#EHEHEVIL LAUGH!!!!!

[astral-disastral-catastral]

GUESS WHO HIT PITY BEFORE GETTING A SINGLE SMILK BECAUSE THE GAME IS A HATER!!!!!! After spending ≈12,100 crystals to build a little area for him, ≈27,408,421 coins on resources like upgrading toppings and swapping them out and beascuits and upgrading skill to level 90 [which was like 3mil coins..], 5 days grinding to clear every mission except like a few, spending £26.96 in total and went from ≈86k crystals to like ≈35k/43k/45k, fully upgraded 45 deceitful toppings........ I can finally watch him walk around in my kingdom and speak at random intervals and obliterate everyone in arena muahahahaha... TECHNICALLY.. HAPPY BIRTH AND HAPPY DAY SMILK!!! HAPPY SMILK DAY!!! JAN 19TH!!!!

Truth be told, I don't think I'm normal about them.. there is no point in lying about it anymore💔💔💔💔 also can we agree the little song at the end of his gacha theme fits him sm and goes so hard and the way he looks at pv is undeniably yaoi-fueled and screams "i want that cookie so effing bad"

Funfact: giving him a lot of dmg resist bypass and cooldown is a good idea for arena and i think current meta is him, gc, dc, snapdragon and bs wind archer and mf you had a good run you may or may not be missed... 50/50....

[glitchgh0sty]

*slams wip down on table*

*refuses to elaborate*

*leaves*

Yall, this au,, this one right here, 🤖 •o•⁉️,, no words needed, just 😭🤲✨ [perfection <33]

[Mecha pilot jazz au, by Keferon]

[otomiyaa]

Luigi x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 13. “That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position.” Requested by @weegee-simp69 for my 1K Followers Event🌻

This. Was. Crazy!

"No! S-stay away hahaha!" you giggled nervously, speeding through the big castle. You were enjoying your annual holiday over at the castle of Princess Peach, together with your boyfriend Luigi and the whole gang, and you had only been laughing at him.

At Luigi being the victim of the group for anything, from the silliest pranks to getting ganged up on during any game you played, to the most intense tickle tortures.

Speaking of that last one...

"I'll make you feel what it's like!" Luigi chirped, very close behind you now.

Eek! After only laughing and giggling at his misery, something had snapped in him and switched the usual mostly timid guy into a revenge-mode he usually reserved only for the fiercest kart races.

"No you cahahan't!" you cried. Which was true. One Luigi tickling you couldn't be as bad as what Mario and the gang made him go through the past weekend.

Which didn't mean it couldn't be bad at all.

"WAh!" Luigi was already very close behind you, but you tripping caused him to bump into you from behind, resulting in him conveniently tackling you to the floor.

"Gotcha now!"

There was no way to apologize for not helping him and for laughing at him, because without giving you any chance to talk yourself out of it, he started tickling your sides and stomach without mercy.

"Plehehease!" you howled instantly, but Luigi only smirked triumphantly.

"There's no escaping now~" Wow he really embraced his villain era now. Bowser's latest antics rubbed off on him huh?

"Wahahait - you dohohon't n-need to dohoho this!" you cackled, swatting at his nimble fingers.

You were lucky that Luigi was kind enough not to share with the others how ticklish you were. You were even worse than him, probably, and you both knew that they wouldn't let you get away without a regular wrecking here and there, if they were aware of this little fact.

Though you could swear it may also be because Luigi wanted to keep the privilege of tickling you to himself, it was still sweet of him to only do this to you in private. As long as it could remain private, of course.

"S-someonhohone m-might seehee ahaha!" you laughed in an attempt to end your demise early. Luigi shook his head.

"No one's here but nice try! The ticklish scaredy cat has got you all to himself~" he said proudly.

Wah! It wasn't even you who called him a ticklish scaredy cat first, it was Wario! But... you definitely snorted and repeated the nickname once or twice just to tease him.

What goes around comes around huh. You were still laughing, only for different reasons this time.

"Oh, where do you think you are going?" Luigi asked when you managed to break free only for a brief moment. You tried to crawl away, only for him to capture your legs, and he tickled you behind your knees.

"Nohoho wah! Luigeeheehee!"

"...Did you just call me 'Waluigi'?"

Pffft! No, but - "Yehehehes! You're ehehevil just like hihim!" You weren't helping yourself, but you couldn't help it. Comparing Luigi to Waluigi wasn't a compliment.

“That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position," Luigi said, and he reached for your thigh and tickled you like hell.

"AAHAhaha! Oka-ahahaay I tahahake it back!" Abort mission, no more teasing in this position, Luigi really seemed very energized by getting tickled so much by the others!

"Hmm what was that?"

"NAHAHA! SAHAharreeheee!"

You two were definitely a match made in heaven. Your silly cackles were similar to how Luigi would sound in the same situation. And even though you would love to let him join you now with some hysterical laughter of his own, there was no strength left in your ticklish body to get him back.

"I'm sohohorry! Forgihihive me-ahaha!" you laughed tiredly.

It took you a few more of those similar pleas, and some more of the most ticklish leg- and side tickles, before he finally stopped and let you catch your breath.

"Forgive and forget, for now," he said with the cutest smug little grin.

"But you should help me out next time, or I will gladly do it again."

It was a comfort to see him so confident around you. "Well, as you just noticed, hehe, I'm definitely no match for them. I can't really help you."

Luigi made a face.

"Hm... Right. Then the least you can do, is not laugh at me. Or I'll make you laugh for a different reason," he said, and he playfully wiggled his finger against your tummy.

You giggled and caught his finger with both hands. Now that was a condition you could live with. Probably.

"Deal!"

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 22: Ler Moods on Work Days

Luigi's ler mood continues to distract him even during his work day. Meanwhile, Mario is very in-the-dark about the community, and asks Luigi for advice.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, 

Luigi groaned and slowly opened his eyes. 

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BE- *tap* 

Luigi smiled slightly as he heard his brother groan and slap the top of the alarm clock to turn the beeping off. It was Thursday morning, and Luigi was already begging to fall back asleep. 

Mario sat up and rubbed his face, clearly tired. 

“Morning, Mario.” Luigi said. 

“Morning Luigi.” Mario replied, getting out of bed. “Did you sleep well?” Mario asked. 

“Kinda…” Luigi admitted.  

“Kinda? What happened?” Mario asked. 

“Oh nothing…” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario chuckled and got out of bed. “Lee mood?” Mario asked, poking his side. 

“No…” Luigi admitted as he caught Mario’s hand. 

“Oh…” Mario said, pulling on his arm slightly. Luigi turned around and lifted Mario’s arm up above his head. “The opposite, actually.” Luigi replied, tickling up Mario’s ribs first. 

“Ohoho NOHOHOHO! Leheherrr mohohood!” Mario laughed, 

“That’s right, Mario.” Luigi poked the lowest rib. “A big…” He poked the middle ribs. “Fat...” He poked the rib right below the armpit. “Ler mood.” 

Mario shook his head and pulled on his arm. “Luihihigihihi ihihit’s 7 o’clohohock ihin the mohohornihing!” Mario told him. 

“Yeah, has that stopped me before?” Luigi teased. “Besides: I’ve been in a ler mood since late last night!” Luigi explained. 

“Okahahay, ohohokahay.” Mario opened his right eye. “Fihine, but behehe gehehentle.” Mario told him. 

“Okay.” Luigi moved his fingers to the neck. “Can I at least tickle here?” Luigi asked, fluttering his fingers right on his brother’s jawline. 

Mario tittered, curled his neck in, giggling like a little girl. “Ohohokahahayhyhyhyhy.” Mario told him. 

Luigi smiled and tickled his brother’s jawline as gently, but as cruelly as his fingers could go. He wanted Mario to be aching for a chance to really laugh, but he also wanted Mario to melt at his touch. “This is what lers like to call ‘gentle tickles’, or ‘light tickles’. They’re supposed to leave the lee giggling, but begging for more.” Luigi explained. “Ihihit’s ehehevil!” Mario told him. 

“Yeah…But it’s merciful compared to the rough tickles some lers give people.” Luigi added. “And let me tell you, they can be veeeeery rough.” Luigi warned. “But I’m not a rough tickler.” Luigi let him know. 

“Yehehes yohou ahahare! Yohou’re ahaha lihihiar!” Mario yelled back. 

Luigi chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe I am.” Luigi replied. “But only you’ll know that.” He stopped his fingers and wiped away the extra phantom tickles on Mario’s neck. “Time for us to get ready?” Luigi asked. 

Mario rubbed his own neck, quickly noticing that Luigi’s touch had made the phantom tickles go away super quickly. “It’s so weird how well that works.” Mario admitted. 

“I know, right?!” Luigi reacted. “So, am I gonna have to keep an eye out for you while we’re working?” Mario asked. 

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “Only if we’re not with customers.” Luigi replied with a wink. 

Mario rolled his eyes and poked his side as he put his overall strap on. “You’re not the only one who can switch roles on a dime.” Mario told him. 

Luigi snorted and covered his mouth, freezing long enough for Mario to laugh at him. He sighed and smiled a bit before getting himself dressed. Luigi made them both a coffee, while Mario put together some breakfast for the two of them. Luigi gave Mario his gloves before putting his own on, while Mario organized their toolkit before letting Luigi pick it up. Leaving the house, the boys waved to the roads as they walked by. Luigi wrapped the tool bag around himself before hopping on the floating cubes in the air that led to the pipe. Mario was right behind him, hopping into the pipe right after him. 

Making it to Brooklyn, Mario and Luigi got into their car and started it. Mario turned the car around and began to drive to their first location. While he was waiting, Luigi had been reading a rather old tickle fanfic by nhasablogg about Nick & Charlie (two gay lovers from Heartstopper). This specific one was about Charlie discovering that Nick had ticklish hands while he’s drawing on his hand. It was a really cute and romantic idea, and one that Luigi kept coming back to whenever he craved some cute tickle fics. Nhasablogg had always been an amazing writer, even back when she was just nhasablog on AO3 from 2015 onward. 

Gosh…2015…that was way back when Luigi had just been a little snooper on the internet. No one even knew who he was that early on. He was just a sly snooper with a heavy lee mood and nothing else to do but go to school, and then go home to read fanfics all day and watch tickle scenes uploaded on youtube by unassuming people. He didn’t have a name, a profile, or even a voice on the internet back then. He just existed. And he always made sure to get back to this AO3-turned-Tumblr writer known as Nhasablog(g) and see what they’re doing these days. And maybe reread one or two of their newer fanfics again… 

*Poke* 

“eeEEK!” Luigi jumped, dropping his phone and quickly attempting to catch it. 

“We’re here.” Mario told him with a smile. 

Luigi finally caught the phone, and looked at Mario. “Sorry…I didn’t know the car stopped.” Luigi admitted. 

“You didn’t feel the car stop at all?” Mario asked. 

“No…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario chuckled and opened his own car door. “Phone away, focus on work. Okay?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded and opened the car door, before hopping out and closing the door. He followed Mario to the door of the customer’s house while carrying the toolkit. 

Later:

Luigi and Mario stopped at a restaurant and parked the van. They had set up their next appointment for 1:15, which meant they had an hour and a half to kill. 

Luigi and Mario were seated at a 2-person table, and started to look at the menus. “So…What are you gonna get?” Mario asked. 

“I don’t know.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay.” Mario closed his menu and looked at Luigi. “So what were you reading earlier?” Mario asked. 

Luigi slowly put the menu down as he developed a wobbly smile. “Uuuhhhhehehe…” Luigi mumbled. 

“Tee-kay fanfic?” Mario asked, enunciating the T and the K for the short form Luigi usually uses. 

Luigi nodded his head subtly, but noticeable enough for Mario to see it. “Yeah…By a writer named Nhasablog.” Luigi told him. 

“Who’s that?” Mario asked. 

“Another fanfic writer. They’ve been in the community for ages now.” Luigi admitted. “Since…2015, I think.” he replied. 

“Geez…” Mario muttered. “How many stories have they written?” Mario asked. 

“As of August 8…two hundred and twenty two.” Luigi replied. 

“And…Does this person have a real name? Or are they only known by their nickname?” Mario asked. 

“The Nhasablog person goes by just the letter N.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay. So N…Jin…Pocket…Who else is there?” Mario asked. 

“Oh! So many, it’s exhausting to keep track.” Luigi replied. “There’s also Nico, Kanene, Joker, Drew…It’s a lot. But my main people are Pocket, Drew, and Jin.” Luigi replied. 

Mario chuckled. “It’s hard for me to keep track without a visual context.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi nodded. “I know…” He muttered, before remembering something helpful. “Actually…Me and Pocket chatted a couple days ago.” Luigi admitted as he pulled out his phone and pulled up the Tumblr chain, before giving it to Mario. 

Mario took the phone and read the chain. 

{trashyswitch asked: [*sneaks up and pokes your sides* BOO!] 

weegee-the-lee answered: [*Screeches* Pocket!] }

Mario looked up at Luigi. “You’re just…going along with this?” Mario asked. “You’re not questioning this stranger?!” He asked. 

Luigi chuckled. “I don’t need to. The fact that she sent ME a message for the first time is huge.” Luigi admitted. 

Mario narrowed his eyes before shrugging his shoulders and going back to reading. 

{trashyswitch: [Yeeees? ;) What would the special green bean like? I’m all ears!👂🏻]

weegee-the-lee: [For you to not scare me like that! I was scared enough in the darklands!]

trashyswitch: [*widens eyes* Oh…did I bring back bad memories? *grows worried*]

weegee-the-lee: [*snickers* No, I’m just more paranoid.]

trashyswitch: [Oh…Alright. *skitters fingers on ribs* Is this better, Lee-uigi?] }

Mario chuckled again. “Everyone on here just calls you Lee-uigi?” Mario asked. 

