#tickle fights

[thebest-medicine]

The Harm in Trying

MHA - BakuDeku & the Bakusquad lee!Bakugo, lers!Izuku Kaminari Kirishima & Sero - [read on ao3]

Summary: Bakugo is put into a ticklish situation by Midoriya with the rest of his friends… and of course he denies he’s ticklish.

A/N: I am so weak for giggly smiley Kacchan…it’s a problem and I’m making it all of y’all’s problem now. On a fucking roll with these BNHA fics lately, sorry not sorry for my bkdk brainrot~.

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“Wait, no way! Kacchan! Are you still ticklish?” 

Bakugo can feel the heat of his blood burning across his face and ears with embarrassment. “The fuck? Of- of course not!” He dares a glance at Midoriya—and finds a knowing grin on his classmate’s face, instantly regretting the decision. “Don’t even think about trying—”

“Aw, why not? If you’re not ticklish~, then why does it matter?”

“Shut up, Deku!” Katsuki hisses. 

“No, no, Midoriya has a point.” Kirishima agrees, holding up a finger to get the attention of the rest of the group.

“Seriously, what’s the harm in trying~?” Kaminari grins.

Bakugo rolls his eyes at Izuku despite his prominent blush. “Look what you did. Damn it, nerd!” He cracks his knuckles and shifts his weight so he’s in a good place to spring up from his seat quickly if he needs to. “Hope you guys know, if you try this, I’m gonna kill—”

Sero is quick with his tape and has the advantage of being out of Bakugo’s line of sight. At the first sign of movement, explosions start to crackle off of his hands, and Katsuki leaps to a stand to put up a fight with his classmates. 

Instead of a fight, it’s over in moments, to Bakugo’s dismay, as tape wraps its way around his arms, legs, and whole body tightly. There’s a tug, and Bakugo feels himself tumbling backward, only to be caught short of the floor by Midoriya. 

Katsuki’s eyes flare with alarm as he realizes the brief battle has taken a severe turn out of his favor, and fast. He also notices Izuku looking down at him with.. Amusement? Concern? Interest? 

“What the hell?! You guys are seriously dead! Let me up! Now!” 

“…Sounds like something a ticklish person would say.” Kirishima smirks, moving closer.

Kaminari laughs, joining in. “Hehe yeah, you seem worried Bakugo… What’s wrong? Are you like reeaaaaally ticklish or something?”

“No you idiots! I just don’t like being jumped by my so-called friends! What the hell?!” 

Ignoring his barking, they reach in to help Midoriya lower Bakugo gently to the floor of the common room. Kaminari throws a leg over Bakugo’s legs while Kirishima untangles one of his arms and drags it up over his head, exposing his side. Sero sits down beside them. Katsuki’s other arm is taped against his side, and his legs are haphazardly wrapped together, meanwhile his idiot best friend now has one of his arms in a vice grip over his head. Kaminari settles into a spot just above Bakugo’s bound knees, holding him in place further. 

Midoriya leans in closer, shifting around the Bakugo’s side opposite Sero, clearly remembering the tickle fights they had gotten into as kids. “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Kacchan~.” 

All four of his classmates have excited grins on their faces. Fuck. Fuck. Red blooms across Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima brings a super wiggly teasing hand down slowly, frustratingly slowly, toward Bakugo’s exposed armpit, and he can’t help his eyes locking to it. “Seriously, cut this crap out!” 

“Not a chance!” Kirishima exclaims with a giddy smile.

Bakugo growls in frustration as the claw draws closer, just a few inches from his skin. Suddenly, it dips down faster, and a gasp fills the room just as quickly. 

Bakugo growls again when he realizes the trick… and his mistake. His attackers snicker with glee.

“Did you see his eyes just now?” Kaminari observes excitedly.

Sero chuckles along. “Yeah, oh man.” 

“You’re totally ticklish Bakubro.” Kirishima laughs, delighted, and continues his teasing descent.

“Bet you we can get him to giggle.” Kaminari suggests.

“I don’t fucking g-giggle.” Katsuki swallows, quick to stop talking as Kirishima’s fingers touch down, poking curiously. 

“Actually, Kacchan, I’m pretty sure you do have some giggle-spots.” Izuku chimes in, biting his lip to fight back his grin. 

“You’re gonna be the f-first to die, Deku!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Izuku chuckles. “You’re not really in a good position to be rude right now.” He pokes his fingers into Kacchan’s tensed abdomen which jumps slightly under the touch. 

Bakugo’s skin is alight, his nerves tingling in anticipation. His focus is forced in on the points of contact his friends have with his underarm and stomach. “Don’t.” He grumbles weakly, energy focused on keeping his composure intact.

The hesitant yet curious fingers pick up pace, encouraged by his stonewalling. Kaminari joins in, pinching the tops of Bakugo’s thighs, and Sero starts poking at his exposed ribs. 

Katsuki twitches more and more under each touch, his chest starting to rattle a bit with held back laughter. This led him to the conclusion that he was absolutely, definitely, undeniably still ticklish. It was much worse than he remembered.

As his friends grow more and more confident by the moment, he finds it harder and harder not to laugh. A wide smile works its way onto his face and Katsuki curses himself internally. Soon, giggles are starting to slip through. He only wishes he could at least have a hand free to cover his ridiculous face. 

“It’s working! Look!” Kaminari concludes triumphantly, reaching up further to prod at Bakugo’s hip bones. 

“Ah! Stahahhop it—”

Kirishima and Sero grin in turn, encouraged, and start to tickle with more determination at their respective spots. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Katsuki’s laughter to begin leaking out.

“Nahahaha- idiots! Cuhuhuhut it out! Thihihis is stuhuhupid!” Bakugo complains, chuckling through his torment.

“It’s working, let’s get him worse!” Kirishima and Kaminari agree, suddenly tickling with fervor over their respective spots. 

“No!” Bakugo shouts, panic rising with his laughter as he realizes he can’t move.  

“Guys…” Izuku clears his throat for a moment. “Wait a second.”

They pause, turning to look at Midoriya.

“Let’s just… take it easy ok? I don’t think we should be too mean…” 

Kaminari shrugs. “I mean… He’s already gonna kill us all for this, regardless of what we do going forward.” 

“Yeah but.. I still think we should be...” Izuku pauses, drawing a lazy finger down Bakugo’s midsection, feeling the muscle tremble beneath it. Little protection is offered in the form of casual dorm clothes. “—well, try to be… nice. I think.” Izuku brings the rest of his fingers out into a spider-y crawl up to his ribs. “He always hated it if you went too hard, back then.” 

“Sh-shuhut the fuck up!” Katsuki growls between fading laughter. “Stop tahahalking about mehehe- while you’re—”

“Hey! He’s trying to stick up for you, bro.” Kirishima chastises, pinching Bakugo’s upper rib cage, sending his head back with a shout. He keeps up wiggling his fingers softly into the ribs.

“I don’t cahahahare! All of you shut uhuhuhup! Gehehet off already! It’s ahah- hahaha obviouslyhehehe not wohohohorking!” The fire of Katsuki’s embarrassed rage burns its way into the words, finding its way through despite the cackling laughter surrounding his words.

“Listen.” Kaminari leans in, trying to force eye contact with the flustered, angry blond. “Even though you’re being a big fat liar and a total jerk right now and you totally deserve to get it worse… We’re gonna listen to Midoriya and take it easy on you.” 

Part of Bakugo wants to scream, ‘don’t you dare take it easy on me! Ever!’ —but the ticklish part of his brain keeps that other part silent. He scoffs instead and tries again to kick his legs out unsuccessfully. “Whatever! Either get off or get whatever the hell you’re gonna do over with already!” 

Kirishima beams. “…That almost sounds like an invitation.”

“Shut up!”

“You need to work on your attitude, Kacchan~.” Kaminari snickers, poking a few times into Katsuki’s sides, and Bakugo tenses again, face still lit up with a warm blush. Midoriya continues to scribble gently at Bakugo’s stomach and up to his lower ribcage, searching for the perfect spot on his ribs that always made him.. Ah, there it was.

“Ehehehe, stahahaha— Deku d-dohohon’t!” Katsuki giggles.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Sero asks, happy with his tape bonds and feeling a bit crowded with the other two up near Bakugo’s chest. 

Bakugo’s toes curl in his stupid, measly, unprotective slippers. “N-no! I told you— I’m not fucking tihihicklish!” He blatantly lies. “Sh-ahaha-shut up, stupid ehehextras!” 

Kirishima sighs dramatically over the sound of Bakugo giggling. “Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while guys…”

“That’s fine by me!” Kaminari adds gleefully, pinching at both of Bakugo’s hips every few seconds and watching him buck faintly at the touch.

Katsuki continues his mantra of cursing and denial, only encouraging his tormenting friends to push him, tickling and teasing with a greater boldness with each passing threat he makes. And well, damn if his own competitive steak isn’t to a fault — he can’t help the instinct that he doesn’t want to lose. He knows it’s stupid at this point to keep denying that he’s ticklish. And yet…

“Shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohot! I’m not! Ahahah- don’t! Shihihit-fuck you Deku! Hahaha nooo—”

“Ooh what’d you do?” Curious voices crowd Izuku, faces trying to catch on to what he did to attract Bakugo’s ire.

“Nothing—” Izuku lets out a little laugh. “Just—”

“Nothing!” Katsuki reiterates, interrupting and glaring up at Deku. 

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “I think Kacchan would actually murder me if I showed you… sorry guys.”

They think for a moment, then shrug in agreement. “We’ll just have to keep doing this until we find whatever that spot was, then, I guess. Start a weekly tradition.” Kirishima says as though it’s a new chore they have to complete. 

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dahaHAHAhahare!”

“Wow, Bakugo, for someone who’s definitely not ticklish, you’re laughing a lot.” Kaminari teases. “What's so funny?” 

“Your stuhuhuhupid fahace!” Bakugo laughs back without missing a beat. 

Kaminari narrows his eyes, then pulls away his hands. He pulls his hand in close to examine it, flexes his fingers a few times; he rests his fingertips gently on his other forearm, watching thoughtfully. Electricity crackles, quiet enough to miss over Bakugo’s strangled laughter. With a grin, both of Kaminari’s hands are back, reaching down toward Bakugo’s middle, who groans with frustration. 

When Kaminari touches his stomach this time though, he pushes his hand under the shirt and against the bare skin. Bakugo tenses even further, his mind stumbling between a mixture of embarrassment, lightness, anger, laughter, and an overloading nervous system. 

“The fuhuhuhuck are yOU-HA! STAHAHA-NO! WHAHAT!? WHAahahaha whahahat iS THAHAT!?” Comes Katsuki’s increasingly frantic response to the feeling of tiny, popping electrical stimulations pulsing out from Kaminari’s nimble fingers. 

“Oh man, seriously what is that?” Kirishima asks with a grin.

“If you want us to stop, all you have to do is admit that you’re ticklish~.” Kaminari reminds a cackling Bakugo. He drags his fingers in light, slowly closing and widening circles along the skin he can reach under Bakugo’s shirt that isn’t fully closed off by tape. “It’s nothing really, just getting a little creative with my quirk.” He says casually to his friend as though there were not a writhing Bakugo between them.

“That’s so cool! How’d you come up with that? Is it easy to manage the minimal electrical output? Oh man, it seems like it tickles really bad! Poor Kacchan..” 

“Hey, if you want to try it out next…” Denki snickers.

Izuku holds his hands up, crossing and uncrossing them in front of his chest quickly. “No! No, I’m, heh, I’m already really ticklish so…” He blushes crimson with a nervous smile.

“Oh are you now?” Kaminari winks, grinning. “Maybe we’ll have to test that some time.” 

“N- uh. Heh.” Midoriya’s face is red as he stumbles over words and eventually just turns to focus on poking at Kacchan in front of him rather than his future possible victimhood.

Sero, meanwhile, tickles up and down Bakugo’s soles and pinches at his ankles and calves and shins, gaining him some suppressed kicks and jerking muscles.

When Midoriya returns to tickling along his ribs, Bakugo feels that he isn’t going to be able to take this much longer, with Kirishima on his underarm and occasionally neck, Sero on his feet, and Kaminari spreading his terrible little sparking tickles all over his sides and stomach now.

“Fuck! Stahahahahop- ehehehehenough already!” Bakugo growls through his increasingly desperate laughter. 

“You just have to admit it~.” Kirishima sing-song’s.

Bakugo shouts through his laughter, frustrated and nearly at wit’s end. He grapples with the few options he can think of right now, landing on nothing but the obvious out. Deku’s fingers start crawling back up toward his ribs and he panics, shouting out between laughs. “Fine! Fihihihine I’m ticklish! It fucking tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahhare you happy nahahahow? I am! Ahaha- haha is- is thihihis what you wahahahanted?!” 

Everyone slowly pulls their hands away, leaving a panting, flustered, still-giggling Bakugo taped up between them all. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Kaminari laughs, starting to tug at the tape securing their friend. 

Bakugo flinches when he first reaches in, which makes everyone laugh again. Soon, everyone is helping, and Bakugo is quickly free enough to stand up and rip the rest off. He tries to glower, to stare them all down, but the red hasn’t left his cheeks yet, and the smile is still fighting its way onto his lips. 

“You’re all gonna fucking die. I hope you know.” Katsuki cracks his knuckles, then turns and points accusatorily. “Especially you, Deku!” 

“Wha- me?!” 

“Obviously! This was all your fault!” 

Midoriya squeaks, shrinking in on himself and putting distance between him and Kacchan. 

“I have better things to do right now. But you’re all gonna get yours.” Bakugo threatens as he heads toward his dorm to ‘do better things’ (totally not just take a nap because he’s exhausted from laughing so hard).

[thinlyskirt]

i love a good, classic tickle fight. like yes being tied down is fun blah blah but i also looooove starting a tickle fight with someone much bigger & stronger than me. especially if they start out by letting me think im winning. they let me get a few pokes and squeezes in so i get cocky and then boom im on my stomach with my hands pinned down under their knees getting destroyed.

[veryblushyswitch]

Really craving some playful tickle fight, platonic love filled tickles right now 🥲💖

[giggly-squiggily]

Fiesty (Blue Lock)

Heyo everyone! It's come to my attention that despite loving these boys very much, I have yet to write anything with Kunigami and Isagi. I am ashamed, and shall repent by bringing you this fic of the boys being dorks together :D I hope you like it!

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“Whoops, my bad!” Kunigami called out as his shirt flew, landing on Isagi’s face.

Normally Isagi would brush it off with a “It’s cool, man” or something to that nature, maybe even bring it back to the self-proclaimed hero.

Today though: today he was feeling a bit feisty. So much so he balled up Kunigami’s shirt and slugged it as hard as he could towards the back of his head.

The effect was anticlimactic. The shirt unfurled halfway there. What was supposed to be a satisfying whack turned into it haphazardly landing on Kunigami’s own face, briefly blinding him.

Silence. The two boys just kinda sat there as they let what just happened sink in. Slowly, Kunigami pulled it off, turning to look at Isagi with raised brows. The brunette stiffened- an apology on his lips.

Then that feistiness came back and he opted to square his shoulders, raising his chin with a mild glare. No words though- just a glare. The silence stretched.

“...Do you wanna fight?” Kunigami blinked- his tone lacking any anger despite the words. If anything, he sounded more amused. Isagi felt his temper flair some as he glared harder- hoping the shape of his mouth was a tight lipped frown and not a pout. “Is that what we’re doing right now?”

“Y-Yeah! We’re fighting!” Isagi finally spoke, puffing up. “Let’s go, you and me! Right here, right now!”

Kunigami stared at him, unreadable. Then he grinned, standing up and rolling out his arms. “Alright. A fight it is.”

Isagi pulled up further, readying himself. It was also at this moment he realized he had no idea how to fight. He had never been in one before- he’d only seen the kids at his school get into them, and even then he stayed out of it.

Kunigami closed the gap while he realized this, and after looking into the ginger’s eyes, he realized this wasn’t the kind of fight he expected at all.

“Wait- wait I take it back! I take it ba-ahhahaack!” Isagi went to run, but Kunigami had him by the collar, pulling him into his chest. Seconds later, fingers were flying up and down his sides, making him yelp and kick. “Kuhuhuuhuhunighahahahahahmi!”

“Come on, Isagi- you don’t run from a fight you initiated!” The older boy chided gently, pulling up an arm with one hand and pinching up his ribs with the other. “That makes you look weak! When you challenge someone to a fight, you have to be prepared to go all out!”

“Buhuhuhut I dohohohon’t wahhahahanahaha fiihihihght no mohohohore!” Isagi cried through his giggles, clawing at the hand stubbornly attached to his mid-set ribs. “Iihihihih’m ahahahhall abohohohout thahahaht phahahahahcefihihihist lihihihife nohohohw!”

“Pfft- yeah, says the guy who’s not afraid to get physical on the soccer field.” Kunigami laughed good naturedly, daring to drop a hand to Isagi’s lower ribs just to hear him scream. “Where’s all that edge? That fiest? That zest of life you had five minutes ago?”

