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Tickletober Day 29: Ghost Tickles
fandom: criminal minds
word count: 840
pairing: spencer reid x reader (established relationship)
summary: spencer experiments when he finds out you've never been tickled before
“You’ve seriously never been tickled before?” Spencer asked you, surprise apparent in his tone of voice. You shook your head.
“No. I mean, not that I can remember. Maybe when I was little, but I haven’t been in the past 25 years. I don’t even know if I’m ticklish,” You shrugged, sighing a bit. Spencer pondered this information around in his head. He’d been with you for almost a year and he’d known you for 6 years before that. He knew that tickling was something couples normally did in relationships, but had never thought to do it himself.
But Spencer couldn’t ignore the faint pitch of disappointment your voice had when you said that you’d never been tickled like the girl in the movie you two had been snuggled up to watch together. So, he smiled and turned on his side to face you more directly, a smile gracing his features.
“Well… do you want to know if you are?”
You blushed a bit under his gaze, but nodded. “Yeah, I kinda do. But go easy on me! I know it can be torture for some people.”
Spencer chuckled. “There are two different forms of tickling: Knismesis and Gargalesis. We’ll focus on Knismesis which is just the light touches that give you goosebumps just to see where you’re sensitive.”
“Okay… yeah,” You breathed out, a bit nervous.
“Lay down flat,” Spencer ordered. You did as you were told, sliding down so that your head was pressed onto your pillow and your body laid flat on top of your mattress, hands resting comfortably at your sides. “Good. Now, we’ll try the most common places and if at any point you feel like it’s too much, just tell me to stop.”
You grinned and relaxed deeper into the bed. “I will.”
Slowly and cautiously, Spencer brought his fingers up to the soft skin just below your ear and gently ran them down until he reached the crook of your neck. A smile broke out on your face immediately and your shoulder scrunched up a bit. As he had described, goosebumps arose all over your body and a shiver ran down your spine.
“Woah. That felt like a ghost was tickling me or something,” You said, resetting your body back into the previous position. “It was weird.”
Spencer didn’t respond. Instead, he put more weight in his touch and used his blunt nails to scratch lightly down your neck again. You giggled this time and shrugged your shoulders up out of pure instinct.
“Okay, your neck is definitely ticklish. Give me your arm,” Spencer stated, holding out his hand. You eagerly held your arm out for him, watching every movement of his hand. He placed the pads of his finger onto your wrist and dragged them up to your shoulder, smiling with satisfaction when he felt the goosebumps return.
Then, without announcing what he was doing, he wiggled his index finger into the pit of your arm. You pulled your arm away from him and slammed your elbow into your side with another giggle. Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him.
“That’s a pretty common reaction. Most people are really ticklish there, even to the lighter touch,” Spencer answered your question without you needing to ask. “Try and keep your arm up.”
You huffed and gave him your arm again. Spencer gently pinned it to the bed with his own and fluttered his finger in the hollowed space for a second or two more. You genuinely laughed this time, your body arching away from his fingers.
“Okahay! That’s bahad,” You laughed, pulling your arm out from under him. Spencer smiled at your reaction and nodded.
“It’s a place not many people can handle,” He replied. He rested his hand on your stomach, looking to you for permission. You bit the inside of your cheek and hummed a small yes.
Teasingly, Spencer lifted his palm so only his fingers were touching the skin through your shirt and he slowly dragged them across every inch of your belly, sides, and up to your ribs. Every once in a while, you’d giggle and shift away out of self-preservation, but tried your best to keep still.
Spencer found a wildly sensitive spot just below your navel and slipped his hand under the hem of the shirt just to flit his fingers across it, laughing himself when you let out a giggly whine and pushed his hands away.
“I think it’s safe to say that you are very ticklish,” He uttered, playfully digging into your side for a second. You yelped in surprise and shifted away from his hand. Spencer laughed again. “There will be another time to explore the other kind of tickling if you’re up for it. For now, how about we finish the movie.”
Smiling, you nodded and snuggled back into him, letting a breathy laugh shoot through your nose when he pressed a ticklish kiss to the back of your neck.
Now that Spencer knew better, he’d be doing that more often.
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hii! for the tickletober prompts, how about lee dipper with day 12? like the ler (they can be whoever you see fit!) knows/discovers he is really weak to them so they get him. hope you're doing well!
TickleTober Day 12 - Nibbles/Bites
Thank you! I had a helluva time picking a ler for this, but I think Stan fits best. I need to write for him more anyways. This idea ironically happened less than 10 minutes after I finally chose Stan. My brain is weird like that (TvT). I hope you have a fun spooky season, Enjoy!
Lee: Dipper
Ler: Stan
Summary: Dipper is stressing out over the summer spooky season. Stan decides he needs a visit from a special kind of monster.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
Once again, the Gravity Falls Summerween store opened its doors. The odd tradition began again for the year, residents joyful as they picked out candies and decided on costumes. Well, every resident but one.
A certain brown-haired, blue-hatted tween was sitting in the Mystery Shack gift shop, biting at his fingers. Ever since the whole "Summerween Trickster" fiasco, Dipper had been wary of the town's strange holiday. He would never forget the scene of Soos eating that thing…ugh.
Stan was taking inventory, making sure nobody had nicked any of his moderately overpriced merchandise. His eyes eventually drifted over to his worrisome great-nephew. That kid would worry himself into the ground if Stan let him…
"Hey picks-a-lot, those cuticles taste good?" He walked over to the teen, flicking the bill of his hat. The older man didn't mean anything malicious by it. He's just unapologetically mean sometimes. Dipper was used to his Grunkle's antics, brushing the comment off.
Dipper tucked his hands in his jacket, looking down at the register. "Sorry Stan. Just thinking about…stuff." He hadn't realized he'd been biting his fingers again. It was an old habit, one he wasn't keen on picking back up. Yet there it was.
The uneasy expression on his face was barely hidden. Stan didn't really know what to do about the kid's nerves. Normally, he'd sick Mabel on him. The tween was out with Candy and Grenda, so that wasn't an option. What to do, what to do…
"Uh…look kid. You want the rest of your shift off? I've got the shop covered, and you look pretty dead." He gave it to the kid straight. Dipper looked like he was one loud noise away from snapping, his fraying nerves and general high-strung mindset on overdrive. Stan could handle the almost empty gift shop, Tuesdays were always slow.
Dipper nodded, hopping off the creaky cashier stool stool. "Yeah, please. Thanks, Grunkle Stan." He lumbered up the steps to the attic, gently closing the door to his shared room behind him.
What was Stan gonna do with that kid?
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The next few days weren't any better. With the rapidly approaching local holiday, Dipper's nerves only grew. Mabel didn't really notice, too enamored by costume ideas and trying to figure out Waddles's measurements.
He didn't really know the absolute cause of his worry. Was it the chance of Mabel getting hurt? The possibility of another garbage candy monster? The fact that he still can't unsee Soos eating his way out of the monster? All are good guesses. He just wished he could pinpoint which one it was.
His antsy demeanor hadn't gone unnoticed by the other Mystery Shack residents. Soos had tried to get him to play some arcade games at the mall, but he just wasn't up for it. Wendy had little to no luck, her attempts to get him to loosen up going nowhere. It was up to Stan…and he had no idea what to do.
He had tried things that worked before, offering him an extra break and listening to his rants about the Journals. Dipper just wasn't up for infodumping at the moment, and he just got lost in thought on his breaks. On the morning of SummerWeen, Stan finally threw in the towel. He did the only thing he had left; asking Mabel what to do.
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When he opened the door, Stan was met with Mabel trying to put a superhero suit on Waddles. She was dressed in similar attire, her cape dragging behind her. "Oh, hey Grunkle Stan! You come to see the best heros this side of the Falls kick some butt?"
Stan chuckled, shaking his head. He felt a bit bad for the pig, he doubted those tights were comfortable. Better Waddles than him, though. "Nah, I'll be quick. What should I do to get your brother to loosen up? Kid's been freakin' all week."
Mabel's eyes widened as he said this, her brain quickly piecing together the signs she hadn't noticed. "Crud…he has been anxious." She fidgeted with her hair, giving the pig a moment to nibble on his cape. "I normally talk him down, but if that hasn't worked…maybe make him laugh?"
Stan sighed as she said this. He considered himself a pretty funny guy, but his humor normally made Dipper groan or question his existence. Not the best for making Dipper laugh, though it always gets a chuckle out of himself
His thoughts wandered to the times he had made the kid snicker, landing on a few well-timed zings and one-liners. The last was when he had been messing around with Dipper in the gift shop. He poked his great-nephew's side, and he squealed. He hadn't done anything then, but now? Oh, it's perfect.
"Hey Mabel…your dorky brother is stupid ticklish, right?" She nodded, a smile slowly forming on her face as she figured out her Grunkle's intentions. Waddles nudged her arm, showing off the lovely slobber stain in his cape fabric. "Silly guy, now I gotta redo your cape! Grunkle Stan, do you think you can get Dipper to be less Dipper-ish by 6:30? Our costumes this year are super, heheh"
Stan rolled his eyes, his mischievous mind racing with ideas of how to get Dipper back to normal. Well, as normal as the tween gets. "Yeah, alright. If you hear girlish screaming, cheer me on." He shut the door behind him, leaving his grand-niece to her silliness. That kid never fails to make him smile.
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Dipper was in the living room, a costume hung on the chair in front of him. Mabel's costume idea that summer was super heros, with him being the villain. It was actually kinda cool, with the utility belt of fake gadgets he and Mabel had put together. The only problem was him.
He was worried about putting the costume on. First off, it would mean going out and trick-or-treating with Mabel. Nothing's wrong with it, his brain was just telling him it's childish. There's also the fact that he's worried the Trickster might come back. Black licorice was bad enough before, but now he can't look at a stick without getting shivers. They very easily could've died.
Stan was creeping in the doorway, watching the tween's inner dilemma. If he wanted to be mean, he could've scared the crap out of him. But, showing a shocking amount of restraint, he knocked on the doorway. Stan walked over to him, ruffling the boy's hair. "Anybody home up there?"
Dipper, successfully snapped out of his daze, swatted at his Grunkle's hand. "Stan! Knock it off!" The older man chuckled, pulling his hand away and smirking down at the tween. That look…he knew that look. The look that meant Grunkle Stan was up to absolutely no good. "Stan…?"
He barely gave Dipper time to think before he snatched his great-nephew in his arms. It killed Stan's back, but it was worth it to hear the shocked yelp and protests from the kid. "Put me down! Stan- get off! Mabel!"
Stan flopped down in his recliner, holding Dipper in his lap. No help was coming for the boy. Mabel was in on it, as he quickly learned, and nobody else was at the Shack. It was just him, Stan, and the evil look on the older man's face as he wiggled his fingers. Crud.
"You worry too much, kid. You're gonna have more grays than me, and I put up with all'a you!" Those wiggling fingers were getting a bit too close to his stomach for comfort. Dipper squirmed, but with the way Stan held him, he was trapped. "Always thinkin' about these monsters and crazy creature things. You're so stuck in yer head, you didn't even notice the monster right in front of ya…"
He tazed Dipper's side, making him squeak at the unexpected touch. "Stahan, wait, plehehease-" He was so unbelievably screwed. "The TICKLE MONSTER!" Stan finally put his wiggling fingers on the boy's stomach, clawing and digging into the ticklish area.