Luigi nodded his head almost proudly. “Yup.” He replied, popping the P. 

Mario rolled his eyes and went back to reading. 

{weegee-the-lee: [*yelps* Pohohocket! Cuhut ihihit ohout!]

trashyswitch: [And why shall I stop? Why shall the evil Pocket stop tickling Weegee?]

weegee-the-lee: [*whines* shuhut uhuhup! Yohou’re thehe wohohorst!]

trashyswitch: [Am I? Am I really? *lessens tickles slightly*]

weegee-the-lee: [W-wehell... Mahaybe nohot…] }

Mario looked at Luigi. “So…It’s completely normal for lees to subtly admit to their lers that they like being tickled? Or were you just being cute?” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked down. “Uhhhh…It’s fairly normal…” Luigi replied awkwardly. 

Mario chuckled and looked back at the messages. 

{trashyswitch: [Okay. 🙂 *squeezes sides a couple times before stopping*]

weegee-the-lee: [*sits down, panting*]

trashyswitch: [*sits down beside him* Was that too much?] 

weegee-the-lee: [*shakes head, smiling*] 

trashyswitch: [*smiles and baps the bill of your hat*]

weegee-the-lee: [*giggles* that reminds me. *brings out a purple hat similar to his own, with “TS” on the front, and slaps it onto your head*]

trashyswitch: [*gasps loudly and fixes the hat on my head* OH MY GOSH- *hugs Weegee tightly* THANK YOU!! I love it! *tries not to tear up*]

weegee-the-lee: whOA- *giggles* You’re welcome!} 

Mario laughed and handed him back the phone. “You guys are nerds, I swear.” Mario reacted. 

Luigi took back the phone and pulled up something else. “You don’t need to worry about stranger-danger, Mario. I know what I’m doing.” Luigi said. “Unlike her, I didn’t post my face online and then link all the face reveals in the masterpost.” Luigi added. 

Mario blinked and sat back in his chair. “Say that again…but slower.” 

Luigi cleared his throat. “Nah. I’ll just show you.” Luigi showed Mario a picture on the website. It was of a female in a black shirt that said ‘Tumblr’ in pink cursive on the shirt. 

Mario widened his eyes and stared at the photo. “....Wow.” He handed Luigi his phone back. 

Luigi took his phone and closed it before putting it in his pocket. 

Mario bit his lip. “So…Do any of your other online friends have…face reveals?” Mario asked. 

“Nope. Just Pocket.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay.” Mario replied. “Well, that makes me feel a small bit better.” He admitted. “But one more thing:” Mario leaned back and bit his lip. “Would you recommend I get Tumblr?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened and gasped. “G-Get Tumblr?! To-To what?” He asked. 

“To…meet these people and learn more about the tickle community.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi widened his eyes and covered his mouth. There was no way…this had to be a joke, or some sort of prank. “You want to…start up a Tumblr account…to learn more about the community?” Luigi asked. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s only an idea right now.” he admitted. “You’ve talked so much about it and I feel so out-of-the-dark half the time. Maybe if I joined Tumblr and saw some of the things you see, then…I may be able to understand you better.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi was smiling brightly and looking down a small bit, blushing slightly. 

“And…I’m scared that these people you talk to won't really like me because I’m not traditionally part of the community?” Mario asked next. 

Luigi shook his head. “I already told you: We are in desperate need of allies.” Luigi told him. 

Mario smiled and looked over at the waitress as she walked up. 

“Are you ready to order?” The waitress asked. 

Mario nodded. “I think so. Can I get a-”

After Work: 

Mario and Luigi headed to the big green tube and hopped out of the car. “So what are some other teases people in the community use?” Mario asked. 

“Oh boy…” Luigi sighed and closed the door. “Verbal teases, tools, there’s a lot. Some people come up with games and challenges.” Luigi explained. 

“Like what?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smiled. “One of them is ‘Arms up’. The lee keeps their arms up above their head, while the ler tickles the armpits. Keep it up for a certain amount of time, then you win. If the lee drops their arms down, then the ler gets to do something to ‘punish’ or discipline’ the lee.” Luigi replied. 

Mario laughed. “Wow…Evil, but fun.” Mario admitted. 

Luigi bit his lip. “Yeah…That’s one of the things we look for in games like that.” Luigi admitted. 

“Evil, but fun?” Mario asked. 

“Yup. Evil, but fun…for both the ler and the lee.” Luigi replied. 

Mario nodded before hopping into the pipe. “See you there!” Mario shouted. 

Luigi hopped into the tube and flew through the tube right behind his brother. He held onto the plumbing toolkit that was around his shoulder, making sure that none of the tools fell out. As he flew through the invisible part of the pipe, Luigi admired the sunset and the rays that covered the white clouds in a mix of dull purple, light pink mixed in with the endless shades of orange, and yellow down to where the sun had hidden under the horizon. It was awe-inspiring, and it made time slow down for a moment or two…

Nothing…

Nothing beats seeing this beautiful sight every evening. 

[shadow-says-hello]

ayo. can you write a fic of rare WRECKING. THE. LIFE. out of air bc he was teasing abt his core and how it is vulnerable and how he can easily tickle it?

Vulnerable Wubbox

Summary: Air teases Rare about his vulnerable ticklish core

Lee!Air Ler!Rare

“Sometimes I almost feel bad for you,” Air teased, patting Rare’s back with his wing.

“Oi, wub down your volume, will you?? Sure, my core may be open but I have no control over that!” Rare fought back.

“Yeah but most of us have closed cores, I mean, think of Water’s core. It’s fully closed!”

“What about Common? What about Plant? What about Cold? They have open cores!” Rare tried making a point.

“Ha! But at least their cores MOVE, yours can only spin. And if another monster pins you down, they can attack your core pretty good” Air said, using his wing to poke Rare’s core, making him jump back with a giggle.

“Hey! Well…I mean…at least…err…error…at least I can tickle monsters pretty good in return…” Rare stuttered.

“Ha. I got you there, didn’t I?” Air was proud of his teasing.

“No, you didn’t.”

“What do you mean???” Air couldn’t help the smirk forming on his lips.

“I can tickle monsters pretty good in return, and if they make fun of my vulnerable ticklish core, I’ll show them just as vulnerable and ticklish they are too”

Air’s smirk left his face.

Rare put on a devious smirk.

And then tackled the winged wubbox to the ground, straddling him.

“Wahait! Yohou cahant doho anything! Ahat leheast ihi cahan clohose my cohore” Air giggled, trapping the golden ball in his tummy.

“Well, that’s okay. I wasn’t going for that spot anyways” Rare said, scratching the closed shell of the core.

“Eee! Rahare dohont!!!!” Air squealed.

“Ah, no! You deserve this!!! Earth gave me some pointers” Rare’s eyes drifted off to Air’s wings, specifically the pits.

“Wahahait noho ehearth wahas prohobably lyhying plehease NOHOHO! AHAHA! RAHARE!!!!!!!” Air shrieked.

Rare had dug into the wing pits, scribbling into them.

“Not until you apologize for making fun of my core”

“BUHUT ITS VULNERABLE! IHTS FAHACTS!!!!,” Air screeched, accidentally opening his core because he really was losing it, he’s so ticklish.

Rare used his knees to pin down the arms of Air, and then pried open the core some more.

“NOHO RAHARE DOHONT!!!!” Air kept trying to close the box but Rare’s grip was too strong.

Not only did Rare ignore Air and blow a raspbrrry onto the soft core, but he also put his hand into the core and tickled all over it, sending Air into hysterics!

Air hadn’t been tickled there much, since his core’s box was always closed.

And that meant that the golden orb had gained ticklishness over time, so Air was laughing and screaming (like how he does on air island) and couldn’t close his core.

Tears were filling up in the goggles he was wearing, and his wings were flailing about everywhere.

“IHIM SOHOHO SOHORRY!!!! PLEHEHEASE! RAHAHAHAHAREEEE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!!” Air’s laugh was getting wheezy.

“Thank you! Sorry if I went too hard, you’re just fun to tickle” rare laughed.

“Yohoure ehehevil”

The end

It’s short but whatever I had some fun with this one. My prompts still will be coming in a little late :)

[idiotic21]

Mr and Mrs Hamato

Chapter 2 - The Mystic She Thief

Previous All Stories

Timestamp - 11 months after the Krang was defeated. Leo has fully healed from his wounds.

Four turtles parkoured their way across the city. What started out as a comforting lazy Saturday morning was suddenly interrupted by a Donnie Alert. Someone robbed the museum of natural history, taking a priceless piece of meteorite with them. 

Leo's voice boomed over the loud street noise, "How much further, Don?". Donnie checked the map on his wristband, "Just five more streets down, wait no- six, gah seven!"

"Can't you get pin the baddie's location?" Mikey frowned as the numbers began to confuse him. "Who moves that fast anyway? It's like they have their own portal or somethin'" Raph complained.

Donnie and Leo shared a look, both possibly thinking the same thing. Donnie nodded, "Probably. With all the crazy - ugh- things we went through -grr- all those years back? I would not be surprised!" the genius concluded over grunts as he moved delicately around some hap-hazard clothing lines. 

Leo grimaced as he eyed the congested streets below, "A good reason not to take the Turtle Tank. We'd only get stuck in the traffic."

"Well, they better be portalling somewhere important. I did not miss my Saturday Morning Breakfast Special just to come out and bash some lowlife thief," the youngest spoke for everyone.

"Yeah!" the four brothers cried out in the agreement. Saturday mornings are not to be taken lightly.

The purple turtle suddenly broke to a stop and the leader in blue quickly signaled Raph and Mickey to do the same. 

The genius removed this tech wristband and hunched over it. His brows furrowed in intense concentration. "What is it, bro?" Leo asked as he leaned on Donnie's battle shell. The boys huddled together as the genius began to explain. 

"My tech managed to track the use of mystic energy from our loose baddie."

"Mystic? So we are dealing with a yokai or a mutant," Raph asked quietly and waited for Donnie's reply. The boys watched silently as the tech whiz suddenly pulled one of Leo's swords and tapped into the mystic portal energy with Donnie's own mystic powers. 

The purple markings on his shoulder began to glow brightly as Leo's energy was summoned into the blades of the sword making the slider's body markings glow as well. Hamato Ninpo thrummed through their very beings, coursing through their veins with fire and electricity.

"Possibly. Could be even human but who's to say anymore? Segue way, I managed to triangulate the assailant's next three exact positions to which they would be portalling to, enabling us to portal right to them at the exact same time," thus bringing Donnie to his usual rambling, "You see, the use of mystic ninpo has only elevated my arsenal in high-unreasonably-futuristic-tech and it has enhanced my tech to levels never known to be ever reachable by the likes of the normal man.... EheheVIL LAUGH " 

The brothers of orange, red, and blue all groaned but wore smiles of amusement at the purple's glorious basking of power. "Sure thing, Don. As much we would love to hear your nerd rambling, we have a villain to catch, dear brother," Leo noogies Donnie and swiped his wristband to his eyes. "Alright boys, next stop ... New Jersey?" 

The Hamato boys simply shrugged. Leo drew his swords and expertly slashed at the sky. The trademarked smirk played on his lips as the neon blue portal opened up with crackling electricity. "Let's get to it boys. Hachi Machi!!" The others were pushed in unceremoniously then the turtle in blue stylishly backflipped into the portal.

---

New Jersey, finally. 

A comlink was activated "...I have the meteorite is in my grasp. I will meet you at the rendezvous at-" the person gasped, dropping the call. Something in the air felt.... electrified?

An ear-splitting crack shook the atoms in the air and a blue portal zapped in front of the thief's face. Behind the thief's mask, their eyes widened in shock as four yokai burst out.

"HOT SOUP!" and the portal collapsed behind them dramatically. 

"Shit!" The thief quickly summoned some mystic energy in their palm and snapped a silver portal to life. "Bye suckers!" they greeted the turtles. As their first foot entered the portal the thief was yanked backward by a golden chain. 

"You ain't going nowhere, baby!" Michelangelo victoriously shouted then yanked the elongated chains of his nunchucks and forcefully twirled the thief away from the portal. 

The thief landed with a thud on the ground, watching as their silver portal fizzled away. 

"You've got to ask yourself one question: Do ya' feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? Cause Neon Leon, and his backup turtles, gotcha'" The brothers groaned. 

The thief was cornered but not willing to give up yet. With lightning-fast moves, they slammed their palms together and a puff of silver smoke engulfed their being. 

The brothers stood in shock for a minute until -poof-, the silver smoke appeared behind them and the thief activated another portal. "Engage, boys!" Leo ordered with style and the turtles grinned wildly, moving with lightning speed. 

Raph activated his sai's. Red mystic energy, fueled by his Hamato ninpo burst out in flames as he punched the ground. The thief was thrown off balance and missed their portal jump. The fight had started. 

"First to knock out the thief is the winner of forever!" Mickey launched his chucks, elongating them to wrap around the thief, and pulled their body towards him, "GIVE US THE SPACE STONE!".  A smug smile lay hidden behind the mask. Mickey watched as one of the thief's hands clutched the gold chains. "Wha...?", a burst of silver energy ran up the chained weapon.

OOF- Mickey was shot back by a silver shock wave and was thrown into Raph, the thief jumped out of the loosened chains and landed gracefully before throwing the regular-sized nun-chucks to the ground. "BROS!" Leo eyed the thief making a run for another portal, "Oh no you don't,". Leo's portal burst right in front of the enemy's. "Leaving so soon?" The thief gasped and dodged the incoming slice of Leo's sword. "How rude, we just got to the party!" The slider began to drive the thief away from the portal. 

The thief was about to activate another portal but their hand was caught by Donatello. "Make way for Von Ryan! Fibonacci! " The turtle in purple stopped the enemy's hand with the tech-bo and slapped a titanium cuff on the thief's left hand with his robotic claw then sent a  kick to their chest. He expertly spun them and Leo slapped another cuff to the right hand. Donnie used his tech-bo to push the thief away.

