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Technical Difficulties

Day 11: Squeal, Ler!Asmo, Lee!Simeon (please do not ship them)

(Photogenic sweets, banners by @/momsagainstinternetuse-archive)

Summary: Simeon is trying to set up his Devilgram account, enlisting Asmodeus for help. It seems to be more than a simple fix however, but Asmo is more than happy to give it a makeover!

Warnings: none, just fluffy tickles!

“Oh dear. This won’t do at all,” Asmo muttered, legs crossed and brows furrowed as he scrolled through the sparse contents of Simeon’s Devilgram page. After a lot of pushing and meddling from Solomon and Luke, the angel had enlisted his help in the world of social media, wanting to make a good impression on the Devildom during his time stationed there. But, the numerous typos, blurred pictures, and a profile picture of his eye were not helping.

“How did you manage to mark yourself as a business? I thought you didn’t know how to work the settings!” Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated and confused.

“Don’t ask me! Maybe Luke messed with it? I mean… it isn’t that bad, is it?”

Asmo turned to him, Simeon’s puppy dog eyes on full display. He sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, comforting, but Simeon knew he meant business. “It’s not the worst I’ve seen. You just need a little refresh! A little… shaping! To the salon!” Simeon was quickly tugged up the stairs and into Asmo’s room, disappearing behind an ornate pink door.

Asmo flicked on a string of fairy lights and dimmed the overhead ones, clearing his desk.

“We’re having an intervention! Via photoshoot! I’m going to rework your page and make you the most savvy angel in the Devildom!” He exclaimed with stars in his eyes, pulling out a box of shawls and a feather boa from his closet.

“I… well- I appreciate the sentiment, but isn’t this too much?” Simeon muttered, a bit scattered by Asmo’s burst of energy. Asmo grabbed his arm and pulled him over to the vanity, shoving a big fluffy brush in his face and patting his face with loose powder. In a matter of minutes, Simeon’s natural features were enhanced by the light touch of highlighter and the shiny gloss Asmo had applied to his lips.

The demon stepped back, admiring his work, snapping his fingers. “Alright! Phase two!” Asmo set his phone up on a small tripod, a ring light shining in Simeon’s eyes. How much effort was this going to take?

He stood there awkwardly, arms rigid at his sides, smiling brightly at the camera. Asmo frowned, “Simi, you gotta be more fluid! Act like an actual living angel! Not a statue!”

He fussed around Simeon, putting arms into place, adjusting his posture, before hurrying back over to the camera. It reminded the angel of a movie director, making sure everything was as it should be. But it seemed that Asmo’s corrections weren’t sticking.

“Natural! Try not to be so stiff! Here-”

Asmo sauntered up behind him, humming and grabbing Simeon’s exposed hips. “Now, turn this way, and- oh? What was that?”

A very girlish squeak reverberated through Asmo’s room, the high ceilings making it bounce around like bells. Did.. did that sound come from him?

Asmo experimentally shifted his fingers to the inside of Simeon’s hip dips, making the angel squirm out of his grasp with a yelp. Oh no.

Now, Simeon had known Asmo for a long time. He knew this look. The playful eyes under his long lashes, the innocent smile on his pink lips, and his twitching hands hanging daintily by his sides. This, was no longer Asmodeus. The ruthless tickle monster that teased, cooed, and fawned over its victims had fallen to the Devildom as well.

“Are you still ticklish after all these years, Simeon?” Asmo questioned, slowly walking towards him. He was practically beaming, his nails glinting in the light. His long, very tickly looking nails.

“Ah, Asmodeus, I- ahahaha! Wahahait!”

Those nails were now skittering around Simeon’s hips, making the Angel squirm and jolt away from Asmo. “Awh! This still gets you, doesn’t it? I remember your hips being bad, doesn’t make sense why you keep them on display all the time, hm?”

Simeon was trying his best to avoid the delicate camera setup, but failed, falling to the ground beside it. “Asmo! There’s no need to do something this childish! We’re civil, mature, angels and demons are we not?” His flushed cheeks were not helping the situation.

“Oh? But I remember differently, dear~ I remember you loooved to tickle me and my brothers in the Celestial Realm! You were always too strong for me to properly get you back, but now…” Asmo smirked, placing his nails on Simeon’s sides. “Now, I have the upper hand!”

Simeon was thrown into laughter again when he started raking up and down his ribs and sides, kneading into his hips for good measure. “Ahahahasmohohoho! I’m sohohohoreehehee!” He was squirming back and forth, trying to escape tickles on both sides, but Asmodeus saw a golden opportunity.

“Gotcha~” he purred as he pinned Simeon on his stomach. “You really do love exposing your worst spots don’t you? I remember you used to go wild when Lucifer got you here,” he reminisced as he traced under Simeon’s shoulder blades.

“WAihAIhit nOhoHO-” Simeon let out a surprisingly angelic screech and tried to bat at the demon’s hands, but no luck. “Your wings… they should be abouuuut…” Asmo mumbled to himself while Simeon squealed and kicked his legs.

“NAHAHAHA AHAHAHASMOHOHODEHEHUS-”

“There we go! I found them! And what have I told you about calling me Asmo~?” He kneaded gently at the two ribs under Simeon’s shoulderblades, close to his spine, where his wings would be if they were in the Celestial Realm. His wings had always been a death spot, one he was glad still brought out the brightest cackles from the angel.

Simeon had gone boneless, completely lost in laughter. It was something he missed, honestly. Camaraderie with his brothers had always been something he valued, and since coming to the Devildom, he had made it a mission to gain it back. This was not the most conventional way of doing it, sure, but Asmo was obviously having lots of fun. And maybe Simeon was too.

The demon giggled along with the angel, slowing down his tickles. Letting Simeon get up, he gave one last scribble to his neck, making him scrunch cutely.

“Dahahawwww! Look at you! That’s what I wanted to see! You’re practically glowing!” Asmo grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of the giggly angel.

Simeon caught his breath and blinked, leaning over the phone. “How did it turn out?”

“Soooooooooo cute!” Asmo squealed, hugging him tight. “We need to make this your profile picture! Oh! And we can go get dessert to celebrate my success! Simeon and Asmo-chan lunch date, I’ll get so many followers!”

Suddenly, Simeon was being whisked away again, but he didn’t mind. His online presence didn’t matter to him, what mattered was spending time with his once-brother, even if it did mean future tickle attacks.

note: this is a reupload due to an error in the posting, oops

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Can you imagine.

Can you imagine if you needed help learning something and remembering it for an exam and you asked them for help. They helped you, obviously but then after you thought you guys were done they gently push you down on the bed and tease your death spot with scratches whilst they ask you questions about the subject. Each time you say “i don’t know” or “i don’t remember” they reply with “lets see if this will help you remember, hm?” And go slightly faster.

Anyway, how was your day, hm?

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TickleTober Day 11 : Pumpkin

Characters: Solomon & Simeon (or romantic if you want to see it that way)

Warnings: Nah

Pairing key: & = platonic, x = romantic!

Solomon can't cook for shit but his cooking always has magical powers for some reason...? At least that's what I remember when I played this game LOL

“Oh, come on Simeon, trust me! This will be the best pumpkin pie you have ever tasted!”

Solomon grinned happily, stirring the… “food” he was trying to make. Simeon could only look on in horror as it began to turn a dark purple colour.

“Hey… why don’t we let Luke do the Halloween baking? You know he would uh… love the opportunity to improve!”

The angel was nervous. Why did Diavolo allow Solomon to join the cooking team for the upcoming Halloween celebration!? Simeon needed to come up with some sort of way to save everyone.

"Hmph... I can help too you know!"

Ah, everyone was doomed.

Later that evening, Solomon and Simeon had finished up their duties. After completing his pumpkin pie, the human had left to go set up all the tables, thankfully not cooking anything else. Simeon felt bad, he could see Solomon was proud of it, but there was no way he could let anyone, not even Beel, eat it.

But maybe it was okay? What if the pie was not toxic despite its looks? Maybe he could sneak a taste…

And sneak a taste he did, Simeon gently took a piece of the whipped cream, or at least that’s what he thought it was, and licked it off his finger.”

“Huh… this is quite nice… wait what!?”

Did he just think it tasted nice? No no this has to be some trick.

Simeon tried another little bit of the cream, and it did in fact taste nice.

“Ah Simeon! What are you doing!?” Solomon caught the angel red handed.

