#giggles-and-tiggles

[sprite-periodt]

Just the fact that I need to finally be wrecked to the point where I am so grateful for the short and lil tiggles I get from my friends

[sleeping-at-sea]

Me when I say an inside joke to one of my friends but they arnt the friend the inside joke is with and so now i just feel awkward

[giggly-squiggily]

I hope Demon Slayer hc drabbles requests are still okay, if so I would like to request somethingg..

I miss sabito and giyuu’s bond so my headcannon contains them both! I like to think that when Giyuu and Sabito used to train together (😭😭😭) they get bored once it’s their break time, so they just try to entertain each other… this time with tiggles👀

Hehe

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

Oh this is CUTE! I've gotcha covered, anon! We need more of these two! :D

“Heeeeeeh..” Sabito made a long sound, spreading out belly down across the grass before Giyu. “I’m so booooored.”

“Don’t say that too loud- Master will hear.” Giyu dared a peek across the way at Urokodaki, holding his breath. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he heard them. “You know what he’ll do if he even thinks we’re bored!”

“Yes yes, I know. But Really- today’s been so slow!” Sabito rolled on his back, stretching out. “I want something unexpected to happen. Giyu- entertain me.”

“What?” The brunette blinked. “How?”

“I don’t know- like I said; do something unexpected!” Sabito covered his eyes with both hands, starting to smile. “Let me know when you're ready!”

Giyu blinked, unsure of what Sabito was looking for. But- if he was seeking the unexpected…

“Ready?” Sabito asked as Giyu climbed on top of him, sitting on his hips. “Huh- whatcha got planned there, buddy?” When he didn’t get a response, he dared a peek. “Bud-”

“Boo.” Giyu poked him in the belly, watching Sabito sputter and jump.

“Ah! Whohahahahahahhaha! Hohohohold ohoohohn! Hehahahahhaha whahahahait!” The peach haired boy cried out as Giyu poked him again and again, eventually switching to wiggling fingers. “Gihihihihiyuuhuuhuhuhu coohhoohhome ohohohohn!”

“What? You said you wanted the unexpected.” Giyu reminded, his voice nearly lost in Sabito’s squeals. He moved his hands to his ribs, gently kneading the spots where he knew his friend was particularly ticklish. “This was unexpected right? Or do you want me to go find a bug?”

“Aehahahhahhaha! Nohohoho whahhay! Yohooohoohu goohohohot it rihihihihihght!” Sabito giggled out, wriggling beneath his friend. “Nohohohow it’s yohohoohohour thuuhuhurn! Tahahahake thihihihs!” He shot his hands out, grabbing onto Giyu’s sides and squeezing.

“AH!” The brunette cried out, doubling over and retracting his hands. Sabito wasted no time flipping him over, making short work of any resistance. “AHeahhahhahahahaha! Sahahahahbihihihihitohohohoho!”

“Hehe, take that!”

In the background, Urokodaki watched on, smiling gently behind his mask.

“Well- at least they won’t be bored any longer.”

[yellowelectroslime]

Sleep well, Freminet

[notes: my third fic/drabble I have ever written YAY, the characters may be a bit ooc so sorry about that ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧ I hope u enjoy]

Pairing: Ler Arlecchino, Lee Freminet (platonic, family bonds, NOT A SHIP)

Warnings: tiggles, idk how to write fics but i hope this is good :(, mayne ooc, unedited, no beta we die like my 50/50 on arlecchinos banner ( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ )

Word count: 967 words

It wasn’t uncommon for Freminet to have trouble sleeping, especially when he was under any sort of stress. To be honest, he hasn’t been having the best sleep for the past couple of days. He had to fix some of the equipment Lynette accidentally broke, Lyney just asked him to build some equipment for their upcoming magic show, and Father just gave him another investigation mission the other day and-

*knock knock*

“Freminet? Are you alright? May I come in?” Father! What is she doing here? In this hour? Was she here to ask him for the investigation reports? But he hasn’t even started yet-

*knock knock* Father’s stern voice booms through from behind his bedroom door. “Freminet?”

Freminet quickly blinks, snapping himself out of his thoughts. “A-ah! Father? Yes! I-I mean… you may…”

The sound of the door’s handle clicking echos through his silent bedroom. Arlecchino steps in, standing tall and dominant, exactly what you would expect from the 4th Fatui harbinger. Freminet looked up from his sitting position on the edge of his bed, meeting eyes with Arlecchino; her face was serious and poker. Many would assume that she held no emotions behind those black eyes, but only the children from the House of Hearth could decipher the concern in her expression.

“May I sit?” A simple question, Freminet know’s Arlecchino’s intentions as well as the other children, but he couldn’t help but flinch at her voice. Arlecchino’s face softens ever so slightly.

“Ye-yes you may…” Arlecchino wastes no time, sitting close to Freminet, she places a gentle hand on his back. This time Freminet doesn’t flinch away, instead he leans into her warm touch, he always liked it when Father played with them when they were younger. They sat in comfortable silence for a while until Arlecchino softly broke it.

“Lyney has reported to me that you haven’t been resting properly, so I decided to see this matter myself.” Arlecchino moved her hand from Freminet’s back to his shoulder, shifting closer to him to pull his body so he was leaning on her. “It’s alright, Freminet. If there is anything bothering you, do not be afraid to reach out, there is nothing wrong with seeking help from comrades.”

Freminet looks down and sighs in defeat. “I guess- I guess I have been having trouble sleeping recently...”

Arlecchino’s eyes light up (as much as it could considering there were black) as an idea came to her mind “I do have a suggestion to help you go to sleep. I remember using this method much on you when you awoke to nightmares as a young child”

Freminet spent a few seconds trying to remember. Method? What method did she use…. oh. Oh no… Before he could react, he was quickly pulled into Father’s embrace, he had almost forgotten her strength despite her slim appearance. He found himself laid across Father’s thighs and immediately blushed a furious red colour. 

“Do you remember this method?” Arlecchino said in a teasing manner, she places her hands on both of his sides, not tickling him just yet. Despite this, Freminet was blushing and giggling uncontrollably, already giddy from anticipation

“F-fatheheheer wahait…” He grabbed Arlecchino’s wrists trying to (not really) pry them away from his sides.

“Hmmm, I see,” Arlecchino mumbled to herself “So you already know what I am about to do. Well, this saves me the time of helping you recall your memories.” Almost immediately, she began to gently squeezed his sides, causing the boy to instantly fall into a puddle of giggles.

“E-Ehehehe! Fa-fatheheher!” Freminet managed to muster out, he couldn’t stop the giggles from pouring out despite his effort. His giggled increased a pitch when Arlecchino started to change methods. Using one hand to spider across his stomach while the other scratch along his ribs. Her sharp nails proving an absolute killer for Freminet, yet he puts no true effort in trying to stop her.

Arlecchino slows her attack on Freminet, her fingers not moving but haven’t left their place“I remember there was a small game Lyney and Lynette would play on you during times like this… do you recall when they used to ‘count your ribs’?” ___

“Let us begin, shall we?” Her fingers moved to his lowest set of ribs, she began to gently scratch along his ribs, going higher after a few moments of tickling the previous set. “One… Two… Three…” 

Freminet tried squirming away from her vicious fingers, put her grip on his was too strong. He eventually gave up trying to escape and focused on trying to clamp his arms down to prevent her from going any higher. 

“Come on Freminet. You’re a very smart boy, surely you can count numbers.”

“Faahah-Fatheheher pleahehEHEHES! I cahaHAhAHAn’t!”

“Oh dear, looks like I have lost count, looks like I have to start all over again”

“W-wahahait! I-I remembeher inhibit was fihihive! Yohou were uhahap to fihihve!” His protests were ignored by Arlecchino and was overridden with another wave of adorable giggles.

Arlecchino’s fingers slowly made their way closer and closer to Freminet’s armpits, making his laugher increase in volume, he immediately raises his arms from his sides to cover his mouth.

“8… 9… 10… My my Freminet, you seem to be holding on longer than expected.”

“AHahahaAHa! OkahahAHAy I gihiHIHive- StahAHAhahp!” Arlecchino immediately stopped her attack on him, quickly retracting her fingers and placing her hands on the top of his head, gently patting down his messy hair. “Are you feeling better now? Are you ready to sleep?” 

Freminet sits up and leans his body onto Arlecchino’s, softly nodding and he slowly drifts to sleep. Arlecchino moved his body slowly back onto the bed, tucking him comfortably under his blankets. 

Arlecchino stood left his room with a gentle smile on her face.

[rachi-roo]

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Black Clover: In the name of science!

Summary: Sally decides to get her hands on Asta, requesting some help with her experiments~

Heh heh heh, oh I'm so meeean~ 😈

Tw: Rough tiggles, restraints, over stimulation

Requested Tags: 😚 @duckymcdoorknob @nataliewritez

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"Saaally? You here?" Asta called as he entered the lab that Sally had been granted by the clover kingdom when she agreed to work with them, developing magic tools.

The magicless wizard had been asked to visit and help Sally out with a few experiments. The lab was a large hall filled with piles of books and shelves stacked with various odd looking substances.

"Oh! Comiiiiing~ Hehe-!" Sally's voice cooed out from behind a messy looking display wall, diagrams, and drawings of human anatomy pinned to the surface.

Hearing her response, Asta smiled as he waited for her patiently. He jumped when he suddenly appeared behind him, grabbing his waist and applying pressure to the area, making him yelp and flinch away.