Dipper squealed, shoving at his Grunkle's hands and writhing in his lap. His negative and anxious thoughts quickly faded to fuzzy, ticklish surprise. He hadn't expected this from Stan of all people. Mabel, absolutely, but Stan? He didn't really know how to react. "STAHAHAN! WHAHAHAT ARE YOUHU DOHOIHING?!"
"What's it feel like I'm doing, ya goofus? I'm tickling the snot outta ya. Now hold still." He spidered his fingers across his belly, making sure to get a few scratches in his belly button. "GEHEHET OFF! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHAN!"
Dipper kicked his legs, wishing the recliner was bigger. He barely had any room on Stan's lap, his legs nearly hanging off the armrest. Stan had him positioned so that his midsection was almost unprotectable, his arms practically pinned to his sides.
The tickling, as unexpected as it was, wasn't awful. He'd never tell the old man, but he was having a bit of fun. It was nice to let loose, to let his worrisome thoughts melt into giggles and squeaks.
The boy's laughter was, in Stan's eyes, adorable. It was nice to see the nervous kid laugh like that. Thinking of the night to come, he imagined the kids' costumes and candy-grab ideas. Candy...an evil idea bloomed in his mind. An evil, ticklish, awful idea. "I'm getting pretty hungry, Dipper. Might just have a quick snack…" He pulled up Dipper's shirt, waiting for the teen to catch on.
And catch on he did.
"Stahahan- Stan don't! Nonononoho!" Dipper's eyes went wide when he figured out Stan's plan. There's no way he could handle those. The tween desperately tried to get away, kicking out and trying to grab his Grunkle's hands.
His Grunkle easily pinned Dipper's hands, smirking down at him. It was almost too easy. Stan lowered his head, nibbling on his great-nephew's poor belly.
Dipper shrieked.
"NAHAHAHA! GRUHUNKLE STAHAHA- STAHAHAP!" He tossed his head back, kicking and thrashing under the ticklish nibbles. Stan's old man stubble wasn't helping. The scratchy texture made it so much worse.
Stan was enjoying himself. Hearing the kid's laughter reminded him of the stupid things he and his brother would do as kids, the fun they'd have. Before it all went south, they'd do this all the time. The best part was that he knew Dipper didn't mind it.
Just to be a jerk, he started making little "nom" noises as he nibbled the boy's stomach. Dipper twisted and shoved at his head, but Stan wouldn't budge. The tween resisted the urge to hit at Stan's head, instead gripping his silver hair. He didn't tug, but just grabbed on, needing something to do with his hands.
The nibbles traveled across his midsection, going from his stomach to his ribs, then back down to his belly button. Dipper was in stitches, the simple action reducing him to a cackling mess. He could barely think, his mind reeling at the assault on his nervous system. It wasn't bad, but it was mean.
Dipper managed to last for another two minutes before reaching his limit. The boy's laughter had taken on a breathy edge, his thrashing slowed with exhaustion. He patted the top of his Grunkle's head, tapping out.
Just like that, the torturous sensations stopped. Stan chuckled, raising his head and rubbing his great-nephew's midsection to try and ease the phantom tickles. Dipper curled into himself as he giggled out the leftover buzz. "Youhuhu…you suhuck…"
That got him a poke to the side. "Watch it, giggles." And Dipper, not having much of a choice, giggled. Stan let him go with a knowing smirk. The tween quickly slid off his lap, rubbing his sides. The clock read 5:30, just in time for him to get ready. "Your sister wants you dressed in an hour. Don't be late."
He left the room, leaving Dipper alone with his costume. Stan knew it wasn't a permanent fix. The boy was always stressing about something. He just hoped that the playful moment eased his worries for the night. Those kids deserve a good night.
The tween looked over at the suit, a small smile still on his face. The negative thoughts from before were gone, replaced with a light and happy feeling. He picked up the dark fabric, sliding the mask on over his red face. Maybe the night wouldn't be so bad after all…
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Hello hello, everyone!! I decided to try my hand at a Tickletober list this year, since there’s always a few floating around! And putting it out plenty early for people to plan and prep, me especially lol.
This list is open to anyone and everyone who wants to use it! Do as many or as few days as you’d like, mix and match, do them out of order, substitute another tickletober prompt list alongside it, whatever you wanna do! And, of course, interpret the prompts however you’d like!!
And I’d love to see what y’all create, come October when it’s time for works to go live! My url can get a bit confusing at this point I suppose lol, but if you wanna tag your works as #augtickletober2022 I’ll be poking through the tag throughout the month to see what y’all are creating with this list!
Have fun everyone!!
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TickleTober2022/Day 19 - Revenge
Genshin Impact - Kaveh x Alhaitham
As a click sound could be heard, Kaveh stepped back with a pleased smile. Alhaitham, on the other hand, already had a faint blush on his cheeks after exposing his bare stomach to his roommate while he finished settling his new invention.
The new invention, as Kaveh described, was a gadget supposed to help people relieve stress and ease muscular pain. Despite some bigger circles, the whole thing looked like a belt.
And, after a lot of pleading and puppy eyes, the engineer managed to convince his roommate to help him test it out.
“Are you sure this isn’t going to hurt?” Alhaitam said with worry in his voice, finally lowering his shirt and testing how strong was the ‘belt’, noticing that it was firmly locked around his stomach.
“Ah, pretty sure, 70%, I’d say,” he spoke casually, making Alhaitham frown. With everything settled, he just needed to press a button and… it was on.
The sound of the vibrations were barely starting to get audible when the scribe’s knees buckled. Using one of his arms to wrap his stomach and the other desperately holding into the closest furniture as he tried to keep his balance.
“It doesn’t hurt right? I told you,” Kaveh grinned, listening to his roommates muffed giggles.
“K-Kahahveh- t-tuhuhurn it ohohoff!”
“Ah, yes, I will. In a while,” his words made Alhaitham wide his eyes, being struck in confusion, “or did you think I wouldn’t remember how you spoke ill of me a few days ago?” He chuckled, admiring his playful revenge doing wonders on his roommate.
Right. The scribe could remember letting out a few complaints about how his home would be turned upside down whenever Kaveh started working on a new project, leaving open boxes and screws all over the room. “W-whahAHat?! H-hng,” he bit his inner lip, trying to contain the wide smile spreading across his face as the ticklish vibrations started to cover his entire middle.
“Now, even though you can consider this my revenge for your nasty words, I’m still counting on you to test it out for me. So after you enjoy yourself with my new invention, I’ll be eager to hear your feedback,” Kaveh continued, now with a kind and warm smile on his face.
“NohOHOh, gehEHEht thihihis ahahaway f-from meHEHe,” the scribe cackled, finally giving in to the laughter as he tried to protest against the inventor’s plan, but only hearing a soft chuckle in return.
“In a while, my friend… Revenge is a dish served cold, right?” Kaveh chuckled after muttering to himself, gladly taking a seat and starting to note down the results of his new invention while enjoying the sound of Alhaitham's laughter filling the room.
A/N: Eheh, sorry for the delay (again) ~ It is still 19th here thought…Anyway, back to the fic, I thiiink Kavetham might become my new obsession when we get a clear look of what Alhaitham’s roommate looks like :,D but i’m already craving for content for them so here we are heheh, hope you enjoyed your reading!
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Tickletober Day Eight - Death Spot
Notes: For the anon request! Inspired/based on this comic by @vqler because I have an unhealthy obsession with it lol; credit to them for some of the lines in this! I went a little off prompt as it’s only really lee!Bakugo at the end, but I’ve already written two fics where he’s gotten wrecked, so I’m gonna say I’m allowed~
Summary: Deku’s rest is interrupted after Bakugo decides to make him the entertainment for the afternoon.
Deku was on the couch when Bakugo found him. Sprawled out, one arm thrown lazily over his face, one of his legs dangling off the edge of the cushion. He looked exhausted. It was rare to find him in such a state, as usually the nerd managed to keep a fairly upbeat commentary going no matter what the situation. However, on that particular day it was hot out, the sun beating down mercilessly upon the poor students of UA. Training had been hell that day, and even Bakugo had to admit that he hadn’t performed his best under the circumstances.
Still, the sight of him in such a vulnerable position, all his defenses down as he nodded off, irritated the other for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Bakugo made his way over to the couch, raising an unimpressed eyebrow at the other’s sorry state. “Lounging around, are we?”
Deku didn’t even have the decency to react to his sudden presence, merely shifting a little. “Leave me alone, Kacchan. I’m tired and not in the mood to deal with you right now.”
Bakugo bristled. He had received many things from Deku—admiration, respect, fear, terror—but never dismissal. He narrowed his eyes. That was not going to stand.
Without a word to the other, he clambered on top of his lap, quickly straddling him.
Deku yelped weakly, his arms coming up defensively. “K-Kacchan! What are you doing?”
“I’ve decided if you’re gonna be boring and sit around all day, it’ll just make it easier for me to have fun,” Bakugo decided, his lips curling into a smirk, “By tickling you.”
Familiar dread overtook Deku’s expression, and he crossed his arms quickly over his torso in a sad attempt to protect himself. “W-Wait, can’t we talk about this?”
“Nah,” Bakugo decided, grabbing at Deku’s arms and attempting to pull them above his head. “Don’t feel like it.”
“A-Ah, wait, Kacchan!” Deku tugged his arms down, weakly wrestling for control. “C’mon, this isn’t fair! I’m too tired to fight you off right now, just let me get some rest okay? I’ll do whatever you want later.”
The words, frantic and helpless, cut through to Bakugo like an arrow. It was rare that Deku ever conceded defeat so early. For him to give up so easily, he must have been truly exhausted.
It was the perfect opportunity.
Bakugo smirked, releasing his wrists and sliding off of him. “Alright, alright. I’ll leave you alone, since I’m feeling generous today.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets, swaggering towards the doorway. Deku watched him for a moment, confused by the easy win, but eventually he decided he was too tired to try to figure it out. He curled one arm under his head, sighing contentedly as he snuggled back into the couch.
“Ha! Naïve sucker!”
Deku yelped as Bakugo switched gears suddenly, whirling back around and charging after him. He scrambled back on the couch, throwing one leg over the edge in a wild attempt to get away. He just barely made it over before Bakugo was leaping over the obstacle with one hand, securing him around the waist and pulling him to the ground. Deku squawked, flailing around as he attempted to push him off. It was too late, however, and Bakugo had his wrists once more, pulled and pinned above his head before he could catch his breath.
“Kacchan, w-wait, c’mohohon!” He was already giggling, squirming nervously underneath him. “I—”
“What? You can’t take it?” Bakugo poked up his sides, grinning in victory as he ascended the moving path. “I think we both know you can take a lot more than this.”
Deku was in stitches already, kicking his legs out in protest as that bright laughter spilled out of him once more. “Kahahahacchan!”
“You are so dead, nerd.” Poke. “The rest of us have been training too, you know.” Poke. “What’s so special about you that you get to take a break, huh?”
Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke. To the outside perspective, the pokes were aimless, directed randomly along his torso, but Deku knew better. The crevice in-between his middle ribs, the dip of his hipbone, the center of his armpit—each one perfectly calculated to make him shriek. Which he did, throwing his head back and babbling out useless pleas.
“NAHAHA, NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” The tickling almost seemed worse with his exhaustion. His muscles were strained from earlier, and for all his struggling, Bakugo’s hands might as well have been concrete. “IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!”
“Stop being ticklish then.”
“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!”
“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to take it. That’s not my problem.”
Bakugo had to admit, there was something addicting about seeing Deku like this, giggling and squirming with his face all scrunched up and pink. He didn’t really have an excuse this time, not like any of the other times he had tickled him. There was no getting around the fact that he was doing this because he wanted to.
“EHEHEHEHEHE NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!”
In his distracted state, Bakugo hadn’t been paying attention to his hands or how they had been vibrating in the same spot on Deku’s ribs for a while now. Deku writhed underneath him, legs kicking out frantically at the ground as he lost himself in laughter.
Bakugo raised a brow, trying the method out experimentally on his right side. He was rewarded with a squeak and a round of wild cackling.
Interesting.
“Oh? Have you been hiding this spot from me? That’s not very smart you know.”
Deku shook his head quickly, and found that it was almost the truth. He really hadn’t been hiding the spot, and it was a wonder it had taken Bakugo so long to find it. In fact, if he was being honest, he was always kind of disappointed before whenever Bakugo would skip over it so quickly to go under his arms or down to squeeze his hips. Sometimes he would get perilously close and Deku’s nerves soared with hope and panic all at once, but then he would simply move past it like he did every time.
Half of Deku was tempted to stay there and let him wreck him, but he decided his victorious classmate needed to be taught a lesson first.
Bakugo’s eyes widened when Deku arched up suddenly, wrapping his legs around Bakugo’s waist and tugging him down so that he lost his balance. In his distraction, Deku managed to tug his arms free, jerking right and rolling them over so that their positions were flipped. Channeling some of One For All into his hand, he quickly secured the Bakugo’s wrists, pulling them above his head.
Deku grinned, still panting a little as he recovered from the sudden laughing fit. “I think you need to learn something about good sportsmanship. It’s not nice to attack your opponent when they’re vulnerable, you know.”
Bakugo blinked up at him, disorientated as he took in the unfortunate position change. A moment later, however, he recovered with a snarl, twisting and jerking at the surprisingly strong grip; since when was Deku so damn strong? “You little shit, get off of me!”
“Not until you apologize,” Deku said, unbothered by the ferocious glare the other was aiming at him. In all honesty he wasn’t really that mad about the earlier tickling, but this served as a nice opportunity to get Bakugo back for all the times he’d wrecked him. Besides, he had a feeling something like this would tire Bakugo out enough that maybe he could return to his nap. “Shouldn’t be too hard, right?”
“Fuck you!”
Deku clucked his tongue with a sigh. “Unfortunately for you, I don’t have time to wait for you to stop with the stubborn act. So we might as well finish this up fast.”
Bakugo furrowed his brows in confusion but before he could inquire him on what the hell that meant, Deku’s remaining hand shot down to his hip, fingers sliding into just the correct position through some kind of annoying muscle memory. Bakugo yelped, bucking instinctively against his hold—not that it did him much good with how tightly Deku was holding onto him.
And then Deku started digging his fingers in, squeezing and massaging that one spot, that one horrendously ticklish spot. That was all it took for Bakugo to crumble, pitchy yelps and cackles slipping out as he frantically kicked his legs out, trying to upend the other. All his thoughts were diverted to how much that tickled, and how much he needed it to stop right now if he were to retain any of his sanity.
He almost felt sympathy for the treatment he had given Deku earlier.
Almost.
“I thought that would get to you,” Deku said, a hint of pride slipping into his voice. “I wasn’t sure if you would still be as ticklish here as you were when we were younger.”
Bakugo wanted to tell him to fuck off, that it didn’t tickle and that he was going to be sending him to a quick and early death, but it was impossible to form coherent speech under such conditions. He was giggling, shrieking, babbling sounds that he hated and wished he could snatch out of the air and shove back down in his throat. All of his nerve endings seemed to be concentrated in that one spot on his hips. Deku was relentless, pinching the same area over and over until Bakugo wanted to crawl out of his own skin.
It was unbearable.
It was exhilarating.
Bakugo was going to kill him.
“Feel like apologizing yet?” Another squeeze, another bubble of laughter slipping out of his throat. “All it takes is two words and this can all be over.”
There was a brief moment where Bakugo considered it, if only to give himself a reprieve from the torture, before quickly dismissing the idea. He tried to tell himself it was due to pride, that he wouldn’t allow Deku of all people to get the upper hand on him. He refused to listened to the voice in the back of his head, the one that insisted that wasn’t the only reason, that insisted there might have been a seperate motive as to why he had been so quick to jump on Deku this morning.
Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut, flipping Deku off as he writhed on the ground. “F-FuhuhUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”
“Mmm,” Deku hummed, switching to a lighter approach and gently scratching his nails against his shirt. Bakugo would later deny the whine that slipped out of his throat at that. “Clearly it’s not that bad then. Maybe I should kick it up a notch.”
Bakugo screeched as Deku held true to his word, practically arching off the carpet.
They both had a feeling they were gonna be here for a while.
#tickle fic#bnha#tickletober#bakudeu#deku#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugo#tickletober2022#augtickletober2022#my hero academia#tickling#fanfiction
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Tickletober Day 25 - Teasing
A/N: this was a request from an anonymous user. thank you, I love writing bakudeku 🧡💚
Summary: bakugou's bored and deku happens to be walking by, so why not have some fun with him?
Characters: lee!deku, ler!bakugou
“Oi, nerd.”
“Yeah, Kacchan?”
“Come over here. I wanna tickle you, I’m bored.”
“WH-WHAT!?”
“You heard me. Oh, don’t give me that face. I know you like it. Now c’mere.”
Deku hesitated. Kacchan wasn’t wrong, but did he really need to be so direct about it??
“I-I… b-but, what if someone else sees??”
They were in the middle of the common room, after all!
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Deku’s entire face turned a deep shade of pink. He groaned.
“Augh! Fine. Just… b-be gentle?”
“Me? Gentle? You serious?”
Deku put his head in his hands. What was he doing??? Was he really about to risk someone walking in on him getting tickled to death right now? I mean, that wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen, but…
Deku silently walked over to the couch and sat in Bakugou’s lab. He leaned back and layed down, covering his red face with his arm. He couldn’t help it. The second Bakugou had said the word, he was hooked. Damn lee mood.
“Alright,” he said, still hiding behind his arm. “Go ahead.” He smiled wide in anticipation, despite himself.
“Go ahead what?” Bakugou took hold of Deku’s arm, revealing his already flustered expression. Bakugou leered down at him.
“D-don’t make me say it…” Deku averted his gaze.
Bakugou slid his free hand underneath Deku’s tee shirt. He held it there.
“P-plehease…”
“I know you can do it,” Bakugou began slowly tracing circles around Deku’s belly button.
“mMMHMHM NOHO! I-I cahan’t, Kacchan!”
“Then I guess we’ll just sit here until you can.”
They both froze.
“B-but I—EEHE! Don’t do that!” Deku squeaked as Bakugou hovered his wiggling fingers over his abdomen.
“Got a ticklish tummy? Huh, nerd?”
“Stahahap!” Deku whined. It was like he could feel it already.
“You’re ridiculous, you know,” Bakugou said as he suddenly squeezed Deku’s hips, just for a second. Deku screamed.
“WHAAA! Nohohooo, you’re so mehean!”
“All you have to do is say you want me to tickle you and I’ll keep going.”
Deku tried. He really did. “C-can you.. Can you, uhm… I, I uh, w-want… you uh, you to, um. To… to ti. To tick. Can. Can you. Kacchan! Kacchan please!”
“I can’t believe this is so hard for you! If you can’t say it you can just get up and—”
“NO! TICKLE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE KACCHAN!!”
“What was that?” Asshole.
“GOD DA—PLEASE TICKLE MEEEYEAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”
Bakugou drilled his thumbs into Deku’s hip bones. Deku went into a frenzy. He threw his head back, hugged his torso, and kicked his legs out desperately. It tickled so bad.
“AHAHA NAHAHAHAAA!” he was elated.
“Hmm… How about these thighs here? You got some ticklish thighs too, Deku?”
“NonononoOOHOHO! WHAAHA NOT THE—PPFFFTAAAHAHAHAA!”
“Oho, good spot? You like it when I squeeze here, don’t you? So sensitive, Deku.”
“STAHAHAAAHAP IHIHIT PLEHEHEHEHEEAAAASE! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT!”
“Can’t take it? Can’t take what? The tickling or the teasing?”
“TEHEHEHEASIHIHING!”
“Ooh, so you do want me to keep tickle tickle tickling you then, huh? All over your tiiiicklish little body?”
“NAHAHAHAAA! KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!!”
“Hey, Kaminari, do you hear that? Sounds like Midoriya.” Kiri asked.
“Yeah, you’re right. I think it’s coming from the common room. Wanna go check it out? Make sure he’s okay?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Kacchan, pleheheheease!”
“Alright, alright. I’ll give you a break.”
Midoriya tried to catch his breath. He didn’t notice Bakugou untying his shoelaces until he felt a warm hand touch his socked foot.
“Ah! Wahahait!”
“Nice All Might socks, nerd,” Bakugou smirked. “Mind if I…”
“Nohohoo!”
Bakugou slowly removed Deku’s socks (which Deku did nothing to stop). Bakugou held Deku’s ankle with one hand and began slowly trailing his fingers up from his heel to the ball of his foot, and then back down.
“EEHEhehEhehehEHEHE!”
“Pfft, dude, you’ve gotta see this,” Kaminari gestured towards the center of the room.
“aaAAHAhahahahAAHAHAHAHA! nohOOhohohoho!!”
“Whoa! Bakubro’s really wrecking the little guy! Should we help?”
“Too risky,” Kaminari shuddered.
“But what if—”
“AAAIIIIEEEHEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”
Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other. Kiri started to head in, but Kami grabbed his arm.
“We can’t!”
“Why not??”
“Because! What if he—you know!”
Kiri laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you, sparks.”
“O-okay…”
“Poor poor ticklish Deku, can your little toes not take it?”
Tears pricked the corners of Deku’s eyes. “ahAHAHA it’s sOHO BAAHAHAHAHAD!”
“Bakugou! Be nice to him!”
“Haah? Kirishima?”
Kirishima and Kaminari walked around to the front of the couch to face Bakugou.
“Aren't you b-being a little harsh?” Kami added.
“Pshh. He can take it. What, you want some too, dunce face?”
“NO!”
“G-guys? What’re you—wAAHAHAHA PLEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Kaminari blushed. Bakugou really was ruthless. Deku didn’t appear to be trying to get away, though.
“You two don’t need to be so worried. He doesn’t mind,” Bakugou said, as if he wasn’t making Midoriya lose his mind right now. “Isn’t that right, nerd?” He let up slightly so that Deku could respond.
