#tickle prompts

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23 and jayvik pretty please :3

Jayce + Viktor - 23. “Yes…I mean, no!”

author’s note: okay so the plot for this was heavily inspired by @ticklish-ghost , @home-of-the-squirmle and I’s discussion on one of their posts so why not make it into a fic okay? okay cool

It was nearing midnight, the only light shining into the lab through the curtains was the moon and its luminescent stars scattered around the sky. Viktor perched an elbow on the table, leaning his cheek on his hand while reading a book that could hold answers to have them move forward with their project. They were close, but it seemed like they were met with a dead end. Scientists don’t take those lightly, so they hungrily search for other possibilities and correct their mistakes on what went wrong.

He doesn’t have a clue on his partner’s whereabouts, but he’s not going to waste time searching for him. Usually Viktor takes the extra mile and works on projects a little more than he’s suppose to. He tends to struggle with the definition of teamwork when he’s been mostly alone his entire childhood, so he has no issue working alone while Jayce heads off for other duties or sleeps at a healthy time compared to Viktor’s sleep schedule.

It was peaceful and quiet. Viktor treasures nights like these. Until something was dropped beside him, creating a loud thunk.

“Look what I made.” A voice suddenly spoke out from behind, it belonging to Jayce which made Vitkor nearly jump a foot from his chair. “Jesus Christ—Jaycewhendidyougethere-“ He looked beside him to see what was dropped, picking it up to examine. An iron knife in the perfect size to fit in your pocket, the ends in a twisted pattern to make it look a little stylish. His face doesn’t show it, but Viktor is slightly impressed. There is no interest in him for weapons, but when it’s created so clean and perfected by Jayce himself, he can’t help but be in awe.

He then puts the knife down, finally meeting Jayce’s eyes. “Another tool that will never be used for its purpose.” Clear to say Jayce has made a couple of tools, most having the same theme: sharp and dangerous. He never uses them, as Viktor stated, but Jayce always gives the ‘you never know’ excuse. In reality the man just gets bored out of his mind at times and gets these random surges of creativity to go down and make any toys his heart desires. Who wouldn’t if they had the skill to properly do so?

Viktor’s eyes started to register that Jayce is full on shirtless right in front of him, muscles exposed and pumped to its core from all the wielding. It never really dawned on him how strong of a guy Jayce is, feeling a bit fragile and small the more he compared his own build to him. How easy it could be for Jayce to effortlessly pin him. How he could take away Viktor’s right to squirm by simply sitting on his waist. How he could be picked up with one singular arm by Jayce with zero sweat.

Jayce caught on to his more than five second stare. Viktor noticed.

He took attention to the soot covered all over Jayce’s upper body, taking that as an explanation of his longing stare. “You’re dirty. Here, sit.” Viktor nudged his head over to a nearby chair, heading over to grab a cloth that will soon be damped with water and soap. “Oh, thank you. You really don’t have to.” Jayce chuckles all flustered in appreciation by Viktor’s care, taking the seat anyway. Viktor comes back, starting to dab the cloth on his shoulders while he works his way down. “Hmph, I’ve seen you sleep before in this state. Least I can do is help you get cleaned up.”

“Hey, I get too exhausted sometimes!” Jayce replies defensively, but gives a soft smile at the end. He grabs the knife he created earlier, fingers feeling around it. “You have to admit, this one looks a bit cooler than the others I have made.” Viktor nods in somewhat agreement, now focusing on the upper chest to clean off. “You can keep it, if you want to of course.”

Viktor shakes his head, not meeting Jayce’s eyes while conversing. “There’s no need for me to have it, but thank you for your…kind offer.”

“You’re keeping it.” Jayce responds back with, putting it on top of the open book Vitkor was previously reading so he won’t forget to take it with him. The other only sighs, being aware it’s a losing battle to argue with Jayce when he’s so set on gifting someone something they’ve never asked for. It’s one of the man’s many love languages: giving gifts.

His hand started moving down more, getting near his upper ribs. A quick shift of change in Jayce’s demeanor, beginning to have trouble sitting still like before and biting down his lip hard. Viktor catches on. Of course he did when he begin to rub the cloth against his body more gently, hoping it sent a ticklish shockwave. Revenge was right in front of him from all the times Viktor was ruthlessly, in his opinion, tickled silly by Jayce who never shot down an opening opportunity to do so. Little to Jayce’s knowledge, Viktor has been seeking out opportunities himself to get back. The whole idea of touch is just a subject he awkwardly moves around in, never having someone so playful and lovingly touchy like Jayce in his life.

With the way Jayce was squirming and huffing air out of his nose to suppress the giggles forming in his throat, it fueled newfound confidence in Viktor’s actions. He took it a step further, pretending a spot of soot around Jayce’s ribs was giving him difficulty to rub off, so he pressed his fingers deeper while curling them a little.

Not expecting the firmer touch along with feeling nails through the cloth gliding around his ribs freely, a surprised gasp slips out. Small giggles came right after, instinctively grabbing ahold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor raises a brow, feigning confusion. “Sorry, does this tickle?”