"Ah-hey!"

"We've got so much to get done! Let's see. Okay. Mhm. Yep, yep, yep. Nice and plump. You're perfect for this!" The scientist thought out loud as she circled Asta, lifting his arm and tracing the length of it, before doing the same to his legs, poking and feeling around his knees and chest. He didn't protest, no, he just let her do what she needed to do. It was part of their deal, after all. She helped them, so he helped her.

"Soho, w-what kind o-OHOf experiments ahare you pff- hah, up to today? Ehe!" He flinched and huffed as she poked and prodded him before stepping back to take notes in her handbook.

"Oh, you know. Important stuff." She waved off the question as she turned away, scribbling in her book again with a giggle. Asta raised a brow, taking a step forward to follow her, only to have his ankle suddenly snatched up by a familiar, viscous tendril.

"Huh-?"

He was tossed into the air before being grabbed by more tendrils, holding him down on the warm, slimy surface of Sally's magic Gel. Keeping him in an upright position, leaning backwards slightly for his comfort.

"WOOAH! H-Hey, hey, hey! What's-"

"Hmm... Oh! Of course, nearly forgot. You're not against being tickled, right?"

Astas eyes widened with excitement. No. He wasn't against it at all. Actually, he found it very enjoyable. He and the other black Bulls would often get into tickle fights, wrestling and tussling for victory. But why did Sally want to tickle him?

Doesn't matter. He thought as a smile grew across his face. A deal is a deal. How bad can some tickling be? He's helping after all.

"Go right ahead! I can take it!" He looked determined, a bright, toothy, grin plastered across his cheeks. Sally looked more than pleased to hear this.

"Wonderful!" She picked up a small sand timer with her slender fingers, holding it up to the light before flipping it over, letting the purple hazy sand inside start to fall.

"Then let's begin~"

Before Asta could brace himself, several tendrils snaked closer, poking and wriggling into his sides.

"Pff-! GyahaHA!" The reaction was instant. Asta was deathly ticklish. He wriggled and squirmed against the gooey restraints that held him still.

"Oho God! Ahahaa! EheeEHAHA!" Sally was wasting no time. Another attack began on the wizards knees, the goo forming into little hands, pinching that nerve filled spot just above the knee.

Asta kicked out suddenly with a snort, the goo quickly grabbing onto his ankles again, yanking him into place as they worked on the area.

"BWAHAHA! No! Nohoho!"

"Oooho? No? What do you mean?" Sally grinned, stepping closer to examine his mirthfull expression.

"Why do you say no? Didn't you say you could take it?"

"I-I cahan! I-It juhAhHAA! Ahaa!"

"It what, Asta?" Sally sang, tilting her head to see Astas flushed red cheeks, smiling at how his eyes were squeezed shut, leaving laughter creases across his scrunched nose. She reached a hand, softly pressing on his hip with her thumb.

"IT TIHICKLES! OHOMygodnoooOHO!" He yelled out through his giggling, shaking his head as his ears also came under attack, smaller, string like tendrils fluttering and flickering just inside and behind his little listeners.

Sally giggled at his reaction as she jotted down more in her book before tossing it aside.

"It tickles. Well, haha, duuuh~ That's the whole point, ya silly!" As she spoke, she started casually slipping Astas boots off, letting them drop to the floor with a thud.

"Wait- Wahait not there! Sally! AH! Sahahally!" The silver haired boy was caught completely by surprise as his soles were attacked, not by the Gel magic, but by two sets of smooth, rounded fingernails. His little feet kicking and wriggling to try escape.

"Gotta stimulate every part of your body, for accurate results~" Sally said, in a matter of fact tone. Asta just nodded in response, this was already so overwhelming for the little guy.

"Dahahamn ihit! NyAhAHAAA! OHO! Oho NO!" He was staying strong. That's his magic, after all! Never giving up!... For now.

"Gichi, gichi gooo~"

"UWAHA! D-Dohon't sAHA! Don't say that! NO!"

"Oh? And why not? Does it make your tummy flutter?" The tracing nails found their way up to Astas belly, dragging and skittering over the thin shirt he wore.

"Does it make everything tickle more? Gichi, gichi goooo~"

Holy shit. It did!

"Dahamn it! AHAA! H-How?! How are you doIIING THAHAT!?"

Sally just smiled, walking her fingers further up Astas belly, snaking around to his ribs and starting to massage her thumbs into the bone. Her dexterous fingers tickled SO much more than the sensation her Gel magic caused.

"NONONO! Nyaaaha!-... *gasp* AHA!" Astas body flailed helplessly as the tickling grew more and more intense. His ribs are toyed with by Sally's fingers and nails whilst his knees, sides, and tummy are under attack from the Gel. This was nothing like the fights he had had with the Black Bulls. Not even Yami was ever this intense!

"Oho! This is wonderful! I wonder how long you can withstand the sensation! You're already sweating, and your pupils are dilated! I can hear that you're running out of breath sometimes, too, hmm... We'll have to keep pushing! I need answers!" Sally had that crazed look about her. She was enjoying Astas suffering way too much.

Asta was determined though, he wasn't giving up!

"I can do thihis all d-!" A look of horror shot across his face as he felt her nails creep up to his underarms. His whole world was flipped upside-down.

"GYAHAHAAAA-!... *gasp* Aha! NOOOHO! No! Ahaha!" The feeling of Sally's nails scritching at his armpits sent him into a frenzy. Flailing and cackling with his whole chest.

"Oooh, you like this spot, huh? Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~!" Sally sang, relishing Astas intense reactions to such a small gesture.

This was crazy! Astas eyes fogged up with tears of mirth as his body was bombarded with tickles. The Gel tendrils snaked up into his shirt and up the cuffs of his trouser legs, tickling his skin directly.

"SAHAHALLY! *hic* PleheEHASE! AAAHAAaahaA-!... *gasp* AHAa! Not therehereee...! *gasp* GYAAAHAAAHA!"

"Hmm, this won't do." Sally sighed, seeing that her sand timer had already ran out.

"Uuugh, I need more time! Oh!" She grinned, pausing her ticklish assault for a brief moment, simply flipping the timer again, giving Asta a precious moment of relief.

"Problem solved!"

"Sally... Haha... Please just, just gimme-"

"Now then~" She smirked up at him, immediately beginning to rake her nails up and down his soles again.

"NAHAHAAAAA-!"

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Several sand timer rotations later, Atsa was spent. His hair was a fuzzy mess, and his headband slipped, covering one of his eyes as he flailed and screamed with laughter.

"Oh wow! Your all sweaty! And- Oh look at that colour!" Sally grinned, cupping his cheeks, squishing them slightly as her torment finally came to an end.

"Woooowza, such a pretty pink! Do you feel dizzy? Sick? Or do you feel amazing! Are you gonna pee? Is anything numb? Do I need to cut open-"

"Nooo, no, no, that won't be necessary." Asta chuckled, gulping in a fresh breath of air before sighing, letting his head droop.

"I'm just tired now. And I feel tingly all over." He explained with a smile as Sally set him om the floor, he'd Gel magic shifting away and melting into nothing.

"Oooooh, tingly~ Good word! You're such a good test subject." She smiled, handing him a candy after he finished straightening out his clothes and putting his boots on.

"Happy to help!" He chimed.

"Anything that might help protect the people of Clover." He said proudly, head held high even after such an exhausting ordeal.

"So, what was all this working towards anyway?"

Sally paused, tilting her head and tapping her chin.

"You know.... I forgot~!"

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Thank you for readiiiiing! 🥰🩷 Hope you had fun! Love youuu!

[s-i-m-p0]

How they wake you up with the overbolts

Riddle roseheart

♡ bro wakes up at 6 AM sharp everyday

♡he needs help

♡ he let's you sleep for a hour till 7

♡ when he wakes you he lightly grabs you're hand and kisses softly

♡ you wake up if it tiggles and laugh/giggle slightly

♡ if you dont wake up: he pount, leaves the room, returns with a rose (dethorned) and just brushes it against your face

♡ the pollen woke you up

♡ loves to see your sleepy smile

Vil Schoenheit;

☆ again a 6AM person

☆ after he finished his make up and you're still asleep (at 6:30) vil decides to wake up since you show no signs you'll wake up you're self

☆ he's couched next to you brushing a clean make up brush and lightly tickle you're nose

☆ It always works since you rather sneeze or giggle and go to wipe you're nose

☆ if not in a relationship... God that's a different story...

☆ he burst through the door the moment he's dressed and dolled up

☆then he would throw a ice packet at you and scared you awake

☆it's worse when rook wakes you, he stands by the side of you're bed taking pictures and writing notes till you wake up, so terrifying

Jamil viper

▪︎this man wakes up at 6:40 and he dresses in 10 miunets to wake up kamil

▪︎ he wakes you up by opening the curtains and letting the heat of scarbia dorm envioment wake you

▪︎ my god its nice and cold at night but in morning no; perfume,deodorant, spray on works to hide you're sweat smell (even a few miunets after showers)

▪︎sp when you leave scarabia dorms you spray all the deodorant amd perfume you can

Leona;

~he may be still asleep and even if you're awake he's not moving.

~ you need more the 4 people! To get this dead-weight off of you

~ you're always waking him up.

