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said this to oomf already but since moray bites have a numbing effect, i think it'd be really funny if floyd bites riddle somewhere like his neck/tummy/thighs/wtv and then regrets it later when he tries to tickle him there and riddle feels absolutely nothing
How do you think the Overblot Gang would react to finding out/their s/o confessing that they like to be tickled? đ«Ł
riddle - he's more embarrassed than you, to be honest. face turns bright red and he looks away all flustered because how is he supposed to respond? he doesn't dislike tickling himself - trey and che'nya like to get him from time to time, and he's found it a particularly useful method of reprimand for those reckless first years - but it's too much. there's too much loudness, laughter. he's too little in control of himself. it takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of tickling you, but if you let him work up to it in increments (as as lighthearted punishment, generally), he'll eventually let himself go and be more playful with it.
leona - acts like he doesn't care, barely cracking one eye open and raising a lazy eyebrow. "so? 'm I supposed to do something?" he's lazy but he loves you, really, so the next time you're a little too antsy during the naptime he's designated for both of you, restless in his arms, he'll suddenly tighten his grip and really give you something to squirm about. he teases you in that bored, vaguely annoyed way of his, complaining about how noisy your helpless squeals are and how he could be napping right now if you weren't moving so much while his arm keeps you trapped against him and his other hand goes to town.
azul - first response is to file that information away in a little mental space named EXPLOITABLE TRAITS. however, because he loves you, he makes an honest effort to recategorize it. he doesn't entirely succeed, but it's the most he's capable of, so it's sweet anyway. he gets a little antsy over it himself, remembering how the tweels used to (and still do, tbh) wreck his ass all the time. it starts with light pokes when you're not moving fast enough - the man walks at a ridiculous pace to maximize efficiency, as always, and you walk too slowly for him to be able to talk to you properly. before you know it, azul's clingy ass is squeezing your sides from behind while he buries his face in your neck.
jamil - at first, he really doesn't care, other than to have a bit of a 'yikes' reaction. he hates giving up control in any sense, so it doesn't make sense to him that this is something you could possibly enjoy. he has to test it out for himself, obviously, and enjoys it more than he thought he would. he uses his signature spell on you (with consent of course) to make you stay still while he tickles you, vaguely incredulous at how you seem to like it when he makes you giggle and thrash, how you like being made to just sit back and enjoy it when your body is desperately trying to escape. he finds it funny, in a way.
vil - he thinks it's cute, but probably doesn't indulge you very often đ tickling is the kind of thing that would make you move around out of instinct, and he can't risk you messing up his or your makeup. he'll give you quick, light tickles if you're too slow to react when he gives you instructions. every now and then, though, dating a famous model and actor will take its toll on you, who feels rather ordinary next to him even though he thinks you're wonderful. vil has never been very good with emotional vulnerability or long talks about his feelings - it's easier to make you laugh another way.
idia - what do you mean. what do you mean. that's only a thing on the internet, he's never meet someone who really likes it IRL, especially not someone like you...! right...? WRONG and he has to keep pinching himself to make sure he's not dreaming. he gets ridiculously flustered every time he thinks about it, picturing your pretty laugh or making you squirm with those dexterous fingers of his. gamer hands have to be useful for something, right? once he gets into it, though, he has an insane power trip every time he tickles you. look at you, all giggly! over little old him?? he wishes he could save file all of these memories - seeing as he can't, he'll just have to do it again. and again. and again-
malleus - it honestly takes him a second to remember what tickling is, really. lilia had tickled him once or twice when he was younger, but, well, they weren't allowed to spend a lot of time together. he's seen lilia tickle silver a few times, but never associated the act with the name. he's rather intrigued by this weakness of yours...how easily you give it up to him. is it enjoyable for you? malleus is an indulgent lover, he will play along fufufufu. he finds that he quite enjoys the sounds of your bright laughter, how you try to keep yourself from pushing him away when he finds a particularly bad spot. not that you could, anyways - he would just deal with that magically. he now has a fun new way to play with his human :>
riddle being unsure what to do with his hands while he's kissing floyd so he kinda just grabs floyd's sides. floyd yelps and riddle is disappointed in the loss of contact for five seconds before he realises what happened
riddle pulls back just as fast because he's so used to not getting affection that when floyd jumps away, he thinks he must have done something wrong. he has this impression for all of two seconds before he registers floyd's squeak and gets that cute smug little grin and floyd just melts on the spot and like. what's he gonna do huh. he's not gonna stop riddle even when he reaches out with his tiny ass hands to poke him in the ribs, because riddle has that childish, starry-eyed look and floyd'll be damned if he takes that away from him.
also, floyd kinda thinks being tickled is fun, so. benefits.
