#tickling fic

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The best medicine🫂

"You need to relax kid. There's only so much stress a person can take before they explode, like pop."

Derek explained, his voice soft but his words playful. He'd always known Reid was a perfectionist but there was absolutely nothing he could add to the case files that would complete them anymore than he'd already done. Spencer always found the cases with children the most emotionally demanding, especially when it was all out of their control. Even a genius with an eidetic memory couldn't fix what had been done in this particular case.

"Actually experiencing a moderate amount of stress is normal and can even be beneficial, as it can help motivate and focus attention. Anyway, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle. Now stop distracting me and let me get back to my paperwork."

Spencer rolls his eyes, his mind engulfed in the case. He sips his 4th cup of coffee from that day, making a face when he tastes the bitter liquid, remembering he'd used the last of the sugar several hours prior. Reid sticks his head back into the case files, scanning over each words at an alarming rate. All of his focus is transfixed on the information in front of him, so much so that he doesn't sense Morgan sneaking up behind him. Gripping him into a bear hug from behind, trapping him against the back of his chair.

He sneaks his fingers, poising them strategically on Spence's sides, steadying them firm against his shirt-clad skin.

"What- Morgan! What on earth are you doing?"

Spencer splutters out, his voice breathy and full of confusion. He struggles against Derek's arms uselessly; whilst he's a genius, there's no way to overpower him with intellect when Morgan has him pinned.

"I told you. You need to relax, pretty boy. But don't you worry, I'm here to help you."

Morgan's smirk is audible, spinning Spencer's chair to face him, he chuckles as he looks Spencer up and down. Reid's face is flushed, a sweet blush that perfectly compliments his cheeks. Looking like a lost lamb, he glances at Derek as his heart starts to beat faster from the cheeky look in his eye.

"Ah, yes because the pinnacle of relaxation is being stuck to my chair. Of course, my foolishness."

Spencer snaps back, matching Morgan's playfulness.

"Just wait Dr Reid, you're gonna be so relaxed that you're not gonna know what's hit you. Now I'm gonna touch you, is that okay?"

Reid nods shyly, unsure of how the situation is going to play out.

"You're safe with me, remember that. Now, I'm gonna need you to laugh for me."

Morgan teases, Reid's demeanor still confused and slightly fearful but when he lets out the breath he's been holding this entire time Derek knows he's okay.

"Laugh for you? What do you-"

Spencer shrieks under his fingers, they poke and prod in the spaces between his ribs. Scratching at all the clothed skin he could reach, smiling down at the snickering genius.

"No! Stop!-"

He begs, throwing his head back and allowing himself to laugh openly. Mentally begging that Morgan doesn't find his sweet spot, he could handle being tickled on his ribs for a while, but his under arms? That's a different story.

Derek traces his fingers over the thin shirt, traveling down to his sides and scribbling his nails over his belly.

"Aww, look at you! Pretty boy can't think when he's getting tickled huh?"

He teases with a singsong tone to his voice, holding Reid in place as much as he can as he writhes in his grip.

"Morgan! Stop!"

Reid begs, letting out a snort of laughter. Derek coos, filling the air with aww's. Spencer pulls at his arms, desperately trying to clamp them to his sides to protect himself from the ticklish onslaught.

He swallows hard and makes a strangled noise, almost like it was stuck in his throat. Derek's fingers squeeze up his sides, reaching his armpits.

"No! Anywhere but there!"

Spencer squeaks a high-pitched noise, trying to swivel the chair around to knock Morgan's balance. His co-worker winks, a shit eating grin rising his lips up into a smile, his dimples deepen and becoming more prominent.

"Oh bad spot huh? Don't worry, it's not gonna hurt, it'll just tickle."

Morgan lets out a laugh of his own as he swirls one finger in each underarm. Practically sitting on Reid's lap, restraining him more as he leans over him. Spencer bucks his hips frantically, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Refusing to look Derek in the eye as he bellows out his demands for him to stop. His demands are only met with a smirk and fingers digging under his arms, searching for the most sensitive spots. When he notices Spence wheeze, gasping for air, his fingers still and remove from his underarms. Derek's hands find Reid's hair, petting it softly, running them through the strands soothingly.

"Breathe kid. It's okay, I got you."

Morgan whispers into his ear as Spencer lets residual giggles spill from his lips.

"You- you are so mean."

Spencer pants, eventually catching his breath and chuckling at his own comment.

"Maybe a little, but you don't seem as stressed now. I'm right aren't I?"

"Well there is such thing as tickle therapy, Tickling therapy releases endorphins into the body, known as the happy hormone, this has an undoubted effect on relieving stress and improving health. But the ancient Romans actually used tickling as a method of torture."

Reid rambles, grateful to be able to speak without being cut off by his own laughter. Morgan smiles down at him once more, happily looking at his best friend. His hair is messy and he's a little sweaty, but his smile is beaming from ear to ear.

"Is that so Dr? You know I'm here to give you 'therapy' whenever you need it pretty boy."

Derek ruffles Reid's hair playfully, rough-housing with him once more. Spence would never admit it, but despite his aversion of touch over his phobia of germs, he loved these moments with his brother.

[ticklishraspberries]

Stubborn (Achilles/Patroclus)

Summary: Achilles has always been stubborn and prideful. Patroclus sees an opportunity to make the best of the Greeks give in, and takes it happily. (I just re-read this book the other day and was struck with the urge to write a fic for it. I know I haven't written in a while, and I haven't written for this fandom in years, so please be gentle, lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!)

Achilles is stubborn.

Patroclus knows this, has always known this, because he has never known Achilles to be anything but stubborn. For a child with such a weight on his shoulders, a prophecy on his head, the blood of the gods running through his veins — well, who can blame him?

If Achilles sets his mind to something, he will do it. Whether that be mastering the use of a spear, juggling figs, playing the lyre, or breaking through all of Patroclus’s walls, Achilles will do it, can do it.

It’s normally a positive trait, that determination. But in a young boy, it can get annoying quite fast. And Patroclus never usually finds Achilles annoying: He’s in awe of him, smitten by him, happily attached to his hip. But Patroclus is only human, after all, and there is only so much teasing one boy can take before he has to seek some sort of revenge.

Achilles has known that Patroclus is ticklish for years, one of the early discoveries that had brought them closer together. However, in all that time, Patroclus has never gotten the upper hand on Achilles, which is just entirely unfair.

“I’m not ticklish,” Achilles had said. It was a sunny afternoon on the grounds of his father’s palace. “I never have been, even when I was small.”

Patroclus bites back the urge to argue that he is still quite small. “Everyone says they aren’t ticklish, to stop others from trying.”

“You didn’t lie,” Achilles replied with a smirk.

Patroclus felt his face flush. “I knew you would try anyway. Lying would have done me no good.”

“I guess that’s true. Well, you don’t have to bother trying. I’ll just get you back twice as bad.”

What should have been a threat had not deterred him in the slightest, though, and Patroclus had tears of mirth streaked down his face within minutes.

It didn’t stop him from trying again, but Achilles was always one step ahead. He always saw it coming, and always grabbed at the offending hands before they even made contact, and smirked before pinning Patroclus to the grass or the mattress and tickling him half to tears for daring to try and tickle the best of the Greeks.

However, here, in Chiron’s cave, the morning is quiet and still. The centaur is off fetching something to fix a meal, and Achilles is asleep beside Patroclus, unclothed and lying in a particularly vulnerable position, one arm tucked beneath his head of golden hair. Patroclus isn’t sure what compels him to do it then, to ruin the peaceful moment, or why tickling Achilles is even at the forefront of his mind: They’re older now, and this is surely something childish, but the chance to startle a laugh from the other boy has never felt stronger.

Patroclus cuddles close to his side, stroking the hair from his face. Achilles barely stirs, only gives a pleasant hum in his sleep. It’s probably cruel to pull him from such a peaceful slumber, but he doesn’t care. How many mornings had Achilles jumped onto his bed at sunrise, pushing bony knees into his sides and shaking his shoulders, pressing their faces close and loudly announcing the break of a new day?

Maybe Achilles deserves a morning of ruined rest, too.

Patroclus doesn’t quite know where to start. In the past, he’s always tried the obvious places: Stomach, sides, feet. Achilles has never reacted in the expected ways, never cracking a smile or squirming away. Perhaps there’s another spot he can try?

His hand still lingers by Achilles’ face, and he brings it slowly towards his collarbone, his touch featherlight as it traces the curve there before moving up to stroke the side of his neck.

He’s surprised when Achilles twitches in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his shoulder shrugging upwards. This only encourages him further, bringing his other hand to Achilles’ ribs and repeating the same motion.

Achilles makes a noise somewhere between a giggle and a groan as he seems to slowly awaken, his arms lazily moving to push at Patroclus. He rolls over onto his side and tugs the sheet, trying to cover his body, but Patroclus pushes it away and scoots closer, throwing an arm over his waist and pulling his back flush against his own chest.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish,” he mutters in Achilles’ ear, making sure his lips brush against the shell of it.

Achilles shivers. “No one but you has ever really tried.”

“So, you admit it then? You are ticklish?” Patroclus asks, grinning. He’s tickling his belly with both hands now, hugging him around his middle so he can’t squirm away. Even with all his strength and stamina, Achilles is still tired and caught off guard, and his body is weak to resist as the soft laughter comes in waves.

Still, he says, “I don’t admit anything.” The sentence carries much less weight when it’s said between laughs, though.

Patroclus shouldn’t be surprised by this. Like he’s said, Achilles is stubborn. For someone who says he hates to lie, he omits the truth and dances around topics like this, to uphold both his integrity and his dignity. It’s quite endearing to watch, honestly.

Patroclus chuckles. “Of course you don’t,” he says.

In an obvious attempt to distract him from the tickling, Achilles flips over and presses their lips together, and Patroclus can’t help but kiss back. However, he’s not going to give in so easily.

He runs his fingers along Achilles’ lower back, up his spine, over his shoulder blades, the touch light and teasing, and he feels goosebumps rising over the skin. While soft touches like this usually tickle Patroclus, he knows Achilles will find them soothing, even sensual. Luring him into a false sense of security will help him regain that element of surprise.

It’s funny, how strategically Patroclus is thinking about something so obsolete. He plans like a war general whose enemy is the ego of his lover, and his attack is to send a fleet of tickling fingers to his weakest spots.

As they kiss, Patroclus grabs onto Achilles’ sides and squeezes them roughly, and a startled laugh falls from the half-god’s lips, his body shrinking away.

