#tickle prompts

[jav-animations]

Laughust 2024 Official Prompt List!

Well, everyone, it's time for the moment you've been waiting for!!

Laughust 2024 has been officially released. And everyone can join! Yes, Everyone! :D ✨

Let your creativity get fusionated with your tickler mood! ^^

Good luck, and Happy Laughust! ✨💕

PD: Take "Quick Start" as a "Free Space" or "Free Theme" Prompt! Since it's a little late, you can draw whatever is tickle related! :3

[thebest-medicine]

TheBest-Medicine’s Spectacular Summer

Sentence Starter TickleFic Prompts:

Please feel free to send in ideas / fandoms / pairings / prompts including these or use them yourself as some inspiration for some writing or art! honestly I wanted an excuse and some guidance to write out some more tickle fic ideas I’ve been having lately. So anyway here’s 105 fic starters / prompts (somebody stop me).

“Was that a giggle just now?”

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?

“Come any closer and I will end you.”

“Oh, you shouldn’t have done that..” / “Oh, you shouldn’t have said that..”

“No, I’m just- uh- sensitive.”

“You think you’re real tough, huh?”

“No way, you’re ticklish here too?”

“I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

“Did you just… laugh?”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?”

“So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

“I don’t / can’t believe it.”

“Well, well, well… Look what we have here.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“Come on, stop it - I’m serious, that really tickles!”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

“Wait, are you stuck?”

“I will never forgive you for this, you bastard / jerk / dick / asshole / expletive.”

“Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Don’t make me make you.”

“Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?”

“Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.”

“Well now you’re just asking for it.”

“Wow. You’re bold.”

“I hope you know that this means war.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

“Be careful, I’m ticklish (there).”

“Uh oh, someone’s in trouble.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?”

“Who would have thought a few tickles would be your doom?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re in for it as soon as we’re alone.”

“What? Me? Ticklish? As if!”

“A little birdie told me someone has ticklish feet / sides / knees / etc.”

“Wait - no, not that, anything but that!”

“You can’t be serious…”

“What did you just say?”

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before, it’s nice.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…”

“No way, are you crying / begging?”

“Lighten up, have a laugh!”

“You wouldn’t take advantage (of that knowledge) when I’m stuck like this, right? …Right?!”

“Heh. That all you’ve got?”

“I’m not letting you off that easy.”

“Make me.”

“You would think you’d get less ticklish as you got older, but you’re the opposite!”

“It’s not your fault you’re so ticklish.”

“Please, I can’t take it anymore!”

“Oh you’d like / love that, wouldn’t you?”

“What about (name), (are they) ticklish?” “Huh? What - me?!”

“Hmm, looks like the tables have turned…”

“Oh man, is this a bad spot?”

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“I never would’ve pegged you as the ticklish type.”

“You better not tell anyone about this.”

“I can think of a few ways to make you talk.”

“Why so nervous?”

“Don’t- don’t you dare! Don’t even t-think about it!”

“You’d better keep quiet.”

“I haven’t seen you smile all day / week!”

“Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.”

“I just wanna be close to you.”

“Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!”

“Well now, that seems like wishful thinking.”

“What’s that? Stop saying tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle?”

“You have five seconds to run.”

“Wait, not there - anywhere but there!”

“This isn’t cuddling! This is an attack!”

“As soon as I get out of this I hope you know I’m going to murder you.”

“I hope you’re not too ticklish.”

“Oh man, that looks bad.”

“Uh, oh. Someone’s ticklish.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been hiding this all this time?!”

“There’s nowhere to hide.”

“Aww, are you blushing? That’s adorable.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You should know better than to try to keep secrets from me.”

“What did I just say!?”

“You’re not really gonna tickle me, are you?”

“I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You’d better give up now or this is about to get a lot worse.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Crap. Wait. I didn’t mean that.”

“…That was brutal.”

“We don’t have time for such childish— hey! Stop it!”

“Wait no- Not here- Not now!”

“Just wait until I get you back.”

“Have mercy!”

“Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

“Oh? And what if I did?”

“Revenge is so, so sweet.”

“You can’t be serious!?”

“What are you so scared of? It’s just a feather / brush / etc.”

“Oh, sorry, did that tickle?”

“There it is! That laugh is music to my ears.”

“Don’t make me get your (worst spot).”

“Would you just shut up and tickle me already?”

“You’re in for it now!”

“You are so going to regret that.”

“Let’s make it interesting.”

“What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?”

“Hey, a bet’s a bet.”

