"We have to do it," Jungkook whispered as he watched Jimin across the practice room. Jimin was currently stretched out on his back, eyes closed, looking far too peaceful. "It's for research Taehyung. We can't go through life not knowing his ultimate weak spot."
Taehyung nodded, his mind already planning what to do. "I've been thinking about this. Every time we try to get him, he slips away. But right now? He's just laying peacefully. I want to see him actually lose it, not just the little giggles, but the full-on laugh."
"Exactly," Jungkook agreed, a grin spreading across his face. "I want to find the spot that makes him squirm the most. Is it the ribs? The stomach? The ears??"
"I bet it's his sides." Taehyung whispered, his fingers twitching in anticipation. "Or right under the arms. He always guards them like he's hiding gold there." They shared a look and began to crawl silently across floor.
Jimin looked so soft and defenseless. "On three," Jungkook mouthed. "I'll go for his arms to secure them, you do the tickling. We test everything until we find it." Taehyung held up three fingers. One... two... On three, they struck.
With a quick move, Jungkook lunged, catching both of Jimin's wrists in his hands and pinning them firmly against the floor above Jimin's head. Jimin yelped at the action, not expecting it. "Got him!" Jungkook cheered, his chest heaving with excitement. "Tae, he's wide open. Start the research."
Jimin was completely sprawled out now, his chest heaving as he stared up at them with wide, pouty eyes. "Wait-no! Not the tickling! Kookie, let go! Hahahaha!"
Taehyung didn't waste a second. He took one of Jimin's captured hands and pulled the palm open. With a grin, he used the tip of his index finger to draw a slow, agonizingly light circle right in the very center of Jimin's palm.
Jimin's reaction was immediate. He didn't just laugh, his whole arm bucked in Jungkook's grip, and he let out a high-pitched giggles. "AH! No! That-ahhahhaha-That feels so weird! Stoahahap!"
"Oh, look at that," Taehyung noted, his voice full of teasing tone. He switched from circles to a rapid scratches right across the Jiminās palm. "His whole body is shaking. I think we found a good spot."
"He's trying to curl his fingers!" Jungkook added, tightening his grip as Jimin tried to squeeze his hand shut to protect the sensitive skin. "His palms are definitely a ten out of ten. Look at his face!"
Jimin was a mess. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was letting out a series of giggles. "Please-heehee-it's too much! Tae! l'Il do anyhahathihahahng! Just-haha-not the palms!"
"Anything?" Taehyung teased, moving to the other hand to see if it was just as sensitive. He began to "walk" his fingers up and down on Jimin's palm, watching as the elder member was practically reduced to fit of laughter.
"It's hahahhahahah!" Jimin gasped, his voice cracking. "I can't... hahahahah... I can't handle it!" Taehyung and Jungkook shared a quick look. They wanted to find the "spot," but they weren't trying to make Jimin cry just to see him get all squirmy and giggly.
"Okay, okay, Iāll stop on the palms," Taehyung said, his voice softening. "Let's move on. This requires a gentle touch."
Jungkook kept a firm but careful hold on Jimin's wrists, making sure he couldn't hide, while Taehyung shifted his position so he was hovering right by Jimin's head. "Kook said your ears could be a good spot," Taehyung whispered playfully. He reached out and just used the very tips of his fingers to trace the outer shell of Jimin's ear.
Jimin's breath hitched. A tiny "eep!" escaped him, and he tried to move his head away. "Tae... haha... don't. That hahhahahaah... ticklehahs..."
"Just a little test," Taehyung hummed. He moved his fingers down, lightly feathering them over the sensitive skin just behind Jimin's earlobe and then trailing them down the side of his neck.
Jimin's reaction was much softer than before. He didn't thrash, instead, he started to shiver, a giggle bubbling up from his chest. "Ah! Heehee... stop it, seriously... that's-hahaha!" Every time Taehyung's fingers brushed against the pulse point on his neck, Jimin would scrunch up his entire face, his nose wrinkling in the adorable way.
