#that was a real rib tickler

[mishdoezstuf]

mask for my halloween costume

[dumbassfrommars]

OMG I’M SUCH A FAMOUS IDOL 🤩🤩🤩

[cookie-nom-nom]

The situation as I understand it

[siglai]

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who wants to hear my favorite pickup line ever

[otomiyaa]

Day 6: Order

Kuroo x Tsukishima | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 1K

"Ohoho. Interesting..."

Kuroo stepped into the messy apartment. Tsukishima was normally never this messy, but ever since Kenma had come over for a weekend, the most unbelievable thing happened. Tsukishima was addicted. To a video game!

"Welcome back," Tsukishima said. At least he said that much, but he wasn't even looking away from the screen. Geez, Kenma had ruined him!

Even Kuroo had to admit, it was a fun game. A game had to be very strategic and tactical for someone like Tsukishima to enjoy it. But that he had gotten so much into it, to the point of neglecting everything else, including Kuroo, his own boyfriend. Well...

Kuroo stood next to Tsukishima and glanced at all the dirty mugs and coffee cups surrounding him.

"Looks like a cafe in here," he commented dryly.

"Uhuh." Tsukishima didn't look away from the screen.

"Oh what, it is a cafe? Alright. So you're the owner? May I place an order then?" Kuroo joked.

"Uhuh." Tsukishima still continued to play.

"Then I'd like to order a massage," Kuroo said, and he paused for a moment to see the lack of response from Tsukishima.

"....A tickle massage," Kuroo said. At first it seemed like Tsukishima would only continue playing, but then he finally paused the cursed game and looked at Kuroo.

"What did you say?" he asked. Kuroo tingled, he finally had his precious attention. Kuroo had been away for three days on a business trip and the lack of fondness coming from Tsukishima was a little painful. Now that he finally had his attention, he wondered if he should stick to this spontaneous idea:

"Kei, I'd like to order a tickle massage. From you."

Between pouncing on Tsukishima and tickling him to death with the result of pissing him off, or simply asking Tsukishima to tickle him - Kuroo knew what would be most successful. And it came with a sacrifice he was happy to make.

"You mean... Are you asking me to tickle you?" Tsukishima asked. Kuroo nodded.

"Not asking. I'm ordering it, at your messy cafe. So won't you tickle me, Kei?"

Tsukishima glared at him. "But why?"

Kuroo shrugged. "I just thought that you never really tickle me."

"Because it's always you tickling me."

"Right? So now that you've had to miss your beloved boyfriend this whole weekend, don't you want to tickle him?" Kuroo asked, and he removed some of the empty snack packages from the couch to make room for himself.

Tsukishima was interested enough to put away the controller and he faced Kuroo.

"So, you'll let me tickle you? For real?"

Kuroo raised his hands. "I'm all yours babe."

Tsukishima inched closer and closer, and Kuroo felt a wave of warmth and happiness when he felt his boyfriend climb on top of him. Yay, affection.

Still looking like he was suspecting a trick from Kuroo, Tsukishima eyed him carefully and placed both his hands on Kuroo's sides.

"Right here? You won't stop me?" Tsukishima asked. Kuroo shrugged.

"Wherever you want. I'm not stopping you."

Without further comment, Tsukishima started to tickle him, and Kuroo let out a weird little cry.

"....You literally ordered a tickle massage, why are you making such a weird sound?"

"Becahause it tihickles Kehehei! Dahahamn it!" Kuroo thought he would be cooler than that, but it had barely been a minute until the silliest cackles already left his lips.

Tsukishima smiled. "I had forgotten you're this ticklish."

"PFffffahahah! Me t-too eheheh!" It was true, Kuroo was the tickler in this relationship. He would make Tsukishima laugh until he cried, he would make him giggle and moan, and everytime Tsukishima would try to get him back, Kuroo tickled him even more until he begged for mercy. So much that Kuroo barely ever got tickled.

"Rihihight?" Kuroo laughed, and he squeaked when Tsukishima's fingers wiggled against his ribs.

"Ihihis thahat ahahall you've gohohot?"

Finding Tsukishima's tickles still a little too mild, Kuroo dared to challenge him for more, and oh that worked.

"You want more? Remember you asked."

Finally finally. Tsukishima pinned him down more firmly, and he started to tickle Kuroo's hips. Letting out an unmanly shriek, Kuroo jolted and began to squirm.

"HEHEhehe! Fuhhuhuhuck!"

"That how you like it, hm? Would you like to order more?" Tsukishima teased, and oh this was definitely how Kuroo liked it.

"Yehehes!" he laughed. "It bahaharely tihihickles!"

Kuroo felt like such a greedy brat, but it was the exact way to get his boyfriend all ruthless and merciless. Tsukishima's hands finally dove under Kuroo's shirt and tickled his bare stomach and sides, and Kuroo giggled uncontrollably when those quick and nimble fingers scribbled all over his abs.

"How are you liking your order, sir?" Tsukishima said playfully. Kuroo squeezed his eyes shut and laughed even more.

"Ihiit's dehehecent ahahah!" he cackled. Tsukishima rolled his eyes fondly.

