#sneaky tickles

[allnightstay]

~* Dream Storytime *~

So, I just had this dream and felt I HAD to share it with you.

TW: sneaky bellybutton tickles >.<

- I'm basically at a theme park designed to make you feel like you're visiting Hawaii or something.

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My mom and I were just finishing up doing something and met up with my dad and brother

- (I don't even have a brother in real life lmao but he's like 16 in my dream)

We were walking together until this brother of mine decided to head a different direction than where my parents were heading. Not wanting him to go alone, I decided to walk with him instead. We end up at some ride where it required us to take an elevator to get to the main attraction. There's a group of really cute looking guys ahead of us in line.

We all get on the elevator, but of course with my dreams being as random as they typically are, my brother and I get somewhat separated in this elevator we're in. I end being close to the door with those good looking guys right behind me, so packed in and close that I can feel the shirt of one of them on my back (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠).

As the elevator is going, it does some crazy bump that made us all shuffle, causing me to lean back heavily on the guy right behind me. I give the most shy apologetic over-the-shoulder look up at this guy saying sorry (blushing ofc). He smiles down at me and doesn't say anything.

*Next thing I know* I feel a hand sneakily touch and scratch at my tummy (mind you, I'm wearing a crop top in this dream) but when I look, I don't see anyone. Thinking I was maybe imagining it, I don't look behind me or anything.

*Then* I feel a finger lightly scratch at the outer edge of my bellybutton, causing me to hold in the biggest giggle ever. I was too embarrassed to even look at the guy behind me knowing it was definitely him. Instead, I look to see if anyone else noticed, and at my brother who gives me this "what are you looking at??" face.

We get off the elevator, and are at a ride that resembles a Titanic-like ship. Those guys go their own way and so do my brother and I. I couldn't stop thinking about what just happened and even more so that I wasn't even mad about it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

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Andddd yeah that's pretty much the dream I had because I was woken up due to my alarm going off.

What's crazy is I VERY RARELY have tk dreams, so this totally took me by surprise. Kinda wanted to fall back asleep to see if I'd end up back there but here I am writing this instead xD

I hope you enjoyed ~

[infrequent-creator]

A Little Assistance ~

Summary - Vox needs a little help so he calls his assistant up to take care of his need.

A/N: I don't believe vox's assistant has a name so I'm gonna have Vox call him the name "Sharkbait" 🤭((Also Cutie, Baby boy & various other teasy nicknames))

<3

"Ah- fucking shit! Owowowow!" Vox cursed under his breath. He has spilled coffee on the floor around his chair on the wiring that surrounded his seats.

While they weren't parts of his body, he still was connected to them, like the roots on a tree. So when things happened to them like being stepped on or burned with hot coffee, it does hurt him a bit. He sighed looking around somewhat urgently for something to wipe up the now cooled sticky liquid off his attachment cords.

Nothing... damnit.

He signed, pinching the bridge of where his nose would be. He looked down at his wrist, pressing a button.

Ring...Ring...Ri-

"H-Hello.. Mr. Vox, S-Sir, do you need me?" The face of his personal assistant Sharkbait popping up on the small screen. Stammering like always. Always looking a little flustered in a way that Vox couldn't help but find adorable. He cleared his throat from the distracting thought.

"Yes of course. Why else would I call you?"

"O-Oh I'm sorry S-Sir I didn't mean--" the shark stammered out an apology before Vox cut him off.

"Stop, I don't have all day. Bring some papertowels and warm water to my production room. A cup of coffee spilled on my wiring." He brushed off the lad's apology, trying to get this icky feeling off his wiring fast.

"R-Right! Yes sir!" With that, Vox hung up. He sighed again.

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A minute or so passes before there's a knock at Vox's door. He waves his hand, an electric current hitting the door 's button panel, causing it to slide open for his guest. There he was. Sharkbait carrying a cloth & a small bucket with water. His feet moving quickly as his king tail swished behind him.

"Bout time you showed up, I'm sticky as hell over here." The overlord groaned as the annoying feeling on his cables. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"R-Right, yes Sir, I'm so sorry." He nodded quickly, kneeling beside Vox's chair. He dipped the cloth in the water a little, squeezing it to get the extra water out, then began making quick work of the dark brown coffee stains.

Vox could feel his touches just a little, they felt faint but it almost felt good. Like getting a head massage almost. Vox leaned back in a sigh, his back resting completely against the chair as he relaxed. His light blue claws tapping, gently and rhythmically as the cleaning continued.