They stumbled but found grounding. While the turtles gathered, Donnie watched with amusement as the thief tried to snap their way out of existence. It only fueled the genius' ego when he heard the frustrated grunts of the thief. Leo leaned on his twin, watching the thief run a string of curses as they tried to tirelessly conjure their own portal. Raph protectively closed Mickey's ears.

The emotionless mask of the thief turned for a brief moment to asses their captors. The turtles were powerful and the thief was outnumbered four to one. Running away now would delay the inevitable doom of getting caught and they had no idea how to remove these cuffs. Running away would be pointless, so 'Stand your ground and don't show fear'. They thought to themselves.

"No use portalling now, dumdum." Donnie cocked an eyebrow. The thief looked up to find all four turtles wearing the same smug look. Still, they went back to portal making. The brother's watched with mock amusement as the thief only produced wisps of mystic energy. "Save your energy, punk! Those cuffs, my made yours truly, are capable of blocking off one's connection to any form of mystic force." Donnie explained, taking a step forwards. 

The thief stood their ground and warily watched the purple nuisance. As if to show utter disregard for the turtle's warning, the thief brought both hands to the center of their abdomen. Donnie watched with peaked interest as the thief touched their thumbs and middle fingers together and folded the rest in. The brother's picked up a light hum of electricity suddenly filling the air. Donnie knew the strength of the cuff but was eager to test just how much mystic power it could hold off. He did test it on his brothers, as usual, but it only got him so far. Though not far enough to make a solid conclusion. 

"Donnie.." Leo warned but it fell on deaf ears. If Donnie didn't react, his brothers would not as well. They trusted Donnie's judgment over his own tech. The four turtles watched as streaks of silver light began to accumulate around the thief. Since Donnie was the closest to them, he could notice the strain it took to fight the cuff power block. The thief's body was shaking.

"Alright, you proved your strength, but there is no point to strain yourself. Surrender, you're surrounded." Donnie demanded.

The thief showed no signs of relenting. Eyes watching fearfully from behind the mask, they groaned and summoned more mystic power. The wind seemed the catch up as their mystic energy seemed to grow stronger. 

"Donnie..is this safe?" Raph asked warily after noticing the sudden power shift, but Donnie was too fascinated by the sheer stubbornness of the wrongdoer. A spark of silver light danced over the cuffs, showing the strains of  Donnie's tech fighting over the silver mystic power. 

"Fascinating! NO! SPELLBINDING! ENTHRALLING!"

Donnie's loud exclaim drowned out his brother's yells of panic as the wind currents began to pick up with violence. "Such power and wit! The strong sense of determination! An opportunity to witness this is beyond my wildest imagination. The data that could potentially make my mystic tech even greater, and bolder is in the center of my palm!"

The genius was more than fascinated watching the spectacle around him. Purple mystic energy rose from the cuffs and began to fight away the silver energy of the enemy. That was not the only thing that happened, for, within the souls of the thief and Donatello, a cord was struck. Something so primal and innate woke within them. The two unknowingly locked eyes. 

For a moment in time, the thief could feel every thrumming fiber of the turtle before them. Their energies no longer fighting but bonding and intensifying. Donnie gasped, taking a step back when he felt the spike of energy rise in the person before him. His body tingled as the silver mystic energy seared his veins, giving him a  taste of immense power as he had never felt before. His Hamato Ninpo beamed with radiance as his purple marking took on a silver outline and glowed brightly. Donatello grasped at his chest.

He felt power.

He felt fear.

He felt ... belonging. 

He..he felt .... HER!

"Wait? You're a girl?!" 

 That small thought shattered whatever connection the two experience. A strong blast of mystical energy relapsed into the cuffs and was beamed away. The turtles were pushed down by the blast of radiating mystic force. The thief was thrown backward while the facemask cracked and split down the middle.

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"Don... Donnie... Hey, hey Donnie!" Three blurry figures loomed over the purple, now groaning, Othello Von Ryan, a.k.a Donnie. 

"Get off me..." Donnie weakly pushed his brothers away. "Gah, what happened?" He said, gently rubbing the back of his head. "The blast, Dee. The whole, -WHOOSH, KABLAMMO KAPOWW!" Mickey flailed his arms around like a wild chicken. Raph gently pushed Mickey into Leo's hands and helped Donnie up.

"You tell me, buddy. The thief did some mystic energy stuff and next thing we all knew, the energy exploded and BOOM, here we are," Raph said, turning around to make sure his other two brothers are doing fine. 

"You alright? You look like you just went through a heavenly revelation or something.." Leo pointed to Donnie's surprised face. Finally, after a few seconds, it clicked in him. Donnie remembered that weird thing between him and the.... and the "..THE MYSTIC SHE THIEF!"

Donnie pushed himself up to shake Leo like a pepper shaker. "What happened? Where is the she thief?"

"She thief? You mean that thief?" Mickey pointed out innocently, saving Leo from Donnie's deathly shakes. 

The purple genius let out a strangled breath as he was reminded of the strong connection earlier. It grossed him out just as much as it yanked on his bleeding curiosity. Silently, the other brothers followed close behind Donnie as they approached the mysterious figure. 

The thief grunted in slight pain. "Owww..." she muttered, rubbing her head and pushing a mass of black curly hair out of the way. Little did she know she was being watched intensely by four blushing teens.

When she turned to face them. Her eyes passed over everyone but locked right in when she found Donnie's and there was the connection again. A flash of purple ran glazed over her eyes, and a flash of silver reflected in his own. Chests heaving, hearts unknowingly beating as one. The two teens remain entranced with one another, noticing the flush pink rising on their cheeks. Leo glanced at his twin and back at the girl, then back at him.  Neon Leon broke the silence with his famous oneliners. 

Leo smirked and slung his arm over Donnie, yanking them closer to the thief "Sooo..... a cutie and baddie huh?" 

"Wha-?" Donnie blinked furiously. The thief seemed to snap out of her trance too, deciding them to glare at the turtles. Raph and Mickey just seemed lost. "No wonder you got Don Boy all flustered up. Ya know' cute but mean? His type and all"

Donnie had half the nerve to slap Leo, but with the girl in front of him, he just froze. Leo took matters into his hands and let go of Donatello. The girl shuffled away weakly as the slider approached her. "Hey, wait-" she tried to fight but he shushed her playfully and bound her hand to her front, and covered her eyes with a blindfold. "As leader, I say we bring mystic she thief to the lair for interrogation, and other purposes for teasing Donnie-" Leo looked to Raph for a professional leader-ing opinion on the first plan and Raphael nodded, giving Leo a thumbs up.

"Hrmph!" Donnie froze as the girl was shoved into his hands."Keep an eye on her 'purple dude'" said Leo a little too loudly so the girl heard him. Donnie just stared down at her helplessly, speechless, definitely not aided by the feeling of his heart beating right out of his chest for some reason unknown to him. She felt his shaky hands gently gripping her shivering upper arms. Hearts unknowingly beating as one.

"But why?" Mickey put his fingers to his lips, questioningly. Leo grumbled and gestured to Donnie's face and the apparent blush creeping from under the girl's blindfold at the knowledge of being held extremely delicately but the 'purple dude'. Raph then began to giggle... "Owh... OWHHH,"

Mickey finally came to his senses, "Hot dang, son! Donnie has a cr-".  Leo slapped his hands over Mickey's big mouth and laughed.

"Vamanos, hermanos. Let's bring the party to the lair." He declared and sliced a portal open. 

So the story begins.

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[someone1348]

This one is for @crybabykithes i hope you enjoyyy! Thank you for the continued support! Anyways!

People in this: Ler!Philza, Lee!Technoblade

Prompt #15, You're so cute when you're laughing

(PLATONIC ONLYYYYY!!!)

Tw: none this is soft!

With all that being said enjoyyyy!

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The art of laughter a book written by Philza Minecraft

Techno alllways had his nose in a book, wether it be a fantasy book with dragons and monsters or the art of war (his personal favorite) he was always reading and finding new things to read,

He wasn't a very social person but he enjoyed it, his family respected that too, and he took comfort the quiet and warm atmosphere that reading would bring when he could get some.

So there the pinkette was, sitting comfortably on his chair with the fire going, book in hand and warm tea on the countertop next to him.

"Whatcha' Reading?" A voice broke his thought as he took a deep breath in coming back to reality

"Art of war" he stated in his normal monotone voice nodding up at the winged figure standing in front of him blocking the fire light,

"Again? Haven't you read that like a million times before"

"Yes, this is now 1 million and 1 times" he stated with a snarky remark making dadza laugh

"Funny funny, come, you're hanging out with me today, book down mister"

The anarchist deadpaned him

"Why?"

"Because"

"Phillll"

"Techhhh"

Heres the problem Phil had only gone downstairs to bother Techno for two reasons one he's his son and two he was hit with a bigg ler mood and Tech was the only one home, he put two together and bamm!

"I want to read" he said quietly looking back down at his book

"Yeah? You know i actually know a really good book by this one amazing author i know that i could lend you"

His ears perked up and he spoke without taking his eyes off of the book,

"Im listening'"

"Its called the Art of Laughter quite similar to the book you're reading right now actually!" Phil said with excitement

He set the book down on his lap

"I'm intrigued, who's it by?"

"Philza Minecraft" Phil stated lunging forward clawing at his sides

"PHIL-!" The book fell to the floor as he squirmed in the seat scrunching up in the chair

"Hehe, Yea Tech? Something wrong?~" he teased squeezing up and down his sides

"KNohOHAHA- KNOCK IHIHIT *snort* OOoHOhoff!!"

"Dawwwww! You really are Technoblade huh?! Thats adorable tech!"

"SHUHUHU- shuhuhut up!"

Phil eased up his pace now moving to scribbling alone Techno's stomach,

"Aww Kitchy coo Techno~ you know, You're so cute when you're laughing its alot better then grumpy you! Thats actually chapter two in the book!" Phil giggled as Techno groaned pushing at his hands

"IHihim not cute! Im TECHNOBLAHAHADE-! PHIL! NO!"

Phil laughed as he dragged his nails behind to his lower back causing him to break out into hysteria.

"Ticklish back Tech'~"

"YOUHOHOU'RE EHEHEVIL!"

"Says the anarchist who reads about war"

"OHOHOH SHUHUHUT YOHOHOHOUR MOUTH OLD MAHAN!"

"Oh thats it!" He joked flipping him over blowing a raspberry to the middle of his spine

"NAHAHAHAAHA IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY IM SOHOHOHORRY!"

"Chapter number 3 if they mess with you get him were it tickles most!"

"Gohohot it I'll study!" Techno joked back flipping himself back over

"You should theres gonna be a test on this Friday"

"PFFT-"

He ruffled his long pink locks going to the kitchen to get some tea as well,

"Love ya' dad"

"Love you too son"

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THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE! I hope you all enjoyedd!! :D

-K

[captainficspace]

Bump in the Night- Klaus’ Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Klaus and Ben Hargreeves

A/N: These two are my absolute favorites and I love them so, so much. I hope y’all enjoy. 

 “Ow!” Ben pulled away from his brother, covering his face. Practicing with his new corporeal form may have sounded like a good way to spend the day, but it was his own fault when he got too cocky and tried to sneak up on Klaus and startle him by grabbing his shoulders.

“What-“ Klaus’ eyes softened, reaching out for him. He hadn’t meant to elbow Ben in the face. He didn’t mean to do anything. Having Ben touch him after so long was so jarring and now he was mad and they were never going to work together the same because he ended up hurting everyone and it was his damn fault.

“As soon as you find out we can touch, you’re trying to knock my lights out, huh?”

“Let me see. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Ben still covered the side of his face, grimacing. How long could he pull this off until Klaus caught on that he was hatching a plan?

“It hurts like hell. Do I have a black eye?”  He kept feeling along his cheekbone and eye socket, just enough that Klaus couldn’t get a good look. If he knew Klaus was going to look so guilty, he wouldn’t have planned such a counterattack, but it was too late now.

“I can’t tell, maybe get closer?” Ben reluctantly leaned in, finally taking his hand away and dramatically revealing absolutely nothing was wrong with his face at all.

 “Hey, I thi-“ Next thing Klaus knew, he was flat on his back with his wrists pinned down over his head. Ben smirked down at him, shifting to the side to pin his legs down with his knees.

“Sike!” He crowed.

“You prick!”  Klaus was so overwhelmed with the relief that he hadn’t hurt Ben that his betrayal had taken a solid moment to process.

“Don’t you remember any of those war strategy books we had to read?” Rule 34. Fake an injury to gain sympathy from the enemy. If only he had remembered. The bastard.

“What I don’t remember is how you got so dense. Aren’t you supposed to be…floaty?” How did Ben get so strong? For a second, he thought about weakening their connection so he could squirm away, but Ben didn’t ask for much and to be honest, Klaus had it coming.

“So you apparently you’re going to abuse me verbally instead of physically. Let’s see where that gets you.”

“I’m telling the truth! You got h- ACK!”  Ben slipped one hand down to grab at his brother’s exposed waist, grinning as he yelped and tried to curl in on himself.

“Oh, I’ve missed this.”

“Ok, you got me. Now you c-“ He spidered his hand up Klaus’ side, making his words break off into giggling.

 “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t understand.” He started to squeeze his way along his sides, making his laughter rise half an octave as he kicked and gasped and helplessly swatted at him.

 He didn’t need to have his arms pinned down after all. Neither of them had kept up with their training much, and any attempts at sparring lately had been them weakly slapping at each other until it inevitably turned into tickling to get a cheap victory. Klaus pushed at Ben’s hands and tried to block his attempts at getting his hands under his arms again, but when he tried to fight him off, his brother’s ghost hands went straight through his own.