Simeon turned his head around and stared wide eyed - oh. He can feel it now. There was something wrong with the pie after all, and it was not the taste. It was the weird powers Solomon’s food always came with.

“Solomon…” The brunette couldn’t fight it now.

“What? What has gotten into you? First you start eating my pie and now you are looking at me funny…” He pouted.

The urge was overwhelming despite only having a small piece - “I am going to tickle you.”

“Huh-HEY!” Solomon cried out as Simeon punched on him, wrestling to pin his arms up.

“I’m sorry… it must be done… I must tickle you…”

“Wait wait what why!? Aaah!!! S-Simeohohon!”

Simeon successfully managed to pin the white haired boy's arms up with one hand and used the other to poke his exposed armpits to see if he was ticklish.

“Oho? What do we have here?”

“Ahahah! What are you doooihihihing! Stahahaap!”

“I cannot, I just… have this awful urge to tickle you… I blame whatever weird things you put into that pie or yours!”

“I-I didn’t do anythihihihiiing I sweahahahahahar! Aaack!! Simeon!!”

The brunette had let go of his arms now and dove both hands into his armpits, causing Solomon to throw his head back with even more laughter.

“HAHAHAAH SIHIHIHIHIMEOHOHOHON!!! THAT'S MY WEAK SPOT HAHAHAHA!!!”

“Excellent… heh, seeing you like this is quite amusing my friend~ You’re always so sly, maybe this will knock you down a peg.”

Simeon smiled, almost maniacally, as the white haired boy continued to squirm under him.

“D-Don’t make me call Asmo hahahahaha!!!”

“I think Asmo would love to join me~”

“Nohohohoo!!!”

“What’s this about me~?”

Simeon stopped tickling as soon as the familiar voice of Asmodaeus was heard behind him.

“Are you playing tickles without me~ How could you!” Asmo pouted.

“Uh… hey Asmo…” Solomon gulped nervously.

“Asmodaeus… please try some of Solomon’s pumpkin pie… and tell me what you think… I just tried some right now and I need someone else to test this…”

Simeon noticed as the fifth born looked terrified at the idea of eating Solomon’s cooking, but the fact that someone else had already tried it and was living in front of him to tell the tale made him curious.

He approached and also swiped a bit of whipped cream from the pie, licking his finger in curiosity. “Huh… why is this good… I don’t see what the big deal is- oh.”

Asmo stared at Solomon and Simeon on the ground, the human looking up in fear. “Ohh~ Hehe… I see now Simeon… I too have this strong desire to just tickle my dear Solomon… perhaps we should continue together~?”

“Wait… no… please Asmo NOHOHOHOOO!!!!”

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hii !! can i have some lee!geto from jjk please? ur writing is amazing and i’d love to see how u write him as a lee, thank u <3

a/n: Hii, thank you so much for the compliment and the request! :) It took me a while to come up with an idea, but I hope you like it. Happy day10 of tickletober everyone! <3

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Worth the trouble

Jujutsu Kaisen

(Lee Geto, Ler Gojo)

summary: This fic is played in the time of the hidden inventory arc. Gojo visits Geto in the infirmary after a mission they both came back harmed from. As they joke about it, Gojo unintentionally discovers something new about his friend.

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It was far too early when Gojo shuffled along the corridor, the echo of his footsteps softly reverberating through the otherwise empty space. Dawn was well underway and the first sounds of people getting up and starting their day could be heard whenever he passed an open window.

Lifting a hand to his mouth to suppress yet another yawn, he scowled at the bandage Shoko had wrapped around his arm. Beneath the itchy fabric there were a couple of ointment-treated cuts and bruises that would need to stay covered for at least another day. Or so Shoko claimed.

If it were up to him, Gojo would have ripped that stupid thing off the moment he left the infirmary. But knowing him, Shoko had threatened to redo the bandage with the itchiest tape she had and to strap him down on one of the infirmary’s beds until it had healed if she caught him removing it before it was time. There was absolutely no doubt she would go through with this threat, so Gojo did his best to ignore the discomfort. At least he tried. Not even sleeping had provided enough of a distraction, though. So, here he was, scratching at his arm and making his way to where Geto was currently staying and quite possibly still sleeping. Well, not for much longer. It had been a couple of hours since he’s last annoyed his best friend, it was about time he let him have part of his suffering.

“Good morning!” Gojo called, as he pushed open the door to the room.

Geto groaned and placed an arm over his eyes as Gojo flicked on the light switch.

“Didn’t your mother teach you to knock?” Geto muttered.

“Of course, why?” Gojo answered, pulling up the room’s only chair to the bed and slumping down on it with his arms draped over the backrest.

“Why indeed,” Geto mumbled and sighed.

His entire left arm was wrapped up in a similar fashion to Gojo’s and the blanket was kicked back far enough to reveal the bandages around his waist and most of the lower half of his torso. The black robe he openly wore on top stood in stark contrast to the white wrapping.

“Have you come to complain about how bad your arm is itching?” Geto asked when he noticed his stare. “Don’t tell me you have a decent reason to wake me this early.”

Gojo snorted. “I swear, Shoko’s bandages keep getting itchier.”

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time.”

Geto chuckled. “Couldn’t sleep, eh?”

“I tried,” Gojo whined. “But there’s a bruise on my shoulder that’s uncomfortable to lie on and nothing else was comfortable.”

“Now, that sounds truly awful,” Geto said, but there was a smile in his voice.

“Could be worse. I could be mummified like a certain someone who let himself be clawed half to death by a curse yesterday.”

Geto gave him a look. “Look who’s talking.”

“It’s just my arm, though,” Gojo muttered, but he wasn’t really paying attention as the memories of the previous day came flashing back.

Geto and him had been on a mission in order to retrieve a cursed object, nothing too serious. But then a second grade curse had made an appearance, and even though they could technically handle those, it had managed to take them by surprise. Once they were aware of the curse’s presence and ready to fight, it was easy to exorcise, but they’d both taken hits first. And while Gojo got away mostly unscarred, Geto had taken a more serious blow. The image of the slash across Geto’s stomach forced itself back into his mind and Gojo shivered.

“For crying out loud, Satoru,” Geto sighed, “I’m fine. We didn’t pay attention, a curse caught us by surprise, we dealt with it and live to learn from our carelessness. Won’t happen again. You can stop worrying about me now.”

“Pfft, I’m not worried about you,” Gojo lied. “I’m worried about my poor back if I ever have to carry your heavy ass away from a fight like this again.”

“Eh?!” Geto asked, disbelief edging his voice. “You were leaning onto me as much as I did onto you when we stumbled out of that building.”

A smile crept on Gojo’s face. “Yes, but you’re still heavier than me.”

Geto snorted out a chuckle. “I believe the word you’re looking for is muscular, you arrogant little toothpick.”

“The toothpick still managed to get out of the way in time, unlike his immobile log of a friend,” Gojo retorted, grinning now.

“If I remember correctly, that’s because the curse grabbed you and flung you halfway across the room like a rag doll, you moron,” Geto answered, flicking a finger against his forehead.

“That’s still better than having your stomach slashed open,” Gojo replied, swinging out a clawed hand and allowing his fingers to lightly brush against the bandage around Geto’s waist.

A chuckle burst from Geto’s throat and he pushed his hand away. “Stop that!”

Surprised by his reaction, Gojo looked up. There was a look of caution on his friend’s face when their gazes met and he felt his lips stretch into a smile.

“No way,” he breathed.

Geto’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.”

“Don’t you dare what?” Gojo grinned, already extending his fingers to scratch against his friend’s side.

“Do-hon’t tickle me-he, you idiot,” Geto chuckled, twitching away when his fingers reached his waist. Gojo couldn’t help but laugh along as involuntary chuckles began pouring from his friend’s mouth. When Geto tried to push his hand away again, he caught his wrist in his free hand and lifted it high enough to block the way for his other arm.

“I’m hu-hu-hurt, dumbass!” Geto huffed out. “Sta-ha-hap it!”

Gojo chuckled. “Oh, please. The wound was on your other side. Besides, it should almost be healed by now. Also, didn’t you know? Laughing is the best medicine.”

Having said that, he switched from tracing his fingers across the bandages to squeezing the waist, enjoying it far too much when Geto began squirming beneath his touch, his chuckles turning into laughter.

“SATORU!” Geto squealed. “STA-HAHA! STA-HA-HAP!!”

