#Darkened Underarms

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 20: Posing [n$fw]

Neuvillette x Wriothesley

A/N: *maniac laughter in the back*

"Wow, you truly look beautiful like this, monsieur."

Snap!

Neuvillette felt his cheeks getting warmer and warmer every time he heard the kamera emitting a soft click. He shifted slightly, his torso was wrapped in red ropes that intertwined precisely, forming tiny knots that looked like jewels against his precious ivory skin, the gap between each knot drawing a diamond pattern.

His arms were raised above his head, leaving him in an elegant and vulnerable pose, with his body completely exposed to that inexperienced photographer.

Neuvillette thought he wasn't even paying attention to what he was capturing with that stupid kamera, Wriothesley was just looking at Neuvillette with hunger in his darkened eyes.

"Release me."

"Don't act as if I put you in that position against your will, Neuvillette," Wriothesley said with a smile on his face. Neuvillette let out a sigh when he saw Wriothesley put the kamera down on his desk, but tensed again when the duke got too close to him. He took a step back, but Wriothesley wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close to him.

"Oh? You suddenly don't want me around?"

Neuvillette kept his lips pressed firmly together, his brow furrowed, and he looked rather angrily at Wriothesley. It was true that he had agreed to do this stupid photo shoot with Wriothesley... but he should have known that this pervert would have had other things in mind.

"Haah!" Neuvillette gasped as he suddenly felt a tickle on his side, turning his head to that spot, his eyes widening at the sight of his feather-like head accessory tickling his skin. He squirmed and groaned, trying to escape the tickly touch as it travelled from his hip up to his underarm. His lips started to tremble and it didn't take long for a giggle to escape his lips when Wriothesley focused solely on his armpit.

"Oho? Is our Iudex a little ticklish here?"

Neuvillette gritted his teeth, but little giggles still filtered from between them. "U-Uhuhuntie me r-right this instant!" He commanded, squirming and shivering. "This is no way to treat the Iudex of- ah!"

Neuvillette trembled and moaned when the feather lightly teased the scales by his ribs. Wriothesley carefully stroked beneath them and Neuvillette let his head fall back with sharp breaths, as if trying to stop himself from making another noise.

"Why are you so angry, monsieur? You seem to be enjoying yourself~"

"Angh! N-No!" The feather quickly moved towards one of his pink, hardened nipples. Neuvillette arched his spine and moaned deeply, his erect cock twitching and leaking. "L-Let g-go- ngh!"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle, monsieur."

Neuvillette shook his head feeling his face on fire as moan after moan escaped his mouth. He jumped and sobbed when he felt his other nipple being pinched by Wriothesley's fingers.

"W-Wriothesley, I'm s-seherious!" He insisted, but his pleas fell on deaf ears and another giggle forced its way out when the duke pressed his lips against his armpit and moved the feather to the tip of his cock. "W-Wait, please! I'll c-cuhum!"

"Please do, Iudex. The night has barely begun~"

[poppy-metal]

imagine you being like away for some time like maybe you’re on a weekend trip with your friends and werewolf!patrick just goes insane from being away from you and you know how werewolfs are sensitive to smell.. and him just humping your sheets and clothes and whatever smells like you and you just come back to everything being covered in his cum and then he has the audacity to be mad at you🫵 (hes lucky youre a freak but i mean you still think hes a human and ask yourself why this man is cumming in buckets?)

you'd given patrick the keys to your apartment while you were away to feed your pet rabbit, pippin. it was far enough from the full moon that he didn't fear he'd be overcome with the desire to eat your bunny - so he agreed. and he didn't eat your bunny, so props for that. though he definitely licked his lips looking at the small creature and knowing how easy it'd be to bite into pippin and how rabbit tasted not so bad. pretty good actually. bones crunched like crackers under his teeth and flesh was soft and supple. but he knew you'd be devastated if you came home to no bunny - you were such an animal lover - and he winced to think about what you'd think of all the innocent woodland creatures patrick had crushed under his jaws as of late. 

he fed pippin. growled at the small bundle of fur when it thumped it's feet at him for taking so long. he was just about to head out when he caught sight of a slip of pink on your couch. he touched it, despite himself. drawn to it by your lingering scent. you had such a distinct smell. everyone did, really, it goy fucking annoying with everyone's combined smells attacking his senses. but yours was different. sweeter. softly spun sugar. even your sweat smelled good. like fucking candy. 

you obviously hadn't meant to leave this out - it was a pink long sleeve blouse - cotton and almost sheer. he'd seen it on you the day before you left, could see the way your nipples poked through the fabric. he'd wanted to bite the stiff peaks then. and he wanted to now, imagining them. bite them until you whined in pain. swirl them on his tongue. 

he rubbed the fabric between his fingers in reverence - frowning when he felt something damp. he straightened the fabric out and realized what he felt were pit stains - he could see where the pink fabric darkened where your underarms would be and his mouth watered. you'd hit him across the head if you knew he was salivating over a dirty shirt you definitely forgot to throw in the wash before you left. you'd shriek to realize what he was doing but he couldn't help it. 

he brought the shirt to his nose and inhaled. his eyes nearly fucking rolled back into his skull as the scent of your sweat filled his nostrils, his mouth filling with saliva. the full moon wasn't close and still he felt the phantom throb of his fangs in his gums. blood rushed to his dick immediately, thickening inside his jeans. he huffed and pulled long inhales from your shirt - right where your scent was the ripest - where you sweat the most - and he reached down to desperately undo his belt and zipper, yanking his jeans down to free his hard engorged cock. 

he can feel fucked up about this later - he needs this too badly right now. god thats another thing from this goddamn curse it's the fact that his dick is enormous now. not that it was small before - but he has to admit it's pretty fucking vulgar to look at now. it's absolute hell to deal with when he's turned on, which is almost all the time around you. feels like a fucking baseball bat between his thighs - throbbing incessantly. he groans when it bobs free, slapping against his stomach. fully erect and standing thick with how stiff he is. 

it's almost painful to wrap a hand around himself. a painful kind of bliss - his knees tremor and he nearly goddman whimpers when he gives himself one good squeeze around his fat base - he runs his whole face into your shirt, like he's rubbing your scent all over. his lips are wet, he's so close to drooling he's so fucking worked up. 

he thinks about you wearing this blouse with nothing under it - bare tits visible underneath - taut nipples and bouncy flesh all for his eyes to see. you're so fucking vulnerable and you don't even know it. he could rip you apart with one bite, one bite, he could tear into you and eat you whole. he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to you and you couldn't stop him. the only thing keeping you safe was his own self restraint which was growing thinner and thinner where you were concerned.

he thinks about your love for animals and if you'd love a beast like him if you knew what he really was now. if you knew the truth. would you pet and stroke him? would you run in fear? or would you lay down and spread your legs and let him inside that hole between your thighs that belonged to him? 

he wraps the shirt around his cock - soft and delicate and so fucking you - all pink and clouds and feminine on his fucking monstrous big hard cock. he rubs his fist wrapped in the fabric up and down his tense shaft - feels every pulse in the individual veins in his cock. he pulls his foreskin back from his plump head - wet and dripping pre - smears it into your shirt. rubs it right against his sensitive slit again and again as he grits his teeth and growls down at the image.

he imagines the pink of your blouse as the pink of your insides - the inside of your pussy sucking and wrapping around his thick head as he forced himself inside your little tight body - “goddamn - take it you bitch - “

the last word comes out as more of a animalistic growl than a human word. he pants as he furiously beats his hand over his stiff cock - his heavy fucking sack swinging between hairy tensing thighs. if his dick is obscene - his balls are a freakshow. twin globes that droop low and fat. like ripe fruits. bulging and looking fit to burst at any second. they slap against his thighs as he jerks himself off rapidly. 

“I'm gonna fucking cum -” he tells no one - the you in his mind that he's fucking on his cock - breaking you open like he was meant to. “gonna fucking breed that tight fucking pussy - fuck!” 

he shreds your couch when he cums. nails digging into the soft fabric and tearing as he shoots hot ropes of sticky white across your ruined blouse. 

the shirt is a crude display of what it was before. nearly in scraps and soaked through with his release. he swallows and fists it in his hands. throws it in your trashcan and hopes it wasn't one that you were attached too. 

he feels so fucking guilty. 

but not guilty enough to resist his other animalistic impulse to grip his dick again - and aim a hot stream of his piss into the shower in your bathroom. the toilet felt too impersonal. he wants his scent where you wash your body. where you get naked and wet and vulnerable. he grunts as his slit widens and pulses a heavy thick stream - much longer and thicker than that of any human male. the smell is more pungent too. you'll definitely be able to smell it. the thought sends a shiver through his body as he finishes, shaking his dick out. a darker part of him thinks his urine doesn't belong here - it belongs on your body - in your body - you should be covered it in - in his fluids and his scent - you should be his marked territory - his submissive mate - 

he tucks himself back in his jeans and rubs his jaw. this situation is fucking him up. more than just the painful turns every full moon and eating raw animal meat and sometimes - that one time - human meat - he's scared of himself and what he might do. he should cut you off, probably. 

the wolf in him doesn't like that idea, though. the wolf in him growls - don't run from her. claim her. take her between your teeth and hold her down and force your hard beating cock into that little human cunt - 

he shakes his head. runs a hand through his hair in agitation and gets the fuck out of your house. shoots your rabbit, pippin, one final glare because he's sure he senses judgement from the those beady bunny eyes. 

“shut the fuck up.”

[fourthavecafe]

hi! I love your blog would you ok with writing a fic with Yuji and Sukuna? :D

i've loved your writings for jjk but I feel like this classic duo would be the best espionage the way you write being an evil ler Sukuna thanks :3

pairing- sukuna x yuji

word count-645

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Yuji found himself in Sukuna’s domain, the oppressive atmosphere wrapping around him like a heavy blanket.

The vast expanse of darkened space felt both familiar and terrifying. Sukuna’s presence loomed, a constant reminder of the curse’s power. Today, however, there was something off—Sukuna was angry, boredom radiating from him in waves.

In an instant, with a flick of his wrist, Sukuna had Yuji pinned to the floor, one arm holding Yuji’s wrist securely above his head. The weight of Sukuna’s body pressed down on him, and Yuji squirmed, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” Yuji shouted, his usual loud self refusing to back down despite the position he was in.

Sukuna leaned in closer, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. “i need entertainment” he said, his voice low and teasing. “and you brat are going to provide it.”

Yuji rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. “if you didn’t try killing people the second I gave you control of my body maybe I’d let you out more!”

Sukuna chuckled darkly, a sound that sent shivers down Yuji’s spine. “I went through your memories and I learned something interesting…” He glanced down at Yuji’s ribs, his fingers twitching with anticipation.

Yuji’s heart raced as he realized what Sukuna was about to do. “Wait, what are you—”

Before he could finish, Sukuna’s fingers dug into Yuji’s ribs, eliciting a surprised squeal from him. “Too easy,weak humans” Sukuna teased, squeezing mercilessly.

Yuji burst into laughter, twisting and squirming beneath Sukuna’s hold. “Sukuna! Stop! That tickles!” He gasped, trying to pull away, but it was no use.

“Stop? oh please brat I’m only getting started” Sukuna said with a wicked grin, moving his hands to Yuji’s underarms, tickling him relentlessly. Yuji’s laughter filled the air, a mix of surprise and genuine joy, even as he squirmed in discomfort.

“Okay, okay! You win! I can’t take it!” Yuji pleaded between fits of laughter, breathless and desperate for Sukuna to ease up.

But Sukuna only leaned closer, enjoying the moment far too much. “You know,I could this forever,keep you hostage here.” His fingers slid down to Yuji’s thighs, squeezing and tickling him there as well, pushing Yuji further into helpless laughter.

“Please! No more! I’ll do anything!” Yuji managed to choke out, his face flushed from the playful torture.

“Anything, huh?” Sukuna paused, a contemplative look crossing his features. “I like the sound of that.”

With a swift motion, Sukuna lifted Yuji’s shirt halfway, exposing his stomach. Yuji’s eyes widened in panic as Sukuna’s gaze zeroed in on his bellybutton. “I know you have a particularly sensitive spot here” Sukuna said, his tone dripping with mischief.

“Wait, don’t!” Yuji exclaimed but it was too late. Sukuna’s fingers teasingly dipped into yuji’s bellybutton.

Yuji gasped, laughter erupting once more as he squirmed and thrashed against the floor. “Sukuna! Stop! I can’t take it!” His laughter echoed in the domain, a testament to the twisted fun Sukuna was having at his expense.

Sukuna’s eyes glinted with wicked delight. “Make me” he taunted, intensifying his assault, fingers digging mercilessly into Yuji’s sensitive little bellybutton, his laughter and protests only fueling Sukuna’s amusement.

In this moment of vulnerability, Yuji realized that despite the chaotic nature of their relationship, there was an undeniable thrill in being at the mercy of the curse, even if just for a little while.

and as Sukuna continued to tickle him, the boundary between pain and pleasure blurred, leaving Yuji breathless and begging for mercy, wondering how this terrifyingly entertaining moment would end.