“Yes…I mean, no!” Jayce got too distracted from the ticklish grazes that the question failed to register on time for him to think of an answer that may save his dignity. Viktor nudges Jayce’s firm grip off of his wrist, and he hesitantly does so. His partner looks up, doing incredibly well on not cracking a smile to foil his true intentions. “Yes? No? Which one is it?”

Jayce finds Viktor’s calmness to a newfound discovery nerve-racking, wishing he could read his mind right then and there. This is the first time Viktor has ever tried to tickle Jayce, but the poor man truly believes it was done on accident. He’s been so use to Viktor taking his ticklish onslaughts like a champ and never immediately attacking back, or even days later. Jayce had his own assumption that Viktor would never live up fully to his playfulness and do so much as tickle him back. The guy doesn’t even complete Jayce’s friendly hugs most of the time by wrapping his own arms around him, just kind of standing there until he pulls away.

So that’s why Jayce is sitting here, staring into Viktor’s questioning eyes, not knowing exactly on how to respond. He decides to lie, feeling like there’s no use in telling the truth if Viktor won’t indulge a little more.

“Um, just a little. Felt weird mostly.” He so badly does a terrible job of convincing. He releases a quiet held back sigh, not knowing if it was out of relief or disappointment when Viktor continued on cleaning after not questioning him a bit more. Viktor created a pattern, dragging the cloth and his fingers across Jayce’s skin that wasn’t ticklish at all. Then in the middle of doing so, he would press more firmly and curl his fingers again just enough for his nails to graze.

Jayce is terrible at holding in his giggles, making weird ‘kcchh!’ noises and sometimes letting a couple out for a few seconds but in a whisper tone as if Viktor isn’t right in front of him to hear them all. “You’re giggling a lot for someone who claims to just be a little ticklish.” Viktor nonchalantly states, placing a hand on top of Jayce’s shoulder to keep him steady. Jayce was about to do another failed attempt of denying until that pattern Viktor was doing met down around his stomach.

Jayce snorts, instantly slapping a hand to cover his mouth in shock as Viktor pauses his movements. His mouth twitches upward for a split second, almost smiling from Jayce’s flushed cheeks. “Oh, so it does tickle.”

“Viktor, wait—“

“You lied to me?”

“Nononono, it’s just that—“

“No need to explain yourself, Jayce. I’ll be careful.” You’d have to be dumb to not practically hear the smile in Viktor’s tone. Both of them, and if anyone else were to be in that room, would very much know that Victor won’t be ‘careful’. Viktor kept up that god forsaken pattern again, but this time letting it tickle Jayce more frequently than it cleaning.

He observed Jayce’s reactions, testing out different areas around his stomach and what brought out a louder reaction than the other. Fingers curling to the middle of his stomach earned him a full boisterous laugh. Nearing his belly button made him receive laughs that shot an octave higher with an occasional whistle coming from the gap of his two front teeth. Cleaning over his belly button made Jayce snort again, a noise Viktor was seeking out for.

Jayce’s rambunctious laugh got Viktor stuck in a trance. How it’s so loud it can be heard from all over Piltover. Jayce’s high pitch snorts coming out only when Viktor tickles somewhere particularly more sensitive. His eyes being closed shut, a random push to Viktor’s face as if it’ll tone down the ticklish sensations. Viktor now understands Jayce completely. He doesn’t want to stop the fun and hearing the flow of his laugh, everything so mesmerizing and ridiculously childish. Viktor could do this all day. 

Two hands grab Viktor’s wrists while a leg kicked out when he dragged the cloth over his belly button again, shaking his head. “Hohold on plehehease!”

Viktor scoffed. “Stop being a baby. I’m not doing anything.” But it was clear as day everything was now being done with purpose. Hands still holding onto Viktor’s wrists, Jayce takes the granted time to catch his breath. “Hehehe…ohohokay, I am one hundred percent sure I’m clean now.”

Viktor tsked, watching him take in air like he ran a marathon. “I think you might be more ticklish than me, Jayce. Isn’t that something?” Jayce abruptly stares at him, peeved. “Ohoho, is that what you think? Let’s put it to the test then.”

Viktor is now the one grabbing at Jayce’s wrists, pushing with all his might out of reach. “No, Jayce! Stop!” Jayce manages to skitter across Viktor’s side, earning him a squeak that he’s terribly embarrassed of. Jayce relishes it.

“What are you, a mouse?” He teases, letting Viktor push his hands away so he can feel like he’s having the upper hand ever so often just to play fair. Viktor stops his attempts of fighting back, shooting a glare but meanwhile grinning. “At least I don’t snort like a pig.”

Viktor just sealed his own coffin shut. “Oh, is that how you want to play?” Jayce gets up from his spot, startling Viktor. He picks him up with ease, showing no effect of Viktor’s shoves and shouts to be put down at once. Jayce lays him down on the couch softly, a location Viktor is all too familiar with by how frequent Jayce pins him down and tickles him mercilessly whenever Viktor, in Jayce’s words, deserves it.