~ but! When he does wake you up he just pounces of you crushing you're ribcage in the process

~no mercy

Azul

~ alright azul is a 7AM person

~ but somehow you always sleep in and bleh

~ when azul wakes you he's reading a book about sea life or stacking coins on youre head with Floyd and jade laughing in the background

~ you had a few red circular mark on your face the first time he woek you up

(I can't do another's:p )

[missamyrisa2]

miss amy !! can you give a dorky sapphic mtf girlie a few tiggles on her tums? shes feeling a bit needy,,.

Awww of course ~ I know alll about being needy after all. When you're so adorably helplessly wanty for that attention huh? Well come here my lookie cookie. Yes, that's what you are because oooh we're gonna loook at that adorable belly and how it makes you blushy blush when I tickle tickle it. Mmmh let's start with the rubbins, shall we? My thumb thumb rubbing right here? On your side? Are you ticklish here? How about a little further in hmmm? A little closer to that navel? Yes of course, your cute button. I see it twitching mmhm. Tell me all about it my cookie, tell me how you love your tickles. You really love getting kisses on your tum tum don't you. Yeah all that kissies. Especially on that lovely lovely bellybutton. Oh it's sooo darling and cute oh yes it is and you squeak so sweetly when I tickle it so I gotta tickle.

Ohhh lookie lookie loo at this my cookie. Look at how ticklish you are under your bellybutton. Is that a little trail of tickles my pretty pretty giggler? Mh. Tickle mama will kiss it yes uh huh. Tickle mama always makes it better. Kissy kissy down your giggly trail my buttercup. And ooh oh ohhh did someone say they have ticklish sides? Yes I think that was you. And I think my sparkly sweet blushy brush is gonna keep this trail company while I get me some sides. Yes gonna nibble some cookie sides oh yes we are. Mmhhh mmmhhh~ Right there and right there too! Oooh that's a good one. Now that's a hall of famer right there, you see where my lip prints are? Mmhm? No right here, let me trace it with my nail. Just lightly along where this lip pressed and then this lip. And hey stop squirming cookie girl, I have ever so many more things to show you!

Nope you get right back here. You can't escape this precious girly. You're getting all the attention now. Yes be squeaky squirmy and I'll snuggle your hips and kiss your tum all the way through. I knowww you love this~! You wanna get all the attention and sweetness all over I know I know. Just endless tiggle tickle tickles as you bounce and giggle yourself silly. Oh look loook loookie at how you bounce and squeal when I tickle tickle tickle those hottyy spots to the sides of your navel ~ let's do that again. Mmmhmm and again. And againnnn. Oooh I could never get tired of that. So stinkin cuuuuuuutee!!

Aww are you getting a little tickle up? A bit hotwired? Don't worry babydoll, ticklemama's gotcha. Ticklemama's gonna getcha. Ticklemama's gonna gitchgitchgooo youuu! Mmhmm just snuggles from behind and you can squirm and writhe on me allll you like while my fingers play with your belly and make it alll tickled pink ~ all the tickles all the sweeet loving attention for my adorable cookie girl ~ you just crumble allll you want ~<3

[yallmakemyassitch]

An Eldritch's Endearment (a transcript)

Summary: Kevin has one of the biggest lee moods ever and would practically let anybody tickle him. Luckily, a certain monster has come to his apartment to fulfill his darkest desires

Word count: 6013

Characters: 33636

Tobi talks: Yeah, I did a self insert this time! While the og comic inspired this fic, please note the fic and art are completely separate scenarios. Either way, sorry for this being a little late, was busy with school and shit but glad I could get this out. Enjoy! (also tiggles are kinda intense so look out for that :P)

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Kevin has been uncharacteristically happy recently, despite his reputation as the typical grumpy cashier. The happiest he’s been would be on his days off, but today wasn’t one of those days. When his boss would brush past him to get by, he’d practically leap several feet into the air. Along with that, he struggled to keep that stupid grin and his heavy blush at bay when sinking into one of his tickle fantasies. His own manager pointed out his odd tendencies but he always had an excuse for it.

Such a stupid thing to feel but the candyman craved it deeply. Kevin, after locking up the store and making his way down his usual route down the dingy, creepy road, quietly giggled to himself. His thoughts ran wild at the idea of someone just picking him up and going to town on him until he was a cackling, flustered mess. He would prod himself gently just to get the thrill of a devious ler poking him, making him flinch. He even laughed openly in the crisp air. Halloween was nearing its arrival and although he dreaded the inevitable rude customers and two certain annoying boys, that didn’t ruin his mood.

These cycled his mind in an endless loop of anticipation and disappointment. How he wished for someone to just appear before him and give him what he desired, mercilessly tickle him until he was reduced to nothing but a puddle of giggles. The wind blew, sliding crisp air down his exposed neck. If it weren’t for his heightened sensitivity, he wouldn’t have even batted an eye to it.

But he couldn’t help but grasp it and silently chuckled.

It tickled, just a little.

But an even stronger breeze came and he froze as he heard what he thought was his name. It was hushed and quiet, but whoever or whatever it was called his name. He brushed it off and walked up the steps to his apartment complex. Twisting his key in the door and opening it, he slammed the door behind him and slid his back against the door. The butterflies were still going.

He was smiling yet it hurt that this mood of his would dissipate yet again into an eventless night and he would be back to his normal self. The ravenette reached into his pocket and smiled to himself. Looking through his secret account’s dashboard, he saw that his favorite author had written another fanfiction and posted it only a few minutes ago. While nothing could truly satisfy his desire, reading his favorite characters in their own silly predicament always brought a smile to Kevin’s face.

With the gleam of his phone on his face, he wasn’t focusing on his environment. But when he briefly glanced up, he froze.

In the darkness stood a figure.

His heart began to throttle.

Whatever it was, he noticed them, and they spoke up.

“Hello, Kevin.”

His eyes were as wide as saucers, there was someone in his apartment. It took his eyes a while to adjust but when it did, he could see the insanely tall figure of a woman. A golden eye slowly appeared where her head would supposedly be. It was slick and catty-like, scrutinizing the candyman as he sat there, perplexed. Kevin’s arm reached up behind him to scale the wall, touching the area before landing on the light switch and flicking it on.

The woman wore an oversized hat that covered most of her facial features, donning diamond earrings that reflected in the light. Clearly, the “guest” in his home had a taste for fashion, especially when it came to shades of lavender and black, the primary colors of the fabric she wore. She outstretched her arms to her sides, almost welcoming him in a sense.

“Now that’s no way to greet a lady, hm love~?” She had a beautiful British accent, making Kevin’s heart race. He encountered plenty of things in the past but she felt… different.

He would certainly feel afraid if weren’t for her lax nature, she didn’t feel like a threat.

“W-who are you?” Kevin weakly said, pressing up against the door.

The lady chuckled, nice and smooth against his ears as she seemed genuinely amused. It was honestly kind of cute.

“Why don’t we sit down and I’ll properly introduce myself there.” The woman purred before turning around towards the direction of his living room. He heard her boots click as she walked in and the creak his sofa endured as her weight placed pressure on the cushions. The lamp turned on, meaning that whoever it was right around the corner is someone he could completely see now.

Kevin stood up, shaken by all that’s happened but felt compelled to follow her. He entered the living room and there he saw the woman, cross legged on his sofa, holding a glass of what appeared to be wine. Her features were fully visible now, her big hat was dramatic, topped with flowers, feathers, and a ribbon at the back of her hat. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned and wore a long, frilly skirt.

“Come now, love. We have much to discuss.” He was broken out of his trance when she spoke up. She stared at him with her thoughtful eye and patted the space next to him.

“Um, okay,” Kevin said, sitting directly opposite to her on his sofa.

Time seemed to freeze as the tall woman next to him continued to take sips of her wine, pausing in between before continuing to sip. The noirette just stared off, thinking about what was gonna do.

Was she harmless? She hadn’t hurt him and even if she wanted to, he was sure she would do so already. It wasn’t until the woman offered her cup to Kevin, not looking at him as she did so.

“Sorry, I don’t drink.” The woman seemed to have to process this as her arm didn’t move when he rejected her request.

“I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Mulberry.” An odd name to say the least but Kevin didn’t comment on it.

She placed the nearly empty wine glass on his coffee table and turned to him, her golden eye watching him as she folded her hands together.

“I’ve come to learn something very special about you, Kevin. And I think you know what~”

Kevin was now starting to get a little weirded out, this lady knew about him? He turned to her as well, locking eyes with her. “And what’s that?”

Mrs. Mulberry in an instant had a toothy, golden glowing smile manifest. She chuckled menacingly, a chill going down the candyman’s smile in tandem. “It would be better to show than tell.”

Her gaze got more intense, the single eye widening before relaxing. Kevin’s breath was caught in his throat, his heart racing. But nothing happened. He held his breath for a few more moments before releasing it, half-panicked. It’s either that Mrs. Mulberry was messing with him or she had just done something he hadn’t noticed yet.

“I wouldn’t lower my guard so quickly if I were you, sweetheart.”

This lady had gotten comfortable with him awfully quick, so much so she’s been pulling out more pet names. Kevin was visibly flustered and looked away. But was even more shocked that Mrs. Mulberry had stood up, revealing her true height as the lamp light shined up at her.

Kevin was going to make a run for it. He tried to clench his fist, but nothing happened. He froze for a second then his blood turned to ice, he couldn’t move!

He screamed at his nerves to move something, a leg, a finger, but nothing was working.

“W-what did you do to me?!” Kevin said, panicked. Mrs. Mulberry just smirked at him, “Just a little something that would make my job easier, darling.” she said it in a sweet voice but her behavior suggested otherwise

His breath became ragged as her gloved, slender fingers approached him, wiggling at him sinisterly.