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice: Chapter 11 - Black Widow

“You sure as hell won’t tell me what to do!” - (Y/n) (L/n) 

11

(Y/n) rushed into her home filled with elation for the first time in weeks. Glancing along the clock in the living room corner, she looked to see the time. At three thirty-six pm, she had about three hours to wash, shave, and lightly press her hair out. Now normally the girl was reluctant to bring out the hot comb and curlers, but for god's sake did she not want this moment to show out for her crush to pass her by.

And possibly make a certain Macher's eyes wander towards her. Of course, she wouldn't admit it out loud though. 

Moving through the kitchen she whipped out a fresh banana from the fridge along with two eggs and mayo. Placing the items on the table, she hurried to the bathroom pulling out an array of hair products for her scalp Blue Magic and Hot Six Oil Before grabbing the portable hair dryer. Making sure she had all the materials she began mixing the hair mask in a bowl on the kitchen counter, not only would this ensure more stretch of her hair for her silk press, but it would also add extra shine as well. 

While dispersing and covering sections of the mask unto her hair, she quickly went over the various items in her closet in her head. What the hell was she supposed to wear at a party? It would be her first time at a house party and she wanted to make sure she was doing everything right. Maybe she should wear the skirt again. As she thought about it she quickly dismissed it, she didn't want the others to think she didn't have any more clothes. The goal was to most definitely wear something eye catching, irresistible to the male gaze. 

Thinking back to her father’s vintage worn out shirts, there was an oversized tee that was faded black with a baseball tee, and remembering the dusty blue daisy dukes from her mother that could complete the look. Maybe she could cut the shirt and crop it like she's always done. Firm in her decision she went back to her hair making sure it was fully covered before setting up a hot comb in the kitchen with heat protectant. The plan was to press her hair to silk threads to last, so that way it'll be nice and fresh for the party.

(Y/N) entered the darkened bathroom, closing the door swiftly behind her. Switching on the bathroom light, the built-in shower radio crackled to life, filling the small space with the smooth melody of an old R&B song. The raven-haired girl stared at her reflection briefly, the lyrics of the song echoing in her mind: 

The girl is mine.

 The familiar scent of Nag Champa incense, a relic from the metaphysical store her mother used to frequent before her untimely demise, filled the air, adding a comforting yet bittersweet touch to the room.

She sighed deeply, pulling her hair into a loose bun to keep it out of the way. This afternoon was a timely transformation, containing a ritual she both dreaded and cherished. Wash Day. She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to reach the perfect temperature, steam beginning to fill the room.

(Y/N) stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her skin, washing away the stress of the day. She reached for her favorite shampoo, working it into her scalp with practiced ease. The rich lather and the soothing scent of lavender filled her senses. Next, she applied a generous amount of conditioner, detangling her curls with a wide-toothed comb. Each stroke felt like a gentle caress, unraveling the knots not just in her hair, but in her mind as well.

After rinsing out the conditioner, she reached for her body wash, a luxurious shea butter blend. She massaged it into her skin, reveling in the creamy texture and the way it left her skin feeling soft and hydrated. The shower water flowed over her, creating a symphony of splashing sounds that combined with the music from the radio, creating a serene atmosphere.

With her skin thoroughly cleansed, (Y/N) carefully shaved her legs and underarms, the razor gliding smoothly over her skin thanks to the rich lather. The process was almost meditative, each motion deliberate and calming. Once finished, she rinsed off and turned off the water, stepping out into the steam-filled bathroom.

She patted her skin dry with a plush towel, the scent of the Nag Champa incense still lingering in the air. (Y/N) then applied her favorite body oil, a mixture of coconut and jojoba oils, working it into her skin with gentle, circular motions. The oil left her skin glowing and deeply moisturized. She followed up with a thick layer of cocoa butter lotion, sealing in the moisture and leaving her skin feeling silky smooth.

Next came her hair. (Y/N) unraveled her bun and divided her hair into sections, applying a leave-in conditioner and heat protectant. She used a blow dryer with a comb  attachment, carefully drying each section. The heat was just right, transforming her wet curls into soft, wavy tendrils landing on towards her mid back.

The routine was almost complete when the shrill ring of the phone cut through the peaceful atmosphere. It came from the kitchen, startling (Y/N). She froze, the sound jarring against the serene atmosphere  she had just created. The phone rang again, insistently. There was a brief toil of her decision weighing down on her currently, the last couple of times she answered the phone it didn't bode well for her in the end. The only result of a fairly ‘happy ending’ was with the masked man holding her and touching the most intimate parts of her body. 

At first she opted to just ignore it, continuing her routine starting to plug in her curlers and securing her hair with silver clips. They were split off into groups of four, freshly blown out hair ready to be turned into silky threads. She began to grab her hot comb when the sharp sound of the phone stung her ears once more.The telltale ring of the house phone set her heart in a frenzy. As her heart hammered in her chest, she glanced at the door of the bathroom weighing her options. It was only the afternoon, not even six o'clock yet, still bright outside. There was plenty of light to deem it safe for now.  Wrapping herself in her towel, she hurried out of the bathroom, fresh oil glistening on her skin. As she approached the kitchen, the ringing seemed louder, more urgent. She hesitantly picked up the phone, her breath bated with anticipation. 

"Hello?" she answered, her voice trembling slightly. The line crackled for a moment, and then there was silence. She strained to hear, but there was only the faint sound of static. “Hello? Aunt Gia is that you?” 

There was shuffling over the phone along with the sound of a hushed voice quite distant from the mouth piece. The clawing feeling of the need to hang up started to rise within her, after the past two days she really shouldn’t be answering any phone calls. Nerves rising she tried to be rational, maybe it was one of her friends nervous to check in on her after everything that happened this morning. There was also the possibility of her aunt wanting to check in on her knowing that she should be home by now, or possibly Randy making sure about the time. 

Honestly the killer would have to be stupid to call her in broad daylight. So with a soft sigh the girl tried one more time. 

“Randy is that you–,”

“IF YOU MENTION THAT IDIOT IN MY PRECENCE AGAIN I WILL SLIT HIS FUCKING THROAT UNDERSTAND?!” 

(Y/n) froze on the spot, her heart accelerating at an abnormal pace as she quickly covered herself more in the towel, feeling a familiarity of the night terror from the other night. Feeling the heated shame swell within her with being so careless she turned her head back and forth, looking around the kitchen and living area to see anything out of place. It was horrible that she was wearing even less clothing than the nightmare she had before, the last thing she wanted was a repetition of…. dubious affection. She quickly took notice of the knife's all being within the rack still untouched from the morning breakfast Gia cooked her this morning. Grabbing one quickly, she made way to the living room, hovering slightly to the front door, just in case she needed to make a quick run for it. 

“I said, do you understand (Y/n)?” The killer growled into the phone. 

The girl began to slowly nod only to realize that he couldn't see her, or at least she hoped not, and proceeded to answer, “Y-yes…I understand.” 

“Good girl,” She heard the praise over the phone causing her thighs to clench slightly, taking note that she was still very much naked underneath her towel. Humiliation and shame emerged from the reactions her body emitted, her core starting to throb along with the heated condensation down below. Swallowing hard, she gripped the knife tighter, grounding herself back to the current situation. “Now that we've gotten the unpleasantries out of the way, I would like to apologize for my behavior in the bathroom two nights ago–” 

“Is this some kind of joke?” She uttered into the phone, her frustration rising. The feeling of deja vu grew strong, the recounter of the vivid sleep situation that continued to haunt her was now occurring in real time. The shower, the phone call, the apology….the only thing missing was the couch.  “I've already lived this scenario…..where are you? I'm going to call the police and make a run for it, clothes or not–“

“You don’t have any clothes on? What an interesting fact to share with a killer over the phone ya little tease.” 

(Y/n) paused with her hand on the door, simply frozen in place. How was she making so many dumb mistakes? Telling the killer that she was scantily clothed? Why did she make the assumption that he could even see her? Because in the dream he was within the house? Was her fear really clouding her judgment? 

“You…you can't see me?” 

“If it makes you feel better I unfortunately can’t, I have ….other things to attend to at the moment.” The soothing voice of the male drew her in, a weight slowly leaving her shoulders at the brief confession. It was a good thing he couldn’t see her, and even to throw in the fact that he wasn't there as well. “Although it doesn't mean I don't want to see you any less precious. Don't get yourself all riled up now, we're just having a conversation.”

“A conversation? Why? What do you want from me? Listen if I said or did anything the past to warrant this I’m so sorry–” 

“Woah. Slow down, you never did anything wrong. In fact, out of the whole town you seem to have a good head on your shoulders…hence why I have a request.” 

(Y/n) scoffed bitterly, “You're asking me for something after killing my best friend? Do you hear how ridiculous that is?!” 

(Y/n) felt herself shake slightly in her towel, her nerves had caused her to quickly make an error regarding the simple information spewed from her lips. Her face was warm, eyes beginning to glass over in fear for what the strange man wanted from her. One minute it seemed as though he wanted to kill her easy and simple. Now he was trying to soothe and apologize for his behavior? As if his apology would excuse the death of Casey and near death experiences of her and Sidney. Just what the hell was going through the mind of this ghost faced killer? 

“When you put it like that you do have a point sweetheart, although it wasn't my intention to scare you…let's remind ourselves…who attacked first and got in the way.” 

“Wha-what do you mean–”

“ You aren’t my target….you just happen to place yourself at the scene of the crime. Hence why I’m getting to the other point as to why I’m calling.” The man growled into the phone, “Don’t go to Machers Party tonight.” 

The girl paused for a second, her heart pumping, “Who said I was going tonight? How do you know I was even invited?” (Y/n) was starting to grow weary with just how much the male knew about her. First he accused her of getting in the way of Sidney’s murder claiming she’s not a target, now he’s telling her not to go to Stu’s house for the party? 

Just what did this guy want from her?

A part of her wants to feel thankful that she wasn’t on the man’s hit list, however her brow furrowed in worry as to why he specifically chose to spare her. What could she have done to warrant such attention from the mysterious male either way? Did she express kindness to him and decided to press it forward? 

The girl's mind wandered to the night in the bathroom. The cool sensation of the knife dragging up her thigh, the protruding length constricted in his pants brushing against her-

“Earth to (Y/n)! Didja hear me?”

“Huh?”

The male scoffed impatiently on the other end of the line, “I said it doesn't matter how I know, you’re not going. Now you're going to call that nerd Meeks and tell him you’re no longer going after this call. You’re going to stay your pretty like behind home and–”

“No.”

There was a pause. 

“No?” The strange man's tone seemed to mock (Y/N)’s abrupt rejection of staying . 

“What did you just say (N/n)?” His playful tone transformed into a malicious warning. However the teen girl gripped the cord in her grasp tightly, her pink palms turning white with vengeance. 

She wasn’t going to allow the killer the satisfaction of bossing her around. Creep or not. She knew what he was doing, he wanted her to let her guard down, to believe that he’s on her side and that he means no harm. Only for him to come into her home later and kill or possibly rape her. As a horror fanatic she wasn’t dumb. What kind of killer who works alone as well as his stature comes into a party full of teens and starts killing them all? He wasn’t tall or as big as Micheal Myers or Jason Vorhees. He’d be walking into a suicide mission, the teens at the party would overrule him easily and he would be caught by the police within the next few minutes with them on patrol around Woodsburro. 

“Nice try, I’m not falling for that trick! I will admit you had me for a second, wanting me to believe you meant me no harm so I would stay  home so you would have the opportunity to kill me!” Her voice grew louder and more confident with each sentence spewing from her lips in distaste, “I’m done letting people tell me what to do! You sure as hell won’t tell me what to do! ”

The masked man made an uncomfortable sound, one that made her heart thump in her ears with how desperate the tone initially sounded as it vibrated against her ear canal. “Precious, please just listen–”

“No! Everyone has had a chance to speak for me! It’s time for my moment to take a stand for myself, I’m going to that party! I might even get drunk and make out with a guy or two while I’m at it!” The proclamation was a bold one, one to simply rile the dangerous masked man on the other side for good measure to display how serious she was about going. A part of her wanted the imagery to spark something in the male, the one that seemed to have a connection to her somehow on the other end. 

“WHAT DID YOU JUST–”

In fear and newfound determination (Y/n) abruptly hung up the phone silencing the killer's response to her proclamation. For two minutes she stood there staring at the phone, wondering if she made the biggest mistake in her entire life-or the most life changing. She just got done telling off a serial killer in order to go to her first house party, and oddly–it felt so good.

She gave it another three minutes to see if the masked man would call again before heavinging a sigh of satisfaction. He possibly was in a fit of rage at her at the moment— after all he did seem like the type that didn't want to be spoken over. Not only that if he truly was planning something tonight, he wouldn’t be able to follow through with his plans due to her being there, a double edge sword waiting to slay him at each point. Looking around the house to make sure there wasn't anything odd and out of place, she deemed the house safe enough for her to finish off her routine. Due to the phone call she had an hour and thirty minutes left to get ready. 

Now, where was she?

Adjusting her towel in the kitchen, she sassed walked her way back to her room in elation for the second time this week. Head seat on giving herself a night she wouldn't forget as well as her peers. 

If only she knew she was indeed correct, this wasn't going to be a night she was never going to forget as long as she lived.