Pulling his arm down, Geto managed to push Gojo’s hand to the mattress. Availing himself of the short time in which he couldn’t be tickled, Geto used his legs to push himself to the other side of the bed and further away from his friend. As if that would safe him.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” Gojo teased, rising up and following after his friend.

“Satoru!” Geto exclaimed, a mixture of a warning and amusement in his voice. “Satoru, dON’T! NOO-HOO-HOO-”

As both of Gojo’s hands dug into his sides, Geto burst out laughing again. His hands shot forward and weakly grabbed onto Gojo’s wrists, but he couldn’t do much more than that.

Gojo exclaimed in alarm, however, as Geto’s fingers clasped the bandage around his own arm, pulling at the fabric to a point that was dangerously close to making it tear. Not willing to give up yet, Gojo chose to go on the offensive once more and pressed his thumbs into the hollows beneath his friend’s hip bones.

He let out a victorious chuckle when Geto arched his back and threw his head back in laughter. The rush of success was quickly replaced by shock, though, when Geto’s arms jerked sidewards, effectively ripping half the bandage off of Gojo’s arm.

As the scent of the herbal ointment leaked into the room, Gojo fixed his attention on his arm, trying to rewrap the bandage, but it was no use.

“Nooo, Suguru!” Gojo whined. “Shoko’s gonna kill me!”

Geto sucked in a breath only for a residual giggle to force it out of him again. “Sucks to be you,” he huffed out.

“It does indeed,” a female voice suddenly said from behind them.

Gojo whirled around to find Shoko standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the remainder of his bandage.

Good morning, Shoko!" he greeted her, giving her an extra bright smile.

"I see you took off your bandage early again."

He vehemently shook his head. “It looks like that, but actually it was Geto who just tore it off. You saw that right?”

She angled her head to the side. “Now, why would he do that?”

“Yeah, Satoru,” Geto cooed. “Why would I do that?”

“I believe I’ve warned you,” Shoko went on. “You know where to wait for me.”

Gojo grimaced as he slid off the bed. “Only for you to rewrap it, though, right? I promise not to touch it until you tell me to take it off.”

Shoko snapped her fingers and pointed to the door. “That’s what you said yesterday. I believe some rest will do you good, seeing how you could not even leave Suguru to rest after that idiotic stunt you pulled yesterday.”

Gojo felt his shoulders slump and Geto snickered behind him. “But the infirmary is so boring!” he whined. “Don’t make me stay there all day!”

“When can I leave again?” Geto asked.

“There’s no reason for you to stay if the pain is gone.”

Geto gave Gojo a meaningful smile. “Ah, maybe I’ll drop by later to repay you then. To help with the boredom.”

Gojo shivered. “Shoko, that was a joke, right? Surely he needs to stay here longer after the wound he brought home yesterday?”

“You’re either out of this room in three seconds or I’ll make it two days,” she muttered dryly.

Swallowing, Gojo hurried to get out of her eyes.

“Later, Satoru!” Geto called after him, the smile in his voice audible.

Rounding the corner, Gojo slowed down and exhaled slowly. Starting his walk of shame to the infirmary, he made a mental note to prioritize listening to Shoko’s instruction from now on – maybe that would save him some trouble.

But despite everything, a smile crept on his face. Maybe some things were worth getting in trouble for.

____ Thanks for reading! :)

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Day 10: Cloak

Peter 1 & Peter 2 & Peter 3

[Miya & Mia's Tickletober 2023] - I love the 3 Peters' dynamic, and the only reason why I didn't write them yet was because it seemed so tiring to write Peter 1, 2, 3 all the time. Lol. I was not mistaken and will never do this again, but still I had some fun with this one.

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“There’s no one here?”

".....Strange."

It was quiet for like five seconds before Peter and Peter 2 snickered at Peter 3's very bad joke.

"Not funny," Peter 2 said despite snickering behind his hand. Peter 3 shrugged proudly.

"You're welcome," he said proudly. Peter had taken them to Dr. Strange's lair for something that started as a joke: the Peters had joked that they would like to thank the one responsible for letting them meet, the brothers they never thought they would have.

While Peter 1 had laughed that he was the one they should thank then, he actually thought it wasn’t such a bad idea to introduce them formally to Stephen.

Despite the multiversal disaster that led to their introduction, he was sure Dr. Stange would get along with the other Spider-Men. This was how he ended up at Stephen’s large mansion, with his two dear friends by his side. And indeed, it was strange that the door opened and let them in automatically, while there was no response from Stephen when he called.

“I don’t think he’s home,” Peter said after looking around the ground floor first. He gazed at the stairs and called again: “Stephen?”

The other peters laughed. “See? Told you it’s strange,” Peter 3 said.

“It wasn’t funny the first time, so don’t do it a second time,” Peter 2 scolded him, again while laughing because of the unfunny joke. Peter 1 let the two quarrel while he shot a web to the ceiling and swung to the first floor.

“Stephen? Wong?”

They were not here, no one seemed to be. But the doors let him in so…

“Hey, what’s this?” he heard Peter 2 ask, and he looked down to see a red cloak join the two. Oh!

“That’s Stephen’s cloak!” Excited, Peter joined them again and he tapped the cloak that was vividly making movements as if it was trying to talk to his friends.

“Eh, Mr. Cloak! Could you lead us to Dr. Strange?” Peter asked, but the cloak was busy twirling around Peter 2 and Peter 3.

“Magical,” Peter 3 whispered, poking the fabric curiously.

“Mr. Cloak? Your eh, your attention please,” Peter tried to interfere when nothing useful was happening since the cloak’s appearance. But when he tried to grab it with both hands, the cloak suddenly wrapped around his arms and tied them together.

“Hey hey hey! Come on now? Get off me!” Peter’s superstrength was failing horribly against the Cloak of Levitation’s powers, and he tried to wriggle free, wobbling backwards as he tried to remove Dr. Strange’s cloak from his arms.

“I think it’s attached itself to you Pete,” Peter 3 said playfully, tugging at the red fabric with little effort. Meanwhile Peter ended up with his back against Peter 2 who was laughing at his predicament.

“Ha ha, very funny guys. Would you help me take it off?” Peter asked, struggling with his bound arms. Peter 3 grabbed the fabric and started to pull.

“Trying without ripping it,” he huffed.

“Trust me, that thing won’t rip,” Peter said, still confused why Stephen wasn’t here and why his cloak was messing with him right at this very moment when he was so eager to show off his friendship with the wizard. This was not going according to plan.

“Need a hand?” Peter 2 asked lazily while Peter 3 kept pulling at the cloak, stretching out Peter’s arms as he tried to take it off to no avail.

“I could - use - a hand - or two, yeah!” Peter 3 huffed. Peter 1 was leaning backwards against Peter 2, pulling back heavily as they tried to free his arms from their random new cage, when suddenly he felt fingers move under his arms, right under his armpits.

“HUWAH!” Peter cackled, tugging even harder, and Peter 3 yelped as he fell forward, sandwiching Peter 1 between them.

“Guhuhuys! Peheheter, stop that! Nohoho!” Peter 1 laughed, but the oldest Peter kept tickling his underarms.

“What are you doing?” Peter 3 moved back and caught his breath, watching Peter 1 squirming and giggling hysterically.

“I’m tickling him. It could help, since you know, he might use more strength. Keep pulling,” Peter 2 instructed, and to Peter’s horror, Peter 3 started pulling again, stretching his arms out and leaving them vulnerable to the dancing fingers of Peter 2.

“Heyahahaha! Nohoho it’s not hehelping! Try sohohomething else!”

Dr. Strange’s cloak was really strong, what the hell! Three Spider-Men, against a cloak?!

“It’s really not working,” Peter 3 agreed, and he let go of the cloak, only for the cloak to embrace its freedom. It started flying, with Peter.

“Huwaaahaha you guhuhuys hehehelp!” Peter cried when he was literally levitated by the Cloak of Levitation. Peter 2 caught him with one arm around his waist and continued pulling him down, and also still tickled him - what the!

“Peheheter! Stohohop tickling mehehe!”

“Come help out here,” Peter 2 told Peter 3, and together they started pulling Peter 1 down.

“Why do you tickle him?” Peter 3 asked. Peter 2 shrugged.

“Like I said, it might help. Or not.” He chuckled, and Peter 1 could hear Peter 2 react with a chuckle as well. Oh no.