Trey makes his way through the ever-changing halls of Heartslabyul, every possible route memorised by now. The third years' room is in the opposite direction today, but right now, his destination is the housewarden's bedroom. He's brought some tea with him, along with a small slice of the pie he'd made yesterday.
With exams coming up, Riddle is sure to be overworking himself. While things have gotten better, Trey still can't help but worry. Riddle doesn't often let himself rest, so Trey has taken it upon himself to more or less force a break on him via snacks. Riddle may be one of the only people at this school who enjoys academics, but even he needs to step back every now and then.
As he approaches, though, it becomes clear that Riddle is not studying â at least, not in any way that Trey knows of. There's laughter leaking out through the gap in the door, a specific sound that Trey hasn't heard in years. Curious, he stops just outside the door, peeking in through the cracked opening.
His view is mostly obstructed, but he can see the upper half of the bed. There he sees Riddle, lying on his stomach, someone's hands crawling up his sides and along his ribcage. His face is buried in the soft blankets, although his pink ears are more than enough evidence of a bright blush. He keeps grasping at the sheets before letting go again, like he's not entirely sure what to do.
"Stahahaâyouâaha! Cut it ohohout!"
"Why?" comes a second voice, playful and carefree. It's certainly not someone from Heartslabyul, but Trey recognises its owner nonetheless. "Goldfishie likes it."
"I dohohon't!" Riddle protests, though it comes off more like a whine. Coming from someone like Riddle, Trey has to admit that it sounds adorable.
Floyd coos. "Aw, it's okay if ya do. 'S cute." The words are accompanied with a little squeeze at the top ribs, a move that elicits a loud squeal from its victim.
There's a whimpering sound between giggles, though whether it's from exhaustion or embarrassment, Trey can't tell. "D-don't say thihihings like thahatâ!"
It's then that Trey manages to look away, not wanting to further intrude on a moment clearly not meant for outside eyes. There's a part of him that wants to stay, to watch, just so he can tease Riddle relentlessly about whatever this new relationship with Floyd is; but this isn't something he's supposed to be seeing, and he'll respect that.
He's sure this won't be the last time he catches them, anyway.
i don't know ..... for the ships thing .. .....silkali if you may
"Silver..." Kalim pokes at his companion's side, a pout on his face. "Come on...if you don't wake up, I'll fall asleep too, and then Jamil will be mad at me!" He accompanies this last part by shaking Silver, but still, the boy's eyes remain closed.
Kalim sighs, leaning back on his hands, staring at the ceiling as though it'll give him an idea. Silver is supposed to be tutoring him, but he doesn't mind the excuse to get out of doing his work. The issue is that it's just the two of them, and now that Silver is asleep, he's all alone! He might just die without someone to talk to!
He studies the intricate carvings on the ceiling. They're very pretty, the lines spiraling around each other. He wishes he could get a closer look, but it's so high up, and he can't just appear up there like Lilia could.
Lilia...Lilia! Right, Silver and Lilia have known each other for a long time! Surely Lilia would know how to wake him up. Kalim wracks his brain, trying to remember if Lilia had ever mentioned something like that. It takes a minute, but eventually a memory comes to mind, one club meeting when Lilia had been recounting fond memories of the other Diasomnia students.
Kalim sits up excitedly. So the ceiling had given him an idea, after all!
"Silver," he tries again, leaning in close. Silver's eyelashes flutter slightly, but he stays sound asleep. Kalim reaches out hesitantly. He should probably be gentle, right?
Silver twitches as Kalim begins trailing his fingers around his sides, lightly drawing random shapes and lines. It's something, but clearly it's not enough to wake him up. Apparently, the gentle approach isn't working.
Kalim hums, thinking of his next move. His gaze lands on Silver's legs, his knees pulled up to his chest. Perfect.
"AghâK-Kalim?!" Silver awakes with a start, a laugh spilling out of him before he even knows what's going on. His reflexes are quick, though, grabbing Kalim's wrists right away.
Kalim grins. "You're awake! I was getting so lonely without you!"
"I fell asleep?" Silver blinks a few times. "Sorry. What were we doing?"
"You never told me you were ticklish," Kalim says, ignoring the question. Silver has such a pretty smile!