“..A-are you doing that yourself?” Ben could touch him, but not the other way around. How was that even fair? Klaus could fight him tooth and nail, but all his attempts at contact went straight through. Ben’s hands, however, felt just as tangible and solid as the ground beneath Klaus’ squirming body.

“I guess? But I can still do this!” He wriggled his fingers right above his ribs, preparing to strike before switching places and digging into his hips instead. Klaus screeched, throwing his head back and arching his spine so sharply he nearly threw Ben off. The old bait-and-switch got him every time.

“Are you trying to wake the dead? I’m already here!” He couldn’t help giggling, part at his own joke and part because of the shrieking, infectious cackle that was wracking his brother. It felt so good to feel someone again, to laugh with them. This had to have been the most carefree he had seen Klaus in forever, head tipped back and cheeks going red.

 Klaus finally managed to squirm out from under him, trying to army-crawl away before Ben was right back on top of him.

“It’s adorable that you think you’re protecting yourself.” He said, making his hands into claws and lightly scraping down his back.

 “You’re ehehevil!”

“You hit me in the face and called me fat-“

“D-dense!”

“So if anything, I’m just getting even.”

Klaus tried to mimic his words in a high-pitched, whiny voice, but his laughter overtook him as Ben started scribbling around his shoulder blades. He knew just where to go and how to touch to get the best reactions. Scratching at his shoulders made him tense up and squeak. Poking at his underarms made him howl. Digging his thumbs into his hips made him go into silent hysterics, only interrupted by snorts.  Ben couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t ask him to stop once. He was having the time of his life. They both were.

Klaus finally ended up shifting over to curl up on his side, knees pulled up and not afraid to kick if Ben got too close.

 “And now I have everything at my disposal, how considerate.” Instead of pouncing, Ben got him from behind again, tangling their legs so he could get at Klaus’ back and hips at the same time.

 “Now if you just, I don’t know, apologize for everything you’ve done…I might show you a little mercy.”

“Never!”

“Ow!” Ben yelped, as Klaus had thrown his head back again and accidentally headbutted him.

 “I-I’m soho-HA-ry!”  He turned to check for damage, still giggling helplessly. Ben tried his best to scowl, but was softened when he saw the crinkles in the corners of Klaus’ eyes and the tears running down his cheeks. It had taken him all of 30 seconds to contradict himself, but Ben was out for blood.

“Apology not accepted.” He launched a new attack, scribbling up and down the backs of his ribs, crossing over to his back, occasionally venturing up to his shoulder blades. Klaus finally let out the iconic witch cackle of his that the family had teased him about, almost more shrieking than laughing. Ben channeled every bit of this corporeal form into seeing how far he could take things. His face may not have been hurting anymore, but he tasted vengeance and now he was insatiable. Klaus’ reactions only kept him going, the way he snorted or how his eyeliner was running. Ben had gotten him to the stage where he was completely lost in laughter, only able to wriggle slightly in his grasp and shake his head.

  Ben finally let up after one last series of squeezes, starting at his hips and working up to his waist and sides, ending with a flourish right at the top of his ribs. Klaus curled up with his knees to his chest, wheezing.

 “I figured you’ll apologize better when you can talk.”

“F-fuck youhou.” Klaus gasped out. He rubbed at his eyes, but only succeeded in making himself look like a raccoon as he smudged the remaining eyeliner all over his face.

“Ok, panda-ass.” Klaus pretended to look hurt for a moment, but Ben noticed he was biting his lip. The edges of his mouth trembled, and with a loud snort, he fell apart all over again. Ben joined in, overtaken with the silliness of the entire situation. Neither of them could stop laughing for what felt like the longest time, rolling around and swatting at each other like they had done many, many years ago.

One of the best parts about tickling Klaus was how long he stayed tickled. Anyone could count on him still being overcome with snorts and hiccups a solid two to five minutes after they stopped.  Ever since he was a kid, he couldn’t stop giggling for the longest time, much to the teasing of the others going “Why are you still laughing?” and “We’re not even touching you!” Apparently, it was all still true as he stretched out flat, limp and giddy as he tried to catch his breath. Ben watched Klaus as he laid there, holding his ribs and tittering to himself. He couldn’t help but laugh at just how ridiculously happy he looked.

 “Panda-ass.” He repeated, shaking his head and catching his breath. “You suck.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” Klaus reached out to smack at his leg, but Ben snuck his hand up under his arm and got in a quick tickle. His brother screeched and curled up even tighter, still giggling ever so slightly.  If anyone walked in on him now, they would think he was completely stoned to the bone, Ben thought.

 “Who thought you’d be so worked up over ghost tickles, huh?”

“You need to stop.”

“Make me.”

“I will when I’m not at death’s door.” There was one last thing Ben wanted to try feeling. He moved closer so that he was right beside Klaus and could use his torso as a pillow, tucking his hands beside his head.

 “If you move, I’ll tickle you again.” Klaus held up his hands in-mock surrender, all too happy to get a moment of rest as the last of the giggles bubbled out, shaking his chest. Ben grinned at the feeling. Hearing someone laugh and seeing someone laugh was great, but actually feeling it? Ben had missed it terribly.

 When Klaus finally got his breath back and was ready to wrestle Ben down and get revenge, he realized he missed feeling laughter come from himself as well.

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When The Past Comes Back To Tickle ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER GORGEOUS ANON PROMPT THAT’S GOING TO FEATURE OUT FAVOURITE EX-JAIL LAD! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @warden-the-ultimate-ler 

Warden Murder-Slaughter could not have been happier right now, because what he was seeing right now was something he had never thought would happen, even though he had always hoped it with all his heart. Despite his brash exterior and the fact that he could be stern, at heart he was kind. He had to be stern, he was the warden of a strict penitentiary after all, but he couldn’t help but become invested in the lives of everyone who ended up living behind his bars. And one person he became particularly invested in, was Yancy. Yancy at first had tried to present himself as a tough cookie, but underneath all the sass and the tightly-folded arms was a kind-hearted, musically talented man with aspirations of a better, prosperous life….and it was one of the best days of the Warden’s life when he got to release Yancy and get him towards that life.

It had been a long while since that fateful day, and now the Warden was excited beyond belief because he was going to see him again! Yancy was settled in some kind of manor with a myriad of others, a “slap-dash family” Yancy had called it, and he’d invited the Warden over with great excitement because he wanted to show him everything he’d accomplished. So now the Warden was knocking on the door, and when that door was opened by a brightly grinning, tattooed man with a gleam in his eye and his hands settled boldly on his hips….the Warden knew he was going to feel so proud.

‘My God Yancy….you look so damn well!’

‘Hey as do yous Warden, as do yous, c’mon in c’mon, I’ll show ya round, give ya the grand tour!’

Yancy was like an excited kid as he showed the Warden around the manor, especially when it came to showing him the dance studios that he worked in. The Warden felt his heart warm with pride as Yancy told him all about how he was a choreographer, working alongside Wilford Warfstache and Bim Trimmer with their productions and TV shows. The Warden met them both too, and they both seemed perfectly eccentric and just the type of people the Warden had imagined Yancy getting close to. Eventually they sat down together in one of the living rooms, slumping on the couch, and the Warden grinned at Yancy.

‘Yancy, buddy, I gotta say…..I’m so damn proud of ya. You’re finally settled, with a strong, free community all around ya…..it’s incredible.’

Yancy beamed, and was so happy at seeing the Warden so happy, because to him, the Warden was family. Of course though, in this new environment Yancy had been granted time to develop a new confidence and cheekiness, especially with there being no-one to reprimand him. He nudged the Warden as he replied playfully.

‘Oho don’tcha get all soft on me now Warden, don’t want those back at the penitentiary thinkin’ you got a tender, emotional little heart in there.’

Yancy poked the Warden’s chest with a chuckle, making the Warden narrow his eyes playfully at Yancy as he smiled. He was glad to see this confident side to Yancy, however, that didn’t mean he was just going to let himself be teased.

‘Now, now Yancy, ya may not be in my establishment anymore but that don’t mean ya can get cheeky with me.’

Yancy grinned even more, because from his perspective he thought that he could be as cheeky as he damn well pleased.

‘Oh but I can Warden, you’re in my digs now after all! Bless your sweet little loving heart!’

Yancy winked at the Warden with a bright laugh, and the Warden pursed his lips a little out of embarrassment….but it didn’t take him long to have a little epiphany as he thought back on when Yancy was in his penitentiary. Now the Warden smirked, because he knew just what to do to remind Yancy about good manners. He stepped his hands on his knee now as he looked at Yancy, his smirk sly.

‘Y’know, this confidence of yours reminds me of when ya first came to my establishment. So sassy and cocky….d’ya remember what we used to do to ya down in solitary to help you get a more polite sense of propriety?’

At the Warden’s words, Yancy felt his confidence diminish, and he gulped….because oh yes, he remembered all too well. He tried to maintain a calm façade as he replied.

‘Yeah, well, I don’t see why yous gotta bring it up-‘

‘Oh I’m bringing it up, Yancy, because I think you’ve slightly forgotten about those good manners we taught you…..and I’m in just the mood to remind you.’

Before Yancy could react…..the Warden had him. Just like when he’d gotten dragged off to solitary. The Warden had him pinned down on his back, and was digging his fingers ruthlessly into his ticklish belly. Yancy let out a shocked howl of laughter, his limbs immediately flailing as he was reminded with a shock of a) his ticklishness, and b) the Warden’s proficiency at tickling.

‘NOHO-AHA W-WAHAHAIT W-W-WAHAHARDEN NAHAHA!’

The Warden chuckled that deep, sinister chuckle of his as he kept on tickling, grinning wolfishly down at Yancy as he replied gleefully.

‘Heheh, still ticklish as hell huh? Y’know, you’re still the most ticklish person I’ve ever met.’

Yancy immediately blushed, whacking at the Warden’s arms as he tried to curl up his sensitive body, yelling with adorable desperation already.

‘WAHAHARDEN C’MAHAHAN! STAHAHAPPIT!’

The Warden simply laughed, and made Yancy snort by squeezing his lower stomach as he taunted.

‘Ihis that all the beggin’ you got? It’s gohonna take more than that to get to me to have mercy, you should know that Yance.’

Yancy threw his head back with mirth as he writhed, the memories flooding back. Sometimes the guards would hold him down as the Warden tickle-tortured him in solitary. Yancy had always had to beg and beg and beg for mercy, the Warden was a classic sadist. Although….since it was tickling, Yancy had never actually minded. Nor did he mind now.

‘YOHOHOHOUS IHIS AHAN EHEHEVIL BAHAHASTARD!’

The Warden raised an eyebrow at the insult, before smirking. His memories kept flooding back too. They’d never talked about it explicitly, but the Warden had always known that Yancy loved to be tickled….and when he wanted more, he always got sassy and insulting. Well, who was he to deny his ex-prisoner what he wanted?

‘Ohoho you think I’m evil now?’

Yancy gulped, and yelped when the Warden took his flailing hands and pinned them above his head with only one of his own hands. Yancy then started to tremble and giggle nervously as the Warden loomed over him, always so intimidating.

‘Clearly you really need reminding of just how evil I can be….’

Yancy then gasped, and let out a strong of embarrassed whimpers as the Warden’s fingertips started tracing slow, light circles in one of his bare hollows. His face burned red as he spluttered.

‘N-Nohoho ohoho f-fuhuhuck nahahat thihihihiiiiis!’

‘Ohoho yes this, you just can’t handle your poor pits being played with like this, can you?’

Yancy shook his head frantically, gritting his teeth as his giggles got more and more high pitched; gentle tickling like this was torture for him.

‘Ihihihit’s fuhuhuckin’ t-tohohorture! Ohoho gahad c-c’mahahan!’

The Warden leant in, cocking his head at Yancy and getting right in his face as he gleefully teased him.

‘Awww c’mon what, huh? I’m barely touchin’ you and you’re goin’ crazy…..say, do your new buddies know how ticklish ya are? Maybe I should tell ‘em, maybe I should show ‘em.’

Yancy let out a legitimate flustered whine as shudders went down his spine, imagining with embarrassed horror all the egos finding out about his ticklishness. He struggled adorably, letting out more and more whines and squeals as the Warden traced his other armpit now.

‘NOHO! Y-Yohohou c-cahahan’t! Thehehey’d g-gehet mehe Ihi’d fuhuhuckin’ dihihie!’

The Warden chuckled in amusement, fluttering his fingertips all over Yancy’s hollow as he teased.

‘Then you’d better get to beggin’, cuz otherwise I might have to get ‘em in here to give me helping hand….or twenty.’

Yancy was shaking his head as he got teary-eyed and adorably frantic.

‘N-Nahaha yahaha cahahan’t! Plehehease yahaha cahan’t!’

The Warden smirked, and then buried his face in the crook of Yancy’s neck so he could rub his evil bristles against the sensitive skin. Meanwhile, he released Yancy’s wrists so he could scratch both of his armpits at the same time with his blunt nails.

‘C’mon Yance, beg for me.’

Yancy’s eyes nearly bugged out of his sockets as he shrieked with laughter, batting at the Warden brightly; he certainly needed no further prompting. His laughter was loud and boisterous and oh so happy as he cried.

‘NAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE-FAHAHACK PLEHEHEASE!!’

The Warden chuckled, really enjoying getting Yancy like this. He growled into his neck.

‘Tickle-tickle-tickle Yance, kitchy kitchy coo!’

Yancy wailed, the baby-voice and the cooing combined really breaking him down and making him cry out amidst all his cute laughter.

‘NAHAHAHAAAA PLEHEHEASE IHIHI’M BEHEHEGGIN’ YAHA!!’

