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angelatmidnight1 · 4 months

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Smile For Me

Hi, @supermarvel-fics! I'm your squealing Santa this year. It's my first time writing for the Scream series, but I really hope this fic is to your liking. I'm a big fan of the series myself :D. I hope you have a great holiday season and a wonderful 2024!

Word Count- 2,169.

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of death, and tickling.

Fandom- Scream (1996).

Pairing- Stu Macher x Reader (Friends to lovers- two characters falling in love and character A finds out character B is ticklish (ends in kissing and confessing) Characters are both 18 in this fic.

It’s been a string of dark days for Woodsboro, California, as the Ghostface attacks ravage the town. Stu distracts you from your worries by inviting you over to his place. What was supposed to be a chill night of movies turned into playful tickling and heartfelt confessions.

Diiiiing!

High school didn’t usually dismiss at 9:00am. You didn’t crawl out of the warmth of your bed for two hours of instruction. But, these weren’t usual times.

A killer was on the loose. People were going missing, lives were being lost. Woodsboro High couldn’t keep you safe. So, they sent everyone home with a strict curfew to be enforced in the evening.

Even in a crowd, you felt afraid. Ghostface could be anywhere. He could strike at any time. You didn’t even bother going to your locker. Instead, you were one of the first students in the hall, holding your backpack strap in a death grip.

You walked as fast as your feet could take you. But, someone behind you was faster.

Unlike you, Stu was thrilled to have a siesta from school. He burst out of his boring history class with a huge grin. He scanned the crowd for you and, when he saw you, he pushed his way forward.

“(Y/N!)

In the commotion of the busy hallway, you didn’t hear him approach. So, when two strong arms hoisted you into the air, you screamed.

“No, NO! Let me go!” Your limbs took on a mind of their own, flailing about violently. If Ghostface was gonna take you out, he’d have a fight on his hands. Stu yelped and, after getting clocked in the jaw, he immediately put you back down.

“Hey, HEY! It’s just me!” Stu wailed. He rubbed his jaw, wincing. “Fuck, that hurt…”

You sighed an exasperated sigh. “Damn it, Stu.” You stepped towards him, closing the gap, and tenderly put a hand on his jaw. “You scared the hell outta me. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, Stu’s eyes softened. The two of you had been friends since elementary school, and it wasn’t really a secret that he adored you. He made an agreement with Billy that they weren’t allowed to hurt you. Ever. You were his calm in the storm that he and Billy were bringing to Woodsboro.

And, for you, Stu was your light in the darkness. The Ghostface attacks had you on edge. You hadn’t been sleeping well, lacked focus in class, and constantly looked over your shoulder. A part of you wished that Stu took the ordeal more seriously. But, a larger part of you was grateful that he still found ways to make you smile. He leaned into your hand and gave you a little pout.

“Sorry enough to come by my place tonight?” Stu’s pout turned into a bright, hopeful grin. “My parents won’t be home, and Randy hooked me up with some killer movies. All that’s missing is you~.”

He ended his statement with a poke to your nose. You smiled, playfully batting his hand away. Then, you released his jaw and sighed.

“I don’t know, Stu. I’m tired.” You replied. Then, as if on cue, you yawned deeply. “I haven’t been able to sleep because of, well, ya know.”

Stu nodded. But then, he gave you another bright smile, leaning his taller frame towards you. “That’s exactly why you should come over! Ghostface’s got nothing on me.” He bragged and flexed his muscles. “Look, I’m so buff, I’ll totally protect you, (Y/N).”

You regarded him with a smirk. Then, you reached up to feel his bicep. Stu gasped and made a dramatic show of leaning into you. You tried to hold him up, but he was too heavy, and he nearly made you fall. You yelped and stumbled back into a nearby locker, scolding him without malice.

“Stuhu!” You laughed and grabbed onto both of his arms to keep yourself upright. Stu snickered and hovered over you. He gently shook your hands off of his arms and took them into his own. He squeezed them affectionately, thumbs rubbing the top of your hands, and his blue eyes gazed into yours.

“Let me protect you, alright?” He asked softly. You froze and held his gaze. There was a sudden warmth in his eyes, and you felt your cheeks heating up. After a beat, you nodded.

“Alright, if you really promise to protect me.”

Although the safety of your home comforted you, you needed a distraction. And, Stu seemed happy to deliver. Stu confirmed this with a wide grin.

“Awesome!” Stu cheered. He suddenly scooped you up, making you squeal, and carried you through the crowds. Once out of the school, he put you down, patting your back. “Come by at six tonight. Oh! And bring food! Can’t have a movie night without food.”

You smoothed out your clothes, returning his grin. Honestly, he could’ve gotten lost in that smile. “I’ll bring the best of Woodsboro’s culinary delights. You can count on it.”

Stu whooped and did a fist pump. Then, with another laugh, the two of you parted ways.

Burgers, fries, and sodas spelled the perfect night-in for you. Stu’s house wasn’t too far from yours, but your older brother insisted on dropping you off. You waved goodbye as he pulled off and carried the food to Stu’s door. You had to put the sodas down to knock on the door. Seconds later, the door opened, and Stu greeted you with a huge grin.

“There you are! Right on time.” He gave you a quick hug and helped you bring the food in. Once inside his home, you felt your shoulders drop. You’d been over his home so many times, it brought you a sense of peace. A rarity in the current state of Woodsboro. You followed him to the living room and set the bags down. He did the same. Then, he turned to you, playfully pushing you back onto the couch.

“HEY!” You caught yourself with your hands, snickering. Stu flopped beside you, and you lightly shoved his shoulder. “That’s how you treat someone who brought you food?”

Stu chuckled and cozied up to you, putting his head on your arm. “Maybe.” He smirked. He reached forward to grab the remote and his fries. “Now, shhh! The movie’s starting.”

You rolled your eyes, but otherwise relented.

Stu picked out a scary movie for the two of you to watch. His head was still resting on your arm and, despite your best efforts, you flinched at the jump scares. You shielded your eyes from any more scares, and Stu looked up at you curiously. He smiled.

“D’aww, you’re kinda cute when you’re afraid.” He cooed. He poked your cheek, snickering as you reeled away from him.

“Cut it out, I’m not cute.” You argued, keeping your eyes shielded. You moved your hands when you felt him shift under you. He sat straight up, suddenly poking your side. You slammed your arm to protect the area. “Aha! Stu!”

“I don’t know,” he mused, now harboring a playful glint in his eye. “That’s the cutest little giggle I’ve ever heard. And you know what?”

You didn’t respond, but when you felt the couch cushion dip, you jumped to your feet out of instinct. Just in time too, because Stu had scooted closer to you, wriggling his fingers in the air. You giggled nervously, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Stu, don’t you dare-”

“Oh, I dare, (Y/N)!” He grinned mischievously. He made the conscious effort not to dip into his Ghostface voice. “I wanna hear that adorable giggle again.”

He shot up from his seat and lunged towards you. You yelped and narrowly dodged him. You ran behind the couch for cover and tried to run around it. But, Stu mirrored your movements, moving left and right with you respectively. “Where ya goin’~?”