“No, please…” He squeezed his eyes shut. Mrs. Mulberry had begun to zip down his jacket and slid her hand inside where she had full access to his torso. He was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for whatever pain would be bestowed on him.

Kevin was confused when her touch remained gentle, her fingers just softly grazing and squeezing the surface as if she were looking for something…

He choked when she lightly poked his ribs, up and down she went, sounds building up in his throat as they began to be more and more unbearable.

A squeak escaped Kevin’s lips when he felt something wiggle against his ribs. Kevin was beginning to get an idea of what she was doing and all his fear seemed to disappear except for one part.

He looked up and saw her, she was staring at him smugly, daring to let out any of those sounds. The candyman did all that he could to look away.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Mrs. Mulberry began to quietly tease the poor boy, noticing how close he was cracking. Kevin was already beginning to go a little insane, snickering as her hands explored his midsection, tracing random shapes over his stomach.

She slipped her hands underneath his uniform shirt, feeling the pale skin shudder as the cold hands teased the surface of his flesh, “Oh, how soft~” she pinched his tummy with endearment.

He was already smiling like a fool at this point, his face was starting to burn. But that barrier quickly broke out as laughter poured from when his lips Mrs. Mulberry began to knead to the pudge of his stomach.

“W-waHaHait! MihiHihis!” Kevin’s laughter was muddled with small hiccups as she relentlessly scribbled and skittered along his tummy. His chest shook with breathy cackles, although he remained paralyzed. His laughter doubled when she pushed her hand against his chest to keep him from falling over, exposing more of his tummy. The British woman without hesitation, began to claw at his gut, just enough to drive the candyman to hysteria. He wanted to throw his head back and scream to the heavens, to grab her wrists and beg for mercy but couldn’t even do that much with how loud he was howling.

“My my, what a ticklish little lad you are~” Mrs. Mulberry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his belly button before releasing him from her force, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso.

Kevin panted, still giggling he looked up at her. “W-what was that for?”

Mrs. Mulberry stared at him, turning her head curiously. “Why, that’s because you wanted to be tickled, correct?” He stopped for a second, his eyes shimmering with realization and now nervousness.

Kevin had been in his mood for a while now and couldn’t help but want exactly what she said. He smiled awkwardly, giving her a signal he knew now.

“That’s right. You’ve been in quite the lee mood haven’t you, just begging for someone to come along and take you into their arms. Well, your wish has been fulfilled.”

Kevin huffed, “That’s it?” This was exactly like the stories he’s read. He was loving it.

Now Mrs. Mulberry was smiling. “Of course not, dear. I can tell you’re not satisfied with your initial treatment. I would have come earlier but I had some…business to attend to, such a shame you had to bask in such an insufferable mood, isn’t it?”

The candyman stared up at the now-standing woman. The Brit sat back down next to him.

“Where shall I target next, love?” Kevin exploded into red and immediately looked away, “I-I don’t know.” he said quickly.

His face was cupped and turned to meet her gaze, now mischievous at his lie. “Don’t lie to me, Kevin. You either choose yourself or I’ll choose for you~” Mrs. Mulberry would sound serious if it weren’t for the playful tinge to her voice.

Kevin’s silly smile was squished by her hand as her forehead was pressed against his.

“I swheheear, I dohohon’t know!” Kevin giggled, gripping her arm for mercy.

Her patience had quickly run out, and her gaze darkened.

“That was your final chance.”

The irony hung in the air as Kevin shifted away his body, wanting so badly to laugh but so nervous about where she would strike first.

Mrs. Mulberry noticed this gesture and looked at him, “That’s adorable honey. Unfortunately, it was a poor choice to make it so obvious.” she lunged at him and grabbed his legs to pull onto her lap.

“Now this must be a sweet spot~”

Kevin literally squealed and was pushed onto his back.

“W-wahait please not my feeheeheet!” Kevin cried, going mad with giggles as he curled his toes in anticipation.

“What? These adorable little things?” Mrs. Mulberry began to undo the laces to his shoes, panicking as she did so. No matter how much he pulled his legs and squirmed side to side, his ankles didn’t move from the plush spot placed on her thighs, the invisible force had returned. He couldn’t help but groan yet laugh in dread.

“P-plehehease Mihihihis, behehe gehehentle…” Kevin now covered his eyes with his arm, but that didn’t stop his infamous red blush from creeping up his face. He could now feel the shoes slowly slipping off and falling to the floor. As his anticipation grew, so did his giggling.

Just a few hours ago, he wanted this to happen, so why was he so nervous? Kevin didn’t have any time to answer his own question as he felt fingers scratch against his socked soles.

A flurry of giggles slipped through the noirette’s lips. “Mwehehehehehe, gahahahahad ihihit’s so bahahad!” The noirette uncovered his eyes to look at their tormentor.

Mrs. Mulberry was skittering her fingertips all across his feet, not minding how they jerked and curled, which could be easily dealt with, but for now, she would take her time. “Your laughter is incredibly charming, Kevin~”

He begged to differ, he would die of embarrassment if anybody knew he was giggling like this.

“Nohoho ihihit’s nahHAhahHa~” His laughter spiked, now hitting all sorts of notes. Mrs. Mulberry was dragging her fingers slowly across his arches, a sweet spot for him as he started to snort.

He tried to hold back but the noises kept coming through. Now a snorting, chortling mess, he wrapped his arms around his torso and just laughed, no longer holding back, and what came out shortly after left his stomach swarming with butterflies.

“W-waHahait nahAHAHAT tHaHat!” Kevin snorted, his hair disheveled and cheeks burning red. When he felt his socks being slipped off and exposing what he’d long been hiding, his eyes widened.

“Dohohon’t look-!” But it was already too late. Mrs. Mulberry saw what was underneath and gasped lightly in shock. Her sweet little lee had paws for feet, small pink nails, smooth pads that looked soft to the touch, and silky white fur that covered up to his ankles.

She looked at him fondly, “Oh Kevin, how could you hide such a thing from me?” she poked his heart-shaped pad with her finger, making him flinch. “I’m going to have so much fun with these.”

Kevin screeched internally in terror, the thought of her working his paws made him cover his face in shame. He felt humiliated.

Until a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face, exposing his embarrassed expression to the Brit. “Kevin, truly, this is nothing to be ashamed of.”

He looked away from her, how could he not, it’s such a weird thing about him he wished he didn’t have. He felt her fingers touch again, but not in the way he expected.

It was affectionate and gentle. Mrs. Mulberry was tracing the heart-shaped pad with her finger, not tickling in the slightest.

“Instead, it’s very cute. You clearly take care of yourself.”

“What do you mean?” He huffed.

“The fur is as soft as clouds and these little paws are an adorable pink color. Almost as adorable as that little blush on your face right now. ”

Kevin’s “little” blush had since spread to his ears, vibrating and pulsing as Mrs. Mulberry continued to compliment and praise him.

“How can you be ashamed, dear? This is an endearing trait.” Mrs. Mulberry, even with her jarring teeth, gave Kevin a genuine smile. “They are lovable and cute, you will someday meet someone who thinks the same way as I do~”

The candyman looked up at her and gave her that same genuine smile. It was gentle, yet so cute, the woman nearly wanted to smother him with kisses right there. “Thank you, Mrs. Mulberry.”

Instead, she only gave him one kiss, smack dab on the center of his forehead. As soon as that ended, there was a shift in her expression. She was still smiling but it was no longer sugar-coated in comfort. “Oh but of course, I can’t ignore such self-destructive behavior, hm?”

Kevin frowned. “W-what… you’re not going to…”

“That I am.”

Mrs. Mulberry lifted her hat off from her head and swiftly picked the fluffiest, biggest feather out of the bunch. It was white and looked soft to the touch. Kevin swallowed a ball of saliva when he realized what she was about to do. She placed her hat back onto her head, grinning at Kevin who at this point had all the color drained from his face.

“I cannot let this incident go unpunished, isn’t that right, Kevin?” She waggled the fluffy feather teasingly in the air.

Kevin reached to try and grab her arm but her strength was just too much for him as she easily moved him away onto his back. He could only watch in terror as the feather was brought closer and closer to his bare paws. Mrs. Mulberry stopped and took one single swipe from the bottoms of his feet to his toes. The ravenette tried to fight it back but broke as quickly as it came at the wrath of the Brit’s feather.

Slowly, she stroked it up and down the sensitive fur and the especially ticklish paw pads. But that wasn’t all as she used her free hand to wiggle onto his other foot. Kevin threw his head back over the armrest and his chest shook with silent laughter before practically screaming. He shook his head and begged but was left politely rejected by the Brit.

“What? Does my feather tickle your fancy, Kevin? Uhuhuhu~” The fact that she laughed at her own pun of all things made Kevin die a little on the inside. Not that it showed as he was too busy laughing his ass off.

“STAHAHAP!” He gripped his arms to cope with the overly ticklish feeling.

“And why should I? Your cackles are as sweet as candy, something I’m sure you know a lot about.”

Kevin reddened at her tease, he was starting to get desperate, “Ah-AHahHAhahHA! H-HEHEHLP! SoHOhoMEOne hEheHELP!” Who was he even calling for?

“No one can hear you, my love. Only me~” He didn’t respond, happy tears were streaming down his face and his laughter turned uncontrollable and wheezy.