“HAHAhaah! Thihis ihihisn’t fuhuunny!” Peter laughed when both Peters started tickling his poor outstretched torso. He kicked his legs and struggled against the cloak that still captured his sore arms like some sort of super cloth.

“What is that thing anyway?” Peter 3 asked.

“Well, it’s a Wizard’s cloak, a magical cloak,” Peter 2 observed dryly. The two of them were paying much more attention to their conversation of their own than to Peter 1 who was getting really sore arms, and a sore throat from laughing his head off.

Everything that happened, from Stephen’s cloak trolling him to his two brothers tickling him, it all felt like it was without reason. But all of a sudden, it proved to be at least a little effective when a certain person came down because of the noise.

“Can’t a person have a simple nap? Why are you so loud?” Stephen yawned. Peter 2 and 3 stopped the tickling and also let go of him, allowing the cloak to kidnap Peter up the stairs where it dangled him before Stephen.

“I’ve got a visitor, I know that. I heard it,” Stephen spoke casually to his cloak, and Peter yelped when he was finally dropped before Stephen. Lying in a pathetic heap on the floor at Dr. Strange’s feet, Peter gasped for air and glanced up at him.

“That was what the cloak was trying to do? Take me to you?”

“Obviously. What else did you think?” Dr. Strange said, and he stepped over Peter and descended the stairs.

“So, Peter Parker, and… Peter Parker, I presume?” he said formally to the two.

“Y-yeah!”

“That’s me.”

“Stephen Strange. It’s nice to meet you.”

Well, Peter 1 was still recovering from the random tickle attack while the three downstairs started a conversation, but at last… He smiled. His most important friends met with the friendly wizard, and he was glad they could get along.

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TickleTober Day #10: Candy Apples

TodoBaku (MHA)

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“Whahahahat are you dohohohoing?!” Bakugou cried through helpless giggles as his partner tackled him to the floor, sticky fingers tickling along his upper ribs. “You’re mahahahahaking a mehehehehess, idiot!”

“Oh, I am?” Todoroki teased, smirking at his boyfriend. “What a pity.”

They’d been given the task of making caramel apples for their dorm’s Halloween party that evening – something they knew they’d be able to handle easily, which was probably why Todoroki felt it safe to mess around a little while getting the job done.

The only problem was, he had caramel all over his fingers when he started tickling his unsuspecting partner, which meant said caramel was now on his upper ribs.

Bakugou tried shoving him away with his elbow so as not to get the caramel on his hands in his boyfriend’s hair. “Quihihihihihit it! You’re mahahahahaking me stihihihihicky, icy-hohohohohot!”

Todoroki stopped tickling, but only to grin at him with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou knew him too well not to know what was coming next. He panicked.

“No!”

“But Katsuki…”

“No!”

“You said yourself I’m making a mess. It’s only fair that I clean it up…”

“No, no, no – NOHOHOHOHOHO ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and roared with laughter when Todoroki began licking up the caramel that had gotten stuck to his boyfriend’s upper ribs. It was just coincidence that it happened to be his most ticklish spot – total coincidence. Definitely.

Todoroki expertly kept Bakugou’s flailing arms at bay as he went to work, even throwing in a little tickle bite here and there to make him scream. He grinned at the hysterics he was pulling from his usually grumpy partner. “Hold still, I’m almost done~”

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK YOU, ICY-HOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

“What’s that? You want me to keep going?”

Bakugou screeched. “NONONO WAIT—!!”

They did eventually get the caramel apples done, but they may or may not have run out of caramel for the last couple of apples by the time the party started.

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Tickletober Day 10 - Interrogation

lee!nick, ler!charlie

Summary: After Charlie bakes a tray of Halloween-themed cookies, he returns to find that someone has impolitely eaten them!

A/N: this is mainly for interrogation, but there are a few more categories that i didn't realize i'd mentioned lol. anyways this was kinda short. bye

Charlie stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the kitchen. He saw a pan of pumpkin-shaped cookies, with half a bite taken from two of them. These cookies were made by none other than himself, just a few moments ago!

And the only other person in the house was his boyfriend, Nick. Ridiculous how the boy didn't realize that Charlie would immediately know it was him - if it even was him.

"Nick? Where are you?" Charlie shouted out of the kitchen, listening carefully to hear the sounds of video games being played in his room. He made his way there to find Nick lying across his bed, with a controller in his hand.

When he saw Charlie, he quickly wiped his mouth with his wrist. "Oh, hey! Did you call for me?" He innocently asked.

Charlie took a few steps toward his bed before smelling something strange. The smell of pumpkin - the exact thing included in those cookies - jumped out at him.

"Question." Charlie took a seat beside Nick, making the boy put the controller down and sit up as if he were in trouble.

Nick looked at Charlie with his innocent, round eyes, and Charlie couldn't help but smile. But he gathered himself and continued with the questioning.

"Where did the two halves of those cookies go?"

Nick lightened up. "Cookies? You made cookies?" He was about to hop off the bed, but Charlie had other plans. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pushed him down on the bed, straddling his belly.

"Did you eat the cookies?!" He demanded an answer. Nick gulped, trying to push the smaller boy off of him.

"No...I didn't e-even know you made cookies!" He insisted, cheeks growing red.

"You're a horrible liar." Charlie spoke. He slid his hands under Nick's shirt and started tickling his sides with vigor. "Tell me the truth!"

Nick writhed around underneath the boy. "I aham! I dihihahaHAhahadint tahake yohour cohohookies!"

Charlie hummed. "Sure. Then why do you smell like them?" He leaned in and sniffed, only to smell even more remains of the cookies.

"Weheheirdo! Gehet ahaohoff me!"

Taking great offense to being named a weirdo, Charlie crawled his finger under Nick's arms, making him erupt into a volcano of laughter and giggles. He tried to swat Charlie's hands away, but was too overwhelmed with being tickled to do so.

"Nick, all I want is a confession! Did you eat the cookies?!"

"YeHEHes! I ahate thehehem!" He admitted, a single tear leaving his eye from Charlie's ticklish wrath.

"See? Was that hard?" Charlie teased, pulling his hands out of Nick's shirt. The rugby player rubbed his sides and armpits, feeling a few ghost tickles.

"I'm sorry. I thought they were different flavors, so I tried half of two. They were delicious though!" Nick complimented Charlie's baking skills, hoping to get back on his good side. It worked.

Charlie chuckled and took Nick's hand, leading them both back to the kitchen. Probably to get more cookies.

#lee!nick #ler!charlie #heartstopper #tickling #tickle #tickle fic #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tickle art #tickle content #shoto-lee

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Tickletober Day 8: Truth

Summary: Ikkaku and Yumichika's training session leads to the revelation of an unexpected truth.

Word Count: 1,788

I didn't post this yesterday, because I was rereading it for editing and realized I didn't really like it, so I just decided to redo the fic! But my first Bleach fic is finally here!!! I love Bleach (even if I'm barely into it so far lol), and these two especially! I hope you enjoy! 💙

"And what exactly is the point of this?" Yumichika asked skeptically, watching as Ikkaku removed his zanpakutō, gently setting the blade down and stretching.

"Training, obviously."

"It's not as if you ever go all out fighting with me anyway. And it's not like some hand-to-hand practice ever hurt," he said, cracking his neck. "You ready?"

He rolled his eyes. Yes, that much was obvious. "Why bother training without our zanpakutōs? If you lose it in a fight, you're as good as dead."

Sighing, Yumichika got into his stance. "I suppose. Just try not to damage my beautiful face."

Ikkaku chuckled, "No promises."

Then he rushed at Yumichika, and the battle began.

They were fairly evenly matched, expertly delivering and evading blows. While Yumichika was slightly more agile, Ikkaku made up for it with his marginally superior strength. But combined with Ikkaku's greater experience and Yumichika's half-hearted attitude, it didn't take long for one to get an upper hand.

Before Yumichika even knew what hit him, his legs were swept out from under him, and landed on his butt with a loud thunk.

"Pfft—is that all you got? If that's it, there really is no point training with you."

A vein bulged in Yumichika's forehead, but he took a deep breath, composing himself. Stress wasn't good for his complexion, and he was not going to let Ikkaku be the reason his beautiful skin was wrinkled.

"Then again, I don't know what I expected. You are only fifth in the company. There's just too large of a gap between us for you to be a challenge."

