#2 lers drabble

[greenticklerdreams]

You're sitting in the lap of one of your favorite lers, your back to their chest, your arms being held fast... and your other favorite ler is mercilessly attacking your entire exposed upper body. Spidering your armpits, stroking your ribs, squeezing your tummy, generally driving you crazy by tickling you all over. All you can do is squirm and laugh. When will it end? Why did you agree to this?

"Oh, you LIKE that spot, don't you?" murmurs the holding ler in your ear. "You should go back there," they say a little louder, directing it at your second ler.

"Don't backseat drive me," they say incredulously, projecting over your laughter, not stopping their tickles even as they carry on the conversation. "You think you're so smart, YOU do it."

"That's a great idea. Let me have a turn, you've been going for a while now." There's suddenly a bit of a whine in your normally teasy ler's voice, and hearing the desire in their tone sends a new rush of heat into your face.

"All right, all right. Since I'm SO generous... hand 'em over."

Limp, exhausted, gasping for breath from the tickle assault, you feel your body get passed over to the other ler, your barely ambulant form placed into your other ler's waiting arms like they're handing over a Christmas present from underneath the tree.

You don't resist as your second ler wraps their arms around you. You can't. It's too much. You look into the face of your first ler for the first time in - minutes? hours? what is time right now? - and they're grinning wickedly, eyes alight with mischief and joy as their hands move closer to your sensitive, twitching torso.

"Mmm, this is cuddly," comes the second ler's voice into your ear. "You ready for some more tickles, cutie?"

"Cuz ready or not, here I come!..." says your first ler, and their hands make contact on that spot they were just coaching their partner towards, sending you into new spasms of laughter.

You remember how long the other ler spent on you before this handoff. You've got a long way to go before they set you free...

[thebest-medicine]

could you do 104 “What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?” with switch!kaminari and bakugou :)

Explosively Ticklish [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

Prompt 104 - "What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?"

A/N: [part 1] a continuation (see above) featuring Bakugo’s revenge on Kaminari (for the switch / ler kami stuff you’ll have to check out part 1! he’s all lee all the time here baby) also under a cut bc she got long lol OOPS 1k words 🤷‍♀️ continued here [part 3]

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“Oi! Idiot!” Bakugo’s voice comes from behind the door, accompanying a quick but hard knock. “Open up.”

Kaminari walks over and opens the door to his dorm hesitantly, just a crack. It had only been a few hours since he and the others had put their friend through the very-embarrassing wringer. “What’s uuuuuup, buddy?” He smiles anxiously.

Bakugo stares at him. “Can I come in?”

Denki stutters, “uh- sure- what, uh, what do you need?”

Bakugo stares at him again, deadpan. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Kaminari shakes his head.

Bakugo huffs out a laugh. “Okay. You’re either really an idiot or just naive. Wanna do this in the privacy of your room? Or do I have to drag your ass out into the hallway?”

“D-Do what?” Kaminari flinches.

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Bakugo asks as he shoves the door the rest of the way open and reaches out to grab at Denki’s waist.

“YeeEEK!” He jumps back from his spot. “Wait- wait- you’re not gonna-?”

Bakugo scoff-laughs. “What? Did you think you were just going to get away with that?”

“Kihihihinda!” Kaminari is giggling already, scrambling out of his reach and backing up to his bed, then crawling backwards across the surface of his mattress. “Nohoho please- Bakugo- don’t! I cahahan’t! I- hehe- I’ll zahahahahap you!”

“Yeah?” Bakugo glares. “Try that and I’ll kill you for real.”

“Nohohohohot a threat!” Kaminari squeaks, putting as much space as possible between himself and Katsuki. “I can’t hehehehehelp it!”

“Oh really?” Katuski smirks, picking up his charm. “Can’t help but explode with giggles, huh, dunce face?”

Kaminari shakes his head, snickering wildly. He flails his hands about uselessly as Bakugo stalks closer.

“And then what happens after, hmm? Fry your stupid little brain and you just get even gigglier I bet.”

“Stahahahahop!” Kaminari wails, already laughing.

Bakugo puts a knee on the bed. “I’m not even tickling you yet, idiot, and you’re laughing already? You’re fucking doomed.”

Kaminari shrieks at that and tries to lunge off the other side of the mattress. Only, Bakugo grabs his calves easily and then wraps his legs up in the crook of one arm. He is halfway off the bed, giggling madly and flailing his arms about. “NonononoNO WAIT!” He cries. “Lemmego!”

Bakugo laughs wickedly, tugging his friend a bit more so that his back is on the edge of the mattress, stretching his torso across the corner of the bed and leaving him open. Denki’s shirt has bunched up in the tussle, and he keeps trying to desperately tug it down (up?) while pleading with Bakugo. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohon’t!” He cries, giggling. His cheeks are rosy with embarrassed anticipation.

“Not a fucking chance. Got your ass right where I want you.”

He starts to scribble over Denki’s scrunched soles, making the other student gasp and start laughing even louder. Grumbling about his damn toes getting in the way, Bakugo moves to spider over the tops of his feet, earning him a squeal. He tugs again, this time readjusting and targeting his electric friend’s knees. There’s no sign of frying yet.

Kaminari shrieks with laughter. “Plehehe- HEHEHEASE! Not there! Not there! Nohohoho Bakugohohohohohho STAHAHAHAHOP! I cahahahan’t!” He pleads as fingers pinch up along his thighs. He’s quaking, his arms flailing about. He tries to sit up and throw his arms in a way of defense, but Bakugo just pushes him back down easily each time with a little chuckle of his own.

“Don’t know why you crossed me if you’re this ticklish, moron.” Katsuki continues. He readjusts Kaminari’s legs down, sitting over his shins and keeping him pinned halfway off the bed. He peaks down at his friend, red in the face and grinning wildly, wide-eyed. Bakugo smirks. He brings both hands down slowly, wiggling in menacing claws descending upon Denki’s partially exposed and fully stretched tummy.

“Don’t don’t don’t DOHOHON’T!” Denki cries, scrambling to get a grip anywhere or pull himself upright. His attempt fizzles to nothing but quaking laughter as Bakugo’s hands shoot down to scribble and spider against the skin of his stomach. They crawl up further under his shirt, pinch his sides, walk up to his ribs. Kaminari is lost to laughter, pleasing incoherently, when suddenly, the hair on Bakugo’s neck stands on end before…

ZZZZZAP!!!

Bakugo realizes he’s been knocked backwards onto the bed, but still conscious. His arms are a little tingly, he rubs his neck. “Idiot! You coulda killed me!” He grumbles, getting back up. Kaminari has slunked down, his back against the floor and his feet in the air. His eyes are big and empty, his grin wobbly as he gives Bakugo a thumbs up and laughs sweetly.

“I wasn’t done with you yet, but this should make things a little easier.” He notes before reaching for Kaminari’s ankles and hauling him back halfway up on the bed. What could he say? It was a great position to tickle someone in.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE! WahahahahHAHAHA-” Denki squeaks and giggles and Bakugo tickles his midsection anew, this time watching for any signs of sparks. He scratches over and over at the line under Denki’s bellybutton, just over and around the ticklish, exposed spots on his lower stomach. Every spot from hip to hip sends him careening into laughter.

Bakugo takes another peak down and sees tears of laughter in Denki’s empty-minded eyes. He pauses his tickling for a moment and watches as Kaminari attempts uselessly to catch his breath.

“Alllllllll right, I think you’ve had enough for now.” Bakugo slides off of his legs.

“Haaaa- ahh.” Kaminari’s eyes roll back as his head drops against the ground. He gives a serendipitous thumbs up with a goofy, out-of-it laugh as he slinks down slowly so his full upper body is on the floor again; finally it stays there.

“So that was one… there were 5 of you guys before, right?” Bakugo mentions, pushing his friend’s legs down next to him on the ground “So that means, four more times to go. I’ll be seein’ ya, Pikachu.”

“Ahhh?” Kaminari makes a confused sound as Bakugo stands and exits the room, leaving his electrified friend to recover his spirits in a half-ball on the floor, alone.

Katsuki has a busy schedule ahead of him, after all.

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[otomiyaa]

Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡

Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting tomorrow! I'll be using the #lovelytickletober list made by @lovelynim.

The plan is to write tickle drabbles for each day, pairings/fandoms were chosen by yours truly for maximized self-indulgence but hopefully there'll be something that you guys can enjoy with me💕

I'll do something I didn't do last time which is announcing my pairings before publishing the fics👇 This because for most I've got the ideas and outlines pretty much done so I want to make it difficult for myself to change my mind at the last minute!

LINK TO AO3 COLLECTION

Day 1: “Ready?” - Lee!Chigiri x Ler!Kunigami (Blue Lock)

Day 2: Accident - Lee!Chilchuck x Ler!Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Day 3: Cleaning - Switches!Hoshina x Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

Day 4: Upside down - Lee!Loid x Ler!Yor (SPY x FAMILY)

Day 5: (Un)tie - Lee!Yuri x Ler!Otabek (Yuri On Ice)

Day 6: Order - Lee!Kuroo x Ler!Tsukishima (Haikyuu)

Day 7: Teaching - Lee!Solomon x Ler!Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Day 8: Exposed body part - Lee!Boothill x Ler!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 9: Dance - Lee!Adachi x Ler!Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

Day 10: In secret - Lee!Henry x Ler!Alex (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Day 11: Noise - Switches!Ed x Winry (FMA Brotherhood)

Day 12: Wall - Switches!Clark x Lois (My Adventures with Superman)

Day 13: Alone - Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Day 14: High - Lee!Hachi x Ler!Nana (Nana)

Day 15: Faking it - Lee!Hisashi x Ler!Mao (Tasogare Outfocus)

Day 16: Doctor - Lee!Sawyer x LerJack (LOST)

Day 17: Underwater - Lee!Xiao x Ler!Aether (Genshin Impact)

Day 18: Clothes - Lee!Deku x Ler!Bakugou (BNHA)

Day 19: Make up - Lee!Gepard x Ler!Sampo (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 20: Posing - Lee!Lyney x Ler!Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Day 21: Singing - Lee!Dan Heng x Ler!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 22: Cheating - Lee!Miyamura x Ler!Hori (Horimiya)

Day 23: Money - Lee!Jinshi x Ler!Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Day 24: Bully - Lee!Reader x Ler!Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

Day 25: “No.” - Lee!Wade x Ler!Colossus (Deadpool)

Day 26: Timer - Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 27: Picky - Lee!Cherry x Ler!Joe (SK8 the Infinity)

Day 28: “The number you have dialed…” - Lee!Takeda x Ler!Ukai (Haikyuu)

Day 29: Help - Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 30: Magic - Lee!Frieren x Ler!Himmel (Sousou no Frieren)

Day 31: Rest - Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka (Wotakoi)

[anzynai]

some twst tickle drabbles i wrote!!

sorry ive been inactive pls dont forget abt me 💔💔💔 i wanted to write more drabbles but there’s only three and considering they r drabbles, they r very short. pls enjoy anyway

also i wrote these three for friends mostly so ive had them for a while but just never posted. sorry😔🙏 *dies*

1. lee azul, ler floyd

“Floyd, no one else can cover your shift. You need to work it,” Azul groans, pinching the bridge between his eyes.

“I don’t want to. That’s booooring,” Floyd whines, leaning over Azul.

“Floyd, you said you— hey, w-wait!” Azul feels a poke to his side and jolts. His head whips toward the eel in shock. “F-floyd, stohohop this nohonsense..!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Floyd starts squeezing Azul’s sides, wrapping his arms around the housewarden.

“Stahahahap! J-jahade?!” Azul laughs, unable to help it, and he looks for Jade for assistance, who had been watching it all unfold the entire time.

Jade smirks sadistically and clicks his tongue. “Alas, even I cannot stop my brother when he’s like this. You’ll just have to.. wait until he’s bored.”

Until he’s bored? Floyd was as unpredictable as unpredicatable comes! Who knows when that would be?

“G-gah! Stohohop Flohohoyd!” Azul accidentally snorts around his next giggle when Floyd jabs at a particular sensitive spit and suddenly, he wants to die of shame.

“Awww,” Floyd cooes, unrelenting in his attack when Azul’s laughter becomes more intense, while Jade chuckles behind him.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

2. lee epel, ler riddle

“h-hehehey!” riddle giggled, when epel peppered his face with kisses. the blush on his face was absolutely delightful and it just made epel want to kiss him more.

“you’re amazing..” epel mumbled against his face, twitching when the fingers around his waist tightened their grip. while distracted, riddle began to lightly tickle his sides, and he rolled back, causing the bed to creak.. “gahaha!”

“it’s about time i return the favor, shall i?” riddle said, voice smug and epel didn’t resist the laughter threatening to spill from his lips.

riddle started kissing his face— from his cheeks, to his parted lips, and his forehead. epel closed an eye, feeling tingly and a bit flustered.

“this ain’t fahahair!” he giggled, riddle’s fingers dancing along his hips and tummy.

“fair?” riddle chuckled, amused, as he planted a kiss on the corner of epel’s mouth, almost teasingly.

“nohoho, y-you’re tihihickling me!” epel cried, his hands uselessly pushing at riddle’s. riddle kissed the other corner of his mouth.

“and you look really..” a pause, then a kiss to epel’s lips, longer and more meaningful than the others. epel tried to kiss him back, but it was a bit difficult while laughing. “..lovely,” riddle finished, pulling away. with it, his fingers stopped tickling him, instead rubbing his sides in a more comforting manner.

“i love you,” epel smiled, when he caught the other’s lips again.

riddle smiled at him, pulling epel closer. “i love you too.”

3. lee cater, ler trey

“hnng!” cater squealed, feeling a finger run down his spine. he immediately straightened up, flinching. he whipped his head to glare at the culprit.

“trey, that was #NOTCOOL,” cater turned around, placing his hands on his hips. trey chuckled.

“my bad, i was just curious,” trey admitted.

“curious?” cater raised a brow at that.

“if you were ticklish. you always tense up when someone touches your back.” trey shrugged nonchalantly.

“i— what?!” cater gasped, his face heating up. he put a palm to his cheek, embarrassed. “you.. noticed that?”

“of course i did,” trey chuckled again, reaching to pinch at cater’s hips. cater jumped away, embarrassed.

“i’m not ticklish!” cater blubbered out, and trey looked at him, disbelieving until a smug grin appeared on his face.