"You can just say so if you want to have more."

Kuroo was close to breathless, but he couldn't help but demand more. All of Tsukishima's attention, the uncontrollable laughter, it all felt like a relief after coming home from a tiring business trip to his ice cold boyfriend.

When Kuroo could barely laugh anymore, he weakly grabbed Tsukishima's hands and pulled him forward until their lips touched. The kiss was short and sweet, and really left Kuroo wanting more.

"I'm sorry."

Their lips had barely parted when Tsukishima said the words.

"Hm?" Kuroo hummed.

"I guess I've been a little distracted. I'm sorry. And I missed you," Tsukishima apologized. Kuroo noted the warm sparkle in his eyes and he was glad to have him back from the Kenma-curse.

"I missed you too, Kei. Is Tsukki-cafe still open? I'd like to place another order."

"Oh?" Tsukishima's fingers immediately began to wiggle against Kuroo's sides again, and he snorted.

"Nono! Ahah, Keiii. I meant to order another kiss. Are those still in stock?"

Tsukishima grinned. "Oh. Plenty." And he kissed Kuroo with the love and affection he longed for. Yay! There in the middle of Tsukishima's mess, they made out and no video game was going to get in between them tonight!

[havockingboo]

[show Theme plays. studio audience cheering]

“HELLO TO EVERYONE WATCHING ME! I’M YOUR HOST, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! COMING TO YOU LIVE HERE IN A STUDIO FULL OF COOL DUDES AND DUDETTES IVE NEVER MET BEFORE! HOPE YOU’RE READY, FOLKS, BECAUSE THIS EPISODES GONNA BE A REAL RIB TICKLER! NYEH HEH HEH!”

The Greatest, Most Puzzling, Daring, Dangerous, Mind boggling, Mind blowing, Dog attracting??? Show On Television!!!!

[ask-undernext]

SANS? SANS! WAKE UP!

what is it dude?

A HUMAN HAS FALLEN FROM THE SURFACE WORLD!

really? and you got a bone to pick with 'em?

NO TIME FOR PUNS, SANS!

ah, come on! that was a real rib tickler, ayy!

UGH! ENOUGH!

alright, here we go again.

WELCOME TO THE U N D E R G R O U N D !

how was the fall.

IF YOU WANNA LOOK A R O U N D ,

give us a call.

WE DON'T SEE HUMANS OFTEN!

we're l u c k y you just dropped in.

I'LL BE SO POPULAR WHEN I SHOW ALL THE MONSTERS WHAT I JUST BROUGHT IN!

hey, papyrus! mind your manners!

CAN IT, SANS! NO TIME FOR BANTER!

excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric.

YOU'RE JUST LAZY AND APATHETIC!

call me want, i got thick skin.

ANOTHER BAD JOKE AND I'M FINISHED WITH HIM!

WE ARE MONSTERS, THE AWFULEST KIND!

to mess with us takes a lot of spine!

[giggly-squiggily]

I wanted to write for best bofurin boy so I did :D

(Tickly headcanons below the cut)

-Remember how I said I loved Toma? I do- but of all of Bofurin this is my favorite character (Togame has my current series fave tho) SUGISHITA!!! :D

-He looks all tough and scary but he's the definition of "Wiggle your fingers at him and he's already gone." He cannot handle it at ALL.

-Soooooo ticklish- poor baby can't handle even the smallest of pokes and prods. A single jab and he's on the floor. Think spooked cat after encountering a cucumber kajkrakerkeaj

-His worst spots are his legs; thighs, knees and calves especially. Really, he's someone who's fairly ticklish everywhere (like Sakura shhhh) but if you get those spots specifically he'll be putty in your hands.

-He laughs in lower case; very quiet giggler. If you get the backs of his knees or his armpits you might get a proper cackle or whine, but most of the time he laughs in silence.

-He can't fight back to save his life in a tickle fight, so he just kinda covers his face and curls up. It's very different than when he's fighting for real; his main objective is to run for the hills and get away (Though if he's being completely real with himself he rather likes being tickled physical affection is his love language but like hell he'll ever admit that outloud)

-Umemiya tickles him the most cause of course he does jajreakrekje He does it for every reason under the sun: bad moods, fighting with Sakura again, wrong place wrong time, just because- it's not uncommon to see Sugishita a tad breathless and giggly post Umemiya's reign of tickly terror. (some say that's the first real sign Umemiya's in a mood).

-Wake up tickles are canon with this guy. He's a heavy sleeper even in class; waking him up can be kind of difficult. Suo likes to tickle him awake more times than not- and once Sakura tried it which resulted in a fist fight.

-Suo also tickles him to try and help "Fix is posture"; just sneaking up and grabbing his ribs all "Straighten your back." It usually leads to Sugishita on his knees in mirth, but he does kinda somewhat stand up straighter? No one can really tell the difference if they're being honest.

-If you think Sakura is a blusher, tease this man. Tell him how cute he is laughing and smiling and how "the big bad Sugi is so sensitive to a few tickles, hmm?" and he'll put the worst of Sakura's blushes to shame. He cannot handle verbal taunts at all; it's as bad as air tickles! (he also can't handle air tickles did I say that yet?)