“Admit that you’re ticklish,” Patroclus says in a voice so unlike his usual tone, deeper and more commanding. There’s still plenty of mischief dancing behind it, though.

“Never,” Achilles grits out.

“Then I’ll never stop,” he replies. He figures there are worse things to fill his days with. Touching Achilles, hearing his laughter. It would be a quite fulfilling existence if you asked him.

He explores bits of sensitive flesh, but no spot seems to get a greater reaction than the crease where his thighs meet the sacred place between his legs. Pressing the pads of his fingers there actually makes Achilles whimper, and the sound is dizzying.

“Okay, okay,” he finally pants. “I’m ticklish!”

Patroclus stops instantly, rewarding Achilles for his good behavior. He presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, pushes back that golden hair once again.

“That’s what I thought.”

Breathless but smiling helplessly, Achilles nudges him in the ribs with his elbow. It’s rare to see him admit defeat, but it’s a beautiful sight. His flushed skin, his laughter lines.

Stubborn is an accurate way to describe Achilles, yes, but Patroclus will always mention his beauty first. Heroes are usually remembered for their fatal flaw, but Patroclus will always know him for the good things: The golden hair that cascades down his back like a waterfall. His determination, his resilience, his kindness. His laughter. The fact that even with godly blood in his veins, Achilles is just a boy, who juggles figs and is ticklish.

This, and this, and this. The good, the beautiful things.

[guppygiggles]

Pale Blue

What: Sleepy tickles, body positivity, fluff.

Word count: 1.2k

Universe: Canon

Who: Casper and Avery

Description: It feels weird to formalize this because it's so short, but I desperately needed to write something for comfort. This is a little messy, but... so are my feelings right now, so at least it's honest. Please forgive any typos or formatting mistakes. 💙

The humidifier whispered at our bedside as I laid in big-spoon position against Avery's back, the ice crystals inside his head reflecting our nightlight in tiny flashes.

With my arm resting on his ribcage, I studied the rhythm of his breathing, trying to figure out if he was still awake. We'd been in bed for around an hour according to my phone, which I'd just checked for the eighth time. I couldn't stop thinking about the audit in which I was mired at work, plus, my shoulder hurt from poor posture all week. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. 

I rolled over, nuzzling my head into my pillow to try and get comfortable. To my surprise, Avery rolled with me, his long arms wrapping securely around my body. He enveloped me like an oversized beanbag – when I spooned him, I was more like his backpack. Avery sometimes rolled over in his sleep, but as I felt his hand move with intelligence against my hip, I spoke into the dark. 

“Are you awake…?”

“Mm… no.” He did sound sleepy. That cool palm slid up my body and under the hem of my t-shirt.

I exhaled slowly. “Good, you're not supposed to be.” 

“I could say the same to you.”  

His fingers traced down my bare tummy. I flinched. 

“Why are you so tense~?” He asked. 

“Aheh…” 

“Relax your belly.” 

I whimpered. 

“Casper, relax for me~” 

I bit my lip, but did as instructed, releasing my stomach muscles with a shaky exhale. As the pudge of my belly expanded into his palm, he gently grabbed at it. 

“Mm, there we go~ I love how soft you are, here…”

My legs twisted as I turned my face into the pillow, muffling giggles into it as he fondled and teased my vulnerable tummy. My hands knew better than to interfere with this ticklish evaluation.

“A-Ahavery…” 

“Yesss~?” 

I could hear his smile. I squirmed against the cool softness of his body. 

“That…!” 

“Mhmmm~?” 

I tensed again, my muscles knitting together. This was met with a punishing fingertip wiggling into my navel. 

“Ah, ah~ You know better. Do I need to get mean~?”

“P-pleahease…” My ears burned. 

“Please…? You want me to get mean?” 

Oh, no. 

“No, no wahahait-!” 

“Well, who am I to turn down such an invitation?” 

His curious fingertips turned into a plush claw as all five digits dug into my belly. My bubbling giggles turned into a geyser of laughter I had no hope of holding back. 

“WAAAhahahaha!” My legs kicked, toes curling in futility. 

“If you won't relax your belly for me… I want you to at least complete your thought from earlier, please… Tell me what this does to you.”

Avery's politeness made the demand twice as scary. I grabbed a fistful of blanket; anything to help me resist grabbing his hand. I knew what was down that road. 

“I c-cahahahan’t!” I whined as he continued to wiggle his fingers into me, exciting all those wickedly sensitive nerves. I could barely hear his voice beneath my laughter; low, controlled. Amused. 

“You know how much meaner I could be than this~ Is that what you want?”

“Nohohoho!” His hand scampered across my tummy, lightly skittering to a new spot and then digging in again, with random breaks to gently pinch my side or hip. With every attempt to roll onto my stomach, he simply pulled me back with his gentle strength. I could feel the restrained power behind that touch; hands that could easily unrest a tree from the earth handled my human body like a priceless Fabergé egg. 

“Tell me, then…” 

His index finger found the crease at the top of my thigh, pressing it like a child presses a streetlight button when there's an ice cream parlor across the street and five dollars in his hand. My reaction was explosive. 

“WAAHAHAHAHAA! OKAHAHAY! OKAHHAHAY~!” 

The handful of blanket was damp with the sweat of my palm as the tweaking stopped. A pause heavy with expectation fell over us. 

“Well…?” 

“It… it…” My blush was so hot, I was sure Avery could see it in the dark. 

He chuckled against my back, placing a cool, refreshing kiss on the back of my neck. I wanted more… I wanted them all over. 

“Sing for me, dewdrop…” 

A single tweak into that crease made me jolt and gasp. 

“Fihihine! It…” I tucked my head into the pillow. “...Tickles…” 

“What was that? Apologies, I'm afraid you'll have to speak up…” 

I felt swift movement behind me and even before the attack, I realized that I had pushed Avery's ler rage too far. In an instant I was on my back, cushy cloud cuffs around my wrists as they rested above my head, Avery's leg like a lap bar across my thighs. His hand spidered over my torso, scribbling under my arms, my ribs, my belly. I howled with laughter, my back arching uselessly. 

“OKAHAHAY IT TIHIHICKLES! IT TIHIHICKLES!!” I cried through gale after gale of deep, hopelessly honest cackling. 

“Oh, it does? It tickles when I do this? Hm! Could that be because you're ticklish?” He'd adopted a casual, playful tone as he laid beside me, propping his head up with one hand as he tormented me with the other. 

“YEEHEHEHEHESSS!” What good was it to resist at this point? I didn't even bother tugging at the cuffs as he used a single fingertip to wiggle into one armpit, then the other, then back to a big, ticklish claw at my belly. I just laughed and laughed, letting it all pour out unimpeded by resistance. 

“Very good~! My goodness, such hair-raising laughter, all from such a small amount of stimulation…” 

He lifted my night shirt up to my ribs, then went back to gently pinching and grabbing at my belly pudge, patting, squeezing, and playing with it. 

“I'm sorry, I just can't get enough of this.”

“Plehehehehease stahahahap thahahahahat~!” I protested in a combination of ticklishness and embarrassment. Much as I was a huge proponent of body positivity, I wasn't exactly immune to insecurity; I'd packed on a few pounds from work stress. 

“I will never understand what you humans find shameful about fat on your bodies… especially here…” 

He shifted on the bed, repositioning so that he could nuzzle his cool face into my exposed middle. He kissed and cuddled, making me giggle shyly. 

“So soft and warm,” he cooed, peppering me with more kisses, the last one landing on my navel. 

I felt the cuffs around my wrists dissipate. I reached down, stroking the rolling curve of Avery's head, even as my belly quivered beneath his touch. 

“I love tickling you,” he said. “I love loving you. All of you, just as you are.” 

The corners of my eyes felt wet as he crawled back up the bed, wrapping his body possessively around mine, pulling me into him like he was an oyster and I his treasured pearl. I tucked into him, his cool arm a relief against my cheek as I rested my head on his bicep. The world disappeared around us; we were a mote of sanity glowing amidst a blackness of merciless chaos. 

“I'm so tired,” I whispered. 

“I know, sweetheart. Can you sleep, now?” 

“I think so.” My eyes were already closed; there was very little thought involved. 

It was quiet. Avery's breathing slowed. 

“Avery…” 

“Hm?”

“Don't let go… okay?” 

He pulled me in tighter. I felt his lips on the back of my head, nuzzling my hair. 

“Never. Never, ever, ever.” 

[bigdumbtickler03]

Quick question for the tickle fic writers out there.

How do I make a masterlist? Like organize all fics in one post and link them somehow. Teach me your ways!! I’m still learning new things on this app lmao

[gyuusauce]

Stray Kids - Soft

Pairing - Lee!Hyunjin X Ler!Seungmin

TW: softness overload + use of a feather

(It’s late and I can’t sleep so here’s a super fluff fic for yall hehe)

Hyunjin and Seungmin had decided to make a blanket fort tonight, and many fun activities followed after they were done putting it all together. They joked, ate snacks, and now the duo were constantly tickling eachother.

Hyunjin laid comfortably on his stomach as he rested his head on the pile of pillows, waiting for Seungmin to make his next move. He let out a chuckle as he heard Minnie moving closer to him.

“Prepare yourself for some tickles, Hyunnie!” the black haired idol said, a grin spreading across his face. He reached under the blankets, pulling out a small pastel blue box. Inside the box, there was a single fluffy white feather. Seungmin smiled as he gently picked it up and set the box aside.

Hyunjin suddenly felt his sweater being lifted up and he chuckled again, anticipating the tickles that were about to come. Minnie lifted the feather, hovering it just above the dancer’s exposed skin. With a gentle motion, the feather brushed over Hyunjin’s back

“Eehehee!” The lee squeaked before bursting into a fit of loud giggles. Seungmin smiled at the sound and continued, gently tickling Hyunjin’s sensitive back with the delicate feather. “Tickly tickly tickly~” the puppy chanted, watching in amusement as his fellow member giggled in delight.

“Ahahaha, Minnie! Ihihit’s so tihihicklish!” Hyunjin said through his laughter, burying his face into his arms. The feather teased his sides, making him twitch and squirm.

The feeling of the fluffy feather tickling Hyunjin’s skin was pure bliss. He couldn’t get enough of it. Seungmin teasingly trailed the gentle tool down the dancer’s spine, earning a squeal from him. “EEHEHEEKK!! oh my gohohosh! it tickles so muhuhuch!”