“is that so?” trey asked, coming closer. “so you wouldn’t laugh if i did this?” more calculated this time, he lightly squeezed at cater’s sides and cater froze, biting his lip.

“n-no.. way..!” cater squeaked, resisting the urge to flinch and gasp until… “ah!”

“there it is,” trey said, amused. cater squeezed his eyes shut when trey started tickling him for real after he had giggled.

“nohoho! trehehey!” cater cried, shocked. never did he once think he would get tickled by trey, but.. well, it wasn’t so bad. plus, he thought to himself, he will definitely get him back!

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hey!! Could you write a fic with lee!han and ler!leeknow??? maybe the whole of skz were doing a plank challenge and lee know fell down because han made a funny face at him so to get han back, lee know goes over to han and t-words the back of hans thighs and knees to make him fall in revenge!!!

How to Slow Down Time:

words: 621 tw: plank challenge, revenge tickles, swearing, small references to twister - part 2 a/n: thisisliketwisterisntit 💔💔💔 lee: Han ler: Minho taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa this drabble is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

"Phew, this is a lot more difficult than I thought..." Hyunjin grunted, shifting slightly and squeaking when he almost fell over.

"You guys can do it! I believe in youuuu!" Felix cheered.

"Yeah, that's cause you already fell over." Changbin rolled his eyes, giggling along with Chan.

"This isn't even difficult for you, is it?" Lino whined, glancing at Jisung, who was fully focused, not even paying attention to the conversations surrounding him.

"Nope." Chan and Changbin replied at the same time, the latter shrugging his shoulders even in the plank position, something Minho was not willing to try.

"Seungmin, you okay?" Chan turned, gaping at the younger as he sat in his position, looking unfazed, although beads of sweat had begun to dot his forehead.

"Mhm. We do this for stable singing all the time, right Innie?" Seungmin watched as the maknae grunted lightly, whining as his shoulder almost gave out.

"Mhm-right! OOh...thi-this is pretty hard, huh?" Jeongin squeaked.

"Awe...it's okay Innie. You don't have to do it if you can't..." Minho teased.

"Oh, I can, probably longer than you and Jisung hyung!"

"Really? Cause Hanji doesn't look like he's moving anytime soon."

Jisung whipped his head towards the group at the mention of his name, looking at the others with an innocent expression. "What?"

"Oh, nothing-ow!" Lee Know winced as his wrist gave out lightly.

Chan suggested that Minho take a break. He had been on high alert ever since the last incident.

Jisung had to think fast. He couldn't let twister happen again.

The ace knew the older wouldn't give up, so he decided otherwise.

Try to knock him over.

Jisung suddenly whipped his head towards Minho and gave him the most hilarious expression he could whip up.

The dancer snorted and giggled, and his wrist became weak enough that he finally fell over in mirth.

"HAH! You fell!" Jisung cheered, although Min wasn't too pleased.

"Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh?"

Hannie's eyes widened. He knew that tone all to well.

"Minho, please! This isn't fair!" The ace begged desperately.

"Ooh? I didn't hear a hyung in that sentence, Han Jisung."

"Ooooh, he used the full name! You're fucked, hyung!" Felix giggled in anticipation, apologizing quickly when Chan tsked at the language.

"Hyung! Minho hyung! Honey, Jagi, pl-EHEHEASE!" Han squealed as Minho grabbed at his hips, causing the ace to twist away from the invading fingers.

Jisung's arms had already started to shake, and, feeling sorry for the boy, Chan and Changbin, who were on both sides, extended an arm and grasped the boy's elbows, holding him up.

"NO-HAHAHA! I CAHA-CAHAHAN'T BREEEATHE! STAHAHAP!" Hannie gasped, the tickly fingers dancing across the backs of his thighs like leaves in the cool, fall breeze.

Loud, familiar cackles filled the room, along with adoring coos and teases thrown at the red-faced ace.

"This is what you get for playing dirty!" Minho smiled fondly, making sure the younger couldn't see it.

"I-IHIHI'M SOHOHORRY! OHOHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD NOHOT THEHEHEREEE!" Han absolutely lost it, throwing his entire body to the floor when the fingers attacked his hyper-sensitive knees.

But the older didn't stop, much to Jisung's happiness horror.

"IHI-IHIHIT'S BAHAHAD! SO BAD HYUNG! PLEASE-NOHOHOHOHOHOOO!"

The vengeful dancer only stopped after the smaller went so weak with laughter that he was a limp body on the floor, not even having the energy to squirm.

Just laying there, taking it all. Giggles and snickers still filled the room as Minho slowed the tickles to a stop.

"O-Okay! I quit!" Changbin stood up rather suddenly, running out the room.

"Hm, wonder what's up with him?" Chan grinned, knowing exactly what it was.

"HA! I STILL LASTED LONGER THAN BOTH OF YOU!" Came the maknae's happy cheering.

omgggg wonder what's up with changbin? 😳

i hope ppl understand the title cuz otherwise that's embarassing hehe 😭

[wreckingtickles]

Masterlist

All the chapters, present and future, of the The Auction series, plus any extra stories I may have written.

The entire Auction series contains adult content, and the chapters that are explicitly NSFW are labeled as such.

Characters in NSFW stories are 18+ (I hope the stories themselves make it clear).

THE AUCTION

Auction Hall:

Prologue & Bundle 1: 3,505 words

Bundle 2: 2,235 words

Bundle 3: 1,478 words (NSFW)

Intermission: 1,911 words (NFSW)

Bundles 4 & 5: 1,722 (NSFW)

Bundle 6: 2,725 (NSFW)

Extra:

@sallage's Your Turn, Blasty (a Bundle 2 spin-off), lee Baku, ler Shindo

Pre-Finale Coda (NSFW), lees Awase, Kaibara, Mirio, Monoma, Natsuo, Shinso, Tsuburaba

Auctionees and Bidders:

Kaminari & Mx Rake: 4,274 words (NSFW)

Shindo & Mx Berry: 2,812 words (NSFW)

Midoriya & Mx Pastry: 5,991 words (NSFW)

Todoroki & Mx Glove: 5,162 words

Ojiro, Inasa & Mx Fluff: N/A (NSFW)

Kirishima & Mx Tech: 7,064 (NSFW)

Bakugo & Mx Mob: 7,792 words (NSFW)

OTHER STORIES:

Tama v. Bakugo: 2,678 words, lee Baku

The Tree (NSFW): 2,043 words, lee Baku (read this ask first)

Stirrups (NSFW): 3,810, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Stirrups 2 - The Revenge (NSFW): 732 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Say the line, Bakugo!: 2,924 words, lee Baku

Onsen Nonsense: 7,559 words, lee Inosuke

Ruffling Their Feathers: 7,312 words, lees Baku and Todo, ler Hawks

Hard Time (NSFW): 6,206 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

1 Hour in Tickle Hell!: 7,757 words, lee Izuku, ler Mirio

Kirishima wants his apology: 745 words, lee Baku, ler Kiri

Bakugo wants his apology (NSFW): 428 words, lee Kiri, ler Baku

Only Uke Are Ticklish?!: 1,789 words, switches Sasaki & Miyano

Red Riot's Weirdest Fans - Part 1 (NSFW): 5,271 words, lees Kiri and Baku

ASKS/DRABBLES:

Tutoring & Punishment (unfinished), lee Kirishima, ler Baku

Natsuo's hot sauna (NSFW), lee Natsuo

Big bro gets tickled, lee Natsuo

How everyone found out Baku's ticklish

How to make Baku atone

The Wheel, lee Bakugo

The Milkman (NSFW), lee Bakugo

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-A Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

Bakugo's Overdue Class 1-B Apologies (SFW but sadistic)

HEADCANONS:

Charts:/Ratings

Eijiro Kirishima (NSFW)

Izuku Midoriya (NSFW)

Shoto Todoroki

Naruto Uzumaki (NSFW)

Sasuke Uchiha (NSFW)

Natsu Dragneel (NSFW)

Gray, Sting, Laxus, Jellal (NSFW)

Monkey D. Luffy (NSFW)

Ichigo Kurosaki (NSFW)

Inosuke Hashibira (NSFW)

Link

Others:

Auction MHA guys worst spots (NSFW)

Ojiro

Bakugo

Midoriya

Kaminari

Hawks

Sero

Natsuo

Shoji

Dabi & Shigaraki

Goku

Ed Elric

[dannystheone]

We’re Gonna MAKE You Remember! (Lee Kenny/Ler Stan)

Hey guys! Here’s the ADHD Kenny fic for you! I’m actually running low on requests and inspiration so if anyone has any ideas, my DM’s are open! I’d actually be also open to a little Genshin if anyone has a drabble idea just to mix things up, I’m sure you guys are sick of constant SP lol just let me know! 

also this comes from my own ADHD experiences I’m so stubborn when it comes to lists and reminders because I gaslight myself and tell myself I’ll remember something but I NEVER do 💀 I’ve been doing better and putting things in my notes app though 

also i didn’t feel like doing kenny mumbles it’s kinda hard lel 

WARNINGS: Teenagers swearing! They’re aged up in this

 The boys are sick and tired of Kenny always forgetting the things they tell him to get for them when out on grocery runs! After the millionth time, they make sure he doesn’t forget. 

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 “Dude get off. GET OFF! Dammit, I’m down.” Stan rolled his eyes as he shot zombies from his character’s laying position on the ground. Kyle axed through zombie’s heads as he tried to locate Stan’s glowing figure on the map to help him. 

 “Ah dude, you’re like three floors up! How the hell am I supposed to reach you?” Kyle sighed as he packed a pipe bomb and picked up more ammo from the supply station. It was Throwback Thursday and Game Night, so the boys settled on Left 4 Dead 2 to play. They were in a Versus match with four other people online on the opposite team playing as the zombies. Cartman cackled as Stan’s character, Nick, screamed out in pain as the zombies stomped on him. 

 “Bahahaha! Look at Stan dying! Get good already, dickface!” Cartman’s character, Coach, started tea-bagging Nick as he shot the zombies surrounding Nick’s body. 

 “Dude, Cartman revive me!” Stan demanded. Cartman shoved chips in his mouth as he started shooting Stan’s character. Nick took substantial damage and started cursing out Coach. 

 “Ahahaha! Suck me off, asshole!” Cartman left Nick with worst health than he found him in, and threw pipe-bombs down below near Kyle. 

 “Cartman, you fucking asshole! Help us!” Just at that moment, Kyle was caught by a smoker on the third balcony. Kyle’s character, Rochelle, started kicking her legs as she was trapped from the smoker’s tongue. 

 “AYE! If anyone’s exterminating Jew’s it’s me!” Cartman’s character sniped the smoker. The smoker died from a headshot and released Kyle’s character. 

 “Oh finally, you’re actually useful- DUDE!” Don’t fucking shoot me, douchebag!” Kyle shouted at Cartman. Cartman laughed with his mouth full of chips. 

 “Aaaaand I’m dead. Thanks guys.” Stan’s square of the screen read that his character was dead, and spectated Kyle’s screen as Rochelle. Stan sighed and threw himself back to lean on the couch. The door opened behind the boys as someone stepped inside the house. 

 “Omph, hey guymphs.” Kenny walked into the living room carrying grocery bags with him. Stan turned back to greet him as Kyle and Cartman kept playing. 

 “’Sup dude. Jump in, we got you as Ellis. Dead Center finale. D���you get the soda?” Kenny sat down on the couch as Stan started rifling through the grocery bags. 

  “M’yeah, I got the soda. Dude it cost two more bucks than last time for no reason.” Kenny removed his hood and shook out his blonde locks. Stan cracked open a cold one and took a sip out of it.

 “CARTMAN! Get me up already!” Kyle exclaimed. A jockey got Rochelle down to the ground, and a spitter spat directly onto his position. Kenny settled into the couch as both him and Stan watched the carnage. 

 “Can’t. I’m down too.” Coach got down from harassing an aggressive tank, and was sure he could mow down the zombie horde when he covered the tank in boomer bile. However, there were too many zombies at once, plus a stalking hunter that finished him off. 

 “This is what happens when you shoot your teammates, you fucking retard!” Kyle rolled his eyes as Cartman shifted on his beanbag chair and pointed a fat finger in his face. 

 “AYE! That’s half the fun, Kahl! Left 4 Dead is boring as shit if you don’t shoot your teammates!” Cartman retorted. The living room was filled with the agonized screams of the dying characters and the growls of the zombies, before eventually cutting to the loading screen after both characters died. 

 Kyle turned back to greet Kenny and look through the grocery bags. “’Sup Kenny. Did you get the Twizzlers like I asked?” Kenny snapped his fingers as his face looked enlightened. 

 “Thaaaat’s what I forgot! I swear I was gonna fucking lose it. I knew I forgot something I just didn’t know what. I got Oreos though.” Kenny offered the package to Kyle, but Kyle turned him down. 

 “Uh, no thanks man, I don’t like Oreos.” Cartman perked up at the sound of food and snatched the package from Kenny’s hands. 

 “I’ll be taking that, thank you, ‘food stamps’.” Kenny rolled his eyes at the nickname as Stan turned to Kenny. 

 “Oh Kenny sorry, did you get the M n’ M’s I asked for? I texted you about them.” Stan looked up to Kenny on the couch. Kenny held the side of his neck as he sighed. 

 “Sorry Stan. Totally slipped my mind. I was thinking about them too, but I passed by the aisle.” Stan’s gaze turned downcast as he sipped his soda again. 

 “Uh, it’s alright dude, no sweat.” Cartman scrolled through his phone as Kyle picked up his controller. 

 “Hey ‘beggar’ did you get my Ding-Dong’s and Ho-Ho’s and Twinkies?” Cartman asked Kenny. Kenny didn’t like these new nicknames he was trying out for size. 

 “Damn fatass you want the whole fucking store?” Kyle accused. 

 “Shut your ass up Jew! I know your gun is pink choosing Rochelle as your character, gaywad!” Cartman pointed at a frustrated Kyle. 

 “My gun isn’t pink!!” Kyle shouted back. 

 “Uh Cartman, I forgot. Sorry. I don’t even remember you asking for all that stuff to be honest...” Kenny spoke up. The boys inwardly groaned as less and less snacks were available for the hangout. 

 Stan looked up to Kenny and threw up his hands. “Dude what the hell is going on? You forgot nearly everything we asked for, and this isn’t the first time this has happened either.” Kyle looked back at Kenny and agreed with Stan. 