The Warden smirked brightly, it had been too long since he’d heard those adorable words from Yancy. He let out a musing hum as he listened to Yancy’s mirth for a few seconds more, before rearing up and having mercy on him. Yancy was left gasping and giggling residually as the Warden replied to him warmly.

‘Alright, I think you’ve earned my mercy….for today.’

Yancy kept giggling, and hid his face in his hands as he curled his body up, making the Warden chuckle fondly. He ruffled Yancy’s hair, making the ex-prisoner grin and peek through his fingers at him, and the Warden felt his heart warm when Yancy mumbled.

‘I-Ihi’ve reheally missed ya…..’

The Warden grinned, and scooped Yancy up into a fierce bear hug, which Yancy instantly reciprocated as he buried his face in the Warden’s chest.

‘I’ve missed ya too, ya cheeky buck.’

Yancy giggled again, and the two of them just basically hugged it out for the rest of the day. You know you’ve got a real connection with someone when, even after so much time apart, even after so much time not talking or touching….the moment you’re together again, it’s like nothing has changed. And even though Yancy was a free man and so much had in fact changed….their friendship most certainly hadn’t.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[ticklyyuurikatsuki-blog]

Role Reversal

Prompt from @ticklygiggles : #2 “You’re not allowed to do that” with lee!Victor

Word count: 1,179

“VIHIHIHIHICTOR PLEHEHEASE!!” Yuuri screamed with laughter as Victor relentlessly tickled his hips.

“Tickle tickle tickle~ You can’t get away, can you?” Victor teased and started to tickle the younger man’s inner thighs.

“VIHIHIHITYA NO! MEHEHEHERCY I’M GOHOHONNA DIE I’M TOHOHOO TIHIHIHICKLISH”

Victor stopped and grinned, cuddling Yuuri close to him as he laughed weakly into his chest.

Yuuri always seemed to end up here, his limbs weak and his lungs desperate for air because of Victor’s tickling fingers. 

One of these days, Yuuri was going to tickle Victor back. Someday, but not right now. Right now, he just wanted to cuddle with Victor and take a nap. Getting tickled was an exhausting job.

As usual, Yuuri was rudely awoken by the feeling of Victor’s fingers vibrating between his lowest ribs. His waking thoughts broken up by the ticklish feelings running through his nerves, and his laughs hoarse from so much shrieking yesterday.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty~” Victor cooed and slowed his tickling fingers. 

Yuuri thought quickly, he decided that today would be day he would attempt to get Victor back for all the times he had tickled him. although he didn’t really mind and was kind of obsessed with it and Victor knew that

Yuuri gathered all his strength and courage and tackled Victor backwards, pinning his wrists above his head, still giggling from being tickled awake.

“Yuuri?” Victor asked and looked up at the younger man’s pink cheeks. 

“My turn” Yuuri said, quietly, watching Victor look at both his wrists. Yuuri looked at Victor with fire in his eyes and Victor knew he was fucked.

“I’m going to tickle you, Vitya” Yuuri said, solidifying his plans. For the first time ever, Victor’s blush wasn’t a pale pink, it was red.

“You’re not allowed to do that!” Victor said, starting to get nervous. Victor couldn’t remember the last time he was tickled, he could barely remember where he was ticklish.

“Of course I’m allowed! You tickle me all the time, Victor!” Yuuri said and moved Victor’s hands, pinning them underneath his knees.

“Don’t you think it’s time I get some revenge?” Yuuri said and smiled sweetly, making Victor melt. He could never resist Yuuri when he smiled like that.

Victor whines and pulled weakly at his hands, smiling nervously. Yuuri smirked, Victor recognized that look from his Eros routine. 

Yuuri rested his fingertips on Victor’s abdomen and leaned closer to their noses were touching. Yuuri could feel Victor suck his stomach in, a beautifully helpless grin overtaking his face.

“I’m barely touching you, Vitya” Yuuri whispered, grinning. “Are you that sensitive?”

“I-I can ti-tickle you without t-touching you!” Victor yelped, trying to maintain his tough facade. Yuuri glided his fingers over Victor clothed sides and watched him arch his back. 

“you can win 5 consecutive gold medals,” Yuuri whispered and started to tickle Victor’s ribs, making him squirm and gasp. “but you’re undone by just a few ticklish touches”

Victor didn’t know how much longer he could keep his giggles in his throat, especially with Yuuri being so mean.

“St-Stohohop!” Victor squeaked and shook his head as he grinned.

Yuuri grinned as he tickled Victor’s ribs with more force, making him squeak and giggle like Yuuri never thought he would hear. It was an unforgettable sound, uncontrolled and happy.

Victor cursed himself for letting those small laughs out, because now he couldn’t stop laughing. Yuuri’s fingers worked so quickly.

“Your laugh is intoxicating” Yuuri whispered and giggled in Victor’s ear. Victor was going to die if Yuuri kept this up. 

Yuuri moved up and started to tickle closer and closer to Victor’s armpits, which caused his laughter to become more desperate and high pitched.

“Yuhuhuhuurri nohohoho!!” Victor begged and snorted, clamping his arms down to his sides, trapping Yuuri’s fingers there.

“No? I don’t think you are in a position to tell me no, Vitya” Yuuri said and wiggled his fingers into his underarms.

Victor shrieked and squirmed, laughing loudly. Yuuri grinned and focused on this spot.

“Now, why wouldn’t you want me to tickle you here? It seems to be one of your best spots~”

Victor swore in between his uncontrollable hysterics, Yuuri was too good at this for Victor’s well being.

“YUHUHUHUURI PLEHEHEASE!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” Victor begged and arched his back in a vain attempt to dislodge Yuuri’s hands.

“Aww, the legend Victor Nikiforov can’t handle his armpits being tickled?” Yuuri teased and tickled his highest rib.

Victor snorted and squealed, his nose scrunching up and his cheeks becoming redder every time Yuuri found a new spot to tickle.

Yuuri leaned forward and started to kiss Victor’s neck in ticklish places, causing Victor to gasp in shock.

“Y-Yuhuhuhuuri plehehehease” Victor giggled and leaned his head back.

“Are you begging me now? The tables have certainly turned, haven’t they?” Yuuri whispered against Victor neck, taking a deep breath before blowing a raspberry against the side of Victor’s neck.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO” Victor screamed and shook his head, snorting with joyous laughter. Yuuri was ungodly good at this, wasn’t he?

“Mehehehercy! Plehehease Yuhuhuuri, I’ll dihihihihie!” Victor snorted and went limp under his lover.

Yuuri stopped and sat up on Victor’s hips, grinning at his disheveled lover. No one probably ever saw Victor like this. His cheeks were red as he panted, his hair all over the place, his belly pink from where Yuuri had tickled him.

“Yohou are ehehevil” Victor cried out dramatically, throwing his forearm over his eyes.

“You’re a drama queen. I was being so nice” Yuuri teased and leaned back to tickle Victor’s tummy.

Victor laughed and pulled his hands out from under Yuuri’s knees and held his wrists still, tears of mirth falling down his cheeks.

“I guess I really do have more stamina than you, Vitya~” Yuuri grinned, intertwining his fingers with Victor’s.

“I-I’m gonna get yohou back for that” Victor said, still giggling. “Noho one tickles V-Victor Nikiforov and gehets away with it”

Yuuri kissed the older man and wrapped his arms around his neck. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it” Yuuri said and blushed. This was the closest he would ever get to admitting how much he liked to be tickled.

Victor hugged Yuuri around the waist and nuzzled his shoulder, craving affection after the brutal tickling. Victor grumbled into Yuuri’s neck, making the younger man smile.

“Would you forgive me if I made you a special pork cutlet bowl, just for you?” Yuuri asked in a sweet voice, playing with Victor’s hair soothingly.

Victor nodded, looking up at Yuuri with one of this heart shaped grins. Yuuri didn’t know how he ended up being with someone so perfect.

“Vitya?” Yuuri whispered, grasping Victor’s hand. “I love you”

Victor smiled and put his hand on the side of Yuuri’s face, pulling him into a sweet kiss. 

I fall in love with you a little more every time you say that, Victor thought.

“I love you, too. You’re still gonna get tickled later~” Victor teased and Yuuri grinned bashfully.

“Food first,” Yuuri said and held Victor’s hand as they walked into the kitchen “tickle torture your fiance later” 

[otomiyaa]

Day 11: Noise

Ed x Winry | Nim's Lovely Tickletober

Word Count: 500

Exhaustion! Ed couldn't help but think of the many hardships he had gone through until this day. He could now conclude that life most likely wanted to test him that badly to prepare him for this most important thing. Parenthood.

"Finally they are sleeping!" Ed whined. Winry let out a sigh too and snuggled against him.

"I wanna sleep too," she mumbled tiredly. She nuzzled his chest, and Ed turned his head and planted a kiss on her cheek.

With his arms resting behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling. "Winry, you're a great mother," he said. He heard her chuckle.

"Where did that come from?"

"I just think so," Ed said with a smile. Winry giggled, and Ed yelped when she poked his underarm all of a sudden.

"You make a great dad too, you know that?"

"Yehehes," Ed giggled, bringing his hand up to cover up the spot she just touched. Winry lifted her head and hummed.

"You know, it's been a while," she said.

Ed blinked and he felt a blush making its way to his cheeks. Oh...? "Since... what?"

"Hmm.... since I tickled you like this!" Suddenly Winry no longer seemed sleepy at all as she pounced on him and tickled his exposed armpits with five wiggling fingers on each side. Ed's arms immediately went down and he howled hysterically.

"Hohoho-wait Wihihinry! Cahhareful- ahahah! K-keep it dohohown!" he cackled. Winry snickered.

"Keep it down? You're telling me? You're the one making noise here, sweetie," she teased. Oh this little...! Turned out she totally knew that between them, it was Ed who dreaded it the most if the children would wake up again.

"Y-you're ehehevil! Puhuhure ehehevil! Wihihinry aaaah nonono!" After struggling and flailing for a moment, Ed considered two options: cover up his mouth and muffle whatever noise he would continue to make and keep suffering from Winry's merciless tickle attack, or... try to make it stop as soon a possible, with the risk of making more noise...

"Wihihinry not thehehere!"

"I won't stop, darling!"

Ah. Noise it was then. This was war.

"I just missed my little Ed's- EYAH!" Winry shrieked when Ed grabbed both her sides and squeezed. Winry shook with hysterical giggles, but she continued to tickle Ed like the crazy persistent woman she was.

Ed couldn't believe she was so mean to go after all of his worst spots. Well...

"EHEHED!" Winry cried when Ed attacked her hips.

"Wihihinry!" Ed whined back, still getting tickled pretty badly himself. His wife made a fair opponent, maybe even a stronger one than his brother Al.

"I wohohon't lohohose!"

"Juhuhust you wahahait!"

Both their laughing voices were bound to reach the children soon, and before they could consider this, the door opened and they both came storming in, squealing and giggling cheerfully.

"Tickle fight tickle fight!" they chanted.

"Oh nooo," Winry whined, but if they were doomed already anyway, Ed wasn't going to end this without making her pay for starting this.

"Mommy is very ticklish, let's get her!"

"NO Ed- guys- nohohooooo!" Winry's giggles and pleas were not like noise but like music to Ed's ears, and for the next few minutes he gladly teamed up with the children to tickle Winry mercilessly!

[trashyswitch]

The Testing Period

William and Henry are testing the brand new animatronic suits for ability to work without people inside, and the ability to work WITH people inside. However, a small little mistake winds up with William getting stuck in the Fredbear suit, and Henry taking advantage of the situation.

This fanfic is for @kennabelee and @ashleedragon. They told me to upload this fanfic and not wait, hence why I've uploaded two fanfics today.

“Alright. Let’s try this animatronic out.” William turned on the animatronic and watched the eyes open. “Hello Fred.”

The animatronic looked at William curiously.

“I’m William.” he introduced, holding out his hand for a hand shake.

The animatronic looked down at the hand...and placed his hand into William’s.

“Good, good! That’s great, buddy!” William shook it and put his other hand on Freddy’s.

“Now can you move your ears?” William asked.

Freddy tilted his head and made the ears move up and down.

“Good job Fredbear!” William smiled.

“Lastly, can you follow my hand?” William asked. He raised his hand up, and started waving it around very slowly. The animatronic’s eyes followed the hand left and right, and down.

“Wonderful!” William declared happily. “Good job, Henry! It’s amazing!” William reacted.

“Thank you William! And I added a few new commands and reactions for him.” Henry walked up to Fredbear. “You squeak his nose to not only get a squeak out of it…” Henry squeaked the nose twice. Suddenly, the outer plate on Fredbear opened up to reveal the inside! “It opens him up to reveal the springlock suit!” Henry declared. “This is the entrance to get into the suit.”

“Ooooh! That’s cool!” William reacted.

“Now get in him.” Henry ordered softly.

William nodded, and used the button to tighten the springlocks back. Then, he climbed into the springlock suit with no issue. “Now...Is this safe?” William asked.

“Yup! I tested it myself many times. It’s pretty safe.” Henry replied.

“I’m just asking because...it feels snug and I wouldn’t want the springlocks to loosen while I wear this.” William told him.

“I know that. Here, I’ll prove it’s fine:” Henry walked up to William and started skittering his fingers on William’s exposed sides.

“WHOHOhoa! Hehehenry quit that!” William ordered.

“But I’m proving that it’s safe!” Henry reacted, resuming his ticklish fingers.

“Yohohou’re NAHAHAT PROHOHOVING SHIHIHIHIT!” William yelled back, throwing his maskless head back.

Henry stopped tickling and smiled. “There! I proved it! You haven’t gotten stuck in it.” Henry told him.

“All you proved was how stupid ticklish I am.” William spat.

“Awww, does de baby not wike de tickles?” Henry teased.

“Asshole.” William shot back.