Jayce does not attack right away, taking the time out of pure entertainment to watch him struggle a bit as if by some miracle today is the day Viktor manages to escape Jayce’s evil clutches.

He’s already giggling. “Jahayce, I am telling you now. Do not.” He manages to sit up a bit, hoping to level with Jayce more and seem convincingly threatening when his cold glare meets his eyes.

Jayce’s hands started slowly moving downwards.

“I now know where you’re most ticklish. I promise you, I will not be gentle when my next chance comes if you dare to do this.”

A leap of excitement was felt in Jayce’s heart at those words, causing him to smile and shrug before drilling into Viktor’s hips.

“I can live with that.”

[supermarvel-fics]

Hi anon who requested the Supernatural headcanons :)

Lee and Ler Headcanons for both Sam and Dean please🥰

Sam and Dean Tickle Headcanons

SAM - LER

as a ler, sam is pretty ruthless when he needs to be.

growing up with dean, he can get irritated quickly, so if you're getting on his nerves, he'll let you know by tickling you.

it will start out as quick jabs to the side or harsh pinches to your kneecaps.

"oh, you're just asking for it now..."

if you egg him on, it will turn into a fully blown attack until you're left crying and pleading for mercy.

afterwards, he'll think he genuinely put you in distress and run to get you water and then hold you for as long as you need.

SAM - LEE

growing up with dean, sam got his fair share of being tickled.

he's the pleading type. the guy who will beg and make deals just so he won't be tickled.

"please, don't! I'll wash the car! I won't touch the car! I'll do your dirty laundry, just DON'T!"

when someone finally gets their hands on him, sam has a laugh they won't expect. it's a bit high-pitched.

he's a fighter, so he'll flail and squirm the entire time unless you're bigger than him and can hold him down.

his ribs are his most ticklish spot and that's where you can effectively weaken him.

DEAN - LER

as an older brother, dean knows just how to get you to talk or basically do anything he wants.

he's a highly skilled tickler, knowing just how to wreck you.

he's got that stern exterior, so he can be downright menacing when he's about to tickle you.

"you wanna repeat that?"

he can also turn it very sexy.

"oh, don't think I've forgotten where you're ticklish, sweetheart. we'll finish this later."

he can deduce you to a giggling mess before he even touches you just with a mischievous smirk.

he's a pinch and squeeze kind of guy, tickling harshly to get the loudest laughs from you.

DEAN - LEE

the tables completely turn when dean ends up on the receiving end.

he'll deny that he's ticklish until he's blue in the face, but everyone knows that it's a lie.

he'll threaten you just before you get the upper hand, making sure you know that he'll get you back eventually.

"I'd rethink this if I were you..."

"If you so much as put a hand on me, I swear to God."

you know it's all an act. you know dean secretly loves the playfulness (though he'd never admit it)

his most ticklish spot in that hollow dip in his hips and if you ever needed information from him, that's where you'd get it.

he'll fight it at first but will eventually calm down and take it once he realizes it's not so bad.

after a while, he becomes comfortable enough where he can actually enjoy the feeling of the soft, lazy tickles just because it gives him goosebumps and he feels loved and cared for.

[golden-chiivalry]

tickletober requests are open!!

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Okay, I didn't expect such activity after my silly second art drop- Thank you all so much!! <3 I love all the comments (tags), they give me so much motivation! ;;3;; I will try to post more about my new hyperfixation as time goes on... As for now you are free to send me asks and prompts for art mayhaps~ (no ocs sorry!) Have a great weekend!!

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jayvik with 16/lee!vik?

Jayce + Viktor - 16. “Put the book down and pay attention to me!”

The sound of chalk harshly hitting against a blackboard kept repeating, Viktor drawing a equation that took half the space in a hurried manner as if the ideas flowing in his head would vanish any second before he could write the rest down. Viktor was deep in thought, having spent around three hours already in the lab alone. No distractions so far, which he was thankful for.

Until the door swung open.

Jayce comes in, immediately taking a seat while dramatically running his hands through his hair; an anxious habit. “I need to rant real quick.” He starts, but Viktor only glances once and keeps writing away. “It’s this upcoming speech,” he fetches something nearby to fiddle with. “I’m so nervous I can’t even think straight. I don’t even have a speech prepared!”

“Mmm.” Is all Viktor responds with, now taking a little step back to view his work so far. Something’s missing. He grabs a book that was on standby the entire time, flipping through the pages to see what went wrong with his equation.

“I don’t know how much Insight I should give the people about Hextech and its potential. Will it scare them? Will it bring hope?”

“uh huh.” Viktor says again, but he wasn’t truly listening. He has been too caught up on what he’s currently doing, it’s impossible for him to drop it all suddenly and put full attention on anything else. Don’t get him wrong, Viktor deeply appreciates that Jayce comes to him for advice or just to be a shoulder he can lean on, but right now wasn’t a good time. Jayce seems to be a little slow on picking that up, though.