“It must feel unbearable, doesn’t it?” She gave him one good tickle, threading the feather between his toes, making him shriek for the final minute until he was silent. The British woman let him go but was surprised to see he hadn’t moved from his spot.

Kevin’s breath was ragged and laced with small hiccups and giggles. He was staring up at the ceiling, raw euphoria circulating throughout his body. His vision was dotted and blurry with tears and could hardly think straight, but one thing that was coherent in his mind was that he loved every second of it, even if it left him screaming. Mrs. Mulberry placed the feather back into her hat and came to his side to cup the sides of the candyman’s face. She thumbed away the last of his mirthful tears, softly giggling to herself that she had reduced the man into such putty.

“Kevin, darling…” That same accent rolled up his name in a velvety bouquet.

The woman pulled the boy below her to her side and began to press a barrage of kisses and pecks all over his face and the sides of his neck. She had no physical lips yet Kevin could feel a soft pair treating him lovingly for his triumph.

“H-hehehey! Stop thahat!” No matter how much he tried to push her away, she would grab his arm and plant kisses on the palm of his hand before traveling down his wrist all the way to his shoulder.

“Wahahit! Tihihickles!” Kevin sputtered out as the woman pressed a succession of feather-light kisses in the palm of his hands, growling as she nibbled the thin skin. Her affection was undying and Kevin just giggled, lightly kicking his legs as the Brit held him close and peppered him with her devious motherhood.

Mrs. Mulberry now sat snug in the crook of his neck, pressing loud, dramatic kisses up and down. It felt unbearably ticklish and Kevin just snorted and chortled, laughing openly at the sensations.

“You’re sohohoho dramhahatic! Ihihit’s teheheherible!” He wheezed as the Brit pulled on the collar of his shirt to access his collarbone and was gently nibbling on it. Her teeth were sharp but it was soft enough to just have the ravenette wheezing.

“Darling, this is nothing close to what I can really do to you~”

“Yehehes it ihihis!”

“Uhuhu, you just keep talking, my love~” She didn’t hold back, now practically chomping all over his neck and shoulders, he just let it happen. Kevin snorted and squealed each time she moved, holding onto her sides for support as she was basically on top of him now but still had her bottom on the sofa.

He opened her eyes, still belting out those sugary sweet giggles she loved to hear, and looked down toward his hands. He was holding onto her for dear life as she began to blow raspberries on his neck, making him throw his head back to laugh even harder than he was.

The candyman let his intrusive thoughts win and began to wildly scribble his fingertips up and down his sides.

“Hohohow doho you lihihike that, huhuhuh?” Kevin taunted, loving how she froze at his surprise attack.

He scribbled up towards her ribs and traced his fingertips between the bones, feeling the woman on top of him begin to shudder.

“Kevin.”

Her beautiful voice was beginning to sputter out heavenly chuckles, making Kevin blush at such a lovely tone entering his ears. “K-kehehevin…”

She laughed into the crook of her neck, her chest shaking with bubbly laughter as his fingers traveled to her back and carefully skittered on the arch and shoulder blades. Her laughter doubled, sounding nearly breathless as she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“Kehehevin, please! H-have mehehercy!” Mrs. Mulberry cried.

Kevin never felt so accomplished making someone so merciless beg for respite.

Either way, she had just tortured him, it was only fair to punish her a little.

“Never!” he announced, skittering his hands down towards the small of her lower back and pinching it between his fingers like a set of the most diabolical nipping teeth. She wheezed and collapsed on top of him in a fit of mirth, covering her mouth as she now laughed uncontrollably.

“Ahahahahahahaha!” He was sure she was an angel, the air was filled with saccharine laughter as he made his way up the dip of her spine, tracing it up and down lightly.

“Coochie coochie coo~” The candyman cooed in her ear, smiling as her laughter seemed to harden and her grip tightened on his shoulders. Kevin was unsure where to go next, he never tickled people that much anyway. It didn’t take long as he saw an opening clear as day, her underarms.

The missus's arms were wrapped around his neck, still chuckling up a storm beneath his touch so he sneakily crept up to it. Suddenly, Kevin dug his fingers into the hollows and began to scratch at it deviously, stunned when she threw her head back to release a shrill cry, revealing her toothy, yet somewhat flustered expression for a moment before burying in his chest again.

“Nohohot thehehere!” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that plea, it made him dangerously excited.

“Why not, you aren’t even moving?!” He was right in his hypothesis however, the woman had given him ample access to her body and didn’t even put his arms down as he attacked her presumably worse spot. She still squirmed and seemed embarrassed that he had noticed this and just continued to laugh her heart out.

He kept her there, digging into his ribs, squeezing her love handles, and overall, being merciless until her laughter had turned breathless. Kevin figured she’d learn her lesson and removed his hands from her torso, reeling how she lightly panted at his torment.

“Haha…h-how was that?” The candyman exclaimed, smiling smugly.

“T-that was…” Mrs. Mulberry sounded tired, her breathing slowing down before eventually evening out. “That was fun.”

“Well then, that’s nice to hear.” He gave her a pat on the back, signaling her to move off of him.

A few seconds ticked by, the two of them unmoving.

“So uh, you gonna get off of me?” he asked.

She was quiet at first and then leaned into his ear, “And why should I do that?” she snarled. Kevin could feel the vibrations of her voice and his heart sank. He truly thought that would be the end of it.

He felt her smile against his skin, “You’re quite the tease when you tickle, hm? You had me quite flustered for a moment,” she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “But not quite enough to incapacitate me~”

Kevin felt hands latch onto the sides of his ribcage and squeeze. He had no time to react as she already began to rake her way. Kevin tried to sit up but was still against the couch, pinned down by Mrs. Mulberry. He had nowhere else to go other than wrap his legs around her torso and squeal.

“AhahAHahAha! NahahHAT AGahaHAIN!” Kevin laughed, arching his back and trying to twist away as she began to nibble on his neck and tickle his midsection.

“Oh yes again~” she mimicked, giggling as the candyman squawked under her, hardly struggling to even avoid the tickling. So why not use that to her advantage?

The Brit snuggled deep into the warmth of his neck, snickering oh so slightly when she felt Kevin shiver in panic.

“You love this, you love it when I tickle you to pieces, don’t you? Uhuhu, I love tickling you too. I don’t ever want to stop and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind that either, hm?” she knew how much her voice had an effect on him and this was no different; Kevin was grinning wolfishly.

“Noho I dohon’t like it!” Kevin sputtered out, now finally able to grip her wrists. He panted, looking at her to witness the reaction. At first, it was silence, then a gentle chuckle that was barely audible.

Kevin began to panic as his way of restraining her quickly backfired. Mrs. Mulberry grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him back, further until his arms were pinned onto the back of the couch.

“Lying to me was your worst mistake, love~”

He was expecting her to lift her hand and be pinned but was surprised to see that she kept him there, nearly straddling him with how close she was. She wiggled her hand above him, hovering over many spots to seemingly choose from.Kevin panicked, began to kick his legs, and stammer out half-genuine requests of mercy.

“Ihihi didn’t mehean ihihit!” he cried, twisting his body but his wrists were firmly planted against the couch. Mrs. Mulberry only smirked, continuing to get more sinister when she approached and pulled back just to see the candyman’s cute yet panicked expression. With just one hand, she could reduce the man to rubble. And he knew it.

It didn’t take long for her to launch a surprise attack by pretending to attack his ribs but quickly going down to his stomach and shoving her hand under to squeeze at the adorable tummy pudge.

“Coochie coochie coo~ Who’s my ticklish little candyman?”

He arched his back, which proved fatal as that only gave her room to use her entire hand to attach to the lower gut and knead. Kevin belted out hard, boisterous laughter, his chest shaking with wheezes and small giggles in between his few seconds of respite before falling right back into it.

“NoHOhOHO aNhAhayWHERe buHUT tHehERE!” Kevin shrieked, no matter where he squirmed, it only gave her more area to follow.

She smacked her lips together, “Oh poor, Kevin~ Do you want me to tickle you more?” he hated how she'd coo to him like that. But he adored it all at the same time, he felt safe to let out all that goofy laughter spill from his lips, and before he knew it, he had nodded his head.

“Yes? Well, that’s good, my sweet, but where? Here? Or right here?” Mrs. Mulberry traveled to his navel and swirled along his walls, going from slow to fast. She traced the small of his flesh right above his pants, getting him to shudder and chortle to even shoving her hand further into his shirt to claw right below his ribcage.

Either way, Kevin was in stitches, crying all over again as the woman showed no sign of stopping her tickly torment. But what really sealed the deal was when she pulled his shirt up to expose his torso and grabbed onto the sides of his stomach.

This released his wrists from her grasp but was nervous when he tried to move them from their spot and whatever she summoned to keep him there was back, leaving his entire midsection exposed.

He couldn’t take it, being all exposed like this made him hide in the crook of his arm. She softly blew on his stomach, reveling how he squirmed and arched his back.

“Plehehease nohohoho!” He cried, squealing as she continued to tease his bare skin. She squeezed his sides to keep him still and leaned her head down. The candyman quite literally couldn’t take it, especially the ticklish buzz from the kisses she began to pepper, all from his navel to the bottom of his rib cage left him roaring.

“GAAAAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

“*kiss* My my, Kevin, *chu* this tummy of yours *smack* is quite nervy, hm? *mwah*” She was especially bad with her kisses, being oh so gentle with the sensitive skin.