"He's like a little kitten," Jungkook noted, watching with a grin as Jimin squirmed under the light touch. "He's not even trying to fight now, he's just vibrating."
"Is it the neck, Jiminie?" Taehyung asked, as he scratched very gently right under Jimin's jawline. "Is this the spot that makes the Mochi melt?"
"It's... it's definitely... hahaha... up thahhahere," Jimin panted, his eyes sparkling with laughter. "It's so light... I can't... heeheeee!" "Tickling requires the utmost precision," Taehyung declared, shifting his focus.
He reached out and tucked a finger right under Jimin's chin, giving it a quick, playful flick. Jimin's head snapped back, a surprised giggle popping out of him. Taehyung did it again, flicking his fingers back and forth against the soft skin of Jimin's chin, wanting to get more reactions. Jimin's giggles turned into a series of laughter. "Wait-heehee! That's so... hahahahah, i cahahahanāt!" He tried to pull his chin away, but with Jungkook still holding him, he had nowhere to go.
"One more for the research," Taehyung teased, giving the chin a final flicker that sent Jimin into a squirming fit. Then, Taehyung leaned in close. He chose the most sensitive spot on the side of Jimin's neck and leaned in. Pffft! He blew a long, loud raspberry right against the skin.
Jimin practically levitated off the practice room floor. A high-pitched shriek echoed off the room as he scrunched his shoulders up to his ears, his face turning a deep pink. "AHHH! TAEHYUNG-AH! NOOO-hahaha!"
"And... break time," Taehyung announced suddenly, pulling back and sitting on his heels. Jungkook let go of Jimin's wrists at the same time. The room went quiet, save for the sound of Jimin's frantic, shaky breathing as he lay there on the floor. "So," Jungkook started, looking over at Jimin. "Scale of one to ten, how bad was the neck raspberry?"
Jimin took a deep breath, finally finding his voice. "Eleven," he wheezed, rubbing his neck where the sensation still lingered. "Definitely an eleven. I think my brain just stopped working." "Interesting," Taehyung muttered.
The "tickling research" was officially on a short break. Seeing Jimin lying there so flushed and breathless, the mischief in Taehyung and Jungkook's hearts softened into something much warmer. "Okay, okay, research paused," Taehyung announced.
He slid forward, tucking himself against Jimin's right side and hooking an arm over his chest. He rested his chin on Jimin's shoulder, looking at him with a fond smile. "You did great, Jiminie. Very good research." Jungkook didn't want to be left out. He crawled up to Jimin's left side, sliding his arm under Jimin's neck to act as a pillow and pulling the elder close. "You're so red, hyung," Jungkook teased gently, reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair off Jimin's forehead. "Your battery must be at zero percent now."
Jimin let out shaky sigh, his body finally going limp as he melted into the middle of the "maknae-sandwich." He reached out, resting one hand on Taehyung's arm and the other on Jungkook's chest.
"I hate you both," Jimin whispered, though the way he squeezed their arms told a completely different story. "I still feel like Iām vibrating."
"That's just our love language," Taehyung joked, nuzzling into the side of Jimin's neck. "Can we stay like this for five minutes?" Jimin asked, closing his eyes. "Before you decide to test my belly or whatever else is on your ālistā?"
"Ten minutes," Jungkook promised, tightening his hold just a little bit. "Then we continue the tickling research."
The ten minutes were up. Taehyung and Jungkook shared a silent, mischievous look over Jimin's head. He looked so cozy, almost drifting off to sleep, which made it the perfect time to strike.
"We should move to another spot," Taehyung whispered, his voice full of seriousness. Jimin's eyes snapped open and he already started to laugh. "Wait-nahahhao, we were cuddling!"
Jungkook expertly pinned Jimin's wrists again, stretching his arms out wide so his inner elbows were completely exposed. Taehyung didn't waste a second, he leaned over and began to use his fingers to scratch rapidly against the soft skin of Jimin's inner elbows and upper arms.