The man sighs, resting his cheek on his palm. “I really wish you could be up there with me, Viktor. I know you already declined but it would’ve put me a lot at ease, y’know?” Silence was all he was met with. He could hear the wall clock ticking, pages being flipped and a occasional chalk meeting the blackboard, but no reply from Viktor. The only sound he was looking forward to hearing.

Jayce finally looks over, seeing Viktor’s nose buried deep in a book. This entire time was he just being ignored? Annoyance starts to fuel Jayce’s entire body, making him stand up to creep over to Viktor quietly. He doesn’t even hear him, of course, his mind somewhere else.

Viktor’s racing thoughts suddenly ripped away from him by a hand placing tiny squeezes on his side. The book was dropped, Viktor grabbing onto Jayce’s wrist tightly but not doing much to push it away.

“Put the book down and pay attention to me!” Jayce nearly pouts as a joke, still squeezing away on Viktor’s side while his other hand supports his back so he won’t fall from all the helpless squirming. “Wahait! Stohohop, I wahahas!” He shakes his head in the midst of all the squirming, loose hair strands starting to almost cover his eyes. Jayce stops abruptly but with the hand still there, almost like a warning.

“Then what was I talking about?” Jayce clearly sees Viktor trying to mentally recall, his silence speaking volumes. “uhm….err…” Viktor hesitantly looks up at him, who stared back unamused. Then, the tickling started back up again.

“It’s not looking good for you, Viktor. Maybe this will jog up your memory? Worth a shot, right?” The squeezes started to intentionally get lower, Jayce evilly seeking out for that bad spot: the hips.

And Viktor knows this. Hence why hitting weakly at Jayce’s chest, trying to signal a tap out. “noHO!—JAHAYCE!” He pretty much squeaks, cheeks slightly flushing from embarrassment. Viktor absolutely hates the sounds he makes whenever he gets tickled silly, but if you ask Jayce?

He adores them.

“That is my name.” Jayce answers innocently, honing in on just that spot. At this point, he doesn’t even care if Viktor had actually listened to him or not. At first, this was for the sole purpose of a bit of fun revenge. Although it always finishes out to be Jayce wanting to just hear his partner laugh like there’s no tomorrow, his reactions so priceless. How can someone not enjoy tickling a person that scrunches up their nose when you target there, or squeaks like a mouse when you tickle here?

It would’ve gone on for a few more minutes if Viktor didn’t bump against the blackboard in the midst of all his squirming, accidentally erasing some of the equation he had written. They both halt; Vitkor staring at the half erased problem in disbelief and Jayce staring because he’s about to get scolded by him any second, which is not a pretty sight.

But Viktor didn’t scold. He instead slowly turned, faces so close they can feel each other’s breath hit their skin. What Jayce failed to see from the corner of his eye was Viktor starting to flex his fingers.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

[heartstopper-tword]

48. "Stop cheating!"

Charlie and Nick are playing a game (I don't mind which one, if you're stuck for ideas maybe twister) and one of them keeps tickling the other as a distraction.

Eventually they cave and wreck the cheater as punishment ?

Up to you ☺️

Hope your day is absolutely amazing

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A/N: ty for the prompt anon! hope your day is going amazing as well! <3

Prompt #48 - “Stop cheating!”

Prompt from here if you’re interested!

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Cheater, Cheater

“Agh! Charlie, quit it!”

Charlie giggled, withdrawing his hand from Nick’s side. The two boys were currently in the Spring family’s living room, having been sprawled out on the floor with their text books in front of them. This was their near-daily routine; coming back to one of their houses and trying to knock out some of their homework from their day at school, and then spending the rest of their time together watching movies, playing games, and most importantly, making out. Though most times, that plan didn’t go the way it was intended. Nick was easily distracted, and very quickly lost interest in whatever worksheet he was doing. So in order to entertain himself, he’d try to distract Charlie, whether it be laying across his boyfriend’s lap, or whining, or throwing his pens at his head.

Charlie had to bite back a grin when he heard Nick let out a groan, slamming his maths textbook closed. “Charlieeee,” he’d whimpered, pushing his book to the side, “I’m bored.”

“That’s a shocker,” Charlie had replied, chuckling and keeping his eyes trained on his own assignment.

“Come on,” Nick moaned, “let’s take a break. We’ve been working on maths for like an hour now. You especially don’t need to study maths longer than that.”

“Nick, I have a test at the end of the week.” Charlie reminded him, finally glancing up at the older boy.

“And you’re going to ace it! You always have the highest grade out of anyone, and you don’t even need to try!” Nick retorted, moving closer to his boyfriend. When Charlie ignored him, he pouted and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Please, Char? Just for a little bit?”

Charlie contemplated this for a moment, before finally letting out a long yet playful sigh. “Fine. What do you want to do?”

Nick raised his head, smiling brightly. “We should play a game.”

“What game? Mario Kart? Haven’t you learned by now that there’s no way you’ll ever beat me at that?” The younger boy teased, laughing at the incredulous expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“Excuse you, but I happen to remember winning three races last weekend when I was over!”

