#ray tickles

[smileheart110]

Sunny gets tickled by my three favorite Pokémon!

POKEMON TICKLES

Minccino, Joltik, and Budew

I tried TvT

Im not the best at drawings Pokemon

[huellitaa]

♡ ‧₊˚. living without you is like tv in black and white

[yourlittlettoy]

🚨HI HELLO I finally met @itsticklishme23 (my actual soul sister) for the first time and she’s everything I could have ever dreamed of 😍🥰😘💕🥳

We’re whispering about how stinki we think all of the lers are 😉🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏿‍♀️ nothing dangerous about doing that in the positions we are in I’m sure…. 👀😇

[toweroftickles]

Evil crop-top tummy tickle from Tai Chi Chasers (episode 19). ^^ I never watched this series as a kid, but if I had, this definitely would've formed a core memory.

Also worth mentioning is that the main character (Rai)'s literal first spoken line of dialogue in the show is "That tickles!" Look. (3:18)

[smileheart110]

I love this so freaking much!! I've always wanted a fic where Lunar tickles Solar, and I finally got it! I also love that you used two of Solar's tickle headcanons that everyone loves: he's more ticklish than Sun and Moon and loves being tickled. You did an amazing job! I can't wait to see more of your tickle fics throughout the month of October whether it'd be Sun and Moon Show, FNAF, or Sanders Sides! Please keep up the great work, TrashySwitch!

Day 1: Anticipation

Solar knew Lunar had plans to tickle him...and though he was excited, Solar was anxious to get it started. But Lunar is being an evil little tease!

Day 1 of tickletober!! Here we go! I hope you all enjoy! <3

Solar watched as Sun and Moon cleaned up the coloring supplies. He tried to focus on them in an attempt to ignore the butterflies that fluttered around in his artificial stomach. Solar knew exactly what was coming…he knew it from the moment Lunar made it known to him during the wee hours of the morning. 

The animatronic was patiently waiting for Lunar to come up and wreck him…and to be honest? Solar had been excited for it. The thought of Lunar’s wiggling fingers kept him on the edge of his seat, just ready to sprint. He needed to be ready…

“BOO!” Solar heard behind him! 

Solar gasped and screeched as he felt the small, yet vengeful fingers tracing themselves up his back. “GAH! LUNAR!” Solar turned himself around to face the little rascal head-on. 

“Lunar isn’t here, Solar~” The little gremlin slipped through the taller animatronic’s legs, and pushed on the back of his knee. This naturally made Solar drop to one knee, which provided Lunar the perfect chance to climb onto Solar. “The only Lunar I know…” He sat on Solar’s shoulder, and tickled the rays first. “-Is the tickle monster!” 

Solar squeaked and yelped, wiggling his rays left and right. “Luhuhunar NOHOHO!” He felt himself drop to the ground as he quickly pulled his rays back inside his head. “Nihihice try. Yohohou’ll have to tryhy behehetter than thahahat.” Solar teased. 

“Challenge accepted!” Lunar declared next. In no time flat, Lunar had wiggled his fingers down to the back of his neck. “Good thing there’s a whole neck I can exploit!” Lunar added. 

“GAHAHAhaha! eeEEEHEEEK! COHOME OHOHON! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Solar yelled. 

“Oh? Not here? Not on this little ticklish spot right here?” Lunar asked, poking the right side of his neck. “YEHEHEHEHES!” Solar yelled back. 

“Okay! No neck.” Lunar lowered his hands down towards his back. “Good thing this back is just free for the taking!” Lunar added. 

“WaitwaitWAIT! Why there?!” Lunar asked. 

“Because you can’t reach back here! Duh!” Lunar reacted. 

“How do you know that?!” Solar asked him in a slightly panicked voice. 

“Because Sun told me! Again, duh!” Lunar added. “Now where to tickle…” Lunar started to wiggle his fingers just inches above his back. “Do I go for one specific spot? Or every spot at once?” Lunar asked. 

Solar squeaked and covered his face, anticipating the worst. Lunar was unbelievably good at teasing, and the little rascal knew it. Earth had told the little fiend countless times. This was Lunar’s forte, and Solar is now on the receiving end. 

“Do I go for the top back?” Lunar fluttered a couple fingers against Solar’s ‘shoulder blades’. 

“eeEEEHEEHEEEK!” Solar covered his mouth and wiggled his feet. 

“Nah…Not today.” Lunar responded to himself. “Hmmm…” He placed a finger onto his chin. “Well, the spine right here looks rather tempting~” He playfully walked 2 of his fingers up Solar’s spine. 

“Nononohohoho- Nohohot thahaHAHAHAT!” Solar’s laughter rose about 3 levels when Lunar’s fingers reached the top of his back…and almost like magic, Solar’s laughter lessened back to giggles when Lunar’s fingers walked themselves back down his back. 

“It’s fun, but not quite what I wanted today.” Lunar admitted. 

“Cohome ohohon, Lunar! Juhuhust choohoohoose a spohohot!” Solar nearly pleaded. 

“Goodness! Never did I think you’d be asking me to tickle you!” Lunar reacted. 

“Yohohou’re driving me insahahane!” Solar mumbled. 

“Well, duh! That’s what anticipation is supposed to do!” Lunar reacted. “It’s supposed to make you anticipate the worst!” Lunar poked his lower back, near his sides. “I could go for this area right here…” 

“Luhuhunar!” Solar reacted, giggling. 

Lunar pulled his fingers back. “But I just don’t feel like it!” 

“LUNAR, I SWEHEHEHEAR!” Solar yelled. 

Lunar giggled. “Be careful~ Sun might hear you.” Lunar warned. 

“SHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT!” Solar yelled. 

“Come on, Solar.” He leaned himself over so he could look at Solar from the left side. “You wouldn’t want Dazzle hearing such language, would you?” He asked. 

“JUHUHUST CHOOHOOHOOSE A SPOHOHOT!” Solar shouted. 

“Alright, alright! Fine!” Lunar looked down at his back, and thought for a moment. “Hmmmm…How about- no…” He looked the back up and down, rubbing his chin. “Maybe here- No…” 

“LUHUNAR!” Solar shouted. 

“Oh! I know!” Lunar crawled down Solar’s legs and pulled the boots off his feet.

“Wait- WHAT?!” Solar shouted. 