[jamiesgotchu]

"Stohohohop!!"

"You don't want me to stop, ya goof~"

[hype-blue-fixation]

My lee mood keeps getting worse and aaaa

I'm thinkin about some little scenarios that could be ficlets.

1. Vox somehow sneaks a camera into Alastor's room and catches him doing self tickling to wind down from the day stresses.

2. Rosie doing a tickle interrogation with soft tickles and Alastor tries (and utterly fails) to resist.

3. Alastor fighting someone (probably Vox or a play fight with Lucifer) but they manage to get their power or a device under his coat that tickles and weakens him during the fight.

4. Alastor going ler on someone else (probably Rosie or Charlie) and ends up flustering himself to the point that brain.exe stops working

[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.

[overtheimaginationwall]

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!!

[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

- 🐦‍⬛

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!

I’ve updated what prompt list I’ll be using! Check it out here!

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.

[harperreadsbalah]

ok bc u guys liked the last one heres another one. so my boyfriend is the most golden retriever puppy (go to first story for like more abt him) and he has like 3 older brothers (like i do also) and he was like “wait let me show you this trick JJ (his brother) showed me its so funny” so ofc me being the delusional fuck i am layed on the floor thinking nothing about it. oh was i wrong. He put his knee on the palm of my hand and pinned the other hand down with his hand. i go “whats the trick” he said “your done for” and IMMEDIATELY TICKLES THE ABSOLUTE SHIT OUT OF ME. he is obsessed with tickling my belly button bc apparently i get super giggly and squirmy when its tickled. the way i was positioned was like literally so impossible to get out of it was absolutely insane. it sucks bc hes so ticklish but hes so much stronger so i cant even get him back without me being pinned and tickled.

LMK IF U GALS AND GAYS AND GUYS WANT MORE STORIESSSS

[thejellyfishgentleman]

A Fave Tickle trope for me?

The cocky and smug person getting absolutely wrecked by something so playful and utterly childish. Something they would say is “beneath them” and yet they turn into an absolute puddle of laughter and snorts. like what did you expect was going to happen? Now you’re a giggling mess and can barely get your words out. Even better if they deny liking it but secretly they love it afterwards.

[thebest-medicine]

Could I get numbers 48: You would think you’d get less ticklish as you got older, but you’re the opposite! + 50: Please, I can’t take it anymore! + 63: Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it. with lee Midoriya pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaase 💚

Prompt 48 - "You would think you'd get less ticklish as you got older, but you're the opposite!"

Prompt 50 - "Please, I can't take it anymore!"

Prompt 63 - "Too bad there's nothing you can do about it."

A/N: I love it I love it I love it yes. made it ler!kacchan with lee!deku. enjoy!

…

“Kacchaaaahahahahan, please! Ihehehehehe I can’t take it! Pleheheheheheease!” Izuku pleaded as his friend’s fingers pinched lower and lower down his sides and along to his hips, squeezing. “Nohohohhoho! Pleheheheease, I can’t take it anyhehehehehehehemore!”

“Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Midoriya’s struggles redoubled their efforts at Bakugo’s indifference. “WahahaaHAHAHA KACCHAN?! HahaHAHA!”

“You know, you would think you’d get less ticklish as you get older, but you’re the opposite, Deku.” Katsuki observed aloud, wiggling his nails into the dips of Izuku’s hips. “I think you’re just getting worse and worse.”

“Nyeheheheheehee staHAHAHAHAHOP!” Midoriya wailed, cackling and pounding his fists into the ground. “I ahahahaham! I heheheheheHEHEHE I cahahahahahaAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”

“You’re so pathetic, giving up already, really? Just from some tickles?” Bakugo chided him, still tickling away at his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHAHOT THERE!” Midoriya complained through his wheezing laughter.

“Not here?” He squeezed both hips over and over. “And how are you gonna stop me, huh?”

“PleheheehehehEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku cried. “KACCHAN!”

“I think I wanna hear you beg a little more, first.”

…

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[golden-chiivalry]

tickletober requests are open!!

🪸 ;; hi y’all!! chiivarly here. i’ll be participating in tickletober for the first time ever!!

which means special asks are open! :3

i’ll try my best to make a short fic/drabble for every day, so feel free to drop me requests!

as of now, i have no pairings for the prompt, so ask away! >:3

i have a special masterpost for it too!!🎃

my fandom’s list can be found in my blog’s guide post!

🪸 ;; the prompt list i will be using is by @august-anon !!

