#tickle fic

[august-anon]

jason damian and tim arent gonna let dick get away with that im sure... 3v1 revenge STAT

Brother Wrangling series: 1 - 2 (you are here)

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based on when this came in and what I had published at the time, i just assumed that it was meant as a revenge sequel prompt to Brotherly Duties, so I hope I got that right sdkjfhs I actually had some ideas in my head jangling around for a sequel to that fic already, but I think this prompted fic works well as a bridge between the first fic and my own idea! so in the future there Will be a third installment to this series lol

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Brotherly Revenge

Fandom: Batfamily (no specific source material/continuity)

Ship(s): Gen!!! Platonic!! Familial!! No batcest here

Characters (lee/ler): Lers!Jason, Damian, and Tim & Lee!Dick

Word Count: 4684 words

Summary: Dick's brothers decide that he's gone unchecked for too long. They decide to team up and take down their tickle monster.

[ao3 link]

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Dick practically skipped up the front steps of the Manor, humming some earworm pop song that had been playing on the radio before he’d slipped out of his car. Alfred would probably chastise him for parking out front instead of the garage, but the main entrance was so much closer to the family den than the side entrance, and Dick didn’t have the patience for that extra minute, short as it was. Because it was movie night.

Movie nights were far harder to coordinate than family dinners, but Dick lived for them. He got to force as much of his family as he could onto the couches — or maybe even cajole them into building a blanket fort — wrap himself with blankets and cuddles to chase off the chill, and spend time with his far-too-busy family for a well-needed night off patrol.

Of course, one of the downfalls of a far-too-busy family that worked nights was that movie night rarely had a full house, just like tonight. Bruce was off in another country with the JL, the girls had a big case they couldn’t afford to take the night off for, and Duke was on a weekend-long school trip to Metropolis. Dick just hoped the remaining Birds of Prey were able to handle Gotham that evening – if another movie night got interrupted by an Arkham breakout, Dick was going to scream.

As he ventured deeper into the Manor, the buttery smell of popcorn filled his nose. He could hear his brothers talking, but miraculously, there were no arguments. They must have already argued out the movie pick before he got there. He nearly ran smack into Alfred as he rushed down the hall, knocking half his armful of bedding to the floor. He grinned sheepishly as Alfred raised an eyebrow, leaning down to pick up the mess.

“Welcome home, Master Dick.”

“Hey, Alfred. They starting without me?”

“I believe they were growing impatient, sir. Something about you ‘always being late?’”

Dick gave an exaggerated gasp, whirling around to head towards the den. Alfred followed behind at a more sedate pace. He tossed his armful of blankets aside when he got there.

“I am not always late!” Dick grabbed for the nearest brother – Tim, as it happened, and trapped him in the tightest tickle-hug he could. “You try driving in all the way from Blud – I’m perfectly on time!”

Tim shrieked with laughter, trying to fight his way out of Dick��s arms. “I wasn’t even the one who said it!”

“Who said it then, huh? Tell me!”

“Jason! Jason said it!”

“Wow,” Jason said, sprawled in an armchair across the room. “What a wuss.”

Dick chuckled and stopped tickling, turning his hold into a real hug that Tim easily slumped into. “Watch out, Little Wing – you’re next.”

Damian tossed a throw pillow in Dick and Tim’s direction. “We are already behind schedule. Save your childish games for later.”

Dick released Tim, giving him a hair ruffle for good measure. “Maybe Dami wants to be next instead, hm?” He formed his hands into claws, allowing a mischievous grin to spread across his face. “Maybe all the Gotham grumps need a visit from the tickle monster before we have movie night.”

“I would suggest being cautious trifling with your siblings today, Master Dick,” Alfred said as he entered the room, adding his stack of bedding to a neat pile being formed on one of the sofas. Looked like it was a blanket fort night.

Dick snorted. “And why’s that?”

“Jay’s been on a rampage,” Tim stage-whispered.

“Indeed.” Damian glared at Jason. “We’ve already had to endure such foolish activities once tonight.”

Dick raised an eyebrow in Jason’s direction.

Jason raised one back. “Someone had to win the movie pick argument. I got sick of listening to them sniping at each other.”

“And I’m sure you did no sniping of your own.”

Jason bared his teeth in an aggressively fake smile. “Watch it. You’re more than deserving of comeuppance, Dickhead.”

Dick tilted his head to the side, bringing out his innocent, puppy-dog eyes. “What do you mean, Little Wing? I’ve been stuck in Bludhaven for weeks!”

Complete bullshit. Dick knew he probably deserved a healthy dose of revenge, seeing as he often went full tickle-monster whenever he dropped into Gotham. He’d avoided getting a taste of his own medicine so far, but he knew it would only last so long before one of his siblings — or even Bruce — took him down.

Tim and Damian both perked up.

“Richard is ticklish?” Damian asked.

“I figured he had to be,” Tim said, frowning. “I just can’t catch him.”

Jason checked his wrist, despite the fact that he wasn’t actually wearing a watch. “You know, I think we’ve got time for one more round.”

“Whoa, hold on—“

“What for?” Jason casually stood from his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “It’s not like you wait to attack, say, during Mario Kart.”

“You’re a cheater! What am I supposed to do?”

“What about when you drag me away from work?” Tim asked, his eyes narrowed.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t run yourself into the ground. At least I do it in a fun way!”

Damian stepped forward, his arms crossed. “And your interruptions of my training?”

“You’re a kid! You should not be training that much.”

Jason stepped forward, his steel-toed boots thumping heavily against the carpet. “Maybe you need a taste of your own medicine, Big Bird.”

Dick started backing out of the room. “You know what, I’m pretty sure I heard Alfred call for help–”

“No he didn’t,” Tim said. “He just left, he’s not that far away. We’d hear him.”

Jason rolled his neck. “Sic ‘em, kiddies.”

Tim and Damian charged him. Dick couldn’t help the fond laugh that escaped him as they barrelled into his middle, trying to wrestle him to the ground. Unfortunately for them, Dick was well-versed in playful roughhousing. He scrubbed at their hair to knock them off balance, then darted backwards to make them lose their footing. While they were disoriented, Dick managed to twist them both around so their backs were to his chest. He hugged them tight, laughing at their sudden panicked struggling.

“Should’ve known better.”

He started clawing at whatever tickle spots he could reach. Tim was easy — his ribs were far too accessible in this hold, and he lost himself to desperate cackling almost instantly. Dami took a bit longer, squirming and thrashing in stubborn silence as Dick clawed over his sides and tummy until — there, that little patch of skin next to his belly button that always got him giggling like the little kid he was.

Dick couldn’t help but laugh along with them. “Did you guys really think that would work? Come on, it’s me we’re talking about.”

Jason stepped forward again, eyeing Dick thoughtfully. “Looks like your hands are full there, Big Bird.”

Dick narrowed his eyes.

“I wouldn’t count yourself the winner just yet.”

“Jason, help!” Tim screeched, frantically trying to tug Dick’s hand away from his ribs.

Dick was gratified to see Jason’s mouth twitch up at the corners as he looked at the boys laughing away in Dick’s grasp. “Yeah yeah, Timmers — hold your horses, I’m getting to it.”

For a moment, Dick actually thought that the Older Brother Instinct might win out, that Jason instead might join him in tickling the snot out of their baby brothers and forget about revenge. That hope was dashed as Jason met his eyes again, smirking deviously. He should have known. Jason had always been good at holding a grudge.

With Jason still advancing, he didn’t have much time to think. In a moment of panic, Dick launched Damian in his direction, forcing Jason to catch him. Dick wrapped both arms around Tim then, brandishing him like a shrieking shield.

“Dick, no! You jerk!”

Jason set Damian aside like a disgruntled cat. “Arms are still full, asshole.”

Dick cocked his head. “Are they?”

Once Jason got close enough, Dick thrust Tim in his direction too. Jason, the secret softie, paused to steady Tim to make sure he didn’t fall flat on his face. Dick should’ve taken the opportunity to run. Instead, he darted around his brothers and hugged Jason from behind, digging his fingers into Jason’s stomach.

Jason doubled over with a strangled chuckle. Tim and Damian, after being subjected to more than Jason’s fair share of tickle attacks, eyed him as prey just as much as Dick for a moment. At least until Jason got an elbow solidly into his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

“I’m not letting this go,” Jason said, twisting around in Dick’s now-loosened grip. “You’re going down, Dickface.”