“Whahahaht the hehehehehell ahahahre yhohohohou gohohohoing on abohohohout?” Isagi snorted through his laughter, legs growing weak with each squeeze to that terrible spot. He tried to rip himself away, but a quick tug and sweep left him flat on his ass, trapped within a leg grip as Kunigami dug into his belly. “AHehahahahahahah noohoohohoho!”

“Eh, a bunch of words I heard Gagamaru say when describing dumplings. I think their lyrics to a song? You know his odd taste in music.” The hero snickered as he dug both hands in, leaving no spot on Isagi’s belly untouched as the brunette writhed about. “Hey, you’re always humming those silly anime tunes of yours- why not sing me something? Anything! Then I’ll let you win this fight.”

“LIHIHIHKE HEHEHHELL! GEHAHHAHAHHA!” Isagi all but howled at the tickles, cheeks on fire and starting to hurt from how much he was smiling. “I CHAHAHAN’T SIIIHHING FOR SHIHIHIHIHIIHIHI-EHEHEHE!”

“Who can? Well- he can.” Kunigami hummed as he moved his hands to Isagi’s armpits, making him nearly croak from silent mirth. “Well, I guess I can count this squawking of yours as music. It’s a new version of screamo, yeah?” He finally let him be, pulling his hands back and gently patting Isagi between the shoulderblades as Isagi gasped for air. “There- still want to fight?”

“Gehahah…ahahah…yohoohu’re an ahahaass.” Isagi groaned, jerking with a giggle when Kunigami pinched his sides. “Yoohohu started it- the whole fight thing!”

“I did? Oh- wait, yeah I did.” Kunigami released him fully, pulling back as Isagi turned to face him. “Sorry- I didn’t know anyone else was in the room. I should be more mindful.”

“Pfft- it’s fine, really. I don’t know what got into me.” Isagi smiled, lightly kicking him in the shin. “I threw it back pretty hard, so I’m no better.”

“That was hard?” Kunigami asked- followed quickly with them saying in unison “That’s what she said”. Isagi cackled, delighted, and Kunigami wheezed. Laughing like children on the locker room floor, they carried on changing into sweats before making their way to the main room, still laughing.

“What’s got you so giggly?” Chigiri asked, unable to fight off a grin as Kunigami sat beside him. “Bit by the tickle bug or something?”

Isagi blushed a few feet away as Kunigami laughed more. Shaking his head, he turned to Bachira- finding the other curled up half asleep against both his and Isagi’s futons. “Scoot over some.”

“Cuddles if I do?��� Bachira pouted up at him, sprawling out further. Isagi snorted, nodding as he gently moved him, fitting perfectly into Bachira’s arms.

“Always.”

Thanks for reading!

[trashyswitch]

Day 6: Cuddles

Kremy and Gideon sit down, just the two of them together as they eat gumbo, reminisce about family moments and tickle each other till the evening come.

A little less late for this one...but I had a reason this time. I went to a friend's wedding that day, and couldn't upload as a result. So regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Kremy added the diced peppers, the yellow onion, and the cloves of garlic to the pumpkin pot before stirring the gumbo around. The gumbo looked like a thick stew, with a mud-like roux. When it looked stirred up enough, Kremy pulled out the cajun seasoning and spun it in his hand before shaking some around the top of the stew. He continued to shake the seasoning with his right hand as he stirred with his left hand. 

“Lookin’ good, Kremy.” Someone said behind him, giving him a peck on the cheek. 

Kremy smiled and put the cajun seasoning into his left fingers before pulling the person closer and kissing his lips. A few moments later, he broke the kiss before saying “Thought you could walk away, Gid?”. 

“Eh, figured I couldn’t.” Gideon admitted. 

Kremy took a spoon and gave Gideon a small bit of the gumbo. “Spicy enough?” He asked. 

Gideon tried it and hummed eagerly. “Mmmm! That’s perfect!” He reacted, giving Kremy the spoon back. 

Kremy took the spoon and placed it aside, replacing the spoon with a new one before trying it himself. “Mmm- That’s good.” He said, putting the second spoon down. 

Gideon sat down and watched Kremy cook the gumbo for a little longer, before it was served in bowls. 

“Is this the gumbo you grew up with?” Gideon asked, taking Kremy’s bowl for him while letting Kremy sit himself down beside him. 

“Yeah, it is.” Kremy sat down beside Gideon before taking his bowl. “My Maw would always make this gumbo whenever I was sick, or down on my luck. She’d make it extra spicy too, because she knew it would make my stuffy nose run.” Kremy told him. “And…cause she knew I liked spice.” Kremy added. 

“Fair enough.” Gideon responded, taking in another mouthful of gumbo. 

“Yeah…My maw was pretty good.” He admitted. 

Gideon smiled. “I’ll bet.” He took another bite of the gumbo. “What else did your Mom do when you were down?” Gideon asked. 

Kremy took another bite of the gumbo as he reminisced about his mother. “She used to tell me stories of how my parents met, and some of the date nights they used to have.” Kremy told him. “She also used to tell embarrassing stories about my Dad, and would actually encourage me to ask Dad about them.” Kremy told him, laughing a bit. “It was so funny seeing him get all flustered and worked up.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon smiled and laughed a bit. “Wow…I think I’d feel pretty betrayed too.” He admitted. 

“And if I got him worked up just enough, he would chase me all around the house. If I ended up caught, he would ‘nibble away at the fibs’, as he called it.” Kremy explained.

“Nibble away…at the fibs…” Gideon asked. 

“In other words…tickle me.” Kremy admitted. “He would pretend to nibble at my belly.” Kremy admitted. 

“Oooh, like the ‘Om nom nom nom’ sounds…” Gideon replicated the sound as best he could. 

Kremy yelped and covered his mouth. “AH-!” A small smile filled his cheeks. “Y-Yeah…like that.” He said, his voice going up an octave. 

“Was that accurate?” Gideon asked. 

“Yehes! Too accurate!” Kremy admitted. 

“Too accurate, eh?” Gideon smirked slightly. 

Kremy chuckled awkwardly. “Dohon’t you even think about it!” He warned. 

“Think about what?” Gideon asked. 

“Trying it!” Kremy yelled back. 

“I wasn’t going to!” Gideon reacted. 

“Okay, good.” Kremy muttered, trying to get the pink on his cheeks to go away. 

A couple moments of silence filled the air…Only for Gideon to look towards Kremy with a growing smirk. “But on the other hand-” 

“DON’T!” Kremy pushed his face away, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “I swear!” Kremy reacted. But Kremy’s smile told Gideon everything. If Gideon did go ahead with it, then he wouldn’t really push him away. Not intentionally, anyway. Knowing him, he’d probably just let it happen. 

“You swear?” Gideon asked. “And what would your Dad do if you swore?” Gideon asked, gently taking Kremy’s half-filled bowl of gumbo. 

“H-He’d-” Kremy mumbled. The warlock gator was struggling to hide his face as his cheeks grew more and more scarlet. Part of him wanted to run away. But the other part of him wanted to see how playful Gideon can be. It was a vicious cycle in his head that he was struggling to fight. 

Gideon took in a big breath, scaring Kremy in the process. In no time at all, Gideon shoved his face into Kremy’s shoulder and started making the nibbling sounds while tickling his sides. 

“GIHIHID- HAHAhahahaha!” Kremy squeezed his eyes shut before wiggling around in his grip. “Gihihid, come ohohohohon!” Kremy whined. 

“What’s this? Is this code for “tickle me more”?” Gideon asked him. 

“Whahahat?!” Kremy wiggled around and waved his arms, unsure if he should cover up his sides, or push Gideon’s face away. 

“Om nom nom nom nom nom nom.” Gideon said playfully. His nibbling sounds were positioned straight into his ear, making his flustered face even worse. Maybe that was the reason why his Paw used to tickle him? 

“Gihihihid, stohohohop!” Kremy said through his laughter. 

“Stop what?” Gideon asked him. 

“Tihihickling mehehehe!” Kremy told him. 

“Nom nom nom- yes, I am tickling you. Thanks for the wonderful insight, Kremy.” Gideon teased, before going right back to the nomming sounds. 

“Yohohou suhuhuck!” Kremy told him. 

“Nom-nom- Are you sure about that? Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-” Gideon asked him. 

Kremy had been handling the playfulness rather well. Sensing he could get him back, Kremy spun himself around as fast as he could, and tickled Gideon’s sides back. 

“Wha- Oh FUHUCK! GAHAHAhahaha!” Gideon dropped his composure and immediately started curling up. “Nohohohoho! Nohoho fahahair!” Gideon reacted. 

“What do you mean ‘not fair’?! You started this! And I’m ending it.” Kremy leaned in and started doing the nibbling sounds as well. “Om-nom-nom-nom-nom! Om-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom!” Kremy imitated, sounding slightly like his father. “You thought you could embarrass me and get away with it?” Kremy asked. 

“Nohohohoho!” Gideon replied. 

“That’s what I thought.” Kremy said as he stopped his clawed fingers. When he was done, Kremy sat himself up and picked up his gumbo before taking another bite. Though the gumbo had cooled down, it was still relatively on the warm side. Kremy watched Gideon pick up his own bowl and finish his gumbo as well. 

When he was done, Gideon put his bowl down and snuggled himself into Kremy’s chest. Kremy widened his eyes and looked at him, but softened his expression when he saw how comfy he looked. 

Gideon’s face looked calm, and quiet. He looked really comfortable around him. This was a striking difference compared to how Gideon acted when he was first getting to know the Fire Genasi. 

Kremy wrapped his arms around Gideon and held him close. When this happened, he saw Gideon open his eyes and look up at him. “You okay?” He asked. 

Gideon looked at him and smiled a little bit. “Yeah…” He nodded his head. “I’m okay.” He closed his eyes and let out a long breath. 

Kremy rubbed his arm and back gently. He wanted to make sure Gideon felt safe and secure when laying in his arms. And it seemed to be working well for him. Gideon’s usually tense body was slowly easing as his breaths grew slower and quiet. His hardened demeanor and hotheaded outward appearance was gone…

Gideon looked so peaceful…

it was…almost beautiful. 

“Do you ever miss your parents?” Gideon asked. 

Kremy shrugged his shoulders. “Sometimes, yeah…” He admitted. 

“Mm…” Gideon looked up at Kremy. “Did you feel…comfortable when you were with your parents?” He asked next. 

Kremy smiled. “Sometimes, yeah.” The gator admitted. 

Gideon smiled. “I feel really comfortable around you.” Gideon admitted. “Maybe that means I consider you family?” He asked him. 

Kremy looked down at Gideon and smiled brightly. “I consider you family too, Gid.” Kremy admitted. 

Gideon smiled and hugged him just a little tighter. “Thank you…” He told him. 

Kremy rubbed his back gently. “You’re welcome.” He replied. 

Gideon looked up at Kremy, before smirking slightly. Sensing a little opportunity, Gideon started to poke and prod Kremy’s side. 

“aAh- Haha- Gihid- NAHA!” Kremy immediately started getting him back. 

“Gahahaha! Dohon’t you dahahare!” Gideon ordered, squeezing his side. 

“Whadda ya mean- KKHAAHAHAHA!” Kremy laughed, desperately trying to get him back. 

“Yeheah! Laugh it up, little- WAHAIT- SHIHIHIT!” Gideon instinctively started to curl up and hide his tickle spots. “NOHOHO!” 

“Yohou giving up?” Kremy asked, wiggling a finger into his belly button. 

“Yehehe- BAHAHA! YEHEHES! YES, IHI GIVE UHUHUP!” 

“You gonna kindly stop tickling me now?” Kremy asked him. 

“YEHEHES, IHIHI WIHIHILL! NOHOW STAHAHAP!” Gideon yelled. 

“Alright, alright.” Kremy stopped his fingers. “Good.” He told him. 

“Jeeheeheez…Ihit’s scary how well you can do that.” Gideon admitted. 

“Do what?” Kremy asked with a smirk. 

“Tickle people. It’s almost scary.” Gideon clarified. 

Kremy smiled and poked his side. “Just know that I’m always ready for a fight whenever you tickle me.” Kremy warned. 

“Just like your old man?” Gideon asked. 

“Exactly like my old man.” Kremy concluded with a proud smile. 

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Soo sunnyy i think you guys didnt have a good tickle fight in a while maybe youll win this time XD

(Fairy au)

"Oh it's never been about winning--it's always been about having FUN together!" "Winning's cool, though." "You've never won once." "That could change, buster-"

[daisylovestickles]

🪢🧶🎰

Hi anon!

🪢: Which two spots are you favourite to tickle/be tickled together?

Answered here!

🧶: Something tickling-related that you y(e)arn for?

I just want more playful tickle fights with my friends!

🎰: Tag a community friend (or friends) that you feel lucky to know

Gonna answer this one again because I have so many more people I could tag.

@thecutestswitch

@the-shy-ler

@hollyfloofs

@avg-flaming-heart

@axie-axo

@noonejustr

@softleesam

@twordish-k

@sptfrtkl

@grand-tickler22

[weegee-simp69]

Mario’s Doom (with giggles)

{The gang are all having a sleepover, and Mario gets caught up in something he was a little too cocky about.~}    

      Luigi invited Mario and Peach over to Bowser’s castle for a sleepover. One reason he did this was because he thought it’d be fun and nice to all be together since the peace treaty, and another because he needed Mario to see how Bowser actually was in his normal environment with Luigi since Mario was still very wary about them dating even though it’s been half a year.

They had never found the time to do something like this with both the brother’s monarch partners always being busy. It was the weekend and both Peach and Bowser finally finished up enough of their work for a few weeks to have some down time. So, Luigi decided it was the perfect time to try to invite his brother again. (He had tried multiple weekends beforehand.)

Mario and Peach arrived with a duffel bag of clothes and other sleepover essentials that afternoon. They were staying the night then the whole day tomorrow.

     The afternoon and that night went great. Mario got along with Bowser surprisingly well, albeit verbal stabs at each other here and there. It was a bit later that night, and they were playing Scrabble. Luigi and Peach were great at it. Bowser and Mario? Not so much.

“Why did we have to choose a game that challenges my English skills?” Mario asked.

“I think it’s fun,” Peach said.

“Yeah because you’re good at it,” Mario replied.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m on your team. ..Butter.” Peach placed down the tiles that spelled the word.

Bowser placed down two f’s under the E in butter, “..eff,”

“Eff?”

“Yeah that’s how you spell the letter F, right?”

Luigi sighed with his head in his hands, “Bowser, sweetie..”

An hour into the game, Luigi and Bowser won because Luigi began to take over.

“We win,” he stated, raising his arms tiredly.

He yawned.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s only nine, Weeg. Come on, sleepovers are supposed to last all night!” Peach exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not meant to heheh!” he giggled, stretching.

“If he’s going to bed, I’m going,” Bowser said.

“Ugh fine.. me and Mario will just watch a movie together.”

“Cool, remote’s on the nightstand in the guest room next to ours,” Luigi said.

They all said goodnight, and went to their respective rooms.

     Mario was cuddled with Peach about half an hour into the movie they were watching when they heard a loud scream followed by muffled noises they couldn’t make out.

“Lu?!” Mario exclaimed, jumping up.

Peach followed after him, just as worried.

Mario opened the door, and quickly took a few steps towards Bowser’s door.

“Bowser! Stop please!”

Mario’s panic rose. He didn’t even knock on the door, he just tried the lock, and swung it open. His adrenaline was high, and he was ready to beat the fuck out of Bowser for hurting… Luigi?

He rushed through the doorway, then stopped in his tracks when his mind registered the sight before him. Luigi and Bowser in their bed. Luigi in Bowser’s lap with his arms above his head and one of Bowser’s hands stopped on his side. Mario noticed Luigi panting, but smiling, and letting out little giggles.

“Oh. Hey. Sorry, he gets loud,” Bowser broke the silence.

“..W-what are you?.. doing?” Mario asked, his mind still reeling from ‘ready to fight’ adrenaline.

Bowser and Luigi shared a look of embarrassment.

“…tickling him,” Bowser said.

If a koopa could blush, he would’ve been red.

Mario couldn’t help the slight grin on his face at seeing this, and Bowser being so embarrassed.

“Oh, well then carry on,” he shrugged, turning around.

Bowser’s embarrassment immediately dropped, and he wrapped his arm around Luigi’s middle.

“W-wait! Mario help me-HEHEHEHE!” he gasped.

Mario turned back to see Bowser skittering his fingers along his little brother’s side. Luigi snorted, and kicked his legs, giggling madly. Mario stood there watching with a smile.

“M-MAHAHA- MARIO HEHEHELP!!” Luigi screeched as Bowser lifted his shirt up and squeezed his belly.

Mario walked closer to the end of the bed. He thought as he watched Luigi’s legs kick out in front of him. He could help, or stand and watch.. or…

Without another thought, Mario grabbed Luigi’s left ankle.

Luigi gasped, “d-dON’T PLEHEHEASE!!”