Jimin's reaction was explosive. He went wild. His whole torso bucked upward, his shoulders bunching as he tried to protect his sensitive spot. "AHA! NO! TAE! THAT'S-HAHA-THAT'S THE WORST ONE!"
"Oh, he's really reactive here," Jungkook noted, his eyes widening. He decided to help, leaning down to target the ultra sensitive area just before the armpit with light pokes. Jimin even with his wrists pinned was twisting his torso side to side trying to lessen the sensation. A series of high-pitched laughter filled the room. "Stop! I-hahaāI can't! It's too muhahahch! heeheehee!"
Jimin's eyes were squeezed shut, his nose scrunched up, and his legs were kicking the floor in a frantic rhythm. He was "malfunctioning" exactly like Taehyung had predicted, his body practically vibrating against the room floor.
"He is loving it!" Taehyung laughed, moving his fingers faster. Every time he brushed the very center of his upper arms, Jimin would let out more laughter and arch his back, his skin turning flushed pink from the intensity of the tickles.
"Please-haha-pleahahase! I'Il.. I'll ahhahahhaa Anything! Just-AH!ā!" Taehyung saw his opening. As Jimin's laughter hit a higher pitch from the attack, Taehyung slid his hands downward, transitioning straight into the hollows of Jimin's armpits.
"Wait, moving on with the research!" Taehyung said. He slowed his movements down. He used just the very tips of his fingers to perform a light, agonizingly slow scratch right in the center of the sensitive pits.
The change in pressure caught Jimin completely off guard. He started whining and giggling. His skin, already flushed from the tickling, suddenly broke out in a wave of goosebumps that traveled from his shoulders all the way down his ribs.
"Whoa, look at that," Jungkook whispered, leaning in closer. "He actually got goosebumps. Tae, I think we hit the jackpot." Jimin's eyes were rolled back slightly, his head lolling against Jungkookās leg as he squirmed under the feather-light touch. "Tae... haha... it's-it's too much," he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. "It's so... heehee... light... stop it..."
The sensation was so electric that Jimin's toes were curled tight, and every time Taehyung's fingernail barely grazed a nerve, Jimin's entire side would jump as if he'd been shocked. The goosebumps were visible on his skin, a physical map of exactly how ticklish he was feeling.
"He's totally melting," Taehyung murmured, his grin softening as he watched Jimin's reactions. "The armpits are definitely the danger zone."Jimin let out a long, shaky whine, his body vibrating with giggles. "Please... haha...I'm gonna... hahahhahahh..."
Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged a look of mischief. "Look at his face, Tae," Jungkook laughed, tightening his grip on Jimin's wrists as the elder started to buck and thrash with renewed strength. "He's getting more squirmy!"
"We can't stop now," Taehyung declared, his fingers never leaving those sensitive hollows. "He needs to learn that being a cute hyung has consequences." Taehyung then abandoned the light touch and went for a full on armpit attack.
He dug his fingers deep into the softest parts of Jimin's pits, moving them in spider scratches that made Jimin practically vibrate. "ŠŠŠŠ! NO! YOU-HAHA-HAHAHA!" Jimin shrieked, his voice cracking. "I'M-HHAHAHHA!-I'M YOUR HYUNG!"
"A hyung who is currently very, very ticklish," Jungkook teased, leaning down to add to the chaos by poking Jimin's armpits. Jimin was going wild. He was twisting his torso so hard his hoodie was riding up. He was trying to kick, trying to pull his arms free, and letting out a loud giggles and laughter.
"I'm gonna... haha... I'm gonna kill yhahahou both!" Jimin wailed, his head moving side to side. "Aha! Not thehahahhre! Tae! Stop!"
"Is that a 'please' I hear?" Taehyung teased, intensifying the spider tickling on Jimin. "I don't think I heard a 'please' yet, did you, Kook?"
"Nope," Jungkook grinned, watching Jimin squirm in total delight. "Just a lot of threats. I think we need to keep going until he says the magic word." Jimin let out a frustrated, high-pitched "AH!" and collapsed into a fit of breathless laughter.