“Ehehehehe yeahaha, I’m okahahahay you guhuys!”
“If you say so, man,” Kirishima shrugged.
“Okay! We’ll uh, see you guys later!” Kaminari said as he began to leave. Kiri followed.
“You good?” Kirishima asked Denki after they had left.
“Y-yeah! Why d’you ask?”
“You’re pretty flushed, is all.”
“Oh heh, that… I, er, I’ve never heard Bakugou use that tone of voice before.”
“Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered?”
“N-no! I, I just wasn't expecting it. That’s all.”
“Right, right,” Kiri nudged him playfully.
Bakugou slowed his pace, gently tickling Deku’s sides now.
“You get so loud.”
“Ihihit tihihihihickles!”
“Oh now you can say it.”
Deku snorted. Bakugou felt his heart swell.
“Shitty nerd,” He patted Deku’s thigh. “Had enough yet?”
Deku nodded and Bakugou stopped. Deku sat back up and wrapped his arms around Kacchan’s torso, nuzzling into him.
“Oi!!”
“Thank you, Kacchan.”
Bakugou couldn’t help but gaze at him fondly.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it.”
#tickletober2022#augtickletober2022#tickling#tickle fic#katsuki bakugou#izuku midoriya#deku#bakudeku#ler!bakugou#lee!deku#lee!midoriya#kaminari and kirishima guest star#bnha#princess scrawlings
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Tickletober Day 4 & 5: Reward/Punishment
#fill in your own long-haired blorbo#tickletober2022#augtickletober2022#tickle art#stringswork#strings does art
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sweet talk
(midoriya, todoroki)
summary: midoriya is not nearly as innocent as the others think he is.
a/n: i actually had a fic planned out for this but i lost motivation for it and ended up deleting it and writing this in a few hours so its not my best work. for the prompt ‘anticipation’!
[this is a sfw tickle fic!]
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“Midoriya.”
“Hm?”
“What are you doing.”
“‘fraid I don’t know what you mean,” says Midoriya, head pressing into the back of Todoroki’s shoulder. This is, of course, a lie. He absolutely knows what he’s doing.
“Move.”
Todoroki can’t see it, but he can tell Midoriya is pouting. “You don’t want me hugging you?”
Todoroki corrects, “Move your hands.”
Midoriya wiggles his fingers. “What’s wrong with where they are?”
Todoroki flinches violently, making the others in the room turn to look at them. “You know exactly what, Midoriya,” he hisses once they turn away.
Midoriya curls his arms tighter around Todoroki’s stomach. “I’m comfortable.”
“Then stop tickling me!” he exclaims; quietly, so he doesn’t draw any more attention to them.
“Okay.”
Todoroki freezes—metaphorically, of course. If anything, he’s rather warm. “Okay?”
Midoriya shrugs. “Okay.”
…He did not expect that answer.
While Midoriya does not move his hands, and he doesn’t even keep them still, he does carefully avoid all of Todoroki’s particularly sensitive spots that he probably knows by heart now. It’s relieving and somehow disappointing all at the same time; Todoroki isn’t a fan of being embarrassed in front of people, but Midoriya manages to bring him out of his shell more often than not, making him feel almost playful, and he’s found he doesn’t exactly hate when Midoriya does this.
Well—he doesn’t hate the tickling. He’s not a fan of anticipation. He’s not always a very patient person, especially when it comes to this. Midoriya knows, of course, and only does it for the purpose of messing with him.
He’s half tempted to grab Midoriya’s arm and pull him to his room so they can be alone, but he can hear the rhythmic sound of Bakugou chopping things in the kitchen, so it would be pointless to leave when they’ll be called back for dinner not long after.
So, Todoroki resigns himself to waiting until after dinner.
It’s horrible. Midoriya sits next to him, placing his hand on his knee under the table to make him tense up, poking extremely close to his ticklish spots, giving him bright smiles when Todoroki turns to confront him and turning those same smiles to the others when they aim a questioning look their way. Midoriya is not as innocent as they all think he is. He’s terrible and leading them all on.
Once they finish eating, Todoroki thinks he’s finally free. He is not. Ashido calls for a movie night, and he knows he’d be dragged into it even if he wanted to leave, so he doesn’t even try to escape.
Once again, Midoriya sits by him, and once again, he’s a huge asshole. Tokoyami even asks if he’s alright at some point, mentioning that his face looks a bit red, which makes Todoroki want to sink into the ground as Midoriya laughs softly at him. The worst part is that the movie isn’t very interesting at all, so it doesn’t even distract him in the slightest.
“I’m tired,” he stands up to announce as soon as the end credits show. As he starts to walk away he can hear Midoriya excusing himself as well, saying that he’s still exhausted from training earlier before he runs to catch up.
“Are you alright?” Midoriya asks once they’re sitting on Todoroki’s bed. “You were fidgeting a lot earlier.” So sweet. So innocent.
“You,” Todoroki hisses, “are the worst.”
Midoriya tilts his head, grinning. “I did what you asked.”
And Todoroki can’t argue with that, because it’s true, but Midoriya is still being unfair. “I take it back,” he grumbles.
“Take what back?”
“You know what.”
“I just want to be sure.”
Todoroki is not going to ask for it.
Midoriya seems content to wait however long he needs to.
Fuck. “What I said earlier. You can—” The words catch in his throat. He’s going to kill Midoriya, if Midoriya doesn’t kill him first. “You can tickle me. I don’t care,” he adds on, trying to save his last shreds of dignity.
Midoriya shrugs. “Well, if you don’t care either way, I don’t see any point in—”
“Midoriya!”
That finally pulls a laugh out of the freckled boy. “Sorry, sorry!” he says, not sounding sorry at all. He wraps Todoroki in a hug, moving so his hands are on his sides. “Are you sure—”
“I’m going to kick you out,” says Todoroki, moments before Midoriya begins squeezing his sides and he’s being broken down into laughter.
“Good luck doing that now,” teases Midoriya, hugging him sweetly like he hasn’t been torturing him all day—like he isn’t still doing it. “I’d be surprised if you could do much now that you’re all giggly.”
“Sh-uhut up,” huffs Todoroki. He’s not giggly, but he’s definitely on the right track to get there, especially if Midoriya doesn’t move spots, because this is slowly becoming unbearable.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” Midoriya tells him. “Some people will be going to bed soon. Don’t wanna ruin your image.”
“I’ll kihihill you.”
#cant tell if this is ooc or not. oh well#my fics#arty writes#tickle fic#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#shouto todoroki#izuku midoriya#lee!todoroki#ler!midoriya#tododeku#ig?? if you want#augtickletober2022
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Tickletober 2022 - Day 10: Ticklish Kiss
A/N: Another late one, I know I know. This one's EXTRA special because of two reasons! This was not a request, I had the idea. And I had help writing this fic! The ever wonderful @goblinden, whom I've known for many years now, helped me out when I asked and we co-wrote this fic together! It was super fun to create and I really hope you all enjoy our joint hard work <3 (It's also a really long one, so yay!)
Fandom: Stranger Things
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson
They had only been together for a short while, maybe a few months at most, but the dungeon master knew he had already fallen victim to a Charm Person spell as soon as his eyes laid upon the king himself. Eddie had grown attached to Steve; and eventually over a few beers and a joint they officially became a 'thing.'
And one thing he learned that he loved was kissing. He didn't think he would ever be an affectionate type but Harrington had him wrapped around his finger. Kissing was his favorite activity, more than hugs surprisingly. And he always craved more. Whenever Steve would leave his side, even to go to the bathroom, he would whine like a little puppy and wait very patiently for his return. And now that same scenario was playing out… They were hanging out in his trailer while his uncle was at work, huddled up watching a movie that Eddie forced Steve to watch. Horror, of course, his absolute favorite! And he will get the former jock into horror, dammit! They had taken a break from watching the movie to enjoy a wonderful makeout session. After having a few beers, Steve was bursting to go to the bathroom and Eddie reluctantly had to let him go. So he waited, pouting as usual.
Steve was in the bathroom, feeling buzzed but not drunk, and he was just thinking about Eddie, even though they've been separated for probably 30 seconds. The metalhead was hard to resist and very hard to stop thinking about. Steve looked in the very small trailer bathroom mirror as he was washing his hands, picking through his hair and fixing out of place strands since he wanted to keep looking good for Eddie. Eddie hadn't yet commented about his hair as much as old girlfriends did, so he didn't know why he cared so much about its appearance. Old habits die hard, he supposed.
Steve checked his breath and licked his lips before sliding the small door open and stepping out again to an awaiting Eddie.
"Miss me?" he saw how Eddie's demeanor clearly showed that he did. Steve plopped himself back down on the couch and rested an arm along the back of it as he stared at Eddie with a small smile playing on his lips.
Hearing the toilet flush was like hearing the horn of a goblin troupes surrender. It was glorious. As soon as the man had stepped out of the tiny bathroom he was almost vibrating in his seat, his eyes never leaving the king as he sauntered over to sit down beside him once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off him so he instantly leaned into his side when he put his arm on the back of the couch just to feel his heat once again.
“No, not at all,” he said, his voice almost dripping with sarcasm; but he did turn his attention back to the movie for the time being.
Not even 5 minutes in he already felt himself licking his own lips and his hands began to fidget, he needed contact with Steve and he felt like he was going to make his already semi-pink lips sore by how much he was licking them and biting them. When the movie got to a boring part, at least in Eddie’s eyes when there wasn’t any blood and guts and gore, he turned to Steve and gave him a nudge to face him. And when he did he locked his lips with his again and he swore he saw stars, humming in delight as he moved his lips to new territory and placed them on his cheek and jaw, and then went to his neck. Eddie nuzzled his nose to get Steve's amazing (he would never admit it) hair away from the back of his neck while making his journey.
Steve found himself smiling more genuinely when Eddie cuddled into his side. This was so soft for the crazy, manic energy this guy typically brought with him. It was a nice change. And he fell for it when he felt Eddie's nudge, looking right at him only to be met with a kiss. Steve kissed back with a passion, as horror movies were never quite for him. He was thankful Eddie took it easy on him by breaking up their movie viewing for makeouts.
The kisses Eddie bestowed upon him started spreading and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks. Steve was enjoying every second until Eddie brushed his nose into his neck in a very particular way as the kisses trailed. Steve jerked before he could stop himself and his head ditched Eddie's touch. And then mister perfect hair froze. The blush he'd been pleasantly feeling during the kissing morphed into a deeper, more embarrassed red. He didn't even look at Eddie.
Eddie was so caught up in loving on Steve’s skin, he almost didn’t notice what he was doing. The one thing that made realization hit him was when Steve jerked and annoyingly moved away from his touch. At first he wanted to pout, thinking that he wasn’t in the mood anymore after going to the bathroom, or the movie was too scary... but then he saw the blush that was on Steve's face now 10 shades darker than before. Did he hurt him? No no, there weren’t any cuts or bruis-- Ohh…
A wide grin instantly came onto Munson's face, almost predatory-like. And a mischievous sparkle began to circle in his chocolate button eyes.
