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fluffyficsanddreams · 4 months

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Still My Little Boy

Summary: Teenaged Michael thinks he's too cool for something as "childish as tickling"... William thinks that is an absolutely heinous crime, and eventually, a certain little brother decides to join in.

This was requested by anon, so whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this!!

It was about 7:30 in the evening at the Afton household when a loud slam was heard throughout the house. That was the front door, slammed by William's oldest son who had just returned from a hangout with his friends. Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the living room. Unbeknownst to his family, he had just fought with his buddies—and it wasn't just that usual argument you have over ice cream flavors or music taste. After that fight, he wasn't sure he'd talk to his friends again.

Michael jumped as he saw his father walk into the room, a confused expression on his face, alerted by the door slam. "Michael? You said you'd be back at 9, it's only 7. Did something happen?" William asked, taking off his rubber gloves that he used while he worked downstairs on whatever new mechanic parts. Michael swallowed, not wanting to tell his father about what had just went down between him an his friends—why should he? That was his business, after all—but William couldn't help feeling concerned at the anxious expression on Michael's face. Walking toward his son, William placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, what's wrong? You can trust me, alright?" He asked again, but Michael stayed silent, not making eye contact with his father. He was born stubborn, and once he was set on not doing something, he absolutely refused to do that thing—and William knew that. Although... his father was aware of one time-tested method to get things out of his son...

William chuckled and took Michael into his signature dad-hug, and his son exhaled, letting himself relax a little in his father's embrace. "Mike, I can tell when you're upset. I promise, you can tell me anything." William murmured, rubbing his son's back with a comforting hand. Michael, being his stubborn self, still refused to open his mouth.

"Michaael... you know what happens when you don't tell me somethiiiing." William cooed, to which Michael tilted his head to look up at him in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked, and his father actually chuckled. "Don't tell me you forgot about the ol' tickle monster, didja?" William asked, a smirk on his face. Michael groaned and rolled his eyes, shoving at his father's hands. "Daaad, you know I'm too old for that dumb stuff." His son sighed, to which William placed a hand on his chest and gasped in mock surprise. "Whatever on Earth are you talking about? You're never too old for that 'dumb stuff', since you'll always be my baby boy." William replied dramatically, and he began to poke and prod at Michael's sides. The teen started to squirm in his father's arms, tiny half-stifled snickers escaping him.

"Hmmm... I thought you were too old for your dad's tickles, you shouldn't be affected!" William teased, scribbling 8 fingers over Michael's lower sides. "Pfftdahahahad! Nahahahaha!" His son broke into a fit of laughter, writhing in his father's grasp. William had to hold on a little more than he'd used to, as Mike had naturally grown stronger with age—but that, of course, didn't stop him. "Dahahahahad! St-stohohop!" The teen protested, feeling his legs giving way as the tickling weakened him, resorting to holding himself up by leaning against William which eventually led to the two basically melting to the floor. "I'm not stopping until you tell me what's wrong!"

Now laying on the floor, Michael kicked out his feet as William continued his tickle-monster attack, poking at his son's stomach rapidly with a couple fingers, causing Mike to snort between laughs—one of his signature things, his family could recognize Michael's snorts from a mile away.

Due to this, Michael's younger brother walked into the room having heard all the noise. Evan looked astonished at what was unfolding on the floor, as he'd never seen his tough, brash older brother laughing so hard. He giggled, approaching the scene. "Papa, what's going on?" Evan asked, a wide, amused smile on his face. William looked up at his second son with a smirk as he continued to tickle his oldest to bits. "Well, he may not have ever told you, but your brother here is ridiculously ticklish."

"AHAHaham noHOHot!" Michael shouted in protest, cut off by his own cackle as William vibrated his fingers into his stomach. Evan giggled, walking toward his brother and sitting next to him on the floor.

“You know, Mikey, I think I should get you back for all those times you tickled me,” He spoke, to which his older brother shot his eyes open at him and tried to glare at him before squeezing them shut again in his laughter. “Dahahohohon’t you DAHAHARE!” Michael threatened, Evan not at all intending to listen to him and sitting up by his head, shoving his hands into his brother’s underarms, earning a screech and newfound cackles.

William winked at his second son with a chuckle. “You see, bud, what you wanna do is scribble all your fingers at the same time, like this.” Their father suggested, showing Evan what he was talking about by scribbling 8 fingers between Michael’s ribs, causing the teen to arch his spine as far as it could go before crashing back down again. Evan nodded eagerly, a bright smile on his face as he imitated what William had just shown him in his older brother’s armpits, not expecting the loud shrieking that came out of Michael’s mouth. He was almost alarmed, but he shrugged it off when he saw how brightly his brother was smiling and laughing. It was a rare sight, but Evan and William both wished that they could see it more.

“Okay, Evan, do you want to see something cool?”

“Yeah!”

Michael’s eyes shot open once again as he immediately realized what his father was referring to. “Nonononono! Don’t, please don’t!” He begged, nervous giggling pouring past his lips already. William pretended to think about for a moment, holding a hand to his chin.

“Hmm… let’s see… no!” His father replied mischievously before pulling Michael’s shirt up, and taking a deep breath…

“PBBPHBPPBBT!”

“YAAAHAHAHAHA!”

