#tickletober2020

[comfytickles]

Day 12: Secret technique

Back to traditional art. Sans is getting wreaked again and I am living for it.

Promots belong to @ticklishshenanigansau go show them some love.

Influx here we go.

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 24- “i’m not ticklish!”

“You already know we’re gonna make you say it,” Janus said. “But please, feel free to make this last as long as possible.”

Roman shook his head wildly. “I’m not-- I’m nohohohot--”

Of course, Logan chose that moment to return to Roman’s thighs, kneading the spot with a practiced precision. Roman word’s evaporated into a giddy squeal. He tossed his head back against Janus’ chest, who clicked his tongue in faux-sympathy.

“Oh, dear, is that a very bad spot? Hm?”

He dropped his head a bit, just enough to whisper in Roman’s ear. “Is that a terribly ticklish spot?”

Roman cried out again, his laughter rising and falling at the different sensations. He tugged uselessly on his arms, but they were raised and tied behind Janus’ head, keeping Roman unfortunately stretched out on Janus’ lap.

“I do not see why you’re still goading him, Janus,” Logan said calmly, as if he were not pinching above Roman’s knees with a devilish accuracy. “It’s obvious that Roman enjoys this, and therefore he won’t say anything to end the experience early.”

Janus rolled his eyes, straightening up to prevent Roman from curling into his stomach. “It’s called anticipation, Logan. It’s fun.”

“Hm.” Logan seemed unconvinced by this answer, but he continued, “Well, I suppose Roman does seem to be having a quite a bit of fun. Although I do believe it’s time to return to his death spot.”

Normally, Janus’ would’ve scolded Logan for exposing his plans without allowing him the chance to dramatically build up to it, but the way Roman’s laughter went even higher and his head shakes got even more frantic made him realize that Logan’s methods weren’t as dull as they seemed.

Still, he continued to play it out, grazing his nails up and down Roman’s sides.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he pondered out loud. “I think Roman has been a very good boy, hasn’t he? He hasn’t even called me an evil snake once today.”

He looked at Logan, and was almost surprised to find the logical side sharing a smile with him.

“I agree,” he added on. “Nor as he referred to me with the many number of nicknames he’s created for me over the years. I think that does constitute rather good behavior on his part.”

Logan stopped his brutal attack on Roman’s legs, allowing his to focus solely on Janus’ slow spidering fingers against his sides. He squirmed side to side, still giggling maniacally, but his laughter was much less desperate.

“Do you agree, Roman?” Janus asked smoothly. “Do you think you’re being a very good boy?”

Roman groaned through his laughter at the babyish language, but he still nodded hastily. Janus paused, his fingers dancing right next to Roman’s highest ribs.

“Speak up, Romeo.”

“Yes,” Roman managed through his giggles. “Yes, I’m-- I’m beheheing-- ugh, I’m beheing a good bohoy.”

Janus hummed again. His fingers were now just swirling, lightly and delicate, against the thin skin of Roman’s ribs. He was going to take a few seconds to think of what to say next-- until Logan delivered the kicker.

“Are you a good ticklish boy, Roman?”

All at once Roman’s breath left him in a choked exhale. Janus was grateful Roman couldn’t see his face, because his eyebrows shot right up to his hairline at Logan’s tease.

“I-- I--” he stammered, his squirming beginning again without Janus increasing the tickles on his sides. “Mmmmmmmm, Logahan-- I can’t--”

“Yes, you can, Roman,” Logan interrupted. He leaned forward; there was a look in his eyes that Janus had never seen before.

“You’re going admit to being ticklish, or we’re going to tickle you until you safeword. You have ten seconds.”

Janus’ jaw dropped. He’d never heard Logan be so vicious.

Apparently, neither had Roman-- or perhaps it was the fact that Logan had made similar threats before, threats that he’d very thoroughly followed through with. Either way, Roman’s entire body shook side to side like he could somehow will the hypersensitivity right out of him.

“No, no, no no no no no,” he babbled. “I’m not, I’m nohohot, I’m not ticklish--”

“Five seconds,” Logan instructed, making eye contact with Janus over Roman’s head. His eyes dropped to Janus’ fingers, which were mere centimeters from Roman’s underarms.

Janus scoffed, rolling his eyes. As if this were amateur hour.

“Any last words, darling?” he purred in Roman’s ear, noting with renewed interest the way his breath on Roman’s neck made him twitch.

Roman, bless his heart, was gone. He was hiding his bright red face as much as he could in his forearm, a wobbly smile stretching from ear to ear as he shook his head.

“I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not, I’m not--”

He repeated that phrase right to the very end of Logan’s timer, as well as every time he had a breath to spare while Logan ticklish his stomach, hips, and thighs as Janus focused on his armpits, ribs, and neck. Of course, Logan and Janus stayed true to their word-- they did not stop, not until Roman gave in and uttered either the safe word or that one cursed phrase.

And if that moment came after much, much, much more tickling than either ler had expected... well, perhaps Roman was right, and he really wasn’t all that ticklish after all.

[mynachopaper]

Tickletober Day 30: Machine

"Get them inside. We've wasted too much time already"

Two orderlies grab your arms and toss you into a strange looking coffin. Once inside they strap your arms up and lock your feet into holes at the bottom, you feel the cool air flow over them as your heartbeat increases.

A small speaker by your head sparks to life, "Thank you for being our test subject. We know this typically makes people nervous but rest assured we are the best in our field". You shiver as the words echo in your ears. "Now, let's start shall we?" The claustrophobic walls start to shift and click. Two mechanical probes extend near your sides, each one tipped with vibrating rubber nubs. As they whir to life you start breathing faster. "Phase one: begin!"

The arms press into your pits, the smalls nubs start to scribble and wriggle inside. You scream and thrash about. The vibrations tickling deep into your torso. "Seems we'll need more restrictions" A loud click is heard, two mechanical arms extend. They look smooth and flexible, the arms wrap around your elbows and pull them back, further restraining you.

"Phase two: begin!" Above your tummy opens a long compartment. Inside are dozens of rotating points, all lined up from your waist to your ribs. They begin to rotate during their slow decent towards your bare midriff. The tension builds as your helpless body shakes in panic. They make contact, you scream out as hundreds of tips begin to rub and tickle up and down your belly, all the way up to your sensitive ribs. They swirl and dance across your skin, no spot is left uncovered. "Excellent results! Begin the final phase"

You feel something cold loop around your toes, some kind of cord perhaps. It pulls each of them back, leaving your soles fully exposed. You can feel something slick being sprayed onto them. The full awareness of their sensitivity sinks in. Suddenly your soles are scrubbed by thousands of bristles. They brush over ever inch of your bare feet. From the bottom of your heels to the tips of your toes.

The sensations overwhelm you, every nerve is thrown into a ticklish panic as you slowly lose your mind. All you comprehend is being tickled. These machines never tire, can't be begged, and they don't know mercy.

"Well done everyone. Seems this subject is perfect! We'll check on them in a few hours" the lights go off inside the coffin as the speaker fizzles out. You're left in the darkness being tickled by cruel machinery.

And there's nothing you can do but scream

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Tickletober Day Nine

Ganged up on

(Warning: intense tickles)

Roman had forgotten. It made sense for him to have forgotten, that had been the whole point. Give lee mood sensors to the other sides and then forget, and get surprised with tickles when he wanted them most. But he hadn’t thought he really would forget.

And so he was surprised, coming down to the kitchen with his mood, he thought, well hidden, only to see Patton smirking at him with an almost evil grin.

“W-what?”

And then Janus came into the kitchen, sliding right up behind him and wrapping his arms around Roman’s waist. Roman couldn’t help but gasp, though he tried not to do anything more than that.

“Good morning, Princey~” Virgil practically purred, leaning against the wall with a smirk.

“What’s— what’s going on here?” Roman asked, his lee mood flaring up massively, all his work to push it down wasted.

And then Logan walked in too, holding a glowing sensor, and Roman abruptly remembered. And then realized very quickly that he was about to get exactly what he wanted. He nearly burst into nervous giggles just from that.

The anticipation was awful, all those eyes staring at him hungrily, but not moving, and Roman felt ready to burst out of his own skin. He couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t possible. But even he didn’t expect his first impulse to be shoving Janus’s hands away and bolting.

Almost immediately he had four people chasing after him. His legs felt like jelly already, and he ran for all he was worth, but a hand snagged his wrist, and then another hand grabbed his arm, and then an arm snaked across his waist, and almost before he knew it he was wrestled to the ground.

Virgil was sitting over his waist, and Patton was sitting on his calves, Janus was down by his feet, and Logan was holding his arms up above his head. Roman was already giggling, and all they’d done was pin him.

“Though I doubt you’ll object,” Logan said smugly. “For fairness’s sake we’ll give you once chance to say that the sensors were mistaken.”

But Roman could barely comprehend anything with Virgil rolling his shirt up, and Patton’s hands over his knees, and his socks being removed. Not to mention Logan sitting on his arms and hovering fingers over his armpits.

He managed to shake his head breathlessly.

And then Virgil’s fingers skillfully scribbled over his bare stomach, sending him into laughter. Patton squeezed his kneecaps, making him squeak loudly. Janus was definitely using more than two hands, and several tools, all at once, which made it impossible to tell what was happening to his feet except that it tickled so bad he was screeching. And then Logan, evil Logan, poked his fingers into Roman’s armpits, scribbling in exactly the way that made him go absolutely crazy.

He laughed and shrieked, bucking and thrashing, unable to move under the three of them, and went insane. He could barely breathe he was laughing so hard, and tears slipped from his eyes. It was amazing. Everything he’d ever wanted, even though he could barely stand it.

He didn’t even know how long it went on, just that they seemed to slow down right exactly when he wanted them to. Had he been capable of thinking any clearer, he would’ve remembered that they could very easily see how much tickling he wanted.

He felt like he was only a puddle of lee on the floor, all his muscles weak and limp. They let him rest a little, rubbing gently which made him feel like he was floating.

“That was wonderful teamwork,” Logan said. “But no one of us could really claim to have made you laugh. Patton, you can have the first turn. And the rest of us will endeavor to not tickle him as much as possible.”

Despite Logan’s words, many fingers were still ghosting over Roman’s sensitive skin, keeping him trapped in giggles.

“Hmmm...” Patton said thoughtfully. “What if I tickle you right where you get me~?”

“Nohohoho!” Roman begged, not meaning a word of it. “Nohohot thehehehere, plehehease!”

“Not where?” Patton teased, squeezing around Roman’s thighs and making him laugh and try to squirm. And then he hit the spot that make Roman yell for mercy. “Not here, huh?” He squeezed that one spot mercilessly while Roman laughed and shrieked helplessly, jolts of ticklish sensation running through his body with every squeeze.

And it was worse with Logan’s fingers ever so slowly tracing up and down his armpits, and Virgil drawing circles on his sides, and Janus tweaking his toes.

Finally Patton stopped, peeking around Virgil to grin at him. “Much as I love tickling you so much, I do need to save some for the others.”

Roman was almost worried someone else would start right away, but they gave him another rest, rubbing gently and murmuring teases about how much each of the remaining three would tickle him.

“Ready?” Virgil asked gently.

Roman nodded, bracing for an attack of tickles on his belly, but instead there was a cold feeling of oil on his feet, and he squirmed, babbling pleas for gentleness and mercy. With Patton sitting on his calves, he couldn’t even pull his legs back, and when he felt string he hadn’t even noticed before pull tight, passed to Patton to hold his toes taught, his babbling pleas doubled.