“Perfect!” Lunar fluttered both sets of fingers all over each foot. “Coochy coochy coo~” He teased. Solar wheezed rather loudly. “NONONONO- NOOOOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA- FAHAHACK!” Solar rolled onto his side, throwing Lunar off his legs for a moment. 

But thanks to Lunar’s spry nature, Lunar got right back up and went straight for his arches. “Tickle tickle tickle~! Such tickly little feetsies~” 

“IsweartogohoHOHOHOHOD! NOHOHOHO- HAHAHAHA! EEEEHEEEK! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Solar shouted. 

“Goodness gracious! Is it just me, or did these feet get more ticklish in the last month?” Lunar asked him rather casually. 

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Solar yelled back, shaking his head. 

“And these are just your arches! Imagine how bad your TOES would be!” Lunar reacted next. 

Solar gasped. Oh NO! “D-DOHON’T!” Solar pulled his feet into his own chest. “Dohohon’t you dahahare.” Solar warned. 

Lunar giggled. “Last I checked, you couldn’t WAIT for me to start tickling you!” He reminded him. 

“That’s cause you wouldn’t stop teasing me!” Solar told him. “The teasing and the finger wiggles you do? It was driving me crazy!” Solar told him. 

Lunar’s serious look slowly grew into a smile as he lifted his index finger up. “...I didn’t hear a ‘no’...” Lunar mentioned. 

Solar widened his eyes slightly. “U-Uh-” Solar stared at Lunar for a few seconds longer than he should’ve. 

“Am I wroooong?” Lunar asked. 

Solar grumbled and crossed his arms. As much as he didn’t want to say it…He did have a point. 

“Now:” Lunar took Solar’s hand. “How about a more…tolerable spot?” Lunar offered. 

Solar widened his eyes and stared at his hand. Oh god…His hand? On one hand, his hand is much less ticklish than his feet…So he’d be able to handle it no problem. But on the other hand…The idea of watching Lunar play with his palm while he reacts? Knowing full well that every little spot he tickles, will make him giggle and squeal like a little girl?! It sounded like heaven AND hell! 

“I…..Uhhhh…” Solar mumbled. 

“Unless you’d rather me back to your feet…” Lunar asked. 

“N-NO!” Solar spoke up immediately. “A-Anything but that! Just…” Solar looked down awkwardly. “The…the hand is good.” He told him. 

Lunar smiled rather excitedly. “Alrighty!” Lunar snapped his fingers and fluttered a single finger on the direct middle of his palm. “We’ll start in the middle.” Lunar declared. 

“Ohohoho nohohoho-!” Solar squeezed one of his eyes shut as he tried to handle the newfound ticklish feeling. He forgot how quickly his body can fill up with giggles. If giggle spots were a thing, his hand would be the perfect example. “Ihihihihi…Hehehehe- Hahaha!” Solar squeaked and jumped as the finger began to move. 

“Uh oh…The finger’s moving! Wherever will it go~?” Lunar asked playfully. 

“Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohohow!” Solar admitted. 

“Will it go towards the thumb?” Lunar asked, fluttering it closer to the bottom of his thumb. “Or will it go over here?” Lunar fluttered the finger closer to his pinky finger. “Pick your tickle spot, oh powerful one~” Lunar teased. 

Lunar covered his face as best he could with one hand. Even though he knew that his cheeks weren’t technically lighting up, the damned teases were still driving him absolutely wild! Does he choose a spot?! What if he doesn’t want to? Will Lunar choose a spot for him!? WHAT IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO?! 

“Looks like I get to choose!” Lunar declared suddenly. “Let’s go riiiiight…” 

…Uh oh…

“HERE!” Lunar placed his fingers against Solar’s fingertips and fluttered as gently as possible. “Coochy coochy coochy coochy coooo~!” Lunar teased. 

Solar threw his head with a wheeze, before snorting and covering his mouth. “GAHAHAHAhahaha!” Solar’s hand managed to muffle his laughter only slightly. 

“What a funny laugh! A silly wheeze with infinite giggles? And a snort too!” Lunar giggled. “Now: How many tickling fingers can you feel right now?” Lunar asked, momentarily fluttering two fingers. 

“Uuhuhuhuhhh…” Solar bit his lip. “Twohohoho?” 

Lunar smiled brightly. “That’s right! We have a winner!” Lunar declared. “But how about now?” He added 2 more fingers to his palm. 

Solar squeezed his eyes shut with a big wheeze. “GAhahahahAHAHA!” 

“How many fingers now, Solar?” Lunar asked. 

“FOHOHOUR! FOHOHOHOUR OF THEHEHEM!” Solar yelled. 

“Good job!” Lunar cheered. “Now: How many fingers now?” 

This little game kept on going for a good 10 minutes. Solar would guess the amount of fingers, and Lunar would adjust to a new number under 5. But even though the game was overly silly, Solar would later admit: it was really fun…And it was certainly worth the anticipation and the endless teasing. 

[sollucets]

brightly colored pda ray healing checkpoint

[pocketgalaxies]

everyone: *setting up battle map and positions*

sam: *weird fart-like noise* AH!

marisha: did you fart?

sam: no i was scared by this *holds smth up*

marisha: i thought you farted and it spooked you

ashley: I Smell A Fart.

sam: nobody farted

ashley: Then Why Does It Smell Like A Fart?

[dr0pdeadg0rgeous]

‘would you hold it down and take it if i gave you a chance? / need the reassurance, baby, not a silly romance’ - real man 🎀

[littleemoboy06]

Who got me into the tickle community? Man Ray from Spongebob 😭

I'm not even kidding, when I first watched that episode with the tickle belt, when I was a kid, I immediately knew that I wanted to be in Man Ray's place. And I even used to imagine that I'd be acting bad/evil and all on purpose just to get tickled more 😳

And to this day I know this episode by heart (and it still flusters me like crazy) and I still have a crush on Man Ray (no wonder why I'm so weird lmao he was my childhood crush)

[plushiesssforcrying]

low effort sketch again

something something sixes trauma bonding

students au by @zarazzzzzzzzza

[anzynai]

Hello!! I am new here but I really love your writing and the event seems really interesting :)

May I have a platonic ler!Ray x male reader (the promised Neverland)

Only if you feel comfortable with it could the reader have a small childish crush on Ray, I feel like it's funnier (and more embarrassing to [Name])

Here's a scenario: [name] tries to get Ray to play with him and the other kids, but the mission backfires on poor [Name]. And they just end up cuddling and tickling ?? :3 with Ray being a smug little gremlin-

HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS GOOD AS YOU ARE 💙

Obviously you don't have to write it if you don't feel like it, have a nice day/night/morning/evening. Rest and drink a respectable amount of water, and remember; you're incredibly good 😊

HIIII i didnt think i would get a tpn request at all but im pleasantly surprised that i did:) thanks for sending one in! the reader DOES have a crush on ray, but its not directly stated, so maybe it doesnt count??? also, i dont specify genders at all just because i write x readers in second person, so ur free to assume. either way, hope u like this!!

