#tickling fic

[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.

[hotwritergf]

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.

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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.” 

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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.

[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"

[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.

[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.

[guppygiggles]

Like Real People Do, Part 10! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Following their mid-day nap, Casper wakes up in the middle of the night. Going back to sleep becomes a struggle thanks to Avery. Some promises are hard to keep, but maybe they can meet halfway?

☁️ Warnings: A bit of tickling/tickly language. Very suggestive, 18+ only.

☁️ Word Count: 1.5k

☁️ Author’s Note: Intentionally short; I like building tension, but not just for the sake of it, and any more would have felt performative to me. This is going where you think it's going (and there will be so... so much tickling when we get there, don't even get me started.)

Avery's bedroom was dark when I awoke. My hands instinctively groped for the edge of the quilt only to find that I was already covered by it, the room was just freezing. I curled into a shivering ball, pulling my knees up and tucking my thighs against my belly, feeling my toes touch Avery's back. No relief there, though - the back of his shirt was cool as ever, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing as he slept. Closing my eyes, I tried to match my breathing to his, hoping to trick my body into falling back asleep. Waves crashing against the lighthouse’s tiny landing didn't drown out the gentle thrumming of rain, and such sounds would have normally been a potent lullaby for me, but the chill creeping into my bones demanded to be felt above them all. 

I considered my options. 

I could get an extra blanket, though I wasn't sure where Avery's linen closet was. I hadn't seen any random-looking doors in any of the stairwells. Maybe in the bathroom? I thought about the trip there, walking barefoot in nothing but my T-shirt and boxers down the flight of frigid metal stairs. My toes curled in protest. Scratch that option. 

Avery disdained any kind of nonrenewable energy source, so while I knew he had some sort of furnace in both his kitchen and his living room, I also knew they were solar powered somehow and I didn't know how they worked. I dryly supposed that if I survived until morning, I would ask him to show me. 

I sighed slowly through my nose, opening my eyes to stare at the back of Avery's head as it was smushed into his cloud-like pillow. He was cold, but maybe cuddling would help a little? At least I would die happy…? I didn't want to wake him up, but maybe if I was careful… 

Scooting gingerly, I looped my arm over Avery's side, letting my hand rest on his soft belly as I nuzzled my forehead between his shoulder blades. He stirred, stroking a clumsy hand down my forearm and holding mine once he reached it. 

“Dewdrop…?” 

A twinge of guilt; I shouldn’t have disturbed him. 

“Shh, go back to sleep. It's still dark.” 

“You’re freezing...” 

He rolled over, eyes barely open as his palm found my face, thumb stroking my cheek. The chill of his hand made me shudder, but my heart melted as I watched him blink away sleep, his visage all innocence and vulnerability with his glasses off. 

“Y-yeah, it's a bit cold in here.” 

“Come here, I'll warm you up.” He opened his arms for me. 

My brow creased, “I'm not sure that's going to work…?” I shuffled closer anyway, inching down his body, as to not assault him with my stale breath in his face. Maybe he was too sleepy to remember his body couldn't warm mine? His arms pulled me against him almost possessively, pressing me into his cold, pillowy body. I blushed a little as my head rested against his chest. 

“Just trust me,” he whispered, lips nuzzling my hair. 

It was quiet for a moment, and then a sound like my electric kettle emanated from Avery's body, making his skin hum with a building vibration. Slowly but surely, a warmth bloomed against my back, spreading from Avery's middle to the rest of his body. I lowered my knees, pressing the soles of my feet against the growing warmth of his legs as I let out a groan of relief. He never ceased to amaze me with the things he was able to do. 

“How are you doing that…?” I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his fingers. 

“Mmmn… Magic…” 

I giggled. “Magic” was what Avery said when he was too tired or too busy to explain something scientific, particularly his physiology, Cirropian gadgets, or his homeland itself. 

“I know that's not trueee,” I lilted quietly, reaching up to stroke my fingertip across the silky underside of his head. 

Avery snorted and giggled, tucking his head down. Instead of grabbing my fingers, though, he retaliated with a gentle tweaking to my unprotected side. 