After a moment, Vox noticed something thumping gently against his leg. Also some quiet mumbling from Sharkbait. The TV man opened his eyes to see Sharkbait's tail was the thing gently hitting Vox's leg like a happy dog. The sharkboy's were locked on the floor as he mumbled to himself.

"Now, tell me Sharkbait, what are you mumbling about? Are you perhaps embarrassed that you have to clean up my mess?" Vox's hand slowly reaches down toward's his assistant's tail. The young man turned, opening his mouth to deny his boss's words but a gasp was ripped from his chest before he got the chance.

"Or are you embarrassed that this cute little tail is giving you away?~" Vox's hand quickly took the tail in his hand before it could wiggle away with his assistant's movement. The TV's voice purred as he gently held the tail on his lap, petting it slowly. He could still feel the muscle wanting to still wag even now.

"M-Misteheher V-Vohox! Please be c-cahahreful!" The shark demon quickly broke into anxious bubbly giggles, dropping the cloth to reach for his tail slowly.

"Careful? I am being careful. You think I'd hurt my cute little assistant's tail? What do you take me for, a monster?" Vox looked down at him with an eyebrow arched, a wicked grin spread across his screen.

"N-Nohohohoho! S-Sihihir my tail ihihis sensa-AHAha!" The adorable creature now on his side, curled up like a cat, kicking his feet in laughter.

"Aw is this tail sensitive, little pup? How cute~" Vox's claws now raking gently downward towards the end of his tail.

Sharkbait's face explodes into bright blue blush as he hid his face behind his hands, squealing and gently tugging on his tail. Vox decided his poor little tail had had enough, but the rest of him? Not a chance~

While Sharkbait wasn't looking, the overlord grabbed his little pup around the waist , guiding him onto his lap. The older demon's fingers touching from the slenderness of his assistant's waist.

The tv man snapped his fingers , making a wire slither to life, wrapping around his assistant's wrists holding them above his head, causing him to yelp. He was truly helpless and exposed right now.

"Cute little giggles you got there, pup. Let's see what happens when I use my claws here~" Vox's bright blue claws gently scratched at Sharkbait's sides and tummy at the same time.

The media demon's fingers leaving no spot on his middle untickled , making the little shark squeal, snort, and laugh. The little shark holding nothing back. He couldn't see it, but Vox was smiling at him.

"So cute~" Vox thought, letting his gentle tickles continue. He's always grateful for his little assistant.

END !

[switchypanic]

100 Follower Special Preview

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

[spectraling]

Maybe I'm slow, but I was looking for references for Maura when I suddenly realized that she's not wearing a long skirt....she's wearing pants?!

Those are pants! I thought that was a skirt?!

[dreamingticklee]

what do you mean one of my irl friends that knows i like being tickled has now converted to knismo and hopped on the tickling train as a ler and is excited he gets to learn how to wreck me?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN

[xsezzie]

Under Threat

Oopsie... more Kavetham with inspiration from cute anon hehe~

Work is kicking my butt lately so I have had less creativity flowing through me when it comes to proper fics, I apologise!

Warnings: It’s a tickle fic???

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Summertime in Sumeru meant hot and humid temperatures. Most city dwellers would flock to the nearby lakes or Port Ormos to cool off. All except the Scribe, who was a serial napper and ‘I am going to stay indoors’ when it came to this type of weather. Though, his roommate Kaveh was also suffering due to the extreme temperatures, having shed most of his outfit off at this point and spread himself across the couch, his legs and feet invading Alhaitham’s personal space, who in retaliation also laid across from him and placed his own feet in Kaveh’s lap.

It was no secret to a select few in Sumeru that there was something more between them, but they are both too stubborn to admit it.

“This position is making me feel hotter… get your legs off me…” Kaveh whined, nudging at Alhaitham’s feet in his lap.

“I am just returning the favour, seeing as you sprawled yourself out over me first.”

“You are a pain…”

“A pain you continue to be affectionate with?” Alhaitham smirked as Kaveh gave him the middle finger lazily, covering his pink face with his other hand.

The Scribe chuckled to himself and gently squeezed Kaveh’s ankle, meaning for it to be a gentle gesture. That is until the blond shrieked and kicked his leg into Alhaitham’s chest.

“W-What was that for!? I… don’t do that!!” The architect sat up in a huff, his face now red as he pouted.