"Ah..." Silver rubs the back of his neck. "It never came up."
As soon as Kalim's wrists are released, he's right back to crawling his fingers up Silver's sides, drawing out confused giggles. "You're so cute! How did I not know!"
"Kahalim!" Silver protests, curling back in on himself.
This time, though, he makes no attempt to stop it.
florid florid florid florid florid
lee!riddle, ler!floyd
basically pure fluff. never written a tk fic before so please uh. forgive me. it is not good.
do not use my writing to train AI or in AI datasets.
Unfortunately, Floyd was bored.
That was a sentence that could precede a lot of things, from 3am baking to committing various brands of fraud. In this case, however, Riddle had been ignoring him for two hours â two whole hours! â while he did his homework. Lying flat on his back in Riddleâs bed, Floyd could hear the quiet scratching of Riddleâs quill back and forth.
Why does Goldfishie have to keep such a strict schedule?
He pushed himself up onto his elbows, mind coming awake at last. Ideas. Iâve got ideas! Floyd grinned â he knew exactly how to pull his boyfriend away from his writing, and cure his boredom, all in one go!
Floyd slunk off the bed to stand behind Riddle, frowning at his hunched shoulders. Well, he would just have to fix that too.
âHey,â he said softly, bending over Riddleâs shoulder. âWhatcha doing, Goldfishie?â
Riddle let out a loud, long-suffering sigh that Floyd had become intimately acquainted with over the course of their relationship. Surreptitiously, Floyd picked up a decorative quill, though there was no need for sneakiness â Riddle barely looked up.
âWorking,â came his curt answer, eyes glued to his workbook as he ticked off row after row. He was like a machine, ugh. Floyd bent to fit his face in the crook of Riddleâs neck, pressing his chin in with a little more pressure than was likely to be comfortable for his boyfriend, and he felt Riddle give a started jolt. With great pleasure, Floyd noticed that Riddleâs grip on his pen had tightened.
âFloydâs-stop it,â he gritted out. âI have to work.â
The stammer did not go unnoticed. âWhy?â Floyd asked softly, digging his chin into the tender spot between Riddleâs neck and shoulder. ââM I distracting ya, Goldfishie?â
Riddle yelped at the new sensation, his shoulders rising as he hunched over. âFloyd, sto-stohohop! Iâm wohohorking!â
âYes,â Floyd said. âI know. Well, donât let me stop you.â
Riddle whined, cheeks blooming red as roses as he tried to push Floyd away. âI cahahanât cohohoncentrate!â
âOh?â Floyd feigned mock confusion, grinning as he heard Riddle squeak. âIs it distracting when I do this?â He began to twirl the feather around the other side of Riddleâs neck, his poor boyfriend giving a full-body shiver.
âFloyd, nohoho!â He protested, attempting to draw his shoulders up to his ears, paper all but forgotten. His hands fluttered helplessly at his sides, torn between trying to return to his work and batting Floyd away. Unfortunately for him, the distraction meant that he didnât notice Floydâs other hand sneaking around his side until it had lifted Riddleâs shirt and was pressing cold fingers to his bare ribs. With a violent flinch and a shocked giggle, Riddle finally broke, leaping out of his chair to get away. Floyd followed with a predatory grin.
âWaitâwahahait, pleaseââ He was already giggling.
âIâve been waitinâ for you to take a break for two hours,â he said dramatically, backing Riddle up. Riddle gasped when he hit the wall, and he prepared to turn and find another escape. But Floyd was faster, and with a quick leap, he had Riddle trapped between his arms, hands already rucking up his shirt to prod at his sides.
Within an instant, Riddle was a writhing, giggling mess. He twisted from side to side trying to escape Floydâs fingers still gently scratching at his bottom ribs. For all of one second, he attempted to drop to the floor and crawl away, but Floydâs hands catching him under the arms had him jumping back up.
âWhatâs wrong?â Floyd cooed, still scritch-scratching away. âDonât tell me this tickles? Itâs only two fingers, just one on each side. Youâre not thaaat sensitive, right Goldfishie?â
âSh-shuhuhut uhuhuhup!â Riddle squealed, arms pressed firmly against his sides, hands flapping helplessly. With great effort, he peeled himself off of the wall and out of Floydâs grasp, bolting for the Heartslabyul common room.