“You good, pretty boy?” he scooted closer to him and the hand that was just gently relaxing near Steve’s thigh slid over to hold onto it so he couldn’t slip away so easily.
“Did I strike a nerve?”
Yeah, he was gonna have fun with this one.
"I'm good, Munson," Steve responded, acting as cool as a cucumber. Or at least in Steve's panicking mind, he totally one hundred percent came off that way, "Got a chill. Or you know, maybe your dumb movie actually scared me a little," he placed his hand over Eddie's that was now gripping his thigh tighter.
Steve wasn't entirely dumb, as he could see the lightbulbs of realization flickering behind Eddie's brown eyes. But kill excitement with disinterest, is what he always said. Yeah, he's never said that, but it fit for this moment.
"I'm sorry for scaring you off," Steve ran his thumb across Eddie's ring-covered knuckles and turned his head and went in for another kiss, this time to Eddie's lips. If he got him away from his neck, everything should be fine and thus go back to normal.
Eddie had to hold back a laugh seeing how nervous Steve was. Steve's change of subject coupled with some shifting affirmed Eddie's suspicion. The dungeon master knew how to counteract attacks that never went according to plan.
He went along for a moment, of course, wanting Steve to think he had won. But alas, he was just dragging himself down into a dark dungeon where not even the king could crawl his way back out without a few wounds. It was perfect.
As Eddie felt Steve’s hand, his fingers laced together with his, interlocking in a sweet way but also a firm grip to keep the man to his side. With a quick motion, he moved down and began kissing at Steve's neck again. This time he kept him there. Whenever thy king shall lean hisself away, thy monster in the dungeon remainéd close. Eddie kept his lips and slight stubble on the target at hand.
Well, fuck.
Those was the first words that popped into Steve's brain when Eddie went straight for his neck once more. Steve pulled away, or he tried to. Eddie had his hand and thigh in vice grips so he couldn't pull back far without falling onto his back on the couch.
"E-Eds!" he growled, shaking his head to throw Eddie off of him, "Wh-What're you doing?" he tried steeling his nerves and he bit on his lip, starting to enjoy the kisses, actually, when Eddie wasn't intentionally using ulterior motives. Steve hadn't made any noises that resembled laughter yet, so he still felt he had a shot. A shot in the dark, maybe but a shot nonetheless.
“Well, Stevie boy,” Eddie leaned back for a moment to just look into Harrington's eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love your lips. They feel good, soft, perfect for kisses, but... I wanna try something new! Ya know?” he was grinning wide, going on and on while leaning closer and closer, til he eventually leaned so far he pushed Steve down onto his back and hovered over him. One hand was used to keep Eddie propped up, so he wouldn’t fully squish him, even though he was skinny. And Steve liked to point that out all the time. The other hand still held Steve's and pinned it to the cushions of the couch so he couldn’t yank up his shoulder, leaving it open for Eddie to get at his sensitive little neck.
The puppet master went so far as to swing one leg over Steve's to give him just a little bit of extra coverage when it came to Steve’s escape.
Steve reluctantly listened to all the stupid words spilling from Eddie's mouth and it only made his nerves heighten. And then he was being pinned, and he knew he was in for it.
“And with the way your skin got goose bumps tells me you like it, too, hm?” Eddie purred. He dove back in without waiting for Steve’s response. These kisses were more… light, airy, and tickly than the usual passionate ones. And he made sure to cover the side of Steve’s neck with them, even going up behind his red blushing ear.
"I doho like when you kiss me, yeah, dumbass," he had to agree with that statement. And when Eddie went back in for more, Steve groaned since these kisses were not at all the loving ones he was used to. They tickled like all hell.
"Shit!" Steve exclaimed after his breath hitched and giggles flowed from his mouth shortly after, "Ohoho shit shit shihit-- Eddie!"
There it was! The delicious nectar of the gods Eddie craved!
“Steeevie.” Eddie had to whisper into the man’s neck just to send the chills flowing all over the place between kisses, “When were ya gonna tell me you were ticklish?”
The kisses continued on the man’s neck and he moved down to his collarbone then back up again, going all over to find the perfect spot that would make the man truly giggle and laugh. The metalhead wanted more.
It wasn't so much the kisses as it was Eddie's breaths and nose touches that sent Steve into giggle hell. And then the stupid fucking teasing! He couldn't get a break.
"Stohohop, you shithead!" Steve cursed and he kept scrunching his face down onto his shoulder as much as his pin would allow him. But that did nothing to help because then Eddie would move right to the other side of his neck and attack there.
“You know I don’t like when people keep secrets from me, Stevie boy," Eddie teased, deciding to test the shark infested waters, blowing a raspberry under his ear.
"I dihihidn't know, okay??" Steve squeaked when Eddie blew the raspberry, a laugh coming out a bit more hearty and panicked, "NAHA-- Not a secret! Pfft! Fuhuhuhuck, Eds!"
That made Eddie pause and he pulled back to look down at Steve with a confused look across his face. The pause allowed the man to catch a break.
“You… hold up. You didn’t knohow?” He let a laugh slip out of pure shock. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington’s had so many chicks, he’s surrounded by kids constantly, how did he not know he was ticklish? Even Eddie knew that he himself was ticklish, too much for the metalhead's liking but… that can be saved for another day.
“You really didn’t know?” Eddie asked once more when Steve didn't immediately respond to the tease, a bit more care in his tone this time since he legit was thinking Steve's never been tickled in his entire existence. And geez, that was a depressing thought.
Steve sucked in a breath when Eddie paused, "I didn't-- Well, no, I knew I was ticklish. I dated Nancy for Christ's sake, she teased me about it. Just no one's ever kissed me and it made me feel ticklish…"
Why was he exposing so much and being so open? The blush on Steve's cheeks only remained, and his hair was looking disheveled, "Kisses shouldn't tickle," he said a bit softer, definitely more self-conscious and embarrassed, and he knew Eddie was just gonna keep railing on him about it, "This is new."
The grin Steve knew all too well slowly made its way back onto Eddie’s face, and he was back in business, baby!
“Wehell! Now that we got that cleared up-- yes, kisses can tickle. It is new, and it’s exciting,” well, exciting for Eddie mostly. He was bouncing on his knees, careful not to crush or hurt Steve, but he couldn’t keep still for too long, “Not just on your neck either, but I happen to like your neck.”
If it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth that would sound creepy, but it was Eddie and he was known for just being weird. He took both of Steve’s hands and pinned them to the sides of his body so he couldn’t move, and he licked his lips with a smile.
Steve didn't have much to say, for once. A nervous butterfly fluttered around in his stomach when Eddie took his wrists and held them like he did, one on either side of his face. No one's ever manhandled Steve as much as Eddie and this was all definitely new love life territory for him. He would pin girls' wrists, never the other way around!
“Shall we go on this adventure? Explore new territory?” with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Eddie kissed Steve's lips. He moved the kisses lower onto his neck and kept his kisses moving from side to side so Harrington would be caught off-guard.
Another shaky smile spread across Steve's lips and a giggle was ripped from him when Eddie went back in, "Ah! Shhhh-- hehehehaha oho shihihit," he squeezed his hazel eyes shut in mirth to try and fight the tingly sensations.
Eddie especially loved when he threw in a nibble and a raspberry! Raspberries were fun. They even tickled him a little bit with the vibration of his lips! This was too good.
When Eddie started nibbling, that made Steve's leg hitch up in the air, in an effort to squirm and escape, "THAHAT nohoho! Nonono, noho Eddie plehehehease," he snorted and he felt like his life was over. But no, it wasn't, because then the raspberries came.
Eddie was trying his hardest not to grin so much since that would mess up his whole plan. He needed his lips to tickle, dammit! But Steve’s laughter was so endearing, so tooth-rottingly sweet he just couldn’t stop smiling.
“Dihid you just snort?!” now Eddie let out a small huff of laughter that mixed in with Steve’s, and it sounded more evil than anything. The perfect laugh to fit the dungeon master himself, “Oh, this is too good, Harrington, it really is.”
"EHEDDIE! Fuhuhuck that, man! Nohoho, don't! Dohon't fucking do that!" Steve snorted again despite himself and he audibly groaned at himself after it happened. The raspberries just sucked.
And another snort! Eddie was in a dragon's horde, he had to be! Riches all around for the taking!
“Oh d--… don’t do what? Hm? Don’t do this?” and he blew a raspberry at a spot in the crook of Steve's neck where his shoulder met his neck, then nibbled on the skin afterwards. He had a hard time keeping Steve’s head in place, but hoped his scrawny body could keep him pinned. Eddie wanted to keep going, but he knew he would have to stop eventually… sadly.
Steve exploded once more, "AHA! Dohohon't fucking tease me!" he was red as a beet and his laughter came out in clear streams. It was a newer sound, even for Steve. He hadn't been made to cackle in a long while. His neck was even becoming red by this point, from all the touching there as well as from his spreading blush.
Steve squeaked and curled his knees up when Eddie returned to nibbling everywhere, and he was snickering breathlessly, "I cahahahahan't! Eds, I-I--ohoho fuck, it tickles!"
Alright, that’s enough of the neck for now.
“I’ll tease you all I want, thank you very much!" Eddie let out a huff of playful annoyance and scooted down lower on the man’s body and used his teeth to yank up Harringtons shirt to reveal his slightly pudgy lower belly. And he looked up at Steve through his eyelashes and curly bangs with another wiggle of his eyebrows, the evil look still pooling in his eyes.
“I did say that kisses can tickle elsewhere, didn’t I?” the metalhead cooed and lowered his lips slowly to the quivering tummy beneath him. His long curly hair was falling onto Steve's bare skin, making goosebumps appear on the skin. And Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet! When he did, he peppered those little tickly kisses all over his lover's tummy. It made his heart swell at hearing the new laughter it brought.
"Oho you suck so much, Munson," Steve panted when Eddie moved his head, subsequently removing his hands from Steve's. The pin was no longer in effect, and Steve was just about to scoot himself away from Eddie. But there was something in him that wouldn't let him get all the way away. Why not!? This was absolute teasing torture! He could easily kick his legs and jerk Eddie off of him and boom, tickle kisses over. But Steve sat and caught his breath.
When Eddie's lips made contact with his belly, Steve burst into another fit of laughter. His hands shot first to Eddie's head and gave it a few nudges before raising themselves. Steve used his hands to cover his face, needing to put them somewhere or else he'd start throwing punches.
"Stop!" Steve pleaded, "Eheheheddie, stop, plehehease! I neeheed to breathe, you dihick!"
Eddie was giggling like a kid in a candy store. This was so cute. Steve was the cutest, this whole night was cute. God, he was turning so mushy. Damn it, Harrington, for killing his Metalhead creep freak vibe.
“Ohokay okay. Break time,” the metalhead, sadly, removed his lips from Steve's tummy and leaned up on his hands to look up towards him, “Ah ah ah, no hiding," he reached up and began tapping at the backs of Steve’s hands and along his knuckles.
Steve lowered his hands like a good boy. His chest was heaving in the effort to recover lost air into his lungs.
“You good? You’re not dying on me, are ya?” Eddie’s face was bright as can be, his dimples shining with his big grin as he was over the moon.