Dick saw eight different escape routes from where he stood. Six different ways he could easily take Jason to the ground. He knew he could defend against Tim and Damian’s attacks if he took Jason down – he knew all their moves, had taught them a lot of them himself. Dick knew how to win a fight that was stacked against him, especially against such familiar enemies. He was Batman’s first and oldest student, after all.

Dick let Jason tackle him to the floor.

He put up a bit of a struggle against having his hands pinned, but in a straight-out grapple – especially when Dick was already downed – Jason naturally had the upper hand. His wrists wound up pinned to either side of his head, grip tight enough that even with all his dexterity, he would have a difficult time twisting out of it. He was well and truly trapped. The anticipatory butterflies started swarming around in his stomach.

“C’mere kiddies,” Jason said with an absolutely vicious grin. “Let me show you just how to take Big Bird down.”

Dick growled, pretending to put up a fight to preserve his own pride. He squirmed under Jason’s weight, bucking slightly as if trying to throw him off. A twinkle sparked in Jason’s eyes and Dick had to fight down the flush that immediately wanted to crawl up his neck.

Jason knew he wasn’t really trying to get away. He knew Dick was letting this happen. Dick was never going to hear the end of this again. The mocking was already ringing in his ears now.

“I’m not a kid,” Tim grumbled, but kneeled at Dick’s side anyway.

Damian kneeled down on Dick’s other side. “How do you know where Richard is ticklish?”

“I saw Bruce tickle him down to the mats enough times when I was a kid. I know all his weak points.”

Dick gave him a mischievous smile. “Just like how I know all yours.” He kneed Jason in the back.

Jason grunted, narrowing his eyes, and he let go of one of Dick’s hands just to reach back and squeeze at the offending joint. Dick choked on his suppressed laugh, ripping his leg out of Jason’s grip. His free hand gripped Jason’s shirt, not able to reach his hand to pull it away.

“See? Goldie’s ticklish as all hell.” Jason’s grin turned predatory.

“Where do we begin?” Damian asked, shuffling even closer on his knees.

“Nowhere!” Dick said, playing up his squirming a bit more. “Get off!”

“Where’s his tickle spot?” Tim asked, scanning his torso.

“From what I remember, he’s a walking tickle spot – almost as bad as you, Baby Bird.”

Okay, he was actually going to kill Jason later.

Scowling, Dick kneed Jason in the back again, harder this time. He straightened out his leg quickly, trying to avoid Jason grabbing at it again. 

“Still not as bad as you,” Dick said, a saccharine smile on his face

Jason stared him down. “You’re gonna regret that.” He glanced up at their brothers. “Ready, kiddies?”

Tim glared at him. “Call me ‘kiddie’ again and we’ll team up against you instead.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.”

“No, you’re onto something, Timmy. You knock him over, and I’ll–”

“Damian, start tickling. Shut him up.”

“Wait, no–”

Damian, for once, did as he was told. Hesitant fingers started spidering against his stomach and the side closest to Damian, where his shirt had ridden up in his struggles. Dick bit his lip on a smile, jerking away from the touch. The reaction seemed to give Damian the confidence he needed, as he started to dig into Dick’s stomach in search of the laughter Dick was holding back. Being the youngest of all of them, whether it be the Wayne clan or the full Bat clan, Damian had the least amount of experience being on this end of the tickling. It seemed he was going to take advantage of this opportunity for all it was worth.

“There you go, kid,” Jason said. “You wanna get him real good, go up near–”

“No!” Dick shouted, actually putting some effort behind his squirming now. “Giving away spots is against the rules!”

Jason laughed. “Since when are there fucking rules to tickling?”

“Since now!” He whipped his head back and forth, giving his two youngest brothers a desperate look. “I’ve never told Jason any of your spots!” He looked back up at Jason. “And I never told them yours!”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “So?”

Dick gaped at him. “What happened to loyalty?”

“There is no loyalty in war,” Jason said. “Only casualties.”

Tim and Damian leaned forward again, as if on queue. 

“Let’s start him off easy. Domain – start up again on his stomach. Tim – armpits.”

Dick squawked as his brothers shifted into position. “That’s easy?”

“What’s wrong, Dick?” Tim asked. “Can’t take your own medicine?”

Dick wasn’t given a chance to reply. Immediately after the words left Tim’s mouth, Damian’s fingers were digging back into his stomach, clawing clumsily into his abs. Despite that, it still tickled pretty well. He was clearly unpracticed, but he was doing his best to mimic the torment all of them had inflicted upon him.

Then Tim started in on his underarms, and all hope of Dick keeping his composure was lost. Tim was always nothing if not precise, and apparently that carried over to tickling, too. His fingers travelled slowly around his designated space, paying attention to every tug of Dick’s arms or twitch of his torso.

Dick couldn’t help but burst into laughter, tossing his head back and finally squirming for real. He never could hold still while tickled, even if he tried. Everyone always seemed to find it hilarious; Bruce teased him about it to no end, and the Titans had a habit of teaming up to pin down every limb and tickle him breathless. He wrenched at his arms, but even when Dick wasn’t weakened from laughter, Jason was stronger than him. It would take some tricky Bat shenanigans to get out of his grip, and that was something that being tickled didn’t exactly leave him the brain power for.

“You’re all gonna regret this!” Dick called out.

Jason scoffed and muttered, “Yeah, right.” He raised his voice to direct their brothers. “He can still talk – time to kick things up. Timmy, ribs. Dami, sides.”

Confusion flashed through Dick as they switched spots, his laughter trailing down into giggles. Stomach and sides, they were pretty similar for the most part, but moving from armpits to ribs? How was that meant to be worse for Dick? Then as Tim’s fingers spidered down his ribs and Damian’s fingers crawled up his sides, Jason’s plan hit Dick like a truck.

“Don’t you dare–”

Jason grinned down at him, toothy and mischievous – a spitting image of the grin Jason wore whenever he donned the Robin costume as a teen. For a brief moment, Dick’s heart ached. 

“Boys, focus just on the side closest to you, keep up exactly what you’re doing.” 

The heartache was swiftly replaced by excited panic.

Tim and Damian exchanged a confused look but obeyed Jason nonetheless. It was the easiest he’d ever seen either of them take orders – maybe he should let them team up against him more often, if it would make them this agreeable. Team bonding and all that jazz.

And then Damian’s fingers hit that horrible spot just beneath his ribs and Dick lost all coherent thought. He shrieked with laughter, rolling his upper body away from Damian’s fingers as far as he could. Both Tim and Damian jumped at the sound, pulling away briefly. Then, Tim gave him an absolutely evil grin.

“Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

“Timmy–” Dick said, wriggling like a worm under Jason as Tim and Damian shuffled back into place. “Timmy, you don’t have to do this.”

“You’re right, I don’t.” Tim made eye contact. “But I’m going to, anyway.”

Dick yelped and jolted to the side as Tim’s fingers approached. He turned his pleading look on Damian. “Come on, kiddo – you had your fun. Let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

Damian raised his eyebrows. “Do you think me a fool, Richard?”

Jason leaned down, looking Dick in the eyes. “You deserve this, asshole.”

Tim’s fingers latched onto that awful spot, and Damian’s fingers weren’t far behind. Dick shrieked again, arching his back to try and escape, but with Jason sitting across his thighs, he had nowhere to go. He collapsed back onto the carpet, cackling like a madman.

Tim continued to be methodical in his exploration, feeling out the exact boundaries of the tickle spot by gauging Dick’s reactions. Once he’d figured that out, he went to town with every tickle method in the books: spidering, massaging, wiggling, tracing, squeezing. He was probably trying to find the most effective way to pick Dick apart, but Dick didn’t think it really mattered. Every single one of them made Dick lose his mind.

Damian, though he would likely stab Dick for saying so, was a bit more clumsy – but that didn’t mean it tickled any less. He started with pokes and prods, feeling out the tickle spot similarly to Tim, before going in with quick, sporadic squeezes that were absolutely ruthless on his hypersensitive nerves. Every once in a while he switched to wiggling his fingers deep into the muscles there, something that made Dick jolt every time, but he seemed more partial to the squeezing than anything else.

And the whole time Jason just watched, a taunting grin on his face. Sometimes, if Dick made a particularly amusing sound, Jason (and the boys) would laugh along with him. In other moments, Jason teased him, and Dick knew if the laughter hadn’t already stained his cheeks red, Jason’s words would’ve done the trick.

“What’s wrong, Dickie? Can’t take your own medicine?”

“Whoops, that one really tickled, didn’t it? Dames, do that again, he jumped like, a fucking foot in the air.”