After a few more minutes of blissful tickling, Seungmin carefully rolled Hyunjin over onto his back, causing him to give the vocalist a questionable look. “Whatcha doin?”

“I’m bored of just tickling your back. Your tummy needs some attention too!” Min replied. He leaned in closer, the feather fluttering over Hyunjin’s stomach. “Tickly ticklyyy~”

The dancer immediately started giggling, his head tilted back against the pillows. “Nahahahaha!! Noohoho not my tuhuhummy!” he chortled. Despite his pleads, he loved every minute of the torment.

Seungmin continued this for awhile before finally setting the feather down. Hyunjin let out one last chuckle as he wiped away his tears of joy. “Oh, that was..so nice..” he murmured, earning a grin from the vocalist. “Ahh Hyunnie, you are just so adorable” he said, ruffling his member’s hair.

The duo eventually fell asleep, Seungmin’s arms wrapped around Hyunjin in a tight embrace.

[kourtniwritesagain]

Too Good to Be

A/N: First full-length RWRB fic! There’s some spice, but not too much spice to rate it anything but T for Teen. Also, this is going to be a three parter because I just couldn’t stop and it was nearing 10k. So here’s part 1! Super nervous, super excited, super gonna shut up now. Enjoy!

It's finally summer, Alex’s favorite time of the year. Summer means the cabin, no graduate courses, and, most importantly, Henry. His Royal Highness was able to get a full two weeks straight of no engagements. Alex very politely told his scheduler to fuck off when approached with anything that resembled an engagement during those two weeks. Alex isn’t going to allow anything (or anyone) to come between himself and Henry. 

Well, except for Cash, Nora, June, and his father apparently. 

Alex isn’t too upset about his family being around, they all adore Henry and vice versa. The Secret Service is always around, and, honestly, Alex is used to it by now. Plus, Cash doesn't suck.

They're all at the cabin by the lake, and everyone is in bathing suits while lounging on the deck after a long afternoon of boating and jet skiing. Henry is watching videos with June and Nora off Nora's phone and laughing, eyes crinkling adorably. Alex can't help but smile. Last year, Alex wasn't sure he would ever even see Henry again, let alone be at the cabin with him. So much has changed since then. Alex is Henry's official suitor. England has embraced the two of them wholeheartedly, including Henry's older brother. The Queen…well, she still sucks. But everything is practically perfect. 

"Alex!" June calls, waving her hand for her brother to come to her. 

He stands and walks over to the others, still smiling softly. Henry lets out an adorable laugh at the video, and Alex sees it’s a cat compilation video. 

“I left my very comfortable chair to watch cats?” Alex asks, amusement in his voice despite his words. 

“I-I’m sohorry, it’s just so f-funny.” Henry gets out through his giggles. Nora and June are cackling beside him. 

Alex watches as cat after cat jumps in fright after seeing their owners with creepy realistic cat masks on. 

“Y’all are too easily entertained.” 

June snorts. “You spent all day yesterday giggling at British memes.” 

“Oi!” Henry feigns offense. 

“In my defense,” Alex says. “I loved every single one of them.” 

Henry rolls his eyes, but there’s no malice. “I suppose I’ll be receiving a few in the future.”

“You’ll have one every day for a month, baby.” Alex winks. 

Henry blushes beautifully. 

“Alexander.” Henry admonishes, rolling his eyes. 

Alex simply grins widely. 

June reaches over and tweaks Alex’s ribs, causing Alex to squawk and jump. 

“Bug!” Alex swats at her hands. 

“Leave Henry alone, brat.” June chastises, a mischievous grin on her face. Henry smiles smugly, clearly pleased that June was on his side.

Alex scowls at all of them, including Nora because she’s not helping. 

“Don’t scowl, baby brother. You’re too pretty.” 

That mollifies Alex somewhat. “I am pretty.” 

Henry rolls his eyes. 

They spend the entire afternoon outside, drinking beer and wine, watching ridiculous videos, and talking of summer plans. Alex is happier than he’s been in a very long time. Supper has been eaten, s’mores have been consumed, and a movie is currently playing in Alex and Henry’s room. Alex isn’t paying any attention to it because Henry is currently kissing his way down his throat. 

“You’re seriously good at this, has anyone told you that?” Alex asks, stretching his head to the left to allow Henry more access. 

“You have.” 

“Well, I’m always right, so.” Alex lets out a groan as Henry adds a bit of teeth. 

Alex thinks he’ll never tire of this. Not just the awesome sex (and it was awesome), but just having Henry with him…and not having to hide it. Alex absolutely adores holding Henry’s hand while they go shopping. Alex loves that Henry will kiss his cheek during photo ops. Alex enjoys being able to embrace Henry openly. Alex still sneaks very handsy things at very inopportune times for Henry, relishing in the blush it brings to the prince’s cheeks. 

Henry slides his hands very slowly up Alex’s sides, causing him to squirm. He feels Henry smile against his throat. 

“Don’t think I didn’t see your reaction earlier.” 

Alex tenses. 

“I d-don’t know what you’re t-talking about…” Alex trails off. 

“I think we both know that’s not true,” says Henry. This time, his fingers wiggle on their way down Alex’s ribs.

“Ah!” 

Henry chuckles against Alex’s throat as he continues to spider his fingers along Alex’s ribs. 

“You f-fuhucker!” Alex squirms and laughs, reaching for Henry’s hands. Henry avoids them for a few seconds more before Alex finally catches them. Alex is panting slightly, but he narrows his eyes, wraps his legs around Henry’s waist, and flips the two of them onto the floor. Henry lands on his back with an ‘oof’. Big blue eyes look in shock at Alex. 

“Mistake.” Alex growls. 

“N-Now, sweetheart…let’s not do anything hasty.” 

“Nicknames will get you nowhere, baby.” Alex replies. 

Henry blushes and opens his mouth to barter, but Alex is having none of it. Alex turns around so his back is to Henry and goes straight for Henry’s thighs, easily his most ticklish spot. 

“Alehex!” Henry immediately starts laughing. Alex found out about Henry’s ticklishness pretty early on during the ‘friends-with-benefits’ stage of their relationship. Alex and Henry had been lying in bed after a thorough makeout session, still clad only in boxers, and Henry giggled when Alex had lightly traced nonsensical patterns across Henry’s stomach. Alex proceeded to find every ticklish spot on Henry’s body, which…hadn’t been difficult. Henry turned out to be ticklish everywhere, but especially on his thighs and hips. 

“How you’re able to fool around with thighs this ticklish, is kind of amazing.” Alex comments as he rakes his fingers up and down Henry’s quivering thighs. 

“Plehehease!” Henry begs, alternating between pounding on Alex’s back and probably grabbing at his hair if Alex knows him well enough. 

“I do not intend to stop anytime soon,” says Alex. “First, you must be punished for trying to tickle me. And second, you love it when I tickle you.” 

“I’m sohohorry!” 

“I’m sure you are.” Alex turns to face Henry now, wiggling lower onto Henry’s legs.

Henry doesn’t say anything else but instead lets out loud booming laughter as Alex moves to clamp down on both thighs right underneath where they meet Henry’s hips, squeezing mercilessly. Henry is devastatingly ticklish here, and Alex absolutely exploits this. The crease where thighs meet hips is just as ticklish. Alex plans on spending time there as well. 

“Oh baby, you are too adorable.” 

“Shut uhuhup!” Henry tries to command, batting at Alex’s hands. 

“Usually your royal commands are a big turn on,” Alex tells him casually, as if he isn’t straight up torturing his boyfriend. “But this one just doesn’t have the usual oomph.” 

Henry babbles something about ‘dick head’ and ‘fucking fuck.’ Alex can’t help but laugh as he listens to Henry’s own beautiful laughter. 

“You are the most ticklish person on the planet, I swear. It’s kinda good that England isn’t actively trying to conquer the world anymore. You’d be kidnapped for ransom and tortured into oblivion the moment the enemy found out how ticklish you are.” 

“A-Alex!” Henry pleads. Alex knows Henry gets more sensitive the more Alex teases him with words. 

“I know that’s how royals were punished back in the medieval period,” Alex continues. “They’d tie up princes and princess, and fucking tickle the shit out of them. Sometimes, guards were told to put honey on the feet of royals and have goats lick them off.” 

“Shut the fuhuhuck uhup!” Henry whines through his laughter. Henry has caught Alex’s hands, but all the prince does is hold onto his boyfriend's wrists. Alex is now lightly stroking at Henry’s hips, scrabbling his fingers along the hip bones every other downward stroke. 

“Maybe we could get the queen to start that shit up again! She’s still super pissed you’re gay; I’m sure she’d loooooove to have someone punish you.” 

Henry turns redder if that’s even possible. Alex knows that Henry’s thinking about it, though. Henry’s thinking about being tied up and helpless while being tickled. 

“Do you like that thought, baby?” Alex asks. 

Henry shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. Alex reaches behind himself and strokes at Henry’s thighs again. He loves the feeling of the twitching muscles, firm from years of Polo. Henry kicks out his legs as Alex switches back to scrabbling his fingers all over Henry’s pelvis and hips. 

“They’d call me Katniss because I would volunteer as tribute to be your tickle torturer.” 

“Y-You alreheheady ARE!” Henry shouts as Alex digs his thumbs into each of Henry’s hip divots. 

“Yeah, but it’d be an official title!” Alex crows. “First Son of the United States slash His Royal Horniness’ Official Tickle Monster!”

“You’re incorrhorrigible!” 

“I’d never go easy on you either. It’s hips and thighs immediately, right out the gate,” explains Alex. “I’d move on to your ribs next, then your back. That spot near your kidneys? Yeah, you forget that spot a lot, but I don’t.” 

“Alex, please!” 

Alex ignores the please and runs his fingers up Henry’s ribs. Henry lets out a high-pitched squeal, causing Alex to laugh loudly himself . 

“Now that was an adorable sound. Can you do it again?” 

“Why dohoho you n-never stohop tahahalking?!” Henry is starting to really lose it. Alex has been tickling him nonstop for close to ten minutes now. Henry’s face, chest, and legs are red, from blushing and the devastating effects of Alex’s fingers. 

“Everyone loves to hear me talk.” 

“I swehehear, I will get you bahahack!” Henry promises, giggling. Alex has slowed his fingers to nonsensical patterns on Henry’s stomach, allowing the prince to breathe. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Alex winks at him. 

Henry shoves at Alex’s shoulder. Alex falls dramatically, but not before scrabbling his fingers across Henry’s thighs once more. 