 “Yeah man, about half of the stuff we ask for or all the stuff we ask for just slips your mind. And I tell you every single time to bring a grocery list, but you-” Kenny put up his hands as he scooched forward on the couch. 

 “I don’t like bringing grocery lists ‘cause the list is too small to need one.” Kenny explained. Cartman turned his head to the side without taking his eyes off his phone. He was scrolling through a #shitpost channel in a Discord server. 

 “Clearly not dipshit, if you’re forgetting the whole fucking thing.” Cartman called out. “We can’t even hang out like this if we don’t have anything to fucking eat!” 

 “Well what do you guys want from me? I don’t know why I forget stuff, it’ll just be in my brain one minute and then it goes *poof* like it was never there.” Kenny made it look like his brain was blowing up with both his hands to accentuate his point.

 “We want you to swallow your pride and go back to the store with a list this time. So you don’t forget anything.” Stan stated, straightforward. Kenny put up his hands with his eyes closed. 

 “Alright, alright, just tell me everything you guys want and I’ll go back and get it.” Kenny said. Kyle shook his head, his curls swishing from side to side. 

 “No dude that’s not gonna work. Bring a list with you so you don’t forget any groceries this time.” Kyle tried for lightness, but Kenny’s stubbornness was starting to upset him.

 “I don’t need it guys, I got it! It’ll just be a few things, I’ll remember this time!” Kenny argued. Stan pinched his two eyelids together to suppress a headache as Cartman swiftly stood up from his beanbag chair. Well, as swiftly as he could anyway. 

 “Alright Kenny, you give us no other choice. Just remember we gave you plenty of chances. Stan, go grab a marker from the junk drawer in my kitchen. Kyle, help me out here.” Stan stood up to do what he was told, and figured Cartman would just fill out the list himself on paper and hand it to Kenny. Stan walked into the kitchen and started opening random drawers to try and locate the marker. 

 “Hey what- DUDE! What the- GET OFF! GUYS!” Stan located a black marker eventually, but heard commotion from the living room. Stan ran back to the living room to see Kyle and Cartman wrestling down a resisting Kenny. 

 “What the fuck-” Stan stuttered as Cartman looked up from his place. He had Kenny’s left arm and Kyle had his right. Kenny was in a half-squatting position while he bucked and tried to throw his friends off of him. 

 “Stan! Grab his legs!” Cartman pointed and ordered at Stan. Kenny threw his elbow back to try and jab Kyle in the gut. He turned wild as Stan advanced toward him and kicked his legs out. 

 “Get the hell off me!” Kenny demanded as Stan took hold of his legs and all three boys lowered a writhing Kenny onto the carpet. Kyle sat on the floor and hugged Kenny’s arm between his legs, while Cartman was less courteous and just sat on his elbow. Kenny growled as Stan parted his legs and sat on his thigh. 

 “Alright Stan, take this down.” Cartman reached forward and grabbed the hem of Kenny’s jacket and shirt and lifted it up to his chest, revealing his bronzed skin. Stan put two and two together as he uncapped the black marker he had. 

 “Guys seriously, get the hell off me! I’ll remember, I swear!” Kenny twisted and squirmed underneath his friends, his pants riding lower on his hips with his struggling. Stan held Kenny’s bare side to keep him steady. 

 “Alright, we want more Dr. Pepper, we need M n’ M’s, the Ding-Dong’s, the Ho-Ho’s-” Kyle listed off. Stan ducked his head and started writing down the grocery list onto Kenny’s bare tummy. Kenny huffed and started to sputter under Stan’s marker; his tough guy struggling crumbling as soon as the marker started to write. 

 “Pfft- Pfmhmhmt- St-Stahan! S-Stop it!” Stan held a tighter grip on Kenny’s side to keep the skin taught, but it slipped under his thumb as Kenny’s tummy spasmed. Stan’s eyebrows furrowed as he wrote out every word as legibly as he could. 

 “Okay, Ding-Dong’s, Ho-Ho’s, M n’ M’s, what else?” Stan was finishing up a few words on Kenny’s skin while trying to keep the marker steady on Kenny’s shuddering tummy. 

 “Oh, we need Twizzlers, Junior Mints and Coke.” Kyle recited. Kenny took a breath as Stan flattened Kenny’s stomach and wrote the continuing grocery list underneath the initial groceries. Kenny laughed out as he twisted and pulled at his elbows. Kyle hugged Kenny’s arm tighter to his chest to better restrain him, while Cartman scrolled through his phone. 

 “Pfftah- ahahaha! Stan- Stahahahan!” Kenny giggled and brought up his one free leg fruitlessly. Stan’s eye winced in concentration as he tried to keep his lettering straight across Kenny’s belly, but his flexing was making it hard. At least it was a flat surface. He couldn’t imagine trying to write on Cartman’s folds. 

 “Dude quit fucking squirming- Jesus-” Stan complained and pushed down on Kenny’s hip to finish up the last of the lettering. 

 “I cahahahan’t hehehehelp it ahahahasshole!” Kenny yelled out, and tried to fold himself in half to escape the marker. His belly made a small wrinkle as he curled himself up, and smudged the writing. 

 “Aw dude, what the fuck, Kenny? Now I have to write over what I just wrote so you can read it.” Stan, completely oblivious to what he was subjecting his friend to, forced Kenny to straighten out his belly and started writing over the words he already wrote. 

 “Aahahahaha! Fuhuhuhuck- Stahahahan stohohohop! Pl-Plehehehease!” Kenny’s free leg kicked out just to bring itself back up again in a desperate attempt to protect himself. That damn marker was too teasy. Kenny was gonna shove it so far up Stan’s...Kyle watched Stan write down the grocery list curiously as Kenny’s tummy pulsed up and down with his laughter. 

 “Alright, anything else?” Stan asked as he re-wrote the grocery items. Kenny laid limp and breathed out on the carpet as Cartman spoke up. 

 “Yeah, we’re gonna need three packs of Mega-Stuf Oreos, two liters of Sprite and three bags of Doritos. Make sure you get the Cool Ranch ones or I’m sending you back a third time.” Cartman stated. Kyle rolled his eyes as Stan began writing down the requested groceries. Kenny’s laughter filled up the living room again as Kyle looked at Cartman. 

 “Chrihihist! Stohohop ahahalready! This- Thihihis suhuhuhucks!” Kenny cried out as his tummy tried curling up in protection. Stan was writing over the skin above his belly button now. The surface was a bit raised here from the flat muscle, but the contracting from his laughter made the area shaky. 

 “You wonder why you’re tubby, fatboy.” Kyle antagonized Cartman. Kenny’s hand clenched and swatted for Kyle’s face. Kyle’s head jolted back at the small attempted attack, and bat Kenny’s hand in retaliation. 

 “I’d be big boned any day of the week than a retarded Jew, Kahl.” Cartman didn’t look up from his phone as Cartman retaliated. Kyle scoffed as Stan finished the last item on Kenny’s stomach. 

 “Okay, that’s three liters of Sprite, two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos, and three packs of Double-Stuf Oreos-” Cartman shook his head as he looked up at Stan from his phone. 

 “No no no. It was TWO liters of Sprite, three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and three packs of MEGA-Stuf Oreos.” Cartman quoted. Stan pushed back his hat as it fell into his eyes. Kenny breathed underneath the three of them with his head back on the carpet. 

 “Oh crap. Well what should I do? It’s already on him?” Stan asked. Kyle shrugged. 

 “Just scribble it off and write it again.” Kyle suggested. Stan shrugged himself as he took the marker and scribbled out the writing on Kenny’s belly. Kenny jolted and bucked his hips to try and throw off the marker with renewed energy. 

 “GAHAHA-hahahad! Nohohoho no no stohohop!” Kenny’s eyes screwed shut as Stan blacked-out the numbers for the Sprite, Doritos, AND corrected the name on the Oreos. Stan tightened his knees around Kenny’s thigh to keep him steady, and started to write the new requested numbers over the scribbles in smaller font. 

 “Jeez Kenny, you’re jumpy today- what gives?” Kyle asked his friend. Kenny’s hair shook against Kyle’s shoe as he laughed with pink cheeks. His arm hung loose in Kyle’s grip as he stopped fighting at that point and just waited for it to be over. 

 “It fuhuhuhucking- pfft- ahahaha- hahahahaa! Stahahan I’m gohohohonna kihihihill yohohohou!” The tips of Kenny’s ears burned as Stan finished up the rest of the changes made to the grocery list. 

 “Okay...alright. That should be it. Anything else guys?” Stan asked. Kyle and Cartman exchanged glances and shrugged as Kenny slumped back on the floor. 

 “I think that should be it. We’re gonna order the pizza, so we’ll be good on dinner.” Kyle said. Stan nodded as the three boys got up off of their friend. Kenny slowly rose up off the floor and pulled his shirt down in a huff. 

 “You got all that Kenny? You good? You were acting really weird when we were writing down that grocery list.” Stan laid a supportive hand on Kenny’s shoulder. Kenny bumped his hand off and stepped away from his friend. 

 “Yeah, cause you assholes were holding me down and tickling me the whole time!” Kenny exclaimed with splayed hands. Stan, Kyle and Cartman all had confused looks on their faces. 

 “...Ooooooh!” They all said in unison with brightened expressions when it hit them. Kenny scoffed as he threw his hood back on his head. 

 “That makes sense. Well, you coulda said something earlier! Well, anyway, go ahead and grab that really quick at the market and we can hang out sooner.” Kyle clapped a hand on Kenny’s back as they sent him on his way. Kenny tightened his hoodie strings in embarrassment as he walked towards the door. 

 “Fumph youmph guymphs. Serioumphly...” Kenny grumbled and headed out the door.

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 At the grocery store, Kenny carried a basket in one hand filled with soda, candy and cookies. He was sure he was forgetting items, but he tried his hardest to remember everything possible. He wouldn’t even think about what was tattooed on his stomach, because every time he did, he could feel the teasy trace of the marker on his skin. 

 When he knew for a fact that he was forgetting things from his basket, and did NOT want to go through everything he had to go through a second time, he made his way to the mirror aisle. 

 Kenny set his basket down and begrudgingly lifted his hoodie and shirt to glance at the grocery list on his tummy. His belly above his navel was tattooed with three lines of groceries, with a mess of scribbles on the bottom line where Stan had messed up. Kenny’s face burned to a crisp at the sight, and shoved his hoodie down with a furious quickness. 

 No matter how much he would never admit it, the list actually did help Kenny remember what he needed from the store for his friends. And after that experience, Kenny definitely left the house with a grocery list more often. 

[mushiewrites]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is a request from this prompt list from @wishitweresummer (find the ask here!). I accidentally made it an almost 5K fic when I wanted it to originally be a lil ficlet or drabble. I can never ever control myself and one day I will realize that. But until then - surprise! Another dnf fic. Do you ever expect anything different though?

prompts 10 - “I suggest you run” / 25 - “I’ll give u 5 seconds to escape”  / 26 - “here comes the tk monster”

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 4.7K words)

warnings: romantic dnf! (just some kisses, cuddles and lots of tickles)

George never dreamed that he could be so lucky. Laying next to Dream was something he had always thought about but wasn’t sure if it was something obtainable for him. He never expected for the two to confess their feelings on a cold winter night in December, huddled together for warmth while their heat was out. But here they were months later, still finding themselves tangled up in each other at any chance they got. No matter what the two had going on in their busy schedules, they always made time for cuddles, Dream insisting it was necessary for both of them to get their daily doses in. But George would never complain; why would he? He gets to shove his face into Dream’s neck while he tells George how important he is, how lovely he is, how he’s Dream’s. “Mine” he would always say, and the elder was always quick to respond - “yours, all yours”. George knew he’d never get tired of it. 

There was something else that had made its way into their everyday routine. Something that George never expected to adore so much, but found that he couldn’t handle going without it, not even for a day. It didn’t matter if he was on the receiving or giving end, all he knew was that he needed it; he needed the way that it would end with both of them in a messy pile of giggles and panting, each one trying to catch their own breath for different reasons. But still, they both craved it enough to work it into their day to day schedules. 

This something was tickling. 

It was kind of embarrassing, George had to admit. He was shy about this particular thing with anyone else, always finding ways to escape when his other friends would attempt to start this type of play with him, finding that he really only had a taste for it when he was with Dream. He couldn’t explain it, but it made me feel like he was floating, essentially up on Cloud 9 anytime one of them initiated it. Especially when it was Dream. 

He could be doing anything - sleeping on the couch, watching a movie in the theater room, making food, cuddling - and he was always surprised when Dream’s hands would appear seemingly out of thin air, never hearing the other approach from behind him. Dream’s hands always landed in one of two spots; his hips or his ribs. 

George had been in the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for a snack, his arms raised as he reached for the chips on one of the higher shelves. He grabbed the bag with his pointer and middle finger, barely reaching but somehow coaxing the chips to fall into his hands. He quickly dropped them on the counter with a squeal, arms shooting down to his sides when he felt two squeezes in quick succession to his ribs. 

“Dreheam!” He whined, leaning his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder as he dipped down to wrap his arms around George’s waist. Although Dream had stopped the tickling, the feelings still lingered, a few stray giggles bubbling up his throat and into the small space between them. Dream squeezed tighter, resting his chin on George’s shoulder as he swayed back and forth slightly, eyes closed as he smiled against the smaller boy’s ear. 

“Yes, my love?” Dream answered, his voice low, almost a whisper as he attempted the worst British accent George had ever heard. He rolled his eyes at the nickname, knowing Dream was kidding but feeling the butterflies erupt in his stomach regardless. The brunette whined again, Dream’s arms loosening around him briefly when George turned to face him, looking up into the bright green eyes he could finally admire up close. He was able to see the specks of gold throughout the iris, along with the little brown dot that made its home in Dream’s right eye. 

“What?” The blonde asked nervously, eyes now looking to the side as his cheeks turned a dusty pink, embarrassed at how intensely George was studying him. 

“Nothing, just fawning over you. Can I not adore my boyfriend in peace?” George giggled as Dream let out a groan, leaning forward and placing his forehead against the older boy’s shoulder. George giggled a little harder at the action, wrapping his hands around Dream’s waist and rubbing a soothing hand along his upper back. “What’s wrong, puppy, is there a problem?”

“Oh just…shut up, you little idiot.” Dream mumbled against the shirt he was currently buried in, hugging him tighter with a giggle escaping him even as he tried to sound annoyed. But George knew better - Dream was never annoyed with him. No matter how good of an actor Dream may think he is, George always knew better. 