"I'm nohohot dying, no. Wish I was, that was brutal," Steve leaned himself up on his elbows, "You like this a little bit too much," he pointed out with pink still dotting his cheeks, but a smile remained on his face. Steve pulled himself up a bit so he could sit up on his own without needing to lean on his arms. And his hands held Eddie's and started to tug them, "Kiss me properly," he urged him, not bitter or annoyed at anything that transpired. If anything, Steve was filled with more love for his freak now more than ever.
Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. Yep, he liked this. Liked it a lot, matter of fact. With a happy smile, Eddie nodded his head to answer Steve.
When Steve started to sit up more and take hold of his hands, he couldn’t say no. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were sparkling: the image of perfection.
Eddie leaned in and kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with much needed love and affection after Steve made it through a brutal amount of tickly, kissy torture... so he supposed Steve deserved a bit of pampering afterwards.
The two young men sat and kissed each other lovingly. Steve shut his eyes and his hands slid up Eddie's arms, gripping them as he gently nudged him to get onto his back. Now that the tables were turning, Steve could not wait to have Eddie wrapped around his finger... or rather, multiple fingers. And laughing... because of said fingers. And aw hell, he'd throw in nibbles and raspberries as a bonus, just to round out their night of ticklish kisses.
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Tickletober Day 13 - Blush
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean/Cas
A/N: What in the 2014 is going on here.
Words: 764
[Tickletober prompts]
Cas felt astounded by how colorful humanity was. How the trees shifted colors each year, how the sky could go from blue to golden to pink in a day. It all made sense, he wasn’t questioning it, but during those moments where he found himself able to actually breathe, so to say, it always caught him off guard.
Dean was colorful too. Red blood running in his veins and sometimes dripping from his skin. Green eyes looking at him so earnestly, and yet Cas knew Dean was hiding many things behind them, too. In Cas’ mind the secrets were dark blue, hidden in the dusk. Not yet ready to be seen.
Dean was pink sometimes, his skin heating from the blood that was rushing to his cheeks in what Cas knew was embarrassment, sometimes excitement, sometimes pure shyness. He didn’t see it often. It wasn’t in Dean’s nature, and yet he was blushing now, eyes avoiding Cas’ in a way he couldn’t understand.
“What is it?” he asked, because Dean had tried to turn away and Cas didn’t like that.
“Nothing.” Dean’s voice was steady, but his eyes still wouldn’t meet his own.
“What did I say?” For Cas often said things he didn’t realize were strange.
“Nothing.”
“Please, Dean.”
They were working on communicating, after spending two weeks not talking about why they kept kissing. They were working on it. It seemed to be easier for Cas than for Dean, but Cas tried to be gentle with him about it when he found Dean was pulling away.
Something flickered across his face and he finally met Cas’ gaze. “You just- kept bringing up my… sensitivity.”
Cas frowned. “I… did?”
Dean exhaled, something flustered and frustrated, as if he was angry at his own ability to feel. Silly man, Cas thought, finding feelings to be humanity’s greatest aspect.
“You-” Dean started, licking his lips, looking to the side, shaking his head, glancing back at Cas. “Forget it.”
“Dean.”
“You know how you discovered I’m, uh, ticklish the other day?”
“Yes.”
“You keep talking about it.”
“So? I find it endearing.” Cas truly did. Watching Dean dissolve into laughter just from Cas touching his hips in a particular way? It was his favorite part of humanity, how easily joy could sneak in. How unexpectedly.
“It’s embarrassing,” Dean spluttered out, face growing pinker, nearly red now.
Cas tilted his head. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh?”
Dean sighed. “It’s a human thing, I think. It kind of symbolizes weakness?”
“Which is embarrassing?”
“It’s a stupid weakness to have.”
“But I like it.”
“Well, you would,” Dean said, his blush changing form now, turning into something related to Cas and only Cas. It was softer, vulnerable in a way Cas knew Dean wouldn’t want to talk about if brought up. Not yet.
Cas took a step closer so that he could run his finger over Dean’s blush, from his cheekbone to his jaw. “Tell me why you find it embarrassing.”
“I don’t know. Humans just sometimes do.” Dean leaned into his touch. “Feelings aren’t always rational.”
“Do you want me to not tickle you anymore?”
His blush intensified. Cas could nearly feel it burn his fingertips. “I didn’t say that. Just- don’t talk about it so casually, please.”
“Okay.” He let his hand travel down to Dean’s neck, feeling his pulse. “Are you ticklish everywhere?”
“Cas.”
“It’s not a casual question if there is a motive.”
“Oh, you have a motive now?”
“Yes.”
“Which is?”
“To hear you laugh.”
Dean wasn’t always pink. For much of the time he was golden, all beauty and small joys. The way his blush shifted now was also golden, despite all the redness. He was enjoying this, somewhere beneath all his timidness.
“I know your neck is sensitive,” he continued, curling his fingers over the skin and making Dean recoil. “I can tell when I kiss you there.”
“You’re too fucking much,” Dean said, but he didn’t move away when Cas reached out again.
“I’m pretty sure your ribs are also ticklish.” Cas let his fingers trail over his shirt, imagining each rib beneath it. “And your stomach. It keeps jumping out of my touch if I’m too gentle.”
“You’re being so mean to me right now.”
“And yet you’re not stopping me.” Cas grinned as Dean spluttered, reaching in to press his lips to his burning cheek. “It’s okay, Dean. I like that you’re letting me.”
“Do you have a crush on me or something?” Dean joked, a smile playing at his lips that Cas longed to properly coax out, eventually.
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Forest Monster
The last Halloween prompt from this post! I had plans to do more for this, but things happen and this is what I came up with. I received this prompt from the lovely @covenofwives. Thank you for the prompt and your patience, Coven! 💘
Day 22: Monster
(lee!Sapnap / lee!George / lee!Dream / ler!4K : 2.2k words)
“Why did we decide to stay in the mushroom biome this long? Now we have to walk back through the dark and I barely have anything to craft an ax with, George.” The brunette heard Sapnap whine from behind him as they walked into the entrance of the dark wood forest that stood before them. Sure, maybe he had made them stay a bit longer than they had to, but he needed as many mushrooms as he could get to prepare the stew for the week! Dream and Sapnap should be grateful he decides to cook for all three of them and not just himself.
“It’s fine, Sapnap. No big bad forest monster is lurking in the dark. We’ll be fine.” Dream chuckled from behind the two smaller boys, shaking his head but taking out his sword anyway, just to be safe. Little did the boys know, there was a monster lurking in the shadows.
Well, not exactly.
4K had decided to take a rare trip to the server, planning to stop in to see Sapnap and check in on things. It was random, he had never done this before, but he missed his brother deeply and decided to pop in for a surprise visit. Only, when he reached Sapnap’s house, the youngest boy was nowhere to be found. While strolling around the server looking for him, he heard three familiar voices coming from inside of the dark wood forest that he had walked into moments before.
“Okay Dream, so I expect you to protect me if anything attacks us.” 4K heard his brother complaining in the distance, followed by a higher pitched cackle he knew to be George’s. He could hear the boys banter back and forth with each other, Sapnap whining about not having a weapon while George and Dream tease him for being so defenseless. 4K smirked, forming a prank in his head to mess with the three mortals.
As the boys continued to walk through the forest, George and Sapnap ahead of Dream, the two heard a gasp followed by a squeak, quick footsteps running in the opposite direction of them. George and Sapnap turned around quickly, George drawing his bow expecting to be met with a creature; instead he was met with a clear opening on the path they had been walking on with no signs of Dream.
“What the fuck?” Sapnap uttered quietly under his breath as he turned towards George, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion and nervousness.
“…Dream?” George attempted to call out, but his voice was much quieter than he had anticipated it would be. He continued to hold his bow up, noticing the way it shook slightly due to his now tense stance.
Suddenly they heard a shriek, sending Sapnap and George to huddle closer together, practically clinging to each other as they heard a squeal from somewhere close in the forest.
“Dream?!” Sapnap called out with the volume George wished he had, hoping that they would get Dream to respond and they’d be able to help him. Another shriek sent them running in the direction of the sound, finally snapping into action to go and find the blonde.
As they grew closer to the sounds, they realized Dream wasn’t shrieking because of pain. These weren’t screams of agony, rather choked out peels of muffled laughter. George stopped in his tracks, Sapnap following suit as they looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Is he….laughing?” George questioned the younger boy, watching as Sapnap took a few more steps towards the noise to get a better ear on the situation.
“I think he was? I don’t hear anything now, though.” Sapnap responded, taking two more strides towards the direction Dream’s laughter had been coming from. Suddenly he heard approaching footsteps, but he couldn’t turn himself around quick enough to see what was heading their way, too paralyzed with fear. A loud, high pitched shriek was heard as Sapnap finally snapped his head behind him, staring wide-eyed at the empty spot where George was previously standing.
“G-George?” The brunette called, cursing himself when he heard the slight panic seeping through his voice. He quickly walked towards the slight opening in the dark wood trees, trying his best to shine his torch as far as he could get it in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Dream or George. He jumped back with a wince as he heard a shrill cackle followed by high pitched laughter, no doubt coming from the older brunette.
“George!” Sapnap tried again, the laughter suddenly stopping. He waited to hear more sounds, turning his head slightly to hopefully help him pick up the laughter easier, but he instead was met with a sound far more terrifying - approaching footsteps, growing quicker and quicker by the second.
“Fuck fuck fUCK!” He stumbled backwards, almost dropping his torch in the process as he turned to run down the dark path out of the forest.
He let out a scream as he felt something grab at the back of his shirt, causing him to sprint forward with all his might. But it seemed luck wasn’t on his side, and he instead was scooped up off the ground into very big arms. The grasp was tight but not painful, just as if he was being carried by a friend or sibling.
Wait. These arms looked familiar, even without his torch that had fallen in the scuffle.
“4K?!” Sapnap struggled in the hold, trying to turn around to look his brother in the face. He heard the deep familiar chuckle close to his ear, causing him to bring his shoulder up to his ear in an attempt to block out the tingles he was currently experiencing.
“Hello brother! Long time no see!” The mortal could hear the smugness dripping from the smirk he was sporting, enjoying the way Sapnap was struggling even though they both knew he could never escape 4K’s grip if he didn’t want you to.
“What the hell- ugh-…are you doiNG- Ah!” Sapnap was struggling in 4K’s grip, pulling on the God’s arms as hard as he could to try and escape, but all that did was cause 4K to dig his fingers into both of Sapnap’s sides, cutting his sentence off and causing him to yelp.
“I was coming to visit! But you weren’t there, so I was just roaming around trying to find you,” 4K continued his way through the dark, Sapnap still lightly struggling as the nervousness began to set in. “And now I’ve found you! Found your friends, too. What a lovely treat for me, don't you think?"
The brunette was about to respond when he heard the chatter of familiar voices, squinting as he saw a faint flickering of light from a torch that had been stuck into the ground. As 4K continued forward Sapnap finally saw his two friends, both sitting nervously against a tree, huddled together and both letting out little residual giggles. The two quickly stumbled onto their feet, still leaning back against the tree as 4K approached their vicinity. Sapnap noted that Dream was blushing, but George’s face was bright red, almost as if he’d just finished running a marathon. The thought of what 4K actually did to them made his stomach drop.