Mario ignored his plea and ran a finger down his bare foot before spidering all his fingers all over it. Luigi threw his head back cackling.

“Haha! Seems I have a helper. Your own brother betrayed you, Luigi. I knew you had some evil in you, Mario!” Bowser laughed as he squeezed Luigi’s hips.

“Only if I get to hear my brother laugh,” Mario giggled.

Luigi blushed darker from Mario’s sweet talk.

“Thahahats- that’s so crihihinge!” Luigi squeaked.

Mario fake gasped, “cringe?! Did you just call me cringe?! Oh that’s it!”

He hopped up on the bed, and dove his hands under Luigi’s night shirt, scribbling his belly. Luigi squealed, and twisted in Bowser’s grasp trying to escape the tickly fingers coming at him from all sides.

Bowser nuzzled his snout in Luigi’s neck, and blew. The rippling air made Luigi shriek and fall into silent laughter for a second before hiccuping back into loud cackles. Mario saw this, and did the same on his tummy. Luigi snorted and his laughter fell silent once again. Both finally let up on him, letting him take a normal breath.

     “Well, look at that,” Bowser grinned, “we do make a good team, Mario.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mario rolled his eyes playfully.

Bowser let Luigi roll off of his lap, and lay on his stomach on the bed, panting.

“Oh come on, don’t make me get you, too!” Bowser threatened wiggling his fingers before waving him off.

Mario couldn’t deny the chill that went up his spine.

“Pfft, as if! I’m not even ticklish.”

“Y-yes.. he is,” Luigi panted from beside Bowser, laying on the bed.

“I am not! Also, really? Threatening me with tickling? It seems my brother’s rubbed off on you, and made you soft,” Mario teased cockily, smirking.

“Soft?! HA! You don’t even know who you’re talking to! I can literally be a tickle monster,” Bowser said proudly.

“See! Even you saying that with such pride shows how soft and childish you’ve become!” Mario grinned wider.

Both of them knew this was playful, mean banter.

Bowser looked at Luigi beside him, and Luigi nodded with a wink.

“Well, if tickling is so childish.. then I guess that means, it doesn’t affect you,” Bowser said, his voice suddenly shifting to very teas-y.

Mario scooted back on his knees on the bed a bit. He tried to still act confident, but the heat he felt in his face told him he was failing miserably.

“N-nope! Not at all actually, so don’t even bother,” his voice cracked a little.

Bowser smiled, and without warning, swiped his hand at him, grabbing Mario by the collar of his pajama top. Mario squawked, and pulled back, but it was no use. After fighting Bowser for a few years, one would think Mario would be able to get out of his grasp or outsmart him, but this was different.

He wasn’t being threatened with violence, he was being teased and threatened with tickles, so his body and mind didn’t sense any danger meaning his adrenaline was non-existent making it quite simple for Bowser to grab his arms, and pull him into his lap.

Mario was sat on the koopa’s leg with an arm wrapped around his middle.

“Bowser! S-stop! Don’t even think about it! Luigi help!” Mario pushed on the arm around his chest to no avail.

He had never been so weak against the koopa king. Why couldn’t he fight properly?! It had to be magic, a spell! There was no way he was actually this weak.

“It’s okay, Mario, he just wants to play,” Luigi chuckled, talking as if Bowser was a wild animal.

“What’s the matter, red? Can’t escape the tickle monster? Too bad,~” Bowser almost purred.

Mario felt his face heat up even more and form a wobbly smile, but he tried to shake it off.

“L-let me go!”

“Nah, your cockiness needs to be knocked down a few pegs,” Bowser said.

“Says you!” Mario spat, kicking his legs.

“Ah, see, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re too cocky for your own good.. now, let’s see if we can say the same about your ticklishness.~”

     Before Mario could respond, Bowser grabbed his wrists in one hand, and lifted them above his head. Then began very lightly squeezing his side.

Mario gasped, and held his breath, squirming slightly. He tried to act like it wasn’t getting to him, but again, failing miserably. He hoped Bowser would give up, he should’ve known better. It was only going to become worse.

Bowser skittered his claws up his side, spidering into his armpit. Mario snorted, but squeezed his mouth shut tight. After another ten seconds of this, Bowser stopped.

Mario took a deep breath of relief.

“Well, this is no fun..” he sighed.

Mario sighed, too, hopeful Bowser would just push him off his leg.

“..guess I gotta pull out the big guns,” Bowser finished.

The color in Mario’s face drained, then returned a deeper shade of red.

Oh god no what does ‘big guns’ mean?

Bowser reset Mario on his leg as he had slipped down a bit. Before Mario could ready himself, Bowser dug his fingers into his hip, squeezing rapidly. Mario squeaked, and arched his back. He quickly sucked the laughter that threatened to spill back in, but he was tittering on the edge of breaking. Both Bowser and Luigi knew that.

Speaking of, Luigi would’ve joined in tickling Mario as revenge, but now he was intrigued as to how Bowser would break him.

“I know you’re ticklish, Mario.. just because you try to act all big and tough around your Princess, doesn’t mean you actually are. So just let it out. You know you wanna laugh, little man. Go ahead, let out all that laughter just waiting to jump out,” Bowser had leaned close to his ear, talking in a low voice.

Mario shook his head frantically, and pulled on his arms. Bowser stopped. Mario slowly opened his eyes, panting. Then Bowser’s free hand turned into a claw shape and wiggled towards him. Mario knew where it was gonna land, and prepared the best he could.

All of that was thrown out the window after Bowser started talking again.

“I know you can’t hold back longer, shorty. Come on, I know you’re gonna let out all that laughter for me.. why not sooner than later? Better watch out.. I’m gonna… GETCHA!”

“..pFTTAHAHAHAHAHA NO STOP PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA!!” Mario screamed as Bowser’s hand quickly darted to his tummy, squeezing and scribbling it.

His scream soon dissolved into loud, high pitched cackles.

“There it is!! Kitchy kitchy coo! You’re so much more ticklish than I thought! I should’ve done this ages ago!” Bowser gleamed.

Mario squirmed, and kicked his legs, trying to move away from the devious hand, but it only followed his movements. Bowser shoved his hand under his shirt, squeezing his belly, and scratching a claw around his belly button. Mario tried to shrink away, pulling his legs up towards his stomach, stomping his feet on Bowser’s knee. Bowser simply squeezed his kneecaps, and reached his hand around to skitter on his foot making Mario screech. His laughter reached a new height from this. This piqued Bowser’s interest instantly. He let go of Mario’s wrists, letting them flop to his sides, grabbed both his ankles in one hand, and tickled all over them with the other. Mario wheezed, tears forming in his eyes.

“PLEASE IT- I-I’M SENSITIHIHIHIVE!” Mario laughed.

“Sensitive huh? You mean you’re ticklish? I can see that! Especially that squishy belly of yours. You and Luigi have that in common I see,” Bowser teased, hand moving back to poke his belly.

“OH MY GOHOHOD STOP HAHAHAHA!! LU, HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Sorry, bro, but I think you kinda deserve this,” Luigi smiled.

Mario had since fallen over out of Bowser’s lap, but couldn’t pull his feet away. In fact, they had been put in an arm lock. He beat his fists on the bed, and tried to pull himself up to grab onto Bowser, but the tickling was just so intense it drained his adrenaline immediately.

“S-SOMEWHEHEHEHERE ELSE PLEHEHEASE IT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

      Bowser stayed there for another thirty seconds before finally letting go. Mario took this as an opportunity to curl away from him. This sadly didn’t last long when he felt Bowser grab his hips, and pull him back.

Mario grabbed at the bedsheets trying to crawl away, but couldn’t stop from giggling when feeling Bowser’s claws lightly pinching his sides. He was pulled closer regardless, the bedsheets coming with him. Bowser flipped him back over, and smirked at the nervous giggles and smile below him.

His shirt had been pushed up from being pulled exposing his stomach. Before he could push his shirt back down, Bowser stuck a claw in his belly button making him screech. He then spidered his claws all over his belly. Mario covered his blushing face up as he giggled his ticklish heart out.

“NO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEASEHEHEHE!!”

Fingers creeped under his shirt over his sides to his armpits. Mario squeezed his arms to his sides only trapping Bowser’s hands under them.

“LUIGI HEHEHELP! EHEHEHAHAHA STAHAHAP! I’M TOO- I’M-“

“Too ticklish? Are you too tickle tickle ticklish, hm?~ You know, as annoying as your laugh usually is, it is funny and it’s also funny to see you squirm around helplessly. Trying so desperately to escape the tickle monster.. too bad you’re completely stuck!” Bowser teased.

His teases were so good it started to get to Luigi a bit. He hid his hands in his face smiling and blushing slightly.

Mario glanced over to where Luigi sat slightly behind Bowser, and saw how red his face was.

“WAIT HAHAHA L-LOOK AT HIM! G-GET HIM! GET HIHIHIM!!” Mario pointed in front of him weakly.

Bowser grabbed his wrists, and pinned them above his head to make sure he was still stuck, then turned around to look at Luigi. He couldn’t help the loud laugh seeing his face.

“Luigi? Why are you so red?!” Bowser laughed.

“N-nothing!” Luigi squeaked.

“Oohhh are you wanting to join?~” Bowser said.

Luigi thought he was asking to join him in tickling Mario. He nodded, and scooted closer.

That’s when Bowser grabbed him, and pushed him down next to Mario.

“W-wait! I thought you meant- wait dOHOHON’T HEHEHEHE!” Luigi giggled loudly as Bowser’s hand slipped under his shirt squeezing his ribs instantly. He kept this up for a second before stopping.

He looked down at the brothers, holding Mario’s arms above his head and keeping his other hand on Luigi’s chest to keep him down if he tried to break free. He then scooped up Luigi’s arms, pushed them above his head, then quickly maneuvered their arms together, and held them in his left hand.

Mario and Luigi shared a look to each other of “ah shit.”

“Well now, look at this.. now the tickle monster’s got both brothers in his clutches! I guess y’all should be called ‘super ticklish brothers’ now! Prepare for your ultimate destructions!!” Bowser finished with a playful, evil laugh.

“Luihihigi you dumbass!” Mario giggled trying to dodge Bowser’s fingers coming towards his stomach.

“What?! What’d I do?!”

“You let him trick you!”

“That’s not my fau-HAHAHAHA!” Luigi was interrupted by Bowser suddenly switching up, and leaning down, blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

Bowser leaned back up, a shit eating grin on his face. Luigi couldn’t stop giggling, anticipating another one.

“Yeah, Mario, it’s not his fault! How dare you call your precious brother an asshole! I think you need an attitude adjustment,” Bowser teased.

He began to lean down towards Mario’s belly.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mario brought his legs up to cover his stomach.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Laugh?” Bowser teased, easily pushing his legs back down, and holding them still.

“If you so much as touch my stomach with your mouth I’m gonna k-ILL YOHOHOU! FUHUHUHUCK!!” Mario tried to threaten him but was quickly broken by the biggest, most intense raspberry he’s ever felt on his tummy.

A few tears started to fall down Mario’s cheeks when he squeezed his eyes shut. Luigi laughed at Mario getting destroyed, then squeaked when he felt claws graze his ribs. Bowser had reached his hand over and skittered his claws on his ribs, and over his hips.

     “N-nahahat me too! Bowseheher please!” Luigi giggled.

“Of course you, too! You know you wanted it.~ Your face was so red just from my teasing not even directed at you! Sounded like you wanted to laugh again, too, so, laugh for me!”

“Now, you,” Bowser began looking to Mario, his hand switching from Luigi’s body to his, digging into his ribs, “you said you weren’t ticklish before, but here we are. And the fact you haven’t really tried to get away, tells me that maybe.. you like this?~”

Mario gasped at this accusation.

“I DO NOHOHOT! I LIED BUT I- I DOHON’T LIKE IT!!”

“Is that so? Maybe I can convince you to admit?”

Mario shook his head, begging, “p-plehehease don’t! Please!!”

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything.”

“Buhuhut you will!”

“I have an idea.. Luigi.. where is Mario most ticklish? Like so bad he can’t stand it?”

“Lu, don’t! I swear! You know I’ll get you!” Mario threatened.

Luigi kept his mouth shut. Not for his brother’s sake, but for his own so he wouldn’t face Mario’s wrath later on.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.. you can just laugh yourself silly instead,~” Bowser teased, poising his hand on Luigi’s ribs giving a squeeze.

“EEK! I- I mean.. you kihihinda already found it..” he bit his lip.

“Oh did I? Well, I’ve tickled a lot of spots on him already. So which one are you referring to, darling?~” Bowser’s squeezing became faster and began moving up his ribs.

Mario rolled his eyes and made a face of mock disgust at the obvious flirting happening right beside him.

“It’ssss… hehehe! Ah-! HIS-“ Luigi tried to speak but was stuck between his giggles and not knowing if he really should say anything.

“Hm? I couldn’t understand you..”

Bowser teasingly leaned in closer now digging into his hip.

“AHEE!! HIS F- FEET! HIS HAHAH! HIS FEET ESPECIALLY HIS TOHOHOES!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Luigi knew he was gonna get so wrecked after this by Mario, but he couldn’t take it! His hips were a death spot!

“LUIGI! I’M GONNA GET YOU SO BAD-“

“And I’m gonna get you,~” Bowser butt in.

Mario gulped.

Bowser let go of both of their wrists, and Luigi rolled away giggling. Mario rolled away quick, standing on the bed, and running behind Bowser. He jumped off the bed, booking it towards the door. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by Peach standing at the door.

“P-Peach! Please move, I need to run!” Mario pleaded.

Peach gave him a smirk that Mario did not like.

“Hm… I don’t know, Mario, you were acting all high and mighty earlier..” she grinned.

“I’m sorry, please, just let me out!”

“Oh.. fine..” she began to move out of the doorway, then stopped, “oops too late, sorry Mario!~”

Mario’s face dropped then screamed when he felt large arms wrap around him.

“NO! Please! I- I’m ticklish! There! I said it, I admit!” Mario kicked his feet helplessly as his arms were pinned to his sides in Bowser’s grasp.

“I already knew that, Mario, that’s not what I wanted you to admit..”

“Because I don’t like it! I’m not admitting to that!”

“I’ll drop you right now if you admit.”

Mario paused.

“…no! I don’t wanna say that because I know it’s gonna be used against me. And it’s not even true!”

“It is true, he’s told me before, but he usually likes to be the one doing the tickling. But he never minds if he’s tickled back. In fact, he initiates tickle fights!” Luigi exclaimed sitting on the bed.

Mario’s face instantly turned bright red. Did Luigi just-? ..

“LUIGI! YOU’RE SO DEAD ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS!” Mario yelled.

“Ha! Good luck with that, short stack,” Bowser replied, squeezing his arms a bit tighter while simultaneously digging the pads of his fingers into Mario’s ribs.

Mario squealed and wiggled around kicking his feet until Bowser threw him back on the bed, already holding one of his legs knowing he was gonna crawl away. He spun around to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing his other leg, and trapping them in an arm hold.

“PLEASE! Don’t! L-Luigi help please!” Mario begged.

“Don’t worry, he’ll go easy on ya, right?” Luigi said, patting Mario’s head.

“Sure,” Bowser chuckled.

Mario knew there was no escape no matter how much he wiggled or begged, so his last ditch effort was to scrunch up his feet trying to cover them with one another as best he could. Bowser simply laid a claw on his right big toe. Mario squeaked. His claw ran down his foot. Mario snorted.

“S-stop doing th-thahat..” he groaned.

“Doing what?” Bowser grinned.

“..teasing..” Mario’s voice got quieter.

“Oooh.. alright then.~”

      Bowser wasted no time grabbing both of his big toes with the hand holding his feet forcing them back slightly, and quickly skittering his right hand all over his soles.

Mario absolutely screamed.

“BOWS- AAAAHHH!! OH MY GOHOHOD PLEASE! I CAN’T- I- HAHAHAHAHA!!”

He was struggling to get clear words out now. Then he felt claws gently scratching under his toes, and he went silent. Tears began to roll down his cheeks again. He hiccuped back to loud laughter and snorts for a good few moments before falling back into silence when he felt the claws rake over his feet again. The sensations were maddening.

“…HELP-! I- I’M GOHOHONNA D-DIE!!”

Luigi could only smile fondly at his older brother getting absolutely wrecked.

“Okay, Bowser, I think he’s had enough,” he giggled when Mario grabbed onto the leg of his pants desperately.

Bowser finally slowed his assault to a stop, and dropped Mario’s legs down on the bed.

     Poor Mario’s face was as red as his shirt. When he felt his legs drop, he instantly pulled them towards himself curling into a ball.

“Hahaha.. ha.. mahahama mia.. hehe..” Mario panted, covering his face.

“You alright, bro?” Luigi giggled.

Mario nodded, looking up at him before getting the strength to push himself up to sit down.

“Phew, that looked brutal, Mario! I knew you were ticklish, but wow!” Peach teased as she walked up to the bed, and gave a teasing poke to Mario’s belly.