~ ☿ ~

Sidney rested her head against the window of the police cruiser. The town was currently desolate, only a few people here and there grabbing what they needed before the new impending curfew. Signs were hung up in window sills in explanation, turns out business owners were taking things seriously as well, and who could blame them? A killer was at large and it could be anyone. The last thing they want to do is be open and they come in blazing for a slice or dice. 

“God look at this place,” Sidney grimaced, “it's The Town That Dreaded Sundown.” 

Dewy chuckled to make light of dark circumstances, “Hey, I saw that movie. Based on a true story, ‘bout some killer in Texas.” 

“Hey Sid, just think if they make a movie about this, who's gonna play you?” Tatum smiled. The strawberry blonde was trying to make light of current events happening lately, Stu hasn’t been answering her calls after the invitation in the courtyard, and she basically had to endure evil looks from many students today in light of things. She honestly could feel the weight of her decisions weighing down on her. 

Tatum didn't want to be viewed as the girl who went behind her friends back and slept with their boyfriends, nor the one that lashes out because of her insecurities. The girl did have many faults of her own to deal with, many including her own self esteem, but  Casey’s dairy added more problems than she could deal with. And was that was putting things lightly 

What happened to her? She used to be okay with just being herself, dressing up and ready to hang out with friends. When did she start becoming boy crazy and having a vendetta against her two friends? The jealousy and malice were things developed over time against (Y/n) and Casey. They seemed to have so much, loving figures, adoring friends, beauty….

Even though (Y/n) never looked at her potential fully, it was no secret she was beautiful. So when Tatum assessed the way Stu watched her over and over again, it clicked but she didn't want to affirm it. She didn't want to know that the girl harbored her crush's heart, that he was secretly wishing it was her he was having sex with, kissing, loving on without actually saying the words back to her. 

“Oh god no…..,” Sidney whispered, “Don’t bring that idea up to (Y/n), she most definitely would tell me the details.” The brunette paused, watching her best friend's smile drop instantly at the girl's name. She winched realizing her mistake of salted wounds still being harbored. 

“A shit-shoot, I’m sorry Tatum-” 

“There's nothing to be sorry about ....I did this to myself. I got in the way and now,” She turned to Sidney, a sad expression etched upon her lips, “I have to face the repercussions.” 

Dewy peered through the mirror sadly at her sister. He wished there was only more he could do for her suffering but what could he do? Half of the things she was referring to he hadn't experienced himself. 

He brings the car to a stop in front of the police station, turning around and giving the girls the most brotherly smile he can muster for the situation. “Well to continue our conversations from before,” He said turning to Sid, “I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.” 

Sidney offered a small upturn of the lips in  gratitude, “Thanks Dewey, but with my luck they’d cast Tori Spelling.” 

The two girls get out of the car making their way to the supermarket across the street. The Grocery store was a buzz for many teens grabbing quick snacks and beers for an apparent occasion. Sideny could hear the hustle and bustle about horror movies as well as the documentary marathon. The two grab a buggy from the bin before making their way through the sliding glass doors.  Unfortunately for Tatum it was the news about something else that drew her attention. 

“What should we wear to the party tonight? I'm pretty sure Evan will be there, after all it's not everyday Macher throws a party..” A brunette with glasses whispered to her redheaded friend over by the ice cream department they were passing. 

Yes, right the party….

The one Stu invited them to show no hard feelings. The only reason Tatum grew interested was the promise to talk things over there with him. Why? A small part of her hoped for the truth: an explanation as to why things fell apart between the two of them so fast. Although the girl assertions to the male with being responsible for the current scandal, she simply didn't want to acknowledge her part in the drama. 

Sidney looks at Tatum, her face growing queasy, “Do you think Billy will be there tonight?” 

“He better not be, although I didn't tell Stu to keep his mouth shut when I had the chance, I think we can live without “ Everybody's All American” for one night.” Tatum snided looking at a pair of chips before making her way down the aisle.  

The girls started piling in a whole bunch of junk food and treats for the night. Taking note of the long line of teens at the cash register, due to the curfew the store would be closing in a few minutes. 

Sidney’s mind traveled back to a certain girl with curly hair, “Do you think (Y/n) will be there?” 

Tatum paused for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest before responding, “(Y/n) and parties don’t go together. We all know that.” 

The brunette started to nod in agreement but thought better of it, “But what if she decides to come? Stu did invite us out as an apologie was well you know, wouldn't it make sense he convinced her as well—” 

“Do you honestly think after us being shit friends that she would actually want to be around us?” The strawberry blonde hissed with venom, her eyes seemed steamy at the thought of the curly headed girl staring at her, “I-I mean after what I did? After what me and Stu did? After what me and you did?!” 

Sidney frowned and paused with a two-liter of Pepsi in her arms, “What happened that night at that sleepover wasn't my idea, let's be clear about that.” 

It was true. Tatum was the one who decided to come up with the plan to corner (Y/n) in the first place, Sidney only had a few small concerns with her and Billy’s friendship, but the way Tatum made it seem like the curly girl had ill intentions. Sidney will admit that she went along with it, but she honestly thought it would be discussed in a more appropriate manner. Never did she want the outcome to happen that night the way it did with (Y/n) crying into Casey’s arms the rest of the night. The girl was a lot of things with her friends, some might even consider her a follower at some moments. However, this discussion and the way it was headed between the two of them had to set matters straight. 

Sidney loved Tatum, with her whole heart and soul; but she needed to learn to take accountability. 

Tatum paused the cart, her face growing pink, “You had concerns just like me! I thought it was the right thing to do!” 

“Your jealousy made you cloud your judgment–” 

“I’m not jealous!”

Onlookers in the store stopped and paused looking over at the two girls. Sidney stiffened watching the attention being drawn to the two of them before hearing the faint whispers. Great, the last thing she wanted was for word to get around about her and Tatum having a disagreement. 

Sighing and growing tired of her friend's display of fanatics, Sidney grabbed the cart from the blonde and made way to the line. It seemed like a moment for Tatum to recollect herself before following, wrapping her arms around herself in comfort. A few girls were glancing over, whispers exchanged with giggles. 

Changing the subject back to herself, Sidney whispered  “Billy’s right you know. Whenever he touches me I just can't relax.”

Tatum slightly rolled her eyes, “So you have a few intimacy issues as a result of your mother’s  untimely death.” Despite the tense air between the two she proceeds to place a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, “It’s no big deal. You’ll thaw it out.” 

“Yeah, but he has been so patient with me you know with all the sex stuff. How many guys would put up with a girlfriend who’s sexually anorexic?” 

“Randy…” The blonde uttered. 

“Huh?” 

“Billy and his penis don't deserve you, all right?” Tatum spoke up disregarding her thought a moment earlier. “If sex is the thing stopping your relationship then maybe….” 

Sideny glanced at her best friend, her heart hammering—waiting for the words she was anticipating from her friend's mouth “Then maybe?”

“Then maybe you two should bring your items forward,” A checkout lady cut into the conversation, “We close in five, and there's a line behind you.” 

The two girls' faces grew warm and quickly proceeded to place their items quickly onto the checkout counter. 

The elderly woman shook her head, displeased, “Kids these days.” 

~ ☿ ~

Dewey stalked up to the station quickly, trying his best to check in with the sergeant before picking up the two girls in time for curfew. It had honestly been a long day after so many things were happening down at the police station.  After the many interviews from the press as well as the occasional suspect pointed here and there, it was safe to say the other officers had a lot of pressure on this particular case. 

A lot more than the past two large ones they had in the past might add.

Taking a puff out of his cigarette Sheriff Burke glared at the upcoming deputy, “Dewey? Where the hell have you been!” 

“I was keeping an eye on Sidney, uh…” The Sheriff looked down at Dewey's hands spotting the ice cream cone clearly displeased with the sight. If the male wasn't so concerned about his sister's best friend he wouldn't feel embarrassed, but putting theories together to figure out who the killer was worked him quite the appetite. To save face the deputy opted to distract his boss from his silly display, “Thought you quit?”

“I did.” Burke admitted, taking another long drag, “But damn it Dewey, Vital Phone just faxed us. Those calls are listed to Neil Prescott, Sidneys father. He made the calls with a cellular phone. It's been confirmed.” 

Dewey shook his head, taking a lick out of his ice cream in thought. There was no way Mr. Prescott would do something of this magnitude, especially to his own daughter. “There's no way his cellular coulda been cloned?”. Technology was advancing each day, and there was a possibility that the man was being framed with devices that could question his integrity. Although Neil had a big job and was a well respected man, there was always someone who looked down at him here and there. A now single dad trying to raise his daughter by his lonesome.

Sheriff  blew out smoke, frustrated, “There's more. Guess what tomorrow is. The anniversary of his wife's death.” Dewey pursed his lips together in understanding, the pieces were all there and laid out, “ We’ll keep the roadblocks and the curfew in effect through the night, if he's not picked up by morning, then we’ll do a house-to-house. Boy I hate to say it but Miss Weathers was onto something…even if she went about it in an illegal manner and disrupted the peace this morning’. ” 

Dewey nodded then paused, thinking back to a certain curly headed girl from before, “But sir, what does this have to do with (Y/n) (L/n)? The killer was reported to have  an infatuation with her. What would Neil Presscott want with her?” 

Burke looked around to make sure there's nobody around before continuing, “I have a theory, and I'm only able to pinpoint itr from what I've seen lately. Two weeks ago I saw Neil with another woman during lunch.. They seemed to be acquainted with one another.” 

Dewey cocked a brow, not fully understanding, “Another woman? What does the other woman have to do with (Y/n)” 

The Sheriff scoffed, “It has a lot to do with her if the lady is her legal guardian and family.” 

A gasp left the male's lips in shock and mortification, his ice cream being lowered in his hand. “You don't mean–” 

“You know exactly who I mean Dewey! The woman he’s been seeing is no other than Gia (L/n) , the sick bastard is getting rid of all obstacles! I'm going to get Montana to get her to our office in an hour.” 

Dewey shook his head in disagreement, the urge to debunk the theory of Gia being involved with the man itched at his tongue. Miss (L/n) was a friendly face to all who knew her, to even think that she could be involved with a criminal willingly for some grander scheme made his blood boil. What about the many times she brought freshly made cookies over the Riley home when Tatum wasn't feeling well, or the times she wished him luck with his training to become a deputy? Was the Sheriff really going to ignore the women's integrity?

What about her own niece (Y/n), the only living fraction she has left of her brother that was shot and killed in an alleyway? Did she honestly seem like the kind of woman who would set her whole world to be murdered in the mad man's house? For love? For new devotion?

There was no way Gia knew anything about Neil Prescott's involvement. Dewey knew that for a fact. 

“No, Gia would never Sheriff,” Dewey took a bite out of his cone, icecream the sickly sweet substance dribbled down his lips comically. Burke turned up his lip, the cigar moving long with his mood. “I mean, Miss (L/n) is one of the nicest laddies in town! What reason would she risk dealing with such a dangerous man…especially if..” 

The sheriff noticed the Deputies' hesitation to finish.  

“Now I'm not saying she's involved, Dewey. I'm stating facts about the man and what we know. Picking up Gia is a safety precaution and questions need to be done in order to see if we are missing anything.” Burke released a puff of smoke watching as stores started to close early for the evening. A particular couple is hurrying to their car, the pregnant wife lugging some groceries as best as she can while the husband loads everything up into the trunk. “For all we know he could be using her to make himself seem like a normal man trying to move on from his dead wife.” 

Dewey nodded, finishing off the cone before tossing it, his brows furring in thought, “Have you contacted the bureau?” 

“They believe he might be out of state by now. We’ll keep the roadblocks and curfew in effect through the night. If he's not picked up by morning—we’ll do house to house.” 

“You think he might still be in town? Maybe he's hiding off somewhere secluded?”

Burke huffed, “He'd have to be crazy. Where's Sidney and (Y/n)?”

Dewey frowned, thinking back to the horrendous cries of the afro haired girl from earlier that morning. “ Sidney’s with my sister, and (Y/n)...I haven't really seen her since this morning. Should I bring them in? Especially (Y/n), the girl has been through alot–”

“Hold off for now, just stay close to them. As far as (Y/n) is concerned don’t let her know anything pertaining to Gia. We don't want any assumptions to arise between the two.” 

It was understandable. The last thing they needed was wind about Gia to reach the teen girl and for her to think the worst. The bond between the two was obviously strong, a case like this and secrets being unearthed could shatter the foundation between two family members that was all that they have left. 

“Sidney and (Y/n) will be staying over Stu Machers tonight.” Dewey informed stiffly. 

“Watch em’. Don't let on— just keep your eye out.” 

“Yes Sir.”

[thelaughtercafe]

A Short Sulk

Tea Type: Subtly Sweet Tea (Fluff with some Hurt/Comfort)

Potential Triggers: Insecurity over being short, very quick referenced bullying

Pairing: Oikawa/F!Reader

Length: 785

Summary: You mention your insecurities to your adoring boyfriend and he offers you comfort in the best way he knows how.

“Being short is the worst. You’re so lucky being tall, Oikawa.”

You pouted as said boy looked down at you in surprise at the formality, having been reading the newest volleyball magazine.