“Stahap!” Henry rolls in on himself. 

Alex laughs as he stands up, offering a hand to Henry. 

“Piss off.” Henry tells him, swatting his hand away and standing on his own. 

“Don’t be mad, baby.” 

Henry blushes again. 

“Every time.” Alex grins. 

“Fuck you.” Henry retorts, a silly grin still on his face. 

“Any time, Your Royal Highness.” 

[pastelpiggielol]

New Years - an Emily Prentiss x OC + Spencer Reid TicFic

So I just finished writing this for my wonderfully amazing boyfriend and his reaction was absolutely incredible so I feel it’s only fair that I share it with the rest of the gremlins that like this stuff too!

Word count: 3372

Genre: fluff, tickling

Characters: Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss Quinn Kaldas (OC)

The trio were sat comfortably at the small, round table waiting for the new years countdown to hit 00:00. Emily, who usually went all out for anything celebratory, chose to stay in with her lover and best friend since Spencer never enjoyed parties much and Quinn was feeling a little fragile thanks to their unfortunately timed menstrual cycle. This left the three of them sat together in Emily's new house playing various card games and talking themselves in circles of laughter. Notably, Emily had poked fun at how embarrassed Spencer and Quinn both got whenever anything to do with tickling gets mentioned.

"But you're so cute when you go all red and embarrassed!" She laughed while the other two fought to hide their faces behind their cards.

"Maybe to you, its mortifying for us." Quinn grumbled.

"Yeah, what are we supposed to do? It's like if someone brought up your most embarrassing memory in conversation and then laughed at you for getting embarrassed about it. You're all evil and I hate you." Spencer huffed with a smile.

"Aww, you don't mean that! If you hated us you wouldn't get so excited whenever we do tickle you." She teased with a big grin.

"Shut uppppp!" they both whined in unison, their faces red behind their cards.

"No way, in fact! I have an idea!" Emily announced with an evil glint in her eye.

"I don't like where this is going." Quinn whispered to Spencer.

"Me neither." He whispered back.

"No you will! I'll go get my UNO game and we'll play it totally normally." She started, clearly excited to reveal whatever twist she had hidden up her sleeve.

"And?" Spencer prompted.

"Aaand, I'll tickle the winner until one of you doesn't want to play anymore." She smiled sweetly as though she hadn't just concocted the worlds most evil, diabolical, heinous plan ever conceived. Quinn and Spencer said nothing but shared an equally skeptical look before reluctantly agreeing to play.

"You're not going to make this super unfair or anything are you?" Quinn whined as Emily started to shuffle and deal the cards.

"Of course not! Whoever gets tickled is determined by whoever wins the game, totally up to chance. I get to sit here with my wine and watch everything unfold." She smiled saccharine sweet and slid the cards to each of them. "Go!" She grinned proudly and sat back to observe.

"I can't tell if I want to win or not." Quinn laughed nervously.

"I can, it'll be so much worse having to watch her get you with no promise I'll get a turn." Spencer spoke quickly and laid his first card.

"Oh shit, yep you're right that's worse, sorry but you're not winning this thing." They laughed, and with their instant rivalry, the game begun. Emily was having the time of her life, watching them get so unbelievably stressed about such a simple game. At one point she though Quinn might jump across the table and hit Spencer after he made them pick up 6.

"Hey! You can't do that! He can't do that!" Quinn shouted in despair as Spencer laid 2 cards together.

"Hmm let me see." Emily pondered, checking the cards laid. "Nope, he can do that, they're the same number and the same colour so yep, they can be placed at the same time." She confirmed smugly.

"Thank you! UNO." He grinned evilly at Quinn who looked nothing less than furious.

"I swear if you have a green or a nine I'm going to kill you." They threatened as they lay their green nine atop his blue nines. The mere second of suspense felt longer than anything they had ever had to wait for until he, very smugly, laid a green 2 on the top of the pile and showed off his now empty hands.

"We have a winner!" Emily cheered as Spencer raised his arms in triumph.

"Sorry Quinn, better luck next time." He apologised insincerely. However, he was cut off by his own yelp as Emily snuck behind him whilst he was gloating and had attacked him under his arms. In an instant, he snapped his arms down in an attempt to stifle her attack but just ended up trapping her hands against one of his most ticklish spots. All he could feel was Emily's fingers worming mercilessly into the ticklish skin and muscle where they were pinned, he tried his best to hold back his reactions in front of Quinn but her hands were just too much. Within moments he became a laughing, wriggling mess as he simultaneously leaned into the tickles while trying to fight it. His mind was a complete turmoil of happiness and laughter and overwhelming embarrassment that he was being watched.

Quinn glared down at the cards they had slammed to the table in frustration, however their anger was cut off by Spencer's tell-tale squeal. They snapped their attention to the scene in front of them: Spencer screwing his face tight with a wide grin while Emily had her hands pinned under his arms. They could tell he was trying to hold back and in an instant, they felt their face burn hotter than the surface of the sun. The way Emily was grinning in smug pride while Spencer could barely hold himself together made them want to entirely disappear. Their chest burned with desperation to get away from them, but the most they could do was bury their face in their hands so they didn't have to look.

"Stop hiding baby! Why are you hiding your cute face?" She teased as she continued her attack on the now hysterical man in front of them.

"Shut up!" They whined, sinking into their chair.

"You won't get tickled for as long if you can't watch him fall to pieces, you know how much better it makes it when you're being watched." She probed, her voice low and sing-song. Very reluctantly, Quinn pulled their hands away from their eyes and watched as Spencer struggled to stay still, his laughter almost drowning out Emily's teasing. Their face burned so hot they thought they might combust and they hugged their knees close to shrink themself as much as possible. They would actually be content in that moment for the gates of hell to open beneath them and swallow them whole rather than have to watch Spencer get tickled.

After far too long, Emily finally slid her hands away from Spencer's body as he started to catch his breath. With the most shit eating grin she had ever worn, she sat back in her chair and took a smug swig of her wine before scooping the cards up, shuffling them, and dealing them all over again.

"Round two, same rules. Quinn starts because they lost." Emily stated as the pair started to organise their hands.

"And it wont happen again. You're both the worst." They grumbled as they begun the second round. This round was just as intense as the previous round, if not more because Quinn was dealing with the lasting effect of watching Spencer get tickled while also knowing they were fighting for their turn or else it would happen again. The thought of having to watch again was more terrifying than the thought of being tickled in front of a spectator. Every card that they were able to place was like a little shot of electricity through their stomach and every time they had to pick up made them feel nothing short of distraught. As tension rose and rose between them both, the speed of the round increased with cards being slammed to the table as fast as they could.

"No!" Spencer laughed as he was forced to pick up two.

"Payback!" Quinn grinned as they stared down at their three cards and laid a blue seven.

"Just for that, I'm making you pick up." He huffed and set a plus four onto the pile.

"You bastard!" They shouted, whining at every card they had to pick up. He then proceeded to lay a yellow six.

"That's the ONE colour I don't have! Emily he's cheating!" They whined , pointing at Spencer accusingly.

"No he isn't sweetheart, trust me I've got eagle eyes on both of you. No cheating at my table." She hummed while drinking her red wine, which earned a loud, infuriated growl from Quinn as they very reluctantly picked up from the deck.

"I just need yellow PLEASE." They begged the deck as they slid the red eight into their growing hand. And in 2 swift moves from Spencer, the game was over.

"What? What happened??" They stared at the pile in sheer confusion, they hadn't even heard him say uno.

"I had a yellow three and a yellow skip so I payed the skip first so you couldn't block me, said uno and then laid the last card. Short story: I won." He grinned, smug as ever.

"Oh that's unlucky baby, still want to play?" Emily cooed as she moved ever so slowly toward Spencer as he stared at her in anticipation. 

"Shut up." They pouted and tried to stare at the table. Seconds later, Spencer lit up in a frenzy of laughter and squeals, the table shaking slightly as he wriggled around. They tried with all their might to keep their eyes locked on the table, despite being able to feel their face growing redder by the second. And then Emily started to speak.

"Does it tickle Spence? Does it tickle when I do this?" She teased as she prodded and poked his ribs and sides. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" She chanted with the widest smile. Both Quinn and Spencer yelled a simultaneous tirade of protests and incoherent yelling. Quinn felt as though their organs were trying to squirm out of their body and they didn't blame them, Emily was being nothing less than the devil reincarnate. They hid helplessly in the neck of their hoodie, peeking occasionally at the scene in front of them and every time they did they only grew more and more flustered. And jealous.

All they could think about beyond the embarrassment was how much they wanted Emily to tickle them. She knew their body inside and out and knew all their most ticklish spots. They didn't have to think to know that Emily would tickle them the best way every single time and knowing their chance to receive that hinged on their ability to outplay Spencer in a card game made their chest ache. And then they realised. 

"Emily!! You're so horrible!! You knew he would win, he always wins card games!" They shouted out above Spencer's raucous laughter.

"Took you long enough sweetheart! I just know how much you love it when other people get tickled!" She smiled saccharine sweet as she continued her attack on Spencer, who by this point was almost a perfect ball. All they could do was whine in despair as they watched, again wanting nothing more than for their skeleton to leave their skin and disappear forever. 

Finally, after far far too long, Spencer called time out to catch his breath and Emily took her seat between them again.

"Do you want a third round?" She asked Quinn, prying their hand from their face and kissing it softly. Quinn didn't utter a word, rather they shook their head and grunted in the universal grump language for 'no'. "Aww that's a shame, don't you want a turn?" She cooed.

"Duh but I wont get one if I have to play against him." They grumbled with their face squished against their knees.

"Then maybe you deserve a little participation reward, what do you think Spence?" Emily asked with a faux kindness that meant she was bout to become the most evil woman on Earth. Spencer, having just about caught his breath, nodded fervently. "Majority rules then." She smirked before standing up and moving toward Quinn. In an instant, their heart was racing and their entire body tensed up in anticipation. Her hands hovered around their waist and stomach, floated up to their neck and armpits and sunk toward their ribs. Their heart was practically in their throat and their skin prickling so strongly they thought they could feel the ghosts of her hands tingling across their skin. 

That was until Emily made contact. The instant that her fingers met the skin of Quinn's neck, they let out a shriek and snapped their head backward to attempt to block her attack. However, in doing so, they only redirected her hands to their underarms where she scribbled, dug and wormed just the same way she had done to Spencer and sent Quinn's shrieking into uncontrollable writhing and squealing, their arms flailing while trying to pin their elbows to their sides. Their eyes were screwed tightly shut so all they could hear was Emily chanting "Tickle tickle tickleeee!" in their ear and laughing at their suffering. 