Michael actually screamed before letting out the loudest cackles Evan had ever heard. William’s signature thing was raspberries, of course! Evan knew that from his own experiences. Now Michael was practically a red-faced, cackling, snorting puddle.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAHAY! I GIHIVE UP! I’LL TEHEHELL YOU!” The teen finally screeched, and William lifted his hands from his son’s body and let Michael out from underneath his grip. Evan giggled as he watched his older brother gasping for breath, his face flushed red and sweat beaded on his forehead. “Mikey, we should do that more.” Evan smiled, to which Mike shot a glare at him and growled, “Shut it.” He was trying to be intimidating, but the wobbly smile that split his face gave him away completely.

“Hey, be nice to your brother. Now, tell me what was wrong.” William prompted, placing a hand on his oldest’s shoulder. Michael exhaled, having regained most of his composure, and recounted some of the fight he’d had to his father.

“I’m sorry, bud. But hey, friends come and go. Just know that I’ll always be here for ya, alright? Your old man loves you.” William told him, taking him into a gentle hug. Michael exhaled in his embrace, wrapping his own arms around his dad. The teen felt his younger brother hug him from behind, and a small smile crossed his face.

He wouldn’t trade these moments for the world.

#sfw tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fluff #lee!michael #ler!william #ler!evan #fnaf tickles #requested

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lunarisntlee · 4 months

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Trapped

Lee: Michael

Ler: Ennard, Circus Baby

Michael was frozen in place by Ennard's mechanical tentacles. They were wrapped around his arms and were now tying them up over his head. Ennard's head was right in front of him, and Michael could see the large red glow of its eyes.

"Well... what are you waiting for? Are you not going to take me apart?" Michael had already unfortunately accepted what his 'fate' was.

Ennard's tentacles suddenly shot forward, wrapping around Michael and lifting him off the ground. Michael scrambled to free himself, but the mechanical limbs were too strong. Ennard's head moved close to his neck, and Michael felt its breath on his neck.

"So you're just going to stare at me then, hm? Not gonna do anything?"

Ennard suddenly tilted its head, as if giving Michael a better angle of its face. Michael tried to see behind him, but the tentacles were blocking his view. Ennard's head moved closer and closer to Michael's neck.

"Come on... do something... tickle me, maybe?"

Michael instantly felt regret after saying that. Ennard suddenly wrapped one of its tentacles around Michael's torso. It began tickling his ribs lightly, causing Michael to squirm and laugh hysterically. Ennard's eye glow got brighter and brighter as it laughed at Michael's reaction. When Michael tried to pull away, the mechanical arms wrapped around him more tightly.

"pFfT aHhaaAahah eEhhhNnAahaHHaard nOohhOOoho!!"

Ennard's tentacles began to move down. Ennard tickled Michael's belly, which made him laugh harder. Ennard then wrapped its tentacles around Michael's arms and started tickling his armpits. Michael could not help but let out loud laughs and screams as he flailed around, trying to escape from Ennard. Ennard's eyes continued to glow brighter and brighter.

"BAAHHAAHHAHAH NOHOHOT THEHEHE AHAHARMPIHIHITS-!"

Michael was now almost completely paralyzed due to Ennard's relentless tickling. Even the slightest touch to his exposed stomach had him kicking and laughing uncontrollably.

As Ennard saw Circus Baby walk into the room, it paused for a moment and smirked. Circus Baby could see how helpless Michael had become beneath Ennard's power, his body writhing around beneath the relentless tickling. Circus Baby then walked over to Michael and began touching his belly as well.

Michael could barely move his body. Every touch felt like it was taking his breath away. Circus Baby now had one of her fingers inside Michael’s bellybutton and began circling it, causing Michael to squirm and laugh uncontrollably despite his best efforts to remain calm.

"AAHAAHHAAAH I-IHIHIHI CAAHAHAANT- YOHOHOUOU GUHUUUUHYS AHAHAARE AHAHASSHOHOHOLES-"

Circus Baby's finger was making Michael laugh and squirm uncontrollably as she continued to circle his belly button. Ennard began to tickle Michael’s legs, grabbing his feet and circling the heels of his feet. At this point, Michael was completely defenseless as the duo’s relentless tickle attack was driving him to the edge of insanity. Circus Baby's finger had now started to spiral into Michael’s belly button, causing him to kick and squirm more vigorously.

"AAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAA NOOHOHOHOHOO IHIHIHIIT TIHIHIIHIIIHHCKLES-"

And that's when Ballora appears. Lovely, more for Michael. The more the merrier.

And for the rest of the night, Michael's hysterical laughter was heard throughout the place.

#fnaf tickle #lee!michael #ler!ennard #ler!circus baby #fnaf #tickle fic

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secret-laughs · 1 year

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I’ll get to reqs soon I just need to post self indulgent stuff

nsfw/18+ blogs dni

#fnaf tickles #yes this is michael lmao #i need to hear him laugh you dont understand #i dont think ill post abt this fandom again tho….maybe #tickle art #sfw tickling community #tickle community #lee!michael

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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The Sacrificial Lamb's True Identity

Michael and Vanessa finally find out the truth about the ball pit. But when a new version of the Daycare Attendant shows himself to him, Michael turns himself into the sacrificial lamb to save his old and new friends.

Part 9 of "Michael Meets the Daycare Attendant". Part 8

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user. Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy this fanfic!

Michael was unsure what to do. This guy was staring at him with shock and…almost an emotional look on his face. The phone guy touched Michael’s hair with his fingertips and dragged his thumb down Michael’s more exaggerated jawline. “Oh my gosh…you’ve grown to really resemble your da-”

“Mr. Afton?” Michael asked with a dry chuckle. “I prefer calling him Mr. Afton.” Michael added. “Plus, I’ve heard that way too much for one lifetime.” Michael admitted.