“What brought this on all of a sudden babe? I thought you loved it when I teased you about your height!”

His words were sincere and sweet and instantly made you go bright red at said true statement and caused your pout to deepen as you fidgeted, looking at your hands.

“It’s just…I overheard some girls today talking about us. They…they said I look like a kid. That I may as well be your sister or something and that you’ll get bored of cute and want someone sexy or beautiful once you know what a real woman is.”

He frowned at that, immediately putting the magazine aside and moving to join you on the floor from his bed.

“I thought we talked about this. Those girls are jealous because I never look at them twice.”

He kept his anger down with difficulty, focusing on comforting you instead. He sat in front of you, mimicking your criss-cross-applesauce way of sitting as he reached out and gently raised your face to his with a palm on your cheek.

“You are plenty sexy, and feminine. Beautiful and adorable all in one. Sure, you’re tiny. But in my opinion that just riles me up more. Trust me babe-”

He snickered, eyes darkening in lust a moment as he scanned you.

“You’re a woman and I sure as Hell ain’t attracted to you in a familial way. I have urges I’d never have with family. I’m just going slow since I know this is your first relationship and I respect your boundaries and want to go at your pace, that’s all.”

He leaned in and you eagerly met his lips before pulling back, crawling into his lap and sighing as you snuggled into him.

“I’m so lucky. Thanks Tooru.”

He hummed into your hair, pecking the top of your head.

“Of course, starlight. It’s just the truth. And…y'know… there is one thing that being short lets me do much easier~”

You heard the teasy tone now in his voice and tensed, already blushing and hiding your face in his neck to whine.

“Tooru c'mon-”

He moved his neck away so you couldn’t hide your blushing face snickering and cooing down at you as one arm kept you against him and the other got ready to attack.

“You’re the perfect size for me to tickle senseless whenever you feel down. Let’s see where to get first~?”

He hummed in feigned thought as the long fingers holding you to his chest already began wiggling against your side and tummy, making you burst into giggles and push on his chest to try and escape as you squirmed.

“Hehehehey!! No fhahahair!!”

“I think it’s plenty fair!! I gotta make my stunning girlfriend feel better or what kind of boyfriend would I be?”

His other hand began squeezing at your other side before fluttering up to scribble at your ribs making you squeal.

“A n-nice one!!”

He smirked mischievously at that, gently guiding you to the floor to pin your wrists above your head and get more access to your other tickle spots.

“Nice? But you love when I’m mean and teasy when I tickle you, don’t you? You’re lucky I didn’t make you beg for it like usual because I’m feeling charitable tonight. But I still have to punish you somehow…hmm… ”

You bucked as he attacked your underarms with both hands, leaving you to try and catch his hands fruitlessly.

“Get on with it!”

You whined as he again pretended to think, tickling you senseless as his hands jumped every which way. He sighed dramatically.

“If you insist then…such an impatient brat I have~”

You squealed at the feeling of him lifting up your shirt already laughing and pushing at his head desperately.

“Tooru nohohoho!!”

He laughed just above your vulnerable tummy, opting to gently pin your hands down on either side of you so he could have his fun.

“Tooru yes! Don’t worry baby, think of this as the grand finale!”

You threw your head back and bucked, laughing as he began kissing, nibbling and raspberrying your stomach. He didn’t let up until you began snorting and had tears in your eyes and a giddy grin on your lips. He pulled back, satisfied with his handy work and dragged you to his bed, letting you cuddle into him and giggling himself as you nuzzled his neck in revenge. He squeezed your side in warning to make you flinch and you both dozed off giggly and content, with smiles on your faces.

[houdinicarpenter]

THE OTHER SIDE

When Tara's hysterical screaming interrupts her phone call, Sam goes to investigate and finds herself in for a challenge.

fandom: Scream characters: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, & Mindy Meeks-Martin content: sfw tickle fic, post Scream VI, siblings doing stupid shit a/n: i'm very nervous to post this. i originally wrote it as an experiment and had no intention of posting it, but i've been encouraged to do so by some dope-ass people (even if they have no idea what it is that i wrote). also... if this fic looks/reads familiar to you, no it doesn't 🤫

“NAAA-HA-HA-HA! STA-HA-HA-HAP I-HI-HIT!”

Around her little sister’s scream-laughing, Sam pressed the phone against her ear, closing the other with her ear to hear Danny’s voice on the other end.

“I’m good Wednesday or Friday. So, whichever day you’re free…”

“Uh…” She took a moment to think it over, before a loud squeal cut into her thoughts. She refocused. “Wednesday… I think?”

“Okay, I—” Before he could finish his reply, Tara’s hysterical vocals drowned him out again.

“AAHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! GUY-HY-HY-HYYYS! PLEEE-HE-HEASE!”

Sam sighed and brought a hand to her head. “Danny, can you just hold that thought for a minute? I’m gonna have to call you back. My sister’s screaming about something, and I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” She hung up and left her phone on the couch as she made way towards Tara’s room, where the noise was coming from. She busted open the door. “What is going on?!” 

Tara was lying halfway in Chad’s lap and halfway on the floor, her face bright red and chest heaving, while Chad held her against him and Mindy moved away from her. She looked between the three, expecting an answer.

“Tara was being a little turd, so we tickled the hell out of her,” Chad reported. Still in his hold, his girlfriend looked up desperately at her sister. 

“More like they tried to kill me!” Chad snaked a couple fingers into her underarm and gave it another scratch, to which silenced the younger Carpenter with a ticklish whine. “Stop it!”

The eldest just sighed and shook her head. As irritated as she’d seemed on the phone, now that she knew what the noise was all about, she couldn’t help but give a playful roll of her eyes. Even at 20 years old, her baby sister was still as ticklish as she’d been when they were kids. She’d always fallen victim to the quote-unquote, “Tickle Monster,” when she’d get on Sam’s bad side. Of course, she’d never hurt her, like other older siblings might. However, all the older Carpenter had to say when Tara was starting to get on her nerves was, “I’m gonna get you, Tara, if you don’t stop.” It was enough to warn the little girl off, unless she was feeling extra risky that day—which she did a lot. “Okay, well, keep it down,” she told them, “I was on the phone, all the way in the living room, and I couldn’t hear over the screaming.”

But Mindy just shrugged. “It’s not our fault she’s so ticklish,” she insisted, nodding towards the youngest.

Her brother kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head, before he let her go and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I did not expect that.”

While she watched Tara retreat onto her bed for safety, Sam crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Yep. She’s always been that way,” she confessed, making the other’s already-flushed face darken even more.

She glared at her. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not ticklish, Sam. I know you are.” If Sam was going to expose her, like it was nothing, then two could play it that game. “Mom and Dad got you good many times, and so did I.”

Before her big sister could say anything to defend herself, Chad challenged, “Okay, but is she as ticklish as you?”

Tara met his gaze confidently, even leaning forward a bit to show her sincerity, “Yes.”

“No,” Sam immediately objected, gaining all of their attention.

“Ooh…” Mindy glanced between the sisters. “Somebody’s lying…” She and Chad exchanged glances, before she put her hands up towards each sister. “Maybe we should test it?”

Tara shook her head, when the twins looked at her. “Don’t look at me, I just did my test. I’m still trying to recover.” She pointed at Sam, “That’s the liar, right there. Test her.”

But when she received all eyes again, Samantha shook her head with a disbelieving scoff. “This is ridiculous. I’m leaving.” Right as she turned around to walk out, her younger sister’s voice fought her to stay.

“Why?” she quizzed, leaping off the bed and slipping past the threshold to stop her from leaving. “Don’t think you can take it?” There was a sparkle in her eyes that mimicked her child years. After what just happened, she had nothing to hide, but Sam was another story.

“I can take it!” the older snapped, not realizing how defensive she sounded.

“Then, why not?”

“Because it’s stupid.”

“Then, prove me wrong,” Tara insisted, stepping forward to force her sibling to back up into her bedroom. Sam’s brow hardened a little, which made her go on to propose, “For a full minute, we get to tickle you and see if you’re as bad as me.”

The other was already rolling her eyes and sighing, indirectly saying everything she’d been insinuating about it. “Tara…”

“What?” she grinned. “If you think it’s so stupid and you insist that you’re not as ticklish as I remember, then one minute should be nothing, right?” She took another step forward, cornering her further. “If you win, you can choose to do or make me do anything you want. You can have revenge, make me do the dishes or make me cook dinner for a week, whatever you want,” she offered. “But if I win, I get bragging rights, and I get to tell Danny.”

“Ooooohhhh,” Chad teased the idea as he looked up at Sam, who was now almost standing in front of him. 

This made Tara’s smirk grow as she raised her eyebrows. But her big sister just blinked at her, unfazed.

“You’re serious?”

Instead of replying, the younger just took a step back and held her hand out for a deal-making handshake. Her smile dropped into a serious expression. “Deadly.”

On the inside, Samantha was groaning at how ridiculous this idea was, but she knew if she were to keep refusing, none of them would get off her back. It was a minute. 60 seconds. That was it. After, she’d be free to walk away without being hounded about irrelevant nonsense. She had to admit, she truly didn’t know how she’d take this ‘challenge,’ because Tara was right, it had literally been years since she’d been in a situation like that. And everybody and their dog knew just how much she’d changed from her younger self.

“Fine, I will do it, to make you get off my ass…” 

Tara’s head tilted in a form of a nod, “Fair enough.” She then made way to her bed and jumped up on it, spinning around to sit like a dog. She tapped the space next to her, “Take a seat, Sammy.”

While she looked calm on the outside, the older Carpenter’s heart started to pick up speed as she moved towards her assigned spot. She sat down with a sigh, to which invited her sister to move behind her, making a half-circle around her like a cat to its human’s leg.

“Just to let you know,” she warned, “if you start to get out of control, Chad’s gonna have to hold you.”

“What the—”

“You agreed to a minute, we shook on it!” she reminded, cutting her off. “You’re strong, so I can’t trust that you won’t fight for escape.”

Sam just wanted to get it over with, as much as she was quickly growing to hate it. She swallowed uneasily, but luckily Tara didn’t hear.

“Chad, Mindy, what are you still doing down there? I’m gonna need backup!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Chad leapt off the floor, while Mindy came around the opposite side of the bed and pulled her phone out.

“You better be timing this shit,” Sam growled.

“I got it right here,” Mindy flashed the screen in the others’ direction. “Tell me when, T.”

Tara sat down right at her sister’s back and rubbed her hands together like she usually did when she was about to kick someone’s ass in a game. “Go!”

Not even a second after the cue was given, Samantha felt her sibling’s fingertips skitter up her back and through her hair to get to her neck. Instinctively, she stiffened, but she stayed where she was. A swarm of chills flooded her, but it wasn’t the cold-type. It was the kind that told your brain that your skin was crawling, and it wasn’t sure how to respond.

Tara still maintained her confidence as she drug her perfectly filed nails around to the sides of her neck, threatening to further explore the soft underside of her throat. She got more of a reaction here, the older’s shoulders jerking up, while a small noise emitted from her larynx. Bingo. She then put her lips up to her ear, intentionally whispering, “Is Sammy afraid of the Tickle Monster?” Whispering into her ear had always been something Sam couldn’t stand, because it tickled.

And like she expected, her older sister twisted away, her face cringing as she closed one eye and hissed in irritation. Baby pink talons slithered beneath her chin, which made her try to back up, but she just ended up bracing against Tara.

The younger Carpenter giggled at this and slithered her fingers down her collarbone and into her underarms. The owner’s spine twisted, clenching her arms to her figure, but it just trapped her dangerous touch. 

Sam’s barrier broke, and she started to snicker as she tried to twist away. However, a different pair of hands crept onto her torso to keep her where she was, and just that contact made her snickers turn into giggles. She pulled her knees up and tried to push Chad off of her.

“I didn’t even start ticking her, and she’s already laughing.” Chad looked over at Tara, who encouraged him with a nod.

“Well, get on it! Time’s running out!” She relieved her sister from scratching at her underarms and went back up to her neck.

Her boyfriend shrugged and obeyed her order as he attacked the victim’s abdomen and ribs with menacing fingertips. 

A loud whine came from Samantha, before she erupted into full-on laughter. She kicked out in a struggle to gain a grip on the mattress to push herself out of her 2nd tormentor's reach.

Tara had to work around her writhing, making her think back on what she had claimed before she agreed to this. “You’re squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it, Saaam,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

Beneath her dominance, the older Carpenter choked out, “Shu-hu-hut up, Ta-ha-hara!” She shook her head, shoving her hands against Chad’s.

From the head of the bed, Mindy shouted, “She’s tryin’ to get away! Chad, switch places with Tara!” She held her phone up, “She’s got 40 seconds!”

The pair did so, in a smooth transition, Tara not taking her hands away from her sibling as she tickled down her sides and in between her ribs.

Given his size, Chad was able to get a hold on Sam pretty quickly. He slipped his forearms beneath her arms and dragged her back until she was mostly on the bed, holding her upper body in his lap, like he had done with Tara only minutes ago. There, he was able to twist his wrists to occupy her collarbone, some of her neck, and her upper ribcage.

The underdog was in a constant cycle of guffaws and wheezing, her face bright red from the intensity, which mimicked her little sister’s patterns as well. She wasn’t even able to get words out before Tara took things to the next level. 