“Timmy’s fuckin’ ruthless, huh? Bet you regret tickling the shit outta him. How’s revenge feeling, Big Bird?”

“God, if only Bruce were here. You think he’d break out the Bat-camera, take a picture of his golden child getting the snot tickled out of him? Seems like something the old man would do, the damn sap. I bet he’d put it on his desk in the study, and then you’d have to see yourself getting tickled to death every time you went down to the Batcave.”

This was it. This was how Dick died. He could barely even protest or call out threats of his own, he was laughing so hard. His brain had turned into absolute mush, though the space between his ribs felt lighter than he had in a while. Goddammit, this was fun, and that was something he could never let his brothers know – at least, not more than Jason already knew. They’d never let him live it down and he’d never go another Gotham visit without one of them trying to stage an attack. Not that he’d exactly be complaining, but he was the oldest sibling, it was kind of his job to tickle the shit out of the rest of them.

“Let ‘im breath for a sec,” Jason said after an eternity. “Just a quick break.”

Dick gasped for air as Tim and Damian pulled their hands away, looking far too smug for his liking. Dick breathed out a threatening chuckle. “Oh, you’re all so going to regret this, later. I’m gonna tickle you until you cry.”

Jason hummed. “Big talk for someone still pinned to the carpet.”

“Can’t keep me pinned forever, Little Wing.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “No, but we can provide plenty of discouragement.”

Dick matched his expression, twisting his hands in Jason’s grip. Whatever was coming, it was about to tickle like hell. The butterflies returned to his stomach in full-force, feeling almost ticklish in their own right. Totally not fair.

“Do your worst,” Dick said.

“You heard him, boys.” Jason gave his wrists a quick squeeze, whether reassurance or a threat to behave, Dick wasn’t sure. “Do your worst.”

Damian immediately took that as incentive to begin again, Tim following not far behind. They tickled everywhere they could reach – armpits, neck, ribs, stomach, hips. Expectedly, though unfortunately for Dick’s sanity, they both seemed rather keen on returning to that soft spot just beneath his ribs, over and over and over again.

As Dick cackled and snorted and wheezed, just generally laughing his lungs out, Jason gave his wrists another squeeze.

“Alright – keep an eye out for flying limbs.”

“Todd – what?”

“Jay, don’t let him go!”

Jason didn’t listen, freeing his wrists after just a moment more. His hands flew to Tim and Damian’s tickling fingers, but the laughter and ticklish sensations had made him so weak and feeble that he had no hope of actually pushing them away. All he could do was hold on for dear life, only letting go when they started to crawl up his ribs or try to sneak into his underarms, snapping his arms to his sides as his last line of defense.

Jason only gave him a few moments to process his newly freed limbs before making his own attack. The moment Jason’s fingers touched down on Dick’s thighs, he screamed. Tim and Damian’s fingers faltered, but they didn’t pull back this time, apparently getting used to Dick’s dramatic reactions. Jason squeezed at the muscles, massaging into pressure points just right to turn the touch unbearably ticklish. Whenever he found a weaker spot, somewhere that really made Dick squirm and his legs jolt, he honed in with dangerous precision until Dick’s laughter was almost silent. Tears of mirth were beading up at the corners of his eyes, his lungs burning with the force of his laughter. It was almost euphoric.

“Home stretch!” Dick heard Jason call over his near-deafening laughter.

Dick had no time to mentally prepare as the three of them honed in on every worst spot imaginable. Damian and Tim returned full-force to those spots under his ribs, using all the knowledge they’d gained from their experimentation to drive him mad. Jason, somehow having memorized all those hyper-senstive little spots on his legs from his own brief exploration, narrowed in on them with a marksman’s precision.

Bruce had never gotten Dick this bad in his life. The man only had two hands, after all – not six. While he was known to jump between the sweet spots on his sides and his ridiculously ticklish legs, he could really only get one side and one leg at once. Between Jason, Tim, and Damian, they could tackle every debilitating tickle spot with ease.

He didn’t even think the Titans had ever gotten him this bad. Sure, they would make a game of pinning him down and tickling him breathless, but even they had never been this ruthless. They didn’t shy away from his worst spots, but they’d never targeted them like this before. Probably because they didn’t want to kill him. His brothers had no such reservations.

The tears finally leaked out of the corners of Dick’s eyes. His laughter grew hoarse, starting to fall silent from the intensity. His lungs and abs burned from the workout. The sensations started to overwhelm him, almost more than he could handle.

“Okay!” Dick called with the air he had left, slapping one hand repeatedly against the carpet. “Okay, okay!”

Jason pulled back immediately, Tim and Damian quickly following suit. Jason’s weight left his body, but Dick barely noticed. He melted into the carpet and shut his eyes, his body completely boneless. Every limb felt like overcooked pasta, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand on his own right now if he tried. Dick wanted to be annoyed at them for going so far, he really did, but… as much as he hated to admit it, he’d had a lot of fun.

“I warned you not to trifle with them, young master,” Alfred’s voice rang from the doorway. 

Dick coughed a little between his leftover giggles, trying to clear his throat. “You know me, Alfie. Never was all that good at listening.”

Alfred sighed, though it sounded distinctly fond. “Quite so, Master Dick.” His footsteps grew closer, so Dick peeled his eyes open, seeing Alfred hold out a chilled bottle of water. “I suppose it’s too much to think that you might’ve finally learned your lesson.”

Dick gave him a tired grin, reaching out one jellied arm for the water bottle. It seemed to be answer enough, because Alfred just smiled and shook his head.

“I’m sure your father will enjoy seeing you boys getting along.”

Dick’s eyes went wide and he shot up into a sitting position, immediately getting a headrush. Damian and Tim rushed to steady him, while Jason snatched the water bottle out of his hands to crack it open.

“Did you send him pictures?”

“Perhaps next time, if you’d like to remain undetected, avoid screaming.”

Dick’s face, which had finally begun cooling down, flushed with warmth again. Alfred’s eyes twinkled with good humor as he turned to leave the room.

“Are you quite alright, Richard?”

Dick groaned, quickly returning to his floor time with a controlled collapse. A moment later, his now-open water bottle was pressed into his hand.

“I’m fine, Dami. Just tickled out.”

Jason snorted. “Serves you right.”

Dick rolled his eyes and chugged some of the cool water, careful not to choke since he was still lying down. Tim screwed the cap back on as he pulled it away from his mouth, having somehow stolen it off Jason already.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before you tickle me next,” he said.

Dick flicked him on the forehead. “Not a chance, Baby Bird.”

“We made him beg–”

Dick squawked, slapping at Jason’s knee. “I did not beg! I just said I had enough!”

“– he’s definitely gonna make sure we regret it.” Despite his words, Jason ws remarkably relaxed.

Tim and Damian on the other hand, eyed him warily. He let out a weary chuckle. “Don’t worry – you’re all safe at least until the end of the night. Now, somebody carry me to the couch. I’m not moving again until tomorrow afternoon.”

His brothers rolled their eyes, but twenty minutes later, Dick was half-dragged, half-carried into Tim’s very structurally sound pillow fort as Jason set up the movie. Damian helped Alfred carry in some snacks (and Alfred definitely looked constipated at the sight of all the junk food) before immediately cuddling up to Dick’s side without even a complaint. Five minutes later, he had a pile of brothers on top of him while some period piece played on the TV.

It was nice. Dick was warm, surrounded by his brothers, and eating his weight in pizza and popcorn while he still could. His chest still had that light, airy feeling, though it felt like something was melting between his ribs at the same time. The feeling only intensified as Damian snuggled into his ribs and Tim rubbed his head under Dick’s chin like a cat.

But even still, Dick thought as he watched Jason stack snack cakes on a half-asleep Tim’s spine, no matter how sweet his brothers were being now… he would make certain that his revenge against them was just as ruthless. They didn’t deserve anything less.

[ticklishlersworld]

He just has that magic touch! She bursts into screams at even the slightest touch 😂😂

[lovelynim]

Intoxicated dream

Side Characters Deserve Love Too - Kyle x Joe

A/N: First comm out of the new batch! I can only thank @dirtpie39 for sponsoring my second story for these two cuties!

Also, once again, can't post this without thanking @/ticklygiggles for beta reading this for me. Thanks, darling ~

Summary: As Joe isn't exactly sober, Kyle decides to take her to get some rest, but ends up taking part in some sort of vivid dream.

Word count: 2959 words

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/alcohol consumption

[Also on Ao3]

Kyle froze in place, the world around him going silent when his eyes met Joe’s. This was definitely not going like he planned - something this simple shouldn’t be stretching out for this long.