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

Haaaaven't been working on anything at all! :3 nope, nuffin..... well, if anyone's interested! this prompts list shall be waiting here for late november and december~

[tickly-giggles]

I'm having so much fun interacting with you guys 😭💕

Sentence Starter Drabble Time!

Send me up to 3 MHA characters and up to 2 numbers, and I'll make a short drabble~!

Please specify if you want any ships or platonic.

Only pros and/or villains, please!

"Do you like being tickled?"

"Hey, watch it!"

"Shhh, be quiet~."

"Leave me alone."

"Can you... ummm... ya know?"

"Let's have a tickle fight!"

"The safe word is 'tickle.'"

"Are you okay?"

"Here comes the tickle monster~!"

"Don't tease me!"

"You're gonna regret that."

"You wanna say that again?"

"Your laugh is so cute!"

"Are you ticklish?"

"Can you help me? I'm stuck.."

"Hey, whatcha looking at?"

"If you don't stop being annoying, I'm gonna tickle you."

"I'm not stopping until you're happy again~."

"I'll give you something to laugh about!"

"I haven't heard you say 'stop' yet~."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"Please be gentle~!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"I swear, when I find you, you're dead!"

"C'mon, smile~."

"I know you love this."

"You can tell me, what's up?"

"I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't make me."

"I wanna try something new~."

[supermarvel-fics]

You Say Embarrassing, I Say Cute

merry (early) christmas @galacticlee3 !! I was your squealing santa this year <3 i was so happy to be writing this for you since I love writing ler!spencer and I know you enjoy my work. hope you enjoy!!! special thanks to @squealing-santa for putting this together ❤️

word count: 1,400

pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic)

summary: reader needs a massage and Spencer tries helping

“God, my neck is killing me,” You sighed, rubbing it gently as you rolled your head from side to side. “Next time, remind me to stretch before taking down a 250-pound killer.”

Spencer laughed quietly, his head down as he read the files, but his eyes flitted up to you. He watched as you attempted to massage your own neck, noticing how it was alleviating your pain. “I don’t think stretching would help. He slammed you against a wall. What you’re experiencing is mild whiplash.”

“Well, it hurts,” You groaned, leaning forward in your seat to rest your elbows on your knees, hands cradling your heavy head. Spencer shut the file, his attention now fully onto you. He had been watching you a lot recently. You caught his attention early on; a giggle Spencer had never heard before had him asking JJ who you were. She explained that you were an internal transfer to the BAU. You’d been working in domestic terrorism before.

He was smitten with you since then, but wouldn’t dare say that out loud. Though, he had an inkling that Penelope already knew. She was good at reading people romantically.

He longed to be the one to care for you; holding your hand when things got scary, hugging you when you were down, making you hot tea when you were sick. He battled with his own thoughts as he observed you sighing in defeat.

His hands were nimble and mildly cold, but maybe he could help.

“I—” Spencer started, cutting himself off before he could finish. His stomach churned with a nervousness he’d never experienced before. Your head slowly lifted to catch Spencer swiveling his chair back to face his desk.

“What, Spence?”

Spence. He loved it when you called him that. Before you joined the team, JJ and Emily had been the only 2 to ever coin that nickname and while he never minded it, he wouldn’t say he loved the way it made him feel when it spilled from their lips. With you, it made a fire ignite in his chest.

Spencer cleared his throat and anxiously fiddled with his fingers. “I was just—um, well… I could try and h-help if you want. With your neck, you know…”

You smiled, more at Spencer’s stuttering than at the offering he gave you. He was normally timid in social conversations—a sharp turn from when he’s authoritative on a case—but it was endearing. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Spencer had taking a liking to you. Flattered wasn’t the right word to describe how you felt about it. Possibly enchanted or ‘mutual’.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” You asked him, already knowing his answer. Spencer perked up and gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. “Because that would be very helpful.”

“I’m not saying I’d be particularly good at it, but I can try,” He replied, voice shaking slightly. He was nervous, but looked terrified. You giggled and shrugged the best you could without putting yourself in discomfort.

“It’ll be fine, Spence. Anything at all would probably help,” You said, turning your desk chair around so that your back was now facing him. You heard the squeak of his as he made to stand up, then the pitter of his feet as he sauntered to stand directly behind you. He let out a breath and you shivered slightly as the cold air of it just barely grazed your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

“Where is the center of your pain?” He asked you. Lifting your right hand, you pointed to the base of your neck.