“W-What did you do?” Sapnap heard himself ask, not meaning to ask out loud but apparently having no choice as his mouth made his mind up for him. He heard a low chuckle behind him closer to his ear than before and let out a small squeak at that, bringing his shoulder up once again to block out the feeling.
“You know, I’m more of a 'show-er' rather than a 'tell-er'. So I can just show you!” 4K didn’t give Sapnap a chance to process his words before he was suddenly on the ground, the God pushing him down on his back as he wiggled his fingers under Sapnap’s arms.
The reaction was instant.
“NohohoHOHO PLEHEASE!” Sapnap was practically howling, kicking his feet and grabbing at 4K’s arms in an attempt to push them away from his body. The brunette pressed his arms against his sides, throwing his head back with louder laughter as 4K vibrated his fingers faster and harder into the hollows of his armpits. He was shaking his head quickly, feeling tears prickle at the corners of his eyes due to being squeezed shut so tightly.
“Oh be quiet Sapnap, you’re fine. Your friends took it like champs, didn’t you?” 4K smirked over to Dream and George who were still huddling together against the tree, their eyes wide and faces deep pink as they watched the deity wreck their younger friend. 4K rolled his eyes at the way they were silent, sighing in annoyance and growling through his words. “I said, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes!” George squeaked out, leaning more into Dream as he crossed his arms over his chest to grip at his ribs, remembering how 4K’s nails raked up and down over them just minutes before. The blonde nodded his head quickly in agreement, moving his hands over his stomach as he too remembered what those nails could do.
“See Sap? You’re fine! If they can take it, I’m sure you can take much more!” Sapnap tried to protest but the words were caught in his throat as another shrill laugh tumbled out of him, feeling 4K’s hands quickly migrating from under his arms and down to his hips. The God squeezed as if his life depended on it, making sure to press into the bundle of nerves that sat on the insides of both hip bones. Sapnap bucked up as much as he could, laughing so hard he was borderline hysterical as he continued to pull at the offending arms.
After a few minutes, 4K grabbed the bottom of Sapnap’s shirt, yanking it up before the boy could defend himself and began nibbling all over his stomach and sides. Sapnap shrieked the loudest he ever had in his life, sending shivers down the other two boy's spines as they watched the God nibble Sapnap's tummy like he was the most delicious thing 4K had ever tasted. His legs were kicking against the ground to the point dirt was flying everywhere, grass landing on 4K’s back and almost reaching Dream and George. Sapnap was no longer pulling at 4K’s arms, instead smacking and punching them as hard as he could. He knew he couldn’t hurt 4K, let alone injure him, so he continued to pound against the arm muscles of the God above him.
“Wow Sap, you’re much more ticklish than last week. You could at least last a few more minutes of nibbles back then.” Sapnap heard the smirk seeping through 4K’s voice, groaning through his laughter as 4K finally pulled his shirt back down and ran his hands soothingly over his torso to help rub out the tickly feelings still lingering under his skin.
“Sh-Shut uhuhp!” The youngest boy was panting, his giggles finally dying down as he attempted to take in deeper breaths of air to regulate his breathing. After a few minutes he was finally ready to stand up, 4K reaching a hand down to help him to his feet.
“God, 4K, what the fuck was that?” Sapnap finally giggled out after walking back over to join his friends who were giggling quietly about how red his face was. He reached forward and poked both boys in the sides, causing them to squeak and making their cheeks match his in color.
“Well when the opportunity presents itself, I’m always going to be mischievous. The set up was too good not to take advantage of!” 4K explained through low giggles, shrugging his shoulders and reaching down to pick up the torch.
“You seriously suck, 4K,” The God chuckled more at that, tipping his head back as little squeals erupted through his giggles. Sapnap couldn’t be mad at that and his face immediately softened, reaching up to lightly punch at his shoulder. “Next time you want to visit, just let me know ahead of time, okay?”
4K agreed and the four made their way back to George’s house, where the oldest boy was finally able to make his stew. 4K spent the rest of the night with the three boys, talking over dinner about the server and the nether, exchanging wild stories (and maybe some laughs).
#lee!sapnap#lee!george#lee!dream#ler!sapnap4k#mostly lee sap#but brief lee dream and george#i loved this prompt sm#thank u coven for requesting this#i had bigger plans for this#maybe I'll write george and dreams parts separately at one point!#mushie fics#mcyt tickle#my stuff#augtickletober2022
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Tickletober Day 13: Blush
fandom: marvel
word count: 600
pairing: loki x reader (established relationship)
summary: loki searches for any and all things that make you blush
“Hello, darling,” Loki bellowed in that deep, seductive voice of his. He came from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a small kiss on your temple. You blushed at his words and actions, smiling and spinning around to face him.
Loki let a breathy laugh shoot through his nose at the sight of your face, running the pad of his thumb across your cheek. “Is that really all it takes to fluster you?” He asked. You hid your face in his chest, groaning quietly. You had muttered something to him, but it was muffled due to being pressed into his shirt. “I didn’t hear a word you just said, dove.”
You pulled back and looked up again, your eyes locking onto his vibrant blue ones. “I said that I can’t help it. It’s a natural reaction.”
“Well, it’s adorable. One of my favorite things about you,” Loki professed, leaning down to kiss you softly. You accepted it with eagerness, your face continuously growing warmer.
It had become a little game for Loki—finding things that caused you to blush in that endearing way that made him want to scoop you into his arms and squeeze you tight. He loved watching your cheeks turn pink as a shy smile rose to your face.
Loki found that the easiest way was to call you a pet name. ‘Darling’ got the best reaction, but he swore he wouldn’t say it too often lest you get used to it and stop blushing. Another sure-fire way was complimenting you. It could be just about anything; how your clothes accentuated your body, how beautiful your smile was, how swiftly you could take down enemies. Loki complimented you at least once a day just to watch your face change shades.
And recently, he’d added one more to his list of way to make you blush. It was purely an accident—Loki’s fingers squeezed your side a bit too hard when he hugged you from behind, causing you to squeak and buckle away from his hand. You instantly knew what had happened, your face turning red in response. Hopefully, Loki hadn’t—
“Ticklish, darling?” Loki asked impishly, only making your cheeks grow warmer in embarrassment. His head twisted over your shoulder to be able to see you, but you turned it the other way. “You cannot hide those blushing cheeks from me, dear, I can practically feel the heat radiating off of them.”
Without warning, Loki wiggled his fingers into your side with the intent to make it tickle, holding you tighter to his chest when you jolted and tried moving away. Giggling, you whined, “Lohokihi!”
“How delightful this is!” He boasted as he lifted you off the ground to carry you into the common room, sitting down on the couch with you in his lap. The entire journey, you were squirming, begging Loki not to exploit this little fact. “I can’t give up such a perfect opportunity to see you smile and laugh, love. Not to mention you’re blushing like crazy.
Loki twisted you on his lap and pushed you flat on your back so that he could see you better, wasting no time in scratching at your belly. Your eyes squeezed shut in ticklish laughter and your arms moved to block his access. “Lohoki! Wahahait!”
“You’re positively radiant, dove. I can’t stop now!” He teased, prodding into your ribs. Your face felt as if it were on fire with Loki complimenting you, calling you a pet name, and tickling you senseless.
But you were okay with it because you knew that Loki was inexcusably in love with you.
#marvel#marvel tickle#tickle prompts#mcu#lee!reader#ticklish!reader#ler!loki#loki tickle#loki laufeyson#loki#loki x reader#tickle fic#tickle drabble#sfw tickle fic#augtickletober2022#tickletober prompts#tickletober2022
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How about 6 for TodoBaku for the Tickletober event? Love your writing btw!!
Absolutely! I haven't written for this ship before, so I hope I did it justice. Enjoy!
Lee: Todoroki
Ler: Bakugo
Ship: TodoBaku
Summary: Todoroki won't cuddle him to sleep, so Bakugo finds a way to tire him out.
Warnings: swearing (by Bakubabe). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!
Dusk settled around U.A. High, bringing the chilly day to an end. The students were tucked away in their dorms, winding down. It was the perfect weather for fuzzy pajamas, pillow forts, and snuggling up under the covers. Two students were making the most of the cooler weather, cuddling in bed while the day began to end. Bakugo and Todoroki, 1A's class-proclaimed power couple.
They were in Todoroki's dorm, making use of the large bed to sprawl out a bit, warming each other under the rich covers. Bakugo was already drowsy, the time, as well as the comforting atmosphere, readying him for sleep. Todoroki was wide awake, scrolling through his phone, entwined with the other. As the clock neared 8:30, the blonde grabbed his boyfriend's phone, tucking it in a bedside drawer. "C'mon, it's late. Time to sleep, half-an'-half."
He smiled at this, but didn't comply. "It's 8:27. Unlike you, I can't just fall asleep before 11. I can still cuddle, but I need something to do until then." He reached for the drawer, only to be pulled back down. "Sleep, damn it. If you really need something to do, I'll it to ya."
Completely missing the ominous tone of that message, Todoroki nodded. "Sure. A break from the phone actually sounds nice." A little stunned, the blonde cleared his throat and gestured next to himself. "Lay with your back facing me, but press in." He did as he was told, only slightly suspicious of his requests.
"Put your arms above your head." Now he could sense the oddness of the positions, but cautiously raised them, trying to work out his plan. As soon as Bakugo's arm came to hold him in place, it all clicked. He began to squirm in the blonde's hold.
"B-Bakugo, don't." When he looked into Todo's eyes, Bakugo could see the giddiness behind them. He bet that if he let go, the candy-cane boy would be very disappointed. "I'll be nice."
He fluttered his fingers in the boy's armpits, making him rethink his choice of a thin sleep shirt. He tried holding in his giggles, but when the blonde dug in, he broke.
"Bahahakugohoho!" Soft, precious giggles filled his ears, melting his heart. He smirked and ran his hand downwards, spidering on his ribs, down to his sides, and finally landing on his belly. His squeal was utterly adorable.
"IhihiIHIT- ihihihi CAHAHAN'T!" His laughter switched octaves, like flicking a switch. Bakugo even joined in, softly laughing at his boyfriend. "Hehey, calm down. I'm barely even touchin' you."
The teases made it worse. He kicked his feet, trying to dull the tickley sensations spreading out from his stomach.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he slid his hand under the human candy-cane's shirt, scratching at his navel. He absolutely lost it. "NAHAHA! QUIHIHIHIT IHIHT!" He thrashed, bucking his hips, anything. Though it was only for a few seconds, the sensations felt like they lasted forever.
Even after he stopped, Todoroki could still feel the tingles on his poor belly button. He curled up, getting out the last of his laughter. Baku rubbed his back, smiling at the cute puddle in front of him.
"That was unnecessary." He chuckled. You're tired, arent you?" He inhaled to respond, but all that came out a yawn. More chuckles. He stretched out his arms, laying back down on the bed. "C'mere."
Meer minutes after he suggled up, Todo was asleep, soflty snoring in Baku's arms. The two boys were asleep in each other's arms, smiles on both their face. In both their opinions, the day had ended perfectly.