He placed his hands by the sides of her body, supporting his own weight while she oh-so-casually wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked at him with a sweetened, soft gaze, almost as if she was in a trance. Kyle knew, however, that she wasn’t in one. She was drunk.

“W-wait!” The prince cried out, gritting his teeth as he resisted the pull, not allowing himself to be handled by the woman, “What are you doing?- Agh, hey!” Kyle gasped, feeling Joe’s fingers pressing into the back of his shoulders, dragging him down.

While Kyle struggled and fought back as much as he could, Joe seemed amused by the whole scene. The prince could feel a drop of sweat trickling down his temper, the heat gathering around his collar and the blush rushing across his face. The air itself felt warm, almost hot enough to suffocate, but also comforting enough to make him consider–

No! This wasn’t it!

“You’ve never come inside my hut before… Am I dreaming?” Joe mumbled softly, her voice gentle and peaceful, calm. A faint blush spreaded over her cheeks as well, and even if they were lost, her eyes seemed to glisten in the dimly lit bedroom.

Kyle opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Joe smiled at his reaction, giggling quietly.

“Joe,” he sighed, “I know you don’t remember, but last time- mmph!”

And just when he lowered his guard, thinking her clinginess was coming to a halt, Joe moved her hands. She held him by his face, gently but firmly, and pulled Kyle towards herself.

Before the prince could say anything, their lips met, stopping his words and thoughts in their tracks. He could still taste the alcohol lingering in her mouth and, hadn’t he been so shocked, Kyle felt like that kiss would have made him crumble right there and then.

After a couple seconds, they lips parted. Kyle’s face, still held between Joe’s hands, was even redder than before. She squeezed his cheeks slightly, smiling at his flustered expression.

“It’s okay because this is a dream, right?” She giggled, smiling fondly while her thumbs caressed his face. 

‘What was she thinking?’, Kyle yelled inside his head, trying to stick to his better judgement and keep in mind that she was drunk, not thinking straight. This had to come to an end, Kyle told himself. 

The prince slowly reached for Joe’s hand at his face, closing his fingers around her palm to dislodge it from his face. Or so he wanted to, but found himself hesitating to break the touch between them.

Even if she was drunk, her smile made his chest ache, as if the space around his heart suddenly became tighter than ever.

“Kyle..~” Joe called, tilting her head in her pillow while moving her free hand down to his shoulder and then to his chest, “hehe, are you nervous? Your face is so red right now ~”

He pressed his eyes shut, refusing to take another look into that sweet expression, even if it was just for a single more second. “Kyle always looks so cute, but in my dreams you’re extra handsome right now…”

“You’re not- h-hey, get yourself together, now,” he groaned, feeling a shiver creeping up his spine when her fingers roamed next to his ribs, pressing into the soft spots between each bone. “I s-shouldn’t be here in fihi- h-hey!”

[“He looks so serious, I want him to smile more…”]

Kyle widened his eyes as those words made it from Joe’s head to inside his own. She wasn’t just getting handsy, it was something worse, way worse!

“J-Joe, nohow it’s not- agh, gehehet off! Thihis isn’t t-the time for fooling aharound!”

No matter how much he tried to scold her, the only answer he would get from her was a lazy chuckle, poised with the alcohol from earlier. Kyle would push one hand away from the side of his chest, just to have the other one poking at his side. 

Besides that, keeping his balance with just one arm while being tickled was proving to be a more difficult task than he first expected. Kyle felt his muscles tremble, threatening to falter and fail their owner - and he couldn’t have that, not while Joe was right beneath him!

“Heh, aren’t you just so cute? Kyle is so ticklish… ~” Joe giggled, amused by their play-fight. “Kyle’s flustered smile is much better than a flustered frown… he should always be like this when he visits me in my dreams, heheh…”

“S-stohop the nohohonsense!” Kyle groaned, arching his back in a vain attempt of moving his stomach away from Joe’s hands. He tried to move and cover his ribs and sides, but her hands would always find their way back to his body, making those restrained, helpless giggles escape his lips.

“But it’s my dream! And I want to tickle Kyle in my dream…”

Such a nuisance!

He gritted his teeth, his eyes pressing shut and even his nose scrunching up a little as he tried to resist the urge to dissolve into a laughing mess on top of her. If that would make Joe behave, should he just let her have it? At least this would mean that there was no risk of her wandering around or running into some kind of problem, after all.

Against the better judgement, he lowered the hand that he was using to protect his body from the assault, placing it back by the side of Joe’s body. “D-dohohon’t be soho harsh, at leheheast!”

Joe gasped, happy and surprised. What an amazing dream, she thought (and made Kyle’s cringe with it). “Kyle will let me tickle him? This is the best- eheh, best dream ever!”

“I-I’m nehehever lehehetting you drihink again, you- ahAHAh, I- I tohohold you to behe gehentle!”

Those words, however, made it to one of her ears and then came out of the other, with not a single one of them sticking up to her intoxicated brain. Kyle scrunched up his shoulders and pressed his chin down towards his chest, hoping to build at least one effective barrier against Joe’s fingers.

She tickled his neck, managing to push up her fingers past the tight spaces and tease the sensitive skin. She tickled him at his armpits, prodding and vibrating right into that sensitive nerve in the middle of his underarms, hitting that soft spot over and over in a maddening way that made Kyle want to crumble.

Her hands continued to roam, and much to Kyle’s demise, to tickle the prince as much as they could. His ribs, sides, stomach, and even down to his waist. 

On the contrary of what Kyle hoped for, Joe didn’t seem to be getting tired or satisfied - at least, not at any time soon. The more she tickled, the more encouraged she seemed to get by his laughter and strangled pleas.

With a smile plastered on her face, Joe looked up to her fairytale prince. “You look so cute right now, heheh… chirping for me just like a little canary! ~”

Those words made Kyle feel like his stomach was turning upside down. If only he wasn’t so busy laughing, he would probably retort or snap back at that. Properly, at least. “S-shuhut it! AHAhaha, I-I’m nohot a bihihird!”

“Of course you’re not - birds are not this handsome or… heh, sexy…” Joe added, grinning as she cupped Kyle’s cheek with one hand while the tickled back at his armpit, making him twist in a funny way that made her chuckle along. “I also don’t have dreams about birds, just about you ~”

Kyle clenched his hands, clasping so tightly at the bedsheets that his knuckles were turning white while his palms trembled a little.

As if the tickling alone wasn’t enough to make him crave an exit from this awful situation, the teasing was making ten- no, a dozen times worse. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling shy or secondhand embarrassment, truth to be told.

That sweet talk was too sweet. Nauseating, even. He felt like he was being exposed to the depths of Joe’s feelings with no filter or social cues to hold her tongue - or fingers, for this matter - back.

And on top of that, the fact that Joe, of all people, was the one saying these obscene absurdities to him… Probably being thrown a tomato in public would feel less humiliating than this. He should stop her, Kyle knew it, but a part of him wanted to pry more into these feelings, to let it happen and see just how much Joe would be willing to share.

Still, there had to be some other way to do this than being tickled to his dismay. “J-Joe! Yohohou ahAHahre- ahAH, s-stohop sahahaying nohOHohonsense, you dah- AHaha, w-wahahait!”

“It’s not nonsense, your highness,” she cooed, cupping both sides of his ribcage and slowly wiggling her fingers up into the tight spaces under his arms, her thumb teasing his chest while she did so. “I wish I could stay in this dream forever, just to see you laughing like this, my dear Kyl- ah.”

Enough- that was enough of that humiliating talk. Kyle gasped, his hands that were on the mattress suddenly lifted from the bedsheets, his fingers closing around Joe’s wrists and pulling her hands away from his body once for all. In a blink of an eye, the control over the situation was stripped from her hands.

“I tohold you- hahh, to stop these absurdities, Gingja Ging!” Kyle scolded, his flushed face and disheveled hair contrasting his anger features. He still felt the heat around his collar, the burning in his lungs and the tingles on his skin, but above all that, Kyle still felt the embarrassment from the way Joe talked so casually about him. Yes, she was drunk, but there was only so much he could take. “You s-shouldn’t have pushed your luck.”

“Eh?” Joe giggled, clueless. In her intoxicated mind, this was all but reality, after all. Was the Kyle in her dream going to act scary now? This wasn’t really the Kyle she always thought about, but the idea of a ‘bad boy’ of sorts was… curious.