“Only because I let you win.”

The ginger’s eyes narrowed. “You’re so gonna pay for that later. And anyways, no, not that. I had another game in mind.”

Charlie tilted his head at him, confusion washing over his features. “What game?”

Nick smirked. “Only a game I can finally be the best at. Twister.”

“Twister?” Charlie repeated, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Why do you wanna play that?”

“Why don’t you want to play?” Nick questioned playfully, “Afraid of losing?”

“No,” Charlie responded, “I’m great at it. You’ve just never brought it up before.”

Charlie was lying. He wasn’t good at Twister. Not only did he lack flexibility, but he had always been the first one to fall during the game when he’d played with his sister or his friends during their annual sleepovers. It wasn’t like he cared that much about the game itself; Charlie was competitive. He didn’t like to lose. That’s why his go-to game had always been Mario Kart. After years of mastering every course, hardly anyone could beat him, except occasionally Tori. But even then, the two siblings were always neck and neck.

“Okay.” Charlie nodded, setting his assignment and books aside. “Let’s play.”

And that’s were the pair were now, having pushed the coffee table to the side of the room in order to have the desired amount of space for the dotted mat. They’d spun a few times already, their positions starting out pretty easy to achieve, until Charlie suddenly had an arm underneath Nick’s body and Nick had under the younger boy’s. By each turn, they were intertwining themselves with each other even more, and Charlie’s balance was getting rather rocky. Nick, however, seemed to be completely stable, hardly ever having to readjust his footing or the placement of his hands to make things easier for himself.

With every spin of the plastic wheel, Charlie seemed to be getting more difficult adjustments to his position, while Nick barely had to move. It just wasn’t fair. Charlie knew his boyfriend was going to win.

“Doing alright, love?” Nick asked periodically, a teasing hint to his tone. “Not feeling too shaky?”

“Perfectly fine,” Charlie answered him through his teeth, choosing to ignore the chuckle that came from the boy above him.

After a few more minutes, Charlie decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage over his smug boyfriend. And that’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed him in the stomach.

Nick had flinched, drawing in a small breath, but remaining in the same position as before.

“Charlie,” He said, his voice low, “don’t.”

Charlie snickered, dropping his hand.

After another moment, he reached up again, now squeezing his hip.

Nick yelped, nearly losing his balance, but quickly regaining his composure. “Shit!”

Charlie grinned up at him innocently, trying not to laugh at the glare Nick sent him in return. This was working well for him.

“Charlie, I am warning you,” Nick tried again to be serious, his eyes locked on the boys hands. “Stop cheating!”

“Okay.” Charlie shrugged and reached for the spinner, feeling Nick’s eyes watching his every move.

Nick let out a breath, urging his muscles to relax as much as possible. Hopefully Charlie finally got the message.

He was wrong.

About three minutes later, Charlie was prodding at his side, causing the older boy to let out a shriek in surprise. And to Charlie’s delight, this caused Nick to topple over onto his back.

“Ha!” Charlie pumped his fists into the air victoriously, “I win!”

Nick stared up at his boyfriend, his eyes going wide. “You did not win.”

“Uh, yeah I did,” Charlie said smugly, “The rules are the first person who falls loses. You fell first, loser.”

Nick sat up quickly. “You were cheating!”

“Really? Was I?”

“Yes you were, you were tickling me!”

“Oh boo-hoo,” Charlie playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re just mad cuz you’re a sore loser.”

Nick didn’t answer, his eyes narrowing. Charlie’s smug attitude faltered, his smile fading, and immediately he began to feel as though his boyfriend was angry at him. “Nick, are you okay? I’m sorry, I was just joking… you’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad? No.” Something changed in Nick’s expression, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Vengeful? Very.”

Charlie didn’t even have time to respond, because Nick was launching himself at the boy with inhuman speed, tackling him and sending them rolling on the ground together. Charlie’s immediate instinct was to try and curl in on himself, knowing very well what was about to happen, but Nick was stronger, and easily pinned Charlie underneath him.

“Nick, wait a second,” Charlie tried to plead, attempting to squirm around underneath the rugby lad, but Nick’s hold on him was solid. Completely unmovable.

“Wait a second? Oh no. We’re not even going to think about waiting. I’m gonna tickle the absolute shit out of you, and I’m not gonna stop until I feel like it. I think that’s a proper punishment for someone who thinks cheating is the way to beat another person at a game, right?” Nick’s grin was pure evil as he watched Charlie blush bright red underneath him. “Not that you’d mind.”

“Niiiiick,” Charlie whined, bringing his hands up to cover his blazing cheeks, squealing suddenly at the sensation of Nick squeezing his sides.

“Ah ah! And you can’t hide your face from me, either! I wanna see your adorable smile.” Nick let his fingers slowly spider up and down the boy’s sides, relishing in the frantic giggles escaping his lips. God, he loved that sound.