“Huh…? Is that… not supposed to be affectionate…? I… oh.” Alhaitham, having caught on, began to scribble his fingers slowly over Kaveh’s soft ankles.

“H-Hey! Aaaahhh!!! S-Stahahahahaap!!!” The blond’s reaction was immediate, throwing himself back onto the couch, squealing and giggling, trying to kick Alhaitham. “Y-You know better than t-to tihihickle meehehehehee!!!”

“Ah, but I have never tested this spot before… I know your feet are ticklish though.” Alhaitham teases, he gets a tighter grip on Kaveh’s ankle and traces his nails along the soft soles. The sound Kaveh made could have possibly shattered a window, and it certainly caused Mehrak to jump up from its spot by the door, making a little angry face at Alhaitham.

“Look your weird toolbox is mad, be quiet or the neighbours will hear us~” 

“A-ALHAITHAAAHAHAHAHAM!!!!” Kaveh squirmed and kicked his legs as the assault on his soles and ankles continued, if he wasn’t already feeling the heat from the weather then he was definitely feeling it now. His face red with embarrassment and laughter, and his legs were in a firm trap, Alhaitham having wrapped his own around them to keep him in place.

“Whhhheeheheheeheheyyyyyyyy!!! MEHRAK HEHEHEHEELLLPP!!”

The poor toolbox was confused, looking back and forth between the two, eventually deciding that nothing was needed doing and it reverted back to its sleep-state. “Heh, looks like it doesn’t think you’re under any threat.” Alhaitham continued to spider his fingers along Kaveh’s soles.

“I AM UNDER THREAT! I AM UNDER THREEEAHAHAHAHAHT!!!”

Kaveh began jerking his entire body to try and escape the younger man's grip to no avail, picking up a pillow instead and smacking him with it while the ticklish sensations continued to travel up his legs from his feet. It was becoming too unbearable and he was getting desperate, why did his feet have to be so sensitive? Stupid Alhaitham with his stupid smirk on his face and his stupid strength because he secretly isn’t a feeble scholar…

Kaveh made a squeaking sound as Alhaitham focused on his arches, “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEERREEE!!! F-Fuck off you ass!!” Through his tears of laughter the older genius finally realised he could start to tickle Alhaitham’s feet in return as they were right there wrapped around him. 

“T-Take this!” Kaveh weakly began to scribble the scribe’s soles in return, earning a soft chuckle from the younger man.

“Quihit that~” Alhaitham’s feet weren’t as ticklish as Kaveh but he could feel his grip loosening on his senior.

“N-No! Stop tickling me and I-I will stop tickling you!” Kaveh huffed, weakly trying to retaliate. He then suddenly had a wonderful idea… “Mehrak! Mehrak I am under threat! Get Alhaitham for me!” Kaveh pleaded with his toolbox companion who was idle on the floor, it perked up upon hearing its name called and made a curious emote on its small screen. “Mehrak grab his hands!”

Alhaitham found himself quickly restrained by Mehrak’s telekinetic abilities, leaving him highly vulnerable, “K-Kaveh… What is this? Don’t… Don’t even think about it….” 

“Don’t even think about what?”

“I am not falling for that… Do. Not. Tickle. Me.” Alhaitham tried to sound serious but his little smile was giving it away. Kaveh knows Alhaitham can be more ticklish when he is unable to stop it, so now was the perfect opportunity.

“Ah sorry my age must be affecting my hearing!” Kaveh teased before gently scritching the underside of Alhaitham’s toes. He immediately lets out a half covered snort and can’t help but kick his legs softly, “K-Kaveh! Pff- hnng- ugh stahap!” A soft squeak comes out as Alhaitham feels himself getting warmer, probably just from the hot summer day- definitely not the tickling. Kaveh’s nails were exploring other areas of his feet now and he couldn't hold it much longer, it also didn’t help that his arms were currently being restrained by his roommate's weird suitcase.

“K-Kaveheheh… s-stop that! Pff- Nohohoho!” The ticklish feeling on his arches now were becoming too much and a few soft squeaks escaped the younger man's mouth, he desperately tries to free his hands from Mehrak to cover his face but the telekinesis is strong.

“Nuh-uh Alhaitham~ No trying to escape now, not until I hear a proper laugh!” The blond softly rakes both of Alhaitham’s feet, the sensations traveling from his feet and through his whole body are too much and he finally gives in. 