Scott bit his lip and let go of Michael. “Telling by your name choice, Mr. Afton still has a long way to go to earn that father title.” Scott said.

Michael softened his expression. “You knew what he was like?” Michael asked.

“Knew? God, more than just knew. I experienced every single mannerism from that man over the years. When I found out what he did, I…I regret saying that I saw something like that coming.” Scott admitted.

Michael tsked and crossed his arms as he looked down. “You’d think he would’ve chosen not to commit child murder after losing two of his own kids from his death machines.” Michael told him.

Vanessa cleared her throat and put her index finger up. “Telling by what you’re saying, You knew the infamous man?” Vanessa asked.

Scott chuckled. “Again, ‘knew’ doesn’t even begin to describe how well acquainted we became.” Scott admitted.

“Yes…I know him. He’s…a blood relative.” Michael admitted.

Jeremy slowly walked up to Vanessa. “Hi…I’m Jeremy.” He said softly.

Vanessa softened her rigid expression upon seeing how nervous and timid Jeremy was being. “Hi Jeremy. I’m Vanessa.” She told him. “And…You’re about Michael’s age?” She asked.

Jeremy widened his eyes and looked at Michael. “Oh no. No no no, I’m older- much older than him. I’m in my 30’s.” Jeremy admitted.

Vanessa raised an eyebrow and looked at Michael. “What’s he talking about?” Vanessa asked.

Michael looked down and bit his lip. “Well…”

Jeremy looked at Michael. “Did you wake up in the ballpit too?” Jeremy asked.

Michael looked at Jeremy. “I…” He blinked and tried to look away from the scar on his face. “Yeah…sorry, yeah. I did. Did you?” Michael asked.

“We both did.” Jeremy replied.

“Huh…So you’re supposed to be in the old pizzeria.” Michael added.

“That’s where we were before. How do we get back?” Scott asked.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.” Michael admitted.

“Wait wait wait…” Vanessa interrupted. “You all woke up in the ballpit…how did you guys end up in the daycare in the first place?!” She asked.

“I was searching the burnt down building that the animatronics, and my uncle Henry had burned and died in. I escaped before experiencing the brunt of the fire.” Michael said, uncovering his upper arm and showing them the burn mark. “I…wanted to find Henry’s cassette player and hear what his last words were, but…I fell through a weird, deep hole in the middle of the floor.” Michael told her.

“I was…wait, burnt down building?!” Scott reacted. “What burnt down building?” Scott asked.

“The building that the pizzeria used to be in.” Michael replied.

Scott squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his nose. “When was the pizzeria burnt down?” Scott asked.

Michael raised an eyebrow. “The night before. And I know who did it.” Michael told him. “It hadn’t been taken down yet.” Michael added.

Scott widened his eyes as he remembered the hole in the stage. “Oh god…The hole was a teleportation device…” Scott muttered.

Jeremy looked at Scott. “Are you talking about that hole on the stage that was never fixed?” Jeremy asked. “The one you fell into during our shift?” Jeremy asked next.

Scott nodded. “But how did you get in? Did you fall in too!?” Scott asked.

“You had mysteriously disappeared mid-shift. I tried to find you, but all I could find was this hole and your hat. With the hat just there and your body nowhere to be found…I jumped in after you.” Jeremy told him, taking off the hat on his head and handing it to Scott. “Speaking of the hat, here.” Jeremy said.

Scott narrowed his eyes at Jeremy. “You are the most anxious person I have ever met. There is no way you actually walked around looking for me.” Scott told him. “Especially with those ‘death machines’, as Michael described them, walking around that night.”

Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. “Adrenaline can make you do crazy things.” Jeremy told him. Scott stared at Jeremy…then, he stared at the hat…before looking at Jeremy again. “...And you couldn’t bother to carry this down?” Scott asked, deadpanning at him.

“No.” Jeremy replied. Then, he slowly lowered his chin. “...And I wanted to see if we had the same head size…” Jeremy slowly admitted.

Scott responded by hitting Jeremy with his hat. “You dumbass.” Scott spat. Jeremy yelped and cowered back, not wanting to get hit again.

“Hoo hoo HOO! What’s a dumbass?” someone said behind them.

Michael widened his eyes and slowly looked at Vanessa. “Uh oh…” Michael muttered.

Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned. “Great…” She muttered. Scott covered his mouth and squeaked with horror.

Jeremy widened his eyes as well, before grunting and flicking Scott in the forehead. “Good job, Phoney. Now the ‘Daycare Attendant’ knows swear words.” Jeremy told him.

“Not if we reset him.” Vanessa said as she tackled the Daycare Attendant to the ground. In no time at all, she opened up the back plate and placed it aside. She attempted to power Sun down but he was shaking around so much that her finger slipped off the power button and onto the blue button beside it, that had a white moon shape on it. “Uh oh-” Vanessa’s finger retreated, but it was too late. “Dammit! I pressed the wrong button!” Vanessa yelled.

Michael growled and walked up to intervene. “Let me do-” Michael yelped as a white and blue hand slapped Michael down to the ground. The Daycare Attendant was no longer sun-themed. It now had the face of a moon, with new blue and white clothes. The pants and the hat both had stars on them. The Daycare Attendant jumped away from the humans, and flicked the light off. “Naughty naughty boys…” The animatronic teased.

Michael widened his eyes. “Who’s that?” He asked, fear in his eyes.