“I’m an idiot, am I?” George lowered his voice, matching Dream’s tone from the minutes before when he was purring out his words into George’s own ear. He made sure to turn his head so that his lips were pressed against the shell of Dream’s ear as he spoke, smirking when the blonde’s shoulders came up to try and protect it. “Well, I guess you don’t want the surprise I had in mind to cheer you up.” 

“No! What surprise?” Dream stood up quickly, straightening his back and moving his arms from around George’s waist to grip his shoulders, squeezing slightly. The blonde was pouting, looking down at him with the biggest puppy eyes George had ever seen. 

“I don’t know! I’m just an idiot, remember? I forgot what the surprise was.” 

“George!” 

“What?! You’re the one who insulted me!” 

“You know I didn’t mean it!” Dream let out a huff of air in frustration, somewhere between a groan and a growl before leaning his head back against George’s shoulder, landing a little harder than intended and breaking out into bright giggles when the brunette let out a yelp. “Come on, baby, please? For me?” 

The brunette let out an exaggerated sigh, leaning his head to the side to rest against Dream’s. He hugged the taller boy tighter to him, finding it hard to keep his affection in check when he was acting this adorable. George knew that Dream knew that his little pleas always got to him, and hated that he was being molded by Dream like he was putty to get what he wanted. 

George hated that it always worked. 

“Alright you big cry baby, stand up then.” He pushed at Dream’s shoulders, chuckling when he let out a scoff at the name George had called him, the elder always using it on him whenever he was being pouty. Dream adjusted himself, reaching up to fix the Techno cat beanie that seemed to be sewn into his hair with how much he wore it. The blonde was staring down at the smaller boy, bouncing up and down on his toes as he waited for George to continue. 

“You wanna know what your surprise is?” 

“Yes please.” 

“You really wanna know?” 

“Yes! I just said I did!” 

“Are you reaaaaally sure?” 

“George!”

Dream was smiling through his words, trying to press his lips together in a straight line to seem more intimidating but failing miserably. How could he not smile every time he saw George smiling? It was contagious, spreading as easily as the common cold, and Dream caught it every single time. 

“Okahay okay! Here, you can have your surprise.” George was giggling at Dream’s impatience, wanting to drag it out more but knowing that he would be knocked down a peg or two if he tried. And he wasn’t about to open up that can of worms, at least not in that way. George was a planner, and he had already mapped out the idea for retaliation in his head. It was time to set it in motion. 

George leaned forward on his toes, pushing himself up with his lips parted slightly, puckering them when Dream’s lips moved to meet him halfway. When Dream’s eyes slipped closed George made his move, using both hands to quickly scribble into the blonde’s tummy with as much pressure as he could. 

Dream’s eyes immediately shot open, not expecting the tickly fingers against his stomach and doubling over as he laughed loudly, the cackles bouncing around the walls of the kitchen and flowing back into George’s ears. He was smiling as he continued to tickle him, leaning his head to the side and listening to Dream’s laugh like it was the best symphony he’d ever heard. 

But getting lost to the sound of Dream’s giggles was dangerous - George had learned this the hard way many times. It seemed as if he’d have to learn once again as Dream’s hands were suddenly gripping the smaller boy’s wrists together in one hand, successfully stopping the tickling as he straightened up, panting through his remaining giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The look in Dream’s eyes was intense, staring into George’s with the intent to attack. The brunette pulled at his wrists, whimpering when Dream held onto them with a tight grip. 

“D-Dreheam, let go!” George pulled at his wrists again, this time a little harder. He was surprised when he felt Dream’s grasp loosen, allowing him to pull his hands back and hold them against his chest to protect himself. Dream was still staring, looking as if he could swallow George whole if he really wanted to, but a chill ran down George’s spine as the blonde began to smirk. 

“I- Dream I’m-”

“Save it.” 

“What?! Dream, what are you-”

“George,” Dream’s stern tone of voice stopped George’s train of thought, causing his jaw to drop slightly when he saw the blonde lean in close, almost touching his nose to George’s as he continued to speak. “I suggest you run.”

The elder didn’t give himself a chance to pick a destination within the house, only worrying about getting away from Dream, letting his feet carry him wherever they go. He was sprinting towards the steps, frantic laughter exploding from him as the taller boy chased behind him. 

“Oh Geeeeorgeee~!” Dream called as he followed George up the steps, watching the brunette disappear down the hallway at the top of the steps. The blonde was chasing him, but he wasn’t in any hurry - he wanted George to think that he actually had a chance at escaping. That was one of Dream’s favorite things to do - make the lee think they have a chance, just to tear them down into tickly little bits to show them how wrong they were. 

“NOHOHOHO!” Dream heard his blaring screams echoing down the long corridor as he finally reached the top step, just in time to see George’s door slam shut. The younger man chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way down the hallway with minimal sound. 

George was panicking now, looking around his room for places to hide, knowing Dream was going to burst through his door at any second. His eyes landed on the bed as he contemplated squirming his way underneath, but he quickly changed his mind. He knew it was too obvious and he’d be found immediately. Another look around the room and he briefly thought about hiding under his desk as well, but ruled that out when he thought about how exposed he’d be. One last look and George suddenly found a worthy hiding spot - his closet. 

“Here comes the tickle monster!” 

“Shit!” he mumbled under his breath as he heard footsteps getting closer and closer to his room, surging forward and flinging the doors to his closet open before stepping inside. He made sure to close the doors softly, slowly releasing the handles until he heard them lock securely in place. George sat on the floor of his closet, crawling backwards until his body hit the wall. The sudden sound of his bedroom door opening had him flinging a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as he tried his hardest to listen and pinpoint where Dream was within his room. 

“I know you’re in here, Georgie…” He heard the blonde’s voice coming from somewhere across the room, presumably checking under the bed. A second later he heard his blankets ruffling, followed by a loud “AHA!” coming from Dream. George thanked his lucky stars he didn’t settle for his original thought for a hiding spot. 

“Looks like someone got a little smarter at hide and seek, huh?” 

George could practically hear his heart beating, feeling it pounding in his chest as he moved to clamp his free hand over his mouth as well. He was aware of his breathing and how loud it was, and tried to adjust accordingly; every inhale was shallow, and every exhale was shaky as he tried to keep the noise to a minimum. 

“I’m gonna find you, baby. You know you can’t hide from me for long.” He rolled his eyes as he heard the smirk in Dream’s voice, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly at the comment from the younger boy. George sat up slightly, trying to look through the crack of the door to see if he could see any movement when suddenly the closet doors flung open, allowing the light to pour in and reveal the brunette in his vulnerable position on the ground. 

“GOTCHA GEORGIE!” Dream was cackling like a witch, lunging forward and grabbing at George with both hands, laughing harder when George’s limbs kept evading capture. He was flailing against the carpet, kicking up and thrashing his arms in every direction to keep Dream from getting a good grip. 

“D-Dreheheam no no no! Don’t, pl-pleheHEASE DOHON’T!” 

The blonde had successfully captured one of George’s ankles, pulling it towards himself to allow his free hand to grab onto the other ankle. Dream stood up, dragging George out from the closet as the older boy shrieked and clawed at the carpet, even going as far as to grab onto the doorframe of the closet so Dream couldn’t pull him out fully. 

“So that’s how this is gonna go, hm? You’re gonna be a brat?” Dream sighed in faux disappointment, shaking his head slightly as George watched his movements with wide eyes. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace, the smile never leaving his face as George tried to regulate his breathing, adjusting his grip on the wooden frame as he shrugged his shoulders at Dream. 

The younger boy giggled and shrugged his shoulders back at George before using his middle fingers of both hands to trace along the arches of the smaller boy’s feet, making him kick and immediately lose his grip from the door. Dream used this opportunity to yank at his ankles once more, successfully pulling George completely out of the closet and into the center of his own room. Dream smirked down at the boy beneath him, poking a few times at the tummy that was now on full display due to his shirt being pulled up to just under his ribs from being dragged against the carpet. 

George was smacking his hands against the ground, trying to push himself up on his elbows and kick himself free, but it was all for nothing. Dream made his way from George’s ankles to straddling his hips, laughing when the elder pulled his arms back and folded them across his chest as a way to try and keep Dream from taking them. They both knew this was useless. They both went along with it anyway like it wasn’t. 

“I’ll give you five seconds to escape.” 

“Wh- Dream, what?! You’re….You’re holding mehehe down!” George looked up at Dream, seeing the mischief sparkling in his eyes as he moved and wrapped both hands around both of George’s wrists.

“Five.” 

“Dream! Nohoho! Lehet me gohoho!” 

“Four.” Dream pulled George’s wrists away from his body, chuckling quietly as he tried to keep the stern look on his face. 

“Three.” 

“Nohoho no! No, baby, Dream, plehehease!” George was squealing as Dream moved both wrists above his head, pushing them into the ground to show George how stuck he actually was. No matter how hard George yanked his arms or squirmed side to side, he made absolutely zero progress in defending himself. 

“Two….” Dream moved both of George’s wrist into one hand, using his now free hand to wiggle his fingers in a claw shape above his boyfriend’s torso. 

“Nohoho! D-Dreheheam, nohot fair!” George squeezed his eyes shut to avoid seeing the taunting hand, regretting it a second later when he felt that same hand vibrating into the right side of his ribcage, fingers making their way down the bottom set to give the sensitive skin there some attention as well. 

“One! The tickle monster is here George, I tried to warn you!” 

“NAHAHA!” George was lost in a world of hysterical laughter, the sounds of his screams and squeals making it hard to even hear Dream’s teases.

“You only have yourself to blame, babycakes!”

“EHEHEW WHAHAT?!” George scrunched up his face through his laughter at the pet name, shaking his head as Dream began to laugh along with him.

“Oh come on, it fits! You’re my baby, and you’re sweet! Like cake,” Dream knew that if George didn’t already have his eyes squeezed shut, he would’ve received a huge eye roll at the cringey remark. “Which is why it’s just so tempting to just…take a bite out of you.”

George squirmed to the side when he felt a nibble against his neck, just below his ear, making him shriek before breaking out into giggles. The brunette shook his head again, making Dream switch to wiggling a finger under his arm, making quick but light circles over the fabric of his shirt. 

“Nohoho! Nohoho Dream! Dohohon’t!” He was pulling at his wrists, kicking behind him as he tried to squirm his way out of Dream’s grip. The blonde noticed and stopped briefly, using both hands to readjust the hold before pushing them down against the carpet.

“Dreheam, come on-!” George’s words caught in his throat when opened his eyes briefly, being met with the sight of Dream’s face, much closer than he anticipated. He swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to watch the younger boy’s smirk spread across his face. George could feel his face getting warmer, not knowing what to say now that Dream was so close. His eyes squeezed shut once more when he saw Dream lean down, feeling lips grazing against his jaw before stopping right below his ear. George squirmed with a squeak when he felt Dream press a kiss there before he continued. 

“Come on, pretty boy, you didn’t think I’d just let you get away with that, did you?” Dream’s voice was almost a whisper, sending George into a tiny fit of giggles at the feeling. He didn’t have the chance to respond, screaming out when he felt Dream’s hand scribbling against the side of his tummy, the left side of his body this time. George flung himself to the right, squealing again when the tickling hand followed his every move. 

“Dreheheheam! Nahahaha plehease!” 

George was thrashing, his fists opening and closing on their own accord. Dream’s hand never seemed to stay in one spot for long. As quickly as the tickling started on the side of his tummy, it was gone not even ten seconds later, now exploring the stretched out ribs. He felt Dream spread his fingers as far as they’d go, slotting all five finger tips between the sensitive bones before shaking his hand as fast as he could. George shrieked at that, somehow bucking his hips up enough to actually disturb Dream’s balance for a moment. 

“Oh my God, George! You just lifted me!” The blonde was laughing, stopping the tickling as he pulled himself together, allowing George to also get his breathing somewhat regulated as well. Dream sat up on his knees, scooting himself up a little higher on George’s thighs before lowering himself back down, situating himself before deciding he was ready to continue.  

George’s eyes were still closed, his head tipped back as he took in jagged breaths, when he felt a kiss against the base of his throat, making him curl in on himself. He quickly attempted to put his chin down to cover the area, but instead came to a stop against the side of Dream’s neck, unable to protect himself. George shook his head from side to side as his boyfriend shook his head, rubbing his stubble from his chin against George’s collarbone and sending him into a frenzy of frantic giggles.

“Staha-stohop!” George’s eyes flew open, laughing so hard he swore he would lose his voice after Dream was done with him. Dream sat up, leaning forward to give George a kiss when the brunette turned his head to the side with a loud whine in protest, giving Dream the angriest look he could muster up through his continuous giggles. 

The younger boy’s jaw dropped, immediately drawing butterflies out from the depths of Georges stomach, making them flutter like they were trying to force their way out of him. His giggles went silent, the two locking eyes as Dream continued to draw out the anticipation. 

When George opened his mouth to speak, Dream’s hand suddenly came back to life. Only this time, when he was expecting the hand to return to his ribs, his right hand made contact with George’s hip bone, squeezing and kneading into it with his thumb and making him squeal. His feet were stomping against the carpet, trying to push himself up by digging his heels into the carpet, but he was too weak from laughing. 

“NAHAHA!” His wrists were suddenly free and George flung them down against his sides, trapping Dream’s hands where they had migrated under his arms. The elder knew this game - it was one of his boyfriend’s signature moves whenever he got into tickle fights. No matter who it was with, he always somehow got his hands trapped under the other person’s arms. It was truly a talent George wished he possessed. 

“Oh no, baby! I’m stuck! You need to lift your arms!” Dream cried out in a fake panic, only making George laugh harder as a result of his idiotic act. 

“Y-You’re nohohot! Gehehet out!” George was squirming back and forth, head thrown back with his arms crossed over his chest, his hands gripping onto Dream’s wrists and pulling like his life depended on it. 

“Hmmm….” Dream sat back slightly, hands still kneading under George’s arms into the sensitive muscles by the fronts of them, smiling as he watched the smaller boy under him continue to laugh his heart out. “I think I’m gonna need you to lift your arms.” 

“Wh- Noho!” 

“Come on, just a little bit? I just need a little space! Then I could wiggle them free!” George let out a yelp as Dream wiggled his fingers to try and pretend to get free, continuing to poke and prod even as George agreed over and over again. 