“Is the poor, poor lee scared~?” Janus purred. “He ought to be~ I’m wonderful at my job~”

And Roman knew it was going to tickle. It was going to be so bad. He’d made the sensors so they not only showed his lee mood, but also showed how close he was to safewording. Janus would surely watch and keep him right below the point he truly couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t believe how very well his plan had worked.

And then he heard a buzzing, and adrenaline rushed through his body, giving him just enough strength to buck once, lifting Virgil a few inches in the air, before the electric toothbrushes touched down on his slick toes and he was thrown back into helpless laughter. Janus’s many hands let him torment Roman’s toes and also scrub hairbrushes on his soles, and he took full advantage of this, relishing in the shrieks and screams and crazed laughter.

Roman was sure he would pass out before Janus was done, but sure enough, whenever he was too close, there’d be just enough of a slowing down for him to continue.

But Janus stopped, more abruptly than Roman would’ve expected. “As much as I’d love to continue, you still have two more Lers who very much want to get a good shriek out of you.”

This time the soft rubbing break almost made him fall asleep. Even he didn’t know how he was still so lee as to want more tickles, but somehow he was. And so he didn’t fall asleep, waiting to see who would tickle him next.

A twitch of the fingers still tracing his armpits made him look up at Logan, his eyes wide.

“I know a lot about how to tickle these hollows,” Logan said. “About how you squirm like a madman if I were to scribble quickly, about the deep, crazed laughs if I dig my fingers in, about the shrieks if I were to use a toothbrush like Janus did~”

The anticipation was building and building, and Roman just knew he’d be getting more and more sensitive to whatever Logan did.

“And I also know what drives you the craziest~” Logan threatened, and suddenly there were claws on the ends of his fingers.

Roman’s mouth dropped open, begging never even escaping before Logan scribbled, very fast and very light, the claws absolutely driving Roman crazy.

It was so overwhelming, especially after so many other tickles, and he couldn’t even fight back against it, squirming doing nothing worthwhile. He still tried, thrashing back and forth and squealing and laughing his head off.

It didn’t last nearly as long, the tiny scrap of his mind that could still claim to be rational said. But it felt like fifteen years, trapped and tickled in the worst best evilest way.

Roman really did almost fall asleep during the break this time. He felt so worn out, and also like he was floating on clouds.

He almost didn’t notice when Virgil started, it was so light and gentle, soft rubbing and gentle little scribbles. And instead of teasing, Virgil was murmuring soft praises, about how well he did, and how good he was, and how much they all loved to tickle him, and how sweet his sleepy giggles were. Somewhere, between the soft rubbing from them all, and the gentlest tickles from Virgil, he slipped into blissed out sleep.

[tickly-tufts]

A Compromising Postion

more zukki tickle content (tho sokka doesn’t appear this time)

basically my attempt at zuko and suki’s dynamic

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“Seriously?” Suki demanded. “You snuck out again? What if something bad ended up happening?” She eyed Zuko critically, or rather attempted to, struggling to stay mad in the face of his predicament.

“Sorry...” Zuko responded weakly, voice muffled slightly by his cloak. The fabric had gotten tangled as he’d hopped through the window, getting caught on the frame and pulled over his face. His arms had also become trapped in the process, leaving the young Fire Lord in an awkward position. He could only be thankful that it was Suki who’d found him and not a palace resident less familiar with his antics.

“No you’re not,” Suki countered. “You’re only apologizing because you need my help.” She stepped closer, jabbing Zuko with her fan. “I have half a mind to leave you here until Sokka gets back.”

“Ngh!” Zuko jumped in surprise. His eyes struggled to pierce through the red of his cloak. “Look, I know that I’ve been reckless, but can’t we discuss this when I can actually see you?”

Silence. Zuko tried not to fidget. The floor beneath him was all he could sense.

Then without warning, there were hands on his sides, tickling him through the thin material of his shirt.

“W-Whahahaha?!” He stumbled back, hitting the wall with a solid thud. Suki pursued him easily, her fingers not leaving for even a second.

“You know, I just had an idea.” She scribbled under his arms, making him screech. “Telling you not to sneak out never works, so maybe I have to show you the consequences.” Her hands gradually came to a halt, settling directly over his ribcage.

“Suki... please,” Zuko implored, already tingling with anticipation. He flinched when he felt her fingers twitch, only to squeal when they attacked his belly instead. “Eheheehee! Nohoho!” He wiggled in place.

“Having any regrets?” Suki asked a minute later.

“S-Stohop! Thihis isn’t fahahair!” Zuko yelped when he received a quick squeeze to his ribs.

“What’s not fair is claiming to trust me and my warriors, then ditching us without a single word. I know being the Fire Lord can feel suffocating, but you can’t take so many unnecessary risks.” Suki tried to remain stern, yet couldn’t help but smile when Zuko burst into giggles. “Why don’t I do this more often?” she mused, poking a path along Zuko’s torso. 

She laughed a bit herself as Zuko squirmed, twisting left and right in a futile effort to escape her. She appreciated the fact that he hadn’t tried to kick her, though he likely realized that would only make things worse. When it sounded like he needed a break, she placed her hands on his hips and switched to using her thumbs. Tracing slow circles on either side of his waist, she observed his trembling with fond amusement.

“I still can’t get over how ticklish you are. It’s adorable... though also a big weakness. Even more reason to stick by your guards.”

“Ahahan assassin isn’t gohohoing to use thahat!”

“How can you be so sure?” Suki smirked. “It wouldn’t be that bad of a strategy.” Feeling mischievous, she tugged up his shirt, exposing a small patch of skin. “I bet I could make you agree to anything if I just tickled you long enough.”

Zuko refused to acknowledge the noise he made when Suki scratched right under his navel.

“Dohohohon’t! Eheheek! Stohohohop!”

“What was that? Don’t stop? As you wish, your Majesty.”

“Ahahahack! Nohohahahaha! Yohohou knohow whahahat I meheheant!” Suki’s touch was light and playful, but Zuko still felt like he was going mad.

It wasn’t until Zuko was swaying on his feet that Suki finally relented. Pulling back to let him breathe, she made sure to support his weight as she fumbled with his cloak. He fell forward into her arms as soon as he was free.

“You alright?” Suki checked as she lowered them both to the floor. She pat his back soothingly, hearing him sigh by her ear.

“That was mean,” he complained, and she just knew he was pouting.

Even so, his head remained in the crook of her shoulder.

[wordstrings]

Sam snores. Cas uses his grace to turn the pages. 

[image: a pencil drawing of Castiel sitting in a wingback armchair with an open book in hand. He has his other arm wrapped around Sam, who is sprawled over his lap with head tipped back over his shoulder, asleep and snoring with a fine line of drool coming from the corner of his mouth.]

This was going to be a mini three-panel strip, but this is as far as I got for TickleTober Day 19. Imagine the rest with me: the second panel is Cas leaning over to drop a lil smooch on Sam’s neck, making Sam giggle softly in his sleep. The third is Sam curling into Cas’ neck and wrapping his other arm up around Cas’ shoulders, still sleepy, while a little “~♥” floats up from him. 

[raybidtickles]

Tickletober Day 30: Games

Ryden has been trying to beat the final boss in his game for hours now. Isn't he lucky to have such a nice boyfriend that gives him emotional support?

[kanene-yaaay]

Aftercare [Tickletober Day 14]

Or: Virgil has mean thoughts.

Warnings: Switch!Janus and Switch!Virgil; The aftercare after a tickle session and very light tickles. No proofreaded; 800 words. Take care, lollipop! Sleep, eat, drink water and watch the clouds a bit! They can tell really great stories. ^w^)

[~*~]  

“RED!” He managed to shout between his hissy laughter, his upper limbs too much tired to push the fingers attacking his knees away, which quickly proved unnecessary, since the moment the safeword ran out of his lips the tickles immediately stopped.

“Oh my…” But he couldn’t complete the sentence, his frantic giggling taking over him and his fuzzy brain, for a moment Janus closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment. “gohohohohohod.” As Virgil undid his the slightly bond tying his ankles to the bed frame, he kicked lightly to expel the giddiness tingling on his nerves, the goosebumps flying on his spine and the explosion of a feeling he could only describe as safeness and happiness filling his senses, flying like butterflies across his body.

 After a minute or more he took his hands off of his face, only to find the purple lover sitting on the mattress, a pure amazed expression bloomed on his face together with the small smirk decorating his features and Janus couldn’t bring himself to stop smiling back at him.

 “You’re so fucking cute.” Virgil said and Janus snorted to ignore the hot flaming his cheeks.

 So, as response, he grabbed a pillow and threw at him, “Get the heck out of here and just come back with my tea and a good movie for us to watch.”

 “Does the majesty want something more?” The irony was generous dripped in the words, but with no real heat behind them, the other already in his way to the door.

 “Forget the honey in my tea and I’m locking you out.”

 “Try me and fucking watch as I make a hole in your ceiling to get back.” And he barked a laugh – they both always seemed much lighter and gigglier after their tickle sessions - when Janus’ retort was throwing all the pillows and blankets on him.

 “Idiot.” The one still a bit breathless fondly remarked as Virgil’s form disappeared in the hall, rolling on the bed and tittering when memories of the playful fingers scribbling, teasing and exploring his tickle spots flooded back, the teases whispered on his ears, accompanied by nibbles and kisses on his vulnerable skin. He sat and stretched, putting his arms up only to quickly put them back down when a cold wind hit his still high-sensitive armpits, a soft snort escaping from his nose when he remembered the game of Arms Up they played on the beginning of the tickling.

 When Virgil got into the room bringing the tea, honey, chocolate, salty crackers, fruits slices, water, more water and other snacks to help to bring his energy back that he very much likely asked Logan beforehand, Janus was already on his PJs, making a face to him that clearly said he couldn’t believe that Virgil called Janus the cute one.

 “Shut up.” He laid the things on the desk near to the bed, taking his time to turn on the TV and put the DVD inside, setting everything up as the other drank and ate, both doesn’t taking too much to cuddle.

 “I was only going to say ‘thank you’.” Virgil just rolled his eyes, clear disbelief. “For being such a lovely, wonderful, mean, good and an amazingly ler. I totally didn’t enjoy it at all as you could see by my complete lack of laughter during the whole order.”

 “Dork.” The ler tried to hide his smile and blush by kissing his temple, signing in pure calmness. “You were also, uh, cool or whatever.”

 “Oh, so flattering.”

 “You know I’m not good at this. But… Yeah, it was fun. I’m happy I got to know you,” Virgil ignored the ‘awww, so he has feelings!’ from the former “so I could tickle the shit out of you and that smug face.”

 Both smiled and ignored the other’s smile for their sakes of keeping a reputation. However, Janus just couldn’t ignore the way Virgil’s hands shake and fingers picked the fabric of his shirt, so he entangled their limbs even more, his fingers slipping and resting on the other’s side.

 “You know,” his nails started to drag up and down, in the slowest and lightest motion he could muster, adding pressure enough only to make the spider lover yelp, hiding his face on the crook of Janus’ neck, puffs of laughter hitting his skin, “I really think you made an incredible job and delivered rather delightful teases and tickles that I will be more than happy to give you back once the right time arrives.”

 With the free hand that wasn’t spidering tickles on his ribs, he grabbed the other’s hand, kissing his knuckles and intertwining their fingers. “I love you.”

 And Virgil didn’t say it back, but, for the way he peppered small, quick kisses on the tender spots on his neck, even if most of them were just a graze of lips and then a whole minute of half giggles, this was enough to make his message clear.