Eventually, she freed her hands from the vice like grip of their arms and began her assault on their ribs, prodding, poking, jabbing and digging at each and every spot she knew would light Quinn up like a firework. And it worked flawlessly. They were screaming, laughing, writhing and cursing her out like it was the last thing that would ever happen to them. In truth, they thought maybe it would be the last thing they do because they felt as though they could die at any second. And once again, Emily's words were like gasoline to a forest fire.

"Come on Spence! Don't hide, come join in! I'm sure they'll love it if you tickle them too!" She beckoned while dodging Quinn's attacking arms. At first all they could hear was a muffled grunt before his chair scraped across the floor. Their heart filled with adrenaline and Emily's tickling became the most overwhelming feeling there could ever possibly be. It exploded throughout their body as though they had sugar pumping through their veins. And the sugar exploded further when they felt Spencer's large, warm hands snake below their hoodie and t-shirt and lightly run across their stomach. It was common knowledge between them that their stomach was easily their most ticklish spot so just the simple, light caressing was enough to turn their head into a clouded mess. Emily continued tickling their ribs and underarms while Spencer slowly teased them, his fingers spidering tantalisingly over their skin. 

They couldn't form a coherent thought if they tried, Spencer's tickling felt as though the breath was being sucked right out of their lungs as soon as they took a breath. They were laughing so hard they were beginning to feel lightheaded but they simply couldn't tell them to stop. If anything, they wanted Spencer to hurry up and commit to what he was doing. And as if he read their mind, he started to scribble and spider rapidly across their skin, sending them into a state of mindless bliss. Their laughter was so hard they couldn't even hear Emily's ceaseless taunts over the blood rushing through their ears (thankfully). They were even writhing so much they were almost falling off their chair. The charade only came to an end when they managed to kick the underside of the table with full force and hurt their shin.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Emily asked, instantly pulling her hands away and checking their leg for wounds.

"Ah! Crap that hurt." They hissed, screwing their face up in pain.

"Should I get an ice pack?" Offered Spencer. Emily nodded and he scurried away to fetch a bag of ice.

"I'm sorry baby, I'll put you in a safer place next time okay?" Emily apologised sweetly and gently, petting their hair and holding their hand as they breathed through the throbbing pain. Spencer eventually returned and placed the ice pack on the red mark on their shin.

"Let's play something else for a while, it's still a few hours until midnight." He suggested and started to clear up the UNO cards.

"Good idea, why don't we watch a movie? That should take us up to the countdown on TV." Emily agreed. The three conversed about which movie to watch and landed on Star Wars - The Empire Strikes Back and sat together on the sofa - Quinn with their leg propped on a stool so the ice pack could stay balanced - with snacks to watch the movie. 

By the time the movie ended, the clock read 11:52pm and Quinn's pain was receding by the second. They decided to be done with the bag of now slightly cold water and tough out the aching pain as they stood up and fetched drinks for them all. For such a small celebration, this was easily one of their favourite New Years Eve's they'd ever had. When they came back - three champagne glasses in hand - the New Years broadcast was on TV showing the crowd of people waiting for the New York ball to drop. 

"You both know the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne right?" They asked as they sat between the two.

"Of course, its a traditional Scottish song that's been a staple of New Years Eve in many countries for centuries - since the mid 19th century in fact - and the true Scottish tradition is to sing the lyrics while everyone is stood in a circle with their arms crossed over their chest and holding hands with the people beside them. In the traditional dance everyone runs toward the middle at the end of the song but since New Years is usually celebrated in large groups, that part of the tradition is often missed out of fear of getting hurt." Spencer rambled with his characteristic goofy little smile.

"Cool, why do you know that?" Asked Quinn in bemusement. He simply shrugged and turned his attention back to the TV which now showed the countdown at 05:42.

"Five minutes until its the New Year, guess I wont be tickling you until 2010." She laughed to herself and earned a groan and sharp nudge from Quinn.

"Shut up, you're evil and I think you should go to hell to be with the rest of the devils down there." They huffed, watching the numbers tick below four minutes.

"No you don't, you'd miss me." She smiled at Quinn's disapproval. The next few minutes of build up was mostly silence as they watched the broadcast until the timer was on its last fifteen seconds. The trio stood up in front of the TV to count down alongside the crowd on the screen, drinks in hand.

"Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They all chanted in unison as the ball dropped on TV. Emily hurried to pull Quinn into an excited kiss, both smiling into it before taking a deep drink of their champagne. Moments later, the crowd began to sing Auld Lang Syne as it blared over the loud speakers at the gathering.

"Let's do the thing!" Quinn said excitedly, crossing their arms over their chest and reaching for Emily and Spencer's hands. They both followed suit and they began to happily sing the traditional song, all three smiling their happiest most beautiful smiles.

"Oh Quinn!" Emily called once the song was over, still holding each others hands.

"Yeah?" They responded quickly.

"Happy New Years!" She yelled before darting behind them and attacking their sides with tickles before they could move their hands to defend themself. Naturally, they screamed and started to writhe like a fish out of water, their laughter filling the entire room.

"Emily! That's so mean! Ah!" They cried between howling laughter.

"What? I told you I wouldn't tickle you until 2010 and now it's 2010!" She remarked proudly as she supported their weight while ruthlessly scribbling and jabbing her fingers into their skin. As they had before, they were overcome with feelings of happiness and joy, that wonderful sugary feeling zooming through their veins as they leant into their girlfriend's arms. This tickling was different from what she had been doing before, she was being gentler and more loving, holding their body close and peppering their cheek and neck with ticklish kisses. Their giggles and squeals drowned out the sound of the TV and all they could see through their barely open eyes was Spencer giving them both his wide, gorgeous smile and his face as red as his jumper. There was absolutely no denying that this was the best New Years Eve ever.

[tkledsillyficz]

a lil something I was in the mood to write when I couldn't sleep - I love lee Pomni so much

Nosy Banter

Pomni is just trying to take her mind off of everything- but Jax has some tricks up his sleeve- or, glove rather.

not intended as a ship!! but can be interpreted as youd like!!

Lee!Pomni

Ler!Jax

it had been a few days since Pomni arrived. the poor girl struggled to see hope in her situation- She was avoiding everything-eveyone. the jester sat outside her room with a book- trying to get her mind off of her surroundings.

Without warning, a voice appeared out of nowhere

"Whatcha' readinnn~" an annoying rabbit spoke, gently nudging the Jester aside him with his rather pointy elbow.

Pomni jolted at the sudden noise- and sighed, unfazed by his questions

"something..random I just found,, anything to g-get my mind off of.. this place.."

Jax nodded and cocked his head in wonder. He had been wondering around for the newbie, hoping she had calmed herself. but it appears thats not the case

the purple one nodded along to pomnis complaints, remembering when he first got to the digital circus. He put on this front that he didn't mind, but in reality he was going insane. he couldn't blame the poor girl.

the rabbit pressed on in his normal goofy matter- wishing to aid to her distraction.

"hm,, aw yeah ? well, lay it on me toots, what's the synopsis?"

Pomni seemed to perk up at this question- albiet the book being random, it was a topic she happened to enjoy.

Excitedly, the girl began sharing what she'd read so far, talking on and on for a really long while- Jax listened intently, he thought to himself that it was nice seeing Pomni smile and get excited- rather than her mopey self she'd been since her arrival.

After a long while Jax noted how intelligent abd passionate she seemed- he scoffed and poked the girl in her side teasingly "you're SUCH a nerd , y'know that?"

electricity shot through Pomni as she felt the touch. crap. if Pomni was anything- it was ticklish.

tittery giggles escaped her as her arms let go of the book to guard herself; trying to cover up her inevitable reaction with a comeback

"ah!!- sh-shut up you-!!" she spat , with a wrinkled smile plastered on her face

Jax lifted an eyebrow upon realising her reaction

'what a good distraction..' he thought

"ohhoho- what do we have here now?" Jax spoke, meeting eyes with Pomni, who just looked away in embarrassment.

the jester gulped,, preparing for what's to come

"wha-whatever do you mean heh..?"

the rabbit smiled, poking and burrying his finger into her side again-this time with a more-ticklish-intent, making Pomni jump what seemed like 10 feet.

"j-aAAX!!!"

the rabbit rolled his eyes and laughed to himself "ohh I think you know exactly what I mean, clown girl"

Pomnis face filled with a dark blush- his teasing only made it worse,, she couldn't hide that she felt a fluttering in her chest, all excited and giddy like a kid at a playground.

"heh- wh-!! h-hEY!!"

Jax swiftly moved the book out of the way and began repeatedly poking Pomni on both of her sides, now sitting in front of her instead of next to her. His pokes then turned into full on scribbles.

"tsh- I dunno I think someone's ticklish~" the sly bunny spoke in a sing-song voice , taunting the jester.

"nooho!! ihihm-" Pomni couldn't even get a sentence out. she was soon in hysterics, now laying on the ground instead of against the wall. Jaxs hands skittered all over the poor girls torso, exploring any area that would elicit a laugh- or a symphony of them, rather.

The relentless teasing from the taller one had her in shambles; hands on her eyes and red rouge covering her cheeks, with her giggles loud and squeaky.

The rabbit was grinning along with the girl, happy to see her happy.

"aww~ look at you! clearly you're enjoying this~" he spout, intensifying his scribbles to focus on the jesters ribs- which seemed to only be worse

"aaaAAH!! jahax!!!"

"ah! you didn't deny itttt"

"aha wohould- youhu shuhut- UHUP!!"

Pomni was kicking and squirming- anything to inch herself away- but she was in an iron grip, and, was actually liking it. alot. She gave up struggling after awhile more- feeling tired and worn out, she succumbed to her fate.

tears welled up in the jesters eyes from all her laughing- her giggles were constant and echoed- she felt drunk on the sensation , almost.

Jax noted the poor girls expression and let up soon after, not without slowing to a stop of course- getting last minute tickles in.

"alright alright-" The bunny spoke, dusting off his hands "that's about enough- don't wanna kill ya."