“Here, mostly. And a little near my shoulder blades,” You answered, suddenly shy about the situation. It’s just Spencer—no reason to be nervous. Holding your breath, you awaited Spencer’s touch and once he finally made contact, you flinched.

“Sorry!” He said, immediately retracting his hand.

“No, no, Spence, it’s fine! I just can’t see, so I didn’t know when you were about to touch me,” You assured him, chuckling under your breath. “I’m ready now.”

“You’re sure?”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see. “I’m sure.”

Still, you held your breath and tensed out of instinct as you felt Spencer’s hand rest on the back of your neck. He gently pressed into the place where your neck and back met with his thumb, easily becoming more confident as he felt you relax under his fingertips.

“Right here?” Spencer questioned you. You hummed a short and quiet response and he grinned wider at you. “Just tell me if anything hurts.”

Spencer worked his fingers in that spot until your skin began turning red from the continuous rubbing, then slid his hand over to the crook of your neck on the right side. You squealed and shrugged your shoulder up, trapping his hand.

Realizing what you’d done, you released him, swiveling around in panic. “Oh, God! I’m sorry! I just… well, I’m a little…”

“Ticklish,” Spencer smiled, finishing your sentence for you. You blushed as your head fell, eyes looking into your lap.

“Yeah. I thought I’d gotten over that… It’s so embarrassing,” You mumbled, bringing your hand up to your neck to cover up the ticklish spot.

Spencer, on the inside, felt like he’d just won the lottery. What better way to get close to someone than to tickle them? On the outside, though, he kept his composure. He reached out, placing his hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him.

“It’s not embarrassing. It’s a normal response. Everyone is at least a little ticklish and anyone who says they aren’t, are lying. It has to do with nerve endings. And you can’t just get over being ticklish,” Spencer explained, sneakily reaching down with his free hand to pinch your side gently. You yelped and looked up at him, unaware that a smile was creeping onto your face as well. “Now, turn back around. I’ll be careful.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, obeying his words. Your chair squeaked at it pivoted back to its previous position. Spencer’s eyes shifted to where your hand was still covering your neck and smirked to himself before wiggling his finger into your armpit.

“AHA!” You whipped your elbow down and leaned forward. “Spence!”

“Your hand was still on your neck,” Spencer shrugged, an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin on his lips. You grunted and situated yourself back against the chair, sighing dramatically.

Spencer went back to massaging, putting enough pressure not to tickle you, but as he moved to that spot between your shoulder blades and he braced his other fingers onto your ribs, you giggled again, arching away from him.

“Spencer! You said you’d be careful!” You chastised him.

“I was trying to help you!” He replied, going to squeeze at your ribs again. “It’s not my fault you’re too ticklish to handle it.”

“WAHAHA! Noho!” You laughed, squirming in your seat. “Ihit’s embaharrassing!”

Spencer began tickling every exposed spot he could find, watching as you attempted to block each and every one from him. He clicked his tongue. “There’s nothing wrong with being ticklish! Everyone is.”

“Spehehence!”

“Now, repeat after me: ‘it’s okay to be ticklish’,” Spencer ordered, contracting his fingers into your sides with vigor. Had you had any control over your body, you might have stood up to get away from his attack, but you knew that you weren’t strong enough to stand. Plus, you didn’t actually mind TOO much.

“I’m nohohot saying thahat!” You yelled back through your giggles.

Spencer tickled up your torso, forcing his hands under your arms and vibrating his fingers as best as he could. That really got you laughing. “I’m not stopping until you admit it.”

“OKAY, OKAY, OKAHAHAY! IT’S OKAY TO BEHEHE TICKLIHISH!” You belly-laughed, a snort sneaking out at the last second. You instantly covered your mouth, whining and cradling your head in your free hand. “I can’t believe yohou made me snort.”

“It was cute,” Spencer responded quietly, surprisingly confident in his tone. He shuffled to stand in front of you, squatting down so that he was face to face with you. “I think everything you do is cute.”

In shock, your head whipped up, smiling at his confession and that the pain in your neck was basically gone. “You… you mean that?”

“Y-yeah,” He stuttered. “I do.”

Your eyes roamed his face, taking in every inch, and you bit your lip. “Well, I feel the same.” You reached out and grabbed his forearm, rubbing your thumb against his sleeve. “But I have a question.”

His eyes shot up to meet yours. “Anything.”

“You said that everyone is ticklish…”

“Yeah…”

“So, that means you are too, then?”

And with the fear in Spencer’s eyes, you already knew you had your answer.

[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]

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?