Mario squeaked, and curled away. His squeak sounded a bit hoarse from the laughing and screaming he was doing just ten seconds before. In fact, he was still giggling, his nerves still on overdrive. The poke didn’t help either.

“Did I go overboard, red?” Bowser asked, smiling.

“Just a bit.. but.. it’s fine. Hey, it’s better than getting the shit beaten outta me by you,” Mario exhaled.

The three laughed at that.

“Ah so you do like it!? Damn that would’ve been a good way to get information out of you about the princess.. then again, you like it so much you probably wouldn’t want it to stop,~” Bowser teased.

Mario’s face blushed deep again at the teasing and the absolutely false accusation!

“I do not! Swear on my life!”

“Real passionate about not liking it huh?”

Mario only gaped offendedly. But all he could do was close his mouth and cross his arms pouting knowing it was a battle he was gonna lose no matter what.

“Great now everyone thinks I like being tickled..”

     “Hey, wait a minute!” Mario turned to face Luigi, “I still need my justice for you not helping me..”

Luigi tensed and began scooting backwards, “w-wait whahat? H-hey let’s not get crazy here, bro..” he tried to look for an out, then saw Peach, and pointed at her, “Peach actively blocked the door!”

“Oh, I know.. she’s getting what’s coming to her later..”

Peach backed away slightly at this (fully knowing she can also wreck him in seconds if she so needed.)

“..but right now,” Mario trapped Luigi between him and the headboard of the bed, “it’s Luigi’s turn..~”

In a desperate attempt to escape his inevitable fate, Luigi shot his arms out to Mario’s ribs, squeezing them.

Mario squeaked and clamped his arms down, but wasn’t giving up that easy. He forced himself to shoot his arms out next, getting Luigi in the same spot.

Luigi threw his head back immediately, trying to keep a hold on Mario’s shirt to levy himself to try and take control back. He targeted Mario’s neck, and Mario toppled over backwards bringing Luigi with him. Luigi was trying to crawl back down to his face because he had ended up slightly above Mario being the taller one. Mario acted fast seeing his stomach slightly below his face, and grabbed his hips blowing a raspberry on him.

Luigi screeched, and collapsed where he was only pushing his stomach onto Mario more. Mario flipped them over and continued to blow raspberries all over Luigi’s tummy and sides, effectively knocking him down.

“OKAY! Okay I gihihive I give! You wihihihin, f-fratehehello!” Luigi snorted.

“Oh no no no little bro, this is what you get for not helping me while in the hands of a wretched beast!” Mario replied, skittering his fingers all over Luigi’s stomach.

“Hey!” Bowser reacted.

Both Peach and Bowser watched lovingly as the brother’s quite literally were rolling around on the bed. It was pretty adorable to witness the two brothers playing together like kids.

They all ended up accidentally pulling an all-nighter.

[imherequeerandgotexistentialfear]

Do you ever just hope some of your friends are in the tk community, like I need friends who I can trust to sfw wreck me but also have fun and have them enjoy it as well…

[thelavendersquid]

Love Persevering (Tell Me How You Feel)

@amazingmsme and @thebest-medicine - The wait is over! Thank you both for your encouragement to write this fic!!!

Summary: Fjord wants nothing to do with the tickle fights his friends keep starting. Yet he can't help but be drawn to the subject and the memories it brings…

The Mighty Nein talk about feelings and process their grief for Mollymauk through the ticklish love language they all share.

Some grief and light angst but mostly tooth-rotting fluff.

My contribution to Mollymauk Week: Day 4 - Joy

Words: 7,028

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Sequel to No Words Needed but can also be read as a standalone

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What is grief, if not love persevering?

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Jester’s fingers scurry up Caduceus’ sides and he’s laughing immediately, stumbling sideways towards the tunnel wall and holding his hands up in a poor attempt to block her. Jester follows after him, laughing along as Caduceus’ back hits the wall and he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut tight and giving in to his laughter. He gives up trying to bat Jester's hands away and instead focuses on coordinating himself enough to retaliate - jamming his hands towards her armpits and wiggling as best he can possibly manage. His efforts are rewarded by a flinch backwards and sudden giggle. Caduceus can barely focus through his own giggles but he pushes forward, pressing his advantage, and feels Jester pull back slightly, succumbing to giggling.

Caduceus opens his eyes and finds her dancing from foot to foot, trying to escape his fingers without actually moving away. He laughs in an entirely new way, never stilling his fingers as they poke and prod up and down her torso and wiggle under her arms. Jester yelps and falls forward - throwing her arms around him and face planting into his stomach as she dissolves into full-out laughter.

That’s unexpected and Caduceus flinches as she does this, chuckling. Then he wraps his arms around her, pulling her in closer for a hug - as his fingers scribble up her back.

Jester shrieks. Heh. That trick always got his siblings too.

He feels Jester’s fingers pinching up his back just then - as she laughs into his stomach, which might be even more tickly. He’s laughing again.

Jester clings on tighter as Caduceus starts laughing - and he can’t let her win at hugging of all things, so he grips onto her even tighter in return. It’s a bone-crushing, tickly hug that has both of them laughing too hard for words. Caduceus can’t remember the last time he's laughed this hard and he’s reluctant for it to ever end.

Nonetheless, after a few moments it does - he slows his fingers and gently pulls Jester away so they’re facing each other. He squeezes her shoulder, still grinning ear to ear. “That was fun.” Jester beams back up at him. Caduceus looks up at the others - most of whom are looking distinctly uncomfortable. He gives them an easy grin. “You should try it, it’s a lot of fun.”

Jester spins to face the group too, looking delighted. “Yes! Oh Beau-oh! Are you ticklish?” She springs towards Beau, fingers wiggling and a downright evil grin on her face. Caduceus chuckles.

Beau, eyes wide as saucers and looking panicked, holds up her hand. “Wait, wait, no. I’ve got Caleb duty, I’m doing this, I’m busy.” She gestures frantically to her other shoulder, where Caleb’s hand rests.

Jester’s eyes travel up his arm to the glassy-white eyes indicating Caleb is watching them through Frumpkin at the moment. She turns back to Beau. “Alright fi-ne, but I’ll get you later.” She flashes Beau a grin which leaves Beau looking like she's seen a ghost - but with the faintest grin tugging at the corners of her mouth in return.

Jester spins towards the others. “Fjord! What about you?!”

If Beau looked panicked, Fjord looks downright horrified as Jester’s gaze lands on him. “Me? I, ah -“ he coughs and clears his throat, trying to bring his voice back down from where it seems to have leaped up an octave. “I don't have any idea what you’re asking.”

Jester has closed the gap between them with frightening speed. She flashes him that dangerous grin. “Yes you do. Fj-ord, I already know you’re ticklish!” And quick as lightning, her fingers scuttle up his stomach.

Fjord chokes on a gasp and reaches frantically for her hands. “Ah - Jester wait!”

Jester does not wait and Fjord fails to catch her hands, which means she continues wiggling her fingers over his stomach and up towards his ribs. She’s watching his face for any reaction.

It comes. Fjord sucks in a deep breath and clamps his mouth shut, biting down on his cheek.

Jester pouts at this and sets to work even harder. Her fingers poke and prod into the spaces in between his ribs. This has Fjord bending double and turning desperately away from her. Jester grins and flows with him. And Fjord can’t hold back a snort - which turns quickly into hearty chuckles he can’t manage to stop.

Jester laughs in delight and worms her fingers even higher, towards his armpits. Fjord splutters and dissolves into raspy laughter. “Jehehhehhehster ST-hahahahaha-stop ahahahahaha - STOP IT!”

Jester laughs along with him, following as he turns away from her even further. She glances over her shoulder, fingers still wiggling their way beneath Fjord’s armor. “Cad! Come help me!”

Caduceus is watching this with a slight frown spreading across his face. “Hmmm. Hold on a minute. Maybe you’d better give him a break.”

Jester catches something in his tone and turns around to face him. Her fingers on Fjord’s sides slow but don’t still entirely. She gives Caduceus a slight frown and he raises an eyebrow at her and nods towards Fjord. Jester turns back to look at her victim. Fjord is twisted as far away from her as he can possibly be, bent double trying to hide his face, tense as a board, and laughing through gritted teeth - clearly trying to stifle his laughter with little success. Behind the laughter he looks distinctly unhappy.

Jester’s frown deepens and she pulls her hands away. Fjord jerks away from her the moment he's free, turning so his back is to her. Jester blinks and drops her hands to her sides. “Fjord?”

Fjord is biting the inside of his cheek as hard as he possibly can to stop his chuckles. He coughs to clear the last of them away before growling over his shoulder. “Give me a minute. Go find someone else to torture.”

Jester's face falls. She turns to give Caduceus a sad look. He gives her a worried frown in return.

Fjord coughs a few more times for good measure. He can feel every eye upon him. He can also feel the heat rising up his neck. Ugh.

With a shake of his head, Fjord straightens up and turns to briefly face the group. His face is composed. “Come on. Let’s go.” His accent is firmly back in place and he stalks off down the tunnel, leading the way.

Fjord can hear muttering behind him as he walks away but he pointedly ignores it and walks on. Then - footsteps. And there’s Beauregard walking next to him, staring. Fjord glances over at her and she raises her eyebrows. Fjord clears his throat and gives a shake of his head, looking away quickly. Beau doesn’t say anything, but Fjord can feel her gaze locked on him.

Caleb, feeling Beau start walking again, drops back into his body. He blinks a few times to clear his eyes and looks around at the others with a frown. The energy has shifted so dramatically in such a short period of time. Caleb catches Beau's eye and raises his eyebrows at her. She gives him a shrug in return. Caleb frowns but stays quiet.

Jester stares after the others with a dejected look. She turns to Caduceus, who has collected his staff from where it was tossed aside. He gives her a sympathetic look, and slowly the two follow after the group, trailing behind alongside a confused-looked Yasha and Nott.

And so the group presses on in tense silence.

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It's several weeks before Fjord brings it up again. They’ve been busy, thankfully, and he hasn’t had time to let it occupy his mind. And mercifully, Jester and Caduceus have always left him out of their now-becoming-frequent tickle fights and ambushes on unsuspecting members of the Nein. The fact that Fjord makes a quick exit - or at least looks away awkwardly - whenever such events take place probably helps.

But he still can’t help but notice things.

It's not until the group is settled into their rooms at the next inn that Fjord says anything. The quiet night allows him far too much time to think, and he finds himself looking over at Caleb - who is definitely not asleep, Fjord can tell that much from his unsteady breathing.

He takes a deep breath and rolls over to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling. A cough to break the silence, then - “Caleb? Can I ask you something?”

Darkvision allows Fjord to see Caleb visibly jump at the sound of his voice. He turns his head to face his roommate. “Ja, of course.”

“Do you like being tickled?”

There’s a spluttering sound from the other bed and Fjord sits up, alarmed - just in time to catch sight of the wizard in the middle of choking on his own spit. Caleb sits up too, coughing. He’s careful not to look at Fjord. “Ah. I’m sorry. I was not expecting that, is all.”

Fjord nods. Caleb coughs again and brushes an arm across his mouth before sliding back down into his bed. Even in the dark Fjord can see his face is a good two shades darker than before. This does not discourage him from continuing to press.

“I only ask because I’ve seen Jester get you several times now and you’ve never told her to stop or to knock it off, so-“

“Have you tried telling Jester to knock it off?”

Fjord chuckles. “Fair.”

Caleb gives him a hint of a smile, then turns away as it fades and sighs. “I….ah….” He trails off into silence without finishing the sentence.

Silence hangs between them for a long moment. Both staring at up the ceiling without a word. Finally Fjord breaks it. “I don't care, by the way. But can you tell me why? What about it do you like? It’s torture. How can you like it?”

This is met with a slightly strangled sound, then silence. Fjord shifts in his bed to look over at Caleb. The wizard is staring, wide-eyed, up at the ceiling.

Fjord sits up again, looking worried and regretting everything. He shouldn’t have brought this up. “Forget I said anything. We don't have to talk about it.”

Caleb does not respond, just continues staring at the ceiling. Fjord watches him worriedly for a moment, then slowly slides down into his bed. He can feel his own heart racing as he stares up at the ceiling himself. What was he thinking? Of course Caleb doesn't want to talk about it, neither would he if someone brought it up like this - in fact isn't that what Jester did when she grabbed him and reminded him what tickling felt like in the first place? And didn’t he react just as badly? Why would he think this would go any differently? Caleb didn't deserve this. How stupid and insensitive of him for dragging him into it.

With a swoosh, Caleb throws his blanket back and leaps out of bed. Fjord jumps. He pushes himself up. “Caleb?”

No response. Caleb swiftly crosses the room, pushes open the door, and steps out into the hall.

Fjord throws his own blanket back, his feet hitting the floor. “Caleb!”

Not even a glance in his direction. Fjord hurries out of the room. Blinking as his eyes adjust to the light in the hall, he sees Caleb knocking on the door next to theirs.

There’s a creak and the door opens. A sleepy-looking Caduceus stands in the doorway, blinking blearily at them. He takes in the sight of a frenzied-looking Caleb standing in front of him and a confused and scattered Fjord a few steps behind. His face shifts into a soft smile, and he pushes the door open and steps back to let them in. Caleb steps inside and Fjord, not seeing any reason not to, follows.

Caduceus shuts the door and follows behind them, rubbing his eyes. Across the room on the other bed, Yasha is sitting up and looking worried.

Caleb is standing in the middle of the room. He’s fidgeting with his coat and staring at the floor. “I am sorry to wake you both up, I don’t mean to be a bother…”

Caduceus just waves a hand. “Nah. Never a bother.” He waves towards the ground, gesturing for them to sit, before turning away to start making tea.

Yasha is already getting out of bed. “You’re not a bother, Caleb. Do you want some privacy?” She’s sheathing her swords and looking ready to leave.

Caleb shakes his head. “Nein. No. Stay, please.” He drops to the floor, sitting propped against Caduceus’ empty bed.

Fjord, for his part, stands in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. Caduceus turns around, carrying cups of tea. He hands one to Fjord before lowering himself down to the floor, sitting cross-legged and leaning against Yasha’s bed, gesturing for Fjord to join him.

Fjord reluctantly sits down across from him. Yasha has joined Caleb, the four of them forming a little circle in the middle of the bedroom.

Caduceus hands out tea. “So.”

Caleb takes his with both hands. “Danke.” He takes a deep breath. “Ah, I came here because Fjord was asking me about, ah…ti-“ He cuts off abruptly and looks down into his cup.

Caduceus takes a sip of his tea, waiting patiently. Caleb stutters and then trails off again, face growing darker.

Yasha is wearing a confused frown. “About what?”

Caleb takes a deep breath and tries again. “About ti…about kitzlen.”

This time both Yasha and Caduceus look confused. “What?”

Caleb takes a long drink of tea. Fjord sighs, rubs a hand over his face, and speaks up. “I was asking him about tickling. It’s really not a big deal, I shouldn’t have brought it up, let’s all just go to bed and not worry about it-“

He’s cut off by Caduceus’ sudden clarity. “Ahhh.” His expression has cleared into another soft smile.

Yasha’s face clears too and she leans back against the bed again. “Oh.”

Caleb looks surprisingly relieved, despite his face being about five shades redder than usual. He nods. “Ja. That. He asked me about ti…ah, that, and I would like to talk about it, but I…ah…I needed a mediator.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Caduceus says. “I can listen to the two of you talk if that’s what you want, though.” He takes another sip of tea.

Caleb nods. "That is exactly what I would like, thank you Caduceus.”

Caduceus gives him a smile. It's too full of knowing for Caleb’s liking and he looks away quickly. Caduceus’ smile widens.

Caleb takes a deep breath before heaving it back out in a sigh. He’s still staring down into his cup. “I - I do like kitzlen - ah, tick..tickling…Fjord.” He glances up at Fjord - who is staring at him in something like disbelief - before immediately going back to looking at his cup. “It’s a nice, ah, break. Like being inside Frumpkin. Or when I Polymorph. It’s nice to not have every single thought racing through my head. You know?”

Fjord nods slowly. He does know about racing thoughts. Beside him, Yasha is nodding too.

Caleb seems emboldened by this and presses on. He takes another deep breath. “I…like being stupid, sometimes. I am not, most times. Most times I cannot be. So it's nice to be able to sometimes, with people I can be stupid around. I can be stupid around you all and I am very grateful for it. And t…ah, tickling…it lets me do that. And also laugh. I have not laughed very much in my life, but I have never laughed more than I have with you all. And it feels…good.” His eyes dart up for a half-second, just long enough to see the group’s reactions.

Yasha and Caduceus are smiling softly at him. Fjord is staring right through him and looks distinctly uncomfortable, as if he just swallowed another orb.

Caleb takes a long drink of his tea. It helps. When he lowers his cup his face feels less flushed. He glances over at Fjord. “Does that answer your question, Fjord?”

Fjord blinks at him blankly for a moment, before giving his head a shake and sitting up quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes - yes, it does, Caleb. Thank you for sharing that.”