-Not much of a tickler, but when it comes to wars, he's the muscle. He puts his long legs to use in pinning someone down for Umemiya (which- granted- backfires from time to time given how ticklish they are) or puts them in a hold no one knows where he learned from but dang it it works and leaves their lee open for tickly antics without hurting them so they go with it! If you here Umemiya go "Sugi, if you please~" Run- you're likely gonna be the target.

-If he DOES tickle someone...it's so gentle? He's got steel muscles and feather fingers. He's not one to really go in for the kill, but if he's in charge of pinning someone, he'll very gently trace their neck or arms or wherever he can reach. He doesn't really talk, but his devious little smile is just as effective to fluster!

-Poker. He'll reach out and jab sides and bellies from time to time but that's as far as he goes in tickle wars when he's not being assigned pin duty. It usually results in him getting wrecked (which was what he was going for- what who said that?)

I could yell about him for hours ajrkjaekjejk thanks for reading!

[spiderman616]

come on that was a real rib tickler

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

21: Aren't You Sweet?

A/N: Just realized that 70% of this fan-fiction is going to be/has to be me finding new ways to make MC and Sans yapp to each other about stupid shit and/or serious shit because Undertale is all about exhausting the dialogue. Will I run out of things to make these characters talk about? Let’s go gambling find out!

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Finding the little shop takes as long as Sans said it would. You didn’t mind it at all, you two managed to talk about useless things for that walk so it wasn’t boring. Sans tells you about the neighboring monsters, how they are, and the ones he’s most friendly with. And by that, he refers to the monsters who know his name and won’t tell him to fuck off politely.

“Really? But it seemed like those people at Grillby’s really liked you.” You furrow your brows.

He shrugs his shoulders, “eh, i’m a real hit or miss when it comes to makin’ friends. you wouldn’t believe how many of these guys hate puns.”

“Whaaat? But they’re always a rib-tickler!”

“right? they’re so humerus, too. i’m just an unappreciated master at my craft.”

“Dang, just like that one bitch who cut off his ear.”

“…who?”

“Vincent van Gogh. He was the guy of all time.”

“did you know him personally, or what?”

You sigh wistfully, “Man, I wish. I could’ve fixed him.”

“…” Sans’ smile strains, “i don’t think there’s much fixing a guy who willingly cut off his ear.”

“That’s what you think,” You smile, pointing at the building not too far ahead. “Hey, is that the shop?”

“yeah, yeah. that’s the one. huh, looks more rundown than i remembered.”

“Crap. You know, I’d totally step up as a hero to help reconstruct this place, and I meant to learn about it, but I just forgot to.”

“learn about what?”

“Carpeting.

“ah.” Sans nods, “there are monsters whose jobs are to do that stuff, anyway. besides, a human with a heart of gold-”

HOW DOES HE KNOW?!

“-and a pure soul? how original.”

Oh, wait. He was just teasing you with a prevalent phrase.

“Ah-ha ha, yeah… Uh, well you know, shouldn’t those kinds of stereotypes be welcomed? Or would you rather I have been a dick-ass human?”

“no, no. by all means, be that fairy-tale human we all know you can be. actually, if you can be like that one princess with glowing hair so we can have an artificial sun, that would be so great.”

You roll your eyes as you two stop in front of the store, “You see, I totally would, but I’m more interested in checking this place out.”

“great transition, bud,” Sans snorts a short laugh, opening the door first, “lady’s first.”

You give your thanks as you stroll in, taking in the sights of the small, cozy shop. It’s really familiar, probably because it looks like that bunny’s shop in the main area of Snowdin but just a little bit bigger. The lights are dimmer, but you appreciate it since it’s easier on the eyes. There aren’t any customers in here, however, there’s a monster man behind the register who catches your eye.

He’s pitch black everywhere, and small wisps of black smoke rise from his hair, reminding you of Grillby. Strangely, his facial features gave off a white outline that allowed you to see his expression very clearly. His shirt is green and unbuttoned, letting you see the white shirt underneath. He’s resting his cheek against his hand, reading a book on the counter without giving you two the time of day. His ears are interesting, vertical, and thick in a way you’ve never seen before. He looks tall, but then again monsters are proving to be larger than expected because of their inhumanity.

Hmm…

Inch resting.

This doesn’t look like the old lady Red Bird was talking about… This might just be another employee then. Sans gestures for you to go talk to the shadow monster, leaning against the door to wait for you. You nod at him and walk to the counter with a polite smile.

You put your hands on the counter and clear your throat, “Hello, there!”

The guy looks up and does a double take, widening his eyes at you. You think it’s supposed to be some kind of blush, but white, diagonal lines appear on his cheeks. Bro is so anime, you’re sure Alphys would love this guy.

“Uh, yes-Er-uh–” The monster clears his throat very violently, leaning back on his hand at an awkward angle. “-Yeah, whatever. Hi.”

…Okay… That happened.