“St-STaHAHAHAP TAHAHLKING!” Her lips were pressed against his belly and her arms were wrapped around his back, giving her full access to speak her honey-coated voice into the sensitive flesh.

Despite the agony he was in, his nonstop thrashing and his pleas were nonexistent with how much he was laughing masking that. His heart sank as she felt her hands grapple his sides, pinning his torso. The candyman knew what this meant and with the last of his strength, shrieked, “Please don’t!” and was relieved to see the lady freeze in her tracks.

“Don’t what?”

“Tihihickle mehehe…” he giggled.

Mrs. Mulberry grinned nice and wide, “Why, that was my plan all along! How did you know, you cheeky sweetie!” she affectionately nuzzled her face into his stomach.

What she said didn’t exactly register until it was too late.

“Thahat’s not whahat I meHEHEEEEEEEEANT!” The scream that ripped from Kevin’s throat was girlish and high-pitched.

The Brit let loose the largest raspberry he had ever received right below his belly button, a sweet spot for the poor candy kid. For the next few moments, Kevin lost his mind in a whirlpool of unfiltered mirth as raspberries were blown all along his stomach. At this point, he couldn’t think straight, all he could think about was how much it tickled. His ridiculous sensitivity didn’t go unnoticed, hearing the small taunts and teases from his tormentor, both complementing and torturing him simultaneously.

But alas, he was reaching his limit yet again, dried tear stains could hardly describe his condition, his eyes continued to waterfall tears over and over again, his hair beyond a mess and a shade of red so deep it looked purple.

“Now I’ll ask one more time, who’s my ticklish little candyman?” she cooed, slowing down her tickles with only light wiggles against his sides. When he took a little too long to answer, she’d knead his stomach until he was mush again.

“IHIHI AHAHAM!” Over and over she did this until Kevin bellowed at last, feeling relieved as her hands left his body and pulled down his shirt.

“That’s right~” Her kind tone had returned and she massaged away the sensations.

Kevin was exhausted, sweat sticking to his skin. She rubbed comforting circles around the sides of his stomach before taking her time to button his work shirt up again.

After a few minutes of comforting rubs, Mrs. Mulberry pulled Kevin in her arms and began to cradle him like a toddler. It was unexpected but he wasn’t complaining, it felt amazing.

She put her English accent to good use, now using it to hum a beautiful melody as she rocked him, it had the noirette slack in her arms already. In the midst of her song, she would stop to momentarily kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, no longer filled with the desire to torment but the need to tranquilize.

He nuzzled his face into her chest, inhaling deeply to fully relax. Kevin blushed, she smelled so nice and he couldn’t help but nuzzle a little deeper. His nostrils were filled with vanilla and rose, the scent only a mother would have. She was petting his soft hair with one hand while holding him with dear affection in her arm.

“H-hey…ma’am?”

“Yes, darling?”

Before he could fall asleep, he slurred out his final words.

“Thank you.”

He passed out, falling limp and in his own sense of tranquility.

Mrs. Mulberry admired his features, threading her fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp.

“You are the most precious, Kevin…”

She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear and everything went black.

…

Kevin woke up the next day to the sun hitting him in the face, the gold brightening the room despite the blindes. He went to stand up from the couch, questioning how he’d gotten here when he clearly remembered heading straight to bed.

The direct contact with his feet to the floor startled the ravenette, he usually had socks on to cover up his-

Looking down to see his paws fully exposed made him remember a wave of memories and it didn’t take long for him to get flustered. He looked around, realizing that his guest had long since departed. He couldn’t help but feel lonely without her, her embrace was so warm. But something shiny had caught the corner of his eye and looked over to see the elegant wine glass she held the night before was sitting there, untouched and gleaming in the sunshine.

Next to it had a bottle of wine, a brand he’d never heard of but it looked expensive. The bottle had a yellow sticky note stuck to it. Kevin peeled it off and read what was on it, before groaning in embarrassment yet grinning.

“Ticklish little candyman”

Mrs. Mulberry

He didn’t mind the new nickname.

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Fin~

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Tickle HCs for the T[BH]K crew (sfw!!!!!):

Aoi, Nene, Sakura, Kou, Akane, Teru, Sumire

Manga spoilers ahead 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Aoi

Not many people tickle her, but to those brave enough to try she’ll give a little lady-like laugh that’s so enchanting it repels them like a tidal wave of pure goodness

Of course, her real laugh (which probably only Nene, Akane, and maybe Teru know about) is much more snorty and pitchy and desperate <3 also a little nasally, or sounds like she’s talking with a stuffy nose and it’s adorable in a goofy way

She will also name-call the flip out of anyone who tks her (not that she hates it that’s just how she is)

Will probably not tickle people very often, but thinks it’s fun to watch people squirm and scream for mercy, so calm but completely evil

Her fav lee is Nene bc she thinks her reactions are funny (used to be Akane but It’s Complicated)

Nene

Turns into a completely evil gremlin when given the opportunity to tk someone. She may be a sweet-looking girl but she is merciless and surprisingly mighty (let Nene be a punk and beat people up agenda!!!)

Squeals and kicks and turns completely red when tk-ed or tk is mentioned; embarrassingly enough, her ankles are most ticklish

Poor thing will make up excuses not to tickle her like “My laugh is too loud!” and “My face isn’t cute!” and people will want to tickle her more to prove her wrong (please let my girl be happy)

People see her and just want to tickle her. And they will. She can’t escape. It’s the main character effect

Sakura (MY PRETTIEST GIRL EVER!!!!!)

Definitely not much of a ler, but when she is she approaches it with such scientific intensity that it’s actually scary

She’s very sweet and very gentle, honestly, but it’s entirely offset by how terrifying and mysterious she is

Ticklish but exceptional at hiding her reactions from dealing with Tsukasa. If you remind her that she can laugh, you may be able to get a few giggles out of her, unless you’re Natsuhiko

Sensitive in very unusual places, so nobody knows about it

Kou

He’s super bony and all of them are ticklish

Embarrassed because he feels like being tickled weakens his coolness factor (will literally cave instantly if any of his friends ask him to tk him)

Likes to tickle people to cheer them up, always very playful, will also do the tk while acting tough if someone is being bratty (usually Hanako or Mitsuba)

Nene tks him because!!! He's her sweet underclassman!! (more content for them please)

I live for Toilet Trio shenanigans aljfdkaldsfjalfj

Akane

You can drag him kicking and screaming to his tklish grave

No his laughs aren’t even cute he just screeches like a bald eagle when someone approaches with Threatening intent (usually Teru or one of the Clock Keepers)

He’ll be cute for Ao-chan tho <3

Would rather beat people with bats than tk them, but he will tickle out of revenge (usually Teru). Treats it like a war for subjugation, way too hot-headed for the silliness that is tiggle

Teru

Same as Aoi as a lee

Will literally exorcise you if you find out he’s tklish. Even if you’re alive. He needs that to stay buried

Loves tkling his siblings, really just wants them to be happy, but he never gets to bc exorcist duties (poor guy is lonely)

More content of Minamoto siblings please <333333

Also Akane. Will stalk him through the school just to harass him

Sumire (I think I have a crush on her…)

I actually think she’s the biggest ler of this franchise (too bad she only appears for one arc)

She’s literally a sadist /hj She’ll be like “Awwww, look at you struggle~ you try but you know you can’t resist me like this ♡”

Would tk Hakubo all the time even tho he never laughed (his expression would maybe turn slightly more embarrassed and that was enough for her)

Would also try to get him to tk her but he literally did not understand. She would ask straight up and he would think she was just weird (he grants her her wish after, bc he regrets ignoring her when she was alive)

[gladdygirl18]

here's a good TTS

May cover a few days so it may be a little long, so continue undercut

Blue me, Pink GF

So a few days ago, i was over at my girlfriend's place and we were just doing our usual routine: cuddle, make-out, rinse, and repeat. We had ordered some food so we made out until it got there 😅😋💖

We then got into the conversation of who's cuter. When I told her she was cuter than me, she placed her hand under my arm and grinned at me while pinning my other arm down.

"Am I still cute now?" she asked while twitching her fingers.

I was giggling my head off, and plus, I was scared to answer cuz i didn't know what would happen if I said yes or no (I knew 😋💖)

"I'm afraid to answer!"

"Just answer!"

I giggled my head of before saying "yes"

She gave a low chuckle before digging into my armpit, driving me up the wall

"Am i still cute now? Huh, am I still cute now?" she then did a littel evil gremlin laugh

I FUCKING LOVE HER SO MUCH AHHHHH 😆😍🥰💖

After that, it was the next morning and my GF was having trouble getting ut of bed. I grinned before placing the tips of my fingers on her stomach, and I felt her just tense up so quickly.

"You have three seconds to get up."

She was an adorably cute giggly mess. When I finally started tickling her, she was so cute kicking and squirming and giggling WEEEEEEEE 😍🥰😆

And just yesterday my girlfriend and I were in a playful banter about who's cuter AGAIN. I was sitting on top of her, and when I tried to tickle her, she quickly shoved her hands under my arms and just kept them there; no movement or anything.

"Admit it." she twitches her fingers slightly

"Admit whahahat?"