Jimin was at his absolute limit. Every time he tried to summon a glare, it was immediately dissolved by a fresh wave of helpless giggles.
"Okay! Okay! HAHA-STOP!" he shrieked, his voice hitting a high pitch. Taehyung didn't let up, his fingers still dancing in the hollows of Jimin's armpits.
"We haven't heard the magic word, Jiminie!Research is still in progress!" Jimin's body bucked one last time, his toes curling. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face a beautiful pink.
"Please! HAHA-please!"
Instantly, the tickling stopped, Taehyung and Jungkook pulled their hands back. The room suddenly felt very quiet, filled only with the sound of Jimin's shaky breathing and the occasional "hic" that still escaped him.
Jimin lay there, his hoodie a mess and his hair pointing in every direction. He looked completely "broken," but the small smile on his face told them he wasn't actually mad. Jungkook wiped a tear from his eye. "You sounded so cute at the end there, hyung."
"... haha... I hate you both... so much," Jimin said, finally rolling onto his side and curling into a protective ball, though he didn't pull away when Taehyung reached out to pat his shoulder.
"Research done for now," Taehyung announced, sounding very proud of himself. "The results are in: Jimin is 100% ticklish."
"And 100% cute.ā Jungkook added, leaning down to pull a very shaky Jimin to his chest.
Taehyung leaned back against the plush headboard of the bed, pulling you completely into his space. You were cutely draped across his lap, your head resting against his chest while his arms securely wrapped around your waist.
The room was warm, quiet, and perfect for a lazy afternoon of doing absolutely nothing together.
He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your warm skin. A playful glint flashed in his eyes as he looked down at your cute state. Without warning, his hand slid down to your waist, his fingertips doing a soft, fluttering scratch right against the sensitive skin of your sides.
āTaehyung!ā you squeaked out, your body instantly tensing up as a bright giggle burst from your lips. You instinctively twisted, trying to squirm away from his touch and roll off his lap.
Taehyung chuckled deeply, his chest vibrating against your back as he pulled you right back into place. āWhere are you going?ā he teased, his voice a low, velvety purr.
Instead of stopping, he leaned down and pressed a soft, warm kiss right to the sensitive crook of your neck. He vibrated his lips against your skin in a gentle, ticklish raspberry, making you screech with laughter. You shivered, trying to hide, as you giggled uncontrollably, your feet kicking lightly against the mattress.
āAh! Stop, it tickles!ā you gasped out, weakly pushing at his chest. You put up a good fight, pretending to struggle, but secretly you didn't want to be anywhere else. You loved the warmth of his embrace, the sound of his deep laughter, and the gentle, playful way he adored you. As his fingers continued their soft scratching motions against your ribs, you melted into the sweet torture, completely happy to be trapped in his arms.
Ryland Grace is the sweetest man in the world. I mean really. He was the first man on earth to encounter alien life, and then he made it his best friend. He dedicated his life to teaching, even on a different planet. He is literally light years away from his home, and he managed to make an entire extraterrestrial species fall in love with him.
Dr. Cpt. Ryland Grace would not hurt a fly. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
Until he gets that certain itch.
The one that buzzes ever so slightly at the base of his skull.
You've been around long enough that you should be able to spot it, but somehow you never do. That buzz crawls down his shoulders, through his arms, and his fingers twitch unnoticeably at his sides.
When it trails down his spine, he gets ever so slightly calmer, seeming to stare off into space at random, lost in thought as his foot taps or his knee bounces.
He sits with it, but it only gets more incessant as hours pass, and before he knows it, it's starving. It buzzes from the base of his skull to the top and worms its way into his brain, and if his gaze lingers a little too long when your shirt rides up mid-stretch, you don't notice.
By that point, it's too late anyway. He has to feed it, and once you realize how close he is to youā the way he's looming over you, eyeing you like some sort of prey animalā well, he's really already caught you.