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“nohoho, stahahap it!” ray cried as your hands and fingers scribbled against his twitching sides.

“not until you agree to play with us!” you declare, sticking a tongue out. ray’s face was bright red as he giggled, kicking his legs and thrusting his arms out.

you were straddling him so he was stuck, or so you thought. bucking his hips sent you falljng to the side and before you could fully recover, he was already on top of you and you blushed at the smugness on his face.

“r-ray.. wait, we can ta-AHAHALK ahahahaa NOHOHO!” you cried, embarrassed at how he had gotten you back so easily.

“i don’t think so. you seem to have gotten pretty comfortable tickling me.. isn’t it time for a taste of your own medicine?” ray said, amusement clear in his features and ah, well, he wasn’t lying. you had been tickling him a lot recently but he is just so cute and you liked being around him and.. well, you didn’t really know why. you just knew you wanted to play around with him and tickling was so fun!

“plehehehease! rahahhaay!” you screech when his hands find spots on you that are more ticklish than you had thought. gosh, who knew ray was such a good tickler?

he didn’t stop tickling you until you were screamed for mercy and, you decided that from now on, you definitely had to reconsider your stategies if you tried to tickle him again.

still, he lied down beside you, so close that you guys were practically touching. it was peaceful and comfortable and maybe the exhaustion was creeping on you harder than you had thought.

you felt your eyes shift shut and if you found yourself later waking up, arms interlocking a sleeping ray, well… no one else had to know.

[achillestickler]

Here's the information on the latest updates at AchillesHeelArt!

Last update, poor Man Ray got tickled AGAIN, this time while he was on vacation and this time on his helpless bare feet! Everyone loves the SpongeBob Tickle Belt episode so I wanted to do a sort of sequel to it. When I saw the character The Flying Dutchman I knew he had to be the tickler. There's just something I love about a tickling pirate! Hope you enjoy "The Tickling Dutchman".

In the most recent update I decided to finally take part in "Orctober" and draw a beefy, hairy orc in stocks. I can't believe it took me this long to do it, as orcs are definitely my type. I think this poor monster's wide, green ticklish soles may be the sexiest, beefiest feet I've ever drawn!

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[phongdraws]

Man Ray tickle belt episode…

[kanene-yaaay]

Childish Fights and Loud Laughter

Kanene’s notes: For some reason I am going back to my old fandoms? dfghyygtfdf anyway I re-watched atla once again last month and finally got some time and energy to write a tickle fic for it! Yesh!!!!

Warnings: Zuko’s general grumpiness, but only that. Switch!Zuko and Switch!Aang. I have no idea when that happens but it’s before the Sozin’s Comet. Around 3500 words.

[~*~]

Aang was staring at him.

Not that being stared at was something new in his life. Zuko grew rather accustomed to it, being the first heir of the Firelord and having a gigantic scar that covers half of your face usually made you the most interesting person in a crowd.

Still, it didn't mean that Zuko had to like it. Actually, he didn’t even understand why Aang was paying such a close attention to him now. After months of being friends, he should already be used to Zuko's presence in their group. Was he having second thoughts about accepting him as his teacher? Why? Was it because of the mistake in their morning training? 

It wasn’t even a gigantic thing. Aang just got a way too light hit in his side that made him lose his concentration of his firebending and flinch away from the strange, electric sensation on his side.

(If that told him something about Aang's improvement or about Zuko's own lack of skills it was unclear.)

In the end, the reason for the staring didn't matter. It wouldn't be the first time Zuko would lose everything for a single mistake. He just needed to prove to the Avatar that he was still a worthy ally and teacher.

He got up.

"Break's time is over. Come on, let's spar and then run through your katas again. From first to tenth." 

As always, the authority in his voice made Aang immediately jump to his feet, although no more moves were made to follow the instructions, the boy was still watching him for something.

"What!" He bristled.

"Did you injure your side?"

"With your weak hit? You just got me off guard, that is all." Zuko readied himself in an offensive stance, beginning his attack. "Let's see if you can do it again, and no more holding back your punches. You won't have this mercy when it comes to the Firelord."

"I know, I know." But instead of the defeated look that always took over the younger's face every time he mentioned his father, Aang's expression quickly bounced back to a curious expression, dodging from his flames and attacks with fluid moves (it was both weird and interesting to see how much fo the other elements affected his actions even when he wasn't using his bending). 

"Are you sure you're not injured, though? You did jump pretty high back there."

Zuko felt like there was something hidden in the other’s voice. A kind of light reflected in his eyes, a different way that he seemed not worried at all in trying to fight back, an extra bounce in his step. 

And for some reason, now the Avatar keeps smiling at him. Which, when the subject was about how he possibly was or not injured, didn't make Zuko very confident about his safety.

"I am not hurt." Irritation began filling his words. "Take this seriously! Fight back!"

"I will! I will! I am just curious, why did you jump away?"

"For no reason! It doesn't matter."

"No one squeals and jumps away for no reason." Was he getting closer?

"I did not squeal!" Zuko widened his stance and with a circling gesture, moved his arms until his palms were facing the ground, ceasing the fire attacks before adjusting himself to a standing position. "And if you rather keep mocking me than really focusing on your training, then I suppose that you can continue mastering your firebending alone."

He turned away, feeling strangely out of place, before fast steps put Aang right in front of him, arms in a placating gesture and his expression full of alarm and a bit of regret.

"No, wait! I wasn't mocking you, I swear." Aang then took a respectful stance and bowed, with his thumb poking out from his closed fist resting on his open palm. "Please don’t give up from me yet, Sifu Ho-" at Zuko's glare, he bit back the 'hotman'. "Uhhhhh, Sifu Zuko."