"That you're cuter!" she twitches her fingers again before just tickling me crazy

BRUUUUUHHHHH WHAT HASNT SHE DONE TO ME THAT SHE USES TICKLING AS AN EXCUSE 😆😋💖

So far, she uses tickling against me to: threaten me, make me admit something, tease me, and amongst many other things

And just today, my girlfriend was listening to "Warrior of the Mind" (iykyk) and i just playfully tickled her and she retaliates doing the same AND SINGING "Nice try, but two can play this game~!"

i couldn't help but laugh and flip her off

"I was waiting for you to tickle me to say that~"

NOT HER USING THE SONG TO HER ADVANTAGE WTFFFFF 😆😆💖😋😋

And yeah, that's it. Again, this was over the course of a few days so that's why its a bit long. If my GF continues to provide tiggles, I will try to supply more TTS's before my GF moves. So stay tuned!

tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @cutesmokes @jettorii @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly @ticklace @sunstone-smiles

[sprite-periodt]

What am I doing? Nothing much just imagining laying in a ler's lap while they tiggle my tummy and I cover my face while I blush and giggle. Yeah nothing much.

[sleeping-at-sea]

I meant like

Yancy

What do you mean I’m not Percy Jackson on his way to his 7th period class after eating lunch in the hallway because he got kicked out of yet another school and has no friends in this one?

[giggly-squiggily]

Helloo! I have a headcannon that I would like to present for the event! It’s from the new anime Wind Breaker.

We all know our dear Sakura is very hot-headed, always eager to fight someone. When Sakura was being hot-headed as usual, Suo thought of a way to calm him down. (It was the tiggles)

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

AHHH! :D I love this so MUCH! Suo is the perfect Ler- devious and playful and lovely; and Sakura is the cutest Lee! I had to sneak in some Sugishita aswell- he's like; Bofurin's second most Lee, you know? I hope you like it anon!

CW: Swearing!

Suo found Sakura’s fits rather cute. Everything from his face turning bright red to his bashful stuttering to him always challenging people to a fight- he found it absolutely endearing. So much so he found himself provoking the bi-colored teen whenever he could.

Today though; he decided to go for the opposite.

“What’s your deal? You wanna go?” Sakura was back at it again, fists up and teeth bared as he prepared to fight Sugishita. “I’ll gladly take you on-AH!”

“Now now.” Suo cooed gently from behind, squeezing the back of Sakura’s neck. “You two have been going at it like cats all morning. Let’s take a break- sit down and share an orange.”

“S-Suo, you ba-ahahahstard!” Sakura growled through reluctant giggles, the cracks in his resistance growing as Suo began rubbing small circles into the sensitive skin. “Cuuhuhuht the shihihihiht! I’m wahhahahharning yoohohohu!”

“He’s ticklish?” Sugishita blinked, not at all expecting the development.

“Yes, he is! And if you don’t behave aswell..” Suo reached out his other hand, rapidly prodding the other teen in the armpit. Sugishita yelped and flailed out of his seat, crashing into the safe zone with a few hushed giggles. “Hehe, such a cutie.”

“Gehahahahhaha! Suhuhuhuo, thahahahat’s noohoht fhahahhahahir!” Sakura cackled, falling into Sugishita’s abandoned desk as he swatted at Suo’s hand. “Gehehehet ohhoohohoff mehehehehe! Gehahah-bahahahhshstahard!”

“Hm? What was that?” He teased, visible eye twinking as he brought his other hand in to knead Sakura’s side; making him flail with a loud yelp. “Did you call me something, Sakura? How cruel- I think my heart just broke.”

“SUUHUHUHO!” The duel-haired teen cried, openly laughing with his face pressed into the table, grabbing at Suo’s hands as they both latched onto his lower ribs. “OHOHOHOKAY OHOHOHOKAY YOHOOHOHU WIN!”

“Oh, what do I win?”

“I DOHOHON’T KNOW JUST STHAHAHAP!” Sakura pleaded, cheeks red and eyes misty. Suo decided to have mercy then, releasing him from his tickly clutches as Sakura hung onto the desk for support.

“Gehehehee…hehhee..fuhuhuck..” He groaned, voice hushed with exhaustion. Around him, the room carried on with their own lives, some laughing over Sakura’s reaction while others smiled fondly at the group. “Suhuhuo, you-AH!” Someone poked his side.

“Heh.” Sugishita smirked, clearly amused. That expression dropped when Suo turned that one eyed stare onto him.

“Run.” Was all he said, watching the taller boy sprint. Sakura was chasing after him, to escape as well or to get his own revenge, Suo had no idea. Taking the abandoned seat, he pulled out a tea cup from who knows were, sipping away.

[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 9: Wake up!

Pairing: Lee!Kaveh, Ler!Alhaitham - Romantic

Word count: 588

[notes: I love sleepy tiggles its so cute. I also love kaveh x alhaitham. Ehehehee, sorry this is short btw, I didn;t have many ideas ૮(˶ㅠ︿ㅠ)ა]

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It was currently 7:30 am exactly. This would have been the ideal time for Alhaitham to get up from bed to prepare for his duties at the Akademiya, if not for the sleeping blonde beside him. He slowly opened his eyes, slowly stirring back into consciousness, and taking in his surroundings. Golden rays of light seeped through the thick curtains of his room, a warm blanket was thrown over both of them, and he could feel the arm of his lover thrown over his torso.

Alhaitham tried sitting up from his position but was unfortunately dragged back down onto the bed by said blonde. Alhaitham’s heart fluttered at the sight of his partner sleeping so peacefully without a hint of stress in his facial expression. Oh… it was like Alhaitham was falling in love all over again.

The grey-haired man felt Kaveh stirring in his sleep, the grip of his hug tightening a bit around Alhaitham and it looked like Kaveh didn’t want to move any time soon… 

Suddenly, an idea came to him. The scribe moved around on the bed and brought Kaveh into a tight and comforting hug. His face scrunching up cutely as Kaveh began to wake up from the movement. “Ngggh… Alhaitham, it’s too early…” Kaveh whined, tightening his grip on Alhaitham, for someone with such a lean body, he sure had some strength.

Alhaitham sighed “Kaveh, it’s time for me to wake up”, he gently shook the sleepy Kaveh, resulting in another stubborn whine coming from the blonde. Oh well, at least he had a reason to use his plan now.

The scribe slowly lowered his hands to Kaveh’s sides and gave them an experimental squeeze, causing the architect to yelp and immediately clamp his arms down. The flustered look on his face was absolutely priceless. “Al-alhaitham, don’t you dare…”

A teasing chuckle came from Alhaitham, “Oh, I dare” and immediately, the slender, long fingers worked their way around Kaveh’s torso. The thin pajama shirt doing nothing to protect him from the onslaught of tickles.

Sweet giggles poured out of Kaveh’s mouth and he sleepily tried to escape from Alhaitham’s death (but also very comforting) grip, yet Alhaitham’s grasp on him was unwavering. Alhaitham’s fingers traveled up towards Kaveh’s ribs and scribbled on his ribs at lightning speed, making him squirm around like an adorable fish out of water. “NyahahaAHAh- AhHAhahai-ahahaithahaham, yohohou wihin- YOhohoHU wihiHIN!” a bright smile dawned his face along with a light pink blush.

Alhaitham, however, opted to stay silent, continuing his ticklish assault all while Kaveh was letting out sleepy giggles. How cruel was Alhaitham to absolutely torture Kaveh after not even 5 minutes of waking him up?

However, he decided to take pity on his boyfriend. He changed from faster scribbles on one of his worst spots to lighter and softer tickles on his stomach, making the blonde light-heartedly laugh and squirm around on the bed, softly pawing at Alhaitham’s hand. “Okhahay, I’m uhuhp- ehehe…”

After a few more moments of the light banter between them, Alhaitham stopped giving his boyfriend a moment to catch his breathe and a well-deserved break. “You’re such a dick, ‘Haitham.” Kaveh grumbled under his breath, a soft blush still visible on his cheeks and ears. 

Alhaitham gave Kaveh a playful glare before smirking “You think what I did was bad? I can go waaaay worse” 

“Wa-wait Al-alhaitham I was joking! Waitwaitwait wahahaHAAHIT NOHhohOHo!” It looks like Alhaitham will need to file a report stating why he was late to work later…

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Jigen Tickle Headcanons

Because I'm simping HARD for this cowboy rn

He does not mind tiggles! It's nice in their line of work to laugh and lighten up

Huge switch depending on his mood. He fights Lupin and Fujiko back if they start a tickle fight, but he gets soft when Goemon wants to ler and will let his samurai have his fun. Same when Lupin has had enough and can't take anymore tickles

Buuuuut when the tables turn he wants tears

He doesn't show mercy until he hears a safeword or sees tears. Especially if Fujiko or Lupin are at the receiving end. And the rare occasion Zenigata is? Normally he leaves tickling Pops to Lupin, but he is NOT above torturing their favorite inspector

His worst spots are his ribs, hips, neck in that order. But he's ticklish everywhere.

If someone manages to get his feet, it's another bad spot but a weird one. Not as bad as the above areas. It's rare that he's exposed there so it's the only tickle spot that can overwhelm him and get his stamina to a complete zero. He's banging both fists on the ground, he's in tears, he's cackling like a loon, he is begging for you to "let 'em go! Let 'em GO!" While he is face-down on the ground. Maybe it's because he can't see what is going on behind him. Maybe it's because he can't fight back or move at all. Maybe it's just an especially bad tickle spot. But despite it not tickling as bad as his torso, he can't stand being tickled on his feet.

Starts wheezing if he's been smoking recently, but his stamina is 10/10 so he isn't out of breath. Yet.