[trashyswitch]

Chaos in the Sanders House

The Sides are having fight after fight after fight. So much denial, so much truths being thrown at each other. How shall it end? Why, with tickles, of course!

I started taking the personalities of a few of my friends, and placing them as Sanders Sides characters. So...for those who I've basically written their personalities, I hope you enjoy the PURE CHAOS! This is: The server in a Nutshell!

WARNING: Some swearing, some cusses and a bit of dirty humor. 

Tickletober day 24: I’m Not Ticklish!

Janus and Virgil were yelling profanities at each other, and Poor Patton had to watch. Thankfully, Patton had a bowl of popcorn to keep him calm.

“FUCK YOU! I AM NOT A DABI SIMP!” Virgil shouted at him.

“YES YOU ARE! YOU LITERALLY HAVE A DABI FACE MASK IN YOUR ROOM!” Janus shouted at him.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Just because I have a Dabi mask, doesn’t mean I simp him.” Virgil added.

“LIES!” Janus shouted back at him.

“HOW?!” Virgil asked in anger.

“I’VE SEEN YOUR SHRINE IN THE CLOSET. YOU HAVE A FULL COSPLAY OF HIM, AND YOU EVEN HAVE A BODY PILLOW OF DABI! THIS IS AN INTERVENTION! YOU ARE OBSESSED!” Janus told him.

Virgil’s eyes widened. “I-...well...YOU’RE A SHIGGY SIMP!” Virgil yelled back.

“I- Excuse me?!” Janus asked.

“YOU SIMP SHIGGY SO MUCH!” Virgil yelled.

“HEY!” Janus leaned into Virgil’s face. “Don’t you DARE call him Shiggy. It’s Shigaraki to you.” Janus warned.

Virgil smirked as he pulled out his phone and pulled up a text conversation that was filled with thousands of fanart images of Shigaraki. “I’m surprised you haven’t maxed out your storage.” Virgil added.

“Shut up, Virgil! I’ve read the X Reader fanfictions you’ve uploaded to your Wattpad story.” Janus mentioned.

Virgil gasped. “You take that back!” He ordered. “At least I haven’t gone to Remus for SMUT IDEAS!” Virgil added.

Janus blushed almost immediately. “I...How did you-”

Remus popped up. “You called?”

“NOT NOW REMUS!” Janus shouted in his face.

Virgil snickered. “Geez, he just appeared! Why would you act so offended if you don’t ask him for smut suggestions?” Virgil asked.

“OH! Speaking of smut fanfic-writing, I HAVE A NEW IDEA FOR YOU!” Remus told Janus excitedly.

Janus squeaked in embarrassment. “REMUS, PLEEEEAAASE SHUT UP! NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!” Janus begged.

Remus rolled his eyes and pulled out his pen and notebook with the words ‘Fanfictions Waiting to Happen’ in Newspaper Cutout Letters.

“Anyway: YOU’RE A DABI SIMP!” Janus shouted at Virgil.

“YOU’RE A SHIGGY SIMP!” Virgil shouted back at Janus.

“Well, FUCK YOU!” Janus yelled.

“FUCK YOU TOO!” Virgil shot back.

“I would fuck you two any day!” Remus declared proudly.

“REMUS STAY OUT OF THIS!” Both Janus and Virgil shouted at him. Remus just bursted out laughing and continued to write in his notebook.

Patton’s face winced in disgust as he shoved more popcorn into his mouth to stop himself from throwing up.

Roman came walking through the front door with 2 big balloons in his hand. Then, Roman removed the strings from both balloons, untied them, plugged the ends with his fingertips and handed one balloon each to Virgil and Janus. “Hi guys! Sorry for interrupting. Please continue this debate while sucking up helium. Let’s see how long you last before you die of laughter.” Roman suggested.

Virgil raised an eyebrow in confusion while Janus was already trying not to laugh. Roman waved the sides on. “Okay. Keep going.” Roman encouraged.

Virgil sighed and looked over to Janus. “Can I just mention that Janus has, like, 3 separate stories filled with Shiggy x Reader fanfictions?” Virgil mentioned.

Janus sucked in some helium. “How else am I going to organize my- Oh my GOD! HAHA!” Janus reacted, before laughing at his own voice.

Virgil tittered and sucked in some helium of his own. “Your voice sounds like a CHIPMUNK!” Virgil reacted.

“And yours doesn’t?!” Janus asked.

“I know MINE does, but your voice sounds like Theodore from the Chipmunks!” Virgil reacted.

“Excuse me, that’s offensive! I am NOT Theodore!” Janus warned.

“I didn’t say you were!” Virgil mentioned.

“True, but you said I sound like him!” Janus told him.

“You DO!” Virgil reacted.

Patton was giggling and laughing at the voices. “Hey Janus! I bet if you dressed in a green sweater, you’d be adorable like him too!” Patton mentioned.

“I...Excuse me?” Janus reacted.

“You are excused.” Patton teased.

“I- NO! I am NOT cute!” Janus argued.

“Yes you are!” Patton replied, before waddling up to him and squishing his cheeks. “You are the most adorable snek to ever snek.” Patton teased.

Janus’s face blushed even more than before. Unable to handle it, Janus squeaked in embarrassment and pushed his hands off his cheeks. “Stop it! I’m not cute!” Janus told him as he struggled to keep his composure.

Patton gasped and crossed his arms. “Are you denying the all-knowing Father of the Sanders Sides?” Patton reacted in an offended tone.

“Yes, I am.” Janus said back with a smirk.

Patton narrowed his eyes at him in slight annoyance before walking a few steps closer and closer to Janus. Surprisingly, Janus felt unphased by this action. He just continued to stare at Patton with a smug smile on his face. But the moment Patton poked his ribs, Janus’s smile fell and was replaced by another squeak. “NO! Don’t you even dare!” Janus warned.

“Oooohohohoho! You should’ve thought about what you were denying before you tried denying it.” Patton mentioned. “Because I can easily prove your adorableness...Through a few tickles, of course!” Patton told him with a big smile before he squeezed Janus’s side.

“What are you even talking about? I’m not denying anything! And I’m not even ticklish! Like, at all!” Janus tried to tell them.

Remus guffawed at the last statement. “He’s VERY ticklish! Go for his ribs! Those are a killer.” Remus said with no filter whatsoever.

“REMUS!” Janus shouted at him.

“Oooooh, this is gonna be good!” Virgil reacted with a smirk.

Janus jumped back and tried to run away from the situation he got himself into. But right as he tried to escape, Roman wrapped his arms under Janus’s underarms and held him there. “WAIT! NO! LET ME GO ROMAN!” Janus ordered.

Roman just laughed. “You’re not gonna scare me into letting you go, Jan. Just accept your fate, and SUFFER.” Roman replied smugly.

“I’ll get you back. I know all of your ticklish spots. Don’t underestimate my abilities to tickle you.” Janus warned.

“Aww, come on Janus! Can’t handle being the lee for once?” Roman asked.

Janus attempted to reach back and tickle Roman’s sides and hips if he could. But Roman just tickled him right under the armpits for even trying! “NAHAHA- ROMAN!” Janus yelled.

“Yes?” Roman replied calmly as he observed Patton getting closer and closer.

“Let. Me. GO- AAAH! PAHAHAT! WAHA- WAHAIT!” Janus shrieked.

“Wow! You’re right! I AM waiting! Wanna know what I’m waiting for?” Patton teased calmly as he poked and drummed his fingers on his ribs.

Janus gulped and whimpered nervously as Patton leaned into his ear, and whispered a breath-filled answer: “Your bubbly, manic laughter...”

Janus held his breath and tried to fight Roman off. And he almost succeeded! But Roman had chosen to wait till the last minute, to blow a raspberry onto his neck and catch him off guard. Janus squealed and smiled widely and wobbly as he struggled to get away from them both.

“Oh! Can I help?” Virgil asked, his voice still slightly high from the helium.

“Of course!” Patton replied.

“Cool!” Virgil reacted as he ran up and started going for Janus’s belly. But Janus didn’t react at all to the new touches. He just continued to struggle with the tickling on the ribs. Virgil was taken back in shock.

“Go...for...his feet!” Roman ordered, struggling with Janus in his arms. Virgil immediately ran towards Janus’s backside, grabbed one of his feet, and bent his knee and calf back so he could tickle his feet without an issue.

Janus’s eyes grew to the size of donuts as soon as Virgil so much as touched his foot. “DON’T- YOU- Ohohoho gohohod NOOOOHOHOHO!” Janus begged, slowly falling into short fits of laughter.

“Yes!! We’re close!” Patton declared happily. With the position Janus was stuck in, Janus couldn’t kick Virgil without risking falling over. He also couldn’t move his arms around much without being tickled further by Roman. Every struggle was met with a consequence, and Janus was somewhat conflicted about it! What a cruel way to handle him! But...It was definitely working in their favor.

“Aaa tickletickletickletickletickle!” Patton teased.

“Awww, poor Janny is all ticklish on his footsie. It would be a shame if I were to go for your toes next…” Virgil teased.

Janus squeaked in slight panic and tried to look behind him. “Now hohohold ohon a minute-” Janus yelped and threw his head back as hysterical laughter left his mouth. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES! STAHAP IHIHIHIT!” Janus bursted out.

“Wait, really? I had no idea! It wouldn’t have occurred to me that moving my fingers baaaack and foooorrrth…” Virgil moved his nail back and forth under the toes very slowly to his voice, “...Would tickle so much! What a funny observation!” Virgil teased.

“YOHOHOU’RE HAHAHANGIHIHING AHAROUND LOHOHOGAHAHAN TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Janus yelled at him somehow through all the dominating laughter.

“Oh? I am?” Virgil asked. He turned his face to Logan. “Have I been hanging out with you too much, Logan?” Virgil asked with a wink.

“For a romantic couple, I would say we need to hang out a little more...just for the sole purpose to spite the snake.” Logan suggested.

“Hmm...Well thought out. Okay!” Virgil replied.

“Why of course...I am the logical one, after all.” Logan said with a smug smile as he fixed his glasses.

Virgil chuckled and paused his tickling. Up back onto his feet, Virgil walked up to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “The most logical…” he added.

Logan blushed and looked away with a wobbly smile on his face.

“And the cutest!” Virgil added, poking his cheek. Logan blinked in surprise and looked at Virgil with a frown. “Actually, you’d be the cuter one in the relationship.” Logan explained.

Virgil guffawed. “Yeah right...Nerdy is the new cutie.” Virgil told him, booping the middle of his glasses.

“Am not. Emo is more adorable.” Logan argued, poking Virgil’s nose to make a blush appear on his vampire-like face. Virgil went cross-eyed for a moment before frowning. “Not true, but okay.” Virgil argued quickly.

Logan’s smug smile dropped. “Very true, actually.” Logan argued.

“Nope. Not true at all.” Virgil argued back.

“100% true, Virge. So true in fact, that simply tickling you would show the sides just how adorable you are.” Logan told him.

Virgil blushed slightly and narrowed his eyes. “...you wouldn’t…” Virgil dared.

Logan poked his belly and made a little ‘beep’ sound. “Oh look. I did it.” Logan said in a monotone voice. Virgil crossed his arms and soon smirked as he started to plan a tickle attack on him. “Hmm...It would appear my cute little emo might be planning something. Considering I just poked you in that belly of yours, I can theorize that you’re planning some sort of ticklihihi- HIHIHIHING AHAHAHATTAHAHACK- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan hypothesized before falling into hysterics under Virgil’s fingers alone.