“Oooooh! Calling me names now? AND swearing?! You just earned yourself some more vulnerability tickles.” Henry started tickling his ribs this time! He squeezed, dug, and scratched all over the thin ribs of William.

“WAHAIT- BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!” William pleaded.

“Are you gonna stop swearing? We do own a child friendly diner now. You kinda have to keep the swearing to a minimum now.” Henry warned.

“HEHEHEHELL NAHAHAHAH!” William spat back. “NEHEHEHEVEHERHRHR!”

“Awwww, such a shame.” Henry moved his hands down a little and lifted William’s shirt up. William tried to push Henry away, but he was so limited in his movements. The suit was built for Henry, who was a little smaller than him. So it was quite a bit more snug, and therefore harder to move his limbs.

“HEHEHENRYYYYYYY!” William shouted.

“Geez, calm down! I’m right here!” Henry reacted. “Is it really that bad? Or are you just being your usually overdramatic self?” Henry teased.

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup!” William ordered.

“I’ll shut up when you get your big body out of this little thing.” Henry decided. “Then we can negotiate the stopping of the talking.” Henry teased.

“BUhuhuhut Ihihihi’m STUHUHUCK! Yohohou’re sohoho smahahahall!” William whined.

“Oh waaaaah, such a shaaaaaame!” Henry teased. “Just wiggle your ass around! You’ll get out eventually!” Henry told him. “But till then~”

Henry moved his fingers up to the open armpits and started skittering all over the underarms. William squealed in surprise, and threw his masked head back. “BAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOU FUCKIHING AHAHAHASSHOHOHOLE!” William yelled at him.

“Your swearing is only gonna earn you more tickle tickles, Will…” Henry told him. “Now what’s this button? I don’t remember installing this.” He lifted up William’s shirt and started poking at William’s belly button.

“DON’T YOU DARE! HENRY THAT’S MY BEHEHELLY BUHUTTOHOHOHON! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William laughed and cackled wildly.

“Look at you shaking your booty! Not bad for a man with a 20 year dance break!” Henry teased.

“WHAHAHAT AHABOHOHOUT HIHIHIGH SCHOHOHOL!?” William yelled back.

“Oh yeah...Fine. I guess shaking butts in high school dances counts too.” Henry decided. Henry smiled and chuckled. “Just wait till I tell Michael about what a ‘great’ dancer you were.” Henry teased.

“DOHOHON’T YOHOU DARE TELL MICHAEL! You so much as say 1 syllable about it, I will tickle you in ways that haven’t even been invented yet!” William shot back.

Henry had a good laugh out of that one. “Oh really?! And how will you know what has and has not been invented yet by the millions of generations of mothers?” Henry teased.

William growled and tried to pull his foot out of the small suit. But no such movements could be made! Oh shit...What if he WAS stuck?!

“Uhuh...Hehenry? Cahahan yohohou stohohop for ahahaha sehehec?” He asked.

Henry nodded and stopped tickling him. “What’s wrong, Will?”

Ihihi...Ihi’m actually stuck...I can’t get out!” William complained.

“Wait seriously?!” Henry asked. Henry tried pulling on William’s arm, but it refused to budge. “Oh...well ain’t this gonna be a problem…”

William whined in annoyance. “Damn you and your fucking tiny ass!”

Henry laughed again. Damn Will and his hilarious tone! It’s too funny to ignore! It always is!

Henry looked at William’s stuck body and smiled. “I’m gonna call someone to help get you out.”

Henry got up, called a mechanical guy and got off the phone. “We’re gonna get someone to try and get you out, before we even consider calling 911.” Henry told him.

William smiled. “Thanks Henry. Now, can you please remove the mask on my head? I’m kinda suffocating.” William asked.

Henry nodded and grabbed a stool. “Sure! Just give me a sec.”

Henry climbed up onto the step stool and removed the big mask off William’s head. “There you go. Breathe, my animatronic. Feel the world’s cool oxygen…” Henry said softly, before laughing at his own joke.

“Or the oxygen from the dusty ventilator.” William muttered out loud. “Although, the breath does feel nice. And so does the tallness! I feel like Andre the Giant!” William declared, referencing the wrestler.

“Haha, yeah, you enjoy that till you’re out. Cause you’re not climbing into my suit ever again, Mr. Thick.” Henry joked, squishing hsi belly.

“aAAH- Henry, don’t even try!” He warned. “Henry...Henry no...You know better than to tickle me like this!” William warned further.

“Oh do I now?” Henry teased.

“Well, I hope!” William shot back.

“Oh you hope!” He reacted. Then, he smirked and squished his belly more. “How’s hope treating you now?”

William shrieked and bursted out laughing. “OHOHOHOHO! LIHIHIKE AHAHA DIHIHICK!” William shot back.

“Well, a dick would be better than hope at this point…” Henry muttered.

“WAHAHAIT, WHAHAHAT?!” William shouted.

“What?” Henry muttered out loud. “Nothing.”

William raised an eyebrow. What in the hell did he just say?!

William’s thought process was interrupted by a slightly dull thing poking him in the button.

“Wahahahait, Whahahat’s thahahat?” William asked, wiggling around as he felt something poking him.

“Oh nothing...Just a pencil.” Henry replied.

A PENCIL!? Why a PENCIL?!

As Henry’s footsteps started to fill the room, a nervous William started to sense trouble was abrew...

“Uuhhuhuhuhuh...Hehehehenryhyhyhy...Ihihi knohohow what you’re doing!”

Henry’s footsteps stopped...William tried to look down, but the suit’s chest was HUGE. He couldn’t even SEE Henry! This made William even more nervous. The only thing he could hear now, was the air of the ventilator...that was it.

Another few pokes jabbed lightly at Will’s sensitive button. But this time, it was warm and thicker. It felt like a finger.

“Tickle tickle!” Henry teased, pulling his hand back and forth from pressing the button to leaving the button alone.

“Stahahap!” William begged. “Thihihis ihihis rihihidihiculohohous!” William tried to tell him.

“Oh? Ridiculous?” Henry smirked and took a deep breath.

OH NO NOT THOSE THINGS-

PPPPHHHHBBBBPPPPBBBBPPBBPPPPPT!

William SCREAMED like a little toddler and laughed like a mad Joker.

Henry giggled at the laughter and changed his voice to an impression of Joker. “Wooow! You have a great joker impression, sir! I could use you for millions of things! Would $100 of stolen money be enough, BATMAN?” Henry teased.

William was laughing really hard at this point.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE REHEHEALLY GOHOHOHOOD AHAHAT THAHAHAT!” William admitted.

Henry changed his voice back to normal and smiled proudly. “Thanks Will!” Henry replied.

“NOHOHO PROHOHOHOBLEHEHEM!”

Henry skittered his fingers on William’s belly and tickled the tummy surrounding his belly button. For the middle, he would occasionally twirl his middle finger or his thumb inside the belly button to get the squeals and heavy laughter from William. With the stomach, William would laugh, but it wasn’t nearly as strong as the little hole that lived in the middle of his belly.

Henry smiled and blew yet another raspberry onto William’s belly.

“PFFFBBAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU’RE SOHOHOHO GOHOHONNA GEHEHET IHIHIT!” William warned.

“Ohhh yeah, we’ll see how much you’ll get me with so little energy left over.” Henry teased.

“YOHOHOU’LL SEHEHEHE, EHEHEVIL GREHEHEMLIHIHIHIN!” William shot back.

“GREMLIN?!” Henry stopped tickling. “Excuse me?!”

“Hobbit!” William added. “Widdle DWARF!”

“You call me those things again…” Henry started cracking his knuckles.

“Ankle-biter! Gnome! Freaking GANDHI!”

“Oh that’s it.”

Henry grabbed onto William’s exposed middle and blew a big raspberry onto his belly and abs. William screamed and laughed so loud, it was bouncing through the pizzeria! It was the greatest thing to be bouncing through the walls of the pizzeria.

“Uuuh...Hello?” Someone called.

Henry jumped in place and quickly stopped tickling. “Oh! Sorry Mike! I was just-...taking advantage…” Henry admitted.

Wait...did he just say MICHAEL!?

“Michael?!” He quickly lifted his head up. “You called Michael!?”

“Well, yeah! He’s really good with parts! With his help, we can both get you out.” Henry told him.

William whined and growled. Why Michael...Why Michael of all people?! Henry was so annoying!

“Alright.” Michael walked up and started undoing bolts. “Hey Dad.” He greeted.

“Michael…P-Please don’t try anything…” He begged.

“You mean like this?” Michael poked his side.

“Ye-GAHAhaha! Yes! Like that!” William spat at him in anger.

“Ooooh! Giving me attitude now?” Michael reacted. “Wooow...And I came to save you.”

“Please just...get me out of here. And no more pokes!” William warned.

“Oh? Like this?” Michael poked his belly button.

“Mich-AHAHAHAHAHA! Henry! Make him stop!”

Henry giggled and walked up to Michael. “I was actually having a grand ol’ time. Wanna join me?

All it took was the sound of knuckles cracking, to know that Michael was in on it.

So William winded up being pulled out a good hour later than they expected. Was William complaining?

Well...not really.

[fluffymcu]

The Discovery (Peter x reader)

@itzme1762

You sneaked into Peter’s room in the compound, making sire he was where you thought he was. You heard the shower running in his bathroom and you smiled as you stopped right outside the bathroom and spilled a bit of oil on the floor, smudging it around time make sure it was slippery

. Then, with a smirk, you quietly entered the bathroom. The fog from the hot water was clouding the glass window thankfully, so he couldn’t see you and viceversa. Holding in a snicker, you quickly flush the toilet and make your way out of the bathroom, not able to contain your giggles anymore.

“Ahh! What the hell?!” You heard him hiss and yelp. “Y/n? Are you in here??” You didn’t give him an answer, instead you fled away from his room, making sure to avoid the oil puddle. But Peter had heard your mischievous giggles. He huffed, hesitantly getting back under the water when the temperature steadied, and quickly finished his shower.

He wrapped the towel around his waist just in case you were in his room but as soon as he stepped foot out the bathroom, he was up in the air for a second before falling on his butt. He let out a surprised grunt. He then sighed, an annoyed look on his face. “Damn it Y/n!”

You had a smile on your face all the way to your room to hide from Peter. At least for now until the moment died down. However, Peter wasn’t going to just let that go. He had to get you back. However, he was surprisingly having a difficult time thinking of a way to get his revenge. He found himself on the couch of the living room, staring out into space.

Tony walked in a few moments later, about to greet the kid before noticing his out of earth expression. He sniffed before taking a seat next to him. “Hey kid, what’s up? You look like you’ve got something on your mind.” Peter finally snapped out of his trance and focused on Tony.

“Oh, nothing Mr. Stark. It’s not a big deal.” Peter shrugged. However, Tony was determined to find out what was making Peter think so much.

“No nothing. Tell me. It’s obviously something if it’s got you staring out into space for who knows how long. What’s going on?” Peter sighed, contemplating whether to tell him or not.

He took a deep breath. “It’s just- you know, y/n pranked me today. She got me pretty good too,” he started. Tony smirking and shrugging.

“Yeah, she gets the skill from me.”

“Anyway, I really wanna get her back. I just don’t know how. I mean, she’s my best friend. I’ve done many pranks on her before but I don’t know why I can’t think of an idea right now so that I can get her back. I just feel like I’ve already pulled every prank possible in her.” Peter sighed, still brainstorming ideas. Tony hummed and nodded quickly. “Do you have any ideas on how I can get her back?”

Tony eyed peter carefully, slowly a smirk appearing on his face. “Mmmm,, I don’t want you hurting my daughter, Pete.”

“No, of course not, I never hurt her. I just wanna get revenge.” Tony sighed, smiling and looking elsewhere.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I feel comfortable selling out my girl, Peter.” Peter was practically begging him now. He clasped his hands together gin a pleading way and and asked him again.

“Please Mr.Stark. Please! She deserves payback. I’ve already tried everything. Is there anything else you can think of? Any weaknesses she has? Please help me get her back Mr. Stark. I’d never hurt her I promise.” Tony smirked at his pleading voice and thought.

After a few seconds, a smug grin appeared as he turned to look at Peter. “Alright I’ll help you get her back. But only because she called me old yesterday.” Peter cheered, pumping his fist. “Okay. Well, you can try tickling her. She’s very ticklish and you can pretty much get her to do anything you want if you get her good enough.” Peters eyes lit up at the realization.

“Of course! Why didn’t I every think to try that? Well, where is she ticklish?” He asked

“Oh everywhere.” Tony waved with a smile. “But. Her worst spots are her ribs, belly, and thighs. You get her in those places, she’ll be begging for mercy.” He smirked. Peter’s smile was practically ear to ear and he jumped to his feet.

“Great! Thanks Mr. Stark, thank you so much!” Peter made his way to your room with an unshakable smile on his face.

You were in your room, reading one of your favorite books. You had actually forgotten about the possibility of Peter wanting to get his revenge on you. However, you were reminded of this as you heard an eager knock on your door. You gasped, maybe a little to audible. You closed your book and stood from your chair. With a gulp, you approach the door and lean into it. “Who is it?” You try. Peter smiles and places his hand in the door knob.

“Open the door or I do. Your choice.” He smirks. You gulp, considering your options, eventually deciding to cooperate to avoid any more consequence. You were expecting a plate full of whipped cream on your face as you opened the door. Or maybe a bucket of water/ice. Maybe he was going to spray you with his webs again. However, you were taken aback as he simply picked you up and the you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You asked your best friend, who walked over to your bed and threw you on it. You were confused at what was happening but It didn’t stop you from getting more and more nervous by the Second.

Peter only straddled your legs, and smirked down at you. You gulped before letting out a gasp as you felt Peter’s fingertips ghost over your sides. You let out a scream, making peter burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, I’m literally not even touching you that much and you’re already screaming! How did I not notice you were ticklish before? You’re so sensitive.” Peter chuckled. When you didn’t give him an answer, he dug in at full speed, squeezing and digging his fingers into your sides.