The vein was practically bursting now. He jumped to his feet, well aware that he was playing into Ikkaku's hands and letting his childish taunts get to him, but he had too much pride to stand there and take it.

"If that's how you're going to be, then I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of," Yumichika glowered, getting back into his stance. "I just hope you don't regret it, you ugly oaf."

He grinned, confident and satisfied, "As long as you don't regret it when I bust your pretty face in."

With that, Yumichika rushed at him, dodging a punch from Ikkaku. He attempted a kick at his sides, one Ikkkau easily blocked but it didn't matter, because Yumichika diverted, landing a punch square at his jaw.

"What were you saying?" He smirked.

However easy it was to rile up Yumichika, it was even easier with Ikkaku.

"Maybe you should shut up and focus instead," he growled, charging at Yumichika.

Both of them were too stubborn to give up; the fight wore on until they were both tired and breathless. Their movements were slowed, weighed down by a fatigue that made it almost too easy for Ikkaku to grab his leg when Yumichika kicked at him again, gripping it tightly and yanking hard enough that Yumichika landed on his back with a strange sound.

A… laugh?

"Oi. What's so funny? You like losing that much?"

Even stranger was the flush on Yumichika's face, darker than it should be from overexertion.

It took a few moments for him to formulate a response. "Or I find your ugly face that amusing."

Ikkaku stared at him skeptically, offering a hand to help him up. "Something wrong?"

"No."

He almost chuckled. Normally, Yumichika was a better liar than this. "You sure?"

A sigh. Then, "If I tell you, then you can't… tease me about it."

There really was something odd about this whole thing. Yumichika never made requests like that. The men in the Eleventh Company always fucked around with each other; "teasing," if you could call it that, was more than commonplace. And emotions were never much of a factor, not among their meat-headed, battle-frenzied men.

Something more serious than usual, then.

"Fine," he shrugged, trying for nonchalance.

"Sensitive?"

"I'm…" the blush deepened, "a bit… sensitive there."

Yumichika wouldn't look at him, focusing on the floor instead. "You know."

"I don't."

He couldn't even imagine what would elicit this kind of reaction from his friend. Bashfulness didn't suit him.

"I'm ticklish."

Ikkaku stared at him for a long moment, trying to tell if he was serious or not. Did something as simple as that warrant all this?

"Okay."

He waited. There was no response. Just when he was about to ask if they wanted to return to their match, he noticed the anxious air around Yumichika.

He kept staring at the floor, somehow looking almost expectant as he fidgeted with his sleeve.

Yumichika never fidgeted, or held his tongue.

An idea grew in Ikkaku's mind, but the question died in his throat. He had said that he wouldn't tease him, and Ikkaku wasn't one to break his word for no reason. Instead, with a devious plan in mind, he asked, "Ready for the next round?"

An affirmative. And, if Ikkaku wasn't mistaken, for a moment Yumichika appeared disappointed. He'd have to fix that.

Both settling into their stances, their fight began again. Only this time was different. Ikkaku had another goal in mind.

"Hehey!" He protested with a surprised giggle when Ikkaku reached out, poking his stomach instead of landing a hit.

"What?" He grinned, taking in Yumichika's own wobbly smile. "There's nothing wrong with exploiting your enemy's weakness."

"So you need to resort to dirty tricks to win."

His words were lightly scathing, but altogether forgotten when Ikkaku caught his fist, quickly jabbing at his underarm in a way that made Yumichika gasp and stumble.

"How have I never noticed this before?" He asked himself, marveling at his outlandish reactions.

"Shuhut uhuhup!" Yumichika yanked his arm away, taking a few steps back until he was securely out of Ikkaku's reach. "What happened to training?"

"This is just another kind. Say… endurance training."

"Ikkaku," he said sharply—a warning. Then took another step back.

"Yumichika," he parroted with a teasing grin, taking his own step forward.

Yumichika bolted. Ikkaku was hot on his heels.

He barely made it a foot before he was tackled to the ground, Ikkaku's fingers digging into his sides as he fell, grumbling out a curse in between his laughter.

Yumichika was his friend; Ikkaku had gotten to know him fairly well over the years, and he was fairly confident that despite Yumichika's protests, he didn't really mind the tickling. If anything, Ikkaku thought he liked it.

If he didn't, it would've been all too easy not to mention, and even easier for him to actually get away. Even now, he didn't bother putting up a fight.

Instead, he was practically curled up in a ball on the floor, squirming beneath Ikkaku. His hands were wrapped tightly around himself, as if he was trying to shield himself from the ticklish attack. His face was tucked into his neck, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes crinkled, and lips stretched into a wide smile.

It wasn't a bad look.

"Can't you feel yourself becoming stronger?"

"Thihihis ihihisn't traihihing!"

"Sure it is," Ikkaku laughed, reaching down to squeeze at his knees.

He spasmed, unconsciously jerking his leg in a kick that hit Ikkaku in the stomach.

"Thahat's… mohore lihike it," he huffed, smirking.

"Now," Ikkaku growled, grabbing onto his leg like he had earlier, "it really isn't about training. I just want revenge."

"Ihihit wahahasn't my fahahulut!" He protested, shrieking when Ikkaku started pinching his thighs.

"What? You're saying it was my fault?"

"Yehehehes?" It came out more unsure than he intended, but it was hard to think, let alone talk, when Ikkaku was jumping between his tickle spots, targeting anywhere he could reach with such a speed that Yumichika could hardly even try to escape from his torment.

"You're really asking for it now."

Begging was beneath Yumichika, but even if it wasn't, he didn't have the chance to plead for mercy before Ikkaku was digging into his stomach, making him squeal and laugh harder than he ever had in his life.

It didn't take much longer before Yumichika was a breathless, teary-eyed mess, and Ikkaku finally let him go. After his release, all he could do was fully curl up into a ball, wheezing and giggling and thinking about how awfully unbeautiful he must've looked in that moment.

Once he had mostly regained his breath, he glared at Ikkaku, who looked all too satisfied, hissing, "Not a wohord… to anyone."

"Fine with me," he shrugged, rising to his feet and once again offering a hand to help him up. "It can just be our secret."

Reluctantly, Yumichika accepted his assistance, wobbling slightly when he stood but managing to right himself. Quickly, he tried to fix his hair, realizing how awful he must look after all of… that.

And, after an internal debate, he decided it wasn't worth asking Ikkaku if he could try using his shiny, bald head as a mirror, instead focusing on brushing the dust off of his uniform.

"Training wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it wasn't. But what happened afterwards was shameful."

"You can't tell someone something like that without expecting them to try it out."

Yumichika decided not to dignify that with a response. "Now can you tell what the actual point of that idiotic training session was for?"

"You know I love a good fight. Captain's never interested, and I wouldn't even bother trying with Yachiru."

"You act like there are no other capable fighters in our company."

"They're nowhere near our level," he said, walking back over to their swords to pick up his discarded zanpakutō. "Besides, you never use your real power against me."

"There isn't much of a point using it while sparring."

But that was a dangerous thought. One Yumichika quickly pushed aside, focusing on sheathing his sword instead.

Yumichika joined him, and Ikkaku handed him his sword. Their hands were so close, only a few inches apart, and Yumichika imagined reaching closer, touching their pinkies together, and slowly, painfully slowly, inching closer and closer until Ikkaku wrapped his hand—the hand that had just been touching Yumichika so intimately; the one he never wanted to leave his skin—around his, interlocking their fingers, feeling the body heat emanating from his skin and the callouses from years of fighting.

"Still, this seemed like it'd be an equal way to fight." Ikkaku continued, almost annoyingly oblivious.

"We can do this again sometime. As long as you focus on training instead of… that."

"Don't act like you didn't like it. And, I was nice, wasn't I? I barely even teased you about how ticklish you are," he smirked. "Yet."

"Be quiet," he demanded, turning away from the man who made his heart beat too fast in his chest. "And hope I don't decide to get my revenge."

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 9 - Mirrors

Alhaitham x Kaveh

A/N: Already 9 days so quickly! I apologize in advance if these cute bois are a bit too ooc! But as always, I hope you enjoy it!

"'Haitham, look what I got here!"

Alhaitham lifted his face from the book he was reading and was surprised to find Kaveh holding a mirror in front of him.

Alhaitham frowned. "What's that for?"

"Hehehe, this mirror shows your exact thoughts!"

Alhaitham raised one eyebrow. "How?"