Caduceus gives Caleb a proud smile. “I’m proud of you for talking about that. You did great.” Caleb gives an awkward shrug and looks away, taking another sip of tea.

Caduceus turns to Fjord. “What about you Fjord? Why did you want to talk about tickling?

Fjord sucks in a deep breath and opens his mouth to respond. “Well, I…I…ah…”

Caduceus interrupts his stuttering. “Should Jester be here for this?”

This snaps Fjord out of it. He blinks and looks up at Caduceus. “Jester? Why should Jester be here?”

Caduceus gives a slight shrug. “It might be good for both of you. She was pretty upset after the last tickling incident.”

Fjord heaves a huge sigh and slumps against the bed frame he’s leaning on. He stares down into his cup. “Alright. Yes, she should be here too.”

“I’ll get her.” Everyone turns to see Yasha unfolding herself from the floor and making her way over to the wall dividing their room from Beauregard and Jester’s. She knocks softly. There’s a muffled sound from the other side - words that Fjord can’t quite make out - and then Yasha says, in her soft voice, “Can you two come over here? We’re having a discussion.”

There’s another muffled response and then a few seconds later, a knock at the door. Caduceus, who stood up to refill the tea, opens the door to let in Jester and Beauregard.

Beau rushes into the room, eyes darting around and looking ready for a fight. “Is everyone okay?! What’s going on?!” Jester follows her, looking concerned and just as ready for whatever they might face.

Caduceus holds out cups of tea towards both of them. Beau looks down at the cup, confused. Caduceus pushes it closer and she takes it on instinct, looking back up at him and then around at the others with a frown. “What’s going on?”

Caduceus hands Jester her cup and goes back to his spot next to the bed, lowering himself back down into a cross-legged seat on the floor. Yasha looks over to Beau. “I said we were having a discussion.”

“I thought that might be a code word for ‘we’re being held hostage, come help us!’” Beau carries her tea over and drops down in between Yasha and Caleb.

“Nah, we’re just talking,” Caduceus says, holding out a hand to beckon Jester over. She smiles and plops down next to him, taking a sip of her tea.

“What kind of conversation is this?” Beau asks before taking a sip of her tea.

“Yeah, are you talking about who you want to kiss or what?” Jester pipes up, waggling her eyebrows.

Caduceus sets his tea cup on the floor next to him and looks over at them. “Fjord was talking about tickling.”

Jester’s face lights up immediately and she spins towards Fjord. “Tickling?! Fjord, you were talking about tickling?! Oh, I’m so glad you called us over here, Yasha! Tickling is my fav-or-ite.” She smiles at Yasha, who returns it with a soft smile of her own.

Fjord’s face feels hot again and he busies himself with looking down into his tea once again so as to not have to look at Jester. Out of the corner of his eye he still manages to catch her face fall when she sees his discomfort. He feels something in his chest start to ache.

“So, where were we?” Caleb asks, setting his own cup down too. “I shared the depths of my soul, I believe it was your turn now.” He looks over at Fjord expectantly.

Fjord sighs into his tea cup before taking a breath and steeling himself. He swallows his feelings and looks up, expression - he hopes - settled back into one of confidence. “Right. Well. I was just asking what everyone thought about…well, tickling.” He raises his eyebrows as he looks around at the little group, doing his absolute best to look resolute and interested.

Jester gives him that bright smile again, although there's something sad deep in her eyes that Fjord wishes he hadn’t seen. “I loooooove tickling! It’s so much fun! Like, tickle fights - they're the best thing ever.” Her tail is wagging ever so slightly, tapping against the ground. Fjord can't help the smile that twitches onto his face.

“I don’t have strong feelings about it either way,” Beau says, across from him. Fjord turns to look at her and gives a nod. Caduceus turns as well and studies her for a moment, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Beau catches his eye and flushes bright red. She turns back to her tea quickly. The faintest of smiles spreads across Caduceus’ face.

Caduceus turns back to Fjord. “I like tickling. It’s fun. I’ve always had fun with it with my siblings and sometimes my parents too - we got my dad one time, that was great.” He grins at the memory, an infectious look that the others find the corners of their lips twitching to match.

Fjord turns to Yasha. “What about you, Yasha? What do you think?”

Yasha has been looking lost in thought, gazing down at the ground. She looks up and says, softly, "It reminds me of Molly.”

Fjord blinks in surprise before looking down at the ground himself. He nods, and his voice drops to a whisper as he says, “It reminds me of Molly too.”

Yasha gives him a soft smile, which Fjord looks up just in time to catch. “It’s just, it’s everything that he was, you know? He was…Molly was…he was so carefree and he loved to have fun, and he loved to make people laugh - oh, he loved to make people laugh.” She smiles brighter, fond, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as the memory comes back.

Fjord nods. “And he was so touchy. He was always looking for a hug or trying to get closer.”

Yasha looks back at him. “Oh yes, oh yes, he loved to be hugged and held and cuddle. He loved touch. And he - he felt like a warm hug. You know?”

Fjord nods rapidly. His eyes have become wet with tears. “He did. He really did.”

Yasha sniffs and reaches up to wipe away a tear of her own. “That's why tickling reminds me of him. It’s all those things wrapped up in one - all that touchy-feely, carefree, fun that feels like a warm hug. And that's what he was too. He was all of those things in one.”

Fjord can feel the tears startling to trail out of his eyes. He looks down, furiously trying to blink them back. “He liked it, too.”

“Tickling? Oh yes, he loved it.” A wet smile spreads across Yasha’s face again as she wipes away more tears that are steadily streaking down her face. “He loved both sides of it. He would tickle me to pieces so, so often - and he loved it when I’d get him back.” She looks back up at Fjord with that shaky, soft smile. “Some of my absolutely favorite memories are of those times."

Fjord nods and wipes a hand roughly across his face. “He got me a few times. I wish I’d let him do it more often."

“He got all of us, I think,” comes Caleb's voice from across the circle. Fjord and Yasha turn to face him and see him wiping away his own tears. A shaky smile perseveres on his face anyway. “He really loved it.”

Beau, next to him, takes a shaky breath and nods. “He got me too, the jerk.” She rubs away the tears that are trailing down her already wet face, past the fond smile she can’t manage to hold back.

Jester sniffles and says, softly, “We had so many tickle fights. It was so much fun.” She pauses, staring off into the space, remembering. Her eyes well up with tears. “I miss him.” Her voice cracks as she says it. Caduceus puts an arm around her and she snuggles closer to him.

Beau is wiping her fists over her face. She sniffs. “We should have a tickle fight in honor of him. He would’ve liked that.”

Caduceus looks over at Fjord. “How are you holding up, Fjord?”

Fjord takes a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh, wiping away more tears. “I miss him too, Jester.” Jester gives him a watery smile. Fjord coughs and takes another deep breath. “I…I’ve been tickled before. When I was a kid. I was picked on, and I was quite often the victim of tickle, well…torture from the other kids. They were stronger than me so they could pin me down and I couldn't get away. I couldn’t get them to stop so I just had to take it. I hated it. It made me feel powerless and weak. But I could never quite manage to stop being ticklish. I hated that, I hated being so ticklish.” He looks around at the others with a tinge of hesitation. They're watching him - eyes soft and still glistening with tears.

Fjord sucks in another breath and goes on. “But with Molly….I don’t know. It always felt different when Molly would try to tickle me. It felt…warm, like Yasha said.” He trails off, looking up at the ceiling for a moment, and then sighs. “I regret fighting him off so much. He meant well by it.”

“It was his way of showing love,” Yasha says softly. She wipes away more tears and a shaky smile spreads across her face as she looks at Fjord and then around at the group. “He loved you. He loved all of us. So much.”

Caleb, Beau, Jester and Fjord all reach up to wipe away more tears that threaten to spill over. Caduceus finds his own eyes damp too.

Fjord nods and heaves a sigh. He turns towards Jester. “And I…I’m sorry for fighting you off, too, Jester. It’s always felt warm from you too.”

Jester gives him a smile. “Aww, I’m glad it does! I don’t ever, ever, ever want it to be mean, Fjord, I like tickling and I think it’s fun and I want it to be fun for whoever I’m tickling too. I just want to make them laugh.” She glances over at Caleb, who gives her a smile.

Fjord gives her a faint smile of his own. With another sigh, he turns to look around the group. They’re all still sniffling and wiping away tears that slowly slip out. But they’re also all smiling.

“I can see how much of a loving thing it is for all of you. It’s not mean. And I…I’d love to be part of that. But I’m not sure I can handle it. I’m not sure I can let go of that control.”

Caleb is nodding. Yasha and Beau look like they know the feeling he's talking about too. For a moment, as Fjord looks around at all of their faces, he senses for the first time that…he might not be alone in this. He'd never considered that this might not come naturally to the rest of his friends either.

Jester sits up, pushing away from Caduceus. She leans towards Fjord. “What if we tickled you for just, like, a few seconds? Just to see if you like it? Just to try it out?”

Caduceus looks up brightly. “A trial tickle!”

Fjord studies them for a moment. He looks down at his cup. Then he nods and looks up at Jester. “Yes. Let’s do it.” He throws his arms open. “You can have five seconds.”

Jester blinks in surprise. She had not expected that to work. She looks around the little circle. Her friends all wave her forward, grins spreading across their faces. So, a grin working its way onto her own face, she turns back to Fjord and shuffles over until she’s kneeling right in front of him.

Fjord blinks up at her with his best puppy-eyed face. A nervous grin is already threatening to break through.

Jester giggles, still tinged with emotion and a little sadness, and wipes away the last of her tears with the back of her hand. “Fj-ord! This is going to be so much fun.”

Fjord scoots backwards, closer to the bed. “Five seconds, remember? Just five seconds.”

“Of course.” Jester shuffles forward, closing the gap between them. She flashes him another grin - and it reminds him of Molly, she’s really perfected that terrifying look tieflings can have - and slowly lowers her wiggling fingers towards his stomach. Fjord bites down on his lip.

The second Jester's fingers make contact, Fjord feels every muscle in his body contract and tense. He tries to pull away but there's nowhere to go - he's already pressed himself against the bed frame as far as he can go. So instead he squirms to the side and tries to brace himself.

Jester’s fingers scribble over Fjord’s stomach and Fjord clamps his mouth shut to block out the noises threatening to spill out. He flinches away again as her claws pinch at his sides. Yep. This is every bit the torture he expected. The loss of control over his own reactions brings with it a dark cloud of memories, none of them good. He’s vulnerable, weak…small. It’s almost unbearable, and he’s about to open his mouth and yell for Jester to stop…when her fingers shift every so slightly. Up. To begin scratching at his lower ribs.

And all the emotions burst out of Fjord in a sudden bark of laughter he could never hope to hold back. “HA!”

Jester giggles. Fjord tries to bite down on his tongue again but doesn't quite manage it. Now that the dam is broken, laughter bubbles up out of his throat. “Ah-hehehehehehehahahahahaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” And just like that, he’s rolling side to side with laughter, trying to bat away Jester's fingers that are scribbling and scratching over his ribs.

And to his surprise, he finds himself not hating it.

Actually…

It is kind of fun.

It’s just laughter after all, Fjord realizes. It’s an excuse to be silly and laugh. And it feels every bit as warm as he just described. It feels loving. It feels playful. It feels like every other time Jester tries to drag him into her silliness and make him laugh.

And just like all the other times Jester pulls them into her silly antics, he’s having fun.

Just as quickly as it began, it's over. Jester rocks back onto her heels, grinning down at him - Fjord realizes belatedly that he's somehow wound up on his back on the floor.

His second realization is that he's disappointed that she stopped.

“Sooooo, what did you think?!” Jester asks eagerly, leaning in towards him and still wearing that grin. But Fjord can see something else in her eyes - a glimmer of nervousness. Hesitation. Concern. Worry that maybe, despite her best efforts, he might still have hated it.

Fjord is panting for breath. He returns her grin almost shyly before looking away and muttering, “You don’t have to stop.”

Jester squeals and jumps on top of him, throwing her arms around him in a hug. “AHH Fjord! I’m sooooo glad you liked it!” Fjord jumps before realizing what she’s doing and puts his arms around her in return. Then he feels Jester’s fingers wiggling up his back and he snorts - before they work their way into his armpits and he's laughing again. He buries his face in her shoulder as the giggles take him again. “AHAHAHAHAH no that wasn’t fa-hehehehehahaha-air!” Jester giggles right along with him.

The rest of the group is chuckling too, watching this. Caleb turns to Beauregard. “A tickle fight in Molly’s memory, ja?”

Beau gives him a nervous grin and scoots back slightly. A rare playful grin leaps onto Caleb’s face and he grabs her arm before she can get away. The look of shock that flashes onto both their faces when that actually works makes them both burst out laughing. And then Caleb’s other hand is spidering up Beau’s arm and she’s giggling and flailing around for an entirely different reason. Caleb turns and calls over his shoulder, “Yasha! Come help me!” Yasha, grinning, grabs onto to Beau and holds her in place - allowing Caleb to bring the other hand into action on her sides and leaving Beau cackling with laughter.

Caduceus is grinning from ear to ear as he watches this tickly battle take place. There’s Jester attacking Fjord and making him laugh harder than Caduceus has ever seen. It’s a good look on him. Fjord is starting to try and return the favor, Caduceus can see. Unsuccessfully so far - Jester is one step ahead of him and making him slam his arms back down against his sides by going for his armpits every time - but Caduceus is confident he’ll power through and have a counter attack coordinated soon enough.

A few feet away from that, Caleb and Yasha are wrecking Beau - who has already managed to slip one arm out and latch it onto to Caleb’s ribs, leaving him bent over with laughter even as he continues scribbling his own fingers across her stomach. It’s hard to say which of the three are laughing the hardest - Yasha isn’t even being tickled, but she's laughing as if she is. Caduceus smiles.

A sudden warm breeze blows through the room, and Caduceus looks up, smiling, as he closes his eyes and leans into the Wild Mother’s embrace. He feels another swirling breeze and opens his eyes gently, sensing another presence - and jumps as he finds a mostly-translucent, lavender-colored, ghostly figure standing next to him.

Another warm breeze blows immediately. And Caduceus suddenly realizes he recognizes this figure - from stories, drawings, illusions. He’s seen those horns before, heard about those tattoos, seen that spade-tipped tail. A whisper comes through on the wind, a warm smile from the Wild Mother accompanying it - Mollymauk.

The figure gives Caduceus a smile. Then, before he can react, it’s diving forward into the tickly fray. Caduceus watches as the spectral purple tiefling darts over to Fjord and Jester and squeezes Fjord’s side a few times, before immediately spidering ghostly fingers up Jester's back. To Caduceus’ surprise, they both jump and squeal at the sudden touch. He blinks. They shouldn’t be able to feel that. But…somehow they can?

The specter dashes across the room and grabs Beau’s foot, scribbling claws across the bottom and leaving Beau shrieking with laughter in a whole new way - while its tail wiggles underneath Caleb’s arms, making him choke on a squeal and dissolve quickly into giggles. Wearing a bright grin, the ghostly Molly lets the two of them go and throws itself into Yasha’s lap, claws wiggling against her stomach. Yasha yelps and bends double, giggles spilling out.

The specter turns to look at Caduceus - grinning brightly from its place in Yasha’s lap, fingers now working their way up across her ribs. It sees him watching and pulls one hand away to gesture towards him - a beckoning motion.

Caduceus doesn’t hesitate. With a soft smile, he stands up and goes to help Fjord coordinate his still-unsuccessful counter attack on Jester. Taking a note from the specter, he spiders his fingers up her back. It works for a moment - she squeals and bursts out laughing - “Caduhahahahahaceus! Hahahahaha nohohoho!”

But Fjord is no help in this attack, and Caduceus quickly finds himself pinned underneath Jester as she spins around and lost to laughter before her fingers even find his sides. He doesn’t protest.

Jester has mercy on him after a moment, letting up and turning back to Fjord, who has been laying on his back panting for breath. But instead of attacking him again, she says, “Fjord! C’mere! Look, Caduceus is, like, really ticklish on his ears.” And suddenly her fingers are scratching the back of his ear and Caduceus is giggling again and trying his best to squirm away. Moments later he feels a second set of hands on his other ear - Fjord, the traitor. He yelps and gives up trying to get away in favor of bursting into laughter. Fjord and Jester both start laughing along with him, which somehow only makes him laugh harder. It feels good.

CRASH!

All tickling ceases as everyone jumps and looks, startled, in the direction of the door. Bursting through the doorway is Nott, crossbow loaded and ready to fire. She swivels side to side, aiming the crossbow wildly while she looks for a threat. Yeza peeks out nervously from behind her. Nott looks around and slowly lowers the crossbow at the sight of all her friends staring at her. “What’s going on?! We heard screaming and thought you were under attack!”

Beau, currently on the floor being held in place by Yasha while Caleb looms over her, fingers stilled in place on her stomach, shouts, “We are!”

This snaps the others out of it. Chuckles start spreading around the room again. Nott looks confused.