“Pfffff- NAHAHAHAAA STAHAHAAAP!! Heheheheheh! Quihihit ihihit K-Kaveehhehehh!!!” The Scribe can only throw his head back and let out a raspy laugh with the occasional squeak, much to his dismay and Kaveh’s delight, “Aw is my junior a bit sensitive? Tickle tickle tickle!” The architect teases as he continues his ticklish attack on Alhaitham’s feet. 

“K-Kaveh I swear hahaha- Ahhh! D-Dohohohon’t!!” Alhaitham feels Kaveh’s fingers make their way up the back of his leg to his knees, “KAVEH Dooooon’t!!!!!”

“He finally gives in! I knew you loved it when I tickle you~”

“AHAHAHA! NOOOHHOHOHOO!”

“Ah-ha-hah- yes don’t you mean?” Kaveh smirks as he gets to see this softer and less restrained side of Alhaitham.

“AAAH!! OKAY OKAY!!! I GIVE I GIHIHIHIHIIIVE!!!” 

Kaveh seems to snap back into the reality that it is a really hot day, not realising how red and sweaty the two of them have become on the couch. He lets the scribe go and commands Mehrak to release his arms, of which Alhaitham immediately brings down to wipe his bangs out of his face. Kaveh can’t help but blush and think how good Alhaitham looks when his hair isn’t covering his eyes…

“Ah… heh sorry, but it was nice to have the upper hand in a tickle fight for once~” 

“You cheated… using your stupid toolbox…”

“Hey! Mehrak is not stupid! Don’t make me get it again so I can tickle you elsewhere!”

Alhaitham tossed one of the cushions at Kaveh’s head, “Not on a day like this… jeez I am sweating so much, I think a cold shower is in order… ugh.”

“Well, this is what you get for tickling me! You should have known better than to start this on a day like today…”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be so ticklish.”

“Hey!”

[wishitweresummer]

[laysidel]

guys guys I made something!!!

[littlestrawberrymouse]

Excuse me, do you have the time?

Oh sorry, I know what time it is. It’s time for you to let loose and laugh a little! *smiles and waves makeup brush like it’s a way of greeting lees*

hdosjwbvfi 😵‍💫

please

[unnamable-lee]

oh my gosh your art is so cute- if you're still doing requests maybe lee!Plasma Ball and ler!Caramel Cube from PPT2 please? :]

i had nothing to do for an hour and half in class soooo here we go :] !!

i hope i did them justice- this is my first time drawing either of them

[witchy-giggles]

Alright, listen up Nanbaka

You're gonna show me this man

who has a tail

and sharp teeth

who can be super cute when he genuinely smiles

and can be a cute little dork

but also smirks liKE THIS

And gives tHIS COCKY SMIRK WHILE CHAINED UP

And im not supposed to see him as a cocky bratty switch that baits his ler into wrECKING his shit but would also be an EVIL LER that dESTROYS his lee tenfold???

Yeah okay 🙄

[toadallytickles]

How ticklish are your armpits? :)

Hm! A good spot but not a worst spot of mine! Like a 6 out of 10 ticklishness! I react better to lighter armpit tickles, or if my armpit hair is played with, or if I’m tickled there laying on my stomach! :)

[melanthanyx]

I wonder... what would happen if I held your arms above your head, holding your wrists with one of mine? My other hand slowly snaking under your shirt, lightly tracing my nails over your stomach and your sides? What if this went on for hours, no breaks, only light, quick tracing? I wonder.

Youuuu can keep wondering cause that, that is cheeky and eee we'll bonk you if you dare try!! 🙈😝

[wishitweresummer]

Tickle War (Sapnap x Quackity x KarlJacobs)

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Domestic bliss, kissing (a small bit), and feet tickling.

Karl batted Sapnap's hands away from his waist for the third time this morning.

"You're going to mess up the omelette!", he giggled. Sapnap leaned back against the counter near the furnace and smirked at Karl. When his flustered fiancé wouldn't meet his eyes he laughed and watched his hands instead. Karl delicately folded the egg over to create a beautiful omelette. It was quickly transferred onto a plate and slid onto the counter behind Sapnap. He grinned as Karl switched off the furnace and trapped him against the counter with a hand at either side of his body.

"What?", Sapnap smiled with his eyes on Karl's lips. They trailed up to find his eyes narrowed. He relaxed back into the counter and closed his eyes as soft lips overtook his. Sapnap smiled into the kiss, humming at how sweet it felt. He wrapped his arms around Karl's neck and melted.