“Oh wow! The rainbow nerd is ticklish! Who woulda thunk?” Virgil reacted in a slightly monotone voice of his own.

Logan struggled to cover up his ticklish spots with his arms and quickly started to crumble to the evil, quick pokes and squeezes against his tummy. Virgil was very quick with his movements (unsurprisingly...he’s anxiety) and managed to even sneak around and squeeze his hip! Logan was almost losing his balance, so Virgil decided to squeeze both ticklish hips and drill into them at the same time. “zzZZZZZZZZzzzZzzzzzZZZ!” Virgil teased, imitating the sound of a drill gun.

Logan wheezed and doubled over in laughter. “NODRILLS- NOHOHOHO DRIHIHIHILLS!! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan laughed before falling onto his side. With Logan now onto the ground, Virgil set to work. Virgil wrapped one arm under Logan’s left armpit and started squeezing and skittering his fingers all over Logan’s back. “OHOHOHO GEHEHEHEHEHEEEZ! COHOHOME OHOHOHON! HAHAHAHA NOHOHOT MY BAHAHAHACK! IHIHIHIT FEEHEHEHEELS WEIHIHIHIRD! AHAND TIHIHICKLYHYHYHY!” Logan told him.

“Weird, you say? Are you sure that isn’t just the ticklish sensation effecting you?” Virgil asked, lessing his tickles a little so he could talk.

“Ihihit ihihihis, buhuhut Ihihihi’m nohohot uhuhuhused tohohohoho ihihit.” Logan told him.

“Oooh...Okay.” Virgil replied understandingly. “Perhaps I should take it slower?” Virgil suggested.

Logan couldn’t help but blush and giggle from embarrassment. But, he nodded his head. “Okay.” Logan replied.

Virgil took a few minutes to tickle his back very gently and slowly, so he wasn’t overwhelmed. Remus, who was just enjoying the cute view, rested his cheek on the palm of his hand as he enjoyed the cute moment in front of him.

Patton, who was still tickling Janus, gave him a break and turned around. “Hey Remus! If you’d like some popcorn, have mine if you’d like!” Patton offered.

Remus gasped and placed his free hand on his chest in appreciation. “Awww! Thanks Patton!” Remus said happily before grabbing the bowl and shovelling popcorn into his mouth.

Patton turned his focus back onto Janus and giggled. “You okay?” Patton asked.

Janus’s breathing was slowly getting calm as he recovered. “You...are so...getting it...Pat…” Janus warned. Without a second thought, Patton took off running. Patton turned his head around and squealed when he saw a tall, revenge-hungry Janus sprinting after him. It didn’t take long for Patton’s laughter to echo through the hallways towards the sides.

In the living room, Virgil was starting to pick up the pace on Logan’s ticklish back. Logan’s giggles turned to squeals and laughter as he wiggled his back around from the ticklish sensations. It felt weird the quicker that Virgil tickled, but it was a lot less unbearable thanks to Virgil’s slow start. Logan didn’t really get a chance to tickle Virgil back, but he did get a few moments to cuddle his loving boyfriend. The couple happily cuddled on the couch in the comfort of each other’s arms and enjoyed the sound of Patton’s distant laughs and hiccups.

...Meanwhile, Remus was STILL writing in his notebook. “Have you two made love yet?”

...Let’s just say it didn’t take long for a more manic fit of laughter to join Patton’s...

[tickly-trashcan]

I’m not ticklish! {Shin Soukoku}

A/N: this.... was meant to be a lot shorter oh my goodness. it takes place a bit before they actually form their relationship, hence why they’re constantly at each others throats haha. boy i got really carried away with this one, hope you guys still enjoy though! it’s my longest fic on here to date

Summary: After a long and treacherous battle, Atsushi takes Akutagawa to his home to help treat his wounds. 

Word Count: 2.3k (under the cut)

It was just after a difficult mission, and both Atsushi and Akutagawa were pretty beaten up from the gifted they had fought. Thanks to Atsushi’s regenerative powers he didn’t need to worry too much about first aid, but Akutagawa on the other hand lacked such a thing, and needed to be treated immediately.

Akutagawa had argued that he was fine, that he didn’t need any help and he would heal up eventually, but Atsushi was having none of it.

“Let go of me, Jinko, I don’t need your help!” He hissed, venom seeping from his words.

Atsushi sighed. He was currently carrying Akutagawa to his apartment, one of Akutagawa’s arms draped over his shoulder to help him walk, and all Akutagawa had been doing the whole time was struggling to get out of Atsushi’s hold.

“Listen, I’m just gonna bandage you up and then you can get as far away from me as you want, but look at yourself! You can’t even walk without my help right now!” Atsushi retorted, tugging on Akutagawa’s arm to readjust him, Akutagawa hissing in pain.

They walked up the steps of the agency dormitories, Atsushi opening the door to his own and walking Akutagawa in. He set him down at the small table he had set up in the center of the dormitory, Akutagawa immediately going to get up.

Atsushi pushed down on his shoulders, Akutagawa wincing again in pain, something that Atsushi quickly noticed as he pulled his hands back, pointing a finger at Akutagawa.

“Stay,” he commanded. Akutagawa scoffed.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m your dog, Jinko.”

“Then don’t act like one,” Atsushi shot back. He felt a sudden sting in his cheek, and looked down to see Rashomon had just barely grazed him. He glared at Akutagawa, whose steely eyes glared back. Atsushi sighed again, reaching down below the sink for the first aid kit as Akutagawa retracted Rashomon.

Atsushi pulled out the first aid kit, setting it on the table and looking at Akutagawa.

“Where are you hurt?”

“I’m not hurt,” Akutagawa protested, crossing his arms, though the small wince of pain from that action did not escape Atsushi’s vision.

“Take off your coat,” Atsushi demanded, opening the first aid kit. “I need to see where you’re hurt so I can fix you up.”

Akutagawa huffed out a mirthless laugh. “You think I’d take my coat off for you?”

Atsushi looked at Akutagawa, frowning in annoyance. Akutagawa frowned back, narrowing his thin eyebrows at Atsushi. Atsushi sighed for what must be the hundredth time that night.

“Dazai paired us up so we could cooperate, but clearly he was wrong.”

“Dazai’s never wrong!” Akutagawa exclaimed, anger surging through him. Atsushi turned, facing Akutagawa again.

“Then take off your coat.”

Akutagawa clicked his tongue in annoyance, but obeyed, removing his coat and setting it off to the side, although very close to him. 

Atsushi forced a weak smile, sitting down next to Akutagawa and pulling out some hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball, dipping the small ball into the liquid. 

“Turn around,” Atsushi said, softly this time. Akutagawa hesitated, but did as he was told. Atsushi lifted up his shirt, inspecting his back. It was covered in cuts and bruises, but it was nothing that he wouldn’t be able to patch up.

“Can you take your shirt off too? It’ll be easier for me that way,” Atsushi asked gently. He knew how hard it was for Akutagawa to part with his coat, so he didn’t want to push it too far.

Akutagawa bit his lip, but did as Atsushi asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall from his shoulders onto the floor. Atsushi felt his cheeks warm slightly at seeing Akutagawa’s bare back, though it was decorated with bruises and cuts, it was pale over the whole expanse, and his skin looked smooth to the touch.

“Are you just going to stare or are you actually going to do something Jinko?” Akutagawa snapped, craning his neck to glare at Atsushi. Atsushi flushed faintly, shaking his head.

“I’m not staring!”

Akutagawa scoffed, turning his head away from Atsushi. This had to be one of the most humiliating things for him. Here he was, injured enough that he needed to receive help from Atsushi, his sworn enemy, and he was without Rashomon no less. He was completely helpless, and he didn’t like that feeling.

He especially didn’t like the next feeling that came, the feeling of Atsushi’s warm hand between his shoulder blades, steadying himself as he dabbed a small amount of the hydrogen peroxide on one of his cuts. Akutagawa hissed in pain as the cut stung, and Atsushi rubbed his hand gently between his shoulder blades.

“It should only sting for a second, then you should be alright,” He said gently, tapping the cotton ball against another cut.

Akutagawa winced, but he didn’t make any noise. Atsushi’s hand was comforting, it helped him relax a bit more. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt a similar security to Rashomon in Atsushi when they were like this, it frustrated him slightly. 

Atsushi tapped the cotton ball against the rest of Akutagawa’s cuts, Akutagawa flinching in pain at some of the deeper ones, Atsushi rubbing his back whenever he jolted.

“I’m going to bandage them up now, then you’re free to go.”

Akutagawa nodded, Atsushi lifting his hand from in between Akutagawa’s shoulder blades to reach for the bandages, and Akutagawa missed his touch for a moment. He flinched again when Atsushi suddenly touched his side, placing a bandage on one of his cuts, but not because of the pain.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

Akutagawa shook his head, and he felt his cheeks warm. He tried to remember where the rest of his cuts were so he could expect the feeling, but when Atsushi’s hands were suddenly on his ribs he couldn’t hold back a huff of laughter.

It came out softly, so much so that Atsushi thought it was a sigh. But there was no way it could be a sigh, right? It had to be something else.

“Are your cuts still hurting, even with the peroxide?” Atsushi asked gently, and Akutagawa only shook his head again, biting his lip.

Puzzled, Atsushi continued on, placing a bandaid near Akutagawa’s hip. Akutagawa managed to stifle another laugh, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to keep up.

“Are you done yet, Jinko?” He asked, his tone sounding almost desperate as Atsushi prepared another bandage.

Atsushi shook his head. “No, you still have a lot of cuts. I should be done in a few minutes though, can you really not stand me that much?”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it?” Atsushi demanded, crossing his arms. Akutagawa glanced back at him, biting his lip before turning back.

“It’s nothing just… continue, get it over with.”

Atsushi looked at Akutagawa with a confused face, but continued. He placed a bandage on Akutagawa’s shoulder blade, sliding his fingers opposite it to make sure it stuck. He heard Akutagawa huff again, though it sounded strangely similar to a chuckle…

It finally clicked in Atsushi's head, exactly why Akutagawa was acting so strangely now that he was placing the bandages one. Atsushi grinned, trying to hide it as he turned to grab another bandage.

“Akutagawa… are you ticklish?”

Akutagawa spun around, his face dusted a light pink as he shook his head, eyes wide.

“I’m not… t-ticklish! That’s a ridiculous assumption!”

Atsushi had never expected Akutagawa to stutter, and it took all his willpower not to laugh at him for that. He nodded, biting back his grin as he grabbed another bandage, motioning for Akutagawa to turn around, who very hesitantly did.

“Sorry, sorry, I was just curious.”

He placed another bandage on one of Akutagawa���s cuts, noticing that his shoulders were flushed pink as well. It was almost… cute.

Atsushi shook his head at the thought of Akutagawa being cute, and promptly went back to bandaging up his cuts.

He finished quickly, and Akutagawa looked back once more.

“Are you done now, Jinko?”

“Ye- No, I have a few more,” Atsushi changed mid-sentence. He needed to test something, and if it involved using an extra bandage he didn’t mind.

Akutagawa let out a low groan of annoyance, turning back around. “Make up your mind, Jinko.”

Atsushi placed the bandage on Akutagawa’s side, and his breath hitched again. Atsushi stuck the bandage on, slowly drawing his fingers along the sticky part as Akutagawa huffed out a soft chuckle. Atsushi grinned.

He scribbled his fingers quickly on Akutagawa’s side before retracting his hand, right before Akutagawa could grab it and likely snap it in half. Akutagawa let out a loud, surprised laugh, spinning around and glaring at Atsushi, who couldn’t fight back the grin that currently rested on his face.