Floyd chased after him, vaulting over the couch to land next to Riddle, who was already scrambling away, still giggling. Throwing himself forward, Floyd caught him around the waist and dug in with his fingertips. Riddleâs face was bright red as he thrashed and kicked on the couch, shrieking when Floyd leaned down to blow a raspberry on his stomach. One of Riddleâs kicks landed squarely in the middle of Floydâs chest, knocking him off of him. Riddle forced himself up onto his wobbly legs, still panting, while Floydâs eyes lit up â this was what heâd been waiting for! The cure for his boredom!
Terrified, Riddle stood and assessed his options. For a brief moment, he considered escaping into the rose maze before Floyd jumped up, effectively blocking that exit. With nowhere else to go, Riddle bolted back into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. However, before he could even turn to fumble with the lock, Floyd had thrown open the door, silhouetted ominously against the hallway light.
Riddle backed up, hands raised in nervous surrender as Floyd stalked closer. The backs of his knees hit the bed and he collapsed, frantic as Floyd leaned down, an arm on either side of him to trap him.
As a last-ditch effort, Riddle surged up and mashed his lips against Floydâs ungracefully, thrumming with adrenaline. Floyd let out a startled noise, but melted into the embrace. When Riddle pulled away, trying to wriggle out from under him, Floyd followed him down, kissing him into the bed.
After a few moments â too soon, Floydâs brain whined â they finally parted. Riddle blinked, and smiled up at him. He loved that smile.
ââŠDoes this mean weâre done?â Riddle asked cautiously.
Floydâs grin turned wicked. âNo,â he said casually, sitting back on his heels.
âNo?â Riddle demanded, but he didnât get much further before Floyd began tapping his fingers along his belly, making him twitch and bite his lip, stubbornly holding in his giggles. âFloyd, this is childishââ
âIs it?â He asked, eyes narrowing. âI think if I were really childish, I would do this.â
Without warning, he changed from playful scratches to drilling his fingers into Riddleâs hips, squeezing rapidly up and down, and Riddle screeched, bursting into laughter and tugging frantically at his wrists.
âAHAHAHAHAHAâFLOHOHOYD, PLEHEHEHEASEââ
âPlease what? Tickle you?â Floyd tittered, squeezing the tops of Riddleâs thighs and enjoying how his laughter went silent. âIf you insist.â
Floyd slipped his hands under Riddleâs shirt and began to walk his fingers up from his bottom ribs. At each rib, he paused, tracing them from the middle to his sides with his fingernails.
âAck â Flohohoyd, stohohopââ Riddle paused, realizing where his boyfriendâs dexterous hands were headed, then began shoving at him with renewed energy.
âNah,â Floyd said, the words coming out muffled as Riddle planted a hand against his face. âNow, where were we?â He planted his fingers on his lowest ribs again, starting from scratch. âPerhaps here?â He tickled Riddle lazily as the smaller boy struggled beneath him, pretty giggles spilling from his lips.
âNohoho,â Riddle protested. âYou were higher uHUHUP?!â He squealed as the fingers suddenly dug in.
âHm, I donât think so,â Floyd lied cheerily. âGotta recount to be sure.â
âGohoho awahahahay!â
Floyd paused, and Riddle flopped back onto his bed, sides beginning to ache from laughing.
âYou knowâŠIâm a bit hungry,â Floyd mused, his eyes crinkling.
âG-great,â Riddle panted, pressing the backs of his hands against his flushed cheeks. âHow about we stop and have tea?â
âI dunno,â Floyd snickered, and Riddle suppressed a shudder. âI think I want some ribs.â
âFLOYD, GET OFFââ Riddle shrieked, but it was too late. Moments later, he felt Floydâs teeth nipping lightly at his ribs, unbearably ticklish â practically torture, really. âFLOHOHOYD! NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!â
âNom nom,â Floyd said, and Riddle felt the drag of his pointy teeth as he smiled.
He kicked and laughed hysterically to no avail. He tried to curl up, bucking his hips so hard Floyd lost his balance and face planted into his shoulder.
âOww,â Floyd whined, biting Riddleâs neck before straightening up. âThat wasnât nice of ya, Goldfishie.â
âGood. I hope it hurt,â Riddle huffed.
âNow, where were we?â
âAlready??â Riddle protested, but it was no use. Floydâs large hands clamped his elbows at his sides as he went right back to nibbling at his ribs while Riddle failed to be able to thrash. Now he was adding his hands into the mix, wriggling his fingers over the top ribs, near his back.