You can try to run. He might even let you, depending on the mood he's in, but he will catch you, and he is much stronger than he looks. It doesn't matter how much you squirm or writhe or fight. If he doesn't want you to go anywhere, you won't. Sometimes he'll let you "escape", get your bearings, maybe even start to crawl away, but it doesn't last long before a hand wraps around your ankle, or maybe a strong arm around your waist, and you're right back where he wants you.
He'll mutter out something along the lines of "Did I say you could go somewhere?", and you don't know what to do with yourself when he finds that spot that just drives you up that wall, especially when he rubs his stubble against it, all the while biting at you like he's trying to eat you whole.
Begging does nothing for you, and everything for him. It goes directly to his head. It doesn't garner sympathy, it feeds his ego. It's just encouragement to him. What sympathy you do get is all fake, and you don't miss the patronizing tone in his voice when he says "Oh I know, baby, it just tickles so bad, huh? You poor thing."
Before its over with, you're a babbling mess, and the only thing you can manage out coherently is something he already knows about himself, and seemingly takes great pride in.
Dr. Ryland Grace is mean.
Guys I promise Iāll put out some lee!grace at some point, but I have an agenda at the moment.
He wasnāt really tickled very much as a kid, and he certainly hasnāt experienced it much as an adult, so it isnāt until you come around that it becomes a common occurrence for him.
He doesnāt know what to think of it. The first time you got him, it was an accident. You were carding your fingers through his hair, and your nails grazed his ear. He jumped near out of his skin.
Definitely 100% absolutely ticklish in āweird placesā.
Ears? Ticklish. Palms? Ticklish. Shoulders? Tops of his feet? The bend of his elbow? All stupidly ticklish.
In fact, one of his really bad spots is his biceps, especially if you get him pinned down really good. Just tracing your nails oh so gently from his elbow to his armpit is enough to have him a giggling mess.
Poor guy cannot at all tolerate being teased, especially if thereās any sort of praise involved. Heās so awkward about compliments, he short circuits every time you call him cute or talk about how pretty his laugh is.
He doesnāt handle anticipation very well at all. Heās very cocky up until he knows he has no way out of it. Smartass remarks very quickly turn into half-assed bargaining points. Once heās pinned down, itās just a mess of rambling and poor attempts to convince you to let him go.
Chronic lip biter. Heāll do everything in his power to fight back giggles and hide his smile. Not that he does a very good job of that but he does try.
āHey, w-waitā hold on! Canāt we talk about this?ā
No.
Absolute worst spots for this guy are his ribs and hips, but his thighs are definitely an honorable mention.
Incredibly susceptible to kneading and squeezing, but if you have long nails, spidering and clawing at his ribs will break him.
Loud as hell.
Heās very grumbly at the beginning because heās actively straining to force himself not to laugh. He growls and huffs and tries to act all angry, but that never lasts more than about 30 seconds before heās a cackling mess.
Baby talk and fake pity donāt really work on him. It definitely gets under his skin a little, but because he begs and barters with you so much, the worst thing you can do to him is ignore him, or pretend you didnāt hear/understand what he said.
He doesnāt have a problem saying the word or generally talking about tickling, but he will NOT tell you heās a in a lee mood.
Not that it matters, itās blatantly obvious when heās in a lee mood. He gets way more energetic, and significantly more sassy than usual.
Rocky has in fact told on him for being in a lee mood (more on this further down), to which Ryland responded by teaching Rocky the word āsnitchā.
I cannot stress enough how easily he breaks, and you can always tell when heās just about reached his limit because loud cackles turn to weak, desperate, breathless laughter riddled with pleas and apologies.
Aftercare is always the same for him. He likes to lay his head in your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair, and heās always left with this big dopey grin and his eyes glazed over, pupils blown out like saucers.
Ler Headcanons
This man is a mean ler.
He loves tickling you.
If heās working on something or researching in the lab, heāll hold you in his lap and tickle you with one hand while the other stays busy with the task at hand.
āCan you stop squirming? Iām trying to focus.ā, and then heāll tickle a worse spot on purpose specifically so he can punish you for ādistracting himā.
Begging gets you nowhere.