“I said okahahahay! S-Stohohop I’ll do it!” 

Dream raised his eyebrows slightly, his hands slowly coming to a stop, no longer moving and giving George a chance to get used to the feeling for a moment. George brought his hands up to cover his face, giggling in embarrassment as Dream gave him a few words of encouragement. After a few seconds, George removed his hands from his face and squeezed his eyes shut so he couldn’t see Dream’s teasy smile. He made the jittery move of raising his arms slightly, his elbows barely above his shoulders, just becoming vulnerable, before flinging them back down when he felt fingers drilling into his top ribs. 

“DR-DREHEHE- STAHAHAP! WHY- I DIHIHID IHIHIHIT! P-PLEHEHEASE!” George could feel the wetness in the corners of his eyes as the tears started falling, his laughter finally sending him over the edge and bringing on the waterworks. Of course he wasn’t actually crying in distress, and Dream knew this, having experienced this countless times. 

“Awh baby, are you crying because of how much it tickles? My poor little kitten,” Dream teased over George’s hysterical laughter, falling forward slightly when George bent his knees, bringing them up and slamming them into Dream’s back. “Ouch okay okahay! No need to get violent!” 

“Sohohorry!” The brunette knew Dream wasn’t serious but decided to apologize anyway, hoping to give himself more of a chance of escaping sooner than later. It would seem his theory was correct, feeling Dream’s hands coming to a stop once more. Dream nodded his head and George took in a shaky breath, lifting his arms above his head slowly, making sure to use every ounce of willpower to keep them up. 

“Good boy, George. I told you that you could do it!” Dream moved his hands from under the smaller boy’s arms, grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling George up into a sitting position so the blonde could wrap his arms around him. 

“Nnnh…” The elder whined, wrapping his arms tightly around Dream’s waist and smiling into his chest when he felt two kisses placed on the top of his head. He leaned his head back, looking up at Dream and giving him a sleepy smile, eyes half closed from how exhausted he was as he continued to let out little squeaks and giggles from the leftover tickles still dancing over his skin. 

“You tired, baby? Did I go too far?” Dream’s voice lowered on the second question, letting out a sigh of relief when George immediately shook his head, letting him know that his boyfriend was truly okay. 

“I am very tired, you big bully. You just tickled me to death!” George continued to complain as Dream rolled his eyes and made a move to stand, gripping the smaller boy’s thighs and squeezing once to make him bark out a laugh before hoisting him up and moving both of them to the bed. He placed George down first, watching him make his way under the grey covers of his own bed before Dream climbed in after him. The blonde rested his head on the pillow, adjusting himself until he was in a comfortable position and giggling when George was immediately clinging to him. 

“I know I know, I’m sorry baby. You were really cute though!” Dream giggled again as George let out a whine at the compliment, hiding his face further into the younger boy’s neck. Dream ran a hand up and down George’s back, helping him calm down and allowing him to relax. Suddenly Dream gasped, startling George and making him squeak as he sat back to look at Dream with wide eyes.

“What?!” 

“I never got my surprise!” 

George broke out into giggles at the comment, rolling his eyes and lifting his left hand to run through the wild curls that were hanging over Dream’s forehead. He shook his head slowly, smiling wide as he moved his hand down to the back of the blonde’s neck, pulling him forward and connecting their lips in a quick kiss. He could feel Dream smiling against his lips, pulling back and opening his eyes to see Dream still smiling, looking at George like he was the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen. 

“There, you idiot. You got your surprise. Now cuddle me, I deserve it after that.” Dream giggled, pulling George back into the crook of his neck while he wrapped his arms around him again, holding him as close as he could get. 

“Alright grumpy. I’ll allow it,” George jabbed at Dream’s side, making him squeal before grabbing at the smaller boy’s hand. “Hey, don’t push it! You’re lucky I love you.” 

“Nn mmhn mm.” Dream heard a muffled reply against his neck, giggling and lifting the shoulder that George’s head rested on to get him out of his hiding spot. He of course knew that George returned the sentiment, but Dream wasn’t going to let him go that easily. 

“What George? What was that?” 

“NNh mmhhn m!” 

“Whaaaaat?”

“I love you! There, happy idiot?!” 

“With you? Always.” 

George let out a groan, pretending to hate how sappy the younger boy was. Dream just laughed, pressing another kiss on the top of George’s head before leaning his cheek against it, allowing his eyes to close as they both drifted off into a much needed nap. 

[mystwrites]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Fic List

Belated Birthday Gift! (lee!Tanjiro & ler!Rengoku)🪶

Third Times a Charm (lee!Koku, lers!Douma & Akaza)🪶

Sentence Starters

lee!Giyuu & ler!Shinobu

lee!Enmu & ler!Douma

lee!Douma & ler!Gyutaro

lee!Genya &lers!Tanjiro & Nezuko

lee!Tanjiro & ler!Tengen

lee!Giyuu & ler!Shinobu

lee!gyomei & lers!rentenmitsu

lee!Koku & ler!Douma

Headcanons

Main Trio Tickle HCs

Hashira Tickle HCs

Upper Moons + Rui & Enmu Tickle HCs

Tickletober Drabbles🪶

Day 2: Accidental (lee!Rengoku & ler!Tanjiro)

Day 5: “I’m Not Ticklish” (lee!Giyuu/ler Rengoku)

Day 6: Chase (lees!Rui & Enmu/ler!Akaza)

Day 7: Flustered ( lee!Douma/ler!Koku)

Day 13: Sneak Attack (lee!Akaza/ler!Douma)

Day 14: Soft ( lee!Koku/ler!Douma)

Day 15: Tickle Fight (Hashira)

Day 20: Relentless (lee!Inosuke & ler!Tanjiro)

Day 21: New Discoveries (lee!Muichiro & ler!Tanjiro)

Day 22: Ticklish Kiss (lee!Yoriichi/ler!Uta)

Day 28: Massage (lee!Akaza/ler!Koku)

Art

Two Against One: Part 1

Two Against One: Part 2

Two Against One: Part 3

Playful Punishment: lee!Akaza & ler!Koku

Trick, Treat, Tickles!: lee!Koku &lers!Akaza & Douma

Modern AU KokuDouma: lee!Douma & ler!Koku

Tickle Attack!: lee!Akaza & lers! Douma & Koku

Modern AU KokuDouma: Raspberries! lee!Douma & ler!Koku

Akaza’s Belly Laugh: lee!Akaza & ler!Douma

New Tickle Spot!: lee!Akaza & ler!Koku

[thebest-medicine]

could a gal get some Widowmauk (with or without a little Essek in there) for 7, “No way, you’re ticklish here too?” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Prompt 7 - "No way, you're ticklish here too?"

A/N: a gal can indeed! everything is better with a little Essek ;)

…

“No way, you’re ticklish here too?” Molly observes, smiling as he flicks a finger over Caleb’s ear and the wizard flinches in response.

“Ja, hehe, cut it out.” Caleb protests half-heartedly, swatting aimlessly over at the tiefling.

“I thought ticklish ears were reserved for our gorgeous little drow.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Mollymauk. Have we tried yours?”

“Ha, me?” Molly says nonchalantly.

“Yes, you.” Caleb snickers before twisting and reaching up to grab at Molly’s shoulder and horns. He wrestles them around laughing until he somehow ends up on top of the purple tiefling, holding his head to the side with one horn firmly in his grip.

They’re both laughing, Molly putting up a token struggle as Caleb leans in to blow on Mollymauk’s ear.

Molly squeaks, trying to curl into his shoulder but blocked by Caleb’s hold on his horn. Caleb uses his other hand to flutter along the shell of Molly’s ear and he squeals, falling into sweet, hiccuping laughter.

“Ah! Eheehee- Cahahahaleb! Hahah!”

“See? You’re ticklish here too.” Caleb informs his giggling puddle of a companion.

By the time Essek makes it upstairs with the tea, Molly is curled into a flailing little ball, his tail lashing weakly against the bed.

“Good morning, Liebchen, our friend here was being a little meddlesome this morning…so.” Caleb smiles sweetly as Essek enters.

“I see.” Essek sets down the tray of tea. “Would you like some help?”

“Of course.” Caleb grins.

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[otomiyaa]

Woop woop! It's my baby's bday!! @ticklygiggles!!! While I would've loved to spoil you with a celebration week like you did for me (the bar was very high), I'll be traveling for work soon and will be busy, so it's spam time.....! 😳

I know you'd like to wreck all three of these lovelies with tickles and the game teases you too much. So here are 3 drabbles with them:

1: Lee Zayne drabble

2: Lee Rafayel drabble

3: Lee Xavier drabble

Also, here is the revival of 3 of our collabs:

Reuploads of these collabs with a fresh new epilogue for each written by yours truly. These fics were actually lost and could be saved again thanks to our dearest @wertzunge ^^

1: Remissio - Victuuri

2: Sweet Revenge - Reigisa & Sourin

3: Second Declaration of Love - Hayato x Ryuuichi

Bonus: a little tickly moodboard of a lovely man 🤭

[awkwardtickleetoo]

One Sided Tickle Fight

hello!! we're BACK (hopefully)!!!

I'm hoping that posting this fic will help me get back into the groove of posting and being more present here, because I realize I've been pretty absent for a while and I miss being around. so let's all manifest that it sticks lmao

also I was kind of debating on posting this because i wasn't sure how much I liked it?? originally the plan was for it to be a drabble but it ended up being over 2k words, so for a while I thought it was too long. but I was reassured that it's still good, so you guys have to be nice to me or I'll fight you about it /lh

but anyway!! I hope everyone enjoys this fic. it's inspired by 2 pictures of george that I saw and subsequently freaked out about (mushie can confirm). the pictures will be under the cut.

lee!george, ler!sapnap, ler!dream, 2.6k words

enjoy :)

inspired by these pictures:

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"This is so stupid."

"You're stupid."

"You're stupid!"

"Great comeback, genius."

"You're both stupid, actually," Dream finally interjected, rolling his eyes at the argument between his two friends and readjusting his grip on George's wrist that he had pinned above his head.

George's head tilted back to watch Dream's movements, his jaw dropping open slightly as he tried to use the opportunity to pull his arm back down. Dream didn't let him, simply pressing his thumb firmer into the thin skin of George's inner wrist and gently rubbing in an attempt to calm him. He half expected Dream to start cooing at him, shushing and soothing him like a kitten at a vet's office before a check-up.

George huffed at the feeling instead, unfathomably annoyed that it was actually working, as he attempted to bend his elbow enough to dislodge his arm from Dream's hold. Once again, Dream didn't let him budge, instead just tugging George's wrist up higher and twisting his entire arm so his palm was half-pressed against the bed instead of the back of his hand. George gasped, trying to turn his hand back to make his arm flat. The new position made it almost impossible to do much other than shake his arm and lift his elbow a mere few inches off the bed, only to slam it down again.

"Dream! That's not fair," George practically whined, flexing his fingers in their sideways position as he squirmed. George swung his free arm over his head, bending it to let his fingers wrap around his strained bicep. He would've been more nervous about exposing his other armpit if he hadn't made Sapnap pinky promise that he was ONLY allowed to tickle the side of his torso that his pinned arm was on, and he knew Sapnap's word was good… for that day, at least.

"I think it's plenty fair, pretty boy," Sapnap piped up from his place on top of George. He'd been straddling the tops of George's thighs, knees brought in tight around his hips to keep his body somewhat still. They all knew George would find a way to squirm like his life depended on it anyway, but Dream and Sapnap were both prepared to handle whatever he could throw at them. They were used to his squirming by now.

"Wh–" George blurted out, cheeks turning pink at the name, biting his lip to hide a smile as he turned his head to the side and buried his face in the arm that was still covered by a hoodie sleeve. Earlier, at the start of the whole thing, Dream and Sapnap had pushed his hoodie up and forced his arm out of it, leaving half his body clad in only his t-shirt and the other half still covered by the hoodie to drive home the fact that they were serious about only tickling one half of his body. "Y-you can't say that, oh my god."

"He definitely can," Dream stated, as if it was a simple fact of life, reaching his free hand over to trace over the shell of George's ear. "Especially if it's true, Georgie~"

George practically squeaked, jerking his head even further into his sleeve as well as tilted down towards his shoulder to hide his ear. The position did not look comfortable at all to Dream and Sapnap, as confirmed by George when he moved his fingers from gripping his arm to cover his ear with his sleeve-covered palm instead.

"Okahay! Stop– stohop doing thahat–'' He giggled out, letting his head rest against the bed as he rubbed the leftover tickles off his ear. Dream smiled, pinching the tip of his ear and mumbling something about it being "so warm, oh my god, George, your ears are burning hot and bright red" that only served to make the blush on George's face even darker.

"Stop doing that? Alright, I'll do this instead," Sapnap said as he trailed two fingers down George's arm– starting as his inward-turned wrist right under where Dream's fingers were holding, then down his forearm, stopping to lightly scratch at the area on the inside of George's elbow to hear him squeal, then all down his tricep, stopping when be just barely grazed the top of George's shirt sleeve.

George was pretty sure he could've lost it right then and there, the light, barely present touch just enough to make him squirm, exactly as predicted, like his life depended on it.

His shoulder tried to turn itself any way it could, twisting his elbow with it and continuously moving the top edge of the sleeve each time, only exposing more of his underarm in the process. His arm shook with the attempt to pull it down– if you could even call it an attempt. Dream had loosened his hold significantly, and all that really happened was George flinching his arm and jerking his wrist slightly, so Dream knew he couldn't have been trying too hard. He still held tighter anyway, not wanting to call George out just yet. He was content sitting with the knowledge for a bit longer, pretending to be ignorant so he could knock down George's walls later.

He was cut off from his thoughts by the sound of George whimpering and whining softly as he pressed his lips together to stop himself from laughing.

The fingers on George's free hand ran through his own hair and held for a few seconds before he let go and tightly curled up his fist, letting it rest on top of his head. Immediately after, a particularly loud squeak got him flustered enough to slam a hand over his own mouth. Dream and Sapnap both giggled at his reactions, making him let out the tiniest of giggles, before flushing even more red and squeezing his eyes shut. All three of them knew that the one giggle was about to end him, and was the start of his resolve breaking down.