Jester beams over at Nott and Yeza, fingers still on Caduceus’ ears, who is taking the blessed opportunity to catch his breath. “We’re having a tickle fight! Come on, come join!”

Nott stares at them all for a moment. She looks unimpressed and gives a shake of her head. “I'm not ticklish.”

A set of fingers from behind her suddenly squeeze just below her arms and Nott yelps. The others, watching, giggle. Nott spins around and comes face to face with a grinning Yeza.

“What was that about not being ticklish?” Yeza asks. Nott’s face flushes and she looks away. Yeza reaches out to grab her - and misses, as she's gone in a flash. She peeks out from behind Fjord, doing her best to stifle the grin that's working it's way onto her face. Yeza laughs and leaps forward, fingers wiggling. Nott yelps again and ducks behind Fjord.

Fjord is laughing. So is Caleb, as he ditches Beau to jump forward and try to catch Nott. Nott dodges him easily but looks like she's trying not to laugh - and seconds later gives in, joining Caleb and everyone else in laughter.

Just like that, the battle is back on. It’s Beau who manages to grab Nott first and holds her still as Yeza demonstrates her most ticklish spots for the rest of the group to exploit. Nott is howling with laughter, but eventually manages to coordinate herself enough to get out, “He's ticklish too! Get the back of his knees!” It's unclear whether she's talking about Yeza or Caleb so the others split their attention between both - and find that knees are a bad spot for both, leaving them both rolling with laughter.

This back-and-forth, all-out, giggly battle goes on for another minute. Caduceus, every time he opens his eyes, seeing the lavender specter laughing right along with them as it dodges in and out of the fray. It makes him smile.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The group freezes again. This time they all look alarmed as they look up towards the door.

A voice comes through. “Can you quiet down please?! It's almost midnight - we’re getting complaints!”

There's a pause. Then Fjord - suddenly composed and voice smooth, if slightly out of breath - calls out, “Yes, yes of course! Our apologies! We’ll quiet down.”

The group waits with bated breath. There’s a huff on the other side of the door and then footsteps walking away.

One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. The group glances around at one other, make eye contact…

And collapse with laughter.

Fjord falls over onto Jester's shoulder, who’s rapidly making her way towards the floor and landing on top of Caduceus. Caleb is losing it, leaning fully onto Beauregard, who’s collapsed onto Jester. Nott and Yeza are leaning against each other and Yasha. All laughing too hard to speak.

“Oh my gods, we’re the worst!” Beau practically yells. This is followed by a chorus of shushing, which only makes them all laugh even harder.

Eventually the laughter trails off. Caleb wipes tears away from his face and readjusts himself to rest his head against Beau’s stomach. He holds out a hand, beckoning the others over. Jester, seeing what he’s doing, leaps over to cuddle up next to him and Beau. Nott pulls Yeza over and takes his other side, snuggling close. Caleb pulls them both in even closer. Yasha slides over and throws an arm over Jester and Caleb. Fjord lays down next to Beauregard, who looks over at him before grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in closer. Fjord reaches out to grab Caduceus and pulls him along.

Caduceus, as he snuggles in close to Fjord, Beau, and the others, watches as the purple specter worms its way into the cuddle pile too. It - he, Molly - drapes across the top of all of them. Arms threading their way in between to wrap around Yasha and Jester, legs worming their way underneath Fjord and Beau, tail wrapping around Caleb and Nott. He seems to almost melt into the group, in the way only a truly boneless ghost-like specter can. And the others unconsciously respond to him - wrapping their arms around limbs and a tail that aren't really there…and yet, perhaps, are there after all.

No one else seems to see this figure. But that's okay, Caduceus decides. They can all feel him. And isn’t that what really matters, in the end?

Caduceus catches Fjord’s eye and gives him a smile. Fjord returns it. He looks happier than Caduceus thinks he’s ever seen him.

Another, softer breeze blows through the room. Caduceus and Fjord both close their eyes as they feel its embrace. And there, surrounded by the warmth, still lingering smiles, and slowly steadying breathing of their friends, they drift gently to sleep.

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could u do 21 for lee!bakugou and literally any ler of ur choosing, i just love ticklish bakugou more than air LMAO

Prompt 21 - "Big talk for someone so ticklish."

A/N: i also love ticklish bakugo he is so cute

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The sound of laughter rang out from a small training room on the lower floor of the dorms. Kirishima was on the ground, laughing with his head back and his legs kicking as Kaminari awkwardly pinned him, half kneeling over his middle. The cause of his laughter was Kaminari tickling as avidly as he could along his stomach with his one free hand.

“YahahAHA- nohoho Kahahahahaminariii-hehee!”

“Tap out! Tap out!” He pressured his friend incessantly. “You know you want to!”

“Noohhoho!” Kirishima cackled.

“Oi! You guys better be done in here by 9 or I’ll kick your asses.” Katsuki grumbled loudly from the doorway as he passed by. “And stop being so fucking loud.”

Kaminari and Kirishima looked at each other for a moment, stopping their goofy ‘spar’, and looked at their explosive friend.

“Why don’t you just come train with us?” Kirishima asked, waving him in.

“Train?” Bakugo gave them a skeptical once over as they both stood. “What the hell are you guys even doing in here?”

“Training.” Kirishima smirked at him. “No quirks, though. Just a good ol’ spar.”

“Yep. Just gotta get the other person to tap out.” And then Kaminari winked as he added. “By any means necessary.” He wiggled his fingers at Kirishima who swatted him away.

“Yeah right, I’d kick your asses in a second.” Bakugo huffed, starting to walk away.

Kirishima rolled his eyes dramatically for Kaminari’s benefit. “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Hah-?” Bakugo turned around with wide, angry eyes. “What did you just say?!”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, unphased. “You heard me.”

“Why you little- what are you talking about? I’m not even- you’re stupid- what-”

“Come on then, spar with us!” Kaminari riled him further. “Unless you’re scared?”

“You extras couldn’t even dream of beating me!” Bakugo took a step into the room. His friends’ grins widened.

What Bakugo didn’t expect off the bat was for both of them to team up and gang up on him, knocking him over on his back after a few minutes of constant battering. “Screw you guys!” Katsuki shouted, bringing his palm up toward Kirishima.

“Ah, ah, ah! No quirks!” Eijirou scolded him, grabbing the arm. “Don’t be a sore loser now!”

“LOSER?! HAH! YOU’RE THE LOSERS!” Katsuki fumed, struggling as Kirishima climbed over his thighs and Kaminari leaned across the arm that Kirishima wasn’t holding.

“Don’t wanna give up yet? That’s fine~.” Denki teased, and then brought his hands down to pinch at their explosive friend’s ribs.

“BA-FFFFF-FUCK! HA! NO!” Bakugo protested loudly, wiggling under their pin and kicking his legs.

“Toooooooold you~.” Kirishima sing-songed. “Now, don’t worry, all you have to do now is give up.”

“NEVER! JEHEHEHERKS!” Katsuki shouted as he started to laugh, unable to avoid the constant plucking of fingers along his side and ribs. Soon, one of Kirishima’s hands joined the fray and tickled along his stomach and hips. Bakugo shrank into the floor, laughing stubbornly under his friends’ ticklish assault. It would be a while before he gave in, they all knew it.

Katsuki was ‘never’ getting dragged into this type of ‘training’ again! He barely got in five minutes of actual hand to hand combat before the two of them pinned him down. And now, he was going to spend the rest of their sparring time laughing himself silly. At least it would be an ab workout? Eventually, he would tap out. And the three of them would laugh. And in the coming days, he would exact thorough revenge of both of them.

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The Clegane Brothers pt. 3

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Fic below the cut ⇣

[Ticklish!Sandor⎢Ler/Gregor]

Authors note: This is the sequel to The Clegane Brothers pt.1 & pt.2 (you're invited to read them first but you don't necessarily have to). I couldn’t help but make a little drawing of the scene once again. Hehe.

sfw nsfw

Summary: Y'all remember when Sandor trapped his big brother and tickled him to oblivion for revenge? Well, let's say the most feared knight of the kings guard won't put up with that...

warnings: this is a tickle fic⎢non-con tickling⎢foul language

Something was off. Sandor had a bad feeling for days now.

Since he made the escape out of the woods and hid a few days successfully from his vengeful brother, they first collided at the court for a training session with the other knights.

To Sandors surprise, Gregor didn't seem to seek revenge. He didn’t even talk to Sandor at first. It almost seemed as if the older one was ashamed due to the past events. The days went by and things returned to normal. Gregor acted as if nothing happened so the younger brother almost hoped the humiliation from the woods would be forgotten and never be talked about again. He'd loved to tease Gregor with the things he found out but he wasn't tired of life.

But now, about two weeks after his wicked revenge, Sandor felt like a massive storm is coming up all of a sudden. Gregs behaviour didn't change but he simply knew his brother won't just take such a humiliation. Him being so polite and unbothered was not a good but a warning sign. He probably planned something even worse, than Sandor could ever make up in his head.

What can I say? He knew his brother well. Cause he was right. Oh man, he was damn right. And then- the day came...

It was one of those warm and sunny evenings at Casterly Rock when Sandor decided to finally reach out to one of the maids, named Mable. He courted her for a long time now. He brought her flowers and wrote a few poets, even though he knew he wasn't good at it. And now, finally, he asked her to meet at one of the terraces with a great view over the sunset sea.

He had prepared a little picnic and was pretty nervous when he waited for her. Sandor wasn't used to feel such agitation. She was the most beautiful creature he ever laid his eyes on and much more important to him than all the negligible affairs before. Since he had seen Mable, he forgot about all the other girls he'd been with. Mable was not only beautiful. She was also smart and graceful with a great sense of humour. On top she wasn't panting after his highly trained knight's body like everyone else but seemed mildly unimpressed by his uncommon strength.

Of course this behaviour attracted and triggered Sandor in same measure. So he suggested to go to the training court after they finished their picnic. He planned to give her a taste of his skills and strength, hoping she'd be impressed. But things took a turn...

"Who's gonna fight me?", Sandor entered the court with Mable on his side and a lot of confidence hin his luggage.

The few men that were currently training looked at him confusedly.

"What about me?", another voice sounds from a different direction. It was -oh no-

Sandor hasn't seen his brother in the dark corner to his left, practising some shadowboxing. Even though the younger one was pretty well trained and uncommonly strong for his age, he'd never dare and challenge Gregor. The Mountain was feared among the knights, for good reasons.

But now he couldn't back down in front of the girl he desperately tried to impress. "Umm-", Sandor mumbled when Greg paused his practise and walked over to them.

"Isn't that your brother? The mountain?", Mable asked. Something in her voice had changed. She wasn't as confident anymore. It seems his presence somehow frightened her.

"That's right. But don't worry, I fought him many times before.", Sandor tried to play it cool, knowing exactly his brother always spares him. But he wasn't so sure he'd do him this favour now, after what happened.

Suddenly Greg put his arm on his little brothers shoulder what made Sandor look small next to his gigantic shape. He bowed down so his head was right behind Sandors ear and whispered loud enough, that Mable could hear him too: "So that's your new girl, huh? I bet she's not aware of your little weakness yet?"

Sandors stomach tightened but he tried not to show: "Beat it, Gregor!"

"That's perfect.", Gregor pulled his shirt over his head and then got into his typical fighting position. "I thought about my revenge a lot. Embarrassing you in front of your girl is better than anything I would've come up with!"

Sandor looked over to Mable, who was closely monitoring, shaking her head barely noticeable. "Don't."

He looked at his older brothers massive body with every muscle bulging clearly and already knew whatever was coming, he wouldn't perform well. What was also sure by now: Gregor wouldn't be as merciful this time. But turn tail before they even started wasn't an option.

Intentionally or not- Sandor also got into his fighting position, looking up to his 6.9 ft bear of a brother who was grinning from ear to ear. The younger one swallowed hard before he quickly moved forward and threw a punch. Gregor didn't dodge the attack on purpose, let his brother strike into his stone hard obliques just to show it doesn't mean shit to him.

"Adorable.", he snickered. All of a sudden his arm shot forward and caught Sandors fist who tried to land the next punch. Their eyes met for a second when Sandor realised it was over already.

The mountain turned his wrist, forcing Sandor to the ground, placing himself right above him. With his wrist tightly secured in his hand, he had full control over his little bothers body and movements.

"That's all it takes? I thought I trained you better!", Gregor shook his head disappointedly. Sandor was deeply embarrassed. He never lose that fast before, not even against his brother. That was by far his worst performance. "Let me go!" It was hard to understand what he was saying with his head being pushed into the dusty ground.

"Good joke, little one.", Gregor chuckled again. "We're not done here."

"Greg, no!", Sandors heart started racing. He didn't knew exactly what his brother would do to him but he knew he'd ruthlessly humiliate him in some way. With Mable watching.

He looked up to her from below and saw that she had her hands in front of her mouth with wide eyes.

"What's your name, precious?", Gregor ignored his brother beneath him, turning towards the maid.

"Mable.", she tried to sound confident but everyone could hear the insecurity in her voice. Some of the other knights had come closer to watch the scene. Most of them had been defeated by Sandor before, so they desired to watch the skilled knight getting his ass handed to him.

"Beautiful name. So Mable, you probably think my little brother is a respectable warrior who's going to protect you with these strong muscles.", Gregor squeezed into Sandors defined bicep, right beneath the armpit, who immediately flinched with an involuntary grunt leaving his throat.

"Well- you're wrong.", Greg snickered. "Listen up guys!", he turned towards the other knights. "Everyone who had been beaten by him, I‘ll give you some information you can deal with however you want!“

„Gregor NO! Shut up!“, the younger brother shouted strongly. He had a bad feeling about this.

„You gotta know he may be able to defeat you if you’re attacking with fists or swords - but - have you tried fingers yet?“, without further warning Gregor scribbled his free hand all over Sandors involuntary exposed ribcage.

„GREG NOHOHOO FUHUHUCK YOUHAHAHAA!!“, Sandor started twitching from left to right uncontrollably, shouting and laughing from the top of his lungs. He couldn‘t even hold it in for at least a few seconds.

The knights exchanged some irritated but amused looks while Gregor continued tickling his brothers ribs: "What's wrong, Sandor? Are we a little ticklish?"

Sandor started screaming while laughing his ass off when Gregor stayed at his back ribs, a really bad spot indeed. "PLEHEHEASE! STOHOHOP!!" He didn't dare to look up to Mable who was probably still watching the scene. Sandor was deeply embarrassed about how the situation turned out. "NOHOHO MOHORE PLEHEASE GREHEGAHAHAA!!"

All of a sudden the tickling stopped. Between his own diminishing laughter, Sandor heard a weird noise, something like the squeak of a piglet. Greg let go of him and Sandor immediately turned towards him to dodge any further attacks. The scene before him surprised the younger brother completely: Mable had sneaked up on Gregor from behind to attack him with tickles as well! Greg, wo was caught completely off guard couldn't stifle an involuntary squeak and fell off of him.

"W-What are youhu-", Sandor stumbled, still giggling, looking at the young woman in absolute disbelieve.

Gregor turned around as quick as a viper, catching her hands in a heartbeat. with her wrists captured, he got up and increased his appearance to his full size. "What do you think you're doing?"

Mable looked up to him with a cheeky smile. Her attitude had changed. Even though she has fallen into disgrace by now, she seemed confident again. "I was tickling you:", she answered with a smirk.

Gregor looked down with a stony face. He didn't know what to counter when, out of nothing, he squeaked again!

Sandor had approached from behind and clawed into his brothers ribs! Gregs arms immediately trapped his hands but he couldn't build up enough pressure to immobilise his fingers completely so Sandor continued tickling him. Every muscle in Gregors giant body tensed while he tried not to burst out laughing. His grip around Mable‘s wrists loosened while trying to figure out what to do.

"Come on guys! Help us! That's your chance to take revenge for every time he humiliated you!", Sandor invited the knights around.

That was the moment Gregor knew he needed to act. He let go of Mable and turned around to face his brother. He didn't waste a second and pounced on him to start a rigorous tickle attack. But before Gregor could lay his hands on his brothers ticklish upper body, two tiny hands squeezed into his sides from behind. "Ehehey!!" He turned his head around, still sitting on his brothers waist, only to meet Mables bold gaze. She smirked when she continued clawing into his ribs.

"Fuhuck! Stop that NOW!", Greg captured one of her hands when very sudden his other wrist was pulled backwards. He lost his balance and fell on his back. Then he saw one of the knights, who had pulled him off his brother and now kneeled on his arm. Before he could use his free hand to grab him, another knight caught it and did the same. Gregor didn't know what hit him when he suddenly laid flat on his back, two knights kneeling on his tree trunk shaped arms and another two hurrying to hold his ankles in place. "What-?! GET OFF YOU BASTARDS!"

Well- those knights might enjoyed watching Sandor being punished but Gregor?? Gregor was the epitome of harassment to them. They’d probably give their left leg to see him suffer for once.

The mountain pulled as hard as he could and - indeed! - he managed to lift up his arms slowly but surely, with the whole bodyweight of his opponents on top! His strength was inhuman!