“I’m gonna kill youhu-” You snickered and made the last minute decision to grab a pillow for self-defense. Stu’s eyes widened and, after a dramatic gasp, he covered his mouth with both hands.

“You’re gonna kill me? With a pillow? Oh my god, have mercy!” Stu pretended to sound terrified. Then, he suddenly vaulted over the couch, easily ripping the pillow from your hands. “I don’t respond well to threats! Now, you’re gonna get it!”

You screamed and took off running. Stu’s grin widened; he loved a good chase. He stayed hot on your tail and chased you through the house. He easily caught up with you and, just before you could book it upstairs, he wrapped both of his arms around your waist. He dragged you back to the couch and tossed you onto it.

“Baaad move, (Y/N)! You don’t run upstairs when someone’s chasing you!” He playfully chastised. He straddled your waist and poked at random spots on your torso. You squealed and bucked your hips, giggling frantically. “Haven’t you watched any movies?”

“Nohohoho!” You whined and wrestled with his hands. You managed to get a couple of pinches on his sides, making him squeal, but he was faster and stronger than you. He gathered your wrists into one hand, holding them above your head. Then, with his free hand, he alternated pinches along your hips. You arched your back and giggled harder. “Thihihis isn’t fuhuhuhny! Lehehet me gohoho!”

“Nope! No can do, I’ve gotta have those cute (Y/N) giggles.” Stu snickered and suddenly reached up to spider his nails along your neck. “Give ‘em to me!”

You yelled and scrunched your neck. “NOHahahaha! Stuhuhu stahaha!” You protested and whipped your head around, trying to avoid his fingers. After a couple more scratches, his hand found your side, and he squeezed at it rapidly. You arched your back again. “STUHUHU!”

“(Y/N)~” He responded in a singsong voice. He scritched across your stomach to get to your other side. “Poor baby, does it tickle?”

“Yehehehes!” You whined and fell deeper into your giggle fit. “Plehehehehease stohohohop!”

“But I haven’t even tickled your armpits yet!” Stu argued. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, only to be met with a smug grin. “What? That wouldn’t be a bad spot, would it?”

“NO! Not there, Stu, plehehehease!” You started giggling again when he poked and prodded up your side. You squirmed, trying to roll away from you, but his weight on top of you kept you pinned to the cushions. “Plehehease nohohot thehehere!”

Stu smirked up at you, teasing your rib cage with his blunt nails. That was your second worst spot; you squirmed around more violently, gasping in between giggles.

“Here I come, (Y/N)...” Stu taunted. He pinched at the spaces in between your ribs, earning short barks of laughter. “I’m gonna get you..”

You shook your head back and forth, laughing harder as he kept moving up. “Nahahaha dohohon’t!”

Stu’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Would you fall for one of the oldest tricks in the book?

“Don’t what?” He asked, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck. You snorted and pushed your head against his, making him chuckle. “Hmm~? Don’t what, buddy?”

“Tihihihihickle mehehehehe!”

No way. Stu switched to the other side of your neck to nuzzle. You pinched your eyes shut, now full-on laughing. “Well,” he breathed into your skin, making you laugh harder. “If you insist!”

Stu let go of your wrists and, in one fluid motion, plunged his wiggling fingers under your arms. You screamed and slammed your arms against your sides, which trapped his hands in place.

“NOHAHAHA GEHEHEHT OHOHOFF OF MEHEHEHE!” You kicked your legs against the couch, your loud laughter filling up every corner of the room. “PLEHEHEHASE!”

“Listen to you, listen to that pretty laugh!” Stu laughed along with you and drilled his thumbs into your armpits. You squeezed your arms against your sides even more, falling deeper into a pit of laughter. “You’re such a cutie. Tickle, tickle, tickle, cutie pie.”

You blushed and writhed under him, laughing yourself silly. While tickling your armpits, Stu returned to nuzzling your neck. He blew quick raspberries into it when he felt especially mischievous. As much as you kicked and laughed, you weren’t going anywhere. It was the raspberries that pushed you into hiccupy laughter, and after one more raspberry, Stu stopped tickling you.

You breathed heavily. Ticklish sensations still plagued you, so you were still very giggly. “Youhu’re suhuhch an ahahashole.”

Stu laughed. “You don’t mean that. You love me!” His eyes softened again as he looked at you; disheveled hair, a wide smile, those beautiful (e/c) eyes. “Right? Cause I’ve definitely got a thing for you, (Y/N).”

You looked up at him with wide eyes. Your face spelled surprise, but somewhere in your heart, you already knew. “Really?”

Stu climbed off of you so that you could sit up. “Hell yeah, I do.” He repeated, patting a spot beside him. You obliged by scooting beside him, so that you were pressed against him. “Want me to prove it?”

That’s what you needed. Proof. Something sweet to seal the deal. You nodded. Then, wrapping an arm around you, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Deeply.

You leaned up into that kiss and smiled. Stu smiled too. He’d kill to keep that smile on your face.

#scream 1996 #stu macher #stu macher x reader #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #scream tickle #lee!reader #ler!stumacher

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lovelymessybubbly · 4 months

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ho ho ho !!! it’s santama !! (ﾟ∇^*)ﾉ⌒☆ -=★ -=☆*Merry X’mas*☆ happy holidays to all my tamadachi !!

this year i had the honor to draw for…

bread!anon !!! .*:ﾟ（｀・ω・´）ゝﾟ:*.

i was so so excited to draw these two so eh, i went all out haha (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ both ladies are so gorgeous and cute and mitsuri-chan is such a perfect lee to me !!! i really hope you enjoy how i portrayed your prompts and have a very wonderful holiday !!! ꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭̥*ﾞ̥♡⃛ Ɛn꒻öႸ

image id: 1st image-shinobu kocho approaches from behind mitsuri kanroji with a friendly and polite smile on here face. she says, “mitsuri-chan, the dozen donuts i brought for everyone-there’s only two left. would you have something to do with this?” second panel, mitsuri faces shinobu with a guilty expression, however she is trying to play it off. “oh! u-um… i don’t recall… any donuts… recently..?” “i see…” shinobu said. then, in the third panel, a shadow darkens over her face, giving her a sinister look. she wiggles her fingers towards mitsuri, who is cowering. “then you wouldn’t mind a quick deep pressure search, would you?” shinobu asks. “eep! w-wait… anything but that!” mitsuri pleads.