The older one took a deep breath, wondering if his uncle also felt the same feeling of old all the times Zuko kept pushing his proper training off to complain about capturing the Avatar and restoring his honor.

Life really comes to a full cycle, doesn't it?

He bowed, as well, mirroring Aang's gesture and respect, letting his usual irritation wash away, a common pinch of guilt that always came when he let his angry outbursts control his decisions appearing once again.

His point still stands, though.

"Alright." His tune was tough, but not unkind, a soft kind of relaxation taking over his gestures. He should at least try to have the same patience as his uncle. "Let's try again. Firs-"

"I am just really curious!" Aang cut him, basically bouncing on the same place, his energetic big smile back to his face now that the misunderstanding had been cleared. "If you're not injured, does that mean you're ticklish?"

For some reason, Aang seemed about to launch himself straight to the sky with how much he was beaming. In a blink, Zuko remembered old memories of his and his mother's laughter, of Lu Ten's surprise attacks and Mai's playful touches before he threw everything away to fulfill his own destiny.

And, in another bewildered blink, abruptly, Aang's smile and actions made complete sense. Zuko looked at him with wide eyes.

"I-"

Before the prince could answer, however, the avatar jumped at him, not wasting a single second as he locked on his sides with a horrible scribbling that made he feel like there was thousands of feathers teasing his sensitive torso, following his body even when the surprise attack made him fall on his back, holding his reactions with all his will power.

"I knew it. You are!" The scribbling quickly evolved to a series of light pinches and squeezes that almost made him jump away as they traveled too much close to his stomach, giggles beginning to bubble in his throat. "I can't believe you never told us about it before!"

"W-why-" He bit back a squeal, refusing to fall for such childish play. "Why would I snkr e-ever tell you tha-ah!" 

Aang beamed even more at the muffled yelp that came when he experimentally scratched at his belly, deciding that it was a perfect place to dance and wiggle his fingers freely. 

"Because it is fun! And it would be nice to see your smile. I don't think we ever heard you truly laugh since you joined the group!"

"I don't need to laugh." He gritted through his firmly pressed lips, turning his face away, feeling his features getting hot at the hopeful and bright expression from Aang at the giddiness slipping through the tears in his barriers. "We need to t-t-train. Don't!"

Zuko maybe, if he wasn’t totally concentrated in not dying because anywhere - absolutely any other place - would be better than that spot, would definitely feel mortified by the honest to Agni high pitched plea that fled from his mouth when the other poked his bellybutton curiously.

Aang smiled even wider, somehow.

"You also have a ticklish bellybutton?" He poked the tickle spot again and again, giggling in delight when Zuko wiggled from one side to another with even the slightest hint of a touch. "Just like Sokka! He would go totally crazy when we tickled his belly. Katara even had this secret technique she did when..." Suddenly, he stopped.

Zuko could see the exact moment the Avatar got an evil idea.

"No.” Aang didn’t move. “Don’t you even think about it!" 

He tried to roll away, legs too weak to help him in a chase. Nevertheless, the other's playful hands followed him, pulling him back and straddling his waist so he could rest his index fingers and thumbs at each side of his bellybutton, making Zuko take a wobbly gulp of oxygen.

"Aang-" He tried to push the hands away but the Avatar was as immovable as a rock, grinning at him a tad manically. "Aang, I am g-going to make you do so many katas you will keep doing them in your sleep! Don't you dare!"

The Avatar, the bridge between the spiritual world, the one responsible to bring peace and balance to the four nations, the only one in the world able to master all the elements, the agent of evil snickered and did, in fact, dare.

For Zuko's complete mortification and immediate defeat, he began squeezing.

It was horrible. It was unbearable. Each squeeze made his entire body spasm with the sheer force of keeping his laughter inside, face growing more and more red as the tickling just did not stop.

That was when Aang's voice cut through air.

"Hey, actually, this gives me an idea! Wanna see a cool trick?" Zuko shook his head and Aang laughed. "Okay, I will show you anyway! It goes like this: 'Hello, I'm Mister Bellybutton and I am supeeeeeer ticklish!"

He was squeezing said tickle spot as if it was a mouth, pretending it was speaking and even making a goofy voice for it as if they were both tiny kids and not the future firelord and the one destined to end a one hundred year war, full of responsibilities and posture to uphold and Zuko…

"Squish! Squish, squish, squish, squishsquishsquishsquish-"

Zuko exploded in a loud, boisterous laughter. 

"S-SHUHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Whether it was for the sheer absurdity of it all, the awful and playful impersonation of a silly voice or the tickly shocks that filled all his nerves and senses he couldn't say. Actually, other than becoming a mess of laughter and sounds that were supposed to be words but were too lost in crackles to be understood, he wasn’t able to say much.

"Oh my god!!! Zuko, this is your laughter?! It's so nice! I can't believe we never tried to tickle you before!"

Zuko realized that he couldn’t do anything to stop the unfair tickle attack on his stomach, especially when Aang focused on using his other fingers to prod the sensitive skin and buzz on it, pulling a series of startled snorts that made the prince immediately hide his flaming face on his hands.

"Noooo, come on, not fair! You can't hide your smile, that is against the rules!"

"THEHEHEHERE'S NO RUHULES!"

"Of course there it is! Every tickle fight has rules. Like: no hiding your smile, no covering your face, and especially…"

The younger relented his attack giggling together with the other's remnant and uncontrollable titters as Zuko tried to recompose himself, feeling yet still a bit dazed with the sudden joy and adrenaline that were still running in his veins.

Wait. Why was it so quiet? Aang was saying something, wasn't he?

"Never leave a tickle spot unprotected unless you want it to be tickled!"

Suddenly fingers began kneading his ribs and Zuko's arms shot down in a too late attempt to protect them, a loud yelp announcing the comeback of an unstoppable mix of fast, airy giggles and eventual squeaks that didn’t wait to mingle in such a rare and beautiful melody. 

"Here is it!" Zuko wasn't sure how, but he could swear that Aang somehow got more than two hands, because in a blink the wiggling fingers that were prodding and drawing circles on his ribcage were not only assaulting his neck and ears with a skillful spidering scratches and nimbly scribbling but also, even before he could lift his arms and try to pry them from there before another high pitched chortle came out of his mouth, were worming and digging awfully on his armpits, obliging him to clue his arms to his sides once more and starting the whole cycle started again and again.