Still, these would’ve been better kept inside her mind only. “Stop having these foolish thoughts!” Kyle hissed, “you-”

“Kyle looks so handsome when he is angry, heh,” she smiled at his rage, tilting her head.

The prince opened his mouth to talk back, but no words came out. His lips, then, pressed back into a thin line, refraining from letting anything unneeded escape him at that moment. There was no reason, not at that moment at least. “Let me do it your way, then.”

With few things making sense inside her brain at that moment, Joe calmly watched as Kyle gathered her wrists under just one of his hands, pinning her arms right above her head. Her eyes shifted from where their hands were back to Kyle’s annoyed smile, trying to figure him out. Was he going to do something nast-

!!!

“W-whAHahat- ahahah, K-Kyle, thihihis tihihickles!” Joe laughed, her back arching off the mattress while the prince began to wiggle his fingers against her side and then at her ribs. His touch was rougher than usual, but as ticklish as ever.

In silence, Kyle shook his head, feigning disapproval as he continued to tickle. “Don’t start complaining now, you brought upon yourself,” he scolded, his eyes narrowing into a cold, sharp gaze as he clawed at her stomach, pinching and squeezing whatever soft spot he could get a hold onto.

Joe shook and pressed her head back into the pillow while free, careless laughter poured from her lips. “NohOHOH, ahhahah, t-thihihs is my dreheheam! I waHAhahanted to tihickle you moHOHore!”

“You- ugh, just stop talking at once!”

“K-Kyle, noHOHOH! AHAHA!! ~” She squealed, her feet kicking the sheets behind them as the tickling seemed to step up a notch all of the sudden. Why was the man of her dreams so angry at her? Wasn’t he just a cute, giggling canary in her hands moments ago?

She was as loud as she could possibly be, loud enough to make Kyle worry if there wasn’t going to be any inconvenient passerby to get the wrong idea about what was happening inside that bedroom, but, still, Joe deserved this punishment. “Spare your voice, I don’t want to hear whatever you may have to say!”

Despite the cold nature of his words, this was as far as he could possibly get while acting angry at her. The more Kyle looked at Joe now, the less sense this whole scene seemed to have. Maybe even under the effect of alcohol, Joe still had a better understanding of the situation than him.

“You should think about what you did,” he added later, his tone less fierce than before. He moved his fingers and focused his tickling under her arm, gently clawing at the middle of her armpit before moving further down to tickle her ribs.

Just like Kyle’s anger, Joe’s laughter was slowly dying down as well. Maybe because the tickling wasn’t as harsh as when it started or maybe because she was growing used to the feeling, but her laughter began to sound more lighthearted, tranquil even. 

She dragged her heels over the bed in a playful squirming and lightly arched her back, barely going anywhere as she was still trapped inside Kyle’s grip. Her cheeks were as red as they could be, but something about Joe’s smile made it look even more genuine than when she was teasing the prince.

And when Kyle realized these were none other than his own thoughts, his hands froze in their tracks, with his fingers pressed - but staying completely still - against her side. For some reason, despite Joe being the one that was tickled for the past minutes, Kyle found himself out of air at that moment.

His heart was beating fast and his chest felt like it was clenching around his heart when he looked down at her. Was this..?

The prince shook his head, trying to recover his better judgement of the situation. He sighed, getting off of Joe’s lap and running a hand through his hair, giving her a stern look with the corner of his eyes. “Looks like you had enough, after all.”

She didn’t answer, only giggling to herself while staring blankly at the ceiling of the room. Joe looked like she was in a daze, lost in thoughts kept to only to herself this time. Maybe it was better like this, Kyle thought, sliding to the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to get a physician, so… please, behave,” he muttered, hoping to not wake Joe from whatever dream she had going on inside her head.

However, just as he was about to stand back on his feet, her hand closed around the back of his clothes. With her tight grip closed shut, Joe pulled the prince back into the bed, quickly wrapping her arms around his body.

“Don’t go,” she hummed, quickly securing the upper hand and straddling his lap instead this time. Joe looked down at him, her smile just as wide as when she was getting tickled just now. Kyle felt his heart skip a beat, swallowing whatever words he had to say back to her when he looked at her face.

“This is my favorite dream ever,” Joe giggled, leaning forward to hug the prince and rest her head on top of his chest, “Kyle appeared in my dream… we kissed… I could tickle him… and he tickled me back, hehe…”

Kyle clenched his hand, feeling something funny stirring up inside his stomach. Her words reached him, one after the other. Part of him wondered what it would be like later on - was she going to remember this moment and cherish it like a precious memory? Or was it going to become a blurry memory, a feverish dream at best?

The other part of him, however, couldn’t focus on anything else but the present, but the woman he had just before his arms and the way she made his heart beat faster and faster, out of rhythm and control.

He sighed, his hand hesitating before wrapping itself around her body as well, turning that awkward position into a comforting hug. “So… am I always like this in your dreams?”

“Not always,” she hummed, nuzzling her cheek into his chest, filling her nostrils with his scent, “sometimes you act shy and then you get angry, but you always have that cute face and a handsome body… sometimes, heheh, I have really fun dreams…”

“F-fun?”

“Yeah… we are all by ourselves and… you and I… heheh…”

“‘You and I’..?” Kyle repeated, feeling his throat drying up at the sound of those words. Could she mean that they..?

…

“Ahm, Joe?” He called, waiting a couple seconds in the dead silence of the room before calling her out again. Still, no response. “Joe..? You, you didn’t fall asleep, right? Hey, Joe!” He called, louder this time, as he shook her body by her shoulder.

“You can’t be serious!! Gingja Ging! Wake up!! Don’t you dare fall asleep on me again,” Kyle shouted, now on his knees as he stood by her side, trying to get Joe out of her deep, deep slumber. 

“Why do you always fall asleep in the middle of these things? Heey!! Wake up, please,” Kyle cried, hoping that he wouldn’t be left to dream the rest of that story on his own.

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Skz AU: Captured—1.1

Lee: Hyunjin, Chan Ler: Han, Minho Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Okay so the warning below is more for part 2 of this chapter but I'm gonna leave it here just in case😅 this is still kinda intense

*this is going to be really rough i'm ngl, bordering on tickle torture so anyone who isn't comfy with that is advised to scroll*

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“Feels like we haven’t all been in the same place in ages. Remember when missions were simple? Just us against the world?” Hyunjin sighed softly, stretching his arms above his head as he followed behind Chan.

“Simple, huh?” Chan glanced back with a playful smirk. “You mean when you’d rush in without a plan, and Lix and I had to clean up the mess?”

Hyunjin let out a laugh, elbowing the older in the side. “Yah, you reminisce about those times the most!” He retorted, then grew quiet. “At least we were together back then. Now it’s like we’re scattered all the time. Even Felix—he’s been a ghost lately.”

Chan leaned against a nearby tree, sharp eyes scanning the surrounding foliage. His voice was softer, almost wistful. “He’s busy, Jinnie. You know how he is—always stepping in where he’s needed most.”

“Yeah, I know…” Hyunjin sighed, kicking little pebbles into the underbrush as if venting his frustration on them. “It’s just weird, that’s all. I miss my angel.”

A thought popped into his mind—another face, another name—but Hyunjin shoved it down as quickly as it came up.

Some people leave your life for good, despite how much you need them, regardless of how much you begged them to stay, he thought bitterly, shaking his head to clear it.

This wasn’t the time to wallow. They had to stay alert.

Chan smiled faintly, his tone warming as he spoke. “That’s our Felix. Ever on his feet. They find out he could speak multiple languages, and now he’s getting whisked away all over the base. It’s like he barely has time for us anymore.”

Hyunjin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pictured Felix buzzing around HQ, multitasking with an effortless charm. “You’re right. Lixie always comes through. I just… I miss him, you know? His little jokes, his laugh…”

“Me too,” Chan agreed with a chuckle. “But next time we see him, let’s demand some make-up brownies. You know he won’t say no to that!”

That earned a genuine, giddy grin from Hyunjin. “Make-up brownies? You’re a genius, hyung. He’ll fold in a second.”

The memory of Felix’s signature brownies warmed him, even as the forest around them grew colder and darker.

The place was eerily quiet. The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as they continued their patrol. It was as if the trees themselves were holding their breath in anticipation for something.

Hyunjin trailed a few steps behind Chan, eyes scanning for any movement, something about the silence set his nerves on edge.

“Hyung, do you feel that?” he asked, his voice hushed but tense.

Chan stopped, his brow furrowing. “Yeah,” he murmured, just as a faint rustle came from the shadows. The two whirled around towards the sound, blood rushing in their ears.