She slipped her hands beneath her big sister’s shirt and forced it up, before going after her bare stomach. “How about this, Sammy?” she taunted as she earned a squeal from her new tactic, “Does this tickle even more?”

Samantha gave a hard buck, her head throwing back into Chad, which she instantly regretted when his fingers danced on her exposed throat. She pulled her head down. “NAAH-HA-HA-HA! TA-HA-HARA-HA-HAAA!” Her knees yanked in, but to no avail, simply leaving them to kick out again in another buck.

Her sibling kept one hand on her fluttering belly, while the other controlled her legs by raking her nails into her inner thighs. “It’s not just me!”

“20 seconds!”

“Come on, Sam! Finish it out!” Chad cheered her on from above, even though he was busy scratching at her ribs. He retreated one arm enough to then tickle beneath her underarm again. “Find your inner Loomis! Prove Tara wrong!”

The older Carpenter nearly shrieked, when he did this, one hand weakly holding Tara’s wrist while she tried to bear the handle he had on her left ribcage to shrug out of his new point of captivation. “S-STAA-HA-HA-HAP! I C-CA-HAAA—” Her voice gave out in another violent wheeze.

With the grace of a cat, Tara eased up on her contribution to leap over her big sister and finish the rest of the time on the opposite side. Her back was turned to Mindy as she tore into Sam’s lower abdomen, slipping her nails beneath her beltline to assault the sensitive flesh between her hips that she knew would throw her overboard. “I almost forgot about this spot!” A squeal-entwined “no” answered her, and she trailed one hand away to skitter down her bent leg, catching the sole of her foot. “And here!”

Sam retreated her leg instantly. “NO, TA-HARA, DO-HO-HO-HON’T!” She braced her heel into the bed to try and push herself up out of her lying position. 

However, before her baby sister could do anymore damage, the timer went off and was followed by Mindy lunging forward.

The female twin broke the challenge to wrap her arms around Tara’s waist and pull her backwards. “Extra 15 seconds for Tara!” she announced, pinning her against her and digging her fingers into the younger’s stomach. “TICKLE ATTACK ON THE CARPENTER SISTERS!”

Tara exploded into shrill laughter, still too weak from earlier to push her off. “NO-HO-HO! STOP! THA-HA-HAT’S NOT FAI-HA-HA-HAIR!”

“Careful what you wish for, babe!” Chad teased and continued his playful torment on Sam, while his girlfriend’s familiar squeals and laughter filled his ears.

The younger Carpenter kicked and shook her head furiously as Mindy raised one hand to wave her fingers in front of her view. She was just as much a victim to air-tickles—when already under the ticklish spell—making her squeal when those dreadful words came from her attacker’s tongue.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Meeks-Martin taunted, then unleashed merciless fingertips everywhere Tara couldn’t cover.

“AAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! NAH-HA-HA-HAT THA-HAAT!” She bucked and thrashed, receiving karma for her cruel treatment on her older sister. “MI-HINDYYY-HE-HEEE!”

Chad was the one to call everything off after 15 seconds, which was more like 20 for Mindy and Tara. “Alright, Mindy! That’s a wrap, they look like they’re about to pass out,” he told her.

Luckily, his sister obeyed and let Tara lean against her as she recovered.

The football player sighed as Samantha covered her eyes with one hand and rested the other on her still-exposed stomach, panting almost in-sync with her sister. He glanced over to his sibling. “Aw, I kinda feel bad now…”

Before she could reply, Sam did, breathlessly. “Good… You should…”

“Hey,” Mindy piped up, “It was your sister’s idea!”

Tara pushed herself up from leaning against the twin, glaring over her shoulder. “Yeah. And you messed it up!” she hissed, shoving her away. “The point was to target Sam, not me!”

But her former attacker just chuckled, “I know. But I couldn’t resist.”

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Chad. “So, what’s the verdict? Did I win?” She then glanced at the others.

Chad shrugged, “I don’t know… Sam doesn’t break as easily or quickly as you do.”

“That’s because she was trying! You guys caught me off guard,” she countered, then pointed to Sam, “She was expecting it!”

Mindy gave the younger Carpenter the benefit of the doubt, “Sam is a lot more squirmy than Tara is, though. Tara just kinda gives up.”

This made the youngest frown, “Okay, that’s rude. But it’s a point…”

By now, Samantha had caught her breath enough to sit up on her own, even though her abs ached from the laughing onslaught. She cleared her throat and combed through her ruffled hair. “Just make a decision,” she ordered as she pulled her shirt down to its intended length, “I told Danny I’d call him back, because Tara was being too loud.”

Finally, Chad put his hands up in defeat. “Honestly, I think it’s a tie,” he decided.

His girlfriend rolled her eyes and slouched her shoulders, “Okay, fine, but I still get my share of winning, right?”

Behind her, Mindy nodded, “Sure, but because y’all tied, Sam gets her pick on what you have to do, too.” She glanced up to the eldest, who stood up and continued to adjust her shorts.

The other two looked in her direction too.

“What do you want, Sam?” Tara asked in partial disappointment.

Her sister rubbed her hand over her face, then glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll think about it,” she answered, the small smirk pulling at her lips promising something that Tara would dread. Rightfully so though, with how she handled the so-called challenge. Oh, she would make her decision wisely. 

Chad chuckled at that response, while the younger Carpenter groaned. Beside them, Mindy jumped up.

“Alright!” She clapped her hands and pointed to Sam, “Now that that’s over, Sam, go call Danny back and finish your conversation. After that, we’ll watch the movie.”

Her brother nodded. “Agreed. Can’t have a slumber party with the Core Four without a good movie.” He glanced over to Tara as she slid off her bed and started towards the bathroom.

“I’ve gotta pee now, thanks to you, Mindy!” her voice carried as she shut the door.

That’s when Sam decided to take her leave. “Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m done. Or if you guys wanna go ahead and set it up, you can do that, but our TV’s a little different than the one that y’all have, so you might wanna wait for Tara.”

From beyond the bathroom door, Tara hollered. “Tell Danny to expect some dirt on you, in the near future!”

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head as she walked out.

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🫣 welp... there you go

p.s. i've already been requested a pt. 2 for this so i'll be working on that in the near future. i don't know if i will be posting that one, but if this one does ok or if someone mentions they want me to share the 2nd part, i will consider :)

yolo, right?

- parker (HOUDINICARPENTER / BWS) 🖤

[rillils]

“You’re worth a lot more than this, Buck,”

SAM JUST SAID THIS TO BUCKY. AND HE LAUGHED. BUCKY LAUGHED.

he doesnt believe him, because if he really is worth a lot more than this, he thinks, then why did steve leave him

But of course, endgame isnt real

IM CRYING RILS. MY CHILD. LORD PLEASE. JUST LET HIM BE SOFT. AND LET HIM BE STEVE'S

of COURSE endgame isn't real, sweetheart, you're absolutely right!!! and bucky means SO MUCH to steve!!!! in fact, i was gonna say--

Bucky can’t get drunk.

He discovered that new, unsavory reality pretty early on, by leading quite a few misery-fueled experiments on his own, whenever war granted him the respite and the solitude to do so. Eventually, he had no choice but to accept that, try as he might, the pleasant buzz and the grief-dulling fumes would no longer be accessible to him.

But when Steve makes love to him like this, the intoxicating warmth spreading low in Bucky’s belly feels all too familiar.

When Steve lays him out on their softest sheets, like a feast to be savored one generous mouthful at a time. When Steve holds his gaze as he sinks between Bucky’s thighs, graceful as a cat and hungry as a wolf, pleasure dancing in his eyes as his lips wrap red and shiny around Bucky’s cock, and he holds it on his tongue as though it were cotton candy melting against the roof of his mouth.

When he spends long, honey-gold forevers working Bucky open with skilled fingers, chasing Bucky’s sweet spot over and over until it’s Bucky himself, breathless and mad with pleasure, who reaches down for him and tugs him up by the underarms, pulling Steve’s gorgeous weight on top of him; his hips cinched between Bucky’s legs, where they ought to have been a whole, torturous eternity ago.

When Steve gives in, and slides home with a shuddering gasp, his mouth slack and his eyes half-lidded, and his name rises from Bucky’s lips with the helpless pitch of ecstasy.

It feels just like that. Like he remembers it feeling the last time he got nice and tipsy, enough so that the world had started to blur around the edges. That simmering heat curling in his belly and reaching out to his limbs, pouring into every nook and cranny of him, singing in his arms, in his legs, pulsing in the tips of his fingers like a heartbeat. Burning him up from within like a fever; flushing his cheeks, welling up in his glossy eyes, filling up the back of his throat.

That time, the last time he remembers getting drunk, Steve was with him.

Of course he was, Bucky thinks senselessly, his back arching off the rumpled sheets. Of course, of course, of course he was there. How else would they have explored the world and all its countless facts, if not by testing them all together?

Steve’s eyes seek him, devouring him inch by inch. His nose and his gasping mouth, and the cleft of his chin. The sweat beading over Bucky’s brow, darkening his hair at his temples, teasing it into damp curls.

Consumed, is how Bucky feels; eaten to the white of his bones, stripped clean of every part, and yet more whole than he’s ever been before.

“Do you know,” Steve pants, one hand planted on the mattress by Bucky’s metal shoulder, the other skating down along Bucky’s flank, searching, needy. “Do you know what you are to me?”

He thrusts in, slow and deep and full of purpose, and Bucky loses himself to the feeling for a moment, blind and deaf to anything that isn’t the slick press of Steve’s cock filling him, satiating him for a few precious seconds only to leave him hungry and wanting again, over and over.

“Steve,” he moans, gripping Steve’s shoulders almost blindly, desperate to find an anchor in this sweet, raging storm. “Please, please–”

Steve’s hand slips under him, fingers splayed as wide as they’ll go, lifting Bucky’s hips off the bed to press him closer.

“You’re my whole world,” Steve rasps, his voice hoarse, tight with passion, like a muscle pulled taut. Bucky can’t help but look up at him, soak up the sight of him.

Steve, moving above him, lovely and beautiful beyond words. His mouth bitten red with kisses, the apples of his cheeks burning pink above the dirty gold of his beard, hot under Bucky’s touch. His broad shoulders, boxing Bucky in. The sheen of sweat gleaming on his skin, dancing with his every move, catching the morning light with the flitting of Steve’s muscles, all grace and subtle power.

Mine, says the pulp of Bucky’s heart, beating frantically in his chest. Mine, and he’d scream it proudly from each rooftop, climb to the top of the world and above to scream it joyfully to the heavens, so that even the stars would know.

“You’re my everything,” Steve breathes out, leaning down until their bodies are flush together; his heaving chest pressed to Bucky’s own, and Bucky’s cock trapped, snug and aching, between their bellies. “D’ya hear that, honey? My everything,” Steve says, eyes never leaving Bucky’s face.

Bucky nods, out of breath. His heart will stop here and now, he’s sure of it. Stop, or burst into a thousand white-hot sparks inside his ribcage, the measure of his love too big for any heart to contain.

Steve’s mouth grazes his own, soft and wet.

“Tell me,” he all but gasps against Bucky’s lips, and the leisurely rocking of his hips picks up a new rhythm, more urgent now. “Tell me what you are to me, Buck.”

It’s like a fire, blazing with bright, vibrant pleasure up Bucky’s spine, blinding him.

“I’m–”

They’re mouth to mouth, both parted; too slack to kiss, too desperate to stray any farther than that. The air is thick between them, damp with their hot breaths, and Bucky, Bucky’s not drunk, he knows now–

“Yours, I’m yours, your–”

–he’s in bliss, molten gold and sun-bright halo, gripped by an ecstasy that threatens to spill over with every stroke of Steve’s fevered cock inside him – that has him trembling at the notion of his own body, parting like soft butter for him, greedy for nothing but him.

“I’m your– your everything, your–”

And when it does spill over, pouring hotly between their bodies, and Steve’s whispering breathless praise against his lips, Bucky knows he wouldn’t need the kiss of alcohol even if he could get drunk, after all.

[wreckingtickles]

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

A short sequel of this drabble.

When Shoji and Deku finally give Bakugo a breather, he just. Conks out.

They let him rest. Shoji's satisfied, and besides, he looks kind of angelic when he's not talking. Or yelling. Or awake.

But if Bakugo thought his nightmare was over...

Because Kirishima hasn't received his apology yet. And who does he call to help him cash it, if not his good friend from 1-B Tetsutetsu.

Yes, Class 1-B is now a part of this as well.

Bakugo wakes up in pretty much the same predicament as before, with the two knuckleheads at either side of him.

They pretend they're praising his growth and muscle definition, but really, they're just tickling the shit out of his upperbody: pecs, abs, other muscles that give them an excuse to just make Bakugo lose his mind first thing in the morning.

They both reflexively target their own worst spots first: Kiri goes for his armpits and Tetsu for his chest.

Anyone other than Bakugo would find it comical how they sometimes reach for the same spot at the same time, getting in each other's way.

Instead of doing top-bottom half like the others, Kiri takes the left side and Tetsu the right, so at one point they're both digging into Bakugo's pits and ribcage at the same time.