2nd image-mitsuri is tied up and laid on the ground. she is trussed up in a complex and intricate form of shibari, which completely traps her legs together and her arms behind her back. ropes are also wrapped around her bottom and under her bosom. shinobu is kneeled next to her, stroking and kneading mitsuri’s belly with her nails and fingers. she has a slightly disappointed look on her face. mitsuri, on the other hand, has her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth in a wide open smile, lost in hysterical laughter.

shinobu-my GOODNESS, mitsuri-chan. I’m disappointed.

mitsuri-EEEEIIHEEHEHEHE!!!

shinobu-look, there’s one and-ah, there’s another one

mitsuri-OHOHO! TOO MUCH!! PLEEHEHEASE, MERCY!!

shinobu-*sigh* the evidence just becomes clearer and clearer.

mitsuri-AHAIIEE! I DID IT! I’M SOHOREEE!!

shinobu-just what will i do with you?

mitsuri-SHINOBU-CHAHAHA!! PLEEYEEHEASE!!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #deviled egg #demon slayer tickling #ticklish!mitsuri #lee!mitsuri

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13phantom13angel13 · 5 months

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Thief

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A/N: Hello! It is I! Your Squealing Santa! Surprise! You really gave me some damn good prompts and pairings. I had such a hard time choosing! Anyways, this was my first time writing for JJK. I hope you enjoy it! It was fun to write! Happy holidays! @giggly-squiggily

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The christmas season had rolled around at Jujutsu High. The pleasing aroma of gingerbread, peppermint, and chocolate filled the air of the dorms’ kitchen. Anyone who entered the building would be smacked in the face by the sweet scent…the sound of bickering.

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto stood in the kitchen bickering with each other. Geto, wearing an apron with some flour and chocolate smudged on him; Gojo wearing a shit eating grin as he held up one of the fresh gingerbread men that was just pulled out of the oven.

“Dammit, Satoru! Would you quit eating the cookies!? You’re going to eat them all before we can even decorate them!” Geto snarled at him, swatting him away with the spatula he wielded.

“I will do no such thing!” Gojo argued back, dodge by him with ease as he took another bite of the cookie. “I can’t eat all of them in one sitting.” He smirked as Geto’s jaw clenched.

“That’s literally the third one you just ate. If you eat one more, there will be consequences.” He growled out in annoyance. Gojo chuckled deviously at the threat.

“I would like to see you try, my dear Suguru.”

Geto’s eye twitched as Gojo took another bite of the sweet delicacy he stole.

“Get your thieving ass out of the kitchen, you menace.”

The challenging grin that spread across Gojo’s face made Geto want to punch him. Then he spoke the famous last words.

“Make me.”

It was Geto’s turn to smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, taking the apron off from around his neck as he approached the cocky pale haired man with cracking knuckles. Gojo’s grin fell as he recognized the mischievous twinkle in his boyfriend’s eyes. He gulped as he took a couple of steps back.

“Now, Suguru. Think about this.”

“Oh, I have thought about it,” Geto stated as he boxed Gojo in against the adjacent counter. “And I think this is a suiting punishment for your crime, cookie thief!”

Gojo squealed as Geto’s fingers descended upon his sides. Bubbly giggles came spilling past his lips as he squirmed in place.

“Suhuhuhuguruhuhuhu! Nohohoho fahahahahair!”

“It’s plenty fair! I told you to stop eating the damn cookies but you didn’t want to listen. Suffer the consequences!” He scolded as his fingers traveled across his stomach. Gojo giggled harder.

“Tihihihihickling is agahahahahainst the ruhuhules!”

“Pfft! According to whom, exactly? Not you, that’s for sure!” Geto’s fingers traveled up his ribs, his giggles turning into laughter.

“AH! NONONONOHOHOHO!”

Geto laughed with him.

“You sounded like Santa! That’s how you get into the holiday spirit. Not by stealing cookies. Now, are you ready to apologize?” Geto asked the near hysterical man in front of him. Gojo shook his head as wiggling fingers traveled higher on his rib cage. Geto clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“Suit yourself.” With one hand, Geto attacked Gojo’s armpit. With the other, he grabbed his hip and squeezed in such a torturous fashion that Gojo actually screamed.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SUGURU NOHOHOHOHO!! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Loud, boisterous laughter exploded from him as his knees buckled, sending him to the floor. Geto followed him down with tickling fingers still attached to their targets.

“Give it up, Satoru. We both know you’re too ticklish to keep this up much longer.” Geto said with a fond chuckle. Listening to his boyfriend laugh was one of his favorite things in the world.

By this point, Gojo’s cheeks had turned a pretty decent shade of red. Not enough to be alarming, but enough to know he was reaching his limits. Tears of mirth glistened in the corners of his eyes as he weakly batted at Geto’s hands.

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAHAHAHAHAY!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!! YOU WIHIHIHIN!!” Gojo screeched in hysterics.

“Are you going to stop stealing cookies and leave me alone to bake in peace?”

“YEHEHEHEHES!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! SUGURU PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Gojo begged as the first tear trickled down his cheek. That was his signal to stop.

Geto withdrew his hands and sat beside Gojo, rubbing his back gently as he caught his breath. Gojo peered up at him as he wiped his eyes.

“That was rude and uncalled for…” He panted softly. Geto gave him a flat stare.

“What’s rude and uncalled for is stealing my cookies. Now shoo. I have to finish up these cookies so they’re cooler enough to decorate this evening.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m going.” Gojo got to his feet, exchanging as gentle kiss with Geto as he walked out of the kitchen to leave his boyfriend in peace.

Lesson learned, Gojo. Don’t be a cookie thief.

#jjk #jjk tickle #tickle fic #squealing santa #squealing santa 2023 #squealing santa 2k23 #ticklish satoru gojo #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen

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amazingmsme · 4 months

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With a Bow on Top

AN: Happy holidays to all who celebrate, & especially to @tickles-tea I’m your squealing santa! I loved writing this, & I hope you enjoy! Added a lil festive flare to this one. HUGE thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting! & be sure to follow @squealing-santa so you don’t miss out on all the winter fluff!

Miguel sat on the floor of Peter and MJ's living room, half-used rolls of wrapping paper scattered about the floor around him. Peter himself was sitting next to him, completely transfixed on the movie playing "for background noise."

That lying rat bastard.

"You know, I only said I'd bring my universe's Grinch because you promised you wouldn't get distracted and actually help out. Which, you're not doing," Miguel said bluntly. Peter snapped out of his Christmas movie haze to defend himself.

"Sorry, but I've just never seen it before!" He reached down and grabbed one of Mayday's unwrapped gifts. Folding the paper around the box, he finished by sealing it up with a web. Miguel rolled his eyes.

"What? My gift looks way cooler than yours, you're just jealous of my artistic flare," he said smugly.

"Don't get me wrong, it looks great, but how's she gonna open it?" Miguel asked with a smirk. Peter's brow's nearly kissed his hairline as he came to the realization.

"Shit! Well, hopefully by Christmas it'll be weak enough to tear through," he finished with a shrug, slapping a bow on top and sliding it under the tree. As Peter reached for another present, he noticed a scrap piece of ribbon, much too short to fit around a box. Then, his gaze trailed over to his unassuming friend. Perfect.

He picked it up, fluttering it along the back of Miguel's neck. Peter can hear him gasp, and isn't that a lovely sound. He rolls his broad shoulders, arching his back and scrunching his neck ever so slightly. By the time he whipped around to glare at the perpetrator, he had already retracted his hands, hiding them innocently in his pockets.

Miguel looked him up and down before returning to his work. To his credit, Peter waited a few seconds before striking once more. Miguel sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, rubbing his ear against his shoulder to rid himself of the lingering tingles.

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"I know you're not really working," he deadpanned. Peter sputtered in shock.

"I am too! Look, a perfectly wrapped gift!" he said proudly, holding out Mayday's present. Miguel looked it over, only half amused.