“Nohoho! Thahat’s nohohot fahahair!” Charlie squeaked out, his giggles growing the higher Nick aimed. “Ihihi cahan’t help ihit!”

Nick chuckled. “Okay. Let me help you then.”

With that, he shot hands up under Charlie’s exposed armpits, drilling torturously into the hallows.

“NO NICK!” Charlie’s arms came flying down and clamped tightly to his sides, his head thrown back with hysteric laughter. “STOHOHOHOP!”

“Stop? Char, I’m only just getting started!” Nick laughed with the younger boy, his heart filled with endearment. “Besides, you deserve this, you dick!”

“I JUHUHUST WAHAHANTED TO WIHIN!”

“Well, cheaters don’t make winners, sweetheart.”

“I CAHAHAN SEHEHEHEE THAHAHAT!”

Nick rolled his eyes playfully. “How about this, Charlie? Just shut up and laugh.”

He pulled his hands out from under the boy’s arms, giving him only a few moments of relief before diving his fingers into his sensitive neck.

“NoO!” Charlie squealed, trying to duck his head, but Nick just laughed. “Charlie, my fingers are stuck now.”

“I dohohon’t cahahahare!” The younger giggled, yelping when he felt Nick beginning to press ticklish kisses along his ears. “Nihihick plehehease!”

“Man, your ears are sensitive as hell, Char.” Nick commented casually, “They seem so neglected. Why don’t you ever let me play with them and love them?”

“Stohohop ihihit!” Charlie whined, trying to move his head away from him, shrieking at the sensation of Nick nibbling on the shell of his ears. “OHOHOH MYHYHYHY GOHOHOD! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

Mixed with the fluttering fingers in his neck and Nick’s merciless attack on his ears, Charlie was in hell (or heaven, though he’d never admit it). The two sensations combined were driving him nuts, and he was sure that Nick knew that. Of course he was.

Charlie’s head jerked to the side, lifting his chin just enough for Nick to remove his hands and let them jump to his ribs, his lips quickly beginning to press kisses along the entirety of Charlie’s neck.

“NOHOHO NIHIHICK! LEHEHEAVE MYHYHY NEHEHECK ALOHOHONE!”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands here,” Nick muttered into the skin, making his laughter rise in pitch.

Charlie was quickly running out of oxygen by the second, and he wasn’t sure if Nick would actually give him a chance to breathe. Normally he was more gentle with him, but as he had said, he was out for revenge. Still, if Charlie wanted to see the sun rise the next morning, he needed to do something.

“NIHIHICK IHI CAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Nick drew his head back, his fingers slowing to a stop on the poor boy’s ribs. He looked guilty. “Oh god, okay. Here, just take a minute.”

Charlie was sucking in air like his life depended on it. Nick’s smirk vanished, “Sorry, was I taking it too far? I didn’t mean to-“

“Nick,” His boyfriend interrupted, breathing heavily, “it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Nick didn’t sound convinced, taking in Charlie’s current state with concern.

“I’m sure,” Charlie told him, then slightly propped himself up on his elbows, “You’re just way too good at getting what you want.”

That finally got a small chuckle out of the older boy, who leaned down and pressed his lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“You are so incredible,” Nick whispered, pressing his forehead to Charlie’s. Charlie hummed, his body finally beginning to calm down. They stayed like that for a moment, before Nick suddenly pushed him back down onto his back. “But there’s one more spot I want to get to before I let you go.”

Charlie’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets in realization. “No, Nihihick I thohohought youhou wehehere dohohone!”

Nick just smiled innocently at the boy as he let his fingers walk all the way down to his kneecaps, “I love you.”

And let it be known, Charlie definitely learned a valuable lesson on cheating that day, especially when getting caught by an evil, rugby loving golden retriever.

[mystwrites]

Lee Douma / ler gyutaro (the green guy I can’t spell XD)

18: you wanna die?

oooooohhh!!! yesss!!! ofc i’ll do this as well!!!

(sentence starters are )

“Gyutaro! You’re so thin! I can wrap my one hand around your waist!”

“Douma…are you fucking serious..? Stop it! Your hands are cold and you know I hate when you idiots touch my hips like that!”

“You and I both know I’ll just continue doing it anyways. You’re just so skinny! Wanna join me for dinner?”

Gyutaro glared at the ice demon, his rainbow eyes dazzling in the light of the Infinity Castle, his smile reaching his ears. How he desired to wipe that stupid grin off of Douma’s stupidly good looking face.

“No? That’s fine! I’ll just drag you along anyways!” Douma chirped, squeezing Gyutaro’s waist once more.

“You wanna die?” he growled, scratching his neck with annoyance and slapping Douma away. “I swear to the buddhas I will kill you if you squeeze my waist again!”

“I know you wouldn’t. I saved you and Daki fro-AAAAYIIIEEEHEHEHEE!!”

Gyutaro smirked as he grabbed Douma’s hip in a similar manner to how his were grabbed. With a mischievous chuckle, he squeezed gently, Douma’s legs suddenly giving out.