"I saw Cyno and Tighnari trying it," Kaveh started, suddenly letting go of the mirror, but it kept floating in front of him. "Oh, Merahk is holding it up- you only need to stand in front of it and a text in ancient language will appear!"

Alhaitham chuckled humorlessly. "That's stupid."

"I will show you, look carefully!"

Kaveh stood proudly in front of the mirror, smiling even as he checked himself out. In front of their eyes, Kaveh's reflection faded, a mist covering it and strange letters in red ink appeared behind the mirror. Alhaitham leaned closer, curious and trying to see where the trick was, but as he read the text in the mirror, he thought that maybe there wasn't a trick.

'Damn, I look good.'

Kaveh giggled, "those were my thoughts exactly!" Alhaitham rolled his eyes and Kaveh chuckled again. "Did you see? Now it's your turn!"

Alhaitham looked at Kaveh and then at the mirror. He knew Kaveh would be very persistent about this, so with a long, exhausted sigh he got up and planted himself in front of the mirror.

He saw his reflection with a plain expression as he heard Kaveh in the back telling him that he looked exceptionally good that day. If only he knew-

"'- you're the one that looks good?'" Kaveh tilted his head to the side and then blushed, his eyes widening as he gasped. "Wait, you mean me?! Alhaitham! Were you thinking-"

"This is trash."

"What! Hey!" Kaveh clinged to Alhaitham's waist from behind, holding him in place in front of the mirror. "Do I look very good, Alhaitham?! You always tell me this shirt is inappropriate, do you actually like it?"

Like it? He absolutely adores it! He loved how pretty Kaveh looked in it, and the back of it-

"'- Always makes me feel like I'm going crazy'," Kaveh gasped again and then he laughed, squeezing Alhaitham's middle as he tried to move away. "Don't go! I want to see more!"

Alhaitham tried to push Kaveh's arms away. "Let go. This is stupid, I didn't have these thoughts. All lies. You were scammed once again."

Kaveh laughed, holding Alhaitham tightly. "I didn't buy this, silly! Cyno gave it to me! He found it in one of his expeditions and said- no wait! I want to see more of your thoughts!"

"Kaveh. Unhand me now. I have other things to do, more important than this, I assure you. And- ugh!" Alhaitham flinched when Kaveh's fingers brushed against his hip.

"What's the matter?"

Your hand is-

"'-tickling'? Oh? Here?" Kaveh squeezed his hip and Alhaitham jumped, a strangled sound coming from deep in his throat.

Kaveh chuckled, "I always forget how ticklish you are, Alhaitham!" He said as his fingertips started to brush against Alhaitham's hips, just a mere light touch of fingertips that had Alhaitham's trembling, trying to hold back a smile.

Why was Kaveh tickling him all of a sudden?! This is all that stupid-

"'-mirror's fault.' Aw don't be like that, Alhaitham, I just want you to tell me if I look hot in my shirt or not!"

The light touch traveled up his side, lightly tracing the covered skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind Kaveh's fingertips. Alhaitham felt laughter bubbling in his chest and fizzing in his throat. We was going to laugh, he was going to laugh, he was going to-

"Then laugh!" Kaveh said and they both were surprised when Alhaitham let out a cackle when he felt the light tickling in the back of his ribs. "There you are, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"K-Kahahaveh! S-Stohohop thihis instahahant!" Sweet, deep laughter poured out as nimble fingers scribbled up and down his spine. He tried to free himself from Kaveh's hug but since when did he become so strong?

"Hey! I've always been strong! Now stay still because that deserves punishment."

"Agh! I hahahahate thihis mihihirror- AHAHAHA! K-Kahahaveh, nohohoho!"

Not there, idiot, that is my most ticklish spot!

"I know! Right here under your arms right? Like I said, it is a punishment, so now take it."

Both hands were now buried under Alhaitham's arms, fingers wiggling against the bare skin, causing Alhaitham to throw his head back with howls of laughter.

"So, 'Haitham, do you think I'm hot?" Kaveh asked, grinning from ear to ear.

There was no point in lying, right?

"Nope!"

"Agh! YEHEHES! Y-You ahahare hohohot! N-Nohohow stohohahap!"

Kaveh did stop, but he hugged Alhaitham again, his figure completely hidden behind Alhaitham's body. Alhaitham grimaced at seeing his reflection in the mirror. He was pink, slightly sweaty and his lashes were wet and, the worst of all, he was smiling softly, giggling when he felt a mischievous wiggle of finger right under his belly button.

"Alhaitham, just so you know, I won't ever get rid of this mirror."

"Archons help me."

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Tickletober // DAY 8: TRUTH!

With my OCs Loretta and Michael!

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"You have to be honest... for science of course."

For context, Loretta is able to see where exactly people are ticklish hence why Michael is drawn like a diagram.

Also hi guys I'm doing tickletober (probably only a few days lmaoo)

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Bullshit With A Twist - TickleTober2023 Days 8 & 9 (Truth & Lie)

One of my favorite card games to play with friends and family! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: After Tristan convinces the other boys to play BS, he adds one special rule that makes the game a lot more interesting and fun.

Word Count: 1806

⚠️Warning⚠️: swearing (obvi for the game being played; both in English and Spanish)

Bullshit, the game of bluffing. A deceptive card game where the players aim to get rid of all of their cards by bluffing. Sometimes players tell the truth; other times, they tell a lie. It's a fun game, especially when you add conditions if someone is lying, and that's just what these teens are about to play.

It was a late summer afternoon, and Diego and Jason were at Tristan's and Kain's place while their parents were out running errands. After an hour of racing games, Tristan suggested they play a card game that his father and Kain's mother is a master of, Bullshit.

"Remind me of the rules again." Jason said.

"Sure thing," Tristan said, dealing out the cards, "Everyone gets the same amount of cards to play. The play will go by card numbers. First, the aces, twos, threes, fours, and so on, and we place those cards in the center face-down. Depending on how many you have of that number, you can say something like, 'Two fours' or 'Three kings.' It only goes up to four."

"The game's object is to get rid of all your cards. If you don't have what is up next, whether it be a number or royal, you can bluff," Kain explained, "If someone thinks that I'm bluffing, they can call, 'Bullshit.' If I am bluffing, I have to take everything in the center. However, if I was telling the truth, the one who called 'BS' has to take the center cards."

Jason nodded as he listened.

"However, we're adding a little twist to this game." Tristan said.

The other three teens looked up at the blonde with confusion.

"What kind of twist?" Diego asked, scanning his cards.

"If someone calls 'BS' and is right, the person they called it on gets tickled for 15 seconds," Tristan said, "However if someone calls 'BS' and is wrong, the person who called it gets tickled for 15 seconds. Sound fun?"

Jason swallowed a lump while the other two were unfazed. The other three glanced at each other and nodded.

"Sounds good to us." Diego said.

"Alright, let's get this game started!" Tristan exclaimed, "We'll go in order by age. First will be Jason, then Kain, Diego, and me."

The burgundy-haired teen nodded as he scanned his cards.

"Two aces." Jason said, placing two cards in the middle.

"One two." Kain said.

"Three threes." Diego said.

"Two fours." Tristan said.

The game was progressing smoothly. That was until the first 'BS' was called.

"Three Jacks." Diego said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Diego quirked a brow before picking up the cards he placed in the middle. When he flipped them over, there were three Jacks.

"Damn it." Kain muttered.

Diego chuckled before standing up and positioning himself behind Kain.

"Ready?" Diego asked.

"Just get it over with." Kain said.

Diego smirked before digging his fingers into Kain's sides, eliciting boyish giggles from the redhead.

"Wait, wahahahahait!" Kain giggled, "Diegohohohoho! Stohohohop!"

"You have to get tickled for 15 seconds, Kain," Tristan said, "That was the rule."

"Ahahahaha shihihihit! Why did I agrehehehehehee?!"

The redhead twisted in his seat as the older teen tickled up and down his sides. A few seconds later, Diego pulled his hands away, leaving Kain panting. Jason and Tristan chuckled at the redhead's state. Kain groaned before picking up the cards in the center. When Kain controlled his breathing, the boys picked up where they left off.

"One Queen." Tristan said.

"Three Kings." Jason said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Jason tried to keep up the confidence, but when he flipped over the cards, it was two Kings and a Jack.

"Better luck next time, kid." Kain said, standing up.