"C'mon, George, just let it out," Sapnap pushed gently, pausing his trailing fingers to play with the hem of George's shirt sleeve– pulling on it, flattening it out against his arm, rolling it between his fingers, anything he could think of. George turned his head to watch his fingers move, unexpectedly calmed by the idle movements, until Sapnap spoke again. "I mean, you know why we're here, don't you? You agreed to this, you said yes to the deal… We're here because you said you'd let me tickle your poor, defenseless underarm and down to your boney ass ribs until I'm satisfied, and until we feel like you've had enough. So it's not like we're gonna stop if you don't laugh… might as well just bite the bullet, baby." Sapnap punctuated his sentence by slowly pulling George's sleeve down to expose his vulnerable underarm.

"N-nohoho! Don't, plehehease–" George pleaded as Sapnap's teasing and the pet name tacked onto the end finally pushed him over the edge and sent giggles tumbling out of his mouth. He crossed his free arm over his chest, using his fingertips to hold the arm of his t-shirt in place so Sapnap couldn't pull it down any more. His pointer finger pressed down the top seam, and his ring finger rested exactly against the center of his armpit, and he gave Sapnap his best pleading eyes, hoping it would help his case.

He knew he couldn't be that lucky, though.

"Hey." It was Dream who chimed in this time, and George looked up at him with wide eyes at the sudden stern tone, pressing his fingers in harder as he giggled almost involuntarily at Dream's facial expression. "Come on, George, you know that won't do anything."

"Dream, plehease–"

"That's not gonna work this time."

"But, I–"

"I don't care."

"Dream!"

"George, I am the only one who's stopping Sapnap from absolutely destroying you right now. So shut the fuck up or I'll let him do whatever he wants."

George's eyes widened even more at Dream's words, caught off guard by how nonchalant his tone was with such a harsh statement, breath catching in his throat with how shaky his inhale was. He looked away immediately after, his head reeling as he swallowed against the lump in his throat thinking about the idea.

"Mhm- okay… m'sorry," George mumbled, nodding to himself as he spoke, looking off to the side to avoid eye contact.

"I know you are, angel, but I just had to make sure you knew all that, okay? So just relax and let Sapnap do his thing, and I'll make sure he takes good care of you, yeah? That sounds pretty good, I think," Dream explained, using his signature softer voice, and smiling as George mumbled a little 'mhm' as he pushed his face further into the sheets below him.

George intended to stay that way, until he felt Sapnap trying to pull his pointer finger away from where he was holding it over his armpit. The feeling of his finger being moved immediately drew his head back out, and he pressed his hand tighter against his arm to counteract Sapnap's pulling.

"No! Noho, oh god, Sapnap, please," he whined, shaking his head and clamping his fingers down as tight as he could without digging his nails into his own arm. He looked up at Sapnap as he pleaded, yanking once at his pinned arm– for the first time in a while, Dream noted.

Sapnap only giggled at his pleads, letting George relax slightly as he acted like he wouldn't continue.

Until he started poking his two pointer fingers anywhere that George's fingers didn't cover. He started above his hand, making George squeak and move his hand up to cover that area. Then, he used the new real estate to migrate his poking down to underneath his hand, able to reach the very edge of George's armpit for a few pokes before he immediately moved his hand back down with a strained whine. George had pinned his fingers together in his movements, and he fanned them out to cover as much space as possible.

Which only gave Sapnap the opportunity to poke at the spaces between his fingers instead.

"Sapnahahap!" George whined through his laughter, fingers twitching as he tried to cover more with each poke. Sapnap still giggled at him, unable to stop himself from showing his amusement at George's reactions. Dream smiled down at him, reaching over to play with George's hair and rest his palm on his head.

"Come on, sweet boy, you have to let him do it," Dream coaxed, rubbing his thumb on George's wrist and squeezing once for reassurance. "He'll be gentle."

"Maybe," Sapnap said with a smirk, pulling at George's hand again, this time able to pull his first two fingers off before he lost his grip.

"I can't, I cahan't, Dream, please don't mahake me," George begged, looking up at Dream with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

"Darling, we're not making you do anything. You agreed, and it's clear that you want this. I've felt you pull at your arm maybe twice total, and we both know if you didn't want this you could be squirming a lot more. So just move your hand and the wait will be over," Dream explained, keeping his tone calm and reassuring even as he dropped the bombshell that he'd been aware of George's feelings the whole time. George let out a whine, tilting his head back and tipping his chin up as he closed his eyes tight.

"Dreheheam, you– I-I… why wohould you sahay thahahat…" George whined, looking anywhere but up at Dream or Sapnap.

"Because it's true. You don't have to pretend, Georgie," Dream continued to play with George's hair, smiling as he pushed his head up into the touch a few times. He went to speak, stuttering out a few syllables until he finally caught Dream's eyes. Dream could see they were slightly glassy, and he smiled softly, scrunching up his nose as he watched George nod his head in understanding, a silent 'thank you' that they've encountered many times before.

"Look, George," Sapnap cut back in, wanting to get the ball rolling, as he posed his fingers in a claw in the air, about half a foot above George's armpit. "Oooooh, Georgie~ it's tiiiiime~"

"Nohoho, no! Dohohon't doho it!" George argued, smile brighter than the sun as he kept switching between lifting his fingers slightly to pull them away and pushing his hand forward to cover his armpit.

Dream's words had really gotten to him, seeping into his brain and infecting his thoughts. He knew he wanted to just lay there and let Sapnap tickle him to tears– he couldn't think about a single thing other than that, actually– but he still couldn't bring himself to move his hand away and let himself be that vulnerable. He settled on pulling his shaky hand away, but letting his palm hover barely half an inch above his armpit, able to crash back down if he needed to.

"I have to, George! I have to do it! We made the rules, it would be cruel of me to disregard them now, wouldn't it?" Sapnap explained as he slowly started descending his claw hand down towards George's armpit. George shook his head immediately, attempting to squirm and kick slightly on instinct, but quickly finding that he was too heavily pinned to move as much as he'd hoped.

"Noho, no, Sapnahap, plehehease!" George begged as he tried to twist his shoulders instead, turning his elbow out and halfway-leaning onto his side.

"Almost there! In threeeee…" Sapnap teased, pushing his fingers forward and pulling them back as they slowly lessened the distance to George's skin.

"Nohohoho!"

"Twooooooo…"

"Sapnahahap!"

"Two and a haaaaaalf…"

"Dreheam, help mehehe!"

"No can do, sweetheart, you're on your own here."

"No!"

"Aaaaaaaand… one!" Sapnap finished, yelling a little louder than before, as he drove his hand forward towards George. George screamed, clenching his fists and tensing his entire body as he prepared for the onslaught of tickles that were about to hit him.

But there was nothing.

He peeked one eye open– he wasn't sure when he'd squeezed them shut, but it was enough for spots to show up when he opened them– to see Sapnap's claw hand frozen barely a centimeter away from the back of his palm that covered his underarm. He let out a breathy whimper, glancing up at Sapnap to see a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

"Oh, man… you should've heard how loud you screamed, that was so good," He teased, and George opened his mouth to protest.

But the second he did, there were knuckles digging into the top of his ribs and rubbing against the bones, and all his words were lost to another scream.

"OHOHOH MY GOHOHOD SAPNAHAHAP!" George yelled through his laughter, his hand moving from hovering over his armpit to grabbing desperately at Sapnap's hand. Sapnap's response was to simply use his free hand to grab George's wrist and pin it to his chest, keeping him from being able to cover his armpit anymore as he migrated his tickling up there. He switched back to his fingers, finally pulling George's sleeve down and scratching his nails at the sensitive area. "NOHOHO, THAHAT'S NOT FAHAHAIR!"

"I cannot fucking believe you fell for that, Gogy. It's absolutely fair if you were that stupid."

George shook his head, unable to do much else other than laugh himself silly. His cheeks flushed impossibly more, and he clenched his fist against his chest.

The rest of the morning was spent with the three of them in that exact position, Dream and Sapnap smiling and giggling along with a squirming, kicking, happily laughing, giddy George, and none of them would ever want that to change.

Except maybe when George forces both of them to let him get revenge… maybe George likes that idea a little more.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi, can I ask for a Fik lee! han Ler! Minho. The story is like this, Minho noticed that Han is lying on the bed sad all day today, he decided to cheer him up and tickle him, but Han is afraid of tickling only on the ribs

Longing - Part 2 

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝒍𝒆𝒓: minho

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 drabble 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: this is a drabble; it is meant to be short

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @dandyboyseungmo @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

minho walked into the room, eyeing the boy laying on the bed. 

“what’s wrong, hannie?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“hyung, i’m not feeling…well again.” jisung admitted truthfully. 

“i’m unable to focus or do anything productive, and it’s making me anxious, and because i’m anxious, i can’t get anything done. it’s a whole negative feedback loop…” 

jisung tried not to tear up, he needed to stay strong. he couldn’t keep crying like this. 

“oh, hannie, it’s okay to have days like this. it happens every once in a while. do you maybe…want to cheer up?” minho hinted, smirking when the quokka’s cheeks flushed a cute pink. 

“…yes please…” the younger squeaked out, immediately covering his face when minho straddled his waist. 

“no no, i wanna see your smile. don’t hide it.” minho dug softly into hannie’s tummy, loving the squeal along with the weak squirming produced by the younger. 

the older pried jisung’s hands off of his face, instead holding them above his head, only flustering the boy more.  

“hyuhuhuhung! plehehease!” hannie squealed and bucked to the left when lino’s hand dug into his right side. 

“please what? keep going? somewhere else? you gotta use your words, sweetie.” minho cooed sweetly, his face flushing at the sight of the younger helplessly giggling under him. 

“keeheheep gohoing!” jisung squeaked, giggling when minho smiled down at him softly. 

“okay, dear~”

i hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love ya! 💕💗💖

[trrickytickle]

Ten-Tickles 🛸

the punchline was “what does it take to make an alien laugh?” but then again, title would get too long. last fic i did for this franchise was so bad (it was pretty much a glorified headcanon list) so i deleted it 💀 Be warned, a lot of these drabbles have the same sort of wafer-thin setup, I just need excuses to write the situations they're in.

Self-indulgent switch Ben+Gwen drabbles I did in between prompts and such. because 1) I’m a 2000s CN kid and 2) I’m trash lmao. Props to my brother for putting up with me for asking him questions about a show I haven’t seen in years and then again it was only bits and pieces of said show. they should have had a tk scene let me live my truth. and yes i've never watched this show in years but i do have a human encyclopedia at my disposal (shoutout again to my poor brobro)

But anyways, oh my DAYS, Ben and Gwen. Still essential parts of EVERY tickle doodle sheet. They were THE ler-leaning switches ever in my day (old hag voice). DEF annoying lers, tk potential THROUGH DA ROOOOF but the shenanigans are better in small doses. footerfeet tickles in ditto + wildvine + greymatter drabbles btw (if u dont like) (OH and in the last drabble as well)

I am NOT familiar at all with any of the story stuff or like 128923 other serieses. All I know is that there's a blue furry now and what my brother tells me (a whole bunch, it's the tism) (same). This is just my brainvomit.  So yeah. These are the small shenanigan doses. 10 drabbles, 10 aliens, that’s the gist.  YEAH IM TRASH SUE ME

Putting the weird gut-wrenching feeling he got after the Omnitrix would power down again aside, Ghostfreak was a fun one. What was not to love about phasing through walls like a peeping Tom and scaring the crap out of little kids? Best part was- Gwen didn’t seem to like him.

This past summer, the Rustbucket had parked its tires down next to many, many art museums, much to Ben’s dismay. The Cleveland Art Museum was no different to him (it was in Ohio, so it was probably worse).  Marble statues and paintings filled a lifeless square with ivory walls as if to compensate for something. Like the art strung up on the walls, it was a tragic sight. Ben gave a loud groan, to which Grandpa Max shushed in response.

“Look, it’s all part of the deal-” he lectured. “We went where you wanted to go-”

“Blehh-bleh-blehh-bleh-bleh-bleh-bleeh..” Ben mocked, just barely brushing past a delicate display.

“Can’t you have some culture, mush-for-brains!?” Gwen snapped. “This place has lots of history behind it!”

They kept walking, stopping to admire piece after piece after piece, and then they just had to read the little information cards on the bottom. Boring.

“Yeah, yeah, history, schmistory. The guy who drew that’s probably dead anyway. Speaking of dead…” Slamming the dial on a spooky silhouette, Ghostfreak floated up with a chill in the frigid air. 

 "Boo!" he joked, startling Gwen (and everyone else in the museum) with a jolt. She scowled, glaring daggers into Ghostfreak's single pupil.

“What? This place is practically a ghost town already.” Another glare from the ginger. “Tough crowd, I guess.”  Ghostfreak phased through a few statues and peeled off its skin to scare onlookers, then went back to bother Gwen again.

“Heeeeeyyy…” 

"What.” Gwen snapped, turning around from her view of a sculpture. The alien dove through her torso, phasing through and quite literally getting inside her head, possessing her and stringing her hands around like a disorganized puppeteer.

"Stop tickling yourself." Ghostfreak rasped. Out of her control, Gwen's own hands danced around her tummy. Her possessed body struggled to keep from breaking out in a laughing fit, snickering, snorting and gritting her teeth.

"NGH-gh-hh-heh.." Gwen grunted, contorting her twisting smile into a grimace. Her own arms still moved unwillingly around her sides, and Ghostfreak's teasing whispers rang through her own corporal body.

"Stop tickling yourself. Stop tickling yourself. Stooop tickling yourself~" Her cousin's nagging voice surrounded Gwen's thoughts louder than usual, and if that wasn't bad enough, her own fingers involuntarily dug their way into her ribs, and along the hallowing halls reverberated her shrill, loud shriek.

'Hehehe-haha-hYIEEEEK!! Youhohou're such a dweeb!!" Through laughter, her own hands squeesed their way down her sides.

Ghostfreak phased out of her, laughing in a strange demented manner. Scowling, Gwen and Grandpa Max were dragged out of the building whilst Ben floated behind, gloating.

Well, this wasn't the first place they were kicked out of.

The Plumber base was cool at first. The secret entrance was cool. The alien ray-guns were cool. Even the prospect of plain old Grandpa kicking butt for a living was cool. As visits became more frequent, the wow-factor dulled. Grandpa Max would almost always be off discussing confidential matters, and Ben and Gwen would be left to their own devices under the vague condition of "don't touch anything", and more often than not, Ben would run into a room he wasn't allowed in while Gwen ran after him, and such was the case. A monitor twice the size of a movie screen fell before the cousins' eyes, with a keyboard thrice as wide to boot.