With a screech, you arched your back and tried desperately to push at his chest. “AHH! Stahahahahap Peheheheter!!” You laughed, whining when Peter only chuckled at your desperate state.

“This is gold.” He laughed. “I should’ve tried this ages ago!” You shook your head as he moved on to shaking his fingers into your ribs. You bucked around, screaming and trying to get out of his hold.

“STOHOHOP IHIHIT ILL TELL MY DAHAHAHAD!” You yelled. Peter had to laugh at that. He bent down to blow a raspberry in the crook of your neck, smiling when you recoiled with a squeal.

“Sorry to break it to you but, I don’t think your dad would be in your side this time.” He smirked.

“WHYHYHY?” You coughed, Peter pausing time let you catch your breath. Before he started back up, he leaned down a bit closer to your face for effect before speaking up.

“Because he’s the one who suggested I do this to get you back.” He said, digging into the hollows of your armpits, making you fall into your back again.

“NOHOHOHO!” You laughed, melting onto the couch. Peter was enjoying this too much.

“Yes! This is what you get!” He teased, blowing continuous raspberries up and down you belly and sides. You kicked out your legs desperately, losing strength as you only had energy to laugh hysterically. “Aww, is it too much for you?” You nodded, much to Peter’s amusement. “I guess you really regret pranking me huh?” Once again you nod.

“YEHEHES!”

“Are you sure, cause... I’m not hearing any apologies,,” he raised his eyebrows at your hysteric state. You fought to catch a breath to try and apologize but before you could, Peter attacked your thighs.

The shriek you let out was inhuman as you fought as much as you could to rip his hands off your thighs. “NAHAHAH PLEHEHEHEEE!! HAHAHAHAHA!” You were laughing so much that you could barely form any more words.

“Still not hearing any apologies...” he sang, a smirk on his face. He gave you a break from your thighs and went down to your feet. He grabbed your legs and held them in a headlock before scratching at your soles.

You squealed and let out loud belly laughter and tried to kick your legs out of his grip. “EHEHEVIL!” You laughed, pounding your hands on the couch. Peter laughed and finally let you go, decoding you’d had enough.

“Are you ready to apologize now? Or are you ready for round 2?” He teased, sneaking his hand back up under your shirt and spidered his hands on your bare belly. You yelped and shook your head.

“No!!! No round 2. Please!” You giggled. “I tried to apologize but you were being evil and making me laugh harder!” You went to grab at him but he dodged you, chuckling and helping you up after. “But yeah. I’m sorry.” You panted. Peter nodded.

“I forgive you.”

You scoffed playfully. “Well yeah, I’d better be! I didn’t just go through all of that for nothing.” You mumbled. Peter laughed and at that moment, your dad walked into your room to check on you.

“Did you get her good, Pete?” He asked with a smirk. You growled lightly and sat up.

“Dad! Why would you tell him to tickle me?” You whined at him. Tony only shrugged and walked towards you.

“He had to get you back somehow. Besides, you had it coming for calling me old yesterday.” He looked at you pointedly. You blushed and giggled as you remembered what you said, hiding your face in your bed. “Yeheahhh that’s right.” He nodded teasingly, taking a seat at the foot of your bed.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, your voice muffled by the mattress. Your dad pulled you up to bring you into a hug, holding you bridal style.

“Alright well, I was gonna head over to the WSC to fix some things up. You wanna come? I think Sharon is working today.” He asked. You smiled at the though of spending some time with Sharon and nodded. He stood up from your bed, still holding you in his arms. He turned to look at peter. “And you, Mr. Parker. Steve is waiting for you in the training room. Remember you said you’d train with him this week?” Peter threw his head back, letting out a groan as he remembered.

You chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him and receiving a warning look. You smirked, waving a goodbye to peter as your dad left with you to go to the WSC.

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The Definition of Evil ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE ANOTHER WONDERFUL ANON PROMPT THAT IS VERY CUTE AND HOPEFULLY WILL LEAD TO LOTS OF CUTENESS AND WHOLESOMENESS! LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @darkipliler and @wilford-lee-warfstache

Wilford Warfstache was a very happy man. He was snuggled up in bed, nestled into the chest of the man he loved more than anything in the world, and said man was playing with his hair in the loveliest manner possible. Life was good. Wilford let out a gentle hum as he absently scrolled through Tumblr on his phone….and he ended up developing a frown. Now, he knew of course that all their fans on the internet were joking and being playful, but every time he saw a post about Dark being an “evil boi” or “the embodiment of Bad Shit™”, it got to Wilford a little bit. How could no one else see how perfect and sweet and wonderful Dark was?

‘What’s with the frown love?’

Wilford heard Dark ask, and when he looked up at him he couldn’t help but softly smile again. Dark was so considerate, and always noticed the subtlest things, whether it be specs of dust or changes in micro-expressions, Dark noticed all. Wilford let out a gentle sigh, softly kissing Dark’s chest as he set his phone aside and mumbled.

‘Sometimes I just hate how you’re cast as the evil baddie, y’know? I mean, I know us and the fans joke about it but….I wish they’d actually talk about how much of a sweetheart you actually are.’

Dark’s gaze softened down at Wilford, and he kissed Wilford’s temple tenderly with a smile. He was always caught off guard by Wilford’s dedicated love to him, and Dark just adored the hell out of Wilford Warfstache; he purred softly in response.

‘I know dear, but I assure you that I do not mind, frankly I find it quite fun projecting out my evil side and having that as my outward image…’

Dark softly nuzzled Wilford’s cheek, making the moustached man crack and smile and let out a hum at the affection, but then his frown returned as he looked up at his boyfriend.

‘But you don’t have an evil side, you’re sweet and tender to the core!’

Dark raised a surprised eyebrow; he accepted that yes, perhaps he was secretly nice, but he liked to think he did have quite a large degree of malevolence within him. Dark wondered of Wilford perhaps needed reminding of that fact. Dark playfully smiled, cocking his head at Wilford.

‘Oh? You don’t think I have any capacity for evil….at all?’

Wilford grinned, and playfully kissed Dark on the nose because he loved playing and being all soppy like this with him.

‘Nope! You are my tender red velvet cupcake through and through!’

Dark couldn’t help but blush at the nickname, trust Wilford to come up with nicknames that were unbearably flustering whilst somehow always being oddly fitting. Dark wasn’t going to let himself spiral into the realm of flusteredness though, that would only confirm Wilford’s words. Dark knew he had to prove his….darker side.

‘I bet I can prove you wrong.’

Dark smirked as Wilford cocked his head up at him curiously, before the moustached man squeaked as he was suddenly straddled by Dark, face heating up instantaneously. Wilford had no idea what was about to happen, but right now he didn’t care because he was blushing and giggling and getting giddier at how playful Dark was being. Wilford nibbled his lip as he spoke in a very excited voice.

‘Ohoho? Prahay tell how you plan toho do that?’

Dark smirked wider, cracked his knuckles, and crooned.

‘Raise your arms and you’ll see.’

As always with Wilford, his curiosity overcame any semblance of common sense inside him, and he immediately raised his arms. He grinned and cheekily wiggled for Dark as he replied.

‘Raised and ready honeypie.’

Dark chuckled fondly at how utterly adorable and giddy Wilford was, before he slipped his fingers under Wilford’s t-shirt onto his bare tummy so he could ever so gently tap the skin there. The light touches made Wilford gasp and tense….he knew what was coming now.

‘Oh I hope you are, because this is going to be truly malevolent….’

Wilford giggled at Dark’s purr, getting goose-bumps from nervous excitement. It was no secret that Wilford adored being tickled, especially by Dark….but ah…..Dark wasn’t going to give him what he wanted so easily.

‘Ohoho jeheez….’

Dark smirked, and let out a relaxed sigh, leisurely swirling and tracing his fingertips all over his soft sides and tummy.

‘Ahhhh yes, you’re very, very ticklish, aren’t you darling?’

Wilford bit his bottom lip as he let out the cutest whine known to man, Dark knew just how to tease him into flustered little pieces; that in combination with the gentle tickling was already making the whole thing rather….evil.

‘Yohohohou knohow I aham!’

Wilford giggled out, making Dark chuckle as his crimson eyes twinkled with loving amusement. Wilford flinched and whined even more when Dark’s fingers tapped just above his tender hipbones, and his cool, deep voice rang out unrelentingly.

‘I barely have to do anything and you’re a sweet little mess….perhaps in the future I should only tickle you like this, your reactions are ever so sweet….’

Wilford went utterly beet red at Dark’s words, stuttering with wide doe eyes as he squeaked before he could stop himself.

‘N-Nohohoho y-yohou cahan’t dohoho thahat!’

Dark raised an amused eyebrow at that, oh he’d so hoped his words would get a rise out of Wilford. He snickered smugly as he swirled a single fingertip in the bowel of one of Wilford’s hips, making the poor man whimper and buck as Dark crooned in a mock-curious tone.

‘Oh? Why ever not? I thought you’d prefer these gentler, less evil methods….’

Wilford gritted his teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut….because for him, this tickly scenario was the most evil thing in the whole world. Something to know about Wilford is that the teasiest, gentlest tickles were the ones that got to him the most. They made him tingle endlessly and made his lee mood get bigger and bigger with every passing second, and as time went on….all Wilford started to want was for Dark to go faster. Wilford spluttered out of embarrassed, lee mood induced frustration.

‘Y-Yohohohou bahahastahard!’

Dark smirked and crooned with feigned innocence.

‘Oho I’m a bastard am I? Why is that?’

Wilford squeaked and twitched as Dark now slowly walked his fingers up Wilford’s sensitive body, before resting them in his armpits whilst Dark also rested his face on Wilford’s tummy. Dark felt even more satisfied now that he could feel Wilford’s shaky breaths and jumpy yips as he stammered.

‘Yohohohou knohow dahamn wehehell why!’

Wilford was crumbling from it all, and Dark was relishing in his lover’s demise.

‘You know, I’m not sure that I do….if there’s something else that you want, then you’ll have to ask me so I know what it is you’d like….’

Wilford’s eyes flew open….oh now that was just cruel. His whole body was shaking now as he lost the last of his composure, giggles overcoming him from the soft, blunt scrapes of nails in his armpits and stubble at his stomach.

‘Yohohohou ehehevil meheheanihie gohohoddammit Dahahark!’

Dark laughed gently into Wilford’s tummy as his fingertips carried on playing softly in his hollows, and he mused smugly to Wilford.

‘I’m still not hearing any requests for something different….’

Wilford was beyond flustered, which meant he had no filter left to stop him from crying out in flustered frustration.

‘Fuhuhuck gahahad p-p-plehehease bahahabe juhust gohoho fahahaster!’

Dark smiled, an utterly feral, gleeful smile, and gazed at Wilford adoringly.

‘Anything for you my love.’

Wilford then squealed and descended into laughter as Dark scratched relentlessly in his armpits, all the while he also nibbled the absolute hell out of the pudge of his lower belly. It was tickle torture at its finest and Wilford was relishing every damn second of it.

‘AAAHHHEHEHEE FUUHUHUCK AHAHAHA!!’

Dark hummed, warmth filling his chest at how Wilford thrashed and thrashed, but never once fought back; he lived for when he could make Wilford so happy like this.

‘Does it tickle good darling?’

Dark purred, and even amidst his shrieks of mirth Wilford managed to nod in response, crying out as he arched his back and clenched his fists.

‘YEHEHEHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHICKLES!!’

Dark genuinely thought his heart was going to melt, well, that’s what true love does to you. Dark gave his loving, kissy, nibbly attention to Wilford’s waistline now, but kept up the treatment at his armpits because he knew Wilford adored his underarms being tickled immensely. He murmured lovingly into Wilford’s skin.

‘It’s gorgeous how much you adore this….you’re so fucking cute, it drives me crazy…’

Wilford was a squealing, laughing, blushing mess of delight as tears built at the corners of his eyes; with Dark complimenting him too, that just drove him right over the edge of happy bliss.

‘IHIHIHI LOHOHOHOVE YOHOHOU!!!’

Wilford threw his head back amidst his proclamation, and Dark beamed as he replied.

‘I love you too, my darling Wilford.’

Dark grinned….then decided to really show his love. He unleashed a torrent of raspberries along Wilford’s tender waistline, whilst also vibrating his thumbs into his poor, sensitive hollows. Wilford absolutely howled with mirth as tears trickled down his cheeks, and he finally slammed his arms down.

‘AAHHHHH FAHAHAHAHACK NAHAHAHAHAAA!!!’

Dark smiled fondly, and then had mercy on his Wilford. He chuckled gently to himself as he got off of Wilford and lay back next to him in bed, and let out a happy hum when Wilford immediately came close so he could curl up at his chest. He was giggling, panting, grinning….and beautiful beyond sanity in Dark’s eyes.

‘Hoholy fuhuck….’

Dark smirked, and kissed Wilford’s jaw as he purred.

‘Had fun?’

Wilford gazed up at Dark, and grinned brightly as he let out a soft purr of his own.

'You’re so evil….I love you so much.’

Dark’s eyes gleamed with his own delight, before they shut along with Wilford’s as they kissed, utterly encased by mutual bliss and happiness beneath their blankets and encased by limbs. Maybe sometimes, just sometimes….to be truly evil, first you must be utterly good of heart.

WOOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Equality in Vengeance ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

WOOOOO ANOTHER LOVELY ANON PROMPT WITH MA BOY YANCY, LET'S DOOO THIIIIS!