“So, uh,” Oh, he’s still talking. “you’re not from Snowdin, right? Where uh, where you from?”

…Is… huh? Is what you think is happening happening right now?

You’re not sure how you feel about this if you’re completely honest. You see Sans from the corner of your eye, his smile is straining, and he looks just as confused as you do.

“Ah, I’m uh, I’m from uptown Snowdin? But I thought I should get out of my comfort zone when looking for a job.” You tell him.

“Oh, so you’re here to… apply…?”

You nod, “Yeah, speaking of which, I thought an older lady ran this place?”

The shadow monster nods in turn, “Yeah, yeah. My granny. She’s not here today, but I usually take care of the place even when she is here.”

“Oh, cool! So, I mean, how about it? Are you looking for some extra hands on Mondays and Tuesdays?”

The man pouts, “Just Mondays and Tuesdays…?”

You scrunch up your nose, “Is that a big problem-”

“-NO NO! Not at all! I-I mean, it’s slow here anyway, so you’d just be bored here if you stayed too long.” He widens his eyes, his strange blush deepening, “I-I forgot to introduce myself, sorry. I’m uh, I’m Pollux.”

Oh nice, like the star! You probably shouldn’t say anything though because this Pollux guy seems like he’ll latch onto any nice words you’ll say to him. He seems nice, but you don’t have the energy to entertain someone like that.

“It’s nice to meet you, Pollux. You can call me [Y/n].” You drum your fingers on the counter, “So… Uhm, would now be a good time for an interview, or do I need to fill out an application first, or-”

“Right, let me–I’ll be right back!”

Pollux closes his book (rip, he didn’t put in his bookmark first) and goes through the back door behind the counter in a hurry, accidentally slamming the door behind himself. You look back at Sans, that fucker hand his hand over his grin, shoulders shaking in an attempt to quiet his laughter.

How dare he laugh at your misery? It’s not your fault you can draw in bitches left and right, if anything he should feel sorry for you! Oh, to be cursed with Main Character energy.

“wow, that was pretty impressive,” Sans whispers loud enough for you to hear, “you really do attract all kinds of attention, huh?”

You groan in embarrassment, “You be quiet with that! Can’t you be sympathetic about this? Ugh, I wish Elliot was here, he could fix this.”

“who’s that? friend of yours?”

“Yeah, my best friend. We looked like a gay couple when we stood next to each other so we just scared away the hoes.” You sigh at his memory, “But alas, you don’t make us look like a gay couple. We look too hetero together.”

“…i thought we silently agreed to not bring those types of conversations outside the house.” Sans then realizes something, “wait, what do you mean gay couple?”

You can’t respond since Pollux comes back out at that moment. He’s holding a few papers and sets them down on the counter in front of you with an awkward smile. Glancing over it lets you know it’s pretty standard, but some of the things you might need help with from Sans since “Monster Family Type” is not something you know how to answer.

“We have another person working here Mondays through Thursdays so you’ll be seeing her, too. She’s uh… not very reliable.” Pollux’s expression twists into something unpleasant, “I hope you can get along with her. Hell knows that I can’t.”

You can’t help but grin, “Finally dropped that nonchalant act, huh? That’s good, I’d rather be friends with someone who’s true to themselves.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Pollux blushes tenfold as he hides his face behind his hands. The strange smoke that rose from his hair intensified to his emotions. You almost want to sigh and scold yourself, but you’re not given a chance to do anything.

“Oh, o-okay! I–Uh! Yeah, no I-I was just uh, I was testing you! For-For your judge of character, yeah!” He lowers his hands and runs them through his hair, looking away from you with a bashful look, “You uhm, tha-that application can be done whenever. If… If you bring it by next Monday, you can probably start the same day, too.”

You nod along to his words, listening to him yapp while thinking about Grillby because the motherfucker is so fine.

The place here is so dead, but you’re not going to complain about having an easy job especially since Pollux is going to be easygoing enough to just hire you like that. He asks you a few more questions before you can tell he’s just trying to keep you around for a casual conversation. You feel so bad but you’re not really interested and you’ll have a chance to talk to him anyway another day.

“Well, I better get going,” You interrupt Pollux with a smile, “I have a few more errands to run and I kind of want to spend today at home after, so…”

His smile drops slightly but tries to cover it up just as fast, “Oh, yeah. Sor-Uh, I sho-I gotta do inventory anyway, so yeahhh. I’m pretty busy.”

“Cool! Don’t wanna get in your way then,” You nod, already beginning to walk back toward Sans, “Have a good day, Pollux. See you on Monday!”

He reaches his hand out to you before lowering it, “Yeah, I–Yeah, see ya…!”

“Let’s get going, Sans.”

“uh-huh.”

The skeleton, watching the whole time and thus understanding your desire to escape, already had the door open for you. You thank him as you walk out of the shop, sighing in relief when you hear the door close behind him.

“wow. that was… a show.” Sans snickers, “you sure about this place, [y/n]?”

“It should be fine, I think,” You shake your head, “Let’s get going. I meant it when I said I just wanna relax now.”