"You're a troublemaker...", Karl murmured into his lips and suddenly there were fingers pinching at his waist. Sapnap squeaked embarrassingly into the kiss and ripped his arms down. Suddenly, Karl had him pressed against the counter and tickly hands were crawling up his shirt.

"No!!", Sapnap cried out, giggling as he squirmed back into the counter and fumbled against the hands under his shirt. "Get out of there!".

    Sapnap was finally able to wrangle the evil fingers from his shirt and the two stood there giggling, bumping noses.

"Where's our ducky?", Karl smiled, pressing his forehead to Sapnap.

"Sleeping in wayyyy too late.".

     Sapnap and Karl sat at their dining table and shared the omelette as they chatted about their weeks. It was a soft quiet morning, probably from the lack of their loudest fiancé. The sun flooding into the house got brighter and brighter with no appearance from Quackity.

"We should go wake him.". Sapnap nodded at the words, then grinned when he looked up and noticed Karl's playful smirk.

"And how should we do that?".

"His favorite thing.", Karl lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers in the air. Sapnap nodded and bumped his chair back as he stood quickly.

"Let's clean up.", he giggled giddily.

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     Quackity was sprawled under the covers dead asleep. It was adorable. His mouth was open and tiny snores were drifting out.

     The plan had been to jump on top of him together and tickle him, but they found him in a position that left a different tactic wide open. His bare foot was sticking out of the blanket. The two eyed each other excitedly before crouching on the floor at the bottom of the bed together, the foot between them. Sapnap wrapped his hand around the small ankle firmly and gave Karl a nod. Karl scribbled up the bare foot with his short colorful nails. Quackity shrieked, torn out of dreamland forcefully. Strained cackles filled the bedroom as he desperately tried to tug his ankle from Sapnap's strong grip.

"Fuck you!!!", he cried. Quackity had twisted the moment he had woken up and his thrashing had quickly tangled him in the blanket. Karl eyed the mess over the edge of the bed and started giggling. They had been planning on just waking him up this way, but now Quackity looked so pathetic and his sleepy laugh was cute.

"Get him!", Karl shouted as he jumped up and scrambled on top of his trapped fiancé. Quackity yelped as skinny fingers found his sides through the blanket.

"Guys please!!!". Sapnap laughed as he took over the foot tickling. He played with the wiggling toes as he watched Quackity fall into hysterical laughter. He bucked wildly as he tried to get Karl off of him, looking pretty helpless.

      Eventually, Quackity broke an arm free from the blanket burrito and grabbed a pillow. A loud whap sounded through the room as Quackity smacked Karl with it and sent him crashing to the side full of giggles. It distracted Sapnap long enough to loosen his grip and Quackity pulled himself free and out from under the covers. He grabbed another pillow and clung it to his chest as he gasped for his breath. Sapnap crawled on the bed and Karl sat up, pillow in hand. They all stared at each other, Quackity panting softly.

The air sizzled with a dangerous level of playfulness. Eyes flicked back and forth, scanning for movement. Sapnap eyed the pillow behind Quackity and the other two tensed. He huffed and dove for it. He was able to grab it and curl up around it, but the other two let out war cries as they pummeled him with their own pillows. He giggled wildly under the playfulness. He pushed himself up, fighting through the attacks.

"Karl how could you betray me!!!", Sapnap yelled and lifted his pillow in the air to whack Karl with. Quackity dropped his weapon and latched onto Sapnap's sides from behind. He squealed and dropped the pillow, collapsing backwards as laughter bubbled out of him. "Quackity!!". He pulled at the hands tickling into his sides. Lips brushed against his ear and a squeak flew out of his lips as he scrunched deeper into his fiancés arms.

"How could you wake me up like that?". The growl against his ear made him jolt and he sunk down as Quackity sunk his teeth softly where his shoulder met his neck.  The squeakiest giggles poured out of him as he twisted.

"Stop!!", he whined helplessly.

     Karl tossed the pillow aside and leaned in, coo'ing at Sapnap's frantic giggling as he scrambled with Quackity's sneaky fingers.

"It was his idea, by the way.", Karl lied easily. Sapnap gasped.