My arm immediately snapped down as my knees came up, barking a surprised laugh as I curled into a ball like a rollie pollie. My fingers and toes tingled as the warmth of his body began to dethaw them; it was strange to feel Avery moving against me without his characteristic chill, but I had to admit, the warmth was healing… and it seemed to have made me more sensitive somehow, too. 

“Be careful… If you keep fussing, you’ll wake up the tickle monster,” he threatened sleepily, his hand slipping under my T-shirt to rub my belly. 

The squeak that came out of my mouth was almost inhuman as my stomach clenched beneath his huge palm; insurance, I guessed, but that warmth… Ohhh, it was heaven… I couldn't help but fidget, nestling my body back against his until there were no gaps between us, and then I knew we had left the timeline where I would go back to sleep. 

Avery's hand stroked my belly in lazy, circular motions, pausing occasionally to give a gentle squeeze. I was embarrassed how little it took to… distract me, and I tried to ignore it, but my fluttering heart would not be still, the warmth he'd ignited in my belly refused to cool. I sighed, yearning, blushing and unbearably human, but we hadn't gotten to that point, yet… and I was resolved to take things at his pace, as I'd promised. I closed my eyes dutifully; I would lie there quietly until morning if I had to. 

The rubbing continued, slow and gentle, for a while longer before Avery was still, his breath against my hair coming in regular succession once again. I had to admit I hated that he stopped, but I was relieved that he was able to go back to sleep, at least. 

What followed was an eternity of stillness, while Avery's body slowly lost heat until he lay cool and soft against my back. Apparently, whatever mechanism allowed him to warm his body only worked when he was awake. I shivered. I whimpered. I checked the time; it was three in the morning, and I was weak. Very weak, especially since I was cold again. My toes curled again as I thought about the unforgiving metal stairs, but they were just gonna have to take one for the team. I carefully slid out from under Avery's arm, crawling to the edge of the bed and getting up. I stole a pair of boxers and a clean shirt out of Avery's tidy dresser, then made for the door. 

“Where are you going…?” 

I winced, although the sound of his voice told me he’d been awake for a while… and his tone was far from critical. Rather, I thought, it betrayed a wisp of longing. 

“To take a shower… I can't sleep.”

There was a pause, and then:

“Would you like some company?” 

The same feeling as before - like a sucker punch, only now that I was standing, my weak knees were more of an issue. I stumbled a bit. A ticker-tape parade of questions exploded in my mind; I grasped the one that seemed most important. 

“Are you awake enough…?” 

I didn't expect it to happen like this. 

“Yes.” 

But I also didn't believe in “planning” special moments, especially intimate ones; in my opinion, the best experiences always happened organically. But what if Avery felt differently…? 

“Are you sure you want to do this now?” 

I thought about all the parts of my body that Avery hadn't seen, especially the parts that were freckled with self-inflicted scars, partially from acne, but mostly from picking. 

“If you are, then yes.”

I let a long silence fall between us as I thought hard. I felt sure that Avery would accept whatever I looked like, but while I was far from a traditionalist in terms of chastity, it was important to me that we were both in the right mind for such an experience. I was tired, but I was certainly well awake… especially after that conversation. 

I hadn't even heard him get up, but before I could speak again, Avery's arms encircled me from behind. I jumped slightly, then leaned back against him, goosebumps rising on my arms from the chill of his body.

“Don’t feel pressured to be ready,” he said tenderly, kissing my hair. 

“I am ready, though,” I turned in the dark, hugging him back and nuzzling into his chest, “I'm ready. Really, I promise.” 

He held me there in silence for a moment, then I felt him move away, followed by an arm behind my knees. I gasped as he lifted and cradled me against him, heading for the stairs.

“Can’t let your little toes freeze on the way down, hm?” He cooed, nuzzling me again. “Goodness, you're freezing… Please forgive me, I'll make sure to put a heater in my room.” 

I tried to hide it, but it was true… My teeth were starting to chatter. 

“Let’s just s-start with the shower,” I said, shivering in his arms. 

He chuckled sympathetically, “Coming right up.” 

[bunnis-monsters]

Just find it so cute when a puppy!hybrid does something wrong so they roll onto their back and expose their belly hoping you’ll forgive them by showing submission…

And it’s hard to stay mad at them when they’re making kneading motions in the air and giving you those puppy dog eyes… but fortunately you’re a human, not a hybrid, and those puppy mannerisms only get them so far.