No spot was left without a proper, tickly and tingly attention. Every squeeze on his knees, scratch on his soles, kneading on his sides and light tapping on his palms (how did he even discover about his palms-) pulled all sorts of loud crackles, bubbly giggles, bouncy titters, wobbly squirms, tired kicks and a boisterous belly laughter that left him without energy, a "stop" ready in the tip of his tongue when the younger decided that it was enough and relented the energetic tickle attack.

The prince of the Fire Nation turned around, still giggling, still blushing and still feeling the ghost feeling of dancing fingers buzzing right under his skin, leaving a permanent giant smile on his face.

He wiped the few tears that accumulated on the corner of his eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to not get embarrassed by the couple of giggles that continued to fill the air.

"See, I told you it was fun!" Aang snickered. "I didn't expect you to be so ticklish, though. You're almost as bad as meEEK!"

With a swift roll and quick reflexes Zuko jumped and pushed - not necessarily gently but also not with all his strength - the Avatar down, pinning his arms upwards with a hand.

Wide grey eyes stared at him, a drop of alarm on them.

"Uhhhh, Zuko, you're not really angry are you? It’s just that you never said to stop and-"

Zuko lifted his hand and with a gasp, the other cut his babbling.

He began wiggling his fingers.

"Almost as bad as you, you say?"

"Waitwaitwait!" Aang kicked and laughed joyfully, suddenly free of any drop of fear in his gaze as he wiggled like a madman on his hold, trying with all his might to put as much distance as he could from the offending silly fingers. 

Seeing the older one loosening up was rare, but to see him loosen up, smile and be playful on the same day? Aang felt like he was the luckiest person in the world. He couldn’t wait to tell everyone else about how nice Zuko's laughter is. 

I mean, if he survived the payback. Aang tried to lightly pull his arms back, but the grip was firm. He watched with trepidation the hand that was getting closer and closer to his sides, sucking his belly as much as he could.

Golden and gray eyes found each other for a moment.

Zuko stopped, his tiny smirk being overthrown by a frown and Aang felt his arms being freed. 

The butterflies in his belly stopped batting their wings and the smile on his face fell. He tried to not feel too disappointed.

They would eventually get Zuko to participate in more of their shenanigans. One day. When he was ready. Even if today wasn't the day, he still got him to laugh.

An unbearable light feeling on his palm made the shorter yelp and jump away, one of his wrists being held back before he could pull it to his chest.

Golden and gray found each other again. Zuko smiled triumphantly.

"I knew it." He said, and Aang watched with a giddy feeling as blunt nails began scribbling on his palm, following the lines of his hands, drawing on the tip of fingers, contouring and spiraling across the entire sensitive skin to his wrists. Soon enough, his airy, fast and giggly snickers were filling the space, amidst his wiggles and half-heartedly attempts to pull his arm away. "I was wondering how did you discovered about my hands. It's because yours are sensitive as well."

"Yehehehes!" An 'eee' sound stretched the word and he snorted, kicking and squirming more, his other hand flapping non stop in an attempt to free himself of all the energy running in his veins. "Ihihihi realized that when I stahaharted to bend firehehe. It makes them so ticklihihish!"

"Must be rough for you." 

"Hehey! But yours are ahahahalso tick- no!" 

Not minding the other's protest, Zuko lifted the captured arm and attacked the unprotected armpit, being careful to tase and drum his fingers in every available inch of skin, feeling extremely smug at the shriek he got from the Avatar with the drastic change from such a soft to more playful tickle attack, his squirming getting so strong that he pushed himself back to a sitting position.

"BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THERE!"

Zuko remembered something Lu Ten used to do with him all the time. It was childish and silly and not at all fitting for the future Firelord, but it used to drive Zuko over the palace’s walls all the time, and if Aang had at least half of his reaction…

He was just really glad that they went to train in a far area alone.

"What? Not here?" He made sure to focus on the weakest spot of the pit, poking and digging there for a good measure. "Not right here? Are you sure?"

"YESYESYES! IHIHIT'S TOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!"

"OK then." The tickling came to a stop.

Aang continued to laugh softly at the attack, his smile big and wobbly and eyes shining with excitement. "Wohohow, you're ruthless."

Zuko merely hummed in reply, watching him for the exact moment where he would relax and lower his guard…

Now.

"Hm, I changed my mind." He went right back at the merciless attack.

"SIFU HOHOHOHOTMAN, NOHOHO!"

"And stop calling me that! Do you like being tickled, by chance? Becoming a mess of laughter and squeals?"

"Yehehehehes!"

Zuko blinked, the tickling faltering for a bit and fishing a mess of tittering and soft squealing before resuming his quicker pace. "Really?….Why?"

"Ihihihit's fun!" Aang squealed and arched his back when Zuko got bored and decided to worm his fingers to his back ribs, spidering and stretching on the space in between each bone. For a piece of moment nothing but laughter filled his mind, thoughts and senses and all Aang could do was squeal until his mind got a bit clearer. 

"You like it too!"

The shout that came out from the prince's lips was a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "I do not!" 

"Do too!"

"Shut it!" The playful glint on the other's eyes only got stronger at the color flooding once again Zuko's cheeks. He grumbled in a grump protest. "If you can still tease me then I am not doing a good job. You must have a death spot somewhere, don't you?" He held the boy by his shoulder, starting to wiggle and prod his back in a search.

It was a good thing that his hand was still keeping the boy still because as soon as the sentence came out from his mouth the other began wiggling like his life was on the line.

"Wait, wait, Zuko! Not there! You can tickle my hands again or even my sides, they're pretty bad, but, wait!"

"Is your back really that ticklish or-" Zuko's teasing was cut when he pressed the highest space in between his shoulderblades (being very careful to not accidentally touch the scar) and, after a loud shout, an extremely low belly laughter filled the air.

"NOHOHOHO!"

He stopped. Aang stopped, hands flying to hide his mouth. 

"That was you?"

"No, of course not!" With a muffled voice the Avatar tried to wiggle away from the touch, only the tip of his smile appearing behind his palm. "What was what? I didn't hear a thing. Ah! It’s getting so late, I think that Katara is calling meeEEEHEHEHE!"

Zuko pressed once again at the middle of his shoulder blades, thumb incessantly tasering on the same spot as he watched with drops of surprise and amusement as the youngest usual higher voice became much lower and stronger, his guffaws making his entire torso beam with the force of the laughter.