Well, he won’t argue with that. Dang, who knew you had that much game? You literally just walked in there and that guy was whipped! Sans recognizes that monster, too. Pollux is what the world categorizes as a “hidden boss” but he’s not actually a boss monster. As far as he’s aware, Toriel and Agore still stand as the only Boss Monsters in the underground. Anyway, he always knew Pollux was that type of person, but it’s still funny to witness every time. You should be safe working there, he knows Pollux isn’t the type to do anything since he’s all bite.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask,” You start suddenly, “the first day I moved in with you guys, you and Papyrus mentioned someone named Undyne? You said she was an authoritative figure, too. Mind telling me about her?”

Ooh, it’d be good to actually tell you, so Sans does.

“he’s the head of the royal guard, paps trains with her pretty regularly. hm, what can i really say about her? she’s rough around the edges when you first meet her, but reliable to everyone around her. heh, you’d probably get along with her…”

You purposely fall for his words trailing off. Yes, you know this already but you need Sans to tell you first. “But…?”

“...but she’s probably the biggest hater towards humans like you. oh, ‘specially ‘cause you’re an adult? she’d take your soul in a heart-beat.” That pun was weak, but Sans didn’t like how bleak he sounded, “she doesn’t come around here often, but… you know.”

“Yeah… I do…”

Sans furrows his bonebrows, “hey, don’t sweat it, [y/n]. i promised toriel that i’d take care of you, and well… we’re friends now too, so i wanna make sure you’re okay too anyway. i’m sure my bro feels the same way.”

“That’s good. I-I hate being restricted, but I know that it means I really shouldn’t go places without you or Papyrus. Undyne seems pretty dangerous.”

“like i said, she doesn’t come here all that often. she mainly just stays in the waterfalls, which is just down the road from our place. so you can still go where you want on your own if you really want, just probably not that way.”

You smile weakly, “Ah, you know, if I’m being completely honest here… I’m not really in a hurry to leave Snowdin. I don’t want to die, Sans. Is… Is it bad that I don’t want my soul to be taken? Even though I know that my soul could be the key to help free you all. Is it bad that I don’t want to do it?”

Sans huffs a small laugh, his smile softening without him realizing. Damn, you know what? He doesn’t want you to get your soul taken, either. 

“No,” Sans says softly, “it’s not bad at all.”

Maybe that’s all you two need for now to come to a small understanding.

A/N: I'm scared that if I draw that npc monster that there's gonna be at least one person who's gonna say "i wont him in my mouth" and that's cool and all, but sans is already fighting for his spot in this fic against GRILLBY on Wattpad, Quotev, AND Ao3 and he's barely in this damn fic 😭

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[aresissad]

(said with a raging boner) i hate phillip graves so fucking much im telling you . i HATE him. in fact. let me tell you how much ive come to hate him since i began to live. there are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. if the word hate was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for phillip graves. at this micro instant. FUCK PHILLIP GRAVES. hate. hate.

Real rib tickler right here laughed my socks off (genuine) (no one has ever been more correct about anything)

[greasersgyatt]

Hiii <3 can you write an outsiders tickle fic where a female reader is really ticklish but tries her best to hind it from Dally but of course he finds out and takes advantage of her ticklishness? Dally is such a teasing tickler 🙈

{Yesss❗️❗️}

Dally and Y/N have been friends for a good few years now. They were two stereotypical boy - girl bestfriends. They would tease eachother, make fun of eachother just for fun and they would be reslly touching just for shits and giggles. They reslly didnt mind eachother, infact they loved eachothers company. Even if theyre both bitches to eachother 24/7.

Y/N invited Dallas over to her house just like any oher day. They were sitting in her bed while watching a horror movie and eating snacks. They loved having little movie days even if they did it almost everyday. It was always enjoyable for Dally to scare Y/N during the scary parts of movies because she would always give the best reactions.

Today, dally tried something new.

As they watched a new horror movie that came out, dally started to scare her. “You know this movie is based off a true story?” Dally said, glancing at Y/N as he tried to keep a straight face. “Shut up Dally, Its not!” Y/N nervously chuckled, trying her best not to seem scared even though she was literally hiding halfway under the blankets. “Yeah it was. I heard that the killer in the movie was actually real and that hes still out on the run or something” dallas replied, focusing his eyes back onto the tv where the movie was playing. “Cut your shit. I’m not that dumb to believe your shitty lies” Y/N groaned. She knew dally too well to fall for that. “Well, its not gonna be me who is gonna be out with you, protecting you from him” dallas smirked, knowing that Y/N didn’t believe his bullshit. “Ha, you think i need protection? Especially by you? Youre really funny, dallas” Y/N said, laughing lightly in his face. “Im gonna be the one laughing when your ass gets beat and murdered” dallas muttered quietly under his breath. He purposely said it quietly to tick Y/N off. Y/N glared at dallas. “I can protect myself you dumbass” Y/N said,rolling her eyes. “As if” Dallas added on, laughing as he poked her side to mess with her. Suddenly, Y/N squealed. Her face heated up red with embarrassment. Dallas stared at her with the most shocked but evil grin ever. “You ticklish, Y/N?” Dallas asked playfully. The grin never wiped off his face as he waited for an answer. “..no? Just caught me off guard” Y/N replied back but never looked at Dallas. She was too embarrassed to. “You sure, ma’am?” Dallas asked, not believing her for a second. “Yeah,now watch the movie you dork” Y/N muttered, forcing herself to keep her eyes strictly on the tv screen and nowhere else. “Oh yea? Lets see if youre lying, shall we?” Dallas insisted before creeping his hands behind Y/N’s back slowly. Y/N could already feel the tickly feeling creeping on her sides just from how dallas is taking his sweet ass time. She tried to block her sides with her elbows but she was too late.