"You're right, a gift. So why not pick up the pace?" he challenged, tossing a Spider-Man themed basketball his way that Peter had planned on giving Miles. Peter caught it with one hand, and Miguel rolled his eyes. Showoff.

"How the hell am I supposed to wrap a ball?"

"I don't know wise guy, you're the one who got it for him." Okay, Peter wasn't sorry for what he was about to do.

He grabbed a marker off the floor and uncapped it with his teeth, making a satisfying pop sound. He barely bit back a snicker as he leaned in, quickly scribbling at the back of his neck. A strangled squeal caught in his throat at he snatched Peter's wrist in one hand, the other rubbing at his neck.

"You think you're funny or somethin'?" he asked with a cold glare.

"Hilarious, actually," Peter corrected with a shrug. Miguel scoffed and let him go.

"Go back to watching the damn movie if you're just gonna bother me," he suggested, grabbing a new tube of wrapping paper to switch things up. Can't have them all looking the same, now can we?

Why not both? Peter thought to himself, an evil grin growing on his face that rivaled the Grinch onscreen. He grabbed two pieces of ribbon discarded on the floor holding them poised to strike between his fingers. Miguel had his back turned, busy wrapping another present and allowing himself to get sucked into the movie. He was practically serving himself up on a silver platter. He really ought to know better by now...

Or maybe he didn't totally mind Peter's shenanigans. But that was a silly, fleeting thought.

Or was it? Only one way to find out.

Ever so quietly, he scooted closer to Miguel, snatching the marker off the floor. The grumpy Spider-Man was sporting a pair of ripped jeans. (He constantly made sure people knew he didn't buy them like that and that he earned those holes and rips.) A particularly large hole left his knee exposed and vulnerable for an attack... Perfect.

He let out a surprised snort, jerking his leg away before a chuckle could follow. They were locked in an intense staring contest, or glaring contest, on Miguel's part. Peter wore an innocent grin, though his next words were anything but.

"What's wrong big guy? Ticklish?"

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed the way he flinched at the question.

"No."

"Really? You're sticking to that lie?"

Miguel huffed, angrily slapping a bow on top of a present. "It's not a lie."

"Well in that case, I'm not ticklish either," Peter boldly proclaimed. Miguel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Since we're being honest and all." Miguel grabbed a tube of wrapping paper, bonking Peter on the head in one swift motion before he even knew what happened.

"Don't forget I'm the one helping you," he reminded pointedly.

"Noted," Peter said, grabbing the tube from him and setting it beside MJ's new boots. For good measure, he started wrapping the gift until Miguel turned away. Then it was back to scheming.

He scanned the pile of unwrapped gifts for inspiration, smiling to himself when he spotted a handheld massager he got as a stocking stuffer.

"Hey Miguel?" he elected to ignore the annoyed groan he was met with, "Can you do me a favor?"

"No."

"Perfect! Just tell me if this massager is any good, okay? I don't want it to be too weak or painful, or not have enough settings." He heard Miguel sigh in defeat.

"Whatever."

"Thanks!" He scooted closer to him, turning on the X-shaped massager. At first he decided to play nice and actually work out the tension in his friend's shoulders before setting his plan into motion. He had to rebuild some trust, after all.

"Not bad, I think she'll like this," Miguel hummed, letting his head fall to one side as he began to relax. He was really watching the movie now, allowing himself a moment to enjoy it. It was one of the more heartfelt scenes of the film, and one of his favorites. He found he tended to like the more subtle, meaningful holiday movies rather than the over the top comedies and rom coms that dominated the season.

The last thing he was expecting was a dreadfully ticklish buzzing on his side.

His resolve gave way as he fell onto one side, loud surprised cackles spilling out into the room and drowned out the sound of the TV.

"Peheheter! Quit ihihit!"

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you through all that laughing. Which is weird, considering how not ticklish you are," he taunted, running the massager over his abs. Miguel curled in on himself, a giggly groan slipping out in response to the teasing.

"You're hohohorrible, you know thahat?" he asked, weakly swatting at Peter's hands, but to no avail.

Peter snorted. "Maybe to you."

The gentle vibrations traveled from his belly up his sides and to his ribs, causing the deep rumbling chuckles to build up momentum. Encouraged by this, Peter grabbed his wrist and wrestled his arm above his head, pinning it in place.

"Wahait!" he cried, trying to fend him off with his other hand. Peter grinned down at him, the textbook definition of smug.

"Okay. Well? What am I waiting for?" he asked, hovering the tool above his armpit menacingly. Miguel slammed his head against the ground in frustration.

"Gehehet off of me, you asshole!" he demanded through giggles.

"Why should I?" Peter challenged.

He just won't quit, will he? Miguel had no choice but to surrender, if they ever wanted to get done wrapping, that is.

"Fihihine, okay? You wihihin!" he conceded, rolling around on the ground. ,!"

"Wow, okay, so what do I win?" he asked, pulling his hands away to give him a breather. Miguel panted and glared up at him.

"I'm fuckin' ticklish, okay? There, happy?" he growled through residual giggles.

"Over the moon," Peter confirmed. He patted Miguel's chest as he let him go, crawling over to the pile of unwrapped presents. "No more funny business, I promise!" he assured. Miguel only rolled his eyes, a fond smile still lingering on his face.

"Yeah yeah, I'll believe it when I see it."

#squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa #ss2k23 #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #spiderman atsv #atsv #atsv fic #spiderman atsv fic #atsv tickle fic #spiderman atsv tickle fic #ticklish!miguel

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lopsicle · 4 months

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Hi, @fictitious-fluff I’m your Squealing Santa!’I’m sorry this came out in the latter end of December, the holiday season was busy for me and this was my first tickletober!!

This was really fun to write, the prompts you left helped a ton as well!! Hope you enjoy it!!

It’s Not Like I Don’t Like It

Summary: During one of Caine’s adventures, the group splits off into pairs which leads to some very interesting discoveries between Jax and Ragatha.

Characters: Ler! Jax, Ler! Ragatha, rest of the TADC cast

Warnings: Tickle Fic

In The Amazing Digital Circus™, it’s residents could only be sure of one thing. Life would never be dull, whether they liked it or not. It took Pomni some getting used to, much like the rest of the circus members and just like everyone else, she still had no idea what to expect. Whether it was being strapped to a target and having knives thrown at you, being pulled out of a hat, having your limbs played around with like they were apart of a mix and match set, the possibilities were endlessly terrifying. Caine just couldn’t understand how to please them.

He’d set them off on another adventure today, lazily dubbed ‘Sticky Situations’, chosen from a list of hundreds and hundreds of repeated activities for them to be forced into enjoy. The adventure was simple enough though, everyone would be split into pairs and forced to stay with their partner until they found a key that would allow them to separate. And because Caine’s adventures could never be simple, if someone stepped too far away from their partner, they’d be shocked.

The pairings were odd, but fun. Pomni and Kinger, Gangle and Zooble and Jax and Ragatha. Surprisingly, Ragatha was the one to be outraged first.