"Your voice gets rougher when someone tickles your back?" Poke, poke, poke, prod, tase, tase. "How does that even work?"

"NOHOHOHO! LEHEHEHEHEHEAVE THAT SPOT ALOHOHONE, PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Seeing that the boy seemed unable to stop bouncing in the same place with the sheer amount of ticklishness and energy running across his entire torso, Zuko decided to listen to him, stopping his tickles and eyeing his lower back with curiosity.

If just that tiny spot on his shoulder blades were so bad he wondered if his spine…

With an only one index finger, the older one ran the tip of the finger across Aang's spine.

He got exactly to the middle of it before the airbender shot straight to the sky with a high pitched, ear splitting squeal.

Zuko quickly jumped to a standing position, wide eyes searching the sky until his gaze finally found the hope of the world, the bridge between the material and the spiritual world, clutching his belly and historically giggling while kicking the air just like a kid in a tantrum, floating from a side to another, way too lost in ghost tickles and tittering snorts to control his airbending and stop spinning in the air with each laugh.

The future firelord sighed, ignoring how fond he felt for being the one responsible in making the smaller look as happy as this.

He forced his face to go back to his usual scowl, even if a playful, silly kind of feeling softened most of it and even when the entire gang already knew how to see right through it.

"Your training is not over yet, stop fooling around and come back! You still have to do katas until sunset."

Aang's remanent joyful laugh rang like a bell across the air. Somehow, Zuko felt like they wouldn’t do a lot of training today.

[intheticklecloset]

The Promised Neverland Coffee Shots #1-5

A collection of The Promised Neverland Coffee Shots I've done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1) Lee Norma, Ler Ray

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Ray grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he glared at Norman.

Norman smiled sweetly at him as always, shrugging. “The younger kids want to play with you so bad, Ray. Can’t you indulge them a little bit? Even one game?”

“Where’s my book, Norman?”

Norman folded his arms behind his back innocently. “I don’t know.”

“Liar.”

“Am I?” Now Norman’s tone was challenging, his blue eyes fixed on his grumpy friend with unwavering confidence. “Am I, Ray?”

Ray huffed out an irritated sigh. “Give it back.”

“I don’t have it.”

“Then where’d you put it?”

“I didn’t put it anywhere.”

“Norman.” Ray took a step closer, getting into Norman’s personal space. “Where. Is. My. Book?”

“Like I said, I don’t know.”

“That’s it!” Suddenly Ray tackled him to the ground, making Norman yelp in surprise. Ray usually fought with his mind, not with his hands, but unluckily for him he wasn’t as physically strong as either of his oldest friends, so he went down easily and succumbed just as fast when Ray’s fingers found his sides and dug in. “Tell me, or I’ll tickle it out of you!”

“Ah! Ray! Wahahahahahahait!” Norman squealed, tossing his head back and weakly pushing at his friend’s arms as giggles spilled out of him. He tried to gain leverage by digging his heels into the ground and flipping over, but Ray merely straddled him and made sure to keep him right where he was. “Ahahahahahaha! No, wahahahahahahahait! I reheheheheheheally don’t knohohohohohohow!”

“Liar.”

“I’m nohohohohohohot!” Norman cried, cheeks pink with uncontrollable mirth, squirming helplessly against the tickling onslaught. “I dohohohohohon’t hahahahahave it! I don’t know whehehehehere she put it!”

Ray stopped. “She?”

Norman realized his mistake and widened his eyes. “No, Ray—”

“So Emma has it.”

“No!”

Ray studied him for a moment, then began tickling once again, leaning in close to his friend’s laughing face as he growled, “Liar.”

Norman decided that – as long as it was for Emma – taking Ray’s punishment really wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

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2) Lee Phil, Ler Emma

“Not here? What about here?” Emma teased playfully, beaming at the squealing, childlike giggles she was getting for her efforts. Phil lay rolling around in the grass under her fingers as she gently tickled first his belly, then his little ribs, then his neck and ears. “Or here? How about here?”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Emmahahahahaha!” The four-year-old’s smile was wide as he shrieked and flailed his arms, either unable or unwilling to even try and push her away. “It tickles! It tihihihihickles!”

“Aww, well, that’s the point, Phil!” Emma laughed with him, going back down to his belly, which seemed to be a good spot. “The tickle monster’s got you now! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Phil laughed freely for several more moments, then finally called out his surrender. “Ehehehehehehehe! S-Stohohohohohop, Emma!”

Emma did as she was asked, ruffling his hair and letting him catch his breath. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” he replied enthusiastically, sitting up and grinning at her. “That was fun!”

“I think so, too!” She pulled him into a hug. “Want to play another round?”

Phil leapt to his feet and took off again, already giggling. “Count to a minute!”

“I will!”

In the midst of her counting, Ray came up behind her. “The kid really likes hide and tickle, doesn’t he? Has he ever asked to play the tickle monster instead?”

Emma smiled up at him. “Not so far, but he’s smart. He’ll figure out sooner or later that he can be the chaser, too.”

“Why not offer?”

“Like I’d offer to get tickled when I’m caught!”

Ray smirked. “Ah, come on. You have to admit it would be kind of funny to be taken down by a four-year-old.” He reached down and tweaked her ribs playfully, making her shoot to her feet and give him a devious grin.

“Careful, Ray, or I’ll come after you next.”

“Yeah, whatever. Your time’s up, by the way. Go get him.”

Emma jabbed his ribs in return and took off before he could retaliate, dashing into the forest in search of her little friend, whom she found incredibly easily. Once again she caught and tickled him, his giggles filling the air and making the afternoon that much sweeter.

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3) Lee Ray, Lers Emma and Norman

Ray found himself backed up against a tree, Emma and Norman approaching him from either side, their eyes devious and fingers wiggling. “Guys, I swear, if you tickle me…”

“You’ll what, Ray?” Emma asked teasingly. “You won’t help us escape anymore? We all know you won’t do that~”

Ray clenched his fists. Things were serious right now – why weren’t they serious right now?! He was used to their crazy antics, having grown up with them for nearly his entire life. It wasn’t unheard of for him to get roped into their tickle fights sometimes, but it had been months since the last time, and – again – they were supposed to be taking things seriously!