Yeah, he loses his mind.

If the night's rest regenerated his stubborness, he's quickly breaking again.

Naturally he apologizes, but Kiri doesn't really care, he's just giving his bro a workout.

That may be why he breaks out his Quirk and his claws on Bakugo's armpits are just torture.

And Tetsu lets him take care of that spot while he works the rest of Bakugo's upperbody over.

If anyone thought Kirishima would be nice to him... no, he's really enjoying pushing him to his limit, making it an "extended training session".

They only stop when it's clear that Bakugo's stamina has been depleted. But this is far from over.

Kirishima actually prevents anyone from entering the room to give Baku a breather.

When he resumes cursing at everyone (he really doesn't know what's best for him), Kiri lets the next batch in.

It's a friggin' trio: Tsuburaba, Kaibara, and Shinsou.

Now, Shinso may have brainwashed the former two, but I don't think he needed to.

And they come in with a plan, for they have consulted with Deku.

Shinso goes for one of his own worst spots: Bakugo's feet. Kaibara takes his ribcage. Tsuburaba takes everywhere else, skipping from spot to stop, starting at his abs but eventually settling on alternating his underarms and thighs.

Now, when his classmates paired up on him, their Quirks made it feel like there were more than two people wrecking him.

But one of the three people currently intent on breaking him has a devastating Quirk of his own: Kaibara's spinning fingers.

And once they hone in on Bakugo's ribs, it's over. GG Bakugo.

Granted, it's not as bad as Shoji + Deku (nothing will ever be as terrible), but it's an extremely effective Quirk in his death spot, and the other two are going after his other worst spots.

Oh, and did I mention that Kirishima's turn has left him super sweaty, so he's that much more sensitive?

Fortunately for him, this group isn't as into making him pay as some others, so excruciating though it is, it doesn't last too long. In part because everyone is getting hungry.

So everyone leaves to have lunch, but before they do, Awase uses his Quirk to attach electric toothbrushes to every single one of Bakugo's most sensitive spots. He'll get a break if the batteries run out before they're back.

So they just leave Bakugo like that, enjoying a loooong lunch.

Now, everyone is actually for cutting Bakugo loose at this point, but one person protests: he hasn't gotten his turn yet.

When Bakugo sees Monoma darken Kirishima's doorway, he goes straight to apologizing, he just can't take anymore.

Too bad Monoma only wants to see him suffer, and the fact that he's already broken makes it even more fun for him.

Naturally, he's borrowed Deku's notebook so he can reference it at any time. And guess what 3 Quirks he's also borrowed? The obvious ones: Kaibara's, Tokoyami's, and Kaminari's. And he tells Bakugo before he proceeds to make him cry for well over an hour.

Bakugo is voiceless by the end of it, he can't even struggle anymore. And while he will eventually begin to plot revenge, he will be a lot nicer to everyone in the meanwhile.

[strawberriesinbloom]

Day 7: Fidget

Love and Deepspace -- Zayne/Reader

~🍓~

Early mornings at Zayne’s place were tranquil. Quiet. Serene. Or, they would be if Zayne wasn’t such a workaholic. You slid into the living room on socked feet where Zayne typed away diligently on his laptop. You had found his stethoscope in his bedroom, and, after cleaning it, it laid nestled around your neck. 

“It’s time for Zayne’s check-up!” You called out as you pranced over to where he was sitting on the couch. 

Zayne peered at you over his glasses. His lips quirked up in amusement as he stopped typing. “And why would I need a check-up?” he asked.

“Doctor’s orders,” you replied simply before picking up his laptop and moving it to the side. Zayne didn’t protest as you sat down in his lap. “A little birdie told me that you have been working all morning even though it’s your day off. That’s not healthy.” 

Zayne didn’t bat an eye. “And a little birdie told me that you have been staying up the past few nights playing video games even though you have work in the morning.”

You pouted at him. “This isn’t about me,” you chided. “It’s about you.” You slipped the stethoscope over your ears. With one hand, you steadied yourself by placing it against Zayne’s side. He tensed under your grip, so you loosened it up a tad. You dragged the chest piece over to Zayne’s chest and moved it a bit before you were finally able to hear a heartbeat. It was low-pitched and firm–stable. You closed your eyes and listened to Zayne’s heartbeat for a moment: slightly quick but steadfast. It was comforting. 

“What’s your diagnosis, doctor?” Zayne asked quietly. Your thumb pressed against his side as you rubbed comforting circles into his skin. He twitched and tensed up, again, which was the opposite effect that you wanted.

“I think…” you said softly before taking the stethoscope off and placing it on the side table, “...that this patient is a little nervous.” You laid your hand on his other side, right under his armpit. Zayne jumped and anxiously placed his hands on your wrists. “He keeps fidgeting. Maybe he’s scared of the doctor.”

Zayne let out a low rumble that was reminiscent of a chuckle. “Maybe he’s simply nervous around this doctor in particular.”

You nodded sagely as though you were actually taking Zayne’s words to heart. “Could be,” you said. “Or maybe…” You leaned in right next to his ear. “This patient is just a little ticklish.”

Zayne stilled. “I’m not ticklish,” he said in all seriousness. “Why would you think that?” Although his cheeks were devoid of color, his ears told another story as they slowly grew more and more red. You would have chastised him for messing up the game you were playing, but he was too cute to be mad at. 

“What a silly question, Zayne,” you muttered as your fingers slowly traveled up his torso until they planted themselves neatly in the hollows of his underarms. “You’re good at hiding a lot of things, but not this.”

You wriggled your fingers in place, taking care to steady yourself when Zayne jumped. Now, his cheeks turned pink as they puffed out in a pitiful attempt to hold back his laughter. Zayne furrowed his eyebrows together. “Y-you’re so–ha…! Childish!”

“You weren’t complaining about that earlier,” you said in a sing-song tone, delighting in the labored sound of Zayne’s voice. You pinched and prodded at his armpits, but he didn’t put up much of a fight. Good. That made your job easier. Zayne didn’t even dignify you with a response. Instead, he kicked his leg out, accidentally hitting the coffee table. “Be careful, Zayne,” you teased. “You don’t want to make a mess, do you?” 

“Stop,” he grunted.

You giggled. Even if Zayne didn’t laugh, this was enjoyable in and of itself. “Who would expect that such a stoic guy such as yourself would be so ticklish? It’s ironic, isn’t it?” You knew Zayne wasn’t particularly stoic, at least, not with you, but that didn’t seem to matter as the flush on his face darkened. “You’re so cute…” you mumbled, digging deeper into his skin.

That was apparently enough to get Zayne to crack because he burst into loud laughter. “Stahahap! I’m beheheing seheheherious!”

“This is all a part of your checkup, Zayne,” you said, trying to return to your doctor persona. “I have to examine your lymph nodes.” You lightly fluttered your fingertips against Zayne’s armpits, or you tried to. It was difficult considering how tightly he was clamping his arms against his sides. 

Zayne wheezed as he tried to catch his breath. “Thihihihis is embarrassing!” Zayne managed to gasp out before falling back into a cascade of laughter. “Hehehahaha! You’re so–”

“I’m so what, Zayne?” you asked, quickening your tickling by a notch. “Finish that sentence, will you?”

“Nahahaha!” Zayne seemed to realize his mistake as he fell deeper into the couch. His arms twitched uselessly at his sides while his legs kicked out and twitched from underneath you. He bit his bottom lip to try to force down his smile, but that didn’t work to quell his giggles. “Plehehehese!” he laughed uselessly. 

With as much self-control as you could muster, you stopped tickling Zayne and pulled your hands out from his underarms. Zayne wrapped his arms around his torso. “Your examination is complete,” you said, pretending to write down on a clipboard. “Unfortunately, you suffer from giggling disease. It’s very fatal.”

Zayne took a second to let his breathing even out before he flashed you a wobbly smile that you were pretty sure wasn’t because you had just tickled the life out of him. “What’s the…” he sighed once more breathlessly, “...the treatment, doctor?” He looked up at you with such innocent doe eyes.

In place of a response, you leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips. They were warm. Soft. “Take five of these a day,” you whispered, bumping your forehead against his. “Doctor’s orders.”

Zayne kissed you back. 

[seethesunny]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged both by @adhdprincess and @emilylawsons! Thank you both 🫡❤️

I'm taking a small break from plot heavy stuff and writing some domestic Jackson au tonight :)

Snippet under the cut:

Friday nights are movie nights. 

That’s the sacred arrangement, and it’s indisputable. 

What it’s not, however, is the movie selection. 

Huddling together on the wooden floorboards of the living room, with Tess’s legs gracefully bent underneath and Joel's crisscrossed, their box where they safeguard the plastic cases is placed between them. 

Once they settled in their two-story house that Maria gave them the keys to, repairing what was needed was a task of months—and a whole lot more to adjust, they managed to find a bunch of them, and soon, their collection expanded. 

While Ellie usually is the one to watch them alone at any time of the day, crashing into their place, and usually she is the most eager for new acquisitions, these days she rarely shows up on Fridays.

A year and a half, and after she found her footing, she was out of their hair. 

Even if there are days and nights where they miss her, she’s found a place where she can be a normal teenager, and if that means being abandoned, then so be it.

Tess groans as he pulls out a DVD from the pile, face palming herself for the teenager’s idea of fun because, well, it keeps backfiring for her. 

“You gotta be doin’ this on purpose, I swear...” Tess complains, huffing and sagging her shoulders. 

Joel, on his behalf, glares at her for her dramatic disappointment, flipping the cover to read the back, grinning to himself even though he's seen this one countless times alongside Tommy. 

“What now? You ain’t like a classic?” Joel reaches out a hand to squeeze the round of her shoulder, eyes darting to the array of movies she got on the ground. “We can watch one of yours after this one.” 

Her gray and blue sweater moves with her when she twists to fully level him with a look, the fabric swallowing her whole, and Joel’s eyes are mocking when they lock. 

“You fucker.” She scorns him, yet shoving him with passive force that's not as reproaching. “You better promise.” 

Joel lifts a furry brow, extending his palm towards hers and gripping her bony wrist; playfully, he finds her pinkie and twines it with his, there. A promise. 

“I swear it. Or, I’ll go bald.” And he knows that, under every wrong stupid shit he can do, she stopped talking to him when he decided to shave; then forcefully agreed that doing so in the middle of the apocalypse was useless, either way. 

Her eyes roll up to the sky, smacking his beige covered chest. The sweater had no owner, so it got passed down to Joel. It brings out the color of his eyes, and Tess enjoys stealing it because his things are hers, too. 

“Keep rollin’ those jokes, and you won't sleep on the couch,” Warns Tess, expression darkening as Joel’s grin widens, “you’ll be sleepin’ outside. Yes? Go explore nature's wonders.” 

Blowing a breath through his nose, he pokes her side. “Ain’t a boy scout.” 

With a yelp, Tess smacks his underarm and scoots away, eyes dangerous like she would pounce at any moment and tackle him to the ground. 

Instead, she plucks her movie from the ground, leaving him with the mess, and she hauls herself upwards with a groan.  

“Alright.” She settles. “Let’s go watch your boring yeehaw movie.” 

It's already late, so I won't be tagging anyone, but anyone who wants to participate is free to do so!

[dumbstuffsstuff]

Albedo’s Revenge || Lee! Kaeya , Ler!Klee and Albedo

(This fic is not a continuation of any previous fics, sorry guys! Just lee! Kaeya :))

~~

Albedo was on his way to look for his little sister. He knew where to find her, and there was a specific reason why he needed to talk to her. It’s a common thing for Albedo and Kaeya to hang out together, but recently Kaeya has discovered a weakness in Albedo. A weakness that Kaeya learned to take advantage of quickly. Luckily, Albedo knew just the person to help him execute his brilliant plan of getting Kaeya back.

“Klee? Are you here?” Albedo knocks on Acting Grand Master Jean’s office door, she allows him entry and he sees Klee drawing pictures on the floor.

Klee gasps when she sees the person she loves most, “Mister Albedo!!!”

“Hey, Klee! Come on, we have a task to complete.”

“Bye Jean!” Klee waves at the master and the two siblings head to Kaeya’s office. Before they step in, Albedo kneels to whisper to Klee.

“I have a secret to tell you.”

“Ooh, a secret?”

“Yes, but you can’t tell anyone okay?”

“I promise.”

“Did you know that Kaeya is very ticklish?”

Klee’s eyes sparkle, and Albedo’s plan has been put into action.

“Kaeya?! No way! That’s so funny! We have to go test it out!”

“Yes! But we have to be sneaky or else he’ll know what we’re up to,” Albedo winks. Klee grins and they head into the knight’s office.

“Ah,” Kaeya greets, “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

Albedo grunts and hides his blush with his hand.

“And you brought Klee with you! How nice,” Kaeya kneels to give Klee a high five. Klee takes it and smiles knowingly.

“What brings you here?”

“We just have a few questions to ask you,” Albedo cracks his knuckles and nods at Klee. Kaeya furrows a brow.

“Uh, alright?” He flinches when Albedo sneaks up behind him, “What are you-?”

Albedo grabs Kaeya’s arms and lifts them above his head.

“Hey! What is the problem?!” Kaeya shouts.