Catching the blonde before he smacked face first into the floor, Gyutaro began to dig his fingertips in, Douma bursting into his wild cackling laugh. Jackpot!

“Well, well, well!” Gyutaro sang, his fingertips squeezing just above Douma’s hips. “I think this is a good way to show you what will happen if you squeeze my hips again!”

“G-GYUHUHU AHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Douma shrieked, rolling around on the floor as Gyutaro stood over him, using his legs to keep Douma in place.

No apology was stated, but Gyutaro could care less. All he wanted right now was to get back at Douma for all the times he’s subjected him to tickling. Seeing that he could humble Douma with a few squeezes to his hips, he vowed to do this more often and maybe next time get Daki to assist.

[helleboretks]

3 Ler!Dazai and Lee!Chuuya?

Hello hello, of course! Number 3 is all yours!

Prompt: "Aww, you're blushing!"

"Aaaw, is somebody happy~?"

Dazai watched Chuuya scrunch in on himself, sleepy little giggles filling the small bedroom.

He couldn't help a smile of his own, pressing the lightest of kisses all along his nape, tracing a slow and teasing finger against the other's side.

"D-Dazahaihihihihi..!" Chuuya whispered out, reaching a hand back to rest it against the side of Dazai's head. Dazai simply snickered, snuggling even closer into his lover as the other faced away, red on his cheeks and red on his ears.

"Aww, you're blushing! Chibiiiii~!" So cute, the most adorable little dog Dazai will ever have, no other can compare!

"Shuhuhush-shut ihit!" Chuuya's cheeks only blushed more at it, and Dazai just had to lean over to bombard that precious face with kisses, allowing his hand to slip under the ginger's tank top to peel away more giggles, weaponizing that ticklish tummy of his.

"Chiiiibiiiii~, you're blushing!"

"Nohohoho 'mhmhm not!" Chuuya giggled, but still tilted his head up to catch Dazai in an actual kiss.

Distracted, Dazai slowed his fingers to a stop, too enveloped in the kiss to really think about anything else.

Chuuya, however, took this opportunity to carefully flip them over.

With Dazai's hands under his back.

"Aaaw, man." Dazai pouted once they pulled away. "I'm gonna get numb like this, chibi!" Chuuya rolled his eyes, laying down on Dazai's chest, ear over where his heart is as he wrapped his own arms around the other.

Placing a small peck to his collarbone, he smiled a tiny little smirk and mumbled, "Suffer."

Dazai did in fact have numb arms the next day.

But he convinced Chuuya to carry him, so that's a win in his book.

[tkpuke]

Cait and Vi #5

Cait + Vi - 5. “I’m not ticklish!”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Caitlyn really hoped her sudden nervousness wasn’t showing all over her face from the way she can visibly see Vi having an idea forming in her head, one she won’t like. Caitlyn has been attempting to stay still as Vi tended an injury on her side from earlier combat practice she was still taking in the evenings. Everything was going smoothly until Vi brushed her fingertips a little too gently near Caitlyn’s ribs, sending ticklish shockwaves.

Caitlyn was confident that her reaction was handled discreetly, but you can’t really hide an unexpected giggle with a fake cough. Now here they were, Vi’s gears turning in her head as a smile slowly took over her features, one that terrified Caitlyn on what her next move might be.

Without answering Caitlyn’s question, she repeated the same action that caused her to giggle. This time, when it was done with purpose intentions, made Caitlyn grab Vi’s wrist out of instinct with a ‘stohop!’ slipping out of her. Cheeks now flushed, she started wishing she can just die right here right now to save her from this embarrassment.

“Don’t tell me…” Vi says, her tone screaming mischief. She didn’t waste a second this time, quickly lifting Caitlyn up for a few seconds to throw her onto her nearby bed, fingers in curious search on which spots tickled more. The squeezes and scratches were gentle, Vi still keeping in mind Cait had a not so pretty injury on her side. Caitlyn’s laugh was the most beautiful sound Vi has ever heard, one she rarely hears. She kicks out her legs, feet trying to find any purchase on the bed to toss Vi off, but it was a short losing battle.

“I’m nohot tihihicKLISH!!” The last few words came out in a shrill when Vi made her way to her hips, thumbs drilling like there was no tomorrow. It was a nice sight for Vi to see, hating how serious Caitlyn tries to make herself look all the time. She knows Cait can let loose once in a while and has a playful vibe hidden inside her, so she hopes doing things like this can bring it out more easily. To show her there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. No one is watching, just them two alone. Why keep the enforcer act?

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that, cupcake.”

[1000-feathers]

Tickle RP Prompt #2 - Ms. White's Test Subject

“Now, place your arms and legs in the appropriate restraints” The doctor guided you with a calm, non-chalant voice.

You carefully follow her instructions, introducing your arm through a series of shackles, designed to force someone with more strength than you ever had to keep their arms straight up over their head without moving an inch. As you do this, a set of robotic arms attached to the doctor’s back tighten and secure your restraints to the exact size and force necessary to keep you in place. 