“The Daycare Attendant.” Vanessa replied.

“Well-” Michael facepalmed his own forehead. “I mean, he looks different.” Michael told her.

“He’s Moon now. Why they thought it would be a good idea to put the ‘Moon’ button beside the power button, is beyond me.” Vanessa told him.

Moon jumped towards Michael. “It’s past your bedtime. You must be punished!” Moon declared.

Creating a plan in his head, Michael put on a confident face. “What’s my punishment for being up past my bedtime, Moon?” Michael asked.

Moon’s smile widened almost to a Jim Carrey-like smile before his wiggling fingers slowly rose up. “I think you already know the answer to that question, Mikey.” Moon teased.

Michael smirked back. “Everyone else, run. I can take it from here.” Michael told them.

“But you don’t know how to power him down!” Vanessa reacted.

Michael chuckled. “You partly did already…and I think the rest is blatantly obvious.” He added before taking off running. “Ring the Walkie-talkie when you get out!” Michael yelled.

“MICHAEL-” Scott yelled.

“IGNORE ME! GO! SAVE YOURSELVES!” Michael shouted.

“Ooooh! A tickle CHASE! I’m gonna getcha, Mikey-Wikey!” Moon declared as he started jumping and chasing Michael around the daycare.

As Michael climbed the play equipment, he watched as Vanessa brought Jeremy and Scott up the slide and out of the daycare. Then, he smiled as he heard the walkie-talkie alarm go off in his pocket.

BEE-EE-EE-EE-EEP!

Michael smiled. That was his cue to go apeshit. “I’ll NEVER SURRENDER! HAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed before letting go of the equipment. Quickly, Michael started to drop towards the colorful ballpit below.

But right as he’s about to dive in, he feels a hand grab his ankle. Michael stopped dropping rather abruptly, and stayed hanging in the air for a moment or two. Michael was momentarily stunned by the sudden drop.

“Wh-Wait-” Michael looked up (by looking down) and widened his eyes when he saw the familiar white face with the blue hat.

“P e e k a b o o.” Moon said somewhat quietly.

Michael yelped and tried kicking Moon’s hand to get him to let go. But Moon only lifted Michael up and flipped him, before grabbing Michael under the armpits and dropping into the ballpit the rest of the way.

Michael hit the ballpit like a surfboard slapping the water, and quickly yelped. “aaAAH! Wait- WAHAIT!” Michael doubled over and struggled to get out of the animatronic’s grip. But it was like getting out of handcuffs…Literally impossible without a key.

…Not…that…Michael would know about that, or anything…

NO, IT IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK.

Michael held his breath and kicked his feet all over the place while Moon just casually targeted his ribs, his belly and his armpits. Michael struggled and wiggled all over the place.

“Funny…This naughty boy is wiggling around like a fish out of water!” Moon reacted. “But how ticklish is this helpless little fish?” Moon asked.

Michael looked up, almost hoping and praying there was a hand reaching down into the ballpit to come and save him. But no such luck. There was no one but himself.

But wait…Why is he fighting this? Why is he hoping for a rescue? He knowingly sacrificed himself for his coworkers and former family. He should be letting Moon destroy him right now. Logically, he knew this. He knew he was supposed to let Moon tickle him to bits. But his body was fighting and struggling to get out. He could guess that the tickles were more overwhelming than he was expecting. But he decided enough was enough. Time to let Moon have what he wants!

Michael’s lips grew into a wide smile as he finally bursted out in fluffy, euphoric giggles. “Bwahahahehehehehe! HEHehehehehehe!! Yohohohou- Yohohou’re rihihight. Ihihihi’m toohohohoo ticklihihihish!” Michael admitted.

“YES! The dam has finally broken! Out comes the giggles! Let them flow out of you like an open tap!” Moon declared.

“Whahahat ahahahare yohohou? aha wrihihiter or sohomethihihihing?” Michael asked.

“Not exactly.” Moon admitted. “Though…” Moon brought his voice box closer to Michael’s ear and started to whisper. “I heard I do have a special way with words~” Moon admitted before wrapping his arms around Michael.

Michael looked at Moon, confused and still giggly. “Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohoing?” Michael asked.

Moon widened his eyes and looked away as he quickly started clawing his nimble fingers into his sides. “N-Nothing, just coming up with another way to tickle you!” Moon said next, trying to cover up his first initial idea.

“Ohohou lihiHIHIAR! LIHIHIAHAHAR!” Michael yelled.

“Liar?! Are you calling me a liar?!” Moon asked with a smirk.

“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHARE A TEHEHERRIBLE LIHIHIAR.” Michael yelled back.

“Ooooh, says the one with a wallet from the 1980’s.” Moon dangled the man’s wallet in front of its owner. Before Michael could reach up and grab it with his free hand, Moon pulled it away from him and put it in his shoe. “I’ll keep that for later.” Moon told him.

“GIVE IT BA-” Michael reached his arm behind him, accidentally leaving his right armpit vulnerable. And within a couple seconds, Moon had dug his fingers into the secret spot. “aaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD! OHOHO NOHOHO- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael shouted, shaking his head back and forth as he cackled and laughed.

“Ooooh! Looks like I found a SUPER ticklish little armpit!” Moon reacted. “And I wonder…Is this little lefty armpit ticklish tooo?” Moon asked as he wiggled his fingers literal millimeters away from Michael’s other armpit.