“You are ticklish!”

“I am not!”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t we test that then, hmm?”

“Don’t you dare, Jinko, don’t touch me,” Akutagawa warned, raising his hands in front of him, his only defense now that he didn’t have Rashomon. Atsushi licked his lips, raising his own hands and wiggling his fingers at Akutagawa.

They stood there for a moment, completely frozen before Akutagawa made a break for it, running towards the door. Atsushi easily wrapped his arms around him, pulling him back and laying him down on the floor where he flopped around like a fish out of water. It was oddly ungraceful for the normally menacing mafia member.

“Let go of me, Jinko!” He screamed, hitting Atsushi before he felt two hands on his sides, scribbling around on his skin. He yelled again, shrilly this time before deep laughter poured from his mouth, shaking his head around as he hit around randomly, occasionally hitting Atsushi.

This was… a painful task, Atsushi lamented as he continued to tickle Akutagawa, who struggled a lot beneath him as he dug his thumbs into his hip bone, earning a shriek from him. It was painful, but how rewarding it was to see Akutagawa’s face, to hear his laugh.

His face was dusted a light pink as he laughed, and his laugh was deep like his voice, but melodious as it echoed through Atsushi’s small apartment. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was smiling so widely that his dimples were showing. Atsushi caught himself staring, and blushed slightly, turning his head away as Akutagawa continued to buck and cackle beneath him.

“Jinkoohohohohoho! I’ll-I’ll kill yohohohohohou!” Akutagawa threatened through his hysterical laughter, kicking his legs out as the corners of his eyes started to burn. His lungs hurt too, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep up with this laughter. 

He was never really tickled that often in childhood, only a few times by Gin which he was often teased for. He grew up in the slums, then in the mafia, where tickling was scarce. He wasn’t used to it, and therefore, was unable to grow an immunity for it, which is why it was so difficult to tune out the sensations that currently lit his whole body aflame.

Atsushi giggled along with Akutagawa, teasing him gently. “You’re really ticklish, Akutagawa, how did I never know this?”

“Y-Yohohohou take thihihihihis to the grave!” Akutagawa screamed through his laughter, throwing his head back when Atsushi’s hands found his ribs, drumming along them with ease as Akutagawa could do nothing but cackle helplessly. 

Atsushi laughed. “I won’t tell a soul.”

Atsushi was honest with that. He was sure this was embarrassing for Akutagawa, and Atsushi would be lucky if he could get away alive after tickling the living daylights out of one of the mafia’s best men. 

Atsushi raised his hands a bit further, digging them under Akutagawa’s arms. He couldn’t even comprehend the noise Akutagawa made when he did so. It was something between a shriek, a laugh, and a snort, all mixed together as Akutagawa’s laughter rose a few octaves, absolutely hysterical.

“Y-You’re really ticklish here, huh?” Atsushi said, slightly concerned as he lightly tickled under Akutagawa’s arms, Akutagawa squeezing his arms down as he arched his back, screaming with laughter as tears began to stream down his now very red face.

“STOHOHOHOHOhohop! JinkhohOHOHO!” 

Atsushi took that as his cue to leave Akutagawa the fuck alone, and give him a chance to breath. Akutagawa panted beneath Atsushi, clutching his chest as it heaved up and down.

“Sorry…” Atsushi muttered, and Akutagawa didn’t respond. 

They sat there for a few minutes, the only sound was Akutagawa’s heavy breathing before it slowly evened out. Atsushi looked over at Akutagawa one more time as he shuffled around, reaching for his shirt. He put it on quickly, followed by his coat. Atsushi gulped. Was he going to kill him?

Akutagawa stood, coughing into his hand before looking down at Atsushi, who yelped in fear. Akutagawa narrowed his eyes, glaring down at him as his face was still slightly pink, which was the only thing that made it less menacing.

“You tell no one of this, and I won’t kill you.”

Atsushi nodded quickly, watching as Akutagawa walked out the door, standing in the doorway a moment.

“...thank you for treating my wounds,” was all he said before he shut the door behind him, leaving into the night.

Atsushi sighed in relief as soon as he left, all the tension leaving his body. He wasn’t going to die that night, and for that he was grateful. Still…

The image of Akutagawa laughing was burned in his mind, and Atsushi touched his hand to his cheek to feel how warm it was. He quickly looked in a mirror, realizing he was blushing. He slapped his cheeks with his hands, shaking his head. It was just a stressful night, he told himself…

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 22- “fingers”

"What's wrong, Virgil?"

Virgil yanked on his arms, but they were easily trapped under Roman's knees. "Dohohon't!"

"Hm?" Roman asked, swirling one pointer finger around Virgil's belly button. "Don't what, my dark and stormy knight?"

"Dohohon't--" Virgil dropped his head back to the floor, eyes shut and face flushed. "Don't touch me there!"

"Oh, I'm not!" Roman said. He waited until Virgil cracked an eye open, and then he raised his hand and smiled.

"Mr. Pointy is."

Virgil's face went through an entire journey before landing on mortification. "Don't say thahahat!"

Roman clicked his tongue, dropping his fingers back down to spiral around Virgil's sensitive belly button. "Aw, you didn't think I'd remember that game?"

"You are horrible."

"How did Patton play it?" Roman wondered aloud. "Mr. Pointy's hibernating, and he needs to find somewhere nice and quiet and dark to sleep?"

His spirals got smaller, dipping closer and closer to the tickle spot, and Virgil shook his head wildly through his laughter.

"Nohohoho-- Roman-- not there, I-- ahahahaha!"

"Aw, he found it!" Roman cheered. His pointer finger was now nestled comfortably in Virgil's bellybutton. "Mr. Pointy found such a comfy hiding spot, didn't he, Virgey?"

He wiggled the finger just as Virgil opened his mouth, wringing a delightful snort out of him.

"Ro-ohohohohoho," he whined, kicking his legs petulantly behind Roman's back. "I hahahate you."

Roman smirked. "Hate me all you want, but Mr. Pointy's feeling pretty comfy right now. I think he's gonna stay right there for a good, long time."

[mynachopaper]

Tickletober Day 18: Holding it in

You're cuddling with your ler on the couch.

Watching some mindless show as you curl into them. Their arms wrapped around your waist, you feel secure.

Their hand slips under your shirt and starts to caress your tummy. It tingles, causing you to smirk.

They lean in and whisper "If you laugh, I will pin you right here on this couch and absolutely wreck you"

You almost squeal out. Their words shiver down your spine as their fingers trace around your tummy.

'Oh god oh god'

They chuckle softly as their fingertips creep over your sides. You desperately try to hold on. The giggles start welling up inside.

"Go on, I know you can't help it"

The teasing makes it worse, a small whimper escapes as they brush over your hip. You quickly stifle a giggle right as they pinch and poke.

"Ooo, a close one"

They grab your wrists and pull them up over your head.

"Wait please nononono"

They start tracing your ribs. Each finger exploring and teasing, gently caressing your ticklish little body. You're using all of your energy to focus. You feel like you're going to burst.

Suddenly you feel a nibble on your neck. You squeal out before descending into laughter. Writhing and squirming against their body.

They swing around and straddle you. Pinning your limbs and waist.

"You. Are. Fucked"

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Tickletober Day Eight

Interrogation

(Intense tickles, bondage, safeword use)

A very excited seeming Patton dragged Janus and Roman into a back room. They were both confused as to what they’d done to earn a ‘special surprise’, but were more than curious enough to happily follow.

“So what is this?” Janus asked, looking around curiously at the room, where there were several boxes and a bed.

Patton flushed a bright pink. “Um... so... I um... you two are both in Ler moods, right?”

Roman and Janus glanced at each other, wondering how Patton had realized so quickly. They both nodded.

“Well I’m... I’m in a lee mood. And I would really like for you two to tickle me!” Patton bounced up on his toes and both of the Lers got mischievous grins. “But! I’m not telling you!”

Janus frowned slightly. “You— just did, didn’t you?”

Patton nodded. “Yes, but also no! See, I wrote down the way I really want to be tickled, and I hid it somewhere in the room.”

“Okaaay?” Roman said. “So hide and seek?”

Patton blushed a bit more and shook his head. “You only get it if I tell you where it is.”

“And you ‘won’t tell us’.” Janus said, a slow smirk growing on his face.

“I don’t think I get it,” Roman said, a little lost.

Patton curled up on himself a little, blushing even more, and his voice came out all squeaky. “You’ll have to tickle it out of me...”

Janus grinned wide, and started looking in boxes, ooh-ing and ah-ing over whatever he was seeing.

Roman scooped up Patton and carried him to the bed. “Any rules? Anything you don’t want or would make you uncomfortable?”

Patton just shook his head, “I’ve never really been in a really really big Lee mood like this, and I want all the tickles, and all the teasing, and everything!”

Then Janus climbed onto the bed, holding something behind his back, and with an evil grin on his face. “Then why don’t you just tell where the paper is?” He asked, his voice silky smooth.

Patton got an excited little smile. “Never!”

Janus captured Patton from Roman, and very quickly wrapped something around his wrists, pulling them up over his head and pulling Patton close, with his back against Janus’s chest. He leaned in very close to Patton’s ear. “You’ll regret that~”

Patton burst into tiny, tittering giggles, squirming in Janus’s hold.

“Roman, sit over his knees. I’ll entrust those ticklish thighs to you~”

Roman was quickly warming up to the game, and sat on Patton’s legs, getting his hands into position, ready to squeeze just over Patton’s kneecaps.

“Oh, dear, dear, Patton...” Janus purred, his fingers starting to wiggle up and down Patton’s ribs. “You’ve made quite the mistake~”

Patton was already very giggly, but a squeeze from Roman made him snort and squirm.

“We’re going to tickle, tickle, tickle you~ and who says we have to let you go? We’re in quite strong Ler moods, and you’re such a delightful little toy~ I think I’d rather keep you here for hours and hours~”

“Good!” Patton burst out between giggles.

Janus grinned evilly and dug his fingers into Patton’s belly, getting loud, happy laughs. He nodded at Roman, who started moving up, and then the laughter was filled with delightful squeaks and squeals.

“Are you going to tell us now?” Roman asked.

“Nahahaha—- Roho-hahahahah! Jahaahaahahaha!” Patton was squirming as much as he could manage, held between the two of them, laughing and squealing.

Janus responded to that by pulling out another set of arms and swirling makeup brushes he’d gotten from somewhere in Patton’s armpits.

Patton squealed, and snorted, and laughed, thrashing all around, going insane from the tickles.

Roman sent a warning glance to Janus, but he shook his head, still tickling until Patton’s laughter got a bit wheezy.

“How about now?” Janus purred into Patton’s ear, his breath clearly tickly by the way Patton started giggling through his gasps for air. “Do you want to tell us where you’ve hidden it?”

“Ne-never!” Patton said defiantly.

“Ohhh, are you very certain~?” Janus asked, motioning for Roman to move.

As soon as Roman got off, straps snaked up onto the bed, snagging Patton’s ankles and holding his legs tightly, and apart.

“You know your weak spot is right there in those ticklish thighs~ and now Roman can reach it~ squeeze that horribly ticklish tendon while you squeal and shriek~”

Patton shivered, his defiant smile getting all wobbly.

“Gonna tell us?” Roman asked teasily, settling in and holding his hands just over where he knew well was Patton’s very worst spot.

Patton hesitated a long second, and then shook his head.