Pomni lied on the ground catching her breath- ghostly giggles still escaping her

"i.. hahate.. you.. hehe.."

the rabbit scoffed "pshh no you don't! you're lack of telling me to stop says you realllly must have enjoyed that, hm?" he teased , bending down to her and gently scribbling at the bottom of her chin- eliciting giggles once again

"ack!! wh-!! ehe whahat- no!!" the jester protested, avoiding eye contact.

some time passed , and Pomni eventually came to. Jax sat her up and stayed with her for awhile- continuing their conversation from earlier and eventually trailing off.

"y'know.. it was nice seeing ya happy. I haven't yet and a smile looks pretty good on ya, that might just be my new way of cheering you up" Jax teased, shining a sly smile in the jesters direction.

Pomni looked off in embarrassment, she can't lie she actually really liked it- and could get used to it occuring more..

[haha-mania]

Just Admit It

Fandom - WWE/WWF

Pairing - Lee!Edge x Ler!Christian

Warnings: This contains tickle content! If this type of thing isn’t your cup of tea then please continue to scroll. No need for hate.

Loud laughter filled the room as Christian playfully pinned his buddy to the ground and tickled him everywhere he could reach. “Come on Adam..just admit you love it!” Christian teased as he scribbled his fingers wildly over the fellow vampire’s sides. Edge had always been super ticklish and both Gangrel and Christian always took advantage of it. However, the fellow vamp didn’t really seem to mind the constant tickle attacks from his buddies. Edge actually enjoyed being tickled but nobody knew that fact except for the other Brood members.

“Yahahaha!! Christiahahahan!!” Edge cackled as the blonde haired vamp’s hands moved to his stomach. He wriggled and tried to pry off Christian’s hands but he had a good grip on him. “Tickle tiiickleee~” Cage whispered, his fingers reaching the lee’s neck. “AHAHAHA!! Christian nohohoho!!” Adam cried, scrunching his eyes shut in laughter. He shook his head back and forth as Christian’s hands switched from spot to spot, earning loud squeals and yelps from the fellow vampire. “Plehehehease!!”

“All you gotta do is admit you love this and I’ll stop! It’s that simple, Adam..” Cage replied. He removed himself from Edge’s upper body and proceeded to plonk himself on top of the vamp’s ankles. Adam’s eyes went wide as he realized what was coming. “Wait, Christian don’t- AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vampire interrupted himself with a loud scream of laughter as he felt Christian’s fingers scribbling up and down his socked feet. “OOHHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOT THERE!! PLEASE NOT THAHAHAHA!!”

The fellow Brood member chuckled hearing his buddy’s wild laughter. He continued for a few more minutes, enjoying Edge’s amusing sounds. “OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I LOVE IT I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!” The lee managed to get out through his intense cackles. Christian smiled and got up, finally letting Edge go.

Edge lay there on the floor, panting and trying to catch his breath. After getting himself together, Adam sat up, a huge grin glued to his face. “That was so fun, Christian..” he admitted, making the other smile proudly. “I knew you enjoyed it, Adam. You always like when me and Grel tickle you” the vamp teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Edge. It was true though, Edge could never turn down a good tickle.

[laugh-your-hart-out]

Just Admit It

Fandom - WWE/WWF

Paring - Lee!Edge X Ler!Christian

(This is short, sorry lol)

Loud laughter filled the hotel room as Christian playfully pinned his best friend to the ground and tickled him everywhere he could reach. “Come on, Edge..just admit you love it!” Christian teased as he scribbled his fingers wildly over the fellow vampire’s sides.

Edge had always been super ticklish and both Gangrel and Christian always took advantage of it. However, the fellow vamp didn’t really seem to mind the constant tickle attacks from his buddies. Edge actually enjoyed being tickled but nobody knew that fact except for the other Brood members.

Yahahaha!! Christiahahahan!!” Edge cackled as the blonde haired vamp’s hands moved to his stomach. He wriggled and tried to pry off Christian’s hands but he had a good grip on him.

“Tickle tiiickleee~” Cage whispered, his fingers reaching the taller’s neck. “AHAHAHA!! Christian nohohoho!!” He cried, scrunching his eyes shut in laughter. He shook his head back and forth as Christian’s hands switched from spot to spot, earning loud squeals and yelps from the fellow vampire. “Plehehehease!!”

“All you gotta do is admit you love this and I’ll stop! It’s that simple, Edgey..” Cage replied. He removed himself from Edge’s upper body and proceeded to plonk himself on top of the vamp’s ankles. Adam’s eyes went wide as he realized what was coming.

“W-wait!! Christian, don’t- AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vampire interrupted himself with a loud scream of laughter as he felt Christian’s fingers scribbling up and down his hyper sensitive feet. “OOHOHOHOHAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOT THERE!! PLEASE NOT THAHAHAHA~!!”

The fellow Brood member chuckled hearing his buddy’s loud, wild laughter. He continued for a few more minutes, enjoying the hilarious sounds that erupted from Edge. “OKAY OKAHAHAHAY!! I LOVE IT, I LOHOHOHOVE IT!!” the vampire managed to get out through his intense cackles. Christian smiled and got up, finally letting Edge get a break.

Edge lay there on the floor, panting and trying to catch his breath. After getting himself together, he sat up with a huge grin glued to his face. “That was awesome, Christian..” he admitted, making the other smile proudly.

“I knew you enjoyed it, Edgey. You always love it when me and Gangrel tickle you” the vampire teased, earning a playful slap on the arm from Edge. The fact was true though. Edge could never turn down a good tickling session.

[hotwritergf]

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

You beg him to stop and squeal at the first touch. Giggles falling from your lips before you even realise you’re doing it. You thrash your chest into Spencer’s, writhing under his fingers.

He chuckles in response, holding your wrists together and above your head with one hand. Squeezing up and down your exposed side with the other, his touch is firm but playful, taking extra special care in not pressing too hard onto your ribs. His smile beams a spotlight down on you as he watches you wriggle around, almost dancing to escape the sensation.

“You can’t prepare to not be ticklish! It’s a natural bodily reaction. Did you know there’s actually two types of tickling? There’s knismesis which is essentially the lighter touch, like a bug landing on you and the reaction being the itchy feeling you just have to scratch but it doesn’t make you laugh. And there’s also this, what’s happening to you right now. It’s called gargalesis, it’s a harder form of touch which causes that pretty laughter that I can hear right now, and that quite frankly, glass shattering squeal noise when I get too close to your underarm.”

Spencer exclaims. He chuckles at the same squeal he was talking about escaping your lips as his fingers spider-walk from your hipbone all the way up to your armpit, swirling a single finger around in gentle circles in the hollow of your arm.

You manage to knock your wrists out of his grip, pulling your arms down and wrapping them around yourself in a self-hug to protect your sensitive spots. Still letting out residual giggles from the brutal onslaught.

“Wow. You are super ticklish.”

He speaks with a smirk, swiping the hair that has managed to wrap itself into your mouth from your squirming away from your tongue and behind your ear. Spencer’s hands find the small of your back and his open palm rubs against your spine softly.

“You are the absolute worst Spencer Reid.”

You babble, unable to wipe the smile off of your flushed face. He smiles back down at you, pressing his chin to the top of your head shyly. Holding you in an awkward hug he sways you in his hold from side to side, rocking you gently. Your heartbeat slows and syncs in time with his, your fingers interlocking before he speaks.

“The worst at giving you a thorough, hands on education on bodily reactions that I think you should be grateful for.”

You loved this nerd.

[farfaripol]

I noticed that few people wrote JoJo fanfiction. Besides, no one has ever done Lee Johnny before. So today I'll fix that! Enjoy:)

Roles: Lee Johny! Ler Gyro

Relationship: PLATONIC

Warnings: it's a tickle fic; tusk tickles?

"Hahahaa! Ahand this is your stand? He's too cute compared to you." Gyro laughed at Johnny's stand while looking at the tusk

"yes, yes, very funny." Johnny had no time for Gyro's words now. While the owner of the steel balls admired the stand, Johnny was busy with the map and laying out the route to the next race

At this time, Gyro had already picked up the floating pink creature. He held it carefully, and carefully looked at every detail. Each time the stand seemed cuter and cuter to him

"heh, such a cute thing~" Gyro took the stand in one hand and used his index finger to tickle the stand's belly.

"PWHAHAHA!!" Johnny immediately covered his mouth with his hand, and a blush began to grow on the cheeks. Hearing the laughter, Gyro immediately stopped ticklings and looked at Johnny.

"What the hell was that?!" Realizing what was going on, the cowboy returned back to the stand, using slow circular movements to move his finger across Tusk’s stomach. "Is someone ticklish here! Nyo-ho~"

"wait..wahait!! Gyroho! Dohohohn't!! Johnny didn't have time to finish his words before he immediately fell into constant giggling. Johnny couldn't stay in a sitting position and fell to the ground holding his stomach.

"Gyrohoho, stahahp i cahan't" Johnny lay on the ground, having completely forgotten about the map he was working on. And Gyro continued to spider his fingers over the tusk, causing Johnny's laughter to grow even stronger.

"Gyrohoo!! Plehease stahAHAP AHAHAH!!! NAHAHT!! DON'T GO THEHEHERE!!" Johnny curled up into a ball, laughing hysterically as Gyro's hands darted across his back. No matter how hard Johnny tried to stop him, he couldn’t yet. Because of his laughter, he lost all his strength and couldn't even pull his Stand out of Gyro's clutches.

"don't go where? Right heereeee?~" Gyro slowly lowered his index finger down Johnny's spine.

"NAHAHAHA!! GYROHOHO!! DICKHEAHAD! AHAHHA STAHP" Johnny immediately arched his back, throwing his head back and laughing hysterically

"what did you said about me?? Now you'll regret what you said" With these words, Gyro squeezed the sides and ribs of his Stand user. And tackled him with no mercy.

"AHHAHHHAHAH NAHOHO GYROHOHO STAHAP IT!!" Tears began to form at the corners of Johnny's eyes. He hit the ground with his fist and could no longer to say out a single word.

Gyro was too caught up in the tickling that he didn't even notice someone sneak up on him from behind. Johnny, despite being ticklish, was able to hit Gyro on the head with an overthrown newspaper.

Johnny hit Gyro over the head with a rolled-up newspaper, causing his hat to fall off his head. At the same time the tickling stopped. "I told you to stop. It's time for revenge"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Okahay.. i'm sohorry! Don't do anything bahad..."

Johnny wasn't listening anymore. He came up from behind and started tickling the cowboy. Gyro has already bursted into laughter "NAHAHA JOHNNY I'M SAHAHARY PLEASE STAHAP"

[shoto-lee]

Tickletober Day 6 - Gang Tickles

lee!mammon ler(s)!lucifer, asmodeus, & beelzebub

Summary: After it's discovered that Mammon has stolen all three of the boys' credit cards, they decide to give him some payback.