âFLOHOHOHOYDââ
âAww, youâre so cute,â Floyd cooed, rubbing his cheek against Riddleâs stomach. âAre ya ticklish? Ticklish little Goldfishie~â
âOFF WIHIHITH â EEK!â
Floyd scratched gently just beneath Riddleâs armpit while Riddle shrieked. Finally, finally, he stopped. Riddle suspected that his respite would be short-lived, however, as Floydâs hands never left his body. Riddle stilled, trying to catch his breath. Just the feeling of his boyfriendâs unmoving fingers was enough to make him breathless and giddy, the anticipation almost sending him back into a fit without Floyd doing anything.
âYa knowâŠif ya really want, we can stop now.â
Stop? They could stop? Riddle wanted to say yes, but instead he just blushed, turning his head to hide his face.
âNo?â Floydâs grin returned in full force, along with manic eyes â that did not bode well for Riddle. âAw, you like it.â
Riddle just huffed, shaking his head. Floyd tittered, leaning down to kiss his forehead. âAlright, alright.â
Without warning, he drilled his thumbs into Riddleâs armpits, and Riddle wailed.
Floyd grinned as Riddle squealed, trying to twist away but finding it impossible. Floyd switched his strategies, skittering his fingertips, then suddenly scratching all around. He placed his two index fingers on the outermost part of his armpit, drawing a slow spiral inwards while Riddle bucked and cackled.
âAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOââ
Floyd smirked as his fingers reached the hollows of his underarms, lightly scritch-scratching away.
âTickle tickle, Goldfishie,â he teased while Riddle screeched. He began skittering his fingers up and down Riddleâs side, drilling his fingers into his waist while the other hand remained stubbornly under his arm.
Almost on accident, he pressed his elbow into Riddleâs thigh, and Riddle jolted so hard that Floyd fell backwards.
âHuh,â Floyd said. He dug his elbow into Riddleâs thigh again, and was rewarded with Riddleâs laughter taking on the quality of a rubber duck. âThatâs new.â
Without missing a beat, he set about squeezing and prodding Riddleâs thighs, squeezing just above his kneecaps while Riddle thrashed like a fish out of water.
Just when Riddleâs laughter was beginning to go silent, his blush climbing all the way up to his hairline, Floyd stopped and climbed off of him.
âAll done!â He beamed while Riddle melted, boneless, into the bed. Floyd clambered up next to him, grabbing him like a teddy bear and hugging him to his chest. âI donât want you do do homework anymore. I wanna squeeze you.â
âIâŠsupposeâŠI can takeâŠa breakâŠâ Riddle panted, eyes already closing as phantom tickles finally began to subside from his body. âBut never â never â do that again.â
âWhy?â Floyd whined, propping his chin up on the top of Riddleâs hair. âThat was fun.â
âFun?â
âYeah! Dâya want me to show ya again?â
âWhâno. I donât. Floyd. Floyd Leech, dONâT MOVE THAT HANDââ
to all my followers, i'm sorry about the surge in posts about this One Specific Creep. i know this isn't the content you guys are following me for, but he's been a persistent problem among my mutuals and I, and he's been particularly horrific to minors (of which I am one) and I do feel the need to raise awareness. fear not though! after january (college apps) i will return with new art lol
so i'm sure we all know the dangers of @jaredjuggernaut by now but if you didn't...
so i was texted by this guy, and, admittedly against my better judgement, i engaged.
i explicitly stated multiple times that i am a minor, sfw, and do not want to talk to him, all of which he has ignored. he spoke to me extremely sexually (the worst of which i am not attaching here).
he has revealed himself to be a pedophile, not to mention homophobic, racist, and transphobic, so i would warn any members of the tk community to stay as far away from him as possible, sfw or nsfw.
i am attaching some ss from the conversation under the cut, since i don't want to like. subject anyone to that against their will.
i would recommend blocking him ahead of time, if you haven't been texted by him yet.
so i'm sure we all know the dangers of @jaredjuggernaut by now but if you didn't...
so i was texted by this guy, and, admittedly against my better judgement, i engaged.
i explicitly stated multiple times that i am a minor, sfw, and do not want to talk to him, all of which he has ignored. he spoke to me extremely sexually (the worst of which i am not attaching here).
he has revealed himself to be a pedophile, not to mention homophobic, racist, and transphobic, so i would warn any members of the tk community to stay as far away from him as possible, sfw or nsfw.
i am attaching some ss from the conversation under the cut, since i don't want to like. subject anyone to that against their will.
i would recommend blocking him ahead of time, if you haven't been texted by him yet.