‘Him?!’ She cried, stomping her foot against the ground and making an over-exaggerated gesture towards Jax. The rabbit looked offended for a moment, his ears growing stiff at the top of his head before he smirked, his beady eyes getting a little wider.

‘Aw, don’t you wanna spent time with me, Dollface?’ He teased, not caring for her answer, just wanting to agitate her. Zooble shot the man a look which he just shrugged off while Pomni looked sympathetically towards Ragatha. She took a step towards the woman, wanting to comfort her but as she was finding the words, another voice overpowered the room.

‘Now that the pairs have been selected, you all have FIVE SECONDS,’ Caine screeched energetically, his eyes popping out of his head for a moment, ‘to stand next to your partner!’

Almost immediately, a pair of hands scooped the small jester up from behind, pulling her away from the red haired woman.

‘Phew, Pomni, I was worried you were gonna get electrocuted!’ Kinger fretted, totally oblivious to what she was trying to do. Pomni nodded along awkwardly, deciding to go along with it.

Begrudgingly, Ragatha made her way other to Jax who decided to stay put, not caring enough to move and knowing his partner wouldn’t risk getting shocked. She had a face like a slapped bulldog though, frowning with her arms crossed over her chest, staring away from the taller man.

‘Alrighty then, enjoy the games and have a spectacular time!’ Caine announced, waving goodbye to the circus crew before disappearing to who knows where. Most of them dissipated fairly quickly, some of them even looking forward to their new pairings. Neither of those were applicable to Jax or Ragatha.

‘Are you gonna move anytime soon?’

Ragatha asked impatiently, Caine’s explanation wasn’t the best; she didn’t know how far she could get from Jax and she didn’t feel like getting shocked.

‘Mmm,’ Jax looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think before staring back down at Ragatha, ‘nah.’

Ragatha’s eye twitched in annoyance, looking about ready to explode in anger at him already. While that would normally be amusing, Jax didn’t have the luxury of retreating as he got an earful of frustrated rants, instead opting to grab Ragatha’s arm and yank her along as he walked.

‘Come on then, let’s get this over with before you throw a tantrum,’ Jax teased her but Ragatha decided not to fight it this time. At least he was actually doing something.

It goes without saying that so far, this was one of their worst adventures yet. They didn’t know how that was possible after going through what felt like an eternity of them, but this easily my took the cake. Their bodies awkwardly bashed into each other to other being shocked, they hadn’t said a word to each other since they started walking and they had no idea where to find the key to free themselves from this God awful social prison. It felt like they were running around in circles inside the circus, and the silence was not doing good for Ragatha’s mental state. The worrying woman was just staring at the floor, questioning if they’d ever find this key. It wasn’t abstracting levels of bad, but it was easy to see that it was taking a toll on her. Even for someone like Jax.

He thought of what to do for a bit, it would be so easy to just ignore it, and Ragatha would deserve it for how she’d treated him today…but this trip was boring enough as it was, the last thing he needed was for them to just not talk.

‘Hey, redhead,’ the rabbit called out abruptly, poking her where her ribs would be with a gloved hand. It took all of her willpower to not jump back and get the both of them electrocuted, though her eyes did widen as a loud squeak exited her mouth. Ragatha covered her mouth afterwards, like she was trying to force the reaction back in before looking down at Jax, whose grin had grown ten times wider. Her eyes narrowed at him, almost like a warning to not say anything. And he didn’t say anything, he just burst out laughing.

‘Pffthahaha, oh my Gahahd, dolly, your ticklish! That’s fuckin’ priceless!’ Jax nearly doubled over laughing, clutching his sides while Ragatha just looked around worriedly, her face getting redder and redder as she hoped no one was hearing him.

‘Shut up, Jax, it’s not that big of a deal!’ Ragatha exclaimed, but her words were honestly true. She doubted anyone else in the circus would care about the grand reveal of her being ticklish of all things, it may be a little interesting to Pomni who was still getting the hang of things here, the only person reacting to it were the two of them. Even then, she should’ve expected something like this from Jax, but being teased about being ticklish was especially flustering to her. Mainly because she…liked it. It was hard not to like to her, it was all warm and fuzzy and made her all squirmy, how could she not enjoy being tickled? Plus, it was like having her real, non-rag doll body again, it reminded her of being a real person outside the circus.

‘Oh, this is a huge deal! I can’t believe it took me this long to find this out…hey, whatcha say we make up for lost time?’ Jax said, his yellow smile getting even wider, taking a soft step closer to Ragatha. The doll in turn, looked up near him, not having the confidence to face Jax directly, especially with her face being so red. She opened her mouth but it was like her insides were completely empty, she couldn’t get anything out of her mouth. Not waiting for an answer, Jax’s hands shot down to Ragatha’s sensitive sides, immediately squeezing at them.

‘Jahahahahahahax!!’ Ragatha shouted from the touch, her hands clasping right over her mouth as her eyes went wide. The woman’s feet tapped against the floor repeatedly, doing her best to not move away. This really was the best worst possible scenario for her.

‘Yeeessss, Dolly?’ The man asked, acting like nothing was wrong here. His dexterous fingers crawled over to Ragatha’s tummy, scratching against the fabric of her dress. Curiously, he was starting to notice how she wasn’t really trying to squirm away from his fingers, it looked like she was bucking into them actually.

‘C-cahahahahan you nanahahahat?!’ The redhead ruffed, struggling to get her words out properly through all her laughter.

‘Well, Raggedy, I don’t think you want me to not,’ Jax mimicked her fractured speech just to tick her off more, but the woman seemed far more preoccupied with the fact that Jax was catching on so easily that she enjoyed this. Of course Jax of all people had to find out, this would be the worst for her! Though, it wasn’t like he stopped tickling her yet…maybe she could enjoy this for a little longer.

‘Juhuhust, shuhuhuhut up!’ Ragatha pouted, tilting her face away from Jax who pulled his hands away for a second, earning a disappointed look for a second. His eyes looked wider and intense, yet somehow had a playful shine in them.

‘Oh, no, no, no, you do not get to tell me to shut up and get away with it!’ Jax called her out before shooting his hands right under her armpits. And that was when Ragatha started screaming.

‘WAIAHAHAHAT, NAHAHAT THEHERE!!’ The woman’s arms clung to her sides instantly, squirming about on the spot with a desperate expression taking over her blushing face. Jax had gotten really lucky just now and landed on her death spot, though she wasn’t complaining. It was sort of relieving in a way, she’d be anxious of him finding this out ever since this tickling attack started so it felt like a weight was lifted now that this was out of the way.

Though, Jax was absolutely loving this. He wouldn’t admit that now that he knew Ragatha actually enjoyed getting tickled, well he didn’t know but it was pretty obvious, but being able to make her screech and laugh was definitely going to be a way for him to kill the time. He messily grabbed at her wrists, clumping them up to hold them with one hand. Then, he raised her arms above her head, leaving that precious death spot of hers on display.

Ragatha tried to wiggle her way out of his grip but it was pretty useless, a couple loose giggles of anticipation slipped out of her mouth, staring over at the rabbit to see when he was going to strike.