Just when the knights realized it was a risky idea to challenge this monster of a man, his brother rose up in front of him. His eyes had a fierce glance. "You're going to suffer SO BAD for this."

"Sandor-", Gregor shook his head in a warning manner. "You'll regret this!"

"How could I regret this?", he smirked when he kneeled down next to his brother. Then he slid one finger up and down his side, drawing little circles here and there. The muscles on Gregors upper body bulged out again. "Ahhrghh. DON'T!"

"Wan't a piece of the cake too?", Sandor grinned over to Mable who came closer with an evil smirk. She seemed proud of her actions.

"Sit down.", he winked at her and she kneeled on Gregors left.

"You thought it would be a nice revenge to humiliate me in front of my girl? Well, you underestimated her.", Sandor smirked, then made an inviting gesture. "Ladies first."

Mables smile widened when she started wiggling her fingers at Gregor, who's eyes widened. He seemed to be unable to accept what was going on here. Again, he tried his best to get out, while shaking his head. "Nonono! Don't you dare!"

"Oh I dare!", she snickered when her sharp nails started skittering all over his ribcage. Gregor immediately lost it: "EHEHEVIL BIHITCH! KNOHOCK IT OFF!"

"Wow he's indeed very ticklish!", she giggled, surprised about his intense reaction.

"Right?", Sandor snickered. "I always wanted to test how bad his armpits are." He moved is hands in his direction and watched Gregor go crazy about it.

"NOHO FUHUCK NOO! DON'T TOHOUCH ME!", he sounded pretty fed up but the involuntary giggling due to the soft tickling of Mable destroyed his fearsomeness.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry.", Sandor smirked when he slid one finger from Gregors elbow down his bicep.

"FUHUCKING PRIHICK!!", Gregor tried everything in his power to free himself but for the first time (in forever?) nothing helped. Six opponents at once that were also aware of his probably biggest weakness was simply too much. He was inferior.

When Sandor finally reached his exposed armpit, a helpless scream slipped out of Gregors throat: "AHHHAHAAA PLEHEHEASE DON'T!! SAHAHANDOR!"

"I think I never saw someone as ticklish as him! Wow!", one of the knights chuckled.

"I mean you barely touch him!", another agreed.

"Yeah but we can change that!", Sandor grinned and started clawing into both of Gregors armpits at once.

An indescribable scream, followed by hysterical laughter was Gregors involuntary response to that merciless attack. While everyone was exchanging surprised looks while smirking or chuckling because of that reaction, Mable started kneading his hips softly.

Gregor, who wasn't able to threaten anymore, shook his hip from left to right, to escape her torturous hands. But Mable wasn't easy to dismiss, so she climbed on his waist to straddle it. Unfortunately her bodyweight wasn't enough for the mountain to hold still, so Sandor climbed on his chest as well. Now he was immobilised completely.

When Sandor looked down to his screaming and laughing brother, he recognised an uncommon glance on his face: Fear.

He didn't even know the mountain was able to sense such an emotion. So the younger one decided it was time to give him a break and slowly decreased the tickling. Mable also stopped and the laughter slowly subsided.

While Gregor still was breathing heavily, Sandor bent forward so his face was only a few centimetres away from Gregs.

"Do you apologise, brother?"

A contemptuously hiss was the answer.

"You sure?", Sandor snickered, clearly enjoying the power he held in this moment. He started drawing soft, little circles with his pointing finger right beneath Gregors armpit, an even worse spot he discovered.

"You little shihit!", his big brother growled when another giggle slipped. "Youhu better apohologise!"

"Wrong answer.", Sandor chuckled, while giving everyone a sign, Gregor clearly understood. "You seem to mistake the situation. You're not the one in charge here."

"SANDOR, NO! FUCK DON'T LET THEM- PLEASE! WE'RE BROTHERS!", Gregors panic grew when he noticed the knights on his ankles were taking his shoes off.

"You know the game of thrones brother. You described it to me quite a few times. Wether you win-or?", Sandor looked down at him with an evil smirk. "Say it."

"MY ASS!", Gregor shouted.

"Say. It.", Sandor started kneading his armpits, provoking helpless laughter once again.

"-ohor youhu diehehee!", Gregor gave in, laughing desperately.

"Correct! Since you lost, it’s time to die now!", Sandor celebrated when all at once started tickling a certain spot:

The knights that were sitting on his legs spidered their fingers over his bare soles, the ones on his arms were targeting an armpit each while Mable focused on his thighs. Sandor was still kneeling on top of his hips, kneading his sides and ribs mercilessly.

That was too much for the mountain, who remained more of a molehill, at best.

“BAHAHAHA-BAHAASTAHARDS!! I’LL KIHILL Y’AHAHAALL!!”, he screamed on top of his lungs before his words drowned in a hysterical laughing fit.

“Aww poor brother, are you too sensitive to handle a little tickling?”, Sandor mocked, knowing he’d be doomed himself if he was sin Gregors shoes. “Look at the fierce Mountain, everyone! Collapsing under a few skittering fingers!”

“FUHUCK OHOFF!”, Greg groaned tortured between the high-pitched laughter.

“Hopefully our enemies won’t figure this out!”, one of the knights chuckled.

“The’d probably switch their swords to a more effective weapon. Such as feathers!”, another one laughed along.

“Shush!”, Mable acted as if she wanted to protect Gregor, only to go one better: “It must be hard for him to train his whole life and maintain the facade of a fierce warrior only to have it destroyed in seconds because of this big weakness he can do nothing about!”

Gregor, who was still laughing uncontrollably, didn’t get much of the conversation but he knew they were making fun of him. He hasn’t been humiliated like this his whole life. And he knew he couldn’t take much more. No more teasing but especially no more tickle torture.

“I’LL PEHEEEL OFF YOUR SKIHIN AHAND EHEAT IT FOHOR DIHINNER!!”, he threatened, helplessly laughing.

“What did you say? Couldn’t understand due to all that laughter bubbling out of your mouth.”, Sandor chuckled poking his abs continuously.

“LIHISTEN YOUHU FUHUCKERS!! HE’S MY BRHOHOTHER AND SHE’S AHAHA GIHIRL BUHUT YOUHU-“, Gregor turnt to the knights, that were totally absorbed in tickling him to pieces. “-I’LL TAHAHAKE YOUR LIHIVES IF YOUHU DON’T STAHAHAP RIHIGHT NOW!! I MEHEAN IT!!” Gregor almost failed to finish his sentence due to all the laughter and upcoming coughing.

Well, that threat had an impact finally. The knights exchanged knowing looks, aware of the ruthlessness the giant warrior normally shows. They knew he wasn’t joking.

“Don’t listen to him! That’s empty talk! The king would punish him endlessly if he harms any of you.”, Sandor tried to prevent them from turning their back on him.

“I’LL MAHAKE IT LOHOOK LIKE AHAN ACCIDEHENT!”, Gregor countered with all the discipline he had left. The knights had stopped the tickling when one suddenly rose up. He had secured one of his arms so Greg didn’t waste any time and grabbed the other one that still kneeled on his other forearm.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!”, he immediately pleaded, even though there were still four people securing the rest of Gregors body.

Sandor, who realised it’s only a matter of time, Gregor would free himself completely, exchanged a warning look with Mable: "Run!"

She looked from him to Gregor who slowly but surely rose up. "B-But you-"

"I'll be fine! Now leave!", Sandor demanded while giving his everything to hold his brother down.

Mable didn't seem convinced but she rose up and hurried to make a run from it. She knew she wasn't able to protect Sandor from him so she decided to at least save herself. The other knights immediately did the same, hoping they could somehow get away with what they've done.

Only seconds later, Sandor was left alone with his exhausted brother who was still boiling with rage. Without much effort the Mountain freed himself and pinned Sandor beneath him.

"Truce?", the younger one asked with intimidation.

The evil smirk on his brothers lips was answer enough.

"You know how it is, Sandor. Power is power. And you'll have a taste of mine now."

[valiantphantomangel]

The discovery

"Are you feeling alright? you look a bit stiff" Sam asked.

"Yay I'm fine, just overwhelmed my muscles with the mission" you, zemo, bucky and Sam hat gone to figure out more about the flag smasher and let's just say that the gave you a bit of a run for your money.

"I can help with that if want" buck offered which you nodded to.

His hands worked over your neck and shoulders making you cringe in pain some times, but when his hand went over your spine you gave a squel, getting the attention of the other two.

"What was that"? You could hear the grin in sam's voice.

"N-nothing, just a ... Spot that hurt a bit more then the others" you said a bit to fast.

"Oh we both know that was something else" Zemo said coming over to you.

"Shut it Baron"! You quickly got out of your seat, not wanting to be trapped.

"Ohh back to code names, something is definitely up" bucky said looking at you with stupid grin on his smug face, slowly walking towards you. "You couldn't possibly be ticklish now".

"O-of course not, that's a stupid question" betraying your self when you backed away".

All three looked at each other then back to you, each with that smirk on there face.

"Run"

You didn't need to hear that twice sprinting away from the tickle danger, you slipped to a stop to hear if anyone was close to you. Hearing the thundering of two but the third was not heard, that's not good.

Your eyes scanned the area around, walking backwards. Big mistake.

You back collided with the wall or what you thought was the wall, until it wrapped it's arms around you.

"Gotcha" Zemo said in you ear, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way back to the 'living room'.

"Zemo LET ME GO NOW"

"No can do sweet heart" he laughed "Guys i found her"!!

He sat down on a chair and pulled you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

Zemo and you hat a complicated relationship at first but after you two warmed up to each other, he became more like a father figure to you and to him you were like a daughter he never hat.

The duo and stood next to you.

"Now are you going to tell us what we want to know or not" Sam asked.

"Never" you were already giggling but when zemo duck into your rib cage that soon turned to full on belly laughter.

Sam and bucky decided that it was a good idea to BOTH work on your knees and thighs.

Needless to say you went insane.

"HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOPHAHAHAHAH" you screamed through your laughing.

"I suspected that you were ticklish but this ticklish... Did the serum make you more sensitive"? Bucky chuckled.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DON'THOHOHO KNOWHAHAHA".

"Then will have to find that out now, dont we".

After your laughing and screaming curses at them in all possible languages know to mankind, they finally let you breath but didn't let you go.

"Alright we will make you a deal, if you tell us one of your worst spots we'll maybe let you go" Zemo said.

You pretended to think for a minute before saying "No deal" and shoot your hands into Zemo's thighs, electing a scream of laughter from him and letting you go.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry away from them, the sound of foot steps and laughing echoed through the building.

The next two days were filled with were filled with little tickle fights.

[veryblushyswitch]

Really wish I was sandwiched between two or more lers right now being playfully teased and tickled to bits while being told how much they love my laugh and my reactions 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

[giggly-squiggily]

ler!chigiri w/ an s/o reader with really stiff shoulder and a sore back and he massages it for her but he gets a little too close to sides/neck/lower back and NO IT TICKLES SO BAD and then hes like teasing her (u can do g/n too) and stuff and just ASJHAS

(for the limited requests thing)

THANK YOU SO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY

{REQUEST ARE CLOSED! This is an older one!}

No cause the way I couldn't freaking find this dang thing until now-

ANON! :D Hi! Yes! This lovely request! :3 I thought Tumblr ate it and then I found it through mobile and just- anyway! I love Chigiri so much, and this request is beautiful! I did end up making it more a proper tickle fight, but I kept in a good portion of Ler!Chigiri for you! As all of my Reader fics, they are gender neutral for inclusivity! I hope you like it :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada

“That’s a new position.” Chigiri blinked at you over his book, watching you back bend as far as you could with a low groan. “Trying out for the next exorcist movie?”

“If the pay is in spa tickets, sign me up.” You leaned back a bit further, only to lose your balance and fall. Before you could hurt yourself, Chigiri was right there, catching you in his lap. “Whoa- my hero.” You smiled up at him- it fading some at his concerned look. “What?”

“Does your back hurt that bad?” He asked gently, brows furrowing when you nodded.

“Thought if I tried popping it it’d feel better, but I was wrong.” You sat up, rolling your shoulders and neck with a small groan. “I’ll be fine- I just need to run a hot bath and take some painkillers. That’ll solve it.”

“Sounds good..hey, do you-erm..” Chigiri took your hand before you could stand, suddenly shy. You watched him fumble with his words, cheeks pink as he cleared his throat. “Do you want me to erm…help?”

You blinked. “With my bath?” You asked, grinning slyly as you watched him blush more and stammer.

“No, with your back! I can massage it for you.” He quickly got out, slightly glaring as you giggled. “I used to do it all the time for the guys back in Blue Lock- what, what?” He fumed more as you laughed harder, a hand over your mouth to hide your smile.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry- I’m still thinking of your face!” You snickered, leaning in and pecking his lips before he could fuss. “But seriously; if you’re offering. I’d love a massage, Hyoma. Thank you.”