“How wonderful~” Janus murmured, hands scribbling slowly at Patton’s sides. “All the more wonderful squeaks and screams and crazed, desperate laughter for us~”

Patton was trying not to laugh, and very nearly failing, but Janus poked a finger into each hollow at once, making Patton squeak and break into laughter.

Janus held a finger up in warning for Roman, where Patton couldn’t see, and kept tickling until Patton was squirming and laughing wildly again, tears of mirth starting to form in the corners of his eyes. And then the finger went down, and Roman squeezed.

Patton jolted, seemingly stunned into a temporary silence. But then Roman squeezed a second time, and a wild squealing laugh tore out of him, as he tried to kick and squirm and get away.

Roman grinned evilly, squeezing away at that one tendon while Janus tickled Patton’s torso and Patton fell to pieces. Poor Patton really, truly couldn’t handle the tickles, shrieking in laughter and flinging himself around crazily. Tears tracked down his cheeks, and Roman watched carefully for a sign to stop.

It didn’t come nearly as soon as he would have thought, but finally there was that hissing sound followed by a shriek which was probably the best attempt at ‘Sanders’ Patton could give.

Both Lers stopped tickling, holding Patton in a loose hug while he caught his breath.

“Ihihi’ll tehell!” Patton said breathlessly.

“Shhh, I know you will,” Janus said softly. “Rest first. Catch your breath.”

So Patton slumped against Janus, breathing heavily.

Roman summoned some water for him, and rubbed soft, gentle circles on his shoulders and upper arms.

“Thank you,” Patton said after a while, handing the half empty bottle back. “It’s written on the bottom of the box.”

Roman, as the one not quite as actively cuddling Patton, went to look.

Whatever you did to make me tell you, do that but even more.

“You really were in a deep lee mood,” Janus purred. “Is that still what you want?”

Patton’s face was already so red he couldn’t blush much more, but he certainly look like he would be. “Mhmm. But maybe build up slower this time?”

“Anything for such a good lee as you, Patton,” Roman said, sitting in front of him again.

Patton grinned, lifting his arms for Janus to trap behind his head again.

And Janus’s earlier threat of keeping Patton for hours turned out to be something they all enjoyed very, very much.

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TickleTober Day 14: Light Tickles (Supernatural, Destiel)

Honoring a prompt from long ago.

Words: 820

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His competitor grinned victoriously down at him.

“Ha! I win.”

Castiel tilted his head, laying flat on the floor. “No, you don’t.”

Dean scowled. “Yes, I do. You’re pinned. I win.”

“The terms were that the first to surrender loses. I haven’t surrendered.”

“Well, then…” Dean fumbled for a moment before pressing his forearm more emphatically over Castiel’s sternum. “Surrender, or whatever.”

“Mm… no.”

“Surrender, or I’m not kissing you for a week.”

“Still no,” Castiel chuckled.

Dean looked absolutely scandalized. “What? Why?”

“Because you wouldn’t hold out for a week,” Castiel said.

Sputtering, Dean almost sat up away from him, but seemed to remember at the last moment that he needed to keep his advantage. He re-gripped his fist in Castiel’s shirt.

“How ’m I supposed to make you surrender, then? I thought the point was a clean match.”

“That was your assumption, not mine,” Castiel said easily. His one hand remained braced up by Dean’s collarbone, but the other let go of Dean’s arm in order to reach up and trace a gentle line down his side.

Dean arced above him, curving away from the touch. “That wasn’t an assumption, those were the rules.”

Castiel hummed consideringly and pivoted his line to skim across Dean’s lower stomach, where his shirt hung away from his body. He watched with a small smile as Dean bit his lip and tried not to squirm. Castiel may have been pinned to the floor, but he still had leverage of a sort, and he was going to use it.

“The rules were,” he said, “that the win goes to whoever can get the other to surrender completely.”

“Yeah, but–”

Dean’s reply broke with a huff of laughter when Castiel’s hand turned palm-up to softly tickle under his belly.

“Do you surrender?” Castiel asked.

“Pff, no!” scoffed Dean between puffs of breath. “You’re a… a goddamn che-hee-heat!”

More notable than Dean’s verbal protests were his actions – or rather, his lack of them. He kept his arm across Castiel’s chest, left his fist tangled in Castiel’s shirt, and, most uncharacteristically, didn’t try to retaliate. Dean’s inherent roguishness normally took every advantage, including but not limited to tickling Castiel at any opportunity, especially when provoked. The only times he didn’t were when Dean was feeling vulnerable. And sometimes, in a particular mood in a particular circumstance, Dean liked feeling vulnerable. He’d never said as much, of course, but Castiel rarely needed to be told things about Dean.

Showing his underbelly – quite literally – was vulnerable. One type of surrender that asked for another.

Castiel pivoted his hand in a slow arc, still soft, still tickling, crossing under Dean’s navel from one side of his stomach to the other and back again, a smile-shape drawn with wiggling fingertips. “Do you surrender?” he repeated fondly.

Dean was giggling now, hanging his head down with his hair nearly brushing Castiel’s chin even while his raised torso left plenty of space for the invasive hand. “N-no, that’s stupid…”

Smiling, Castiel lowered his other hand from bracing against Dean’s collarbone. He reached for Dean’s waist instead, cradled it between his hands like he would if they were standing close, tickled gently with ten loving fingers. Dean coughed out a laugh and squirmed. His forehead dropped onto his own forearm across Castiel’s chest. He bowed over Castiel’s body, twitching and wriggling and laughing softly. Castiel’s hands trekked up his ribs, full of care to dance across the most ticklish spots, and Castiel thought he might burst for how dear Dean was to him like this.

“Surrender,” he said, a demand brimming over with affection.

“Not gonna!” The response was one part petulant, one part giggly; both stubbornness and solicitation.

Of course Dean wasn’t going to surrender. His ego wouldn’t allow it, the same way it wouldn’t allow him to tell Castiel he liked how it felt when his body was gently touched and teased. Castiel could sense it in him, the suppressed enjoyment that trickled out between laughs, too embarrassing to voice but not enough to pull away from. Dean Winchester was shy in few things; Castiel could allow him this without too much teasing about it.

Castiel didn’t stop his tickling fingers. “Then I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

Dean collapsed slowly, in fits, like a burning building losing its support. His soft laughter brushed against Castiel’s shoulder as more of his body crumpled, his weight breaking down on Castiel and losing all semblance of a pinning hold to become instead a blanket of limbs. Castiel caressed his sides with fluttering touches and spidered his fingers up over Dean’s back until Dean was flush against him, chest to chest.

Castiel nuzzled his hair, wrapped arms around him, and continued to trace lines across Dean’s back that made him shiver and chuckle.

“A draw?” Castiel suggested with a smile.

Dean nodded into his neck and settled into him with a sigh.

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Day 23: Asking For It

TUA, Hargreeves. Words: 3,000

Prompt from @anasticklefics: I have this headcanon that the siblings didn’t experience much tickling as children and now have the most Extra reactions to it.

“Dude, you should put on some sunscreen,” Ben said, perched on a stone wall next to where Klaus was lounging in the sun. What was the point of the Academy having a rooftop garden if Klaus wasn’t going to use it for sunbathing?

Without looking Klaus held up his hand, palm-first. “I’m not taking skincare advice from a ghost. You haven’t had real skin in over a decade.”

Even without looking he could sense Ben rolling his eyes. “You know I’m right. Skin cancer kills, you can’t tell me you’re tougher than the sun.”

“If I’m not dead yet I don’t think the sun’s going to do it.”

“You’ve literally died multiple times.”

Klaus waved his ‘goodbye’ hand dismissively. “Semantics.” He settled into the grass, enjoying the sensation of the warm sunlight soaking into his skin, only to jerk upright when wiggling fingers skittered across his neck. “Hey!”

He caught a brief glimpse of Ben’s smirk before grabbing his brother by the shoulders and flipping them over, pinning Ben against the ground so Klaus could worm his hands beneath Ben’s hoodie.

“Klaus!” Ben squeaked, giggling as Klaus’ fingers spidered over his belly. “Stohohop!”

“You started it,” Klaus retorted, grinning as he moved up to Ben’s ribcage. Vague memories were returning to him of how Ben had also been ticklish as a kid – he’d been so sweet and gullible that tickling him was just so much fun. Apparently that hadn’t changed.

Ben clearly didn’t mind it too much, either – Klaus was under no illusions that his brother couldn’t just go incorporeal if he really wanted to get away. Instead Ben was just trying to wrestle Klaus off of him. “Stop tickling mehehehe!” he protested, squirming and laughing as Klaus’ fingers skittered across his ribs.

Klaus shrieked in surprise as Ben gave up on trying to push him away and instead dug his fingers into Klaus’ stomach, conveniently exposed by his crop top. “No fair!”

“Very fair! You tickled me first!”

“No, you tickled me first, asshole!” Klaus exclaimed, going boneless and flopping down on top of Ben. This had the unfortunate side effect of pinning Ben’s hands between his and Klaus’ stomachs, allowing him to easily continue tickling Klaus’ belly.

“Ugh, you’re heavy,” Ben complained. “I can’t breathe.”

“You’re such a drama queen. You’re a ghost, you don’t need to breathe!”

“Your sweat is dripping on my body and I want to die again!”

“It’s summer, it’s hot out,” Klaus whined, attempting to contort his body so he could tickle Ben’s armpits while evading his brother’s arms flailing against his stomach. “At least I’m not wearing any sunscreen, then I’d be getting that all over you t-aah!”

Ben wiggled his fingers into Klaus’ hips, distracting him enough that they rolled over, Ben planting his knees on top of Klaus’ thighs so he could continue with the sudden tickle attack. “You jeheheherk!” Klaus cried, laughing helplessly.

“Um… Klaus?” A confused voice came from behind them. Ben paused and Klaus peered around his brother’s shoulder to see Allison looking at them – well, him – with raised eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

If Klaus were one to get embarrassed easily, he might be more concerned by his current predicament. Thankfully, he had no shame.

Still, he could see how from Allison’s perspective it could look a bit strange to see him rolling around and trying to tickle the air. With a grin Ben moved aside, allowing Klaus to lurch to his feet and throw an arm around Allison’s neck. She looked slightly disgruntled – probably still sweaty, then.

“Just a teensy disagreement with Ben,” Klaus explained, tossing an arm in Ben’s general direction and sticking his tongue out when Ben teasingly wiggled his fingers in the air at Klaus.

Allison followed the direction of Klaus’ gaze and gave Ben a wave. Looking amused she asked, “Was he tickling you?”

“Yeah, he was. I was tickling him too, though! You know our Benny, just a ticklish little bean.”

In lieu of tickling Ben, who Allison couldn’t even see, Klaus playfully wiggled his fingers against the side of Allison’s neck. He was briefly alarmed by her loud, sudden squeal before a grin broke out across his face. “Looks like you’re ticklish too, huh?”

“Hehehehey!” Allison cried. She jerked her shoulder up to try to protect her neck, but Klaus simply reached under her chin to tickle the exposed skin there. Allison squealed and collapsed on the ground, curling up into a ball.

Klaus laughed and followed suit, kneeling next to Allison’s curled-up form. “Don’t you think you’re being a wee bit dramatic, o sister mine?” he asked, poking at her sides. Allison giggled and jerked her arms down, exposing her neck for Klaus to resume tickling. “I’m just tickling you.”

“But I’m reheheheally tihihicklish!” Allison laughed, letting out a loud shriek when Klaus managed to worm his hands beneath her arms and tickle her armpits. “Plehehehehease!”

“Please what?” Klaus teased. “Please tickle you? But I’m already doing that!”