“Say, Kaeya. Are you still ticklish by any chance?” Kaeya chokes on his breath. He says nothing, but his cheeks darken and he squirms in place.

“Klee?”

“I’m gonna getcha, Captain Kaeya!”

“W-Wait!”

Klee can only reach up far enough to tickle his knees.

“Ack! Kleehee! Wahait!” His knees buckle as he tries to be standing, but the devious geo behind him lets go of his hands and digs into his sides.

“WHAHahahah! Ahahalbedo! Klee! Wahahait! Thahat tihickles!” Kaeya falls to the floor, gripping his sides and twisting around to escape the tickling fingers.

“That’s kind of the point,” Albedo chuckles. Klee also helps Albedo with tickling his sides, Kaeya can really only lay there and take it, for he didn’t want to hurt Klee with an attempt to fight back, but he’d for sure be getting Albedo later.

“AHAHahahha! N-NOhohoOho! Nohot my stohomach!”

Albedo plays with Kaeya’s ribs and Klee wiggles her small fingers over the knight’s stomach. He tries to suck in his stomach but it does nothing.

“Tickle, tickle Captain Kaeya!”

“Klee! PleHEHEehease! Ihihit tiHIHIhickles sohoo much!”

“Hmm, I wonder…”

“Ahahah! S-Shuhut up, Albedo!”

“Now that’s rude, I’m not going to show mercy for that one.”

“Wahahahait! I’m sohoHOHORY! NOOHHOHOHO!”

Albedo had dug into his underarms, causing Kaeya to buck his hips and flinch. It was his weakest spot and Albedo knew this. He felt a tinge of embarrassment for having Klee to see him this way, but at the same time he enjoyed seeing her have fun (and maybe he didn’t mind Albedo tickling him either, but he’d never admit to that).

“Mister Kaeya! I wanna show you something!” Klee says with a smile.

“Ohoho yeahah? Whahat?” He giggles as Albedo switched to drilling small circles in his underarms.

Klee remembers a tactic that Albedo sometimes uses on her, she lifts the captains shirt and inhales greatly. Kaeya squirms, waving his hands but he can’t stop the devious child from her task.

“NOONO! K-KLEE WAHAHAHAHAIT!! AHAHAHA! AHALBEDOHOHO!” Albedo continued his attack on his underarms. Kaeya’s face was flushed red and tears started to form.

“OHOHOKAY! OKAY! AHahaha plehehease! Mehercy!”

Albedo gave Klee a sign to stop, and he himself got off the knight.

“Welp! Look at the time, I have to go now. Bye Kaeya!”

Albedo scurried off before Kaeya could grab him, but he managed to scoop Klee into hos arms and tickled her tummy.

“EHehehe! Mihister Kaeya! Nohohoo!” Klee giggles as she halfheartedly tries to push Kaeya’s fingers away.

“You really thought you could tickle me and get away with it?”

“Whahat about myhy brohother?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll get him next~.”

“I can help! I know all his spots!”