So you get on top and punish them with blowing raspberries on their belly, keeping them pinned under you. They yelp and squeal, kicking their legs and letting out little barks until you pull away, satisfied.

“Stop chewing up my stuff, pup. You know better. Next time, I’ll bite you too.”

But this just makes them all horny, feeling hot and bothered at your asserting yourself…

[kourtniwritesagain]

Too Good to Be Part Two

A/N: Here’s the second part to the Too Good to Be series! There’s one more installment, which I’ll probably post within the next week or so. Part 3 is the longest of all, but I’m tinkering with it still. Hope you enjoy part 2! Also, only seven more days until the movie!!!!! 

There is only one week left of their two-week vacation, and Alex was dreading not seeing Henry every day. Living in two different countries…two different continents, really fucking sucked. Alex wants to make the most of the last seven days he has with Henry. Currently, they’re lounging in a hammock not far from the shore of the lake; Cash not too far from them, but allowing them to have privacy. June and Nora are in the cabin. Alex’s dad is getting more groceries. They’re planning on steaks and potatoes tonight for supper. They’re lounging in the hammock, Henry’s reading a book while idly playing with the hair at the nape of Alex’s neck. Alex tries his hardest to suppress the shivers with each passing stroke. It’s hard, though. And Alex knows that Henry knows because Henry, the dick, is smirking. 

“Something wrong?” Henry asks, looking down at Alex. 

“You’re a dick.” Alex tells him. 

Henry chuckles, a low sound in his throat that makes Alex want to bring out more of those noises…just not at his own expense. 

“It’s only fair I get a little revenge.” Henry replies. “You tortured me a few nights ago.” 

“You loved it.”

Henry says nothing, but Alex looks up at him and can see him blushing prettily. 

“Can’t even deny it, can you?” Alex teases. 

He gets a sharp, ticklish pinch to the nape of his neck for that. 

“HENry!” Alex let out a yelp, his shoulders scrunching up. 

“Be nice, or else there’s more where that came from.” Henry says. 

“You don’t wanna start this with me.” Alex warns as he tries to wriggle out of the hammock. 

“You’re disturbing my reading!” Henry shouts, trying to stay in the hammock. However, Alex has it spinning, and the men fall out, hitting the grass below. Alex fell on top of Henry with an ‘oof’. 

Henry looks stunned for all of three seconds before he narrows his eyes. “You’re in serious trouble.” 

Alex scrambles away and starts running. Cash barely glances his way. He looks utterly bored as Alex runs up to him. 

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"I am paid to protect you from outside threats, not your own stupidity." Cash yawns as he turns a page in the book he’s reading. 

"You're the worst bodyguard ever."

“He’s right behind you.” Cash tells him. 

Alex turns around, and, sure enough, Henry is standing there, looking down at him (damn those extra four inches). 

“Alex.” Henry greets.

“Dick Head.” Alex returns.

Henry tilts his head. “You really have no self-preservation, do you?” 

“I’ve been told that a time or two,” says Alex. “I’ve also been told I’m extremely attractive as well.” 

Henry rolls his eyes, but then grabs Alex by the waist and tackles him to the ground. 

“I’m heading to the porch,” says Cash. “Don’t kill him.”

“Dude! Do your duty to your country and help me from this foreign threat!” Alex is grappling with Henry now, but he’s at a disadvantage as he’s underneath Henry. And Henry plays Polo regularly. He trains for it. And Alex…well, he hits the gym, but it seems like that’s not enough because his hands are pinned with one of Henry’s and despite his tugging, Henry isn’t budging. 

“I know your neck isn’t your only ticklish spot,” Henry says casually. “But I’m unsure of what your other ticklish spots are.” 

“Baby, please!” 

“Pet names will, how did you put it last week, get you nowhere.” Henry responds, but he’s blushing. 

“You’re blushing.” Alex tells him, hoping to distract him somewhat. 

“And you’re about to be laughing.” And with that, Henry is tickling the left side of Alex’s ribs. 

Alex can’t even hold anything in. His ribs are easily his most ticklish spot. He bucks sharply, laughter immediately pouring from his mouth. 

“Hehehenry!” 

“Oh my lord, I had no idea you were this ticklish. Are your ribs your worst spot or something?” 