“Nohohoho! Klaus!” Allison tried to curl up even tighter as Klaus’ finger jumped from her neck to her belly to her sides, tickling any exposed place he could see. “I heheheheard- a ruhuhu-”

“What did you hear? I didn’t catch that,” Klaus said, trying to infuse innocence and confusion into his tone. He was met by the sound of Allison’s loud cackling.

Still, he didn’t want to wear his sister out too much. With a final tickle to the back of her neck Klaus pulled away and quickly rolled to his feet. “You know, I think you could give Ben a run for his money when it comes to ticklish siblings!” he said cheerfully as residual giggles poured from Allison’s lips. “See you later, Ally!”

He rushed out of the garden, not wanting to wait around for Allison to regain her breath. He’d been on the receiving end of too many rumors as a kid to willingly subject himself to Allison’s idea of retribution. Which would be worth it, mind, considering how much fun it had been to tickle her.

Klaus hummed in thought as he made his way downstairs. Had he ever tickled Allison before now? He had to have at some point to know her weak spots, but not many instances of him and his siblings tickling each other came to mind. It wasn’t like the seven of them spent much time playing together as kids, what with a mere half an hour of free time a week. Training they did plenty of, but just playing? Not so much.

“I’ve got a brilliant thought,” Klaus announced, only remembering afterwards to see if Ben was listening to him. Good brother that he was, Ben was following Klaus down the stairs.

“Hide before Allison can enact brutal revenge?”

“Psh, no. No, what do you want to bet the rest of our siblings have equally hilarious reactions to being tickled?”

Ben looked amused. “Yeah, I bet they do. You know they’ll kill you though, right?”

“Only one way to find out!”

Klaus flounced into the living room, certain he’d find at least one of his siblings there. Sure enough, Vanya was curled up on the sofa with her nose buried in a book, though she looked up when she heard Klaus enter.

Sweet little Vanya was a pleasure to spend time with and Klaus was probably never going to stop hating the fact that they’d all ignored and dismissed her for decades, but he could at least keep trying to make up for it. With a wide smile, Klaus flung himself onto the sofa.

He landed partially on top of Vanya who smiled back while wrinkling her nose. “Hi Klaus. Can you get off of me? You’re a bit, um-”

“Damp?” Klaus suggested, delighting in Vanya’s clear dismay at the term. He scooted a bit to the side to give his sister some space. “Yes, well, it’s a lovely day out, and I was up on the roof. Onto a completely different topic, are you ticklish?”

“Am I- what?” Vanya looked completely nonplussed.

“Silly question, everyone’s ticklish! The question is where,” Klaus mused. “Maybe here?” He reached over and tickled the bottom of her bare foot, resting between them on the sofa.

When he looked up, he could barely contain laughter at the expression on Vanya’s face. She looked utterly bemused like she couldn’t understand what was happening. Klaus ran a finger down the bottom of her foot, and she let out a soft, squeaky giggle, automatically pulling her feet away but not quite out of reach.

“Feet, check.” Klaus stated. “What about your toes?” He wiggled his fingers beneath them and Vanya snorted, a blush starting to spread across her cheeks as her giggling grew louder.

“Klaus, wait!” Vanya protested, pulling her feet closer to her body in an attempt to hide them. Her side was left wide open however, and Klaus took advantage by giving it a series of rapid pokes before his fingers wandered to her stomach.

A sharp ‘crack’ broke through the sound of Vanya’s laughter and Klaus jerked back on instinct before peering around his sister to look at the lamp sitting on the table next to the sofa, which now had a noticeable crack running through its glass base.

For a moment there was utter silence before Klaus started giggling. Vanya followed suit, though her cheeks were still flushed and she looked embarrassed. “I’m sor-”

“Don’t worry about it, sis.” Klaus said, dismissing her apology. It figured that a tickle attack could be a bit much for someone still getting used to their powers.

“I think my stomach’s really ticklish,” Vanya muttered sheepishly.

Klaus laughed. “No kidding. Seriously, don’t worry about it. Still, I think that’s my cue to go.” He patted Vanya on the head and blew her a kiss as he left the living room, only to immediately run into Luther in the hallway.

“Is everything okay? I thought I heard something break.”

“Nothing to worry about, dear brother!” Klaus said, looking up at his largest sibling. Klaus was relatively certain that Luther’s ears were extremely ticklish, but the man was simply too tall for Klaus to reach up there. Instead, he decided to aim for a lower target.

As soon as Klaus squeezed Luther’s knees through the fabric of his jeans, Luther jolted away and landed on the floor, looking bewildered as he stared up at Klaus, who was trying not to die laughing. “Klaus! What the hell was that for?”

“Your face!” Klaus gasped, wiping away tears. “You just fell on your ass Luther, oh my god.”

“Well I wasn’t expecting you to attack me!”

“I wasn’t attacking you, I was tickling you.”

“Oh, uh, but. I’m not. Ticklish?”

“Really?” Klaus raised an eyebrow as Luther tried and utterly failed to look sincere. “Not even a little, teensy bit?” He stepped closer, eyeing his brother for signs of genuine discomfort; seeing none he decided to take advantage of Luther’s current position.

“H-Hey!” Luther exclaimed, flinching away when Klaus wiggled his fingers over Luther’s neck, just beneath his ear. “Klaus!”

“I think you are ticklish,” Klaus declared. He grinned as he was rewarded with Luther’s laughter – a nice sound given how rare it was.

Luther was avoiding pushing Klaus away, instead scrunching up his shoulder in an attempt to protect his neck and ears. “Fine, I’m ticklish! Happy?”

“Very,” Klaus confirmed. Beside him, Ben was looking amused as Luther picked himself up off the floor. “See, I told you this was a good idea.”

Luther looked up, realized Klaus wasn’t talking to him, and rolled his eyes before walking off.

Ben raised an eyebrow but kept up with Klaus as he went off in search of his two missing siblings. “I’ll give you the reaction hasn’t been bad so far, but that’s because you’ve been avoiding our two stabbiest brothers.”

“I haven’t been avoiding them! I’ve been intentionally saving them for last.” Although he could admit Ben might not be wrong about the stabbing. “And Diego wouldn’t stab me. Probably.”

“I notice you can’t say the same for Five.”

Klaus rapped his knuckles on the closed door of Diego’s bedroom, ignoring Ben’s raised eyebrows. He did have manners. “Diegooooo. Can I come in?”

At Diego’s affirmative-if-less-than-enthusiastic “sure,” Klaus swung open the door and crossed the short distance to the bed Diego was lying on and flopped down next to him. Diego groaned loudly when Klaus landed partially on top of him, though Klaus could see a small smile playing at his brother’s lips. “This bed isn’t big enough for both of us.”

“This bed is barely big enough for you,” Klaus countered, wiggling around until they were lying semi-comfortably side-by-side, squished together so neither would fall onto the floor. “Get a new one.”

“I’ll work on it. What do you want?”

“Can’t I just want to spend time with my favorite brother, who isn’t holding any knives at the moment?”

Diego eyed him suspiciously. “Should I be holding a knife right now?”

“No, no,” Klaus responded hastily. “Unfortunately, that would greatly impede my ability to do this.” He reached over and brushed his fingers underneath the hem of Diego’s shirt, kneading at the tops of his hip bones.

Diego screeched loudly; Klaus jolted in surprise before a grin spread over his face and he spidered his fingers upward to tickle Digeo’s belly. Out of the corner of his eye Klaus saw Ben doubling over with laughter in the corner at their brother’s extreme reaction. “Ticklish, Diego?”

“Nohohoho! I’m nohohot!” Diego insisted, his protests at total odds with the loud laughter pouring from his mouth. “Stohohohop!”

“I don’t know, I think I’m having too much fun to stop,” Klaus replied. His hands wandered further up beneath Diego’s shirt until he located Diego’s belly button; Klaus wormed a finger inside, eliciting another loud shriek of laughter from Diego. Biting back his own laugher, Klaus teased, “You’re just soooo ticklish.”

“Sh-shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohohot!”

Klaus’s finger wiggled deeper into Diego’s belly button, poking at the sensitive bottom. “Nohohoho!” Diego begged, pushing at Klaus’ hands. In the process of shoving Klaus away Diego lost balance and fell off the side of the too-small bed with a loud ‘thump.’

Klaus giggled and peeked over the edge of the bed, where Diego was lying on the floor with an intriguing expression of mixed aggravation and relief, holding an arm protectively over his stomach. “Oops. Sorry?”

A loud ‘pop’ quickly drew Klaus’ attention away from Diego and to the other side of the bed, where Five had appeared in front of the door. “What is all the racket about?” Five groused, raising an eyebrow as Diego clambered up from the floor.

“Nothing,” Klaus said, trying to maintain an innocent expression. Diego shot him an exasperated glance and Five narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

Realizing that he might not get a better opportunity to catch his youngest-oldest brother off-guard, Klaus quickly reached out and poked Five’s stomach through his sweater. There was no reaction, other than Five giving Klaus one of his patented “my family is so weird, I don’t understand you” glares.

Klaus glanced over the ridiculous school uniform that Five was still content wearing and zeroed in on one of the only places that wasn’t covered by clothing, and reached out and squeezed Five’s knee. If Klaus hadn’t been paying such close attention to Five’s reactions, he might’ve missed the way Five froze for a brief moment. Klaus squeezed Five’s knee again and Five giggled quietly before disappearing from the room with a loud ‘pop.’

“I don’t know what I’m more surprised by,” Ben mused from the corner. “That Five didn’t kill you, or that he’s actually ticklish.”

Klaus slid off of Diego’s bed. “Don’t be ridiculous mon frère, everyone’s ticklish.”

Following Klaus’ gaze, Diego waved at Ben, then turned to Klaus. “Is there any particular reason you decided to t-tickle me?” Diego asked, his cheeks flushing as he stumbled over the word.

Before Klaus could respond, two sets of footsteps signaled Vanya and Five’s arrival. “Apparently he’s been tickling everyone?” Vanya said, looking amused as she glanced between Klaus, Diego, and Five, who had a smirk that immediately put Klaus on edge.

“And that means there’s only one person in this family who hasn’t been tickled today,” Five declared, taking a predatory step towards Klaus, who moved backward in response. The backs of Klaus’ legs hit the bed and Diego reached over to pull him down onto the mattress.

Klaus looked at his three siblings leaning over him, all with grins of varying degrees on their faces. “I don’t know if this is necessary-” he hedged, trying to hold back a smile at what he knew was coming.

“Oh, it definitely is,” Diego declared.

Klaus couldn’t prevent the giggles from pouring out of his lips as Diego’s fingers wiggled across his stomach. At the same time Vanya poked Klaus’ side, her hesitant touches growing more confident at his resulting laughter. Klaus squirmed although he didn’t quite fight back, enjoying both the pleasant sensations and the experience of spending time with his siblings without anyone fighting. Still… “Thahahat tihihickles!”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Vanya teased, her fingers spidering over his sides and up to his ribs.

“I’ll go get Luther and Allison,” Five announced.

“Nohohoho!” Klaus giggled, hearing a loud ‘pop’ as Five disappeared from the room. A new touch joined Diego and Vanya’s poking at Klaus’ exposed neck and he twisted his head around to see Ben looming over him with a grin. “Behehehen! How could you betrahahay me like thihihihis?”

Ben rolled his eyes. “Come on, you were totally asking for this.”

“I wahahahasn’t!” Klaus protested. Though Vanya and Diego couldn’t hear half the argument, they both had matching grins at the knowledge that Ben was ganging up on Klaus as well.