Jason chuckled nervously when Kain stood behind him. Without warning, the redhead shoved his fingers under Jason's armpits, causing the younger teen to squeal and let out adorable giggles.

"Why there fihihihihihirst?!" Jason questioned, "That's a dihihihihick mohohohove! Nahahahahaa!"

"You weren't kidding when you said he was really ticklish here, Diego." Kain said, clawing at Jason's armpits.

"I would never lie about something like that." Diego said, grinning at his cousin.

Jason glared at his cousin and growled through his giggles. When Kain stopped, Jason groaned, chuckling slightly before putting his hands in his armpits.

"You're a dick for telling him that, primo." Jason said.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" Diego asked, his face serious but his voice playful.

Jason sighed as he picked up the cards in the middle.

"Three aces." Kain said, picking up the game.

"Two twos." Diego said.

"One three." Tristan said.

"Two fours." Jason said.

For the next few minutes, the game went by smoothly without anyone calling BS.

"Four Queens." Tristan said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Tristan quirked a brow at the redhead before flipping over his cards. The blonde couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he revealed two Queens, a six, and an eight.

"You are a terrible liar, Katsunan." Kain said, walking behind Tristan.

Tristan snorted from his throat, anticipating what was to come. He was soon thrown into a frenzy of giggles when Kain pressed into his ribs.

"Nahahahaha! Stohohohohop!" Tristan giggled, "Aahahahahahehehehe!"

"15 seconds, remember?" Kain questioned.

Tristan bowed his head and pounded his fist against the wooden table in ticklish agony, handsome giggles slipping from his lips.

"Dahahahahammihihihihit!" Tristan cursed.

When 15 seconds were up, Kain stopped the tickling, leaving Tristan breathless.

"So, shall we continue?" Kain asked as if nothing happened.

Tristan groaned before flipping Kain off, only making the redhead smile. The blonde rolled his eyes before taking the cards from the center.

"Two Kings." Diego said.

"One ace." Jason said.

"One two." Kain said.

"Two threes." Tristan said.

The card game progressed without a hiccup, but as Diego played his hand, Jason had a sneaky suspicion his cousin was bluffing.

"Three eights." Diego said.

"Bullshit." Jason called.

Diego looked at his cousin and quirked his brow. The black-haired teen picked up his cards and flipped them over, revealing the eight of hearts, spades, and diamonds. Diego grinned as he stood up.

"Shit…" Jason muttered.

"Sorry, primo," Diego said, standing behind his cousin, "But you should know by now that I don't lie."

When he said that, the black-haired teen started digging into Jason's ribs, causing the young teen to squeal and laugh.

"DIEGOHOHOHOHOHOHO, ¡PARAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Jason cried, "NOT THEHEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"You tickled the Spanish outta him!" Tristan laughed.

"SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP! NO TEHEHEHASING!"

Kain couldn't help but chuckle. Jason tried to pull Diego's hands away, but his cousin was unfazed.

"DIEGO, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" Jason laughed, "ENOHOHOHOUGH!"

"In 5 seconds." Diego deadpanned.

For the next 5 seconds, Diego tormented his cousin's top rib, making him snort. Diego couldn't help but laugh before stopping.

"Now that was cute." Kain commented.

Jason groaned as he flipped off the redhead, making him chuckle.

"Let's continue, shall we?" Tristan suggested.

Jason sighed and nodded as he gathered the cards in the middle.

"One nine." Jason said.

"Three tens." Kain said.

"Bullshit." Diego said.

The redhead quirked a brow at the older teen as he felt his heart skip a beat. Kain groaned as he flipped over his cards, revealing two tens and a Queen.

"Uh-huh, and I'm the terrible liar." Tristan chuckled, watching the black-haired teen stand up.

Kain cursed under his breath, feeling Diego's ominous presence looming over him. He then let out a loud laugh when Diego pressed into his armpits.

"FUHUHUHUHUCKING DAHAHAHAMMIT!" Kain laughed, "STAHAHAHAHAP! AHAAAAHAHAHAHA!"

"It hasn't even been 5 seconds," Diego said, "I'm guessing this is a bad spot?"

"WHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHELL DO YOU THIHIHIHIHINK!?"

Tristan and Jason couldn't help but laugh along.

"Does he always curse like this when tickled?" Jason asked, turning to Tristan.

"Oh, yeah," Tristan said, "He wants to act all big and bad, but once you get his armpits, he curses like a sailor."

"TRISTAHAHAHAHAN, SHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUCK UHUHUP!" Kain laughed, "DIEGO, STAHAHAHAP! ANYWHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHELSE!"

"Geez, you're a whiny pequeña perra, aren't you?" Diego asked, "Quit your bitching and just take it."

Kain snorted as he pounded his fist against the table, unable to stop the black-haired teen. When Diego finally stopped the tickling, Kain panted and groaned as he glared at the older teen.

"You should know better than to call out Diego on a bluff, Kain." Jason chuckled.

Kain sighed as he collected the cards from the middle.

"One Jack." Diego said.

"Two Queens." Tristan said.

"Bullshit." Kain said.

Tristan glared at the redhead and growled under his breath. Tristan turned over the cards and revealed a Queen and an ace.

"Hey, Jay," Kain began, "You wanna know which spot makes Tristan curse like a sailor?"

"Totally!" Jason said eagerly.

"Kain, I swear, don't you dare." Tristan warned.

The redhead ignored the blonde and walked behind him.

"Wasn't this your rule?" Kain asked, "15 seconds start… now!"

With that, Kain started clawing at Tristan's stomach, sending the blonde into a frenzy of laughter.

"DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIT KAHAHAHAIN!" Tristan laughed, "YOU FUHUHUHUCKING PRIHIHIHICK! FUCK, STAHAHAHAP!"

"Wow, you weren't kidding." Jason chuckled.

"SHUHUHUT UHUHUP, JAHAHAHASON! AHAHAHAAAA! KAIN, FUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAAAAP!"

"Don't worry; I will… in 10 seconds." Kain deadpanned with a grin.

Tristan pounded his fist against the table in ticklish agony as he doubled over laughter. He tried to suck in his stomach, but that didn't do anything.

"KAHAHAHAIN, ENOHOHOHOUGH!" Tristan cried, "SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

When 10 seconds were up, Kain stopped the tickling, leaving Tristan breathless. Kain said down and pushed over the small stack of cards to Tristan. Tristan glared at the redhead.

"Fuck… you…" Tristan cursed, flipping him off.

"Love you, too, cousin." Kain smiled.

Tristan rolled his eyes as he gathered the cards.

"Right," Jason said, glancing at his cards, "One King."

"Two aces." Kain said

"Three twos." Diego said.

"One three." Tristan said.

As the game went on, Tristan, Jason, and Kain were all subjected to the 15-second tickle penalty except Diego. In the end, the black-haired teen won the game.

"That was fun." Diego said.

"How are you so good at this?" Kain asked, "Did you even bluff during this game?"

The black-haired teen glanced at the redhead and smirked.

"A few times, yeah," Diego deadpanned, "You guys just never caught it."

The other teens groaned as Tristan shuffled the cards.

"So, you guys down for another round?" Tristan asked.

"Sure," Jason said, "And this time, Diego, you're gonna get tickled."

"We'll see about that, primo." Diego smirked.

"Should we add a rule that has us tickle Diego whenever?" Kain chuckled.

The black-haired teen looked at the redhead with a dangerous look, startling the redhead.

"K-Kidding, kidding!" Kain said.

"That's what I thought." Diego said.

Kain sighed as he collected his cards as Tristan dealt them. For the remainder of the afternoon, the teens continued this game with the special rule, and everyone was subjected to it, even Diego.

#reblog #tickletober

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Tickletober Day 8 - "I'm Not Ticklish"

lee!tsukishima ler!yamaguchi

Summary: Yamaguchi wants to know what side tsukishima is more ticklish on - the left or the right. However, Tsukishima claims he isn't ticklish...

A/N: binging haikyuu so i decided to write something for my favorite character, tsukishima! (posting this a day early)

Tsukishima sighed. He didn't know why he had agreed to let Yamaguchi do this... Maybe it was because he was cute when he asked, maybe it wasn't. Who knows?

"When will you be done?" Tsuki asked, a slight frown on his face.

Yamaguchi ignored his question - he hadn't even started with his experiment. He was desperate to figure out which side of the taller boy was more ticklish. His left thigh or his right thigh? His left knee or his right knee? The question went on and on, and Tadashi was determined to answer it.