You nervously turn your head to the doctor. Dressed in all white, with her flawless pale skin and her soft white hair, she almost looked like an apparition. Her light blue eyes look back at you, expressing next to no emotion. “Is something wrong?” she asks, in a monotone scientific voice. 

You try to say something, but the words are stuck in your throat. You can only shake your head as your legs and ankles are tightly restrained, before your toes are tied back with a resistant plastic string. 

“Very well” the doctor responded. “We will be processing a few experiments on your cognitive abilities today. I will begin tickling you at the same time i ask you the answer to a mathematical equation. As soon as you give me the correct answer, we will pass on to the next one. When you have given me 10 correct answers, the experiment will be concluded, and i will stop tickling you.”

You nod your head in understanding. Your body strains in anticipation as the six robotic arms that tightened your restraints now begin whirring and hissing at you, like tickle monsters come to life. Their fingers seem to open up, revealing small round brushes and jigsaws made of feathers. They strike down on your most ticklish spot with a simultaneous swing, causing you to erupt with laughter.

“Perfect. Question number one - the square root of eight is equal to three times…?”

[mystwrites]

Ler douma/ lee enmu

#20 cmon smile

aaahhh demon boiiiis!!! yes of course, i’ll write for them! i love douma and enmu☺️🩷

(sentence starters are still open!!)

Enmu was upset. Rui ignored him when he tried to engage in a conversation, deciding to give him a glare and walk away. Unbeknownst to the dream demon, Douma witnessed the whole spectacle, aware that all Enmu wanted was for Rui to engage in a conversation.

“Enmu, my little friend!” Douma chirped, smiling widely. “What’s with the long face?”

“Rui ignored me…I just want someone to talk with!!” he whined, childishly so. “Even Akaza dono won’t bother talking with me!!”

“Akaza dono is like that. Don’t worry, Rui probably is just catching on from how often he hangs out with him.”

“I guess…”

Douma hated when the other demons frowned more than smiled. It really brought the mood in the room down. Knowing there was only one thing to do, Douma gestured for Enmu to sit next to him on the floor. Once Enmu sat down, Douma grabbed him and gave his head a noogie.

“Hey!! Stop!! I just did my hair!!” Enmu growled, shoving at Douma who only pulled him into his lap with ease.

“C’mon, smile!~” the ice demon cooed, his fingers connecting with Enmu’s hips.

A loud screech filled the room, Enmu rolling off of Douma’s lap laughing and screaming like his life depended on it. Despite his efforts to escape, Douma pulled Enmu back towards him and continued squeezing his hips, the poor laughing demon’s face now beet red.

“NOHOHO!! THAHAT’S SO UHUHUNFAIR!!” Enmu cried, weakly trying to pry Douma’s fingers off of his hips. “NOHOHOT MY HIHIPS!!”

“No? No hips? How about your armpits?” Douma inquired, shoving his hands under the smaller demon’s armpits.

Enmu screamed once again, the sounds echoing through the Infinity Castle. Douma smiled from ear to ear, happy to know he was doing his job well. Enmu now beet red and squirming in every direction no longer whined and complained, but let his belly laughter overtake him. Being tickled did in fact cheer him up.

[helleboretks]

oh my goodness I'm so sorry yes the chuuya/aku was platonic!! ao3 messes me up too lol

Here you go, sorry for the long wait, and sorry again for the mixup ;w;

Another sorry cause it's so short, but my mind was struggling a lil' while making this XD

Prompt: "Are you...? Oh my god. You are."

"Are you...?"

"No."

"Oh my god. You are."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh, why must you make such foolish assumptions, Chuuya-san?" Akutagawa turned his head from his position on the floor, pinned with his arm back by the martial artist.

This was not the ideal position to be in at this time, especially with the downright gremlin grin on Chuuya's face. He looked far younger than he actually was like this, but that was unimportant.

What WAS important, was trying to get out of this bind before Chuuya-san even attempted to-

Nope, wait, too late-

"HEy!" Akutagawa yelped, a full body spasm shaking him as Chuuya grabbed his ribs like a madman with one hand. "Hehehehehehe-" Akutagawa gave an appalled glance to Chuuya's mad giggling, and for a second he swore that the man must have gotten it from his ex-partner, because that was more of a Dazai-san thing to do.

"You fiEHehehend, Naohoho!" Akutagawa yelped and giggled as Chuuya vibrated his hand right where it was, not an ounce of remorse in his actions.

"You little shit, you never told me about this!" Chuuya complained teasingly. "Why have I never known!?"

"Why wohohould I tell youhuhu?" Akutagawa stressed, trying desperately to wiggle out of his grasp. But Chuuya wasn't having it, he only really had to put more pressure on the twisted arm though, Akutagawa couldn't exactly get out of this situation either way.

(And no, he would not at all mention Rashomon. Shut up.)

Chuuya just laughed at him, really. And that coupled with the hand spidering and squeezing his ribs was disasterous.

He was going to be here for a while, wasn't he?