“WAHAHAIT-” Michael clamped his arm down, trying his damndest to cover up his armpit. But it was almost like Moon had a backup plan in case this happened:

Cause the moment Michael did this, Moon moved his fingers up and tickled the back of his neck. “Coochy coochy coo~” Moon teased.

Michael let out a glass-breaking squeal and leaned his head back more to cover up his neck. But he wasn’t able to cover up his neck quite enough to halt his progress. “EEEHEHEHEHEEEE! NO! NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Michael yelled, unable to properly think straight.

“What’s it gonna be, Michael? Cover up your armpit and let me tickle you silly on your sensitive little spiiine?” Moon asked as he gently drew one single finger up and down the spine area from his skull to his shoulders. “Or cover up your neck and let me skitter, skitter, skitter my precious little fingers…” Moon started tickling with 4 fingers, 2 fingers on either side of his spine. “-right on your deep widdle armpit?” Moon finished.

Michael was struggling to think. Which tickle spot was worse to take?! Which spot could he handle better?! The neck made him squeal like a puppy, while the armpit made him laugh till he started snorting. And in his own opinion, both outcomes were equally as embarrassing. “IHIHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW.” Michael replied.

“Pick your poison, Snow White~” Moon teased. “And make a wish~ Because only one of the poisons you pick will make your wish come true~!” Moon decided.

Michael tried to think of what to do with himself. His own laughter was enough to distract him from trying to make a good choice he wouldn’t eventually regret. Should he choose the armpit? Or stay with the neck? Choose the armpit? Or choose the neck?

Armpit? Or neck?

Armpit… ?

Or Neck…?

As Moon slowly dragged his finger up and up his neck, he felt tickly shivers move down his spine and as his smile grew larger and larger…his squeals went higher and higher. With Moon’s single finger driving him insane as it was, Michael finally threw his left hand back to cover up his neck.

“Oooooh! So I see you’ve chosen the armpit!” Moon declared as he wiggled his nimble fingers closer and closer to his left armpit. “However, I have changed my mind a small bit…” Moon swiftly moved his fingers over to the belly. “GIGGLE BUTTON TICKLE TIME!” Moon declared as he started swiftly swirling his finger in the boy’s outie belly button. “Coochy coochy coooooo~”

Michael wheezed almost immediately and instinctively sucked in his belly to get his finger as far away from his belly button as possible. But the finger only followed his belly and swirled into his belly button once more. He would suck his belly in more, and the finger would only follow alongside it and tickle him again. Soon, he had sucked his belly in so much that he couldn’t properly breathe anymore. So he was forced to unsuck his belly to breathe. But this in turn, brought Moon’s evil finger even close to his belly button.

This almost perfectly reminded him of that time he was handcuffed. His friend of 3 years had stolen a pair of police handcuffs from his policeman father of 24 years, going on 25. And his friend had handcuffed Michael’s hands together behind his back in an attempt to arrest him for ‘being a goddamn nuisance’. And after doing a ‘roleplay’ of a court scene, his friend had ‘sentenced him’ to ‘20 minutes of tickles and 25 years in jail’. Michael remembered pulling on his cuffed hands and rolling around wildly while his friend tickled his belly button almost mercilessly.

But in the end, they both had to admit what he had done, because the policeman had the only key to get out of the handcuffs. And with Michael free and the handcuffs only being used for platonic fun, the father let Michael go without any repercussions.

Even though his hands were free at the moment, this was exactly what Michael was reminded of when Moon tickled every inch of his belly button. “Hey, Mikie~” Moon asked.

“HEHEHEHEHE- WHAHAHAT?” Michael replies.

“You haven’t said anything besides the usual ‘HAHAHA!’, ‘AAAHAHA’, ‘HEHEHEHE’, and the occasional loud ‘SQUEAL!’.” Moon told him, using his voice speaker to perfectly imitate Michael’s previous laughing fits within the last few minutes.

Michael quickly looked down to cover up his deepening blush of pure embarrassment. He groaned and went mostly quiet.

“...What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Moon asked.

“.........You’re embarrassing me.” Michael mumbled.

“Embarrassing you…” Moon thought for a moment. “Is that a good thing?” Moon asked.

Michael’s blush deepened even more at that question. He had no idea, honestly.

“Anyway…” Moon pulled a wallet out of his shoe. “Why do you have a wallet that looks to be made from the 1970’s?” Moon asked, showing him.

“Wha- HEY!” Michael yelled, attempting to grab it. But Moon pulled it away. “Nope. Too late. You want it?” Moon asked with another growing smirk.

“Yes!” Michael yelled. “Then COME AND GET IT!” Moon shouted as he jumped out of the ballpit, using Michael’s stomach as leverage. Michael felt himself get pushed further down into the ballpit. When he came to his senses again, Michael pushed himself through the bright colored balls and swam himself out of the ballpit. He managed to reach high ground before taking off running after Moon. “GET BACK HERE!” Michael yelled.

“NOT A CHANCE! HAHAHAHA!” Moon shouted back. And while Michael was chasing him around the Daycare, Moon had opened up his wallet and started snooping. He quickly found his debit card and his health card, and started reading his drivers license.

[3 DOB: 03/19/1971]

But as he kept reading, the animatronic slowed himself down.

[Michael R. Afton]

Moon slowed to a stop and looked at Michael. “You’re related to Mr. Afton?” Moon asked, visibly shocked.

Michael widened his eyes and froze for a moment…then, he quickly tried to get his wallet back. “Give it back!” Michael ordered. He soon grabbed Moon’s arm and held it back, looking deeply into Moon’s eyes with a frown on his face. “You’ve seen enough.”

