore his own feelings and continued playing. That was, until he saw a familiar blue and red beanie pop out from the crowd.

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Y’all I really love Cryle like if anyone wants to do an RP based off of this (my art dont worry lmao) then hmu ❤️ or hmu on discord: Ketsuekix#2750