A/N: hope i wrote all the characters right, i haven't played obey me in a while so - anyway, had a lot of fun writing this!

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"Are you serious, Beel? That's where my credit card went?!" Asmo gasped. He should've known...

Lucifer examined Mammon's nightstand, feeling a surge of rage when he saw a small compartment underneath the top, with three credit cards belonging to Asmo, Beel, and himself. Alongside it were a few dirty wrappers. Yuck...

"Our cards have been gone for weeks... Can't believe we didn't immediately think of Mammon." Beel sighed, rubbing his grumbling belly. Since he had no credit card to buy food, he'd been eating less than usual. Maybe that was a good thing. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do with this~" He snatched his card and began to head out of the room, but was interrupted by an angry Lucifer.

"Are we really going to allow him to get away with this? I can't count on one hand how many times he's stolen from me. I've recently tried to be lenient and give him the benefit of the doubt."

Asmo hummed, taking a seat on the bed. He scratched his head and assumed that Lucifer wanted to punish the thief he called a brother. "I've got no idea how, but we have to get him to stop this. Right?"

Beel nodded. "Yes, we do... But can it wait a few hours? I heard of a new buffet opening-"

"No." Lucifer interrupted, leaving a frown on Beel's face. "We're going to do this now. The idiot is asleep on the couch at the moment, this is the perfect time."

"What are we going to do? Put makeup on his face? Ooh, that sounds fun!~" Asmo cheered. Beel and Lucifer gave him an unapproving look.

Lucifer began to grin. "I have the perfect idea. Tickling. Works like a charm every. Single. Time. Poor Mammon has so many sweet spots."

"Huh? We're gonna gang up on him? That's unfair!" Asmo chuckled. "I'm only joking!"

~

The three brothers stood over Mammon's sleepy body. He looked ridiculous. He was holding a pillow with one arm, putting the other one under his head. His legs were tangled in a blanket and he had a bit of drool coming from his mouth. It was like he was a bear during hibernation...

Asmo gently tugged the pillow out of his grip, causing his arm to fall down. He made a loud snore, which made Asmo jump. He thought he'd woken him up.

Lucifer took the liberty of beginning this punishment. He crept his hand into Mammon's exposed armpit, gently skittering his fingertips against the ticklish skin.

Mammon snorted, quickly waking up and clamping his arm down. Lucifer grinned, watching as the boy gained consciousness, also realizing what was happening.

"Wuhuhat the hell is thihehes? Gehet the hehell away from me!" Mammon shouted as Asmo went behind the couch and leaned over. He let his arms sway down onto Mammon's bare belly, scratching his nails and poking his belly button.

Mammon tried to fight back, throwing his hands all over the place, but Beel had already helped with grabbing and holding his wrists. "FuhUHUHAhahack! AHAHsmoHOHO, I SWehehAHAehear!"

"What about me? Asmo isn't even at your worst spot." Lucifer teased, jamming two fingers under both of his arms, making Mammon squeal and lay his head back in ticklish agony.

"TohOHOHOO MUHUHUHuhahuch! IHITS TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!" He managed to shout. Half of the words he said were covered up by a squeals and laughter.

"Too much? You know what's too much, Mammon? The money you've spent on each of our cards." Lucifer growled, dragging his fingers down to Mammon's sides, kneading and prodding into both the spots.

Mammon kicked his feet freely, but that didn't seem to help him escape. He would need some free hands, which he didn't have - thanks to Beelzebub.

Asmo giggled watching as Mammon's face turned pinker and pinker every second he was being tickled. He sorta felt bad for him, though. He swore he had seen a tear fall from his face because of how ticklish he was.

"Alright, I think he's learned his lesson." He said, patting his belly gently. As a final tease, he pinched Mammon's waist, making his hips jolt.

"Think so?" Lucifer asked, taking his hands off his sides.

Beel let his wrists go and chuckled. Poor Mammon couldn't be bothered to move... He had to catch his breath first.

"You guhuys suh-huha suhuck!"

"No, you suck. This should be enough punishment to get it through your head. Stop. Taking. People's. Cards!" Lucifer sternly muttered.

Mammon nodded, holding his belly. "Ohokay! I wohon't! I prohohahomise..."

"We are not even tickling you... Quit laughing!" Asmo said, confused.

Mammon could still feel hands tickling his body, almost as if a ghost was still poking his sides and clawing at his underarms. Poor guy...

The three brothers soon decided that gang tickling wasn't enough.

Lucifer made his way back to Mammon's room and grabbed Mammon's card without any remorse.

"Beel. Where was that new buffet you were telling us about? I'm feeling a bit hungry... and expensive too."

[bigdumbtickler03]

Stray Kids - Sensitive

Pairing: Lee!Felix X Ler!Jeongin

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If this kind of thing isn’t your cup of tea, please continue to scroll!

There was no denying that Felix was one of the most ticklish members of Stray Kids after Hyunjin. He enjoys being a ler but prefers to be the lee even more. Even the smallest things tickle him and all the other members can’t get enough of it. He’s just simply too cute to handle.

It was a cozy night in the dorm, all the members staying inside to keep warm since there was a snowstorm going on at the time. Felix had invited Jeongin to hang out and have a little sleepover in his room. He had prepared some snacks and hot cocoa for the two of them to share. After some time of munching and drinking, the duo plopped into Felix’s bed for some special time together: tickle time.

Felix happened to be in a big lee mood at the time which wasn’t a surprise for the maknae. He and the other members knew how much Felix loved being tickled, so when he suggested that Jeongin should tickle him, he happily agreed to do so. A big smile formed on Lix’s face as he quickly got comfy on the bed, laying on his back so the younger could start the session.

“Hey Felix, how about we try something a little different this time?” Jeongin asked the older. Felix looked up at him with curious eyes and asked what he meant. Innie told Felix to stay and wait where he was while he scurried off to his room to get something. Felix waited patiently for the maknae to return and after a few minutes, Jeongin came back while holding something in his hand. He jumped onto the bed and proudly presented the item to Felix. It was a big fluffy pink feather. “I was thinking it would be fun if I tickled you with this!” Innie said, smirking at the boy below him. Felix’s eyes went wide with excitement at the sight of the tickle tool in Jeongin’s hand. He couldn’t wait any longer and started giggling in anticipation.

“Okay, it’s time to start!” the younger said and carefully lifted Felix’s shirt, revealing his soft stomach underneath. Felix let out a gasp as soon as the feather touched him. Jeongin continued, lightly trailing the soft feather across the skin of his tummy. It felt so light yet so ticklish, causing the older’s body to twitch slightly. “N-nohohoho inniehehehe!” he giggled. Jeongin just smiled and continued the tickling, ignoring Felix’s pleads.

The younger moved the feather back and forth, constantly switching from Felix’s tummy to his sides. He continued to squirm and let out cute little laughs as Jeongin caressed his skin with the feather. “Jeongihihin!! It tihihickles!” Innie chuckled “well, i AM tickling you right?” he teased. This caused Felix to blush and cover his face with his hands. “I hate yohohohu!!” he exclaimed through his laughter. Jeongin only responded with an eye roll and another chuckle.

“We can’t forget about this cute little button now, can we?” The maknae teased as he moved the feather down and wiggled it over Felix’s navel. “Ehehehee!! No Innie!! Not thehehere!!” Felix squealed as the tool tickled his sensitive button. Jeongin smiled down at the boy as he was obviously enjoying every minute of the tickling. “Kitchy kitchy koo!~” he teased, still tickling him with the feather and occasionally teasing his belly button. The duo were quite surprised to see that none of the other members hadn’t waken up from the sound of Felix’s loud laughter.

Jeongin decided to take the tickling up a notch. He continued to use the feather to tickle Felix’s side while his free hand tickled his tummy. This drove the older crazy as he started squirming around in the bed. “Ahahahaha Jeongin nohohoho!!! Stahahahap!!” he shouted, wriggling side to side to try and escape but to no success. Jeongin held him in place with his legs. Innie continued to tickle Felix for a few more minutes before finally letting him go. They both lay there with big smiles on their faces. “That was fun” Felix exclaimed. The maknae grinned back at him “I agree” he replied. “My special friend seemed to do a great job too!” Jeongin said, wiggling the big feather in the air. Felix giggled and gave him a playful eye roll.

Jeongin tossed the feather to the side as he and Felix got ready to go to sleep. “Let’s do this again tomorrow” he said to the older. Felix excitedly nodded, ready to be tickled all over again the next night.

[gyuusauce]

Stray Kids - Anticipation

Pairing: Lee!Changbin X Ler!Hyunjin

TW: teasing, changbin is a precious bean

(Kinda trying a style of writing hehe)

Changbin and Hyunjin had recently moved into a dorm with eachother, and every day was a day of fun. They would joke together, play games, order food, but their favorite activity was having playful tickle sessions.

Today, it was Changbin’s turn to be the lee, and he couldn’t wait. He chose Hyunjin as the first person to confess that he secretly loved all the tickles he got from the rest of his band members. Upon hearing the confession, Hyunjin was more than happy. Even tho he was super ticklish himself, Hyun loved to be the one doing the tickling just as much.

“Okay Binnie, lay down and get comfortable.” The brown haired boy ordered, ready to start the session.

Changbin nodded, laying down on his bed and positioning his arms above his head. His lee mood was strong today, and the anticipation was killing him.

Hyunjin grabbed a pillow and propped up the purple haired rapper’s head underneath it, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable at all. He then climbed up onto the bed, hovering over Changbin with a playful smile on his face.

Binnie let out a small gasp as the dancer slowly rolled up his shirt up to his ribs. The anticipation was almost too much to handle now.

“Sooo~” Hyunjin said with a teasy tone. “Where should I start first? Maybe I could start with…this soft little tummy of yours, hmm?”

Changbin giggled, imagining Hyunjin’s fingers skittering all over his sensitive stomach. “Hehe..plehehease..” the rapper murmured.

“Or maybe we could do those veryyyy ticklish armpits of yours?”

Hyunjin’s teases were flustering Changbin horribly, causing him to squirm and giggle without even being touched.

“Hyunjihihihin!!! Pleeeaseee!!~”

“Oh! or maybe even count these ribs of yours, huh? How would you like that, Binnie?” Hyunjin continued, enjoying seeing Changbin blushing and squirming with anticipation.