Dallas suddenly dug his fingers into her sides, wiggling them all around. Y/N’s soft laughter filled up the room pretty quickly. “Dahahallas!!-” she screamed through her laughter. “Stahahawp it yohohou shithehehead!!” She added on. “Thought you werent ticklish?” Dallas whispered into her ear purposely pushing the air out from his lips harshly so that she could feel the tingly feeling on the side of her neck. That worked so well. It had her squirming her neck to the side, giggling aswell as trying to shove dallas’s hands away from her body. Dallas was too smart for that tho. He moved his hands quickly to different spots so that 1) she couldn’t get used to the feeling of tickling in one spot. 2) so she couldnt smack his hand away at any time. “Awh, does it ti- ti- tickle?” Dallas snickered, moving his hand up to Y/N’s ribs, then to her hips. Her hips made her laugh so uncontrollably. “cuhuhut it ohohout!!” She shrieked. dallas couldnt help himself but continue for another few minutes until Y/N was practically begging to be let go. “Im gohonna get yohohou back..” Y/N giggled out though he probably wasnt too serious about it. “Sure you will” dallas smirked.

[unbeleevable]

Forgot how lee I was until I heard "that was a real rib tickler" during a call.

The fact that I instantly froze in place is actually insane

[d1strxct]

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“Hey, have you seen my hat ‘round here? I coulda sworn it was on the table.”

Looking up from your place on the couch, you shook your head at Cassidy. He had the most confused face you’ve ever seen, and it took everything in you not to giggle at his predicament. Of course you knew where it was, as you were the one who had taken it.

He stared at you for a good minute, and when you made no signs of lying, he hummed and spun on his heel to go back down the hallway.

“Alright then. I’ll go ask Hanzo if he’s seen it. I bet ya he took it with how stealthy he is.”

You smirked to yourself and continued scrolling on your phone. To you, it was hilarious seeing him so puzzled. After a few minutes of nonchalant browsing, you heard yells from Hanzo’s room.

“Are you accusing me of taking your hat?”

“I have reason to believe it was you!”

“Cole for the last time, I did not steal your hat!”

You snorted quietly at hearing the two grumpy men bantering. It was always entertaining to listen to them argue over little things. It went silent for a few moments, and then all of a sudden, loud laughter could be heard from down the hall. Was that… Hanzo’s laughter?

You put your phone down on your lap to focus on the conversation better.

“No! Noho! Don’t tickle me! Cole!”

Your blood ran cold at hearing those words. Cole Cassidy was a ruthless tickler and you did NOT want to be at the hands of him. You felt a bit of pity for the Shimada, but you still couldn’t help but find the whole situation funny.

“Just tell me where you put it and I won’t go for your ribs!”

Over his loud cackling, you just barely heard him say your name. That traitor!

“I saw them take it! Now- haha, please!”

That was your queue to leave. You quickly leaped off the couch and ran the opposite way of Cassidy’s loud yelling of your name.

Behind you, you heard the door to Hanzo’s room open and the rapid pounding of footsteps follow after you.

“Get back here, ya little fraud!”

You traveled through the seemingly endless hallways and turned left and right at each new opening. Cassidy’s steps never strayed too far though. He was hot on your tail and you were running out of stamina. Running down one more hallway, you took your chances with the door on the right, which trapped you right into a dead end.

‘Well, I had a good life,’ you thought.

Slowly turning around with a sigh, you saw Cole standing directly in front of you, an irritated yet playful look etched onto his features.

“So, ya wanna fess up or deal with this the hard way?” His voice showed no real anger and you let a guilty smile creep onto your face.

“I didn’t take it?”

He let out a deep chuckle and shook his head. Stepping towards you, he looked at you in the eyes. His gruff voice spoke out.

“Well, you had a good life.”

With that, he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulder. You yelped and grunted as he started walking back the way you both came from.

“Hey! Put me down, Cole!” You gently slapped and hit his back, yet your efforts were futile. His stronghold never once loosened and, soon enough, you were back on the couch.

He took your phone that was left there and moved it onto the small stand next to the couch. Lightly tossing you on the couch, you grunted and made a move to get back up, but he put a firm hand on your shoulder and lowered you back down. He repositioned his leg on the other side of yours to straddle your waist and you gulped.

“W-wait! Let’s talk about this!”

Cassidy smirked and narrowed his eyes at you. “We did, and you lied right to my face.” His hands grasped your wrists and put them under his knees, rendering you immobile. Anticipatory giggles slipped from your mouth and you couldn’t help trying to squirm out of his grip.