"It was not!!", he cried out, then yelped and leaned forward. Sapnap shook with a desperate sounding laugh as Quackity held him by his ribs and rubbed his thumbs in circles into the back of them. He made a strangled noise in protest as Quackity turned him and folded him down on the bed, brutally tickling into the back of his ribs. Sapnap cackled loudly and clawed at the blankets. "No!", was all he was able to peep out. He reached back to try and slap the tickling fingers away, but Quackity shoved his hand into his open underarm. Sapnap curled and twisted, wailing helplessly with laughter. The other two coo'ed as they could suddenly feel heat radiating from their red-faced blaze-hybrid.

Karl decided he wanted to help with the torture. He scooted in closer and started pinching at Sapnap's jumpy shoulders where they met his neck. Sapnap's survival instinct jerked his spine straight and he pushed himself up quickly. The other two were only confused for one moment before Sapnap wrapped both arms around Karl's middle and threw all his weight forward. Karl cried out as he was suddenly staring at the ceiling. A high pitched yelp was torn out of him as warm grabby hands attacked his waist.

"It was your idea and you threw me under the bus!!", Sapnap tried to sound angry, he did. But, his voice cracked twice and he couldn't stop giggling. Sapnap nosed up the shirt against Karl's squirmy tummy and pressed a raspberry directly into his bellybutton, still pinching teasingly at his hips. Karl twisted and shrieked, his laughter bubbling out through squeaks and hiccups as he squirmed and tried to pry Sapnap away from his middle. Another raspberry drew another loud cry.

Quackity leaned over Sapnap and watched Karl's face, feeling a little love-struck. Karl's laughter sounded happy and was beautiful. It entered his ears and sank into his heart. He looked down where Karl's legs were squirming underneath Sapnap's body and found an opening where he could latch above the knee. Karl screamed. Suddenly, Sapnap was tossed aside and hit the blankets with an 'oof'. The two scrambled on to their knees and suddenly all three were staring at each other again. Eyes darted. It seemed everyone was determined to not be completely ganged up on.

At the exact same time Sapnap pounced for Quackity, Quackity pounced for Karl. They were all dragged down together in a flurry of surprised laughter. Sapnap pushed himself up between them and tickled into each of their stomachs, they both squealed. With a rough tug from Karl, Sapnap found himself face down on the bed again. He scrambled against the blankets.

"Don't!!", he cried out as he was pressed back down and burst into anticipatory giggles. "Not both of you!!". He curled up in panic and screamed as four hands attacked his sides and hips.

Drowning in his own laughter, Sapnap desperately twisted himself onto his back and slapped at the attacking hands. Quackity and Karl leaned over him, their giggles sounded evil as they squeezed at his sides and dug into his ribs. Karl tugged up Sapnap's shirt and he yelled out in panic. Without thinking he reached up and grabbed a handful of each of their shirts, tugging them down forcefully on top of him. The tickling stopped as Quackity and Karl both did their best to not hurt Sapnap as they landed on him. Sapnap's giggles were frantic, squirming under the weight of his loves.

"Sap!", Quackity laughed as he carefully rolled off him and sat up, patting around the giggly blaze-hybrid. "Are you okay?". Sapnap nodded and grabbed onto Karl's hands as he also tried to make sure he was okay.

"We were supposed to be tickling him!!", he tugged Karl in closer, both of them giggling more as their noses brushed. "Help me tickle Quackity now or you're waking up tomorrow with cuffs around your wrists and my mouth on your tummy.". Karl's mouth dropped open at the threat and he pulled back, flushed.

"Okay okay okay.", he slipped out of Sapnap's hands and grabbed for Quackity, who jerked away with a squeak.

"Fuck, no!!!", he cried out as he was manhandled by Karl down onto the bed.

Now, Quackity found himself face down on the bed squirming desperately. The other two held him in place and tickled mercilessly into his wings and back. Quackity was in tears in no time, screaming with laughter.

     Karl's skinny fingers skittered through his wings and found a new muscle to tease every time they stopped. Sapnap's warm hands massaged dizzying circles into the back of his ribs and up at his shoulder blades. Quackity sputtered as he tried to beg, but would wheeze every time he tried to ask for mercy. His laughter cut out as Karl found a particularly sensitive muscle in his wing and he quietly convulsed against the bed, then a scream cut through the air. His cackles were deafening as he pounded and kicked against the bed desperately. Sapnap and Karl giggled at their helpless ducky.

"What did I do!!!", Quackity cried.

What had he even done? They could barely remember. Sleep in or something?