“Ben’s on our side, isn’t he?” Diego guessed. “Sorry bro, you don’t have anyone to blame for this but yourself – we deserve some payback.” Well, alright, Klaus could understand that…

“Oh, Klaus, you’re ticklish too?” Luther teased in a rare moment of playfulness as the rest of Klaus’ sibling made their way to Diego’s bedroom. “That’s great!”

… Even if Klaus didn’t know how he’d survive all six of his siblings ganging up on him.

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TickleTober Day 8: Interrogation

Summary: The dark sides have been planning something big for their big holiday coming up. The light sides can’t handle the anticipation and intervene. 

Note: Tickle fic! Lee Virgil, Remus and Deceit. Ler Logan and Patton. No clue why I excluded Roman but here I am! I’m really happy with this one! 

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“Now. This can be really simple. We just want a few questions answered. That’s understandable. We’ve been very confused due to your changes in behaviour. We would be very grateful if you just simply told us.” Logan tilted his head and kept his body language open. 

“Screw this! Right! You’re all tied up right now. Can't move. Can’t hide. Can’t do anything. Doesn’t matter if you tell us anything. We can keep you all here all day.” Patton harshly clapped his hands. Pacing around the bed while side eyeing the three dark sides tied to the bed. His face strained into a harsh neutral expression. Utterly completely totally unaffected by the three wobbly smiles and tiny giggles from the three typically serious dark sides. 

“We’re not saying anything! Torture us all you want! We’ll never talk!” Remus wailed. But Patton immediately saw an entirely different story. He wouldn’t make any eye contact and his smile refused to dim. 

“Hey! We’re all reasonable here! We just want to know what you lot are all planning? A simple question! We don’t need this... senseless violence.” Logan held his hands up to Patton. 

“No...” Virgil muttered while still trying and failing to hide his face in his arms. He had already seen this routine. 

The light sides had attacked with no warning. All the dark sides were lured into the commons room by the amazing smell of lunch but the next thing they knew, they were tied down onto a plush bed. All of them tied with their arms above their heads and their feet tied to the end of the bed. Each of their feet tied to the neighbour’s. Virgil was sat in the middle with looser restraints than the others but that didn’t stop the fact that his left foot was tied to Remus’ foot and his right with Janus. His most ticklish spot still bound completely at their mercy. 

“We’re not getting answers!” Patton cried out and threw his arms up. Making the most of having his back turned from them so he could smile in excitement. 

“We’re reasonable! I’m sure they’ll tell us if we explain our confusion and worry..”

“No. We grab the weakest. Virgil will be the most... vulnerable to our... techniques but Remus is most likely to spill their secrets without realising. But Jan is definitely the head of operations. Meaning...” Patton slowly turned around. His face carefully set in a peering gaze. 

“We should just grab Remus first!” 

Lurching forward, Patton launched his claw attack at Remus’ armpits first. Not a very ticklish spot but enough to get him laughing. The surprise and the set up for this attack was all too much for his already weak defences. “AAAAAAAAAAAH! AHaAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! HAHA!” Remus stood no chance. 

“You got anything to say now?” Patton growled.

“Now now Patton. Patience is key!” Logan laughed in the middle, almost shaking his head at how ridiculous all these dramatics were. He smoothed his hands over Remus’ armpits like he was trying to stop Patton. But he made sure that his ‘uncertain’ movements tickled in of itself. “He’s just too ticklish to go all out once for.”

“Hahahaaaaa! Hu... hahahaaAAAHaha! Oh come on! Hehehhahaaaaa! Logan! You’re ti- hahhahahaa tick- hahaAAAHAHAA. TICKLING ME!” Remus shook his head already knowing he’s been defeated. 

Janus knew this tactic. He knew it well. Once Remus got talking while being tickled, he couldn’t stop. He’d ramble about anything. But they were one step ahead. They had a plan B for Remus if he was targeted but... now in the moment. Janus was grimacing already knowing that Remus would resort to the plan B instantly, he’s always been weak for tickles.  

“GEHE- GET JANUS! He’s hahhaHAHAHAA head of it all! Hahaha! HA! HA! Get his hhahahaaaaaa his tummy! He’s extraragaahahahaha! Extra ticklish there! PAHAHAATTON! You love tickling him!” 

Welp… there it is. At least he had the decency to give away a less ticklish spot. 

“Oh yeah? So now all of a sudden you want to talk! Selling out your friend? Logan?” Patton tilted his head and Logan immediately took over from him. Skittering his fingers across Remus’ armpits. Making sure to give him light tickles to change from Patton’s brutal digging. Just some light feathery tickles to keep Remus talking. Patton jumped excitedly over Virgil to blow a raspberry against Janus’ ticklish tummy. 

“NOOHOHOHOHOHHHOOOOO! HAHAAH HEHE!” Janus tried to lash out but he only succeeded in jostling Virgil who was looking more and more nervous and getting increasingly giggly. 

“You want to talk? Say anything to Remus,” Patton tried to lure out more information. Before diving in and delivering plenty of more raspberries, obviously. 

“HAHAHAAAAAA! DON’T YOU HAHAHA DAAAARE!” Remus squealed, somehow laughing harder at Logan’s gentle tickles. 

“Hohohaha oaaahhhaha! We’ve hohhhohohho not done AAAOHOHOHHAHAO anything!” Janus finally stammered out. Patton let a peaceful smile finally uncurl. 

He always loved Janus’ laugh. It sounded like an evil villain’s laugh as he revealed his grand plans. Chesty laughs that sounded like they were almost punched from him. Like he hadn’t laughed in years and it sounded fake and theatrical but it was completely real. It went just so nicely with Remus’ frantic squeals, cackles (that was the only way to describe his laugh) and shrieks. 

But that means that there was someone’s laugh missing. 

“We just want to help you out! I don’t want to see you tickle tickle tickle tortured for the rest of the evening. Virgil is most likely to spill what you’ve planned. If you tell me how to tickle him-” Logan soothed.

“NO! Don’t you dare Remus!” Virgil shrieked. 

“If you tell me how to tickle him then this could be over quicker... We can help each other out!”

Remus managed to hold it together for a grand total of ten seconds before he sent a desperate look to Janus before crying out “SIDES! SIDES! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAA! HA! Sides and hahaAAHAHAA spreading out fingers thing...” 

“No! No!” Janus cried and lifted his head up. 

Both Logan and Patton completely broke character at hearing Janus’ shout. He blushed bright red at the sudden attention but continued on.

“No, don’t tickle him! Uh, what about my knees? Patton you l-love ti… tickling my knees! I just can’t stand it... your tickles.”

It was the most suspicious thing ever. Clearly they knew Virgil wouldn’t stand a chance. So if they were true interrogators then surely they would instantly set their targets on Virgil.

But...

Janus never ever asked for tickles. So... well who would they be if they didn’t tickle someone who was asking! 

“AAAAAH! HA! HA! HA! HA!” Janus bellowed out his sharp distinct laugh as Logan and Patton took a knee each. Patton desperately scrambling all over while Logan took carefully planned out squeezes. Remus laughed at him while Virgil was dying from his blush from nearly being tickled. 

“Aw! You want some tickles huh? Lots of tickles all over your cute tickly knees!” 

“Patton...”

“You just knew I can’t resist tickling your knees, cutie! They’re just so so so ticklish! I could tickle them for years!”

“Pat.”

“Since you asked so nicely, saving Virgil and everything, you deserve all the tickles! All of them! Tickles all over your legs for the good cute giggly snake boy!” 

“Patton! Good cop, bad cop...” 

“...Oh yeah! Uhm.... This is what you get! You deserve these tickles for annoying me so much! No more sass young man!” 

Logan smirked as he saw Remus finally catch his breath and Virgil loosened up. He kept his eyes on the knee he was tickling but just as the laugh was getting more strained and the gasps getting harder, he flung himself to Virgil. 

“AH!” Virgil squeaked before remembering to clamp his mouth shut.

“I’m on your side here,” Logan said as he Virgil squirmed underneath him and sent pleading glances to Remus. He wasn’t even tickling him yet. Just sitting there. “You could just tell me now. I’d understand! What are you planning?”

“Hehe...” Virgil just giggled while burrowing away in his arms. 

“Oh tough guy are we?” Patton shouted over Janus’ laughter and skittered his fingers across Virgil’s foot. Only a brief skitter. But Virgil burst into laughter! Oh he was this keyed up already! 

“NOHOHOHOOO! KEHEEP TIHICKLING ME! HOHOHEHAHA!” Janus managed to spit out.

“Wait! I uh I’ve got an itch on my foot! Logan do you mind tickling it for me?” Remus and Janus practically yelled over each other. But it was too late, Virgil had already spoken. But also, Logan already had a plan in motion.

“Hah... no problem Remus...” Logan grinned. He kept his eyes focused on Virgil and then reached out to tickle Remus’ foot, sending him into giggles, and then spidered his other hand on Virgil’s tummy. Virgil squeaked but used all his strength to hide just how much that tickled. 

“Neh! Hehee! No! Focuhuihihihehehe! Focus on me!” Remus shrieked, the giggles slipping out without any problem. Logan didn’t react other than his hand pausing before just tracing a finger along the ball of his foot. A single finger. Scribbling from one side to the other. A tiny tickle so he could now focus on amping up Virgil’s tickling.

“VIHI VIRGIL!” Janus shouted, he could already see the tell tale signs of Virgil giving in. Yes, he wasn’t laughing yet but the blush and frantic squirming spoke a completely different story. 

“Virgil? Please, I just want to understand! Just one detail, that’s all I’m asking for. Then you can be free! Otherwise, I’d have to give you up to Patton. You don’t want that, surely?” 

“Pfthahahaahaaaaaa! Aaaaaaah! Logan!” 

Patton looked up at his name but his determined frown took over. Oh, so Logan was expecting Virgil to break first... Well, the rare competitive side of Patton instantly broke free. 

Janus was bright red now for a different reason. There was only so much he could be tickled before even he had to give in. He wasn’t bothering to hide his face anymore. Just laying back with his head thrown back. He looked like he was relishing in the tickles. “HA! HA! HA!” 

“Huh, Logan’s after the info. I forgot that’s what I’m supposed to be doing.” 

“NOOOOO HOHOHHAAAA!” 

“Seeing you being tortured, makes me want to keep you here forever. Even if you tell me what you’re planning, I’m still going to get your feet. So funny that a snake’s favourite ticklish spot is his legs huh!”

“WE’RE PLANNING A HALLOWEEN PARTY ON THE 30TH!” Janus no longer cared. He huffed desperately before continuing, scared that Patton wouldn’t be satisfied, “We were going to jump scare you all, that’s why it was on the 30th as you would all expect the 31st. I was going dressed as Logan, Remus as Roman and Virgil was going dressed as you. It was Remus’ idea!” 

“Hey!” It was at this point that Janus realised that literally everything had stopped. Remus’ bubbling giggles, Virgil’s snorting huffs, Logan’s baby talk and Patton was sitting completely still. With a huge smile!

“Janus what was that!” Virgil gasped.

They hadn’t created a plan to stop Janus from breaking because he never ever he broke by tickling. Janus was just too strong and could deal with tickles so much better than anyone else. Well, he used to be able to deal with any tickles. They had plans for Virgil and Remus! But no! Janus just had to sit there and be the focus of all the tickles! 

Patton sat there for another silent moment before giving himself a high five and wooping loudly.

“HAH! I knew I could break Janus! No one else could, but I knew I could if I gave it an honest go. Yes! Quick go tell Roman!”