His eyes never looked away from yours and his hands crept towards your torso, fingers wiggling tauntingly. “I ain’t even doing anythin’ yet, why are you laughing?”

His fingers touched down on your sides and you flinched, a squeak leaving your lips. He didn’t move them though, as he just let them rest there.

“Any last words?”

A moment of silence passed.

“You look better with it o- no!”

Before you could finish your sentence, his fingers went straight to work. They squeezed and prodded and poked at your sides and ribs, earning a bout of laughter from you. You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut, involuntarily squirming around.

“Will you tell me where ya put my hat, dear?” Cassidy asks as he scribbles his fingers against your ribs. Taking a deep breath, you managed a “no!” through giggles. He shrugged his shoulders and moved his hands to your hips, gently squeezing the spot right above the bone.

“It’s your funeral.”

Your feet kicked out on the other side of the couch and you cackled. Shaking your head from side to side, you weakly pulled at your wrists, but they were still stuck under Caissdy’s weight. “Hey, did ya know I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the piano?”

Your eyes went wide and you fixed your gaze on him. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, that bastard. Leaving your hips, his hands found the vacancy on your lowermost ribs.

You shouted out pleas of “no” and “please,” but it didn’t deter the cowboy at all.

“I think if I press here, this sound comes out, right?” His index finger pressed on your rib and you squeaked. He smiled and nodded his head, chucking. “Yes! That’s the sound!”

“I think with a tap here and a scribble there, I’ll be a pro in no time! What do ya think?” He asked as he skittered his nimble fingers in the same spot.

You giggled maddeningly and shook your head. “You s-suck at playing the piano!”

He gasped and squinted his eyes at you. “Well that’s just mean! I’ll show ya how good I am.”

Before you could even blink, rapid fingers were scribbling on your ribs, sending tickly sensations coursing through your body. You shrieked and once again your head was thrown back against the arm of the couch. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once and you howled with laughter.

After a few moments of his ruthless piano playing, he let up. You greedily sucked in deep breaths and giggles poured out of your lips. He grinned down at you.

“One last chance to fess up, pumpkin. Or I won’t be so lenient.”

You blushed at the thought of what he would do. Of what he could do. But of course, you were stubborn. Sucking in all of your giggles, you let a smirk take over your features with newfound confidence.

“You can kick the dust.”

And just like that, the confidence was gone. Cassidy didn’t say anything nor did his facial expression change. His hands grabbed yours from underneath his knees and he put them above your head. One hand held both of yours while the other wiggled in front of you.

You drew in a breath and prepared for the ticklish onslaught. Closing your eyes, you waited for your death. Except it never came. You could hear your heartbeat in your chest and the silence in the room was deafening. Curious, you peeked an eye open to look at what was happening.

As soon as you did, Cassidy’s hand landed on your armpit, his swift fingers kneading the soft skin. A piercing screech ripped from your throat that could’ve alerted the whole Overwatch team, followed by boisterous laughter.

Cole was taken aback by your scream, but it didn’t deter his tickling. You tried to pull your arms down with all your might, but he was just too damn strong. Your body squirmed from side to side and your feet kicked wildly.

He switched to the other underarm after a few moments and more laughter broke from you. Deciding to use both hands, Cassidy let go of your wrists and quickly shot it under your other arm. Your arms came crashing down to your sides and you squealed.

His fingers softly scribbled against the hollows and he chuckled. “Aw man, my hands are stuck now! Lift your arms!”

In between fits of laughter, you shook your head madly. “N-no! It’s a t-trap!”

Now it was Cassidy’s turn to cackle. His head was thrown back as he continued to tickle you. “Now why would it be a trap? C’mon!”

If you weren’t in your current situation, you would roll your eyes at his innocent tone. You didn’t say anything back, not that you could anyway. Laughter kept coming out of your mouth as you squirmed as much as you could.

Because of your loud laughter, you didn’t notice that Hanzo had been standing in the room, a sly smirk on his face as he watched the scene play out. His arms were crossed against his chest and he leaned on the wall.

Cole turned his head to look at him and spoke. “Oh hey, looks like our little friend doesn’t wanna fess up where my hat is. So I had to teach them a lesson about lying.”

Hanzo chuckled and looked back at you. Your head whipped to look at him and you shouted pleas through your bubbling laughter.

“H-Hanzo! Help me! Please!”

He pretended to think of an answer, his hand coming up to stroke his chin. “Hm. If I remember correctly, I was put through torture because of you. So no.”

Even Cassidy rolled his eyes at Hanzo’s dramatic words. He looked down at you and watched as you stuck out your tongue at the archer through cackles and squeals. His fingers never stopped scratching at your skin throughout the whole conversation.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours of tickling, Cassidy could tell you were reaching your limit. He stopped moving his fingers and let them rest against your underarms. Taking deep breaths, you thanked whatever gods were out there for the moment of peace.

“Oh my g-god! That was brutal!” Cole smirked and removed his fingers from your body. The sudden movement made you flinch and squeal, and both men laughed. Cassidy got off of your waist and you quickly curled up into a ball on your side.