āPlease? Please what? Please stop? Mmm no.ā
You remember the fake pity that I mentioned doesnāt really work on him? Yeah. Thatās because heās using it all on YOU.
āAww it tickles? Yeah? Poor thing. Too bad you canāt get away, huh?ā
This man absolutely loves a chase, and he has never been above calling himself the tickle monster.
Gets stupidly into the role. Growling and manhandling you and biting. Never enough to hurt, but enough that it tickles like crazy.
Heās very aware of the power of his stubble, and he uses said power very liberally.
Pretends heās gonna let you go/lets you think youāve escaped just to drag you back by your ankle when you start to crawl away from him.
Taught Rocky all about ler moods and lee moods and tickling in general because Rocky once found Ryland tickling you to absolute pieces and freaked out.
āGrace! Let go! They ask you to let go!ā
So Ryland stopped just long enough to explain to Rocky that he wasnāt hurting you.
āWhy you keep going when Grace mate say they not like tickling, question?ā
āBecause theyāre a liiiiar!ā
He proceeded to use you to demonstrate to Rocky all the different spots a human can be ticklish, along with different ways a human can be tickled.
He has never crossed the limit or made you use your safeword, but he sure knows how to get close, and heāll intentionally make sudden movements long after heās done just to watch you get all giggly and jumpy and nervous over nothing.
He absolutely pins you down just to hover and wiggle his fingers over one particular spot
āWhatās wrong? Iām not doing anything.ā
Just mean for no good reason.
Asked Rocky to make him a set of those claw rings, and told Rocky they were a present for you.
Quizzes you with science questions while he tickles you.
Tickles you more if you get them wrong/canāt answer them.
āYouāre not taking this very seriously. This is very important information and youāre laughing.ā
I have many many more thoughts about Ryland Grace, but Iāll leave it there for now.
A/N: Welcome to the result of all my Ryland Grace brainrot...I am so Normal about this guy you have no idea. I'd apologise for the cringe reader insert but that wouldn't be very whimsical of me. Enjoy.
(One day I will include Rocky - today is not that day, I have...no idea how to write him yet)
Synopsis: When you put two people on a cramped spaceship, they will inevitably have stupid arguments - you just never counted on Grace resorting to torture when we wants to win a debate.
Ryland Grace is a pain in the ass.
āGive it back!ā
āNope.ā You hold his notepad and pen well out of reach. āI donāt know what time it is, but we both need sleep.ā
āThen go to sleep!ā He whines, grabbing for his supplies.
āI would, if theyād packed me any fucking earplugs on this tin can. You have zero spatial awareness when youāre researching! Itās loud!ā
Ryland frowns at your swearing, but continues to snatch at your hands - you float above him slightly and hold your arms well out of his reach, grateful that a height difference doesnāt mean as much in zero-G.
āFive more minutes?ā
āYou said the exact same thing half an hour ago.ā
He shrugs at this, and keeps trying to snatch his stuff back. Things quickly devolve into a childish wrestling match, both of you grabbing and slapping at the other.
āGive! It! Back!ā Grace punctuates the words with three lunges towards the book. They all miss.
Somewhere in the midst of the flailing, he grabs your sides, trying to drag you closer. He doesn't miss the sudden flinch it causes, nor the poorly suppressed yelp.
Deathly silence falls over the pair of you.Ā
Ryland narrows his eyes, calculating.
You school your expression into one of indifference as Grace starts smiling, and adjusts his glasses.
Ā āAre you ticklish?ā He's thrilled. This does not bode well for winning your little argument.
āNo. Don't distract me.ā It's the least convincing lie you've ever told. You hold the notebook higher in case he tries anything, and lament the telltale blush creeping up your neck. The human body is excellent at betraying itself.