Before either could react, strong hands grabbed them in a tight headlock and the world blurred around them. “Fuck! Hyung—ow!”

There was a sharp sting in Hyunjin’s neck had a woozy feeling taking over his every sense. The last thing he heard was Chan’s panicked shout and the murmur of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. Then a heavy darkness.

“Okay that was the last of it. Jisung-ah, are you done yet?” Minho’s voice echoed in the dark room as he stood back and admired his handiwork. “Hmm, yeah! This ought to be enough.”

The two victims’ wrists and ankles had been bound to chairs as soon as they were brought in. Their muscles were stiff and sore and a splitting headache from the drugs had the duo whimpering in pain as they regained consciousness.

Hyunjin woke up first, eyes fluttering open to fall on Han, dumping a heavy box on a table nearby with a resounding boom.

He groaned in pain. The loud noise seemed to stab at his ears. Han whipped around at the sound, an unnervingly elated expression on his face.

"Oh! Finally awake princess? Thought you'd sleep forever." His condescending voice had Hyunjin's blood boiling.

"Jisung, you asshole." His voice dropped with venom and barely contained hatred.

Han grinned at him, "Are you sure you want to talk to me that way? You do realize the position you're in, don't you?" Hyunjin glared but kept quiet.

A voice sounded just then, making them both jump. "Who are you? Where are we?"

"Channie hyung..."

"You're Chris, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you from Lix.”

Chan’s struggling body went very still. “Lix……How do you know Felix? You motherfucker, if you’ve done ANYTHING to harm him, I swear on—”

The chair rattled violently as Chan struggled to lunge at their captor, a vein popping out on his forehead in anger. If looks could kill, Han would be six feet under right now.

But the man just laughed nonchalantly, as of Chan was a toddler throwing a fit. “Ooh, how scary~” He mocked in a high pitched voice, bursting into laughter soon after.

“Didn't you know? Lixie's one of us. We sent him over to your side as a spy.” Han goaded, pausing dramatically to let the weight of his words really sink in.

A maniacal smile appearing on his face when Chan blanched and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his bangs. “What?!” They chorused in shock.

“How naive, did Lix really trick you all that easily?” Han was prattling on, seeming elated that he had caught the duo by surprise. “Wow, I can’t believe how gullible you’ve become Jinnie! The Hyunjin I knew would NEVE—”

“What do you want?” Chan’s quiet voice cut through the taunting, giving the younger pause. Han observed him for a moment before he replied.

“Give us the location of the other three. What were their names again? Cha…Changbin! Ji—Jung? Oh! Jeongin and… Seungmin, right? Tell me where they are and you can be free!”

It was a blatant lie; he had just found Hyunjin again after an eternity apart and he wasn’t about to let him go so easily. But that was a tiny little detail they wouldn’t have to worry about…for now at least.

“What Felix couldn’t find that for you?” Hyunjin spat out, his handsome face contorted in disgust.

It hurt to think about Felix’s betrayal but Hyunjin knew there was more to it. There had to be.

There’s no way the other had betrayed them just like that. It didn’t make any sense.

Hyunjin resisted the urge to beg or even ask Han why he was doing this. He didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction of seeing him be desperate and scared.

"Do your worst, you asshole. I won't give you anything."

"Should I hurt him instead, Jinnie? Would you give me what I want then? Or do you not care about your hyung at all?" Hearing that nickname fall from Jisung’s lips sent a pang through Hyunjin’s chest.

He hated the way it had morphed from the familiar love to a deep-seated hatred. But when the words finally sunk in, Hyunjin froze; wide, scared eyes turning to look at Chan.

"You wouldn't." He sounded winded, even to himself. "Care to test that out?" Han’s voice was suddenly deeper, more authoritative. It wasn’t an empty threat.

Hyunjin struggled against the ropes, his shoulders screaming in pain from the unnatural position he was in. His arms were wrenched behind the chair, rough ropes biting into his skin as they secured him to metal hooks at the back.

They had to escape this hell hole. Han was insane, willing to hurt anyone to get his way. Or so it seemed to Hyunjin.

Han’s collection of blood-chilling torture tools lined the walls, each one meticulously placed, whispering a silent promise of unimaginable pain.

The room was a graveyard of twisted steel and splattered blood. And the reality of their situation finally seemed to set in.

Hyunjin gulped as discreetly as possible, fear clawing at his throat. He tried to hide it, but Han noticed. Of course, he did. Han stalked over, leaning in uncomfortably close.

With a single finger under his chin, he tilted Hyunjin head up to look up at him. "Are you scared Jinnie? Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you too much. But I can’t promise to not break you if you don’t comply."

The second time was the charm. Jinnie. It fueled a roaring fire within him. He despised the easy way it rolled off Han’s tongue, and his fury boiled over.

"Don't you dare say that name. You lost the right to call me that that the moment you betrayed us." Hyunjin gritted out, eyes blazing.

Han just shrugged, as if he didn't care. He probably didn't, that damned traitor. It left a bitter taste in Hyunjin’s mouth.

With a cold chuckle, he whispered, "You’ll never be anything more than a lapdog, Han. A pathetic little pawn doing someone else’s dirty work.” Han’s left eye twitched, then.

Han growled, frustration bubbling up as his gloved hand snapped to Hyunjin’s throat. The rough texture of the rubber pressed into Hyunjin’s sensitive skin.

But instead of choking, he squeaked, cringing away, his face flushing red, yet Han held firm.

"Hmm?" Han let out a quizzical sound, gripping Hyunjin's chin and forcibly tilting his face to the sides, examining his neck.

Perhaps he was injured? In that case, Han could use that to his advantage to get the information he needed.

On the other side of the room, however, Chan muffled a giggle at the situation, everything being too funny for him to hold back.

They would both be so screwed if Han realized what was going on. But something about the situation told Chan that Han wasn't planning to hurt them.

It was just a hunch but he felt quite sure of it, despite knowing close to nothing about the younger. Hyunjin stayed still as a mouse, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to stay quiet, every muscle tensed in a futile resistance.

Suddenly Han's hands slipped down his neck to where his shoulders met his ribs, brushing his gloved fingers curiously over the area. Hyunjin jolted, barely managing to rein in the shudder and whimper that threatened to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking his lips in.

He understood how dire this situation was. He knew Han would do whatever it took to get what he wanted to.

He was infamous for his ruthless nature and odd interrogation tactics. The trait having caused quite a few disputes in the time he worked with Hyunjin’s team.

Unfortunately for the older, he had never thought to ask Han what exactly he did.

"Oh?" The smirk that adorned Han's face had even Chan, seated all the way on the opposite side of the room shivering. Hyunjin was not going to survive. It was over for them.

Cautiously, Han dragged the tips of his gloved fingers over the exposed skin of Hyunjin's armpits. "Mhmhm!" Hyunjin protested, lips pressed together desperately. He had to endure this, he had to, he had to!

His skin tight attire might’ve been invincible in battle, but under Han’s wiggling fingers, they only served to amplify the effect.

Hyunjin tried to curl in on himself but was quickly reminded of his current position. He was helpless.

There was nothing he could possibly do to even mute those torturous sensations spreading all over his skin.

Han, on the other hand, seemed to relish every moment, his mind racing as he realized the control he now had over Hyunjin.

“So, are you still not going to spill their location?”

“Fuck off Han. You’re a fucking traitor and now you pull this stunt and actually expect me to snitch?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. You see, Jinnie, I have this special way to get my captives to talk. You’re gonna be the first one too! Don’t you feel honored?”

Han had never failed to make his victims talk. And he knew Hyunjin, they'd been friends before they were enemies and no one knew Hyunjin better than him. That, unfortunately, included all his weaknesses.

“You look just as sensitive as you were back then, maybe even more so now.” Han observed, sounding as though he were in a trance.

“Are you still ticklish everywhere, Jinnie, or has that changed?” He sounded excited, like a child getting a present they’d wanted.

“Isn't that such an easy thing to exploit? ” Han brought his clawed hands closer and closer to Hyunjin's belly, watching in fascination at how the ferret trembled in his containment, sucking his stomach in as much as he could to stall.

But his demise was inevitable. Hyunjin lurched forward when the younger's fingers made contact, flinching with a shriek. This really was the one thing he couldn't stand.

No one had ever prepared him for such a scenario and poor Hyunjin was stumped for an appropriate reaction.

Would laughing mean that he'd already lost? How long was Han going to torture him this way? What would happen to them after this?