He already had a prediction. Thanks to some supporting evidence from a practice match some time ago, he knew that Tsukishima's right side was more ticklish than the other. During the match, Tsuki had gotten a cramp in his left calve. Daichi had tried to remedy it with a brief massage - pushing and circling his thumbs across the sensitive area.

When that didn't work (which he 100% expected it would), the captain of the team became confused and thought he was massaging the wrong calve, so he moved on to the right one. Tsukishima was a giggly mess as soon as he was touched there.

"Alright. I'll begin here." Yamaguchi placed his index finger on his friend's right thigh. Tsuki was wearing shorts, so the area was largely exposed.

Yamaguchi slid his finger down Tsuki's thigh until he met his kneecap. He then slid it back up to the end of his shorts. Nothing. Not even a slight grin.

Tsukishima could see Yama's visible disappointment. "I've told you already, I am not ticklish." He cockily laid on his back, putting his hands behind his head - leaving Yamaguchi kneeled down beside him.

The boy huffed and puffed. "I can't accept that! Everybody is ticklish, even you, Tsukishima."

The blond scoffed, shaking his head. Did he really believe he wasn't ticklish? Yamaguchi was right - everyone is ticklish somewhere. Tsukishima was in for a rude awakening.

Tsukishima's confidence began to crumble when Yamaguchi slid his hand under his leg, softly tickling the bottom of his outstretched knee. He pressed his lips together to keep from giggling.

Clueless to the fact that with a little bit more effort at the spot he was at, he'd have Tsuki a ticklish mess, Yamaguchi decided to make his way down to his calve. He lightly traced circles with his fingernails on the taller boy's skin.

Lips still pressed together, Tsukishima was nearly unphased - only on the outside, though. On the inside, his heart was slowly beating faster and faster. He hadn't felt the ticklish sensations he was feeling now in a while. He slowly began to remember the way his brother, Akiteru, would tickle him when they were young... This scared him because, with those memories, he remembered just how ticklish he really was.

"Y-Yamaguchi, are you finished yet? I already told you, I'm not ticklish." Tsukishima scratched his neck, a nervous look on his face.

Yamaguchi noticed this, unfortunate for Tsukishima. He could tell that he was close to getting to a ticklish area, so he continued down the boy's leg.

When Yamaguchi reached Tsukishima's heel, he tried to pull his foot away but was quickly stopped by Yamaguchi placing his ankle in an armlock.

"Why are you trying to get away? I thought you said you weren't ticklish."

Tsukishima tried to reach Yamaguchi's body to get him away from his foot but was stopped once again. The boy had begun to claw his fingers up and down the middle blocker's heel, causing him to gasp and giggle.

"Ahaha, Yahahamaha! StohohoHOhOHop it!" Tsukishima didn't know how to react to this ticklish feeling... All he could do was laugh and laugh. And laugh some more.

"Wow~ Someone's right heel is ticklish. What about the left one?" Yamaguchi teased, swiftly snatching Tsukishima's left ankle and scratching at his heel.

Tsukishima bashed around, trying not to laugh. He held his lips together but they were immediately separated by sweet chuckles and snorts every single time.

Yamaguchi took notes. Although he was having fun wrecking poor Tsuki, he still genuinely wanted to find an answer to his question. And as far as heels go, he concluded that Tsukishima's left heel was more ticklish.

But what about Tsuki's sides? Or his armpits? The experiment continues... But at another time.

Yamaguchi released the ankles that were in his grip. He quickly crawled over to a pink-faced Tsuki, rubbing his back.

"Are you alright? Do you need some water?"

Tsukishima caught his breath and replied, "No. But, I do need..one thing."

Yama tilted his head, listening carefully. The least he could do was help out his friend after tickling the hell out of him.

"I need you to not try and get any revenge after this." Tsukishima smirked, pushing Yama to the floor and pinning his arms above his head. All of this happened so quickly, leaving the smaller boy in a blur.

However, he quickly realized what was happening after he felt a hand reach under his shirt and dig into his armpit.

"NuhohOHOHA! FuhUHUHAHA!" He yelped, kicking his feet all around. It was only fair that Tsuki got a bit of revenge, right..?

#lee!tsukishima #ler!yamaguchi #tickle #tickle fic #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tickling #haikyuu #tickle art #shoto-lee

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shoto-lee · 7 months

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neck tickling is underrated 🙁

#tickle thoughts

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Tickletober 2023 Week 1 (Paralive)

A/N: To celebrate the release of Paradox Live the Animation, I figured I'd start out tickletober with an Akanyatsura fic this year!

Summary: Reo and Satsuki get into a fight over who gets to sing which part in "EMPEROR - WE ON FIRE!!"

Characters: lee!Satsuki, ler!Reo

“You always get the good parts!” Reo accused Satsuki.

“What!? No I don’t!” Satsuki refuted.

“You do! I feel like I’m always singing backup for you!”

“You—! Oh, you do?”

“I—Ugh! Just shut up!!”

“Oi! You little-aH! G-get ohohoff!”

“Not until you agree to let me sing your part! Take this! And this!”

“AAAHH!!”

The family room door slid open. “What the hell is going on in he-Oh,” Hokusai interjected.

Hokusai assessed the situation. Reo had Satsuki pinned to the tatami mat. It appeared he was holding Satsuki under a severe tickle attack.

“Just… Keep it down, will you?” Hokusai slid the door shut.

Reo paused for a moment. He looked back down at Satsuki.

“Reo, c-can we talk about this?”

“We were talking, and you weren’t listening to me!”

“I-I was-aAAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Reo’s skilled fingers traveled up and down Satuki’s sides, paying special attention to his waist.

“Stahahahahahap!”

“I’m not gonna stop until you let me sing it~”

“Ihihihit’s my part! You can’t just-gAAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

While Satsuki was busy batting Reo’s hands away, Reo took the chance and snugged his hands in Satsuki’s underarms. He vibrated his fingers just above his upper ribs.

“Not cracking, huh? Seems I’ll just have to—”

“WAIT WAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT! DOHOHOHOHON’T DO IT!”

“Oya? Got something to say?” Reo let up a bit.

“I-I *pant* Reo, please, I—NAHAA!! Not there, please, not there!”

“Tell me what I want to hear if you don’t want your precious little ribs to get tortured~”

“Reooo!” Satsuki whined.

“Three…”

“Reo, please!”

“Two…”

“I’ll do anything!”

“Two and a half…”

“W-well, maybe not any-AAIIIEEE!!!”

“One.”

“BAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NononONONONOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! IHIHIHI’M GONNA DIHIHIHIHIE!!!”

Reo’s thumbs were firmly planted in between Satsuki’s bottom two ribs. He knew Satsuki wouldn’t be able to handle this much longer.

Satsuki pounded the floor with his fist, his other hand meekly holding on to one of Reo’s.

“AHAHAHANYTHING BUT- *hic* BUT THIHIHIS! I’LL- *hic* I’LL-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!”

“You poor thing.”

“EHEHE *snort* Y-YOHOHOHOHOU- *hic* FUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

“Ooh, does it tickle? Does it tickle real bad? Coochie coo~”

Tears pricked the corners of Satsuki’s eyes. Reo was relentless!

“Alright, ALRIGHT!” Iori shouted, now standing in the doorframe. “Cut it out, you two!”

Upon seeing the situation, Iori sighed. He placed his forehead in his palm. “What on earth did you get yourself into this time, Satsuki?”

“MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“He won’t let me sing!”

Iori’s hand slid down his face and onto his chin. “Huh?”

“He always gets to sing the good parts of our songs, and he won’t give me his!”

Satsuki’s laughter went silent.

“Let him breathe, Reo.”

Reo stopped for a few seconds, letting Satsuki gasp for air. Once the pink-haired boy felt that the red-haired was breathing well enough, he went right back to his ribs.

“YAHAHAHAAA NOOAAAHAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEO!!”

“Suffer!”

“REO WAHAHAHAAIT!!”

“Nope!”

“WE CAN SING IT TOGETHER!!!”

“...What?” Reo stopped.

Satsuki coughed, struggling to speak. “W-we can, we can sing it together.”

Reo looked over at Iori.

“Well, Reo?”

Then back at Satsuki.

“It’s a deal!” Reo smiled cheerily.

“Tasukatta…”

#reblog #tickletober

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