His laugh is a mix of loud barking laughs, wheezing, giggling, snorts (especially at the hips), he goes all over the place

He kicks a single leg like a dog when someone is really getting him. Lupin is straddling him, Jigen can't protect his ribs, he starts kicking a leg out while guffawing, it's actually very cute

He's been dealing with Lupin's bullshit for years, so he's a great ler when it comes to keeping up with a giggley squirmy-wormy

He's the one who insists on being tied up when Lupin or Goemon are in more serious ler/teasing moods. Can start as NSFW activities until they touch a spot and he giggles or squirms away, then it's tickle focused

Don't worry he loves it but will never admit it

Might wind up being a turn-on if they tease him right

He takes turns being a lee to his partners, but he is in fact the only one who can be tickled the longest without begging (unless it's his feet. Still can't take it there). Take that as you will.

Gets suuuuuper flustered if his ler(s) start teasing or complimenting him. He can't take kindness very well, so combined with the fact that they want to see his smile and hear his laugh he turns red and starts begging them to stop. Of course, getting him to admit that he deserves compliments turns into a tickle game

[rachi-roo]

AAAAAHFINALLY SOMONE WHO DOES ANGELS OF DEATH

breathes

Anyway could I request a ler issac fic cause god him being a mean a sadistic ler and teaser brain go brrrrrr where he chases a reader, their worse spots being their ribs and hips

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Angels Of Death: Tickly Terror

Uh oooooh! I've been found by a fellow AOD fan 🫣 Greetings, I think I love you! XD Thanks so much for the request and your patience! Zack is such a MONSTER! I luv it 🤩

Summary: Reader is attacked by a certain serial killer who has a soft spot for people in your line of work. He won't kill you now, but he has other plans to make you suffer.

Ler!Issac, Lee!Reader

Tw: Knifes, Swearing, Cruel tiggles

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Well, this was not what you had in mind for a nice Friday out on the town.

Running for your life, that is.

It all happened so fast. You knew taking that shortcut down the backstreets might be a bad idea, but you thought the worst might be some bum asking for a lighter, not a crazed maniac to start chasing after you with a knife.

You glanced over your shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. He was still there. Hot on your heels and gaining. The sound of his boots and insane laughter growing louder and louder. Chills running down the back of your neck.

He's coming! He's right on you!

You feel your stomach drop as you trip, tumbling to the concrete with a thud. You spin your head round, suddenly face to face with your pursuer.

His bandage covered face inches from yours as he smiled an unsettling smile. You can smell blood on his clothes. That coppery scent was dried onto his dirty hoodie.

It felt like an eternity of staring at each other before he finally spoke.

"Not gonna beg for your life?" He asked, standing over your body with a chuckle as he toyed with the knife in his hand, feeling the blade from handle to point. "I'll make this quick if you do." He continued, lowering himself onto your waist and placing a hand over your throat, holding you in place.

Petrified, you just lay there, staring at him. Your chest heaving, heart about to jump from your ribs.

A squeak left your lips as his knife suddenly slashed towards your throat. You clench your eyes shut. Waiting for the impact-!

...Impact?

You anxiously open one eye, looking up at the attacker who now held your ID card from work as it had fallen from your pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the words.

"... Does this say nurse?" He asked, showing you the card.

You gulp, trembling as you speak. "Y-Yes... I'm a c-childrens hospice nurse... I work with orphans."

The attackers face sank as he tossed your ID aside with an aggrivated groan. "Damn it. I can't kill ya' now I know that... Damn, Ray. She made me soft!" He cursed himself as you watched on, wondering who 'Ray' was.

Though, that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact you weren't going to die! A small sigh of relief passing your jittering lips. The feeling didn't last long though.

"However, I'm still going to have to make you scream. I went through the trouble of chasing you down after all. I've earned it." The boy nodded as he leaned closer, softly tracing the dull side of his knife up and down your side.

The feeling of the dull point dragging across your side, through your thin shirt, sent a tingling sensation across your torso. You bit your lip, biting back a smile as your fingers curled up reflexively. What if a smiling pisses him off?!

But, it tickles! So bad! The cold tone of your attacker reminded you of the situation you're in.

"Your tag said y/n... So tell me, y/n, where should I start? Don't worry, I'll keep the injuries hidden. I don't want to worry the kiddies or-... Are you fucking smiling right now?" He asked with a dumbfounded glare.

"N-No! No, I'm not! I'm really not!" You blubbered, your hands shooting up defensively as you fought down a giggle.

"Yes you are! I saw it! You we're so smiling! You think this is funny? You got some kind of pain kink or something? Youd better tell me cus' I aint here for that noise."

"No! No, I-I swear it's not that! Your knife! It- It just- Eek!" You squeal as he traced the length of your stomach with the dull blade again.

The boy smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he finally put all the pieces together.

"Oooh." He chuckled.

"No! No, it's not what you think!"

"Haha, I think it's exactly what I think." He shifted his weight, trapping your arms by your side, beneath his knees. He knacked his knuckles, grinning a fanged grin as he prepared himself for the fun he was going to have with your helpless body.

He held his limber didgets out, flexing them close to your stomach to start with, revelling in the way you squeaked and tried to suck your belly in to avoid the fingers.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." He chuckled before diving into your soft skin, vibrating and clawing at your tummy.

"Gh-! Haha! N-Noho! H-Hehey! Wait! WAIT! PleheEEEHE-!"

You giggle, legs kicking out behind your attacker as he dug into your tummy, chuckling with you.

"Hmm, I think you can beg better than that." He smirked, his hands shifting to ruthlessly claw at your sides. Even rolling up your shirt to attack the bare skin directly.

"WAH! S-Stahap! Please! Pleheheee-! Aha!" You yelp, twisting and turning, doing anything you can to escape.

This just eggs your attacker on. The hood of his hoodie shrouding his expression in a shadow, but you can feel him grinning at you, enjoying your suffering.

"Haha, poor little thing. Look at you, so helpless. And I'm not even hurting you! You're just too ticklish for your own good, huh?" He sneered, pinching up and down your sides, until he inched juuust too far upwards, finding your lowest ribs.

"FUHUCK! Wait!" You yelp, curling in on yourself to the best of your ability in your trapped state.

"Hm? Ooohohooo. Is that your sweet spot?" He jeered, latching onto your ribs with deadly precision, vibrating his fingertips into the sensitive dips and bumps that made up your ribcage.

A scream ripped from your mouth as he tickled you there. It really was the worst! This whole situation was a nightmare!

"NOHO! ShihiIIIIHIT! AHAAA-!... gasp AHA! Noho! NNNAAAHA!" No amount of kicking and squirming was working. This sadistic stranger had you trapped and completely at his mercy. Something he definitely wasn't going to give you.

"Take that! And that! Haha! Bet you're regretting coming out tonight now, hah? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Weak, ticklish little looser, aren't ya?" He teased, cruelly insulting you in a childish manner. Not letting up from your sensitive ribs yet.

"Pleheheee-!... gasp GAHAHAAAD!"

"I ain't no God, call me Zack." He chuckled.

"Zahack! Plehehease! Stop! Stop! Stop! StahAHAHA!" The more you begged, the more he tickled. He was truly an evil being.

Zack grinned, shifting his hands and drilling his thumbs into your hips as he spoke.

"Ooh, look at that expression. So much suffering under such a bright smile. Haha! So silly looking~ Coochie, coochie, coo~"

"NYAAHAHA! ZAAAHACK!" You arch your back, desperately trying to dislodge his vicious thumbs from your protruding hips. "Fuhuck! NnnOHO-!... *gasp* AHAHA!"

Nothing worked! Nothing was going to work! You were completely at his mercy.

Hearing your pleas, he laughed, mocking your attempts to make him stop. "Oooh, Zaaack! Please! Don't tickle me! Oh nooo! Haha! You sound so pathetic! Tickle, tickle, tickle~! How about here? Or here? Nah, back to the ribs!"

He teased and taunted, his hands dancing between various different areas of your torso before latching back onto your ribs.

As the tears pooled in your eyes, and the laughter became breathy and full of hiccups, you wondered if he would ever stop.

"HEHELP! Help-! Ahaha! H-HeheaaaAAAHA! Help mehehe! Please!"

"Calling for help now? Pff, you really are completely helpless, aren't ya?" His cruel smile sent a shiver down your spine, realising just how right he was.

"NOHO! S-ShihihahaAHA-! AH!" A yelp passed your lips as the crook buried his face into your neck, blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you shrill in ticklish delight.

He loved the sounds you were making. So pained, yet so happy! It's weird, even this killer knows that. "Haha, I wonder how long you can take this. An hour? Several hours? A day maybe?! PfffAHAHA! Let's find our, shall weeee? Yyyyy/nnnn~?"

You weren't sure how long this torture had gone on for, but the awful tickling sensations on your hips suddenly stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes, realising that Zack was no longer sitting upon your waist.

He stood, yawning and stretching his arms as if he was the one who was tuckered out. "Aaah... Bored now. You can go." He chuckled, nudging your shoe with his.

".... Oooor you can stay on the floor? If that's what you want?" When he realised just how tired you were, he scoffed, standing over your head and grinning down at you.

"Let's put it this way, if you stay there too long, I might get all worked up and start tickling you again."

"I'M UP! I'm going!" You scramble to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. The thought of another round of tickles made you feel ill. You dashed a few feet out of his range before turning back to see... No-one.

The Tickly Terror was still out there somewhere. He's probably looking his next victim...

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Thank you for reading! 😚❤️