‘Alright, let’s see if you can handle this!’ He announced, treating it like it was some game. His fingers began messily poking around the hollows of her armpits to start with, but it quickly morphed into fast, deep scratching against her sensitive skin which drove the woman insane.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAHAHHAAHHAN’T!!’ Ragatha admitted instantly, dropping all sense of embarrassment or shame about getting tickled by Jax. Bouncing around on her feet, Ragatha felt like if she was tickled for another second was going to die, or at least get the two electrocuted. While Jax may not care about the first one, he didn’t want to get shocked too and decided to take some pity on the woman.

His hands left her armpits, leaving them with a slight tingling sensation but for the most part, Ragatha recovered pretty quickly. Her face still had a red sheen to it but the shock and horror of the tickling session was passing her now. Until Jax spoke up.

‘Oh, I am so telling everyone about this.’

‘Don’t you dare!’

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #ragatha #tadc ragatha #ler jax #ler! jax #lee ragatha #lee! ragatha #ticklish ragatha #pomni #kinger #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa

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tricks-tickles · 3 months

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OOPS haha definitely wasnt meant to have this done like four days ago but i was #down with the sickness (chest infections4life) anyyyeay done now! here you go @the-gingerbread-lee

and happy very late @squealing-santa !

word count: 997

pairing: Lee!Todoroki /& Ler!Midoriya

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One of Midoriya’s favourite things about living at U.A. was the campus. Not just the state of the art gyms and dorms, but the large expanse of parks and forestry surrounding the main buildings. It was beautiful, in between all the facilities there were parks with soft grass, tall trees and flower beds. It was a favourite study spot for many students, including Midoriya.

He lay on his back, head propped up against his study-buddy’s thighs as he worked through his art homework. The study buddy in question was Todoroki, sitting upright against the tree and resting his book against Midoriya’s head. It was something of a symbiotic relationship.

They were the only ones in the park, given that the grounds were otherwise covered in a foot of snow. Only a small ring of dry grass prevailed around the tree where they sat, kept warm by Todoroki’s quirk.

Midoriya shifted, adding a little more shading to the drawing, causing Todoroki’s textbook to fall to the ground.

“Sit still.” He grumbled, picking it up.

“Meh meme me meh.” Midoriya grumbled back playfully. He waited a second, then twitched again, sending the textbook tumbling into the grass.

Todoroki glared as Midoriya beamed up at him.

He picked the textbook up and lightly hit Midoriya on the head with it, then set it back down.

Midoriya glanced back at his work. It was nearly finished, and he had a while before needing to hand it in. Moreso, the prospect of messing with the usual stoic boy was quite appealing. He and Todoroki had been getting closer, and with that came a surprising discovery that Todoroki could be quite playful. The two had spent countless hours rolling around on the floor, on the bed, the dorm’s sofa, the list goes on. Midoriya cast another glance at his work, then grinned.

Now on a mission, he counted to 60… then twitched.

“Midoriya!” Todoroki snapped, “Stop annoying me, I’m almost done.”

“But you’re so fun to pester~.” Midoriya cooed back.

Then his head fell back and lightly hit the ground as Todoroki shuffled away, smirking slightly.

“Aww come on Shoto~, don’t be like that.” Midoriya said, but was unable to keep the grin off his face.

“I am like that.” Todoroki responded, staring at his math homework.

To most, Todoroki would look slightly stern and annoyed. But to eagle eyed viewers such as Midoriya, his ears were slightly red, his eyes were unfocused and his fingers were drumming on the page. He was waiting in anticipation.

Quietly, Midoriya sat up and kneeled next to him, pressing his face into Todoroki’s.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked.

“Concentrating, now will you pleas- ACK! Midoriya!”

“Todoroki,” Midoriya smiled, pulling his hand away from his ribs, “What’s wrong?”

Todoroki glared but said nothing, moving to stare back at his work.

Midoriya poked him again.

He twitched.

Another poke.

Another twitch.

“Are you ignoring me?”

Another poke.

“I aham- I am not.”

…

Midoriya attacked, wriggling his fingers into Todoroki’s ribs as he suddenly jolted, dropping his book. Quickly as he could, Todoroki stumbled to his feet, backing away into the cold snow.

“Midoriya, what about our work- Midoriya, please.” He begged. It was strange to see him so emotive, but whenever they engaged in fights like these it brought out an unseen childish side of him, something that Midoriya adored.

“I’m gonna getcha~.” He teased, advancing with wiggling fingers.

Todoroki took off, running through the snow and carving a smooth path through the field. Midoriya raced after him. He almost tripped on a hidden rock and stumbled, and Todoroki grew further away. He ran faster, and debated using Full Cowl to bring him up to speed when Todoroki began to turn slightly, allowing Midoriya to put on a final burst of speed and pounce.

Todoroki yelled out in shock, falling into the cold snow, which quickly melted under him. He was hot all over, from his quirk, the burst of exercise and general embarrassment at their situation.

“Gotcha.” Midoriya grinned, using Blackwhip to (unfairly) pin his arms to his sides.

Todoroki huffed, wiggling a little to no avail.

“Very classy.” He said, deadpan.

Midoriya just smiled, bringing his hands up to tap along Todoroki’s ribs. He twitched a little, but the hoodie he was wearing protected him, a little. Countering this, Midoriya’s hands crept down, further and further until they reached the edge of his jumper, then they darted under, his fingers scratching at the thin t-shirt that covered Todoroki’s stomach.

He yelped, not expecting the sudden assault and began squirming in earnest.

“Mihihidorihiyaha!” He cried, writhing, “We’re ihin puhublihic!”

Midoriya lifted his head and looked from side to side, letting his hands drift to Todoroki’s sides.

“I don’t see anyone. Besides, your laugh is so cute! I think everyone deserves to hear it, you should definitely laugh more.”

“SHUHUHUT THEHE FUHUHUHUK UHUP!” Todoroki screamed, his back arching as Midoriya grasped at his sides.

“Wow, such harsh words. You wound me, Todoroki.”

“IHIHIT JUST TIHIHIHCKLEHES, PLEHEHEAHASE!”

“Fine, fine~, I won't pester you much longer.”

He grinned.

“But first,” Using Blackwhip, he brought Todoroki’s hands up beside his head, smiling wider when they trembled for him to put them down.

“You can always tell me to stop~.” He cooed.

Todoroki looked at him, eyes bright, face flushed and a wobbly smile on his lips, and looked away.

“Well, if you say so.” With that, he dove his hands into Todoroki’s underarms, scratching lightly and watching as Todoroki howled with laughter beneath him.

As he did, soft flakes of snow began to fall from the sky and land around them.

With Todoroki’s melodic laughter, the heat from his body washing away the cold and the beautiful snow, it couldn’t have been a better day.