Chigiri tried to stay pouty, but another few pecks to his face had him giggling softly and lightly shoving your shoulder. “Okay okay- fine. Get on the couch.”

~~~

“Hmmmm..” You let out a low sound as he dug at the knots in your shoulders, the initial pain fading into relief as he went. “That’s nice…”

“I’m glad- any way I can help I will.” He smiled down at you, comfortable sitting on your hips as he pressed along. “Let me know if I need to lighten the pressure.”

You gave a lazy thumbs up as you rested, closing your eyes. He had magic hands, you’ve decided at that moment. His earlier comment came back to you then. He gave massages to the guys back in Blue Lock?

Team Z must have been truly blessed.

While you lingered on that thought, you didn’t notice Chigiri’s hands getting closer to your armpits- the touch growing lighter and lighter until…

“AH!” You arched with a squeal, arms shooting down and a foot kicking. Behind you, Chigiri giggled. “Hyoma!”

“Sorry- I was thinking of your face.” He threw your earlier words back at you as he carried on “massaging” your armpits, prodding and pressing as you squeaked and thrashed beneath him. “You’re just so cute when you laugh, I wanted to see it again. Or at least- hear it anyway.”

Aheahhahahhaha! H-Hyohohohohoma-AHAHAH!” His hands dropped briefly to your ribs, running up and down your sides as you twisted against the couch. It was a precarious development; you didn’t want to send him flying at risk of his knee injury, but also didn’t want to remain lying there and taking it! Decisions decisions..

“Heh, you’re really adorable when you laugh, (Y/N). I could do this forever.” Chigiri dropped his hands to your hips, squeezing. “I just might- I wanna tickle you until the sound of your precious laugh is forever ingrained in my brain. I wanna be able to hear it even when you’re not around.”

Oh hell no, he did not just sweet talk you-

Face on fire and heart racing, you felt yourself filled with a new sense of determination as you twisted, somehow flipping onto your back without knocking him over. “Cohohohome hehehere!” You cried at his surprised expression, grabbing into his sleeves and pulling.

“Wait, wahhait the masahhahahahahahahhge!” Chigiri yelped before bursting into giggles, weakly pawing at your hands as they squeezed his sides rapidly. “(Y/N)! Aheahhahahahah!”

“What? Huh? Sorry- I was too busy laughing at your face!” You crooned back, bursting into giggles once more when he went back to tickling. “H-hhehehey, no! It’s miihihihy tuhuhurn!”

“Nohoho wahahahy! Yohohou geheheht th-ihiihihihihihis! Ehehahahhaha nohhohoho!” Chigiri laughed just as much, both tickling and trying to block your hands from his knees. “Nohohohot thehehehehre!”

“Yhehehes thehehe-EHEHEHE!” Your efforts to go for his worst spot were thumped when he went for your stomach, making you crumble. “STAHAHAHP!”

“YOHOHOU STHAHAP! EHHEEHE!”

Your tickle fight carried on- both of you laughing and attacking each other. Eventually though, it all came to an end; both of you simultaneously giving up and collapsing into the couch.

“Ahehehe..ehhehehee..ghohohd.” You groaned, chest light and body feeling significantly better. “Hehehey, I feheheel behehehtter.”

“Pfft- grhehahhat.” Chigiri laughed, scooting up so he could lay beside you, pulling you into his chest. “Glahahad to hehelp.”

“Hmm.” You smiled and closed your eyes, legs intertwined and arms around each other. You could fall asleep like this…

“Hm. Hyoma?” You poked him gently, watching him open an eye. “I’m hungry. Can we order food?”

He blinked, then he laughed, pressing his face against the crown of your head. “Yeah, we can order food.”

“Yay.”

Thanks for reading!

[trashyswitch]

Wiggle Worm Brandon

Brandon and Cameron finish up filming for the youtube video "Things AMAZON Made Me Buy! (500lbs of LUBE!)". But when Brandon gets really playful...Cameron makes sure to turn Brandon into the ultimate form of himself: Wiggle Worm Brandon.

This fanfic goes out to the guys themselves: Brandon Farris and Cameron Domasky. If I can recall from your 'Things FIVERR Made Me Buy!' video...you were looking for more fanfics about you two. So I personally decided to give you a fanfic myself for the low, low price of COMPLETELY FREE! So, gentlemen...I hope you enjoy.

And for everyone else, check out @imbrandonfarris and @Cameron Domasky on Youtube if you want. Highly recommend!

Cameron was splitting up the Ransom™ magnets and putting one of them onto his magnet bracelet, while Brandon was trying to get the plastic wrap off his deck of Ransom™ cards. “And then…I have to pick you a ransom card, you pick me one, we have to wear it.” 

“Okay.” Cameron replied, picking up the second deck of Ransom™ cards and trying to get the wrapping off. 

Brandon looked at the camera. “You can buy this on Amazon.” He mentioned. 

“This is not for the video, but-” Cameron showed Brandon the bottom card on his Ransom™ deck. 

Brandon let out a breathless laugh, showing Cameron his approval. This made Cameron’s laughter increase in pride. No one really knew, but hearing Brandon laugh always warmed his heart. If he made Brandon laugh, then all was right in his world. Being able to make videos with him was already amazing. But seeing Brandon’s most genuine reactions during their sessions always made his day.

Bits of their back-and-forth conversation slightly hinted at what the card said…but as far as the audience was concerned, that card was a secret between the two of them. 

Cameron had managed to get some of the plastic off, while Brandon reached out in front of him for the box cutter. When he brought his hand back in frame, Brandon visibly shivered. “You cold?” Brandon asked Cam. 

Cam looked over at Brandon. “No, I’m good. Why?” He asked. 

Brandon hummed awkwardly. “No reason.” He said, before attempting to work the box cutter. 

“I turned the air conditioning on.” Cam mentioned, still working at the stupid plastic wrap. 

Brandon watched as the box cutter dropped out of his hand due to his hands still being covered in lube. “Yeah…” He muttered timidly, picking up the knife again. 

Cameron laughed at Brandon’s hesitant ‘Yeah’. “That…pacemaker is popping out at you right now.” He said, following up with an inside joke the two of them had on this video. 

“Pacemaker’s looking a little small…” Brandon joked in reply, making Cameron wheeze and laugh, before coughing. 

“What’d you pick?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon lifted his hand up, and looked at the card and magnet. He twisted his hand so the camera could see the card better. “What’s your biggest regret?” He said. 

Cameron looked at Brandon. “What’s your biggest regret?” Cameron repeated, so it sounded more like HE was asking Brandon instead of the card. 

“This.” Brandon jumped out of his pink office chair, and dove right for the barrel of lube. 

It took a second for Cameron to process what Brandon was doing…and by the time he figured it out, Brandon’s face and shoulders were already deep into the lube. “No-” Cameron reached out and got out of his own chair before attempting to grab at anything on Brandon to get him out. “No- Brandon, no-!” He yelled, When his upper legs weren’t grabbable, Cameron reached higher and gripped Brandon’s middle-to-upper ribs. “No, no!” He reacted, pulling Brandon up. 

“aaAAH!” Brandon screamed naturally high-pitched, jumping up in surprise before landing awkwardly on his feet. Brandon gasped for air when he was out of the liquid, before spitting and coughing to get the dripping lube out of his mouth. 

“God, dude!” Brandon reacted, worried for his friend. 

“What?” Brandon asked, acting as if he hadn’t just shoved his upper body straight into 55 pounds of lube. 

Cameron grabbed a towel and tried to clean off Brandon’s face a bit. Brandon blew into the towel with his lips in the hope to get the lube off his mustache and lips. Though Cameron should’ve been used to Brandon’s crazy endeavors by now, he wasn’t…not even in the slightest. One of these days, Brandon was going to severely hurt himself. And everyday that Brandon tests his limits, Cameron grows more worried. And Cameron is determined to make sure he’s there when it happens. 

Cameron hoped and prayed that Brandon had a limit to his behavior. Surely the man has a line he knows not to cross. He’s a father, for god’s sake! Whatever that line is…apparently jumping into a vat of lube is not on the other side of that line. 

“God dude…” Cameron said, slightly calming down as he placed the soiled towel onto Brandon’s shoulders. 

“Yeah?” Brandon asked, his eyes still squeezed shut. 

“You could’ve died!” Cameron told him. 

Brandon and Cameron moved to the chairs. “What does yours say?” Brandon asked, his upper body glistening brightly due to the lube. 

Cameron tittered as he sat himself into the chair and looked at his own Ransom™ card in the magnet on his wrist. He scooted his chair closer, took one look at the card, and looked at Brandon with a smile. “Where do babies come from, which we also just answered.” Cameron replied. 

Brandon pointed to the tub of lube behind him. Seeing this, Cameron tittered again. “The lube bowl.” 

“The lube bucket.” Brandon said next. 

Brandon looked to his right, and spat out yet more lube. Seeing this naturally made Cameron look away and yell in disgust…only to burst out into a mix of laughter and coughing. While Cameron is busy coughing up a lung, Brandon has gotten up out of his chair and walked himself behind Cameron. 

There, Brandon casually remarked “It-It tastes so sweet.” 

“So sweet, so slick.” Cameron replied in moderate disgust. 

[Fast forward 24:07 minutes]

“That’s probably the worst video I’ve done in a long time.” Brandon mentioned as he pulled the American mullet hat. 

“That-Yeah. Like, I would rather do a spicy video than be covered in lube.” Cameron admitted. 

Brandon walked up to the camera and turned it off. “And cut.” He said before closing the camera lens cover. “There. Another video done.” Brandon said.

Cameron moved his hands through his lubey hair. “Do you need to shower?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon shrugged. “Not right away.” He replied. “I might jump in a couple more times first.” He admitted with a chuckle. 

“Brandon…” Cameron said in a disappointed Dad voice. He gave their off-camera helper the side-eye, before looking at Brandon again. “Am I gonna need to pull you out again?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon looked at the tub…looked at Cameron, then looked back at the tub. He looked over at Cameron once again, and shrugged his shoulders at him. “Maybe?” He said. 

“Brandon!” Cameron yelled. “I’ll have you know, that the lube makes it really hard to lift you out of there.” He told his friend. 

Brandon laughed. “Actually, when you lifted me out the second time, you grabbed me so hard…” Brandon admitted. 

“Well, yeah! You were slippery!” Cameron argued. 

Brandon laughed. “I know.” He walked up. “When you lifted me, it felt like-” Brandon walked up behind him, and tried to wrap his hands around his upper ribs. 

“What are-WaiTDON’T-” Cameron turned himself around and tensed up with a cackle. 

Brandon leaned back with laughter of his own, still holding his lower arms out. “I’m trying to-” 

“WELL DOHON’T!” Cameron shouted amidst his laughter. 

Brandon threw his head back as he let out another fit of laughter. “Ihihi’m trying to show you how you grabbed me!” Brandon tried to explain. 

“YOU DON’T NEED TO SHOW ME!” Cameron argued. 

“Why? You ticklish or something?” Brandon asked, slightly wiggling his fingers in a playful manner as he walked closer to him. 

“I- YOU KNOW THIS!” Cameron argued. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Brandon said in the most obvious lying voice, before losing his composure and laughing.  

“Take another step, and I will destroy you.” Cam warned. 

Brandon paused for a moment, and just stared at Cameron. His hands were down by his sides. 

“Brandon…” Cameron warned. 

He continued staring at him as he veeeery slowly lifted his hands up. 

“...Brandon…” Cam warned again, a slight smile filling his lips. 

But Brandon’s slow teasing only continued. Cameron could easily tell Brandon was planning something evil…and like usual, his protests weren’t stopping him in the slightest. He could feel his nervous smile filling his lips even more as he watched his best friend like a hawk. He was going to do something…he could feel it in the spot just above his ‘pacemaker’. 

But his giddy fear had escalated dramatically the moment Brandon’s fingers had started wiggling once again. And the moment Brandon’s lips twitched into an evil smirk, Cam rapidly stood up out of his seat. “BRANDON-” 

In 2 seconds flat, Brandon had sprinted to Cameron and tackled him into the carpet. An outsider would think this was impossible given the size difference between the men. But Cameron has always learned to never underestimate Brandon’s strength. 

Landing on Cam’s upper torso, Brandon skittered and danced his fingers on his upper ribs. 

“BAHA! WAHAITNO! BRANDON-” Cam quickly curled towards his left side, letting out a high-pitched “EEEK!”. 

Brandon had shoved his hand into his left side, and scribbled his nimble fingers deep into his side. “How ticklish are you here?” Brandon asked way too casually. 

“BAHAHAHA- HAHAHA! STOHOHOP!” Cameron yelled, kicking his feet a little bit. 

Brandon chuckled. “I don’t wanna yet. This is fun!” Brandon admitted.

“GAHAHAHAHAA! YOUR HANDS ARE COHOHOLD!” Cameron cried out. 

Brandon was taken aback by this. “Are they really?” he asked before placing his fingers on his own forehead. “Okay, I feel it. You’re right.” 

This seconds-long moment allowed Cam to take control of his arms again. Desperate to not let this opportunity go to waste, Cam reached up and went straight for his friend’s armpits. 

“Cam-NOdon’tyoudare-” Only a few touches was enough for Brandon to wheeze and go limp. This made his body collapse straight onto Cam’s body. 

“OOF!” Cameron yelped, before laughing. “Gohohod!” 

“Yohou okay?” Brandon asked before poking his ribs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked next with a giggle. 

Cam grunted and yelped as he brought Brandon’s body over to his right side. “Yohohou staharted this! Ihi’m just finihihishing ihihit!” Cameron told him in between his own laughter as he tickled his armpits. 

Brandon threw his head back and bursted out laughing. “GAHAhaha! HAHAhahaha! HahahAHAHA!” He weakly pulled his knees up to his chest. “HAHaha- Yohohou suhuck!” Brandon yelled, trying (and failing) to cover up his armpits. 

“I suck?!” Cameron protested in shock. “Again, you started this! We don’t need video proof to prove that you started this.” Cameron told him. 

Brandon attempted to reach his hands up into his armpits to stop Cam. “Pleheasedon’t- aAAHAHAHAHA!” Brandon shrieked almost completely out of nowhere. 

Cam laughed at his friend as he took advantage of the opening by digging his fingers further into Brandon’s underarms. “Did you really think moving my fingers would help?!” He asked. surprised by the guy’s lack of logic. 

“SHUT UP!” Brandon shouted back at him amidst his laughter. “CAM- NAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE!” Brandon yelled. 

Cameron could feel his grip on Brandon slipping slightly. Brandon had always been a crazy wiggler when being tickled…Especially regarding his arms. Cameron could recall Brandon throwing his bony elbow back, and elbowing him in the chest once.

…So I guess you can say that Cameron knew his quirks off by heart. 

But jokes aside, Cameron needed to do something about Brandon’s wiggles. “Okay, hold on.” Cam said as he took a moment to adjust his arms a bit. 

Brandon used his unbelievable flexibility to his advantage. The little bugger reached his arms back and squeezed his friend’s sides. 

“aAH-” Cam paused for a moment. The audacity of this man…

But he quickly turned the tables and pulled Brandon into his arms. “Nope, not anymore.” 

“AAHWAITNO!” Brandon shouted back, suddenly regretting his life choices. 

Cam’s preferred way of handling a thrashing Brandon, was to hug his entire upper body from behind in a frontward X motion. This would effectively immobilize Brandon’s spazzy arms. Cause if he can remember, his legs are not as much of a danger compared to his arms. But with his arms firmly placed in this position, Cam could still tickle him by going for his front upper ribs with his fingers. 

Though this action would likely look unbearable to everyone else, this kind of rough housing was an occasional occurrence between the two men. 

“Having any regrets yet?” Cameron asked him with an evil grin on his face. 

“NAahaha- Nehever! NEVER!” Brandon yelled, kicking his feet a little harder. 

Cam laughed a bit. “Never’s a long time, dude.” He told him. “I could tickle you aaaaall night long.” He teased. 

“I’m gonna kihihihill youhuhu.” Brandon told him. 

“But if you kill me…” Cameron said in an uwu voice. “Then we wouldn’t have any more Amazon review videos.” Cam finished his sentence. He looked at Brandon from the right side. “Your sense of logic is not very good right now.” Brandon giggled. “I think the tickling’s making you stupid.” He told him. 

“Hahahaha! Hahahehehe! Thehehen- Then stohop tickling mehehehe!” Brandon told him. 

Cam hummed. “Right…I guess that’s a thing I can do.” Cameron momentarily stopped his fingers and sat there, lost in thought for a moment. Though Brandon was thankful for the chance to breathe, he was still stuck in Cam’s arms. 

“Cam?” Brandon called, wiggling a little bit. “Cameron?” Brandon called again. 

“Hm?” Cam replied. 

“I’m stuck.” Brandon told him. 

“Really?” Cameron reacted casually, as if he wasn’t holding Brandon hostage at that moment. “How do you know?” He asked, checking his fingernails like a bored woman. 

Brandon grunted and wiggled around a little more aggressively before stopping. “I don’t know…” Brandon stared at the ceiling. “Just a hunch.” 

Cam threw his head back with a fit of laughter. “Just a hunch, eh?” He clarified. Feeling the playfulness overcoming his mind again, Cameron poked and tweaked his sides.

“GAHAHA! CAMERON, I SWEAR TO GOHOHOD-!” Brandon yelled. 

Cam widened his eyes in shock. “Holy sh- Were your sides always this ticklish?” Cam asked, not recalling Brandon being very ticklish there. 

“NOHOHO! THEHEHEY WEREN’T!” Brandon replied. 

“Then…” Cameron tweaked his sides a bit more. “Then why are you laughing so hard?” Cameron asked next. 

“THE LUBE! IHIHIT’S THE LUHUHUBE!” Brandon yelled back. 

“What?” Cameron asked, confused. 

“THEHE LUBE IS TICKLIHIHISH!” Brandon clarified. “IHIHIT’S MAKING IHIT WOHOHORSE!” He shouted next. 

“There’s no way.” Cameron muttered aloud. “Let me try this.” 

Cameron moved his friend’s soaking shirt up, and slipped his fingers under his shirt. All of a sudden, Brandon had gasped before higher-pitched laughter had come bursting out of him. This made Cameron gasp with excitement. “Wait, actually?!” Cameron sat both of their bodies up and picked up Brandon’s torso to adjust him. “One more test, I promise.” 

Brandon took in a few breaths to calm himself down. But the moment he saw Cam’s fingers, Brandon tensed. “Cameron-” Brandon tried to protest, but curled up slightly and squealed. 

God, even Cameron’s grip on his torso was tickling him. 

But when he was positioned correctly, Cameron squeezed and skittered his fingers on his sides to prevent him from protesting any further. “NaHAHAHAHA!” Brandon fell backwards and hugged his sides as his cackles overcame him. 

Cam couldn’t help the surprised little smile that grew on his face. “Oho my god!” Cameron let out a fit of laughter as he put more of his right hand under Brandon’s slimy shirt. “The lube is actually making you more ticklish!” He exclaimed. 

“YAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAhahaHA!” 

Brandon had leaned over onto his right side and fell against the gray carpet. But Cam’s fingers would follow his body down and continue to tickle his exposed left side, almost identically to how Brandon had tickled Cam’s side earlier. 

“IHIHIT’S-” Brandon wheezed for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut. “AHAhahaha! IHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!” He yelled. 

“I can tell!” Cameron reacted. “How ticklish is it?” Cam asked, before adding a second set of fingers to Brandon’s left side. 

Brandon wheezed again and pounded his fist into the carpet. 

“Dude…Is this too much?” Cam asked. He was beginning to get a little worried. 

Brandon didn’t really reply. All he did was take a breath in, and let out a large fit of hysterical laughter. 

“Dude, I need an answer!” Brandon told him. The man STILL couldn’t believe how much Brandon was laughing. It was wild! He didn’t think Brandon was even capable of letting out this much laughter! It was absolutely surreal! 

*squeeeeak*

Cameron shrieked in horror, pulling his fingers away and looking behind him. OH GOD, WHO’S THERE?! 

But his body exhaled a sigh of relief when it was revealed that it was only Autumn. She had opened the door to the room, and was staring at him and Brandon. The state of the room, the breathless laughter, the soaking carpet, the clothes they were wearing (Specifically Brandon’s)…he could only imagine the crazy theories Autumn was coming up with in those moments. 

The look on her face…was of confusion mixed with disappointment. “I’m not even gonna ask.” Autumn told them both, before walking out of the room and closing the door. 

Cameron slowly looked over at Brandon, who was staring right back at him. In 2 seconds flat…the boys had busted out cackling and laughing. That was one of the best reactions they had ever seen out of Autumn! It made their day, and was certainly worth the jumpscare.

Also one more thing: Your video title states that you have a 500lb barrel of lube...but in the video, you say "55 Gallons of Lube". I had to look it up to figure out which one it was, because I like accuracy. So thank you for making me add "55 gallon barrel of lube" to my search history on Amazon. XD And just because I bring it up, does NOT mean I want you to change it. I find it very 'Brandon Farris' levels of funny.

Also JESUS CHRIST, OVER $3000 FOR LUBE?!