“OH MY GOHOHOSH!! Hyunjin please, j-just tickle me already!!” Changbin begged, unable to take anymore teasing.

Hyunjin chuckled and smirked at the rapper. “Okay fine, enough teasing for now.” he reached out with his arms and wiggled his fingers above Changbin’s torso, ready to attack at any moment. This was gonna be a fun time.

The brown haired boy leaned in and began to trace little circles on Changbin’s tummy. “Nicee and soft~” Hyunjin whispered, continuing his gentle touch.

“Mhmhmhmehehehe~ Hyunnihehehe!” Changbin giggled, feeling Hyunjin’s unbearably light touches on his soft, sensitive tum. The sensation was so gentle..yet so ticklish.

The dancer continued his torment on Binnie, now using all ten fingers to scribble over the exposed area, making his laughter increase in volume and pitch. “Tickle tiiiickle~” Hyunjin cooed, delighting in the way Changbin wriggled and giggled under his touch.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you got the cutest tummy on the planet, Binnie?” Hyunjin teased, causing the other to blush like mad.

“HYUHUHUNIE!! Stahahahap!! it’s not cuhuhuhute!!” The rapper whined. He couldn’t handle being called cute whenever he was being tickled. He loved and hated it at the same time. “plehehehease!!”

“Oh, but it is! And so is this little button right here~” And with that, Hyunjin began to wiggle a single finger around Changbin’s belly button, the movement light but fast.

“EEAAHAHAHA!! HYUNNIE OH NO NOT THEHEHERE!!” Binnie squealed, squirming from side to side but not trying to escape. He just laid there and took it.

As the dancer’s skilled fingers continued their attack on the rapper’s navel, his other free hand came up and began to target Binnie’s ribcage. This made him CACKLE.

“OOOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHA- OH HYUNJIN PLEHEHEASE!!” He begged, tears starting to form in his eyes. “OKAY OKAY!! MERCY! MEHEHERCY!!”

Changbin thrashed wildly, yet he stayed in the same spot the whole time. He was being tickled to tears, and yet he loved it. He loved every second of it.

The tickling continued for a few more minutes before Hyunjin finally let Changbin up, allowing him to catch his breathe. “Oh my gosh….that was….amazing..” the rapper admitted, his face red and his cheeks stained with tears.

Hyunjin grinned, pleased with his work once again. Oh, how fun it was to tickle his bandmates. After calming down, the pair decided to order some food for themselves. The intense tickle session had exhausted Changbin, so Hyunjin figured he needed a bite to eat.

When it was time for them to go to bed, Changbin looked over at his already sleeping bandmate on the other bed next to his, already excited for what was about to come the next day.

[kourtniwritesagain]

Make Your Move (Updated 07/18/2023)

A/N: I wrote this a million years ago, but it’s probably the most reblogged/liked story I ever wrote. The blog I wrote it on (thatkourtnichik) has been deactivated for a while. I’ve tweaked a few things in this story and corrected some previous errors. 

“You sure you’re feeling alright?” Will Solace asked Nico di Angelo for the hundredth time.

“Yes.” Nico replied with an eye roll.

He just finished up his prison sentence third day in the infirmary and was currently trying to be alone with his thoughts outside. Of course, Will and his ‘sparkling’ personality had to invade his time alone (and his thoughts and his dreams…).

“Maybe another day—”

“You said three days, Solace,” Nico interrupted, pointing a finger at the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy. “I did my time.”

Will snorted. “You make it sound like a prison sentence.”

“Your words.”

“Hey, believe it or not, I actually know what I’m talking about.” Will replied, nudging Nico with his shoulder. “You know, since I’m ‘special’ and what not.”

Now it was Nico’s turn to snort. “Is that what we’re calling it now? No more half-blood’s, we’re all just special?”

Will chuckled. “It’s less of a mouthful.” 

Nico rolled his eyes and ducked his head to hide his grin.

“Well…look at that, the son of Hades knows how to smile.”

Nico looked up to scoff at the older boy, but he found himself lost in the brilliant sunny smile that was on Will’s face. Nico swallowed slowly and felt heat rise to his face.

“And blushes too…hmm…interesting.” Will’s sunny smile quickly turned smug. Nico pushed at his shoulder, making Will laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?” Nico asked.

“A few times,” answered Will. “But mostly I get stunning and talented.”

“What about stubborn, aggravating, insufferable, irritating—”

“That’s a lot of adjectives.”

Nico stopped mid-rant and, this time, couldn’t stop the smile on his face. Will Solace had a way of making Nico think differently…to feel differently as well. The son of Hades had been so focused on Percy and what he thought were true feelings for the other boy that he hadn’t been able to see that there were other possibilities for companionship…for love.

Not that he loved Will.

Because he didn’t.

Not at all.

“There’s that smile again! You should do that more often you know,” said Will. “You’re whole face is like…brightening.”

“Yeah well…don’t get used to it.” Nico replied. “I can’t stay out of my brooding cloud for too long. It gets lonely.”

Will laughed at that, and Nico thought that it was a very nice sound.

“I’m sure it’ll survive without you.” Will told him.

“I dunno…everyone’s got their thing and the brooding cloud is apparently mine. I mean, where would we be without Percy’s sass? Or Annabeth’s lack of tact? Or without your pigheadedness—oof!”

Will tackled Nico to the ground and had him pinned on his back. Nico looked incredulously up at the boy and felt his jaw open slightly, shocked at how easily he was taken down.

“You know, some people don’t like to be insulted di Angelo.” Will said, grinning mischievously at him.

“Is that so?” Nico asked, feigning arrogance. “Well, maybe some people just don’t appreciate honesty?”

Will narrowed his eyes adorably (Nico so did not just think that). “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

Nico shrugged, tugging lightly at his hands, which were pinned underneath Will’s knees. “A little funny, yeah.”

“I’ll give you something to laugh at,” said Will as he brought his hands up and settled them over Nico’s ribs. “Tell me, oh powerful and dark and brooding son of Hades, are you…ticklish?”

Nico gasped and then squirmed slightly as Will started drumming his fingers lightly against his rib cage. “What?”

“Are you ticklish? It’s a common trait among humans, and half-bloods. too, as far as I know. You know, being a ‘doctor’ and all I know which spots to avoid…or torture ruthlessly.”

Nico glared up at him. “Don’t even think about it, Solace.”

Will smirked and dug into Nico’s rib cage, making the other boy bark out a laugh. Of course, Nico di Angelo was stubborn and soon clamped his mouth shut, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Oh don’t think I’m going to be going easy on you!” Will laughed, wiggling his fingers in between Nico’s rib cage.

Nico tried desperately not to laugh. He hadn’t been tickled in years. The last person to even try had been his sister. Ever since he arrived at Camp, there hadn’t exactly been any time for rest and relaxation. Plus, no one really liked him anyways…well, Will insisted people wanted to befriend him, but Nico had been used to isolating himself and never really got too close to anyone. Plus, he enjoyed his personal space.

Not that Will cared…obviously.

“D-Dohohon’t!” Nico giggled. Ugh. Giggled. How embarrassing!

“You know, if you tell me your worst spot, this’ll be over a lot quicker.” Will told him, moving his hands up Nico’s rib cage and digging into his under arms.

“No! Nonono!” Nico shouted, tugging desperately at his arms to free them. Unfortunately, he had no luck and his strength was being sapped from all the effort he was putting into not laughing.

“Underarms? That’s a hot spot for a lot of people, but I’m guessing this isn’t the spot, am I right?” Will asked, grinning like a fool as he clawed his hands, vibrating them quickly and sending ticklish jolts all throughout Nico’s body. Small huffs of laughter were starting to spill from Nico’s lips, which of course only encouraged Will.

"I wanna hear some good ol’ fashioned belly laughter!” Will stated and decided to move his hands to Nico’s stomach.

And that’s when the dam broke.

“NohohOHOHO! No! WILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Jackpot!” Will crowed and then proceeded to wreak absolute havoc on Nico’s sensitive tummy.

Nico cackled like a mad man as his stomach was poked, prodded, tweaked, and tortured. Apparently, his stomach was his weak spot, and Will hadn’t been kidding when he said he knew how to torture ruthlessly. Nico’s thin shirt offered very little protection, not that it mattered because the blonde menace was currently pulling it up to get at his sensitive skin.

“WIHIHIHILL! STAHAHAP!” Nico begged, a helpless grin on his face and tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes. Will was making nonsensical patterns all over his stomach, stroking softly and slowly, making Nico shiver.

“You have a very nice laugh. You should laugh more often, ya know?”

“PleHEHEHEASE! I-I can’t TAHAHAHAKE IT!” Nico tried to convince him.

“Oh, you’re taking it just fine!” Will replied cheerfully.

“I wihihihill SEND AHAHA MILLION ZOHOHOHOMBIES i-into yOUR CAHAHABIN! I SWEHEHEHEAR!”

“Meh, zombies aren’t that scary. Besides, hearing you laugh and seeing you smile is more than worth it.” Will replied with a wink.

Nico was thankful that his face was already beet red from laughing so that Will couldn’t tell just how hard he was blushing.

“You know, I’ve heard raspberries are like, the worst feeling for people who are super ticklish on their stomachs.”

“NOHOHO!” Nico protested, but then Will was leaning his head down and there was no stopping him. Nico shrieked and dissolved into deep laughter as Will blew a wet and messy and ticklish raspberry on his belly.

“WIHIHIHIHILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Nico begged as Will continued to deliver raspberry after raspberry.

Nico was drumming his heels into the dirt before he finally gave up and went limp, head thrown back and eyes closed as he gave in to the ticklish sensations.

That is until he felt a pair of lips press against his own.

Nico’s eyes went wide just as Will pulled back and beamed down at him.

“You have a very nice laugh.” Will said softly.

“So you’ve said…” Nico replied breathlessly, both from the tickling attack and the shock at having just been kissed.

“C’mon, dinner is almost ready.” Will got off of him and offered him a hand.

“What was—” Nico cut himself off and blushed furiously as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“The kiss?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. “Well, you just looked so adorable, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…”

“No.” Nico replied softly.

“No, what?”

“No, it didn't make me uncomfortable.”

Will grinned. “So, I can do it again?”

Nico nodded and smiled back but then quickly scowled. “But if you tickle me again, I will end you, Solace.”

Will laughed. “Duly noted, di Angelo.”

Will grabbed Nico’s hand, and Nico had never felt so happy in all of his life.