“Yehes!” Alex laughs, big belly laughter pouring out. He’s tugging furiously on his arms now, trying to protect his ribs as his shirt does nothing to help protect him from the ticklish jolts shooting through his body. Henry is kind of really good at tickling. It’s disconcerting for Alex because he knows his boyfriend isn’t going to be stopping any time soon. 

“This is brilliant.” Henry grins. 

Alex opens his mouth to curse at him again, but Henry hits this spot on his higher ribs that’s right underneath his underarm, and Alex lets out a very high-pitched (and slightly embarrassing) laugh. Alex finally frees his arms and crashes them down to his sides. Henry is undeterred; however, and just worms his other hand to mirror the one currently destroying Alex’s dignity. 

“Shihit!” Alex is laughing hysterically and trying to squirm away. Henry is wiggling a finger or two in between each rib as he concentrates on that awful spot on both sides of his ribs now. The tickling is intense yet gentle. Henry’s not digging in terribly, there’s no pain to it, which can happen with tickling sometimes. Instead, he’s all fingers and scritches and absolute destruction as he works his way up and down Alex’s ribs. 

“How were you able to hide this from me for so long?” Henry asks. “You’re a tickling menace, and my attempts at retaliation usually go sour.”

Alex is trying to gain the upperhand, but he’s losing. Every time he raises his arms to grab Henry’s, the stupidly attractive prince scrabbles his fingers into Alex’s underarms. Henry hasn’t moved away from Alex’s ribs except to hit his underarms. It’s wholly unbearable, and Alex is ready to beg for mercy. Having his most ticklish spot unceasingly wrecked for almost four minutes now (it seems like an hour), is getting to him. 

“Plehehehease! Enough with the rihihibs!” Alex begs. Henry slows his hands, but doesn’t stop tickling. 

“I’ve half a mind to completely ignore that request,” Henry tells him. “However, you saying ‘please’ is something I could get used to.” Henry’s hands move to Alex’s stomach, clawing lightly at the soft spot beneath his belly button. 

“Th-That’s nohot much better!” Alex gets out through his giggles. He’s trying to curl up and protect his stomach, but Henry simply readjusts himself on top of Alex each time. 

“I’m not trying to make it better.” Henry retorts. Alex glances up at him, eyes full of tears of laughter, and even though he’s being tortured, he can’t help but get a trill in his stomach (not due to the tickling) as he views at the gorgeousness that is His Royal Highness. It still shocks Alex that Henry is here...that he fought for Alex...fought for each other.

"Henry, baby, please!"

"You haven't asked me to stop...maybe someone else enjoys this." Henry tells him, still lightly tickling Alex's stomach.

"Sohoho what?" Alex retorts. "T-Tihihickling's fun!"

And it is. Alex isn't shy about it. He loves to tickle people, and he loves to be tickled. He and June had epic tickle fights when they were growing up. Nora wasn't super ticklish, but when they were together (and when they weren't) they, too, had tickle fights. June and Nora often teamed up on Alex, but he didn't mind.

Henry blushes when Alex says the word 'tickling'. His boyfriend enjoyed tickling even more so than Alex, but there was something that held him hostage to slight embarrassment. He was also just a super easy person to fluster. Flustering Henry was Alex's number one job.

Henry finally stops his attack, leans down, and kisses Alex. It's a soft kiss, a slow one. It makes Alex reach up for Henry's head to hold him against his lips. He feels Henry grin before the prince wiggles fingers on his ribs again. Alex barks out a laugh and grabs at Henry's waist, digging his fingers into Henry's hips. Henry immediately falls backwards and laughs.

"Don't forget, you're more ticklish than I am." Alex tells him as he offers his hand to lift Henry to his feet.

"You never let me forget, so I've no doubt I won't." Henry tells him wryly.

Alex pecks Henry's cheeks right as Alex's dad pulls in. "C'mon, let's help the old man with the groceries."

Henry nods and grabs Alex's hand as they walk towards the car.

"By the way, Cash, I'm totally going to get you fired." Alex throws to the Secret Serviceman.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, kid."

Henry laughs, and Alex flips Cash off. There's no heat behind the gesture. And once more, Alex is so thankful for the life he's living.

[ticklishlersworld]

Everyone has a weakness…

(Idk who the artist is)