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[chastiefoul]

you should be asleep, key word being should.

yet amidst the quiet night and the dimmed room, you couldn’t help but stare at your lover who’s peacefully asleep in your arms, his blond hair in disarray as it softly tickled your jaw, his breath steadily grazed the crook of your neck. the lines on his expression that was usually sharp and pointed now appeared to be a little softer.

a burst of fondness resided within your chest, like waves crashing to the shore; again and again. as it keeps coming back, with no hints of stopping. loving nanami kento was the easiest thing you have ever done. and it’s not a moment where it makes the world stopped for a second, it’s always more like a yearning—a longing. a feeling as if it will never be enough, even if you decided to love the man with your entire heart for your entire lifetime.

you planted a long kiss on his forehead, moving to his eyelids slowly, his nose, his cheeks. and when it didn’t calm the overwhelming sensation on your chest you did it all over again, this time making sure to not spare even a single inch. even then, the sleeping man didn’t seem to budge, though there’s a slightest smile on his lips.

little did you know, nanami had been awake since the second kiss you gave him. he’s a little sneaky you see, quietly basking in happiness that he thought could at least last for two eternities. the feather-light contact peppered across his face, the touch of your hand running along his hair, your soft hum of contentment. as delight trickled all over his chest, sleep was coming back to him dangerously fast.

although, he’ll be sure to remember to wake you up with the same method when morning came. you know, repaying the little taste of heaven you just gave him.

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ "𝐰-𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!? " | childe, kaeya, heizou, lyney x gn!reader

ㅤ⤷ art cr

— it's time for revenge : teasing the teasing boys back.

󠀠󠀠ㅤ⤷ DARLINNGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAILLLLL ... gn reader, but use of adj "pretty", est. relationship childe + heizou , alcohol 󠀠󠀠and suggestive mentions in kaeya's, fluff

— ...aka , flirting back makes them malfunction. ♥

"Darling, you're so pretty today~!"

There he is — that sly little shit you call so fondly by name. Childe snakes his arms firmly around your torso, snuggling into you from behind.

It doesn't take a genius to guess he's grinning like an idiot.

(Your idiot.)

"Hm? I don't think I heard you right, say it one more time?" Glancing back at him with a cheeky smile, you hear the rumble of his laughter.

The harbinger presses a sneaky, little sideways kiss against the base of your neck, tufts of his hair tickling your jaw. "You're seriously too kissable today. Totally unfair."

He's so stupidly in love that you can't help but tease him, just a little. Changing positions, you turn around to cup the man's face. "Well, if I'm that kissable today, I guess I'll just have to keep that look going, won't I? Shall we test how fair it really is?"

There's a beat of silence. You count six seconds before he even begins to utter a choked little: "...H-huh...?"

He's so red-faced you almost feel bad. His skin is growing warmer to the touch, and he shifts his eyes, suddenly becoming a whole lot less bold than usual. Trembling slightly, he brings up a hand to hide behind, his now-meek voice reaching you.

"H-hey, who taught you that...?"

"Ah? Speak up, I can't hear you~"

"...You- You know exactly what you're doing to my heart, don't you?" He looks at you accusingly, guiding one of your hands to his chest, burying it in the fabric of his clothes. "Archons, it's beating so fast-"

"This can't be healthy, so hurry up and cure me."

"Cure?"

"..1000 kisses should fix me right up."

"To meet you once more, isn't this fate?"

Eyes that contain galaxies — and you, raise to meet yours. Kaeya smiles in a smile that's all mirth, raising a glass to let it briefly shine in the light. He stands as you enter Angel's Share, pulling back a stool at the counter.

...He wasn't a stalker, was he? This hadn't been the first time you'd met, nor the second, nor third — you'd seen this archon-forsaken man a total of seven times. Each time, the two of you had shared a drink, which always started with "ah, just one today" to you, face flushed, leaning onto the counter and spilling whatever was on your mind that day in its entirety to the man who sat beside you, listening with the occasional chuckle.

Well, it wasn't as if you found the idea of "fate" and "Kaeya" unappealing.

"I suppose that wouldn't be unbelievable." You shrug as you take your seat. "Since I've been fortunate enough to encounter you again, drinks are on me."

"My, how generous." Kaeya gestures toward his empty glass shamelessly, resting his chin on his hand leisurely. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

You beckon Charles closer, briefly whispering something in the man's ear. The bartender nods, walking off.