“Why are you guys wasting time with this crap? We need to stay focused on what’s important!” he snapped at them, considering his options. Emma had him beat in athletic ability and Norman could outwit him in intelligence, but Ray was a balance of the both of them. He could find a way out of this. Right?

“Of course we’re staying focused,” Norman explained calmly. “But if we don’t act at least a little normal, Mom will get suspicious.”

Ray gritted his teeth. He decided that between the two of them, he’d have an easier time taking Norman down in order to get away, so in a flash of movement he barreled towards his friend, dodging him easily and shoving him aside to clear a path of escape…

Or so he thought.

Norman grabbed his arm to keep from toppling over and used his free hand to squeeze his ribs, making Ray squawk and turn to defend himself. In doing so he lost his footing for just long enough to trip and fall backwards, pulling Norman down with him and landing – unfortunately – beneath the weight of his friend.

And that was the end of it. Norman and Emma were on him in moments, grabbing his arms and pinning them to his sides so he couldn’t fight back.

“Wait! No!” Ray protested, unable to help the wobbly smile on his face from the anticipation of knowing what was coming. “Guys, don’t! Please, don’t!”

“Aww, he’s begging us now~” Emma giggled.

Norman smiled at him. “Too bad for you, we’re determined to hear you laugh one way or another. It’s been too long.”

Ray clamped his lips shut in defiance, only for them to fly open and unleash a tsunami of hysterics when they each grabbed one of his thighs and dug in mercilessly. “AGHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHO!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! DAHAHAHAHAHANG IT, YOU GUYS!! YOU CHEHEHEHEHEHEATERS!! THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”

Norman and Emma laughed along with him as they tickled Ray absolutely silly, and for a few blissful minutes, they all forgot about the dangers and the stress that had taken over their lives recently. Right now, they were happy to just have fun and enjoy the moment.

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4) Lee Norman, Ler Don

“Are you laughing at me?” Don asked incredulously, peering through the now empty bookshelf at Norman, who had one hand over his mouth, trying to cover up his giggles.

“No, of course not,” he replied, though another snicker gave him away.

Don smirked. “What? Think this is funny?” He’d just been trying to grab one book from the shelf, but it was jammed in so tight that by removing it he ended up knocking nearly all of the books down with it, raining on him in a pile of flapping pages.

“No. I mean…” Norman shrugged, finally removing his hand to reveal his wide smile. “It is kind of funny. As long as you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not,” Don reassured him, flashing him an evil grin, “but if you think it’s so funny, I’ll give you something to really laugh about.”

Norman bolted as soon as he saw those teasing, wiggling fingers from the other side of the bookshelf, unable to control his excited giggles as he ran. He burst out of the door to the library and fled down the hall, nearly barreling right into Mom as she came up the stairs.

“Norman,” she scolded gently, “you know better than to run in the halls.”

“Sorry, Mom,” he replied hastily, glancing back to see Don hot on his tail and promptly ignoring her reminder. He ducked past her down the stairs, but his slight hesitation had been enough for his friend to catch up to him, and they barely made it outside before he was tackled into the grass.

“Gotcha!” Don cried, grinning as he plunged his fingers into Norman’s sides. “Take that!”

“Ah! Nahahahahahahaha! Wahahahahahahait!” Norman pleaded, spasming and curling up defensively, his giggles evolving into laughter while he squirmed helplessly. “Dohohohohohon! Don’t tihihihihihickle me!”

Don chuckled, aware that several of the kids who had been playing outside were now focused on the scene unfolding just beyond the doorway. “Why not? You know we all love hearing you laugh, Norman~”

Norman squealed and cackled even harder at that, trying to wriggle away to no avail. “Plehehehehehease! Dohohohohohohon’t! Don, stahahahahahap it!”

“What’s that? Don’t stop?” Don chuckled at his friend’s cry of elated despair and continued tickling as the other kids gradually bounded toward them, wanting in on the fun. “Whatever you say!”

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5) Lee Ray, Ler Norman

“You seem scared,” Norman remarked with a smile.

“I’m not scared.” Ray took a step back, felt the wall behind him, and bit back a startled gasp. He hadn’t realized how close he was to being trapped. “I just…I know what you’re going to do, and I’m…nervous.”

Norman’s smile remained unwavering. “Why? You know I’ll be gentle and stop when you want me to.”

“I know.” Ray clenched his fists to keep himself grounded when Norman stepped into his personal space, eye-to-eye with him. “Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.”

Norman grabbed his sides and squeezed, making Ray slap a hand over his mouth to hide the shriek that wanted to make itself known. He squirmed when his friend kept it up, squeezing and pinching and tickling all up and down his sides.

“Nohohorman!” he giggled, clutching his friend’s shoulders but not pushing away yet. “Jeheheherk, don’t lohohohohook at me like thahahahat!”

“Like what?” Norman asked innocently, traveling up to his underarms, making it harder for Ray not to protect himself. “I just think it’s cute, that’s all.”

“It’s nohohohohohot! It’s embahahahaharrassing!”

“You know the others would love it if they found out, right? They’d tickle you as much as you wanted.”

Ray blushed even harder. “Shuhuhuhuhuhut up! I dohohohohon’t wahahahahant them to knohohohohow!”

“Know what?”

This was the tipping point in their game. Ray knew it, Norman knew it, and both of them knew what was going to happen next.

Ray growled, “You suhuhuhuhuhuck!”

Norman stopped, and he couldn’t help but grin at Ray’s fleeting look of disappointment. “Know what, Ray?”

The raven-haired boy huffed, averted his eyes, blushed even more. “That I like it, all right? I like being tickled.”

Norman beamed at him, grabbed his thighs, and kneaded his thumbs in deep.

Ray tossed his head back and exploded into laughter, grateful everyone else was gathering for lunch and couldn’t hear them from downstairs. He clutched Norman’s shoulders so hard it almost hurt, but his friend didn’t mind.

“Don’t worry,” Norman said, continuing to tickle and draw out the brightest laughter from his usually quiet, stoic friend. “Your secret is safe with me.”

[tksavvy]

Shockingly Ticklish! (Cookie Run: OvenBreak tickle fic)

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You know what? I'm gonna do this anyway. I'm bored as HELL here.

Plot: When Electric Eel Cookie makes a big fuss about losing a bet, Abyss Monarch Cookie gets the help of Mocha Ray Cookie to get a use of his weakness..