Before you can react, he tickles you again, with intent this time, fingertips skittering above your hip.Ā
A strangled squeak escapes. You instinctively reach down with your free arm and shove his wrist, eyes wide.Ā
"Ohhh, you liar!" Ryland meets your gaze with a low laugh, and the look on his face makes you briefly consider running out the airlock. You're out of time to contemplate one-way exits though, as he promptly grabs onto your waist and starts squeezing.Ā
āGrace! Don't-ā You try to even out your breathing, not wanting to give him a reaction so easily. Laughter threatens to escape every time you try to speak.Ā
āIāll stop if you give me the notepad,ā he states matter-of-factly, fingers creeping up to prod your ribs. It's getting harder and harder to hold your arm up, and he can tell.
āNe...aha...Never!ā You manage, giggles rapidly overtaking your ability to string together a sentence.
He sighs. āAlright then, you leave me no choice.āĀ
With that, his hand moves under your arm, and it comes crashing down towards your chest. You're not ready to give up - you clutch the book close to your chest, both hands holding onto it for dear life.
Unfortunately, this makes it all the more difficult to stop Ryland from scribbling up and down your ribs in a way that drives you into utter hysterics.
āCāmon, I know you want to let go. Just let go. Itās so easy.ā He worms a couple fingers under your arms, and laughs at the small shriek it causes. āDid that noise come out of you?ā
āPlease-!ā You gasp, legs kicking uselessly. It's becoming apparent that tickle fights in zero G suck. Your instinctive squirming doesnāt do much without gravity to help you, so you're basically a sitting duck. Grace seems aware of this and takes full advantage, nudging you into a lying position to scribble over the sides of your stomach. He looks so damn smug that it makes you grip the notebook tighter out of spite.
āOh, that's a good spot, isn't it? You go all squeaky when I do this.ā The smirk on his face nearly kills you.Ā
Good god. You're trapped on a spaceship with a sadist.Ā
āGrace! Stop, mercy-ā Your frantic laughter is punctuated with many embarrassing noises - a snort here, the occasional hiccup there. Ryland seems intent on cataloguing which areas draw these out, and itās wearing your resolve very thin, very quickly. Luckily, he seems to sense this, and backs off to give you a breather.
āMercy?ā He hovers his hands near your torso. āOkay. Hereās whatās gonna happen. Iām gonna count to three, and if you donāt give me that notebook, youāre done for. Got it?ā
Youāre a little too busy gasping for air to process anything. Thereās a stupid grin on your face that wonāt go away, and whenever you breathe out, a bunch of giggles slip out too. Itās utterly humiliating.Ā
āTwoā¦ā You mustāve missed the start of the countdown. Grace tilts his head at you, clearly surprised at your determination. He wriggles his fingers above your stomach, and thatās when you decide to give up. You shove the notepad at him in a panic, the thought of more tickling sending you into another laughing fit.
āThree- oh, thank you. There, was that so hard?ā
You go to say something snarky in response, but it just comes out as an incoherent giggle. Grace chuckles.
āOk, and what did we learn?ā
You give him a rude gesture. He scowls and pokes you, which is enough to set you off again for a moment. Whilst you recover, he heads over to the desk to finish up whatever notes he was writing before.Ā
After a second, he hesitates, and looks at you over his shoulder.
āAnd donāt you even think about tickling me. Wonāt work.ā
ā¦Something in his voice betrays him. You may be a liar, but it takes one to know one.
āPlease! I didnātā this is not f- cāmon! Just-letās just talk about this!ā
You canāt help but roll your eyes at that, glaring at Ryland from across the rolling table heās pulled between the two of you in a desperate attempt to create more distance. He watches you wearily, his eyes wide and flitting all around in search of an escape. His heart is pounding so hard his ears are starting to ring, and in the moment of stillness, he takes deep breaths, trying to steady himself.
You watch for just a moment, entertaining the illusion of peace only briefly before taking a hurried step forward. He lets out a yelp when you push the table out of your way and continue after him, and he darts to the right of you, out of the lab and back onto the beach.
It goes without saying that you have no interest in talking, especially given that heās managed to run you around the entire beach twice now, and is seemingly working towards a third. You're hot, and you're tired, and it's his fault.
āCome on, Ryland~ā, you sing, slightly out of breath as you jog behind him āItās much easier when you just let it happenā. His face flushes red as he recognizes his own words from just hours earlier thrown back at him.