"How interesting, Charles seems to be mixing two drinks. A classic choice of wine, and your favorite..." A foxy grin stretches across the man's lips. "To think you've memorized my order. Should I write you off as someone staring at me nonstop or merely attentive?"

That smooth talker, with that insufferably charming smile — surely it was time for a little revenge?

"I'd prefer the former, but think what you want."

"Oh? I'm that handsome?" (Is it the dim lighting that makes Kaeya's face seem a little more red than usual? )

"You are."

You state it blatantly, as it is. As if Kaeya weren't expecting such a blunt answer, he suddenly clams up, coughing into his fist in a terribly not nonchalant manner. "You... don't tell me, have you already been drinking? What's with you today?"

"What, is speaking the truth suddenly such a surprise?"

"...You said all drinks were on you, yeah?"

Changing the topic? "Mhm, whatever you want."

It's hard to miss the way Kaeya's gaze burns.

"Then, round two at my place?"

"You're way too distracting, how am I supposed to get any work done when all I want to do is kiss you?"

And there it is, Heizou's twenty-second kiss of the day, this time pressed lightly on the bridge of your nose. Here you were, expecting the cool-headed man to be able to hold himself back during detective work.

You'd expected far too much.

"Heizou, you're the one who agreed to me accompanying you. No use in complaining now."

"Ah, that's where you're mistaken, love! Complaints are perfect excuses for kisses, you know." The twenty-third, on your left cheek, and the twenty-fourth, on the other.

"Heizou."

He tilts his head upwards, staring at you cheekily. "Hm?"

"Revenge." You cup his face. His pink cheeks are squishy, and you resist the urge to pinch them.

"...Pardo-"

You kiss him on the lips.

Heizou makes a noise of surprise, slightly jumping under your touch. He quivers for a moment, then goes stock still.

Seems like you've stumped the detective.

One kiss is all it took.

As you pull away, you're able to witness the absolute mess you've created. The Shikanoin Heizou's at an utter loss for words, his lips parted but words long gone. His cheeks, the tips of his ears, the back of his neck; he's so red-faced you can't help but laugh.

"My, that's all it took to render you speechless?"

There's a twinkle in his spring-green eyes as he gazes at you, shaking his head slyly. "Nope-! Not rendered speechless just yet- although..."

"...One hundred more kisses might do the trick?"

"A pretty flower for the prettiest of them all, mon chéri~"

A rainbow rose drawn from a sleeve, a pair of sly amethyst eyes, a cattish smile, and a smooth voice: Lyney greets you — or more so catches and stops you on the road. Something of a highway robbery, except this "thief" is more skilled in capturing hearts than valuables.

His hand snags onto your forearm, making no move to let go. "You player, don't tell me you say this to any pretty face that passes by?"

At the raise of your brow, Lyney feigns hurt. "You wound me, to assume such a thing... just how little trust you have for me?"

"Admittedly not a lot, Sir..." You scan him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze; You were sure you had seen the guy somewhere before. "...Magician?"

"Lyney."

"...Lyney, considering you've stopped me on the side of the road, it'd be daring to even call us acquaintances, no?"

"Acquaintances..." Lyney ponders the thought like it's enjoyable. "I can work with that~ Since we've been acquainted, won't you take the rose already?"

Partly due to his insistence, and partly due to pity, you accept the flower from his hold, not failing to notice the way his eyes twinkle. "Say," he begins, moving his hands back to his sides. "Do you happen to know what roses mean in the language of the flowers?"

You blink at him, rather unamused. "Sorry to disappoint, but I can't speak to plants."

Lyney, unexpectedly, grows silent. You see his cheeks puff outward, attempting to suppress a laugh. "I see," he speaks, breathily, like he is midway between a laugh and a word. "Love, beauty, perfection, wouldn't you say it fits you wonderfully?"

"...You have my thanks?"

Lyney's eyes are the shape of almonds, and when he smiles, the edges of them crinkle. "Not much of a charmer, are you?"

Is that a challenge?

"Then," you drop your voice a pitch lower, straightening your shoulders. "You have my thanks, mon beau." Combo attack: winking and blowing a kiss, you depart the scene as soon as possible for added mystery.

(You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you saw him.)

Now standing alone on the side of the street, eyes wide, finger playing with his side-swept bangs, utterly speechless and red-faced, Lyney's heart raced like it was to leap out of his chest.

"...Haha, what sort of magic is this?"

(a/n) this has been in drafts since like,, janurary. SOBBING.

look out for an announcement in a lil bit ^^

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