Hyunjin shook his head frantically, trying to kick out but his legs didn’t even budge in their restraints.

No no no no NO!

This couldn’t be happening right now. It was much too ridiculous. What kind of interrogation involved tickling of all things?!

Hyunjin blushed, feeling extremely flustered under the stares of the 3 men.

“W-what? N-no of course not you idiot!” He snapped quickly, clenching his fists as if it could slow his racing heart. He knew from Han’s sadistic smirk that the ruse was up.

“NO! Stay awahay!” He yelped when Han approached him, picking something up from a table as he sauntered over.

He hadn’t expected it to tickle as much as it did, and by the looks of it, neither had Jisung.

A delighted look bloomed on his face, eyes keenly drinking in Hyunjin’s every reaction as he dug his gloved fingers further into his victim’s ribs.

The door opened then and another man walked in. His impassive face seemed to be sculptured by Michelangelo himself. The very picture of beauty. Han smiled sweetly at Minho, earning a smirk in return.

“Hyung check this out! Guess our usual tactic would do perfectly for our cute little victims. Hyunjin looked frantically from Han to Minho, he did not like where this conversation was heading.

And with that Han leaned forward and dug his hands into Hyunjin’s sides. The poor man tried holding back, sucking in a sharp breath and biting his lip.

As if that would help. Han was determined and in seconds, he had broken down Hyunjin’s resolve, leaving him squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

“Fahahahack stohohohop ihihit youhu ahasshohole!!” Hyunjin squealed, a frantic high pitched noise, trying but failing once more to lurch away from the unbearable sensations.

He looked cute like this, thought Han, writhing helplessly under the lightest touch.

It was humiliating, the way Hyunjin couldn’t hold back his sounds and that only seemed to make the younger that much happier.

Minho stood in the corner, his watchful gazed locked onto Chan. A few things were immediately clear to the observant kitten: firstly, if Chan's reaction was anything to go by, he seems insanely sensitive.

And secondly that Chan's ears were growing red just by seeing Hyunjin get wrecked, his front teeth biting into his lower lip until it was glowing painfully.

So, with an amused hum, he left the older be. Maybe allowing him to get a glimpse of what would soon happen to him would make him spill faster?

Minho’s cat like eyes flickered over to his new toy. Chan’s breath hitched when they made eye contact, making Minho’s lips coil up in a smirk.

“Hmm what should I do with you? Your partner seems to be very ticklish. What about you?” Chan hadn’t ever felt more put on the spot than in that moment.

He gazed fearfully up at Minho’s calculating stare and easy smile. He looked like he was already enjoying this little mind game. “Answer me, Chris. Or do I have to make you?”

A chill ran down Chan’s back when he felt Minho’s stare on him. His head snapped up to look at the silent man approaching him and Chan felt pinned under the steely look that was trained on him.

“Th-that won’t work. I’m not ticklish at all! NO—you-you’re just wasting your time please!”

The older’s frantic blabbering only sealed his fate. Minho’s brows quirked up, an amused smile making its way onto his face as he kneeled in front of Chan.

“Don’t you worry! I have plenty of time to spare Channie~” Minho’s velvety tone had Chan’s heart racing anxiously.

He was so screwed.

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[jettorii]

“humans truly are fascinating..” you grumble, a choked laugh escaping your lips as you tried your best to hold in your laughter while tendrils slowly roamed around your torso. they stretched your arms above your head, pulling your arms down even the slightest becoming impossible. all you could do was tremble, as you were completely exposed to the curious yet gentle tickling from your symbiote.

it didnt help that his face was directly in front of yours, staring intently at you, observing every reaction you gave to each move he made. a toothy grin greeting you everytime you peeked your eyes open while shaking your head to distract yourself from the sensation.

“does this tickle?” venom rumbled, making you gasp as his tendrils moved their way to your ribs, poking sporadically, each one making you squeak and jerk at every single touch. he chuckled at your reaction, a low laugh thundering through your head.

you desperately try to keep your thoughts organized, as since hes already found out your deepest secret, whats stopping him now from finding what works best on you?

pretty much nothing, as his tendrils were getting horribly close to a spot you did not want him finding out about. but nevertheless, it was impossible. he knew everything, and was reading you like a book at which poke made you react the best.

then the tendrils travelled to your collarbone. you tensed up unknowingly in preparation for where he almost got to, until finally realizing he stopped. you opened your eyes breathing heavily, only to see his usual shit eating grin, even wider than usual.

“each and every thought you have, you cant hide.” he sneers, his tongue flicking at your neck, a screech near threatening to come out. “we share the same thoughts, there's nowhere to escape.”

he pauses, tendrils sneaking up.

“not where, exactly?”

…shit.

[fourthavecafe]

could you please write for killua (we’re basically gon ya know killua and reader are besties) and killua is teasing us about how we’re so physically weak for being ticklish 

killua using his assassin techniques for something much cuter

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You and Killua were casually hanging out, somehow getting into a conversation about human weaknesses. Killua, leaning back on the couch, casually dropped facts about body pressure points and pain tolerance, his eyes flickering with that usual mix of disinterest and hidden knowledge.

“Y’know, there are about 108 human weak points. The ribs, for example… I could practically disable someone with just a poke.”

You smirked, trying to appear brave. “I could handle it.”

Killua raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh really?” His voice had that familiar teasing edge. “You? Handle it?”

Before you could take back your words, in a blur of motion, he was beside you, fingers poised. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Suddenly, his finger poked at your upper ribs. But instead of feeling pain, a giggle escaped your lips. Killua blinked, momentarily stunned. “Wait… what?”

You burst into more giggles, trying to scoot away, but he didn’t let up, his eyes narrowing as if you were some puzzle he was trying to solve. “Why are you laughing? I poked your weak spot. You’re supposed to be in pain.”

“It…tickles!” you managed to gasp between laughs.

Killua’s face shifted into one of utter confusion but there was a glint in his eyes now—he was intrigued. And if there was anything Killua liked, it was having the upper hand. “Ticklish? Seriously?”

Before you could reply, his fingers darted toward your sides again, this time prodding your ribs and underarms. A shriek of laughter erupted from you as you squirmed helplessly. “Killua, stop!” you pleaded, trying to catch your breath.

But he was grinning now, clearly enjoying himself. “Your biggest weakness is ticklishness? Wow, you’re more pathetic than I thought” he teased, though the playful tone softened the insult. “How are you supposed to handle anything if this is all it takes to bring you down?”

You were a wriggling mess at this point, and Killua didn’t relent. His fingers found your belly, then your bellybutton, sending you into another fit of uncontrollable giggles. “Right here too, huh?” he said, smirking. “You’re just full of weak spots.”

“St-stop!” you choked out, laughing so hard that tears pricked your eyes.

He finally eased up but hovered close, eyes glinting with satisfaction. “I’ve faced off against some dangerous people” he mused, crossing his arms and leaning back as if reflecting on your ticklish defeat. “But I’ve never seen anyone so weak to… this.”

You gave him a half-hearted glare, still catching your breath. “You’re such a jerk.”

He snickered, flicking your forehead lightly. “You’re the one who said you could handle it.” There was a pause, then softer, almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear it: “You’re lucky you’re kinda cute when you’re all flustered.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him right. But before you could process, Killua was already back to his usual self, standing up and stretching like nothing had happened.

“Anyway, now that I know your weakness, I guess I’ve got some serious leverage over you” he said, flashing a wicked grin. “So you better watch out.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah… You’ll pay for this, Killua.”

He just gave you a nonchalant wave as he walked away, but there was that slight, rare hint of a smile still playing on his lips.

[gelo00]

The urge to tickle a lee’s pussy through the fabric of their panties with just my nails until they lose their mind is through the roof. Anyone care to take care of that?

[abigailler]

It's one thing dreaming about tickles...

But actually getting tickles irl is the best thing ever ✨ it's magical

[as-the-crows-feather-falls]

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Too Stubborn for Your Own Good

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Summary: After returning to the lab early in the morning, Jayce Talis discovers that a certain someone never made it home. When his partner turns down his offers for breakfast, wishing to keep working on their latest hextech project, Jayce gets creative

Warnings: SFW, minor language, this is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling :)

Author notes: first ever tk fic so uhhhh yeah enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome

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Jayce walked through the halls of the academy, blearily rubbing his eyes with a yawn. He had wanted to get an early start on their latest hextech invention, picking up where Viktor left off last night. He was glad to get an early jump on the day, but man he did not want to leave his bed this morning.

He finally reached the doors to the lab and clumsily dug in his pockets for his keys, only to find the doors were already unlocked.