See, the day hadnāt started like this at all. In fact, it had been quite the opposite. He had woken up with a want- no- a need. Something loud and hungry and in desperate need of attention. Something he had to satiate. So, he had sought out to do just that.
It felt exactly the same as all the times heād gotten the gnawing urge to draw squeals and giggles and pretty little desperate noises from your lips. So naturally, he assumed that's what would cure his deficiency. What else was he meant to do?
You, you poor thing, had no idea what waited for you when you rolled out of bed, stretched, and sleepily made your way after him.
He was on you as soon as you stumbled out of the house and into the lab, before you even got the chance to wake up good. Honestly, you werenāt entirely sure what had happened, just that an arm had wrapped tight around your waist before he hoisted you up and carried you right back inside. By the time he was done, you were so worn out you went back to sleep.
He got what he wanted. Then again, he always does. But, that need had just kept buzzing at him. Even as he lay beside you, petting your hair, tracing your skin while you slept it off, it ached in the back of his mind. All day. No matter what he was doing, he couldnāt shake the thought of fluttering fingertips and bubbly giggles. The problem was that this time, the feeling is just slightly different.
Usually, heās mean, but now, now just the thought of it is making his face flush red as he gets what he could only describe as butterflies. He canāt focus on anything else. Not Adrianās rambling about the water temperature, or Rockyās mention of fixing up Mary. Not even Armandoās new voice box that sounds strikingly similar to Meryl Streep.
You had noticed his behavior was a little odd. It was hard not to. He was fidgety, stumbling over his words, tripping over himself, lost in thought. He couldnāt stand still for the life of him, and every few minutes youād catch the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his neck. Of course he's naturally a little awkward, but this was something different.
You really didnāt know what to think at first, but you just couldnāt shake the thought that you should be able to identify his behavior and-
āOh my god.ā
You looked up, eyes wide as Rylandās voice interrupted your thoughts, just as you pieced it together. From the wide-eyed look on his face, he had too.
That was all it took. One look between the two of you, a mutual understanding, and he had turned on his heels before you even got the chance to tell him to run.
He doesnāt realize as he strides across the sand that running into the small beach house almost certainly isnāt the best idea, until he finds himself standing in the walkway with limited options for running or hiding. His heart drops as he hears your footsteps behind him before you stop in the doorway, taking a breath.
āYouā, you point at him, hunched over slightly as you steady your breathing, āyooouuu are so fucked.ā
Heās seemingly frozen for a moment before he turns slowly to face you. Youāve never seen a man so red. Itās almost concerning, and the awkward smile he cracks certainly doesnāt help.
āWhā me?ā, he asks, forcing out a small chuckle, āPfff, Iām just- weāreā you know, weāre just messinā around! Right?ā
You raise an eyebrow, propping one hand on your hip as you watch with great amusement as he tries to talk his way back into your good graces. You also certainly donāt miss the slow step he starts to take backwards.
His hands are raised in front of him just enough for the gesture to be defensive, and he moves ever so slowly. Almost like he thinks you wont notice if he moves slow enough.
āI-I think we should take a break! Just relax for the rest of the day, have a nice bath, a-and Iāll even invite Rocky and Adrian over!ā.
You huff out a laugh of your own, crossing your arms over your chest as you just watch him back his way into the small bedroom. Youād be lying to say you arent thrilled at the opportunity to get him back, and you so badly want to rub in his face just how screwed he is, but you know his brain. So, instead, you say nothing. You just watch with a pointed look.
Sure enough, after a few seconds with no response or reaction, you can see him falter just a bit. His breathing quickens, and his face falls just slightly to one of panic, or maybe something more like anticipation.
āIā cāmonā why arenāt you saying anything?ā. Youāre sure he doesnāt mean for it to come out quite so whiny, but that doesnāt change the fact that it does anyway, and as overjoyed as you are to watch him writhe and whine about nothing more than a look, youāre eager to get your hands on him.
You roll your eyes with an exaggerated