TAGGING: @silvlee-shepherd @yandere-ipli-ler and @switchy-yancy

Silver was giggling nervously behind his hand, he never in a million years would have fathomed doing something like this, and yet here he was. He was crouched behind a couch with his eyes trained excitedly on the door into the living room, which was slightly ajar. Next to him, in a similarly excited state, was Yancy…..and they were partners in crime. Fear not, the hero had not been tempted over into actual criminal activities….just a little prank. A prank destined for one of his lovers in fact, Yandere. Why would Silver and Yancy be collaborating on a venture so dangerous? Well I’ll tell you. Yancy was a prankster with a big attitude, and Silver admired him. Silver had always wanted to let more of his cheeky side out, but always got flustered at the notion of actually acting, and so had asked Yancy for help in the mischief department. Of course, Yancy was more than happy to help.

‘Youse ready Shepherd?’

Yancy grinned at Silver, who grinned back with an excited giggle as he got out his phone.

'Ready!’

Silver opened his messages, and sent a text to Yandere saying that he had a sweet surprise for them in the living room, and for them to hurry; Silver knew they could never resist something so intriguing. He sent the text, and they waited, their eyes fixed upon the door. The door was particularly significant in the execution of this prank, since balanced on top of it was a bucket of freezing cold water, ready to tip onto whoever pushed open the door….and as the sound of heeled footsteps sounded from the corridor, Yancy and Silver knew that their desired target was approaching. Yandere was smiling as they approached the ajar door, curious to see what on earth their sweet Silver was up to….and pushed the door open so they could step over the threshold.

‘I’m heeere Silvy hon-EEEEE!’

Yancy and Silver gasped at Yandere’s shriek, and when they stood up to look at the results of their prank….they couldn’t help but burst into loud, giddy laughter. Yandere was soaked head to toe and had their mouth agape as they gasped, and Yancy was the first to exclaim amidst his mirth.

‘Ohohoho my gahad ya fahahace!’

Yancy was clutching his stomach whilst Silver snorted and giggled, covering his mouth adorably. Yandere looked between the two of them with wide eyes, and honestly they were half aghast and half impressed at the fact that they’d been pranked. However….Yandere was sure as hell not going to let this slide. Oh no.

‘I suppose you’re both ever so proud of yourselves….’

Their voice was threateningly low as they narrowed their eyes at the pair, who were now stood beside one another. Silver gulped a tad, but it took a lot more to diminish Yancy’s cockiness.

‘C’man now Yan, ya knew youse was gonna get got by a prankster eventually!’

Yandere let out a short laugh through their nose, folding their arms at their chest as they replied with a sneer.

‘Ohoho nono, I expected this from you Yancy…..but you?’

Yandere’s crimson eyes locked onto Silver, who let out a soft squeak at the intense attention. He hid a little behind Yancy as Yandere bared their teeth amidst their terrifying purrs.

‘You know what happens to people who cross me….you know what I do to people, and yet you crossed me anyway darling….’

Yandere started pacing closer to the two offenders.

‘….and in about thirty seconds you’re really going to regret it. Both of you.’

Silver let out a flustered whine, and gulped and started tugging frantically at the back of Yancy’s shirt as Yandere started cracking their knuckles at them both. They were getting closer too. Silver was a mess of stammers as he spoke to Yancy….because he knew exactly what was coming for them.

‘Y-Y-Yancy w-we have to run w-we have to go!’

Yancy however, stood his ground. He hadn’t yet cottoned onto exactly what the oncoming consequences were, so he merely scoffed and folded his arms at his chest, grinning at Yandere as he stated.

‘I ain’t scared o’ youse.’

Silver whined even more, at this point the hero’s legs felt so much like jelly that he was worried he’d fall over if he tried to run now. Yandere smirked with a hum as they strutted up and stood nose to nose with Yancy….they couldn’t wait to wreck these boys.

‘I know….but you will be, I promise you that sweetie.’

Then in an instant, Yancy was educated of Yandere’s adept skills regarding combat and their ability of overpowering….anyone. Before he could react he’d had his legs swept from under him as Yandere flipped him onto his front on the floor. As Yandere settled on the backs of his thighs, Silver made a last minute decision to try and bolt, but it was too last minute. Yandere caught him by the shirt and soon enough, he was in the same position as Yancy. Yandere hummed as they settled on the boys’ butts whilst they exclaimed in their own ways.

‘WOAH HEY WHAT THE HECK?!’

'O-O-OH jeez Y-Yanny baby p-please I’m sorry, d-don’t do this!’

Yandere giggled at Yancy’s animosity and Silver’s flusteredness, and placed a hand each on them, splaying their fingers at the smalls of the boys’ backs as Yandere crooned.

‘You naughty boys need to be taught a serious lesson….’

Silver squeaked and developed a wobbly smile as Yancy’s eyes widened in realisation at what their fate was. The ex-convict tried to push himself up, scrabbling at the carpet in an attempt to get away as he wore a wobbly smile of his own.

‘Oh hell noho fuhuck this h-hell no-AAAHHAHAHA!’

Needless to say, Yandere didn’t let him escape. They smirked and leisurely dug a hand into one of his fleshy sides, squeezing and scribbling relentlessly. Yancy had just shrieked and succumbed, no longer having the focus to even try and escape as he laughed. Yandere sneered and tutted down at him.

‘Oho you really need this, not just a prankster but a foul mouth too hm?’

Yancy cackled as his face went pink from how embarrassed he felt, whilst the hero next to him became caught between his own nervousness, and his awe at watching Yancy. Yancy looked so cute when he laughed so hard, and Silver couldn’t help but giggle fondly at the sight….until fingernails traipsing up his back made him squeal. He’d forgotten that Yandere had dedicated a hand to him too.

‘And don’t think I’ve forgotten about you mister….to think you helped prank me even though you knew what the consequences would be. You’re still such a naughty, naughty boy….’

Silver spluttered and tried to hide his face in the carpet as he writhed, quickly becoming a mess of giggles.

‘Ehehehehee nahaha Ihihi’m sahaharry!’

Yandere snickered fondly.

‘Don’t waste your breath my love, we’ve got a while yet until I’ll be ready to hear that word from either of you….for now, you need to be punished.’

Silver whined as Yancy wailed. Yandere’s perfect almond nails scratched fast and without mercy up and down Silver’s back, keeping him encased by giggles, squeals and wiggly squirms. Meanwhile, they took their sweet time in kneading one side of Yancy’s incredibly sensitive ribcage which kept Yancy jerking from side to side amidst his mirth.

‘PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAT THE RIHIHIBS!!’

Yancy cried out as he hit his fists against the floor, and his feet kicked out behind him too. Of course, this did nothing to stop Yandere’s kneading as they cooed.

‘Awww what’s wrong tough guy? Can’t you take a little tickling?’

That was a rhetorical question if ever Yancy had heard one. His face was practically shining with redness now as he thrashed and wailed.

‘THIHIHIS IHIHIS FUHUCKIHIN’ EHEHEVIL!!’

Yancy snorted amidst his belly laughter, flustered even more at how even clamping his arms down at his sides did nothing to stop the onslaught. Meanwhile, even though Silver wasn’t being tickled as hard, he was just as flustered as Yancy. Watching Yandere torture Yancy kept reminding him how Yandere could shift and turn on him like that at any moment, and that was frigging terrifying! Silver even squeaked when Yandere growled at Yancy and scribbled at his bottommost ribs.

‘So was dumping freezing cold water on me you little shit!’

Yancy let out a shrill shriek, and Silver could see the beads of sweat at the man’s forehead now. Then he realised….what kind of hero was he if he didn’t try to defend and stick up for his partner? The answer to this question is that Silver is a completely fricking screwed hero, particularly after he stuttered to Yandere amidst his giggles.

‘Y-Yahahahanny d-dohohon’t behe tohoo mehean to hihim!’

Yandere froze…..then stopped tickling Yancy. Yancy gasped at the sudden mercy, blinking as he realised that Silver had basically saved him….but then both he and the hero gulped when Yandere let out a sadistic chuckle.

‘Defending your partner in mischief huh?’

Silver let out a frantic squeal when Yandere suddenly flipped him onto his back, and he shrieked like a wild thing when Yandere used both of their hands to scratch and claw at his tender, ticklish tummy with a smirk in place.

‘AHAHAHAHA NAHAHA NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!!’

Yandere snickered fondly, Silver’s ticklish tummy was one of their favourite things in the whole damn world. Yancy meanwhile was wide eyed and in awe of Silver, he couldn’t believe that the hero had just gotten in the tickly firing line to save him! Silver flailed as he screamed with his cute, buoyant laughter.

‘Kitchy kitchy kitchy coooo, is someone regretting being such a naughty thing?’

Silver writhed and bapped at Yandere’s hands, cheeks darkening at their tease as he nodded frantically.

‘YEHEHEHES YESYESYESYES!!!’

Yandere laughed as they continued tickling his tummy, and then decided to be particularly evil and slip their fingers under his shirt so they could squish and squeeze the ticklish flesh. Silver’s shrieks went to a far higher pitch after that.

‘EEEEEE COLDCOLDCOLD COHOHOHOOOLD!!!’

Yandere snorted and rolled their eyes playfully.

‘Oh and I wonder why that is….’

Silver snorted amidst his laughter, which caused his neighbouring companion to start feeling something else….utter shame. How could he be letting this happen to Silver?! He was his friend and he was just watching the tickle torture like a timid weakling, especially after Silver basically saved him! Now Yancy was the one shivering from second-hand flusteredness as Yandere leant down to purr in Silver’s ear.

‘I can’t wait to tell Hosty about this….he’ll have so much fun helping me punish you….’

Silver’s face was crimson now as he struggled, letting out cute wail after cute wail…and that made Yancy decide to fight back. Oh if only he’d known what a mistake that was.

‘NOT ON MY HECKIN’ WATCH!’

Yancy cried as he started to sit up, about to lunge at Yandere….but they were ready for him. Yancy’s eyes widened as Yandere caught his wrists with ease, before he too was flipped onto his back next to Silver. Yancy gulped as he trembled, realising how much he’d severely fucked up as Yandere chuckled down at him, grinning with a feral glee.

‘…..now you’ve done it.’

Now, Yandere really brought out all the stops. Yandere gripped Yancy’s wrists with one hand, and pinned them at his chest. Then, they took hold of Silver’s wrists with their other hand, and pinned them at his chest. Yandere let out a satisfied hum as they watched the two of them squirm, and chuckled when they saw how both of their shirts had ridden up by just the perfect amount. Their waistlines were bare and vulnerable…perfect for raspberries. It was like a symphony of shrieks and screams as Yandere alternated between the two of them, leaving raspberry after raspberry, and neither of them could stop it.

‘AHHHH FAHAHACK NOHOHOHO RAHAHAAASPS!!!’

Yancy cried, very nearly in sync with Silver.

‘YAHAHAHANNYYYY!!!’

Yandere relished in it all, giggling to themselves with glee at having them both at their mercy, they were just so adorable. Yancy bucked and kicked erratically when each of his raspberries were delivered, whilst Silver tried to use all his might to curl up into a ball to escape the tickles. Needless to say, neither of them succeeded in their attempts at resistance.

‘Oh I could just keep you both like this forever, you’re both ever so cute….’

Silver and Yancy let out frantic noises as they both shook their heads, tears trickling down their cheeks as they cried.

‘NAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHABY PLEHEHEEEEASE!!! WEHE’RE SAHAHAHARRY!!!’

‘WEHEHEHE AHAHARE WEHE AHAHARE!!!’

Yandere giggled at Silver and Yancy’s sweet begs, and hummed playfully for a few moments before snickering and releasing their wrists.

'You’re lucky I adore you both y’know.’

They both gasped, curling up when Yandere slid off of them both. Silver giggled bashfully at Yandere’s words, whilst Yancy went quiet aside from his panting breaths; he was still processing being adopted by the poly to be honest, so all that lovey stuff still took him off guard. In a good way though.

‘You okay honey? I didn’t go too far on your tummy did I?’

Yandere crooned as they pulled Silver into their chest, and the hero shook his head, nuzzling Yan’s cheek lovingly as he mumbled.

‘I-Itwassoawesome….’

Yandere giggled fondly, before looking to Yancy and tenderly stroking his hair as they purred.

‘How are you sweetie, was any of it too much?’

Yancy bashfully shook his head, letting out a soft laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

‘Nah uh….i-it uh….y-youses a real g-good tickler….’

Yandere broke out into a smile at his words, before softly kissing Yancy on the forehead and ruffling his hair, making the man whine softly and hurry to fix it. Yandere giggled and plated a kiss on Silver’s lips, before standing up with a soft sigh.

'Well, I am going to have a nice soak in a hot bath. When I come back I expect all this water to be cleaned up you two!’

The two men giggled as Yandere turned to leave…but the Yancy gasped quietly when Silver suddenly piped up.

‘A-And what if we don’t?’

Yandere stopped, turned to face them….and merely sent them a smirk before they went off down the corridor. Yancy and Silver shared a glance, before Yancy nibbled his lip and quietly mumbled.

‘You uh….wanna have a nap so we uh….g-gots energy for….later?’

Silver grinned and nodded, and they both flopped on that illegally comfy carpet for a much needed nap, and of course were ah….reprimanded later for not attending to the mess. I am rather happy to tell you though, that neither of them intended to ever, ever learn their lesson.

WOOOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[franklyshipping]

"A piece of what, exactly, Alex? Because I for one would like a piece of this tummy... that would be fine, right?" he leans down, nuzzling your shirt up a little to reveal your tummy, making sure to brush it with his stubble. "Yes, I think I'll just-- OMNOMNOMNOM!" he begins to nuzzle into your tummy, making ridiculous growling noises as he does. He looks up, just for a second " And I do not have demon aids, just for the record." before immediately diving back into your tummy. --Dark

OHMYGODOHMYGOD NOHOHOHO NAHAHAT MY TUHUHUHUMMY!!! *laughs and snorts as i buck heavily* YOHOU’RE EHEHEVIL! 😳😳😆😘💜