Odd.

He pushed through to find Viktor hunched over the desk, working meticulously with a screwdriver in hand. Jayce furrowed his brow with a small frown as he approached his partner.

He put a hand on Viktor’s shoulder, causing the other man to spook briefly before looking up at him.

“Oh, hello Jayce.”

“G’morning, V,” Jayce returned the greeting through a muffled yawn. He looked around at the work station, and the gears of the new machine. It was a lot further along than Jayce would have expected. Which meant someone didn’t keep his word about going to bed at a reasonable hour.

“Did you go home last night?” Jayce asked, his tone verging on scolding.

“What time is it?” Viktor didn’t look up from his work.

“6:30.”

“Then no.”

Jayce pinched the bridge of his nose with a groan. “Viktor-“

“I know, I know,” his partner sighed.

“You said you would sleep.”

“I did sleep.”

“How many hours?”

Viktor went silent at that, keeping his gaze firmly on his work but biting the inside of his cheek. “…I slept.”

“Jesus, Viktor,” Jayce couldn’t help but chuckle. This man would be the death of him, he swears. “Listen, why don’t you take a break. We can take a walk down to that café you like, get some breakfast and coffee. If you’re not gonna rest that brilliant brain of yours,” he ruffled his friend’s hair, earning an indignant yelp from him as he batted Jayce’s hand away, “at least give it some well-deserved fuel.”

Viktor drove a hand through his messy brown hair. “This brilliant brain is currently deep in thought working on this. You go ahead.”

“Viktor, you need to eat.” Jayce leaned down and tilted his head to better glare at his partner. “Don’t make me drag a cripple out of this lab.”

Viktor rolled his eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Jayce, I will join you once I finish this.”

“And how long will that take?”

Viktor shrugged and worked at a stubborn gear on the machine with the screwdriver in his hold, his nose scrunching slightly. His work was abruptly put to an end when the screwdriver was promptly snatched from his grip. He sighed and turned slowly to face the other man, now standing a few paces away.

“I know for a fact you did not just do that.”

Jayce waved the screwdriver with an infuriatingly smug grin on his face. “Promise me you’ll take a break and join me for breakfast, and you can have it back.”

Viktor scrubbed a hand down his face. “You are such a child. Fine. I promise.” He held out a hand a made a quick grabbing motion. “Now give it back.”

Jayce huffed a small laugh as he handed the screwdriver back to his partner. He took a step towards the door, expecting Viktor to follow him, only for the other man to turn around and get back to work.

“Viktor.”

His partner barely looked at him, but the look given was oh so smug. “What? I promised I’d join you for breakfast. You never said what time.”

Jayce put his hands on his hips, amazed at the pure audacity of his partner. Even more so when Viktor chuckled to himself before turning his full attention to the task at hand.

“You stubborn little…You know what? Fine! We’ll play it your way.”

Viktor didn’t have time to register the threat before Jayce’s burly arms wrapped around his middle and hauled him out of his seat.

“Jayce! What the hell?!” Viktor squirmed and writhed violently, his heels dragging across the floor.

“I told you, don’t make me drag a cripple out of this lab. You have forced my hand, my friend.”

He held on firmly to the man in his hold before Viktor stopped squirming altogether, going completely limp. Suddenly dead weight in Jayce’s arms, he slipped from his grip and resigned to lying starfished on the ground. Jayce stood over him, brows raised. He appeared upside down to Viktor, and mixed with his expression of pure audacity it was quite the silly sight to behold. Viktor had to bite his cheek to fight a smile.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

Instead of providing any proper response, Viktor gave into the childish antics and stuck his tongue out at his partner, relishing the ways his brows shot up even further and his mouth parted briefly in shock.

Jayce bit his lip with a grin, looking to the side. “Alright then, tough guy, you asked for this.”

Jayce wasn’t sure where he had gotten the idea from. Perhaps it was from when his mother used to tickle him silly when he refused to clean his room as a child, or maybe the countless times he had pinned little Caitlyn down and blew raspberry after raspberry on her belly when she out-sassed him. Wherever it came from, he found himself stepping over Viktor and wasting no time shoving his hands under his arms.

They were quite lucky their lab was rather secluded, given the volume of Viktor’s resulting shriek. His back arched and he began to squirm violently, a smile splitting his face as he began to laugh. “W-wait! Wahahahahait JahahAHAHAYCE! Jayce plehehehehehease!”

“Don’t Jayce, please me, you little shit,” His assailant retorted, grinning. “You brought his upon yourself and you know it!”

Viktor was trying to say something to him, but couldn’t quite get it out through his laughter. His arms were clamped over Jayce’s hands as he tried to block out the buzzing sensation. This did nothing but encourage Jayce, who pulled one hand out from their assault on his partner’s underarms and used it to scribble along Viktor’s stomach.

“Nonononono Jahahahayce! JAHAHAHAYCE! I cahahahaHAHAHAHA- I cahahan’t!!!” Viktor batted helplessly at Jayce’s hands, his legs kicking weakly behind him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. It definitely hasn’t been since before he left the undercity. His nerves were going absolutely ballistic, Jayce’s fingers sending little fireworks all over his abdomen. He’d never admit it to Jayce’s face, but he couldn’t help find it a little fun, albeit near-unbearable. To Viktor’s misfortune, his partner knew what he was doing.

Jayce was grinning from ear to ear. Seeing Viktor laughing his heart out, his hair mussed and his normally pale cheeks tinged pink, sent butterflies fluttering and flipping in his stomach. Viktor laughing unapologetically like this was already a rare sight to behold, but to be the cause of that laughter was a gift. He couldn’t help but chuckle along with his friend. His laugh was unexpectedly contagious.

“Are you gonna take care of yourself and get breakfast with your best friend? Or are you gonna keep being stubborn?” he smirked, stalling his attack and planting his hands on his knees as he stood over his partner.

“Eheheheh…in your dreheheams, Talis.”

Viktor wasn’t sure what he was expecting, his pride getting in the way of all rational thought, but he knew he was done for when Jayce’s grin grew crooked, one of his canines peeking over his lip. Viktor’s stomach started doing somersaults.

Shit.

“Ohhhhohohoh okay,” Jayce chuckled. “Your funeral, buddy.”

Viktor could only try his best to curl into a ball as Jayce kneeled down next to him, secured him belly-up with one arm, made a big show of taking a deep breath, and buried his face in Viktor’s stomach as he blew a massive raspberry into it, shaking his head back and forth.

The reaction was more than Jayce could have ever wished to receive. Viktor threw his head back in mirth, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It was the loudest Jayce had ever heard him laugh, and Viktor’s wide smile alone warmed Jayce to his core.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA ALRIHIHIHIGHT!!! ALRIHIHIHIGHT YOU WIN!!! YOU WIHIHIHIN JAYCE PLEHEHEHEASE!!!” Viktor finally cried through his laughter, shoving desperately at Jayce’s face.

“Okahay, okay, V, I’ll stop.” He gave a quick pat to Viktor’s stomach before sitting back, leaning his weight on his hands and smiling as he watched Viktor recover from his giggle fit. The other man was greedily gasping for air and his arms hugged his middle. “Pfft, are you alright?” He chuckled.

“You…” Viktor glared, “evil…evil man.”

Jayce burst out laughing. “You think that’s evil, you should talk to Cait. She’s got some horror stories from when she was little.”

“Yes,” Viktor gave a malicious grin. “Perhaps she could tell me how to get revenge on your ocel.”

Jayce held up his hands defensively. “Hehehey, let’s save that for another time, huh? We’ve still got a lovely breakfast waiting for us and a machine to finish.”

Viktor gave a long, groaning sigh, looking up at the ceiling, before he stretched his hand towards it. “Help me up.”

Jayce happily obliged, standing himself before grabbing Viktor’s arm and hauling him to his feet as well, leaving him briefly to retrieve his cane for him. Viktor let Jayce put his arm around him as the two walked out of the lab. He briefly bumped his head against Jayce’s shoulder before giving a thoughtful hum.

“Toast and fruit with sweetmilk doesn’t sound too horrible right now.”

Jayce gave Viktor a small squeeze as they walked. His heart felt happy and full, holding his best friend close after starting the day with smiles and laughter. “I knew I could knock some sense into you.”

“Don’t you dare make it a habit.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[nikki27lee]

These belly reactions always fills me with goosebumps like I literally can't imagine slight touch on my tummy 🤯. How dare you to touch me there 😠 and the second gif is literally hell 😭😭