“And…and I see you were born in the 1970’s?” Moon asked.

Michael ripped the wallet, and his driver's license out of the animatronic’s hand. “Yes. What’s it to you?” Michael asked as he reached and grabbed Moon’s back.

“Mr. Afton didn’t die until 1989.” Moon told him.

Michael stopped moving and softened his expression with slight shock.

“That would mean you…were around when Mr. Afton was alive and running the old pizzerias.” Moon added.

Michael bit his lip and gently started to pick up the animatronic. “Let’s just…get you fixed, alright?” Michael told him.

“Are you Mr. Afton’s son?” Moon asked.

Michael sighed and closed his eyes. He took in a breath and clicked the power off button on Moon’s back. “Shutting down in 3…”

“2…”

“1…”

#identity reveal #resetting moon #soft moon #self-sacrifice #ticklefic #ler!moon #lee!michael #funny childhood memories

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zaris-tickle-blogs · 10 months

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Hi, I'm Rayna, I will be doing tickle fics for fnaf, Mha and other random stuff. Please don't hate.

Characters that I will be mainly using.

FNAF

1. Michael Afton

2. CC Afton

3. Y/N

4. William Afton

5. Moondrop

6. Sundrop

7. Gregory

8. Glamrock Freddy

MHA

1. Isuku

2. Bakugo

3. Kiri

4. Danki

5. Mr. Aziawa

6. All Might

7. Presient Mic

8. Hawks

DSMP

1. Dream

2. Gorege

3. Sapnap

4. Karl

5. Ranboo

6. Tommy

7. Pilza

8. Technoblade

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nomnonsworld · 1 year

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To be decided

Tommy gets asked to babysit Michael for a few days and a lot of things happen.

TW: slight panic attack, almost falling out of bed, incredibly cute and soft in the beginning and end. I’ll put a warning where it begins and ends. If you don’t like any of these things, feel free to ignore this!

Words: I'll figure it out soon

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Ah, our good ol’ Bee Duo had work to do today. But someone had to look over Michael. So why not go with the person who loves kids the most?

"Unca Tommy!"

Michael yells in glee while running at Tommy at full force. "Hey ya little squirt," "Thanks again for looking after Michael for us Tom's. Alright Michael, Papa and I got some work to do. We will see you later

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Ok so something I hc on Michael is the fact that he is being taught English so he gets words confused or doesn't pronounce them all the way. So instead of 'uncle' it's 'unca' Tommy!

#dsmp tickle #ler!tommyinnit #ler!tommy #lee!michael

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The man the myth the gamer

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Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)

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behind the scenes of the finale of “twin peaks” (1991)

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Trivia for Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

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“I’m never gonna draw for this fandom again” I LIED

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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A Trade for Oriental Avenue

Michael and Henry are playing a game of Monopoly together. Things get heated when Henry, for some reason, buys Oriental Avenue, which prevents Michael from getting a monopoly. And things turn silly when Henry offers Michael a weird deal...

This fanfic was suggested by @fandom-glitch. I hope you enjoy!

Michael was sitting at the table, looking at Henry as he landed on a blue space. “Vermont Avenue. Guess who’s buying their first blue property?” He said with a smirk.

Henry chuckled as Michael put two 50’s into the bank. “$100 mundo’s.” Michael said as he took the Vermont card from the deck.

“What a waste.” Henry muttered with a smirk, looking at the cards he had. He had two brown cards, and a green card so far, and $1080 still.

“What are you talking about?! You call Vermont Avenue a waste?! What about North Carolina Avenue?!” Michael reacted. “That was $300!” Michael reacted.

“And it was worth the investment!” Henry reacted.

“Was it now?” Michael asked. “Now shut up and roll.” Michael told him, giving him the dice. They only had 1 dice, so they were rolling the dice twice to make up for the lack of a second dice piece. “What happened to the second dice for this game, by the way?” Michael asked.

Henry took the dice and rolled it in his hands. “It was taken out and used for another game, and I ended up giving it away without taking back the dice. So it’s forever missing.” Henry explained. He threw the dice onto the board, and watched as it landed. “Five…” He picked it up and rolled it again. “-and three. Eight.” Henry said as he grabbed his top hat piece. He moved it 8 pieces to the left, making him land on GO. “Yes! I get $200!” Henry declared, taking two $100 bills from the bank.

Michael chuckled and rolled the dice next. “Three…” Michael picked it up and rolled it again. “and one. Four.” Michael said as he picked up the car piece. Michael moved the car 4 spaces up and over to the right, landing him on the Electric Company space. “Hmmm…” Michael thought for a moment, and looked at the amount of cash he had in his hand. “I think I’ll go for it.” Michael said as he pulled out a $50 bill, and a $100 bill from his hand. “$150 for the Electric Company.” Michael said.

“What a shock…” Henry joked.

Michael groaned and hung his head. “Goddammit.” Michael muttered.

“Watt?” Henry asked with a smirk.

Michael took out the Electric company card from the deck and showed him the card. “You’re not being very bright.” Michael told him.

Henry laughed. “Woooow.” He said as he took the dice from Michael. He rolled the dice, surprisingly getting a two. “Is it two late to remind you who the pun master is?” Henry asked.

Michael took the dice and rolled it. He got a four. “Fun fact: Puns happen to be my four-te.” Michael told him.