“Brilliant!”

~~~

Fin!

[awkwardlyflustered]

This or That

Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

Fandom: Now You See Me

A/N: Alright, it’s been a few days since I’ve done this purely because I realized I was writing off of the wrong year a little too late for my liking, but regardless, we persevere. So now, without further ado, I present my first (methinks?) fic for a fandom I’ve wanted to write for quite some time: Now You See Me. I’m a s l u t for my silly little magic people and now they will be wrecked because I say so. Enjoy!

“Fuck. You.”

“You literally just have to pick, it’s not that hard.”

“Yes it is. You’ve given me two ridiculous choices.”

“Hey, this is the most control you’re about to have for the next twenty minutes, give or take. So I suggest you take advantage of it.” Daniel just glared up at Jack, finally conceding to his little game. 

“Fine, but this is childish and stupid. I hope you know that,” he snarked at the younger man. Jack just smiled a little wider at this remark, delighted in the fact that he was making someone so composed relent to such a silly game. 

“Oh trust me I know, that’s half the fun,” he paused to let Atlas roll his eyes before continuing, “So what’ll it be? Twenty minutes on your sides, tummy, and hips. Or just five minutes on your… weak spot, let’s call it.” Daniel jumped at the quick poke he received to his underarms. The redness on his face just continued to rise and get darker and darker. He sat, sputtering, not even able to begin to think of an answer to such an impossible question. On one hand, twenty minutes is a long, long time when having to put up with such torture. But on the other hand, he didn’t know if he’d even be able to handle his underarms getting tickled at all, much less for five minutes. 

“Well? Which is it?” Wilde interrupted his thoughts, impatiently tapping his fingers along Daniel’s ribs. The curly haired man twitched with each tap, trying to squirm away from the offending fingers.

“Ah! St-stahahp,” he whined out, already starting to giggle, even from just the small pokes. 

“Alright, alright. But you need to give me an answer before I choose for you,” Jack threatened.

“Fine, fine, fine,” Daniel rushed out before Jack could do anything else. He quietly mumbled out his answer, his face once again darkening to a deep shade of crimson.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You’re going to have to speak up, that is, unless you just want me to choose?” he warned again, slowly crawling his fingers up the magician's ribs, getting closer and closer to his death spot. 

“NO,” Daniel screamed out, pulling on his arms that got pinned above his head at some point earlier, “TWENTY MINUTES! I CHOSE TWENTY MINUTES, JUST DON’T TICKLE MY ARMPITS!” Jack just smirked, happy to have finally won something over Daniel and set right to work. 

Before there could be anymore whining, pleading, or begging, there were fingers crawling all along his ribs, buzzing into his stomach, and squeezing at his hips. 

“Nohohohoh Jahahahack!”

“Hey don’t come whining to me now, you chose this.” Daniel just squeezed his eyes shut and kicked his legs out as ticklish little shocks shot up from his hips. 

“Plehehehease!”  Jack didn’t even bother in responding this time, simply relishing in the sweet giggles flooding his ears. He danced his fingers across Daniel’s tight stomach, occasionally pinching at his sides, taking more and more triumph with every cackle and squeal. 

Daniel couldn’t do anything besides lie there and take it. Every noise that came out of him made him blush deeper and deeper. His face looked like it was one shade away from exploding. 

“Hmm, you know, I want to try something,” Jack narrated as he rolled Daniel’s shirt up. Daniel didn’t even bother asking what was about to happen, just laid there happy to have a break to catch his breath. 

Slowly, Jack began lowering his head towards Daniel’s tummy. Daniel sat trying to scooch away from the impending doom. He sucked his stomach in as far as it would go, kicked his legs out as much as possible trying to do anything to deter this tickly attack. 

Lower and lower, his head dipped down so infuriatingly slow. He knew what was coming, he knew it was going to make him howl. He knew everything that was about to happen. The most infuriating part of it all? He couldn’t keep this damn smile off of his face. 

Lower and lower, he kicked, he squirmed, and still Jack just kept getting closer and closer. The lower he got, the more Daniel’s smile grew. Just an inch away from his sensitive tummy and he started giggling. The anticipation finally got to him, he couldn’t help it. Daniel let out this adorable little string of giggles, unable to keep them from tumbling out of his mouth. His face lit up worse than ever before. He couldn’t believe he was giggling, much less before even getting tickled. How utterly ridi-

His line of thought was promptly cut off but the shriek preceding the screechy laughs that came out of him as Jack finally made it to his tummy and began blowing raspberries. 

“JAHAHAHACK STAHAHAHAP!” Again, there was no response from Jack, he just continued peppering the older man’s stomach with raspberries. Daniel kicked and screamed with laughter, so desperately trying to get away from them. 

Jack could really only keep up this new method of “torture” as Daniel called it, for a few minutes before Daniel went silent. As soon as he did, Jack sat up, not letting Daniel go yet, but at least letting him catch his breath. 

“Are… you… done yet?” Daniel panted out, more than happy to have Jack’s face away from his stomach. 

“Well… it has been twenty minutes,” Jack began with the most shit eating grin Daniel had ever seen on that kid’s face, “Buuuuut, there’s just one more thing I want to do.” Daniel just concedes, not having it in him to fight the energetic little shit any longer. 

“Fine, but this it the last thing. Got it?” Jack just nods eagerly before diving into Daniel’s under arms. The noise that came out of Daniel, Jack could confidently say he had never heard before. And he was absolutely delighted to have been the person to cause it to come out of him. He smiled, enjoying himself far too much while Daniel thrashed and howled underneath him. 

He shrieked with laughter, tears already forming at the corners of his eyes. Laughing too hard to even form words, much less coherent ones. 

“Damn this really is your weak spot. I bet I could make you do anything, huh?” Daniel just desperately shook his head, having gone silent long ago. “Don’t worry, I’m not that mean,” Jack reassured, as he slowed himself to a stop. Daniel let the residual giggles pass while he laid there panting. 

“This was fun, let’s do it again some time?” Jack giggled like a little kid as he got up and ran away as fast as he could. He was a little more scared of Daniel than he’d ever care to admit, and had absolutely no interest in finding out the real hell that man could wreck any time soon. 

Once he recovered well enough, Daniel just sat up and chuckled. He’d get the little shit back sooner or later, but for now he was just gonna cherish the leftover smile still stuck on his face. 

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I started on chapter 38 last night so without further ado, some more Kit pretending to still be with the Resistance while at the jail:

Entering the jail, she found walking through its halls felt foreign to her, a place that she had last seen within a dream. Having last set foot in the place while having her mind stretched and broken by Faith, twisted into the creature she was now. The hallways still felt like they could stretch on forever, walled on each side by a thousand locked doors. This was no safe haven for her, just another place filled with terrible memories and ruled by a man who looked at her the same way her father did – like a disappointment. She hadn’t faced Whitehorse since she’d left to deal with Faith, hadn’t spoken to him since Tracey had flown away with the Henbane’s enemy number one in the helicopter with her – she supposed, in his eyes, she must have taken over the spot at this point.

Steadying her breath and patting Peaches on the head, she rapped on the door of what was once Virgil's office with the knuckles of her other hand – the hand he’d watched her use against Burke.

“Come in.”

The voice was faint from behind the door but it was enough to jostle her nerves. Taking one last deep breath, she pushed the door open and found Earl sitting at the desk going through inventory reports – reminding her of Jacob.

Looking up at her, Earl's deep bags and the lines on his face had seemed to have multiplied in the time since she’d been gone – he looked like hell – and with his hat sat on the desk, he was no longer draped in shadow over his face. She could see every pit and divot in his pores, every scruffy whisker he'd missed while shaving, and every hair that was left out of place as the warm incandescent light of the bulb that hung above him reflected off the bald portion of his head. 

“Cross.” He gave her a nod out of courtesy and then returned to shuffling papers. 

Cold and distant with her, he was still angry that she’d gone behind his back. 

“Sheriff.”

“So they sent you for the former Peggie, huh?" He said, rubbing at his under eyes, the darkened sweat stains in the underarm of his uniform clearly visible as he lifted his arm. "I don’t have to worry about you flying off with him never to return, do I?”

She raised a brow at the slight made against her. “No, sir.”

“Good.”

She shifted her weight onto her other leg, wincing as pressure was put on the thigh with the arrow wound that still needed proper patching. With a quiet hiss, she swapped her resting stance to put her weight back on the original leg. 

“Where is he?”

“Have him kept in one of the cells. Better safe than sorry, just in case this is all some ploy. Can’t be too careful.”

“Makes sense.”

Earl eyed Peaches amber and blue eyes from over the edge of his desk, leery of getting too close to the cougar. “Is that why you brought the cat with you?”

Kit smirked at his uneasiness with her partner. “No, sir. Just like having her around as a friend.”

Standing up from behind the desk, Earl barely looked at her as he stepped past the two guests in his office to open the door. “Follow me.”

The jail had become less of a bustling place as the Peggie problem had become contained in the Henbane. There were less people there looking for their port in the storm, many of them having returned to whatever still stood of their homes. To them the war was winding down, nearly over. She was waiting to see Earl standing at the ashen crater where the Town Hall once stood with a “Mission Accomplished” sign hung behind him. 

Passing by Cougars, they all seemed to ignore the woman they once called a hero, but they all certainly gave a second look to the cat that prowled behind her from which they got their namesake. She could see them slink up against the walls to get space between them and the sharp maw of Peaches. They had every reason to be afraid, wildcats were known to turn on their handlers.

“He already knows he’s set to go to a safe house in Fall’s End. But we’re trying to keep him in the dark just in case he turns out to be a mole. Don’t give him any significant details. If he asks questions, give him the runaround. Got it?” Earl asked, looking over his shoulder as Kit kept a few steps behind him.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure you won’t have a problem with that part,” he muttered.

She ignored the newest jab made against her and focused on her task as she played her role as the Deputy. “How long has he been in your custody?”

“Since the snow storm. Marched his way out here himself, damn near froze to death.”

Kit’s back stiffened, that was a long time. He could have told them John was alive, that Faith’s bunker was still in use, that she’d been staying at Saint Francis. “Has he said anything?”

“No.” Earl shook his head.

Thank God. 

“Says he won’t speak until he’s somewhere safe.”

“And you just took him in just like that?”

“We didn’t have many options. Besides, he’s not asking a lot. It’s the least we can do. We’re still better people than the cult, we can’t forget that.”

Kit sneered at the response. They were morally gray at best. Yes, this was a war. Yes, they had to do things that weren’t nice to survive. But they were questionable at best. There were no good sides or bad sides, and there certainly wasn’t a better side. All there was was winning and losing. The judging would be left up to God.

“No, he’s just asking for a safe place against the legions of the cult who’ve already hammered down the door before.”

“They don’t have Faith anymore. Legions don’t count for anything without leadership. Just look at Fall’s End, without John the resistance got its act together and the Peggies have moved on – we hope to do the same thing here soon enough.”

“Of course,” she said with a roll of her eyes. 

Turning down the hall, they arrived in the cell block where the former Peggie was resting on his cot. With mousy brown hair and what looked like a freshly shaved face considering the amount of nicks that scattered his jaw, he looked out between the bars with warm, hazel eyes. 

“Mornin’ son, your ride’s here.” Earl said as he unlocked the door with the keys chained to his belt. 

Kit stood off to the side, Peaches sitting beside her tail swishing back and forth across the concrete floor. 

As the cultist stepped out, he noticed the red hair and cold stare of the Deputy, the same ones he’d grown accustomed to thanks to all the sinner posters that scattered the county with her face on them. Glancing over at Peaches, currently licking her paw with one eye still kept on him, he swallowed heavily. 

Kit’s reputation preceded her. 

“I’m going with her?” He asked, voice trembling.

“Not gonna be a problem, is it? She is the reason you wanted out after all.”

He tried to stand a little straighter, a little taller so it wasn’t quite so obvious she scared the ever living shit out of him. “No, not a problem.” Forcing a small smile across his lips, he stretched out his hand towards Kit to greet her with a shake. “Good to meet ya, Deputy. I’m Mark.”

Pale eyes glanced down for a fleeting moment at his hand before her brow cocked, appearing utterly disinterested. Kit ignored the hand and turned to Earl. “Is there anything else I’m needed for while I’m out this way, or should I just take him and go?”

“You’re free to go, Cross.” Earl said, passing her a set of cuffs.

Nodding, she grabbed the cuffs from Earl’s hand and then pulled Mark by the arm, slapping the cuffs on his wrists behind his back. Without saying anything to him, she pushed him forwards, back the way she came.  

Walking through the halls back to the lot, Mark kept trying to look at her, his head turning to cast a stare in her direction every few steps. His eyes searched her face for something, to get a read on her, but just like with everyone else she made that extremely difficult for him to do. 

Leading him back out to her truck, she pulled open the passenger door and tossed him up into the backseat. 

“Uh, I’m not gonna have to sit with your um…cougar, am I?”

Her expression remained blank, devoid of all human emotion. “No, she gets the front seat with me.”

“Right.” He nodded nervously. 

Kit slammed the door shut and took her seat behind the wheel, drumming her fingers against it. Any minute now that call would come in. Any minute now Earl would know. Any minute now she’d have the entire county coming down on her head. She sighed and put the keys in the ignition. Revving the engine, she drove off away from the jail. 

Reaching a fork in the road, one direction would lead them towards the Valley, back to the heart of the Resistance. The other headed up into the Whitetails. Pausing at the intersection, she gave a sideways glance to the road that led to freedom for her passenger. Her foot slammed down on the gas, and she took the road that led to the mountains instead. 

Pale eyes flicked up to the rear view mirror, noticing Mark suddenly becoming squirrely in the back. His faced pressed to the window, he could see the turnoff they just missed, his panicked breaths fogging up the glass. 

“I thought the safe house was in Fall’s End?”

“Mmhmm.”

“B-but this way leads to –” Hazel eyes looked up at the mirror, wide and frantic like a trapped animal. 

There was a tug at the corner of her lip, a smirk barely contained.

“Where are you taking me?” He leaned forward in his seat, nearly ready to drop down onto his knees and beg for his life. 

“Where do you think?”

“But you’re the –”

The Deputy? She was. In another life. One she had left behind several lives ago. Clearly this was a man who had stopped living with the Father’s words in his heart and head for some time. She was something else now. Something she could be proud of. 

“I’m the Lion.”

With the utterance of the title his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. “Please, please don’t do this. Please don’t take me to Jacob.”

She smiled, her eyes left cold and dead. “Trust me, Jacob should be the least of your worries.”

[boytickler35]

Dorm Tickle Horror Finale

The monster burst through the dorm room door to find Mike sitting on the bed dangling his legs and staring at his feet, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but go ahead and tickle me.” Mike was still dressed the same as he had been at the start, tight shirt, shorts and a pair of black ankle socks. The monster smiled obviously happy with Mike’s statement, “What’s with the change of heart, I didn’t think you wanted to be tickled.” “I don’t really want to, but you want to tickle me so I guess I might as well try to like it. Maybe it won’t be that bad.” Mike tried to look optimistic while the monster smiled and approached the willing teen. Mike slid over to give the monster room to sit on the bed, “So how does this work exactly?” The monster chuckled and sat down next to the teen, “Well, I’m going to tickle you of course. I can go slowly for you if you want.”

            Mike blushed and nodded, “I’d appreciate that.” The monster laughed, “Don’t worry boy I won’t hurt you, and who knows by the time this over, you may like being tickled. Now let’s see… well you’re not wearing any shoes on your feet which is nice, but I’ll save those for later… what about sides? Those should make a decent place to start… or maybe your stomach…no too generic I need something special for you… Okay, I’ve got it. Stretch your legs out.” Mike looked nervous but he did so anyway. The monster slowly began to tickle the backs of Mike’s knees and his thighs. The boy responded with a smile and some squirms shifting nervously, and in response to the tickling, as the monster’s fingers caress his legs. The monster chucked and pushed the boy’s legs off his lap. “You’re Mike, right? Where do you think you’re ticklish?”

            Mike felt his face heat up at the question but stammered out a response anyway, “My feet, underarms, stomach, pretty much everywhere.” The monster smiled encouragingly trying to get the student to relax. “Sounds like you’re pretty certain about that, I’m just going to poke around your upper body and test your reaction, see what I’m up against.”  True to his word, the monster reached out and poked Mike’s sides and ribs eliciting a stream of giggles. “hehehehehehehehehehahahahehahehahehahehaeha” “Well you certainly are pretty ticklish, let’s try here.” The monster ran a finger over the boy’s stomach earning a yelp. The monster smiled and Mike’s blush darkened. “We seem to have found a sweet spot, Mike.” The boy nodded but still looked uncomfortable.

            The monster frowned slightly at the student’s reaction. “Mike, you need to relax and enjoy yourself.” The monster’s voice was serious but not threatening and Mike found himself trying to heed the advice. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Alright, I’ll try.” The monster smiled encouragingly and replied, “That’s all I ask. Now let’s have some real fun, take you shirt off and we can step this up.” Mike stood up from the bed and did as the monster had asked, stripping off his shirt and then turned to face the monster who seemed delighted at the boy’s compliance. He reached out and lightly ticked the bare skin of the boy’s stomach and was rewarded with a squeal and a genuine grin from Mike. The monster now used a few more of his hands, tickling along Mike’s sides, ribs and stomach. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”  The monster was shocked at not only the volume of laughter but also at how soft the skin was. His fingers glided across the flesh without any resistance and Mike’s laughter continued to get louder.

            The monster paused to give Mike a break and let the boy catch his breath, “So how is it?” In between his pants Mike managed to say, “Intense.” Did you enjoy it?” Mike flushed again and nodded. “Alright,” the monster began smiling, “let’s try something new; put your arms behind your head and try to hold them there.” The monster reached out and light began tickling Mike’s armpits. The boy managed to keep his arms behind his head despite his laughter, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”  The monster’s fingers swirled around in the student’s armpits.

            The sensation tickled so much. That was the first thing on Mike’s mind but as the tickling continued, he found himself enjoying it. He was able to just laugh. It had been a long time since he was able to let go and laugh without reservation. He found himself enjoying the fingers sending ticklish shocks through his body. He was almost sorry when he felt the fingers leave his skin.

            The monster observed the grinning boy below him. Mike’s face was lit up with a pure, childish glee. “So what do you say now Mike?” The boy smiled at his shyly and replied, “I think I’m ready for you to really step it up.” The monster chucked at the newfound enthusiasm and resolved to ask after its source later, but for now he would oblige his prize. “What do you have in mind?” To his delight the boy swung his feet onto the monster’s lap and wiggled his socked toes in a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The monster looked him in the eye, “Are you sure about this?” Mike nodded bravely.

            The monster needed no more encouragement, his fingers eagerly descended on the offered feet. He skillfully scratched the socked soles and gently tickled the side of Mike’s feet. His efforts were rewarded by gales of laughter emanating from the student, “HAHEHAHAHEHEHAHEHAHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” The monster was enjoying himself; Mike’s feet were soft, even through the socks, and they reacted wonderfully to the tickling, squirming around on his lap but not actually pulling away. The monster wanted to rip the socks off and get at the beauties underneath, but he had promised to go slow and so he did. The boy’s laughter was musical to him and he continued to tickle the students feet until in between the stream of laughter he heard, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOPHAHAAHHA.” The monster stopped immediately and Mike’s feet stayed on the monster’s lap spasming with the tingling sensation for a few moments and then he pulled them back.

            The monster was disappointed for a moment thinking his play time was over, but once again Mike surprised him. The college student stripped off his socks and placed his now bare feet back on the monster’s lap. The monster stared right at the boy, “Are you sure about this Mike?” Mike’s face was still red and the monster was not sure if it was from embarrassment or just from the tickling over the past twenty minutes. The boy nodded determinedly, “I want to try it without my socks on.” To the monster it was Christmas came early, the boy’s feet were perfect, soft and smooth, slightly damp from being in socks and the tickling they had previously received.  

            The monster gladly went about filling the request. The now bared soles continued to offer little in the way of resistance so the monster’s expert fingers glided along them. He slowly ticked the soles and heel with quick flicks of his finger up and down. All he heard from Mike was a steady stream of laugher, “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHEHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!” It was almost defining but it was wonderful to the monster and, he suspected, to Mike. The student seemed to be enjoying it, which was what the monster had always wanted. The continued with his tickling, playing with the skin underneath and the toes and with the pads of toes themselves, eliciting a higher pitched laughter from Mike as he found more sensitive areas on the teen’s feet.

“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!”

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            It had been several hours since the monster had started tickling Mike. They had had fun with the tickling and Mike had revealed to the monster, during one of the many breaks, that he felt like a kid again and he wasn’t able to just laugh these days. The tickling gave hima reason to let go and be happy without needing a reason. Although they had both enjoyed themselves the fun had ended a while ago. Mike had gone to his dorm room and found Senghoon. His friend had been overjoyed to see him but both where so tired from their tickling that they had gone to bed immediately, resolving to figure out everything in the morning. When they woke up, it was like nothing had happened, at all. The building they were in was the right one, the doors led out to the campus, and the people were all where they were supposed to be, including Joe and Austin. The other boys had remembered the events of the previous night, but only through a tickle induced haze. They decided to keep it between themselves and continue on with their lives, which they did. Or they did until final’s season was over and they found themselves in much the same state they had found themselves in a few months ago. The group was relaxing until they heard a pounding on the door. Senhoon answered it and the monster stepped in to the dorm. Mike smiled, “Welcome back,” around him the others were pulling off socks and shirts, “we’re ready to start when you are.” The monster smiled with glee and said, “Then let’s relieve some stress.”

[riptozier]

@gazebobullshit said: ❝ okay, okay, i'll do anything, just please stop tickling me ... ! ❞ ( can’t pass up canon ticklish!eddie u.u )

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✘ . *. ⋆ OH EDDIE, poor , unfortunate eddie. this obviously was all richie's doing , playing halloween a bit too late and attempting to scare the other , retaliating with tickles when he tried to fight back. it was gentle and playful banter at first , but it evolved to a full-scale tickle attack eventually , richie managing to get the smaller man PINNED against the couch before going straight for the weak spots on eddie's sides and underarms.

even as their laughter harmonized in the air chilled by frost and the scent of fresh balsam and sugar cookies , richie began to feel his heart throbbing in his chest , an almost melancholic feeling of nostalgia washing over him in waves. seeing eddie like this , all undone underneath him , deep dimples traced into his cheeks as his lips were stretched in an endless smile , extenuating the wrinkles under his eyes as he laughed helplessly under richie's touch ... it brought him back to their CHILDHOOD. he remembered how he would do the same thing to a much younger version of eddie , how his eyes would crinkle up and his cheeks would darken in a blush the same way. clearly , that wasn't the only thing that stayed the same , for it came with a joyous realization that eddie was just as ticklish now as he was then.

❝ really? anything? ❞ it usually went like this , richie's tickle victims needing to beg their way out of the torture , anything for the bespectacled man to feel like he either knocked them down a peg or pushed himself up a few. but it sounded intriguing , an offer settling itself in his brain , making him FLUSH darkly and wanting it to go away but to no avail. he hooked his fingers against the other's ribs , letting him know that he was still in control , reminding him of what he was capable of if he tried any funny business or to get away. ❝ could you ... gimme a kiss? ❞

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