#this is def a combination of like 4 prompts from them haha #ler!midoriya #lee!todoroki #mha tickling #squealing santa 2k23 #in 2k24 #shameful #lol

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carnivorous-parasite · 5 months

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YIPPEEEEE JOYOUS KRIMAHHHHH !!!!!! :3

@ticklystarz IM UR SECRET SANTA JUMPSCARE!!!!! I HOPE U LIKE IT JEHDJDHDJDHJSJS :DDDDDD

(PROMPT WAS LER SOLDIER/LEE SNIPER, CHEER UP TICKLES!!! HOPE I DID OKAY I HAD LOTS OF FUN MAKING IT :3) LUV U POOKUMS /P

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tickle-fight-club · 4 months

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Caitlyn and Vi from Arcane for @mostlyticklestbh for this year’s @squealing-santa !! Thank you Hypah for hosting again yippee!

Image Caption:

[Caitlyn]: You never told me you were this ticklish!

[Vi]: C-CAIT! HA HA HA HA

#yay I hope you like it gjskfjdk #tickle art #arcane #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa #holly scribbles

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stopiteatpopcorn · 4 months

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The Casino managers weakness

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Ler!Nikolai x Lee!Sigma

Words: 1488

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT,

YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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It was a typical early morning in the sky casino, the guests were still fast asleep in their rooms, most of them completely passed out from a previous night of drinking and gambling. The owner, Sigma, had been sitting in his office, reading over every guests profiles once again, psyching himself out and maybe getting a little too stressed. Suddenly a very familiar man slipped his way inside, a cheery, overly excited grin on his face. “Well well well, looks like you’re already wide awake huh~? Oh, are you busy? Meh whatever- How are you today, my dearest Sigma~?!” Nikolai asked teasingly and poked his side, to which the tired man beside him flinched, before rolling his eyes and hoping he didn’t notice. Oh but this was Nikolai, he definitely did.

“I’m just fine, Nikolai. But it’s too early for your shenanigans, so please give me a moment in silence.” Sigma muttered, eyes focused on the documents in front of him. This simply would not do for the clown like man. “Oh, you wouldn’t happen to be a little…Ticklish, would ya~?” He asked, to which split haired man blushed, ignoring the question and moving on with his work. “…Hey~ It’s not very nice to ignore your friends, right~? It can’t hurt to pay me a little attention!” Nikolai cried dramatically, leaning over Sigma's shoulder, however Sigma couldn’t care less to shove him off. “It very much can, I have a lot of guests and a lot of work. So once again, please just give me some quiet.” Sigma snarled slightly, giving Nikolai a look of annoyance. However, Nikolai noticed that Sigma hadn’t slept at all, he could see the dark circles under his eyes. Although he couldn’t care less- or maybe he could- that Sigma was tired, he still wanted to mess with him at least a little bit! “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll back off…~” The man then swung his coat and disappeared. Finally, Sigma could go back to his peace and quiet. Or at least that’s what he thought. But maybe he spoke too soon….

Not even half an hour later, a gloved hand suddenly snuck it’s way through a glowing portal and reached towards Sigma's waist from behind. The man let out an undignified squeal when it squeezed at his side, squirming away. “Eep-Hehey! What the-?!” He giggled, whipping around in his seat to see nothing but the wall behind him. He knew what was going on. So Nikolai wanted to play that game, huh? Fine. But he wouldn’t win. Sigma went back to his work and skimming over the papers slowly, before he felt Nikolai's other hand at his left side, spidering up it and making him squeak. Sigma quickly grabbed his hand in one of his however this unfortunately backfired, as the floating hand quickly wormed its way out of his grip, but grasped tightly onto his wrist instead, lifting up his arm. Crud. Before he could pull it back down, Nikolai's free hand was back, tracing it’s way up his ribs towards his raised arm.

Sigma felt the giggles bubbling in his throat, the rest of Nikolai's body appearing in front of his desk. “Nawww~ Is someone getting distracted? But I thought you were supposed to be focused on your work!” Teased a handless Nikolai, grinning playfully. This made Sigma blush. Madly. He opened his mouth to protest at him but all that came out was stutters and small giggles. “N- Nikolahai-! Dohon’t- Ehehe-!” “Don’t what, Sigma~?” He asked, feigning innocence. “T- Tihickle mehehe!” Sigma giggled, eyes widening when he saw Nikolais grin get even more teasing, and the hand spidering up his ribs began to circle a single finger around his underarm. “W- Wahahait- I dihidn’t-” “Well, if you wanted it so bad, you could've just said so~!” And suddenly all five fingers were scribbling at his unprotected armpit, making Sigma let out a high pitched squeal, throwing his head back with laughter. “Wahahait-i! Nahahaha!” He giggled, a smile worming its way onto his red face. It didn’t help when Nikolai's other hand which was previously holding his wrist let go, only to begin digging into his tummy, making him kick and nearly fall off his chair. “Nikolahaihihi! Plehehehease!” “Please, what? Please continue? Why of course I will~!” The man in question teased, smirking when it made Sigma giggle harder. Eventually, he slowed it down ever so slightly to let the poor man breathe. “Was that enough to get you all tired out, Sigma~?” He asked, to which sigma answered with the most annoyed voice he could muster- Which didn't sound even slightly annoyed at all. “I’m nohot that weak Nikolai, whahat doho you take me for?” He said quietly, a couple giggles still escaping him as he tried his best to glare at the magic man above him, who simply smirked.

“I dunno, it seems you’re pretty sensitive to me~! But I’ll tell ya what…I’ll stop if you promise to take a break!” Nikolai offers, letting go for a moment as his hands came back to his own body again. Sigma thought, and he thought hard. To be perfectly honest he quite liked the tingly feeling all the tickles gave him, and even more so how he was just able to laugh so freely rather than stress for a moment. But it was too embarrassing to admit, especially to Nikolai- he’d hold it above his head forever. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Or maybe it would. Knowing him, he was unpredictable like that. Though…Sigma was willing to take the shot. “I….Fine I’ll take a break…” He sighed, to which Nikolai surprisingly nodded. “Alright! Then I’ll leave you be, it looks like you need the rest!” He said, about to raise his coat and disappear again, however he heard a but, which stopped him in his tracks.

“But…Could you- Maybe- Do it again..?” Sigma asked, looking away nervously and blushing once more. Nikolai turned to face him again, a confused look on his face, before he realized what the man meant and smirked slyly. “Do what again, Sigma~?” He asked, slowly leaning down to face him. Sigma was smiling nervously. “Y- You know-! Just-” He stuttered, face going bright. Nikolai's hands disappeared once again, reappearing beside Sigma, fingers wiggling in the air teasingly as he hid his face with an embarrassed squeak.

“Nawww, What’s wrong? Why are you hiding~? I’m sure you can tell me what you want~!” He teased as his fingers got closer, nearly touching him, before retracting again. Sigma pouted behind his hands, peaking through his hands. It was now or never. “Just- Please tickle me again!” He blurted out quickly, shutting his eyes. But nothing came. He lowered his hands slightly, nervous that maybe he’d finally found something that even shocked the clown. However almost as soon as his hands uncovered his face, Nikolai's hands were squeezing at his hips, making him buck and screech.