Henry rolled his eyes and moved his top hat piece 6 times up. The spot he landed on, made him smirk widely. “How pissed would you be if I bought Oriental Avenue?” Henry asked, stopping the pun game for a moment.

Michael widened his eyes. “Don’t.” He warned.

Henry pulled out a $50 bill.

“Don’t you dare!” Michael warned.

He pulled out a $20 bill.

“I will destroy you if you take my monopoly!” Michael warned.

He pulled out another $20 bill. “Not if we just trade.” Henry told him.

Michael gave Henry the biggest, most evil glare he could, trying his absolute best to convince him NOT to buy Oriental Avenue.

Henry slowly grabbed the yellow $10 bill…

“UNCLE HENRY, I SWEAR TO-”

Henry put the $10 bill in with the rest of the cash, and placed it into the bank. And just as fast, he grabbed the deck of properties and started shuffling through them. “It’s too late, Michael.” He pulled out the light blue card and slapped it onto the table. “I have Oriental Avenue.” Henry declared.

Michael looked at Henry with defeat. How DARE he prevent him from getting a monopoly! That’s so unfair! What the hell!

Michael growled and picked up the dice. “Gimme that, greedy bugger.” Michael muttered.

Henry laughed, finding Michael’s British language to be both identical to his father’s, and also hilarious. “Ohoho my god you have no idea!” Henry laughed.

Michael blew into his hand, and threw the dice. “Four.” Michael rolled the dice again, and threw it onto the table. “Three.” Michael said. He grabbed his car piece and started tapping his piece across the board seven spaces over. “New York Avenue.” Michael said. “How stupid would I be to take it?” Michael asked.

Henry rolled his eyes. “I mean, you’ve wasted a lot of your money already. Minus well keep going.” Henry said.

Michael gave Henry an annoyed glare. “Says the one who bought Oriental Avenue for NO REASON!” Michael yelled.

“Do you wanna trade? Cause I’ll gladly trade you.” Henry asked.

“YES.” Michael yelled back.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll trade!” Henry grabbed the Oriental Avenue card and placed it in the middle. “But it’s irreversible.” Henry said. “And no counter offers.” Henry told him.

“No counter offers?” Michael asked.

“Noooo counter offers.” Henry clarified. “Done. What were you suggesting?” Michael asked, not even realizing what he was doing.

“I’ll give you Oriental Avenue, and $300 for…” Henry placed the $300 onto the table with the card. “5 minutes to tickle you.” Henry told him.

Michael’s face went from focused, to shock in a matter of seconds. “...I’m sorry, what?” He asked.

“Oriental Avenue and $300 for 5 minutes to tickle you.” Henry told him.

Michael sat back. “...You have got to be kidding me.” Michael muttered.

Henry laughed. “I’m not! I’m not kidding at all.” Henry said.

Michael closed his eyes as he realized something horrifying: “...And I agreed to no counter offers.” Michael muttered, before rubbing his nose. “Dammit.” He muttered.

Henry laughed a little more as he crossed his arms. “So:” Henry looked at him with a smirk. “Deal? Or no deal?” Henry asked.

Michael looked at Oriental Avenue…and the $300. It was not a bad deal, honestly. It was actually more in his own favor than in Henry’s favor. He could’ve done only Oriental Avenue for the 5 minutes of tickles, but no! He threw in $300 more dollars. And that would be enough to put him back in the thousands again. Michael really needed both those things…but he didn’t want to have to be tickled for them…

But…it would seem he had no other choice.

Michael finally gave in. “Deal.” Michael said.

“Deal?!” Henry reacted, holding his fists up eagerly.

“Deal.” Michael said.

“YES!” Henry got up onto his feet and pushed Michael down onto the carpet. He pulled out his phone, and pulled up the timer. “Alright. 5 minutes starts…” Henry clicked the button. “NOW.”

Henry put the phone down as quickly as he could, before digging his fingers into the ribs on Michael’s back. Michael widened his eyes and covered his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut as giggles filled his lungs. “aaAACK- Kkkk-” Michael shook his head, refusing to laugh at first. Henry rolled his eyes and sighed. “Well if you’re gonna cheat, I minus well just do my worst.” Henry said before blowing a raspberry onto the right side of his ribs. Michael squealed and squeaked, before losing control of his laughter. “BWAAAAAHAHAHAhahahahahaha! Hehehehenryhyhyhy WAHAIHIHIHIT!” Michael shouted.

“Nope! No waiting. Just tickling and laughter.” Henry said somewhat quickly. “I only have 10 minutes, so I’d better make every second count.” Henry told himself out loud. “Now how ticklish is your whole rib cage?” Henry asked before skittering on both sides of Michael’s front, lower rib cage first.

Michael squeaked and cackled helplessly, trying and failing to push Henry off. “THIHIHIS IHIS UNFAHAHAHAIRRRRR!” Michael yelled.

Henry smirked. “Remember the deal? Oriental Avenue and $300?” Henry told him before moving his hands up to the middle of Michael’s ribcage, right on the abs area.

Michael threw his head back and giggled a bit more higher-pitched. “EEEEEhehehehehehe! HAhahahahaha! *snort* Leheheheave myhyhy ahabs alohohohone!” Michael ordered.

Henry chuckled and moved to the middle sides of Michael’s ribs. “But then I’d be wasting my 5 minutes!” Henry argued playfully. “Now: I wonder if I can still play a bit of piano on your ribs.” Henry told him.