#todobaku#lee!todoroki#ler!bakugou#ticklish!todoroki#augtickletober2022#tickletober2022#mha tickles#tickle fic#sfw tickling community
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Pray for Mercy
Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]
this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!
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Fandom: Supernatural
Ship(s): Destiel
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel
Word Count: 2736 words
Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.
[ao3 link]
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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.
Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.
Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.
The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.
There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Dammit, Cas, you–!”
Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.
Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.
“Cas– come on!”
“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”
Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.
Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?”
Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.
“Now, do you regret it, yet?”
Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.
Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”
And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.
“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.”
Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”
Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”
Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.
Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.
“Goddammit!” Dean spat.
“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”
“Asshole!”
Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”
Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.
“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.
“Both, you fucking– Cas!”
Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.
“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.
Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”
Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”
A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.
He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.
Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.
Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.
Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.
God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.
Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.
Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.
A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.
“Hello again, Dean.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.
But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.
“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”
Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.
“Are we done, then?”
Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”
Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?”
He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.
“You– asshole!”
“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”
Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.
“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”
Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.
“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”
If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.
“What?!”
“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”
Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?
“You fucking cheat–”
“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”
“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.
“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”
Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.
“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”
“Fuck you.”
Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.
“Are you sorry yet?”
Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?
“For attacking me this morning?”
“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”
Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.
“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”
Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”
Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”
Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.
“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”
Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.
But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.
#augtickletober2022#tickletober#tickletober 2022#tickle fic#my writing#supernatural tickling#lee!dean#ler!castiel#ticklish!dean#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel
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TickleTober2022/Day 16 - New Discovery
Genshin Impact - Cyno x Tighnari
Cyno stared at Tighnari in a pure state of confusion. What just happened?
The forest watcher turned his head towards the general, a faint shade of pink covering his cheeks while he used his hands in a silly attempt to protect his ears.
“Ahm…” Cyno chuckled nervously, holding his hand in mid air. “Tighnari, are your ears ticklish?”
“They’re sensitive,” the fox snapped back, slightly leaning his body away from the other.
“But that makes them ticklish too,” Cyno replied, watching the other’s struggle with a grin on his face, “or did you just discover they are ticklish?”
Before Tighnari could hiss something else, the general approached him and grabbed his sides, wiggling his fingers all the way to the archer’s lower ribs.
As the first giggles broke through his lips, his first reaction was to lower his arms again and try to pry Cyno’s hands off his body. Tighnari realized his mistake seconds after as he saw the other moving.
“CynoHOho! AHAha, g-gehet yoHOhour hahAHands ahaWay f-from mehehe!” The fox protested as the general trapped him into a hug and used his free hand to gently trace the inner sides of Tighnari’s ear, but it was all in vain.
“Oh, you are really ticklish here, Tighnari,” he said, ignoring the other pleads and scratching teasingly behind the spot, “you know, not even with my best jokes I could get you laughing like this, but I bet you’d be all ears if I told you one of them know, right?”
“S-shuHUHut uhUHup!” The other cackled, trying to move his head and take his ear away from Cyno’s fingers.
“Ah, Tighnari, there is no need to be so cold ~ Let yourself enjoy it!” The general spoke with his lips close to Tighnari’s ear, letting his breath tease it. He decided to take his digits back to inner side, which seemed to be more effective, and Tighnari could only laugh inside his hold.
“I dohOHOHon’t- ahaHAhah, e-enjohoHOhoy it!”
“Oh, you don’t?” Cyno slowly eased his moves and let the other recover from the ticklish assault, but didn’t let him go, “then care to explain to me why was your tail wagging so much? Did we also discover that this forest watcher here enjoys getting tickled?” He shamelessly suggested, spotting how the redness spread across the fox face, covering his cheeks in that red shade. “But don’t worry, we can keep that between us, ok?”
“Y-you!” He stopped himself, biting his inner lip in embarrassment before Cyno let him go of his hug, chuckling audibly behind his back.
‘You are rather adorable like that, Tighnari’, Cyno thought, changing the topic. He could make use of this new discovery in other times as the fox had enough… for now.
A/N: I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY ON THIS ONE- AHHH!!! It’s still october 16th here, so I guess it’s still not too late! Hahah, anyway, I really wanted to write for them again (and probably will do a few more times after this month is over) so here we are! Hope you enjoyed it!
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Tickletober Day One - Anticipation
Notes: For an anon request! This was actually a fic I already had started, so I kind of smushed it together with the prompt lol.
Summary: Bakugo isn’t ticklish and he’s insistent on proving the fact.
“I haven’t even started yet!”
“I wasn’t ready!”
Bakugo’s arms were clamped firmly to his sides, his elbows darted in protectively. Just moments ago, they had been crossed behind his head, a confident smirk rearing its face across his features. The sight of a couple wiggling fingers had quickly changed that, however.
“C’mon man. I’m sure it won’t be that bad.” Kirishima attempted to force his voice into something encouraging, but he couldn’t help his own amusement. “You said you were going to prove me wrong.”
“I am,” Bakugo growled. Once more, he made to lift his arms, but the slightest twitch of Kiri’s hands in his direction had them crashing back down again. “Quit moving before I call start!”
“I haven’t even touched you,” Kirishima insisted, but he placed his hands behind his back dutifully. “There, see? Now can you at least let me start before you concede defeat?”
“I’m not conceding to anything-"
“Is that so?” Kirishima raised a brow. "How about you raise your arms then?"
The two held eye contact for a couple tense seconds before Bakugo looked away, face reddening. This was supposed to be easy. That was the only reason he had made the damn bet in the first place. It was only tickling, after all; he had survived far worse than that.
Kirishima smiled gently, the gesture both understanding and endeared, and it made Bakugo’s stomach swoop unsteadily. Slowly, he lifted his arms back up, tensing his muscles as he went to try to keep them there. He watched Kirishima carefully, but true to his word he didn’t move, instead sitting patiently on Bakugo’s waist like he had all the time in the world. He was annoyingly calm right now, the exact opposite of how Bakugo felt.
“There, see? Hardest part over. Now all you have to do is keep them like that for one minute, and you can claim the title of less ticklish.”
“Not ticklish,” Bakugo corrected quickly, hating the way the word flushed his cheeks pinker than they already were.
“Right,” Kirishima agreed, in the same voice you would use to appease a child about Santa Claus’s existence. “Not ticklish at all. So—are you ready?”
“Just get it over with already; I don’t have all day.”
Kirishima opened his mouth like he was gonna argue with him, but bit it back in the interest of time. He waited a bit, and once he was certain Bakugo wasn’t going to curl up or flee—both of which seemed like valid options at the moment—he carefully pulled his hands out. Both of them heard the sharp exhale as Kirishima raised his hands over his underarms once more, but neither of them chose to comment on it.
“Are you ready now?” Kirishima asked. Bakugo wasn’t sure if the words were meant to be teasing, but he couldn’t help the way he squirmed slightly under the poised fingers.
He gripped the headboard tightly; if he had a hold, he could do this. He just had to focus on the feeling of wood against his palms, the scent of Kirishima’s bodywash, the comfort of the blankets arranged beneath him.
Bakugo nodded, arranging his gaze somewhere to the left of Kirishima’s face; there was no way he could look him in the eyes while maintaining a straight face.
“Remember the rules.” Kirishima's fingers were inches away, moving closer with every second, and Bakugo shifted involuntarily on the mattress. “No laughing. No bringing your arms down.”
Bakugo could practically feel his hands, the electricity between their skin sending nervous bolts down his spine. Why the hell didn’t he just do it already?
“Because I’m merciful, I’ll allow you to smile.” A pause, annoyingly drawn out. “Which is good, because you most definitely would’ve lost already otherwise.”
Bakugo spluttered out something to the effect of “Fuck off", but it didn't come off as intimidating as he wanted it to.
“Really smiling too," Kirishima continued, evidently unaware of the various silent death threats aimed in his direction. "That’s practically a full-on grin; I barely get that normally from you.”
Bakugo's ears were tinged a violent pink (it was always a violent pink with him, as if even his embarrassment was aggressive in its natural state), mostly because Kirishima was right. “I said,” he repeated more clearly, glaring at him. “Fuck off.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“You fucking know what I fucking s—mmh!”
His lips clamped down as a single finger touched down at last. Just the one, gently scratching against the hollow under his arm. Bakugo’s arms jerked forward an inch before he managed to gather his self-control once more and force them back. It really didn’t tickle all that much yet. If anything, it was more like a persistent itch that he yearned to swat away. But there was something about the repetition of it, always one finger, always that spot, over and over again until Bakugo couldn’t help but squirm underneath him.
Kirishima noticed, of course. “Don’t tell me this is bothering you?” he scoffed, and Bakugo wanted to kick him. “I’m hardly even touching you, man.”
“I’m fine,” Bakugo emphasized, glaring at him. The grin, stupidly obvious on his face, said otherwise.
“Mm.” Kirishima hummed, casually bringing his other hand into the mix as well. Bakugo stiffened, squeezing his eyes shut. One finger had been okay. Two was beginning to become an issue. “I know for a fact I’ve tickled you way worse than this without you cracking, so what’s different this time? No, wait, don’t tell me,” he interrupted when Bakugo opened his mouth to protest the point. “I’ll guess. It’s more fun that way. Is it the spot? Is that what’s getting you so jumpy?”
Bakugo shook his head, not really denying the point, just trying to block his words out.
“Maybe it’s the challenge? You never could resist one and possibly you’ve exerted all your strength already in trying to overcompensate.”
“Y-You sound like Deheku,” Bakugo managed, ignoring the way his sentence stuttered as Kirishima added in a third finger. “It’s annoying.”
A fourth finger. “I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.”
Bakugo was shifting more obviously now, arms trembling from how hard he was gripping the sheets, the pillow, the headboard, anything to keep them from crashing down like they desperately wanted to. It was definitely less of an itch now and more of a something. They both knew what that something was, but Bakugo refused to admit it, even to himself.
“Could it be the position?”
Both hands stopped, pausing, fingers held carefully against his skin. It was possible this was even worse. Bakugo’s nerves raced anxiously, like someone had injected him with lightning. Each minute twitch of Kirishima’s fingers, even accidental, had him on edge.
Bakugo made the mistake of looking at Kirishima questioningly and was met with a knowing smirk that sent dark heat creeping down his neck.
“Or is it simply knowing that you’re about to be tickled?” Kirishima continued, holding his gaze. In theory, Bakugo could simply look away, but he couldn’t seem to remember that in the moment. “Ah. I think that’s it. Right on the money, huh?”
“No, it’s—!”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Kirishima assured him, and all of a sudden, the tickling began again, fingers spidering over his shirt and nearly bringing his arms down right then and there. “Now that I know, I’ll make it easier on you. If it’s the anticipation that’s getting you, I’ll just hurry things up. Now you don’t have to agonize about it anymore. See? Isn’t this easier to withstand?”
The next day, Bakugo decided to ban teasing from any further competitions.
#tickletober2022#kiribaku#bnha#tickle fic#fanfiction#drabble#katsuki bakugo#ejirou kirishima#my hero academia#tickletober#tickling#ill put it under a read more once i have access to my computer again~#augtickletober2022
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