“Ahahawww~! Well isn’t that just the cutest request~! Did you think I’d say no?” He asks, to which Sigma nodded as he squirmed and giggled relentlessly. “Really? What kind of monster do you take me for? How could I possibly deny you this when your reactions are so interesting! And look at that smile~ I’m sure your casino guests must melt at just the sight of it~” This made Sigma blush and squeal again, shaking his head. “Nahahaha! I- It ihisn’t cuhuhute!” He giggled, but Nikolai was having none of it as one hand began spidering up and down his back, making Sigma arch with more giggles. “Oh yes it is! In fact- It’s absolutely adorable~! I’m sure these guests of yours would love to find out about just how sensitive you are, let alone how much you love it!” “NOHOHO!” He yelled out through his laughter, shaking his head wildly. “Dohohon’t say a wohohohord!” He squealed, tears pricking his eyes. “Alright alright~ I won’t tell them…For now~!” Sigma whined, but nonetheless was still giggling loudly. This lasted for a while longer, the two bickering back and fourth while Sigma laughed and laughed.

By the end of it all Sigma had fallen off his chair, face bright red, hair disheveled. Nikolai smiled down at him. “Alright, I think you’ve had enough now.” His hands came back to his body, one taking a while longer as it came back with a glass of water which he placed on Sigma's desk. “How was that~?” He asked teasingly. “It felt good to laugh like that I guess…’ Sigma mumbled in embarrassment, to which the clown laughed. “You guess? We both know you loved it~! Now, take a moment to rest up!” He said, however before he disappeared, he whispered in Sigma's ear.

“...Oh by the way…I’m so telling Dos- Kun~!” Before Sigma could grab him, he was gone. He got up to his desk, before burrowing his face in his arms. Damnit Nikolai!

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A/N: Hey Everyone, apologies for the late post but this is my @squealing-santa gift for @strawberry-mushrooms!! Merry Christmas and happy new year, and I'm so sorry your gift has arrived a lil late! I added way more than expected, but I hope you enjoy the fic!

#bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #tickle fic #bsd tickles #ler!nikolai #lee!sigma #sfw tickle community #sfw tk blog #squealing santa 2k23 #tickle fluff

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squealing-santa · 7 months

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Welcome, one and all, to the 8th Annual Tickle Fandom Bloggers Squealing Santa Extravaganza!

This year’s humble host for 2023 on her second year is @hypahticklish - I'm ecstatic to continue stoking the fires of our wonderful tradition! We were so lucky last year to have not only our community artists join the fun, but to break our previous record of participants. I cannot wait to see all the magic our corner of tumblr is able to create 🥰 But enough of my shmoozing - let’s get on to the main event!

Here are the general rules of engagement:

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Your work must be based on the fandoms and prompts provided by your giftee during registration. Examples of what those loose prompts may look like can be found here.

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There is no limit if you'd like to create more or explore stylization!

Once sign-ups end, we’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until December 31st to finish your piece and send it to the person you’re creating for. In turn, your writer or artist will post a piece for you also by the end of December! No one will know who is working on whose prompts until the works are published, because surprises are fun!

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We will send you a confirmation DM once your registration has been submitted, so if you don’t receive that, contact us! We want to make sure no one gets left out due to the survey eating submissions or something similarly dumb.

Registration closes at midnight PST on November 5th, so be sure to share with your knismobuddies!

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giggle-bee · 4 months

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Triple Threat (Squealing Santa 2023!)

Hi, @hakurei-k, I'm your Santa for this year! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenging prompt since I don't typically write intense stuff with multiple lers, but it was a fun fic to do, and I'm so happy I got you!! I also want to thank @squealing-santa, Hypah, for being such an amazing host!! Couldn't have done it without you, thank you for keeping the tradition alive!

(Ler!Barbatos, Ler!Solomon, Ler!Simeon, Lee!MC)

Warnings: pranks, suprise tickles

Summary: Barbatos has a day off but doesn't know how to spend it. How better to than with you? Mediating a prank war wasn't in the plans, though.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Diavolo had first approached Barbatos about taking the day off, he was against the idea. “My Lord, the New Year’s celebration is not far away. The castle must be prepared for guests, there is much work to be done-” “Exactly my thoughts! You’ve been working tirelessly, my friend, you deserve some time to yourself. It’s my castle, I want to have part in the decorating! Besides, I know you’ve been keeping an eye on that new tea house. Take the day and relax, Barbatos.”

Diavolo patted him on the back and left Barbatos standing in his office, lost for words and with a blank mind for the first time in a while. For anyone else, the opportunity would be a blessing, to leave your duties behind and pay attention to the parts of your life neglected. All Barbatos could think about was the castle in a state of disarray, clashing colors, decorations strewn haphazardly about the place, anything less than perfect was not acceptable.

However, Diavolo’s pout if he figured out Barbatos was still working during his break was too heartbreaking to think about. Barbatos sighed, pulling out his DDD and pulling up his messages with you.

Barbatos MC, would you like to join me at Witch’s Brew this afternoon? My schedule has been cleared.

MC Oh? Is that the new tea place across from Majolish? I would love to!

Barbatos Alright. See you at noon.

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting.

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual.

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back.

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep.

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him.

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment.

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?”

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?”

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!”

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again.

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest.

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!”

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you.

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside.

With a sigh, you took the bag, holding out the delectable sweet. “How about a truce? Do you guys wanna split this?” All three of them nodded, causing you to smile. As you made your way towards the den, Barbatos concluded that his day off was a day well spent.

#squealing santa 2k23 #ss2k23 #obey me tickles #obey me tickle fic #ler!barbatos #ler!solomon #ler!simeon #lee!mc #lee!reader #honey #bee writes

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Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23

A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁

Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou

Chapter 1 - Tough Spot

Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.

Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.

The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.

Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”

“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Okay!”

Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.

Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”

Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.

Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”

“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”

“O-okay.”

Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.

“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”

“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”

“N-no! Sorry!”

After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”

Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”

“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”

“No can do.”

“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”

Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.

“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”

“Oh come on, you can take it.”

Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.

“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.

God, his laughter was intoxicating.

“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”

Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.

“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”

“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.

Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”

Izuku’s eyes widened.

“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”

“I get it.”

“You- You do?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.”

…

“So, a-are you done, or…?”

Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”

Izuku took a deep breath.

“Go for it.”

Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit

Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?

What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.

“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.

“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”

…Feet? Is that Deku?

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.

“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”

“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”

Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.

Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.

“Oiiiii Kacchan!”

“The hell d’you want?”

“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Crap! Was he really that obvious?

“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”

“Nah, already went.”

“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”

“Do it with Kirishima.”

“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”

“No.”

“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”

As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.

“...Oops.”

“DUNCE FACE—”

“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.

Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.

“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”

“NOOO!”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.

“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.

Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”

“Uhm…”

“Nothing?”

Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.

Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”

“What? Why!?”

“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”

“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“S-so are you gonna let me go?”

“Not until you tell me what’s up.”

“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”

“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”

Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.

“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”

Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.

“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”

Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.

“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!”

Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”

“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”

“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”

“...You’re kidding.”

“P-please don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh, thank God…”

“You could have just asked, y’know?”

“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”

“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”

Denki nodded.

Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”

#tickling #tickle fic #ss2k23 #squealing santa 2k23 #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #denki kaminari #bakudeku #kamibaku #ler!bakugou #lee!deku #lee!midoriya #lee!kaminari #bnha #princess scrawlings

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