“WAHAIT- NAHAHAHAHA- NOHO PIAHAHANOOHOHOOO!” HAHAHAhahahaha!” Michael yelled.

Henry laughed. “Didn’t your Mom used to do this?” Henry asked, starting to play chords with his left hand on Michael’s right rib cage, while playing a ‘melody’ with his right hand on Michael’s left rib cage.

Michael squealed and snorted, clenching his fists as he tried not to hit Henry in the process. “aAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! AAAHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEHHEEE!” Michael giggled, dropping his head back onto the ground.

“Oh yeah! I forgot certain spots make different sounds!” Henry reacted as he moved both his hands up to Michael’s upper ribcage, close to the armpits.

Michael’s wiggles started right up again, as his laughter changed up completely. He was now snorting every 10 seconds, and cackling through his clenched teeth. “EEEHEHEHEHEHEE! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE- IHIHIT’S TOHOHOO MUHUCH- YOU’REKILLING MEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Michael shouted.

“Too much, you say?” Henry asked. “Too much to handle?” Henry asked. “Too much to handle for another…” Henry looked at the time. “3 minutes and 7 seconds?” Henry asked.

Wait, WHAT?! Michael thought. THAT’S HOW LONG IT’S BEEN?! Michael thought more.

“YOHOHOU’RE BEHEEEING UHUHUNFAHAHAHAIR!” Michael yelled.

“No I’m not! I’m making this 100% fair!” Henry reacted. “We agreed to Oriental Avenue and $300 so I could tickle you for 5 minutes.” Henry told him. “IHIHI REGREHEHET AGREEHEHEHEHEEING TOHO THIHIHIS!” Michael told him.

“No no no. You regret agreeing to being tickled for 5 minutes.” Henry said. “And when you receive the money and the property, you’ll see how easy and painless this was.” Henry told him.

“SHUHUHUHUT UUUUHUHUP!” Michael shouted.

Henry giggled and moved down to the front, lower ribs, right near the belly button. “Let’s give this spot a few more tickles, shall we?” Henry asked as he played his lower ribs like a piano.

Michael covered up his face, muffling his laughter in the process and covering up his bright red face. “YOHOHOU SUUUUHUCK!” Michael yelled at him.

“I know, I know. But isn’t this fun?” Henry asked.

“WHAHAHAHAHA?!” Michael quickly squeaked as he felt his belly button get poked. OH NO-

Henry watched as Michael’s belly shrunk down to get away from Henry’s finger. He chuckled. “Belly button still ticklish?” Henry asked.

Michael squeaked again and uncovered his mouth as deep, long fits of cackles left his mouth. “HAHAHAHAhahahahahahaaaa! EEEHEHEheheheEEEHEE! NOHO BEHEHELLY BUTTOHOHONNNN! PLEEEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Michael begged.

“I will take that as a yes.” Henry replied with a smug grin. “Now, I’m curious:” Henry moved his hands to his hips. “Are your hips still ticklish like your Dad?” Henry asked.

“WAHAIT- WAAAAHAHAHAHAIT!” Michael shouted.

Henry dipped his thumbs into both sides of Michael’s hips.

Michael SCREAMED and cackled wildly. He was an utter mess from all the laughter and tickles. It was exhausting! And yet, it was also…somewhat fun? But at the same time, not. His feelings on this offer were a lot more complicated now. Some parts of it were fun, and other parts of it (like the hips) were AWFUL! The only problem now was…How much time does he have before it’s over?

“Almost 30 seconds!” Henry told him. “You got this, kid!” Henry told him.

“NOHOHO IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Michael yelled at him.

“Yes you do! It’s already been 8 seconds!” Henry reacted, looking at the time: 0:25 seconds left.

Henry started scratching on the hips, causing Michael to throw his head back and cackle all over again. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” Henry teased. “Who’s super ticklish? Who’s de super ticklish boy in this room?” Henry teased. “I think it’s Mike!”

Michael snorted and covered up his face again, hoping and praying that it would all be over soon.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP!

“There goes the timer!” Henry reacted, removing his hands from Michael’s hips. Henry grabbed his phone, and stopped the notification. “Congrats, Michael!” Henry reacted. “You win Oriental Avenue, and $300!” Henry declared, placing it onto Michael’s side of the board.

Michael was breathing somewhat heavily as he laid on the ground, utterly exhausted. Even though it had only been 5 minutes, it still felt like it had been longer. Much longer. But…He believed it was only 5 minutes. Henry would never lie to him.

“Now: I think it’s time you decide if you’re taking New York Avenue, Michael.” Henry told him.

Michael nodded and got up, sitting at the table again. He grabbed the $200 and put it into the bank, before grabbing the New York card from the deck. “It’s mine now.” Michael said.

“Sounds good.” Henry replied.

Michael put the orange card beside his 5 other cards, and smiled a bit. He was getting pretty far into the game already, and was getting properties left and right. He was determined to see what would happen throughout the game, and how long this game would end up going for. So, he held onto his $960, and prepared for a long game of properties, houses and pure luck.

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This fanfic...was very fun to write. For this fanfic, I actually set up a small game board, and grabbed game pieces from my own copy of Monopoly. It was really fun, and this whole fanfic was improv. It was written based entirely on the irl rolls I made against the board. I had to play the game, write it down on my laptop, go back to the game, write it down, and repeat. It was really cool, and it made writing a bit more fun! Here is the link for the picture of the Monopoly game I had set up

#monopoly classic #board games #fair trades #funny #fluff #banter #ticklefic #ler!henry #lee!michael

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