"Too many failed login attempts. Try again in fifteen minutes!?" Ben groaned. "You'd think we'd be allowed to test some of this stuff out.."

"What part of "don't touch anything" do you not understand, bozo?" Gwen retorted.

"Relax, it's not like he'll notice.." Ben shrugged in response, fingers wriggling over the cluttered keyboard. Before he could lay a finger on it, Gwen held him up by the back of his shirt.

"Hey! Do I look like I want Grandpa to kill us?"

Writhing, Ben looked down, turning the Omnitrix dial and slamming it, resulting in a mass of neon-streaked ferrofluid coagulating into his technological form. Upgrade slithered its way out of Gwen's reach and enveloped the screen, and Ben was interlinked to the monitor.

"Wo-ho-hoah! Look at all these! I don't even know what to name all of them!" Upgrade chirped, putty-like head popping out of the monitor. Slides of alien data files popped up in duochromatic green and black. Gwen groaned in frustration and scoured the keyboard for some sort of power down switch.

"Come on, come on! The Plumbers should know where to put a dang off button!" Disgruntled, Gwen's fingers closed as many tabs as her cousin could open. Ben felt jolts of static zapping at his mechanical form. For every press on the unnecessarily complicated contraption, the little zaps would grow increasingly inconvenient. And they tickled. Bad. Upgrade thrashed, threatening to jump out of the screen.

"-ngh- Would you stop -ugh- bothering me? I'm trying to get us- YOU out of trouble!" Gwen dodged the assault of his synthetic limbs while resuming her attempt to shut the device off.

"Hehe-heh-hey! I'm nohot trying to, you're tickling me!" Upgrade jittered. There was an eager glint in Gwen's eyes which made him regret his choice of words. Like a pianist, she cracked her knuckles, wiggling her fingers before the keys.

"Oh yeah? How's this for tickling? How about this?" Gwen pressed a crescendo of keys in a sadistic cacophony in a quick, succeeding fashion. Her fingers precisely clicked away from the top row all across the bottom. Upgrade's putty-like construct could barely constrict, only jutting outwards as each shockwave coursed through his synthetic body.

"G-gh-HA-HA-heh-HAHA-hah-heh-ha-HAHAHAHAHA! Quihihit it, lame-brain! Stohop, stohoho-hop! Ihi-hihi'm beheh-hehe-gging you!"

"Nope. Serves you right!" Gwen continued, smirking in sadistic glee at her newfound knowledge. Her hands criss-crossed across the board, aiming for certain nooks and crannies (the space bar was especially bad), laughing along with the Mechamorph.

As what was left of ten minutes ticked away, the clicking of keys grew louder and faster, and Upgrade's chippery laughter rang through the hallowed halls of the Plumber base.

It wasn’t fair. No matter how many games of license plate bingo Ben betted it on, it was always Gwen who got to sit and soak up the AC in the front seat. It was torture, seeing her kick back, a gloating grin square on her face when she looked back at the shaky, sizzling back seat- and desperate times like this called for desperate measures. Annoying ones. Wandering his way down the matted carpet of the Rustbucket on his tiptoes, Ben crept up at his cousin and goosed her in the sides with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Poke.”

A squeal! made Grandpa look back from the steering wheel and groan dejectedly. Gwen scowled, gritting her teeth.

“Rrrr!  Why do you have to be such a- EEEEE!!” A plethora of pokes followed from her sides up to her ribs, along with occasional digs at her armpits- that is if they weren’t slammed shut in preparation for imminent attack.

“Gr-Grandpa! He’s being annoying!” To no avail, Grandpa Max kept on driving, trying to shut out her high pitched laughter.

“I’m only stopping if you’ll let me sit up front..” Ben retorted obnoxiously. “Poooooke- OW!” Gwen flicked him on the index finger in response, giggling smugly. He attempted to reach in numerous times afterwards, but each one would be deflected by Gwen’s hand.

“Nice try, doofus! That won’t work on me!” she stated, hands on hips. It was desperate times like now which called for desperate measures. Knowing Ben, he wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and when Gwen heard the dial-turn of the Omnitrix, it spelled trouble.

“But this might!” Four-Arms’ booming, baritone voice growled. His massive size bent him double against the roof of the RV, which only made Gwen closer to (two) arms’ reach.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

But think about it he did. Gwen’s wrists were grasped by Ben’s single muscle-bound alien arm, lifting her up, and his other three were prodding away while she squirmed at the hands of the squatting extraterrestrial.

"Hihihehehehehe-AH-haha! Puhuhut me dohohown!" She bucked, instinctively kicking the window so hard the air freshener swung like a pendulum. Grandpa Max lifted one hand off the steering wheel to facepalm and rub his temples. Kids.

"Surrender the front seat!"

"Or whahahat, you slimeba-ha-hall!?"

"Or I'm amping it up!" Halting the stabbing jabs, Four-Arms lifted Gwen's legs up, receiving full access to her torso. Her long-sleeved tee was pulled to reveal her midsection, which his brawny lower hands then toyed with like an organ. "So, about that front seat.. Ready for it to be mine now? Huh??.." " ..Huh? Aw, MAN!" Like it was fate, the Omnitrix timed out in a flash of red, and Ben was met with a stern Grandpa-glare.

Why'd she always have to win?

"Kk-ggh-HA-HA! That's unfahair! G-Gwen, you're che-hee-HEA-ting!" 

"Hah-how is it chehe-heating if- -ngh- I'm nohot letting you cheat!?" 

The plasticine squeak of chafing against polyester was frequent as gunfire in the warzone that was the Rustbucket and laughter filled summer air like mustard gas- an all-out tickle tussle had arose in the midst of a stop for gas and supplies. Gwen had the upper hand, as Ben had slid off onto the carpet from her dirty tactic of holding up his left hand (conveniently also his cool alien watch-wielding hand) and targeting his armpit. Hypocritically, she reached over for her spellbook,  leaning over on the booth seat as her cousin floundered on the carpet, and she had let go, unaware, only to look back at a flash of neon green. Ditto emerged, splitting into one- then two- then three. 

"Uh-ooooh, looks like somebody's outnumbered!" One chatty clone piped while the other snuck up behind her back, putting its arms above Gwen's shoulders and mercilessly targeting her tummy. The other two, however, grabbed her ankles and tossed her shoes off and gave each other the same shit-eating knowing smirk, cartoonishly wiggling their free fingers. 

"Hah-hehe-HA-ha-HA! Ahaha-ha-quit it, quit it, qui-hih-hi-hit it!" Gwen repeated, giggling.

"Raspberry on three?" the Ditto at her left foot remarked, the rest nodding. 

"Three.. two.." 

"One!" Gwen yelled, squeezing the Ditto behind her's side. All three yelped in unison, and the smile on her face shifted to one involuntary to a knowing grin. Smirking, she pinned the clone down, pursing her lips and leaning in for a satisfyingly sloppy raspberry, then  another, and then another. All three laughed hysterically, swatting at air. 

"guh-HA-HAHA-AHAHAHA-HA!! Stoppit! P-puh-PLEEASE!" 

"Hah-HA-Ha-HAHA-Haha-have MERCY!!" 

"Nnnnghh-HHHAHA-HA!! It TICKLES!!" 

"Not 'till lunch, dwe- ACK!" Gwen called back as the Omnitrix timed out, only to be greeted with a pounce by her now-human cousin, his fingers threateningly spidering over her. "Don't even! B-Be-hehe-hen!"

Typically, Gwen wasn't one to boast. It was mainly Ben's antics that kept her humble during the road trip. Today seemed to be a rather obnoxious exception- she'd just grasped a spell, and used it every chance she got. Throughout this long summer day, cries of "Reanima Verdanica!" irritated Ben and to an extent, Grandpa Max to no end as flowers bloomed wherever she went.

"Alright, alright! I get it! You can make a few posies and pansies, what's the big deal!?" Ben whined. No response. Thinking the campsite they were parked at could use a little sprucing up, wildflowers sprouted from the mana on Gwen's hands onto the ground. Flowers that were tenfold their original size were visible from the sun-faded windows. Ben slumped onto the dinette table, rolling his eyes, when not long after he decided to take matters into his own hands.

"A little Wildvine'll show her who's boss!" Evergreen now surrounded the inside of the vehicle in a flash of light.  Ben, in Wildvine's form, slithered out the door and snuck up behind his cousin.

"Reanima...verdanicAAHHH! What is WITH you, freakazoid!?" 

"Hah! How's this for a plant?" Wildvine growled. "Betcha flowers can't do this!" Extending like a jumper cable, a tendril from his left hand extended, grabbing Gwen by her legs. Upside-down, the spellcaster struggled in her surprisingly strong bonds. Her spellbook fell to the floor with an underwhelming thud.

"Grrrr! Let me down, or-"

"Or what? You're gonna make me a flower crown?" He gloated. Wildvine's tuberous face shifted into a smirk, and from his sides, he conjured three sets of rakelike vines- two of which wormed into Gwen's armpits, the other pair slowly skittered against her ribs and tummy, and, to her relief, the last pair laid still against his roots. His methods were slow, but boy, were they evil.

"Ngh-hehe-gGGGGH! Reanima-haha... Verda-HA! Reanima Ver-daha-HAnicA! Ngh.. STUPID spell!" Continually, Gwen attempted to say the spell straight-faced, but humiliating giggles would slip out in between her attempt to resist. Not even weeds would grow from the ground. 

"Payback, princess!" Wildvine rasped, the last set of arms shot up and the left arm grabbed hold of her left foot, whilst the right took off her shoe and began to scribble and shuffle against her sole in quick succession. The other vines followed suit, speeding up.

"Ugh! Reanima-HA-HAHAHAHA! Eeee-ya-hehehe-HAHAHA! You are so-hoho getting it when I'm out of here!"

She'd keep that promise and keep it well.

(oh ma JESUS i had to do research (ick) to get this one to work, i'm also a dog person if you couldn't tell)

Most people associated summer with sweltering heat and running through sprinklers. Most people, however, would not associate it with a life-or-death journey to retrieve lost alien DNA samples across the galaxy on a spaceship. Half the Omnitrix's rogue's gallery had been magically corrupted in a battle with Hex, giving Ben limited access to its library. 

It wasn't as grueling as the past battle against Vilgax- the aliens scanned in the past had offered themselves up again without a fight- but Wildmutt's sample was different. Its home planet Vulpin also housed heaps of malignant radioactive waste, so Tetrax, the crystalized mercenary, took matters into his own hands and brought it onto the ship. Flighty, feral and difficult to control, it was hard to ease. 

"Now, no sudden movements.." Tetrax husked. "Just touch and scan." 

"Aw, yeah! Just one left and it's hero time!" Ben boasted. To prevent further damage, the Vulpimancer was surrounded by a ring of creeping green crystal. 

"Nice doggy.. good doggy.." Gwen attempted to reason. The alien responded, eagerly lapping her face and showering it in thick drool. "Ugh! Gross!" Sniffing the air, the canid alien inched toward the two human children. It snarled, then with a series of curious pants, leapt at Ben. 

"Yeesh. Talk about a sudden movement." Gwen chided. The Omnitrix-bearer was nervous- its sharp teeth and cud-like drool was an inch to his face. Tetrax and Gwen flinched. Ben knew Wildmutt, and he knew him well- this beast could maul him at any second. 

What came instead was much less lethal- the alien's panting changed to that of excitement, and nuzzling against the fabric of Ben's shirt, it started to sniff him, the gusts of hot air blowing against his tummy. 

"Nnghh! Gh-hh-Ahah-Hh--" 

Gritting his teeth, it didn't take long before he'd burst into loud, embarrassing laughter. 

"AH-hah-ha-ha-HAHA! Hehe-haha- Te-hetrax! Make him stohohop!" 

Tetrax stood, smiling innocently. Boyish laughter urged the Vulpimancer to lean in closer and pepper Ben with slobbering dog-kisses, much to Gwen's delight- this was perfect blackmail material. 

"Aw, who's a good boy? Whooo's a good boy? Who loves torturing my doofus cousin? You do, ooooooh, yes, you do!" Gwen cooed, teasing Ben with wriggly fingers. 

"Gaha-guh-Gwen! J-Juhust ge-heh-het Wildmutt offa mehe-hehe!" 

"What's that? The doofus says he likes it?" She chided. 

"Now, now, don't tease him too much. Scanning mode will trigger soon." Tetrax responded, ceasing playing dumb. 

Ben bucked, as the Vulpimancer's head wormed its way into his armpit, instinctively causing him to conk it on its skull with the Omnitrix. The watch glowed a dim orange as a robotic voice reverbrated-

 "Scanning mode engaged." Finally. Both Tetrax and Gwen helped the mushy, giggly puddle on the floor which was Ben Tennyson up. Panting in relief, the tingly, shaggy sensation passed. The Omnitrix was complete, and it was safe travels back from here- safe, long, travels where Gwen wouldn't let him live this down.  

(this picture looks really stupid HAHA)

Despite the wide range of useful alien heroes in the Omnitrix, it was no secret that Ben had a clear bias towards Four-Arms- what more could you want? Heck, the guy was hulked out, with four knuckle sandwiches at the ready- and his strength could fare useful for any situation.. especially annoying Gwen. The cousins were tasked to work together on setting up camp, and knowing them, things would only take a turn for the worse. Littered across the campsite were pinewood not yet built into a campfire and tents left unpitched- all because the two were too busy squabbling. 

"...What part of "pitch a tent" do you not understand, bonehead!?" Gwen nagged, hands on hips. 

"Grandpa said that was your job! Remind me who helped gather the firewood earlier?" 

"Four-Arms." she chided. "It's not fair! You get to go hero and I've gotta do everything myself!" Just as fate had intended, the Omnitrix sparked green once again, and Ben gave a mischievous grin, making the redhead want to swallow her words. 

"Oh, I'll have fun showing you what else he can do!" He wiggled his fingers, pressing the watch dial down. In a flash of quick metamorphosis, the boy emerged as- 

"CANNONBOLT!?"  

"Hah! Please. Like that thing can pitch a tent." 

Ben, disappointed with the form he had taken, looked down at his radish-like feet, then back up at his armor plated shoulders- then his fluffy claws... and a devious idea hatched in his spherical head. Grabbing Gwen, Cannonbolt curled up halfway, and though she couldn't see it through her predicament, there was a wide, fanged smirk across his face. 