TW: Swearing, slightly ooc

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"Ugh! Why?! Just why?!" Electric Eel Cookie shouts in rage, in the verge of using his ability again.

"Because one, you failed to guess, and two, it's not even a eight of spades. It's a three of diamonds. Now you don't get the drink we owed you." Mocha Ray Cookie said, smiling. She knew.

She knew she had won the bet.

"It's just a card game...how infuriating can it be...UGH!!" He throws the cards aside on the table and leaves to his room. As Electric Eel Cookie left off to his bed and drifted off to sleep, Abyss Monarch Cookie whispered an interesting secret in Mocha Ray Cookie's ear.

(Just how infuriating can it be...just how infuriating can it be?! JUST HOW INFURIATING CAN IT BE?!)

"Okay, Mocha. He's restrained now."

Those five words stirred up Electric Eel Cookie from the black and snapped him back into reality. The nap was now gone. His arms and legs were restrained by some black tentacles, and he couldn't move. It looked like a Y pose.

What an embarrassing pose to be in...

In front of him was Abyss Monarch Cookie. He was sure that Mocha Ray Cookie was behind him due to her aura being behind him in some way.

"Great!" Mocha Ray Cookie said, doing a thumbs-up pose.

"Could you explain what is going on?! What are you gonna do to me?!" demanded Electric Eel Cookie, wanting to know what is going on. Especially since his lover, Abyss Monarch Cookie, was involved in this somehow.

"Oho, something...maybe because of what a little bird told me..." Mocha Ray Cookie replied, a teasy tone in her voice. This couldn't mean...

Electric Eel Cookie looked really confused now. What did they tell her?! Just WHAT caused them to do this?!

"The fact...that I already know you're...quite..."

"sensitive."

Sensitive?! She means...WAITWAITWAIT---HOLD ON. NO FUCKING WAY?! NO WAY SHE KNOWS RIGHT?!

"W--Wha-?! Mocha, you-you're lying right?!" She nods, showing that she actually means it.

Oh, shit. He's dead. He's fucking dead.

"That's right. Since you lost the bet, decided to get all fussy, and went to bed, we are going to teach you a little lesson in proper manners..."

"And to do it, we are going to use that absolutely irresistible weakness of yours to our advantage~" Abyss Monarch Cooke whispered into his ear, making a slightly tickly feeling.

"Ehehe...we...we can talk about this, right...? Come-AGH!"

A shriek escaped Electric Eel Cookie's mouth as he felt his sides and armpits being attacked. Tentacles by part of Abyss Monarch Cookie and hands by part of Mocha Ray Cookie were doing the job.

"Gh-gehehe...*hic* I cahan't...Ihi'm nohot lahaughing!" he says, his attempts to hold it in being futile. Wait, was that a hiccup?!

Shit. Shit shit shit. He knew what that meant.

"Come on, it won't take long now..." Abyss Monarch says. And he knows it.

"Hahaha...ahahaHAHAHAH!!" His laughter echoes through the room. It was loud. It was boisterous. It was booming. It was energetic. It had...hiccups? Nah, that's normal. And kinda cute, to be honest.

"Annnnnd there it is! There is that adorable laugh of yours~!"

"Am naHAT---YOU GUHUHUYS!! *hic* STAHAHAHAHA-"

"Yes you are~ Oh, and we are not ending this. Not until you say that's you're super cute and shockingly ticklish~"

That is far too embarrassing and utterly HUMILIATING for him to say. He can't say that. He definitely, really can't.

"NAHAHAHAHA!! F*hic*UHUCK!!"

"Then we'll stay here for the rest of the day~!"

"NAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHA!!"

A small playful smirk came up on Mocha Ray Cookie's mouth. "Hehe...who's a ticklish little eel, huh~? You are! Yes you are, yes you are~"

Oh no, not THAT. That let him get out a shockingly adorable squeal.

"Now you're going to say it?"

"I'M STAYAHIN' SIHILENT!"

"Still fussy, eh? We'll see how long you can be like that~" Abyss Monarch Cookie and Mocha Ray Cookie exchanged a nod.

Then Abyss Monarch Cookie's tentacles went on towards his underbelly. Oh no.

Not there. Anywhere but there. That will just break him. Destroy him. It was ticklish beyond your wildest dreams. Hell, one could even say it was far too ticklish to even be real.

Basically, it was his ultimate death spot.

He is so fucked.

And then the tentacles moved towards his underbelly, skittering along its sides and moving along it, even getting the scars on it.

That sent him into complete hysterics, his laughter being sent an entire octave higher. Sparks emanated from his hair too, small jolts of lightning. He was laughing far too hard. And his tormentors loved it.

Especially since he looked so damn cute laughing like that.

"NOHOT THEHERE *hic*!! NOHOT FUHUCKING THEHERE!"

"Too bad you're stuck here...stuck with us~" Mocha Ray Cookie said, making Electric Eel Cookie's soul exit it's body (figuratively). He can't handle that much teasing.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAO! MAHAKE IHIT STAHAHAP!!"

"All you have to do is say it~!" Abyss Monarch Cookie said, in a singsong tone, making Electric Eel Cookie shiver a bit.

Silence. Just silence. All that could be heard were frantic, helpless laughs. That's when Mocha Ray Cookie had the great idea of doing some raspberries on his neck.

Maybe that will get him to comply. And boy, it sure did.

"GYAAHAHAHAHAHA---OKAY! OHOKAHAHAY!! FUHUCKING FINE *hic*! IHI'LL SAY IT!! I'M SUHUPEHER CUHUTEE!"

"And what else, hm~?" Mocha Ray said, blowing another raspberry.

"*short squeal!* A-ahAND SHOCKingly TIHICKLISH!!"

"Good. Now, as promised..." The torture finally stops...

"U-ugh...I swear, never scare me like that again!" Electric Eel Cookie moaned out, visibly tired and stressed

"Like what?" Mocha Ray Cookie said, poking Electric Eel Cookie's stomach, earning a flinch and a squeal from him, as well as some small sparks emanating from his hair.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. We're doing this tomorrow!"

"What?! Okay okay, sorry about that! I'm not making a fuss like that again! You still owe me that drink, though..."

"You sure?" Mocha Ray asked, before wiggling her fingers in front of him, making him step back in fear.

"Maybe you don't owe me the drink anymore...still, no promises."