Residual giggles leaked from your lips and you took in deep breaths. “So,” the cowboy started, “where’d ya put my hat?”

“It’s in the cabinet.”

Cassidy nodded and walked towards the one you pointed at. Opening the door, he grabbed his hat and put it back on his head.

He walked back over to where you were still laying on the couch and grinned. “Don’t let it happen again,” he spoke, “or else it’ll be a lot worse.” He poked your side for emphasis and you swatted his hand away.

“Okay! Okay, I got it!”

He chuckled and strolled out of the room. You closed your eyes and sighed, enjoying the peacefulness. It wasn’t for long though, as seconds later you remembered a certain Hanzo who was still standing against the wall.

“Can I help you?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

Hanzo narrowed his eyes at you with a small smirk. “I need to get my revenge too for your little stunt.” He made a move of stepping towards you and your head shot up at him.

“Nuh uh! Absolutely not!” You pushed yourself up with the little strength you had left and ran back down the hall.

So much for a break.

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello Squig! (If I can call you that lol)

I have a headcannon that Kyogai (the demon in that mansion) has been tickled by some of the upper or lower ranks after losing his own! I feel like Rui and him may have a rivalry and sometime ago it turned into a full fledged tickle fight? Idk, there's no content about my baby and it saddens me. Regardless, have a wonderful day/night!!

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Heyo friend! :D (And of course you can call me Squig! Squig, Squiggles, Squiggily, Giggles, Giggly, etc- whatever variation of it works for me :3) OO, I haven't written for our Drummer boy yet! This is beyond cute! I've gotcha covered!

Footsteps padded along the wooden floor of his abandoned home. Kyogai would have smacked his drum and sent them flying hadn’t he recognized the smell.

Moss. Tree bark.

Rui.

“Come to mock me, Spider?” He growled, his bloodlust melding into annoyance at the presence of a lower moon in his home. He knew he should show some respect- even before he lost his number, Rui still ranked higher. But he was cranky and shamed and tired and figured Rui was only here to kill him by Muzan’s request, so he might as well go down fighting.

“You left this at the mountain.” White hands came over his shoulder, holding out a paper. Kyogai recognized it immediately, snatching it up and holding it protectively against his chest. One of his failed short stories. “Don’t litter in my territory.”

“...” Kyogai glared at the wall as he heard Rui start to leave. Then the Spider paused.

“I read it.” The drummer stiffened, waiting for judgment. 

“It was rather nice.”

When he was gone, it was only then did Kyogai let his tears fall.

~~~

“Back for another story, Spider?” Kyogai asked many months later, perking up when he saw Rui enter his domain. This was their dynamic now- Rui would come around when the mountain was empty or the demons there grew irritating, and Kyogai would welcome him with stories. He liked the child’s company- it's been far too long since a non-hostile demon showed up at his home.

“No.” Rui told him flatly, eyes glinting. “I’m here for a different thing.”

Okay- maybe he wasn’t completely non-hostile.

“Ah.” Kyogai smirked, putting aside his writings as he stood. “Very good then. You wish to fight.” Another development in their friendship it seemed; they sparred often to test each other's abilities.

Rui spread his hands, a web forming between them. His face was somber but his eyes danced. “Ready?”

Kyogai raised a hand to his drum, grinning.

Then, he tapped.

~~~

“Hooohohld on! Hohoohohold on, tihihihihihme out!” The drummer demon cackled and flailed, trying and failing to reach the drum on his belly. “Ruuhuhuuhuuhhui!”

“You never think about my webbing, do you?” Rui tsked, voice calm as he carried on scribbling along Kyogai’s ribs, sitting on his back so he couldn’t teleport away. “You tried to send me flying out of the room. Forget spider’s tend to stick everywhere?”

“Youohoohoohohu lihihihihilttle infehehehhestahahahhahasion!” Kyogai cried, cackling loudly when Rui dug into his armpits. “I’m shahahahharry! I’m shahahhahrry, I tahahhahake it bahahahhahck!”

“I got a story.” Rui declared suddenly, still tickling as his lips quirked up into a devious grin. “It’s called ‘The Drummer Man and The Pesky Spider.’ Ever heard of it? Apparently it’s a real rib tickler.”

[sunhated-a]

〝 HERE, listen, I’ve got a real rib - tickler for you ! Why did the robber break into the bakery ?? 〞

Frankly,  he  had  learned  not  to  question  it.  The  witch  would  go  where  she  pleased,  and  she  would  do  as  she  pleased.  Usually,  Muzan  would  be  offput  by  such  a  grand  disparity  of  power,  but  instead  he  lets  out  a  soft  sigh  of  resignation.  He  sits,  face  framed  by  his  hands,  obscuring  his  expression.

  "  ...  Lambdadelta,  please."  Of  course,  it  falls  upon  deaf  ears.  After  all,  the  cruelty  in  his  own  heart  paled  in  comparison  to  that  of  a  witch!

  "  Alright.  Just---  Why  did  the  robber  break  into  the  bakery? "