"AH!! Whatever you're doing, don't even-" 

"Too late! Tickle-tickle tickle tickle-tickle.." His four-pronged claws wormed their way into Gwen's shirt, scribbling and squeezing against her sides while their unbearable fur fluffed against her midsection. Her tummy jerked around as she writhed and threw her head back. 

"Ggg-rr-HHH!!-Hh-HAHAHA-hahahEEEEK! Eeee- Sss-HH-Stoppit! Put me dOHOWN!" 

"Hmm... no. Unless.." Laying on his plated shell, Cannonbolt remained nonchalant as Gwen squealed, cackled and bargained. He upped the ante, lightly tracing over her navel and going over her shirt to poke at every individual rib while she was held snug in a bear-hug. "You let me go hero." 

"Nnnnn-NEHE-Never!" Fighting the press of its claws, Gwen put up a fight- only urging Ben to further egg her on. Bad idea. 

"Well, in that case..." A barrage of quick, spiderlike claw-movements were skidding and skittering around Gwen's tummy. The pine forest clearing around them were as much as a wreck for once, and a familiar voice boomed from within the trees louder than her laughter. 

"Benjamin. Kirby. Tennyson." Grandpa Max scolded. Gwen and Cannonbolt stood like deer in headlights, darting their eyes along the mangled campsite. At least there was someone who could keep Ben in check.

Nothing in the Rustbucket worked like it was supposed to. Flushing the toilet was a three-man effort, the oven would start sparking when the stove was on, and most inconveniently, opening the fridge cut the air conditioning- which was left running as the Tennysons trekked back from a strenuous hike at the Grand Canyon, and to their dismay, Ben and Gwen were greeted by a snail trail of melted ice-cream stretching from the faulty fridge.

“Aw, man! That was our only real food!” Ben whined, wiping his brow, standing at the puddle like it was blood at a crime scene. Gwen stood next to him, equally distraught, as the chunks of cookies and cream barely reached their shoes.

“Yeah, if only SOMEONE didn't leave the AC on!” she snapped.

"Oh, that's an easy fix. A little Grey Matter'll work wonders!” The tiny trooper jumped up onto the kitchenette’s counter, over the stove and made a springy leap up to the top of the fridge and launched himself toward the dusty air vent. Incessantly technobabbling to himself, Gwen looked up with a little too much faith in him. 

"You know, I think this is one of the only good ideas you've had all summer.." 

Grey Matter crawled, slimy hands soldering wires to the best of its abilities. Almost there. Wiping out gunk from crevices without breaking a sweat, his sagacity was paying off well.

“I think it’s working!” exclaimed Gwen, a moment too soon.

“Just a clean around the filter, and..” Red light creeped through the vent as a low jitter signaled the Omnitrix’s cooldown. There was a thud- and Ben’s lower half stuck out through the roof, leaving the air conditioner in worse condition. 

"-Unf! Oooowww!!" 

Stuck in the vent from his shoulders up, he could do nothing but kick and flail- as Gwen erupted in mocking laughter. 

"Hey, hey! Help! Seriously! Stop laughing and let me down! Ugh, I'm telling on you!" Ben whined and kicked at Gwen's face, unaware. 

"Oh, I'll help you down, alright.." Her smug smirk, one of pure, unadulterated childlike mischief, was out of sight, which left Ben oblivious to the assault that was to come. Yanking his shoes off with a struggle, and swiftly, her shifting fingers swooped along his socked feet.  This was so worth losing an entire tub of ice cream.

"WAIT!!- Nnng- heh-HUH-hahaha-Whahaha-what gi-HI-hihives!?" 

"I'm just helping you down, what's with the attitude? Do you want to spend the rest of summer vacation with your head up a vent like an ostrich!?" Gwen played dumb, almost-reluctantly sliding off Ben's left sock, nimble fingers flossing through toes, ringing unrelenting laughter. 

"Ggh-HAH-haha-HA!! Stohop making f-huhun of me!" With each trace at the arch and dig at the toes, his face flushed from above. Gripping desperately onto the roof, he thrashed, threatening to crash on the carpet. 

"I bet there's a spell in here somewhere.." pondered Gwen. 

"nn-NNN-PLEAHASENO!" In fear of the mere suggestion, Ben fell facefirst into the confection on the carpet. Holding back giggles, Gwen walked away as he grumbled. 

They wouldn't be getting any cool air for days.

"G-AAAAAAH!!" 

A failed leap of faith sent Gwen, donning the Lucky Girl mask, careening down the Seattle Space Needle hopelessly, just barely escaping Charmcaster and her bag of tricks. Her own hero exploits were as infrequent as they were dangerous- which was why, for safety's sake, she would be frequently accompanied by Ben.

"huh-huh-Phew..-whoo-.." 

As her arms flailed in an ostrichlike attempt in flight, Stinkfly's gangly hands had grabbed her mid-air, a light buzz coming from his insectoid wings. Gwen was safe and sound- but his putrid smell couldn't escape her. 

"I really saved your butt there, didn't I?" his phlegmy voice reverbrated, Charmcaster's flying golems hot on their trail. They weren't any trouble- they were easily apprehended by the goop from his eyestalks. 

"Yeah, but you really didn't need to smell like one! Now, hurry!" As they lost the evil enchantress, Gwen sassed and the duo flew toward the Rustbucket. Manoeuvreing over buildings with beating wings and showing off to onlookers, Ben was taking his sweet time for someone she told to hurry.

Gwen rolled her eyes. "What part of hurry don't you under-ST-eEK! " With a mischievous smirk, Stinkfly's legs reached over to poke at Gwen's middle- exposed from the wind blowing against her costume. Letting go of one arm, its brittle claw wormed (insect pun) into her armpit.

 "Ahaha-HA! Y-yooo-you-hoo-hoo STINK!" she bucked. 

"I know!" Keeping it up, two legs squeezed at the midriff like dough, while another set prodded at her ribs. "Not so lucky, are you now? Are you?" Even in a repulsive form, Ben still couldn't help but boast. 

"Ghh-AHAHA-Heh-sto-STAHAHAP!" Gwen cackled. Fortunately, he heeded her demand- but only when they noticed Charmcaster, brandishing her magical bag behind them. Glowing red, the Omnitrix cooled down. Trouble. 

"Looks like Lucky Girl has a weakness!.." she cooed. "And, oh, would you look at that! I have just the thing.." As wriggly, teasing stone hands flew towards Gwen, she couldn't help but grumble under her breath. Cousins.

(I ran out of "good" aliens.)

(also Gwendolyn's design is just so fucking good I literally love it for reasons I can't explain)

Another time adventure was the perfect opportunity to whisk Ben and Gwen away from a lunch of fried grasshoppers. Though their presence would cause many, many timeline discrepancies, they were the key to thwarting a major anomaly in Ben 10,000's way ..but their importance wouldn't stop the two from running amok in his headquarters. The two marveled at their own accomplishments, their egoes only expanding in the process. 

"Woah! I get to learn more spells?" Gwen leafed through collections of magical runes, unusually eager. A slew of scrolls rolled off onto the metallic floor making a mess. "And that's my black belt!" 

"Another hoverboard? Oh-ho-HO, check it out!" Pushing buttons and flipping switches they shouldn't have, the cousins made a mess of the tall tower- and it wasn't long before their future selves stepped up from the elevator doors, glaring dourly. 

"What have we told you two about not touching anything?" reprimanded the older Ben. "That was a present from New Petropia!" 

"You too, Gwen." Gwendolyn deadpanned. "You know, I'd think us- you out of all people would know better." 

"Ugh, jeez! Guess you're still no fun.." The ten-year-old Ben rolled his eyes, blowing a raspberry at his elder- who exchanged a sly, knowing smirk with Gwendolyn.

"Well, we do know a thing or two about fun..." In the blink of an eye, Future-Ben went Four-Arms, holding his younger self up by the wrists with his first pair of arms. Gwendolyn straddled the latter cousin's legs with a wry smile. 

"Consider this revenge." she teased, baring her long nails at Gwen, tracing, scribbling and spidering over her sides. Four-Arms, bigger and more rugged than he was in the past, dug into Ben's ribcage and armpits, just harsh enough to be unbearably soft. 

"Wha-What are you- Wait! No! We're really so-HORRY! Ah! Haha-hah-heh-HA!" Gwen pleaded through laughter, throwing her head back as her older self dug into her armpits while she thrashed with every touch. 

"Ple-HEASE! I'm -huh- not gonna-ha-ha- touch yo-hour stuff! You're gonna KI-HEHE-HILL ME!" 

"No use bargaining, shrimp." Changing form, a (new!) agile simian alien emerged and webbed Ben up. "I call him Spidermonkey." Its tail yanked his shoes off, and eight fluffy fingers spidered over his soles. Hitting the floor, he thrashed in silky bonds as one of many new forms exploited weaknesses that he himself knew better than anyone. 

"Just s-huh-SE-hehend us to the Null Vo-hoi-d ahat thi-his point!" 

"We're just getting started! I've got 9,998 heroes left!" 

"You know, Gwen.. great point earlier. I did get to learn more spells. Esthesio Pluma!" The younger redhead gulped, preparing for the worst. Fluffy feathers descended out of nowhere, flitting and floating at the flick of Gwendolyn's wrist. They ghosted over her stomach, telekinetically flying into her shirt to fluff at her belly button. The other plumes brushed over her neck in slow methodical fashion, and into her armpits. 

"AH-hehe-HEH-hehehe! Lemme GO-hoho! You've behehe-heen through this!" Gwen reasoned, attempting to swat away the feathers, curling up into a kicky ball. 

"Should we let up?" Nonchalantly, the older Ben rasped whilst running around in XLR8's form, waggling his tail quickly over his younger self's stomach while his claws targeted multiple spots simultaneously.  

"We don't want us to suffer forever.." Gwendolyn assured, relinquishing control of the floating feathers. As quickly as he started, XLR8 stopped, reverting back into Ben. The past-cousins had a moment to catch their winded breath before getting back on their feet. 

"-huff- I'll get me back someday.. Maybe.. now!" Just as Ben was about to slam his watch, his future self poked him on the stomach. "-y-IEEK!" 

"If you tried, we'd know." she jeered. 

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and that's the end of that! damn, that last one was long. back to requests!

[gaybananabread]

🍌Follower Milestone Event - The Fruit Shop!🍌

REQUESTS ARE FULL FOR NOW!!

Okay, finally doing this for the milestone! As the poll decided, I'll be doing a fic event of sorts! They're gonna be drabbles, meaning 500-1k ish words per request. (I've still got school in addition to this, and I don't want to be up all hours switching between essays and tickle writings) Some may be longer than others! It just depends how each request gets my creative juices flowing! Max of two fruit orders per user! (it's all free, just wanted to use "orders"!)

I'M ONLY TAKING 15 FRUIT ORDERS! If you've got an idea, don't wait! These requests are open until November 25th!

Since I'm unoriginal, I'll call the event the Fruit Shop. Choose something from each specified category, and I'll write a drabble for you!

Onto the event details!

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Fruit Shop!

Category 1: Fandom and Delivery Peeps!

~Use my fandom list to pick your theme! It's gonna have to be one of the listed options, just so I can keep your things as in-character as possible! Make sure to include which characters you want! You can have 2-4! If it piques anyone's interest, I'll do reader inserts! Specify your lee/ler!~

Category 2: Fruit Selection!

-Choose 1-3 fruits (themes/prompts) from the list below!-

~Strawberries - sweet pairing

~Lemons - bratty behavior

~Apples - "You asked for it!"

~Dragon Fruit - interrogation

~Oranges - goofing around/play fight

~Plums - tools (brushes, feathers, etc.)

~Bananas - chase

~Pear - hurt to comfort

~Watermelon - kisses/bites

~Grapes - melt spot

~Cherries - blusher

~Mangoes - tickle hugs

Special Notes/Order Requests!

~Add anything you may want me to know! A certain spot you want attention on, setting, headcannons or the like! Can't guarantee I'll do every special note/request, but I'll try!~

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Have fun with this, and THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! YOU'RE ALL AWESOME!!💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚

[giggly-moon]

Drabble Prompts!

i couldn’t find a list of writing prompts that i liked enough so i made my own! under the cut will be a list of tickling related prompts and a list of non-tickling related prompts cause i think they got a bit too long (and i may edit this post to add more later).

so feel free to send in a pairing and one or more of the prompts for me to write a little drabble with (if you want you can mix prompts from the two different lists!). if you’re requesting something from the tickle prompt list then please specify who you want as the lee and the ler (if you can’t decide then i can choose for you <3)

also feel free to reblog this list to use for yourself!

Tickle Prompts:

1: cheer up tickles

2: tickle hugs

3: tickling them while they’re stuck

4: tickling them accidentally

5: discovering they’re ticklish

6: lying about not being ticklish and being proven wrong

7: genuinely believing they’re not ticklish and being proven wrong

8: discovering a new spot

9: tickling them to make them laugh at a joke

10: tickling them as payback

11: repeatedly poking at their tickle spots

12: tickling them while scolding them for something

13: tickling them because they like their smile/laugh

14: tickling them to tire them out

15: tickling them to wake them up

16: tickling them for literally no reason

17: being chased or trying to hide

18: the tickle monster

19: tickle fight

20: double teaming on someone

21: playing dumb

22: trying not to laugh

23: sneaking up on them to tickle them

24: very gentle/light tickling

25: tickling while wrestling or sparring

Non-tickle Prompts:

26: holding hands

27: clinging to the other for warmth

28: hugging the other and spinning them around

29: hugging the other out of relief

30: protectively shielding the othe

31: ruffling their hair

32: patting them on the back

33: comforting hug

34: crying into the other’s shoulder

35: dancing together

36: falling asleep on the other

37: kiss on the forehead

38: kiss on the cheek

39: kiss on the hand

40: kiss on the lips

41: kiss on the neck

42: patching up the other’s minor wounds

43: patching up the other’s major wounds

44: playing with their hair

45: catching the other when they fall

46: carrying the other

47: staying up together when one can’t sleep

48: comforting the other after a nightmare

49: cuddling with each other

50: arguing with each other

51: calming the other down when they’re upset/panicking

52: laying on the other’s lap

53: apologizing to the other

54: leaning their head on the other’s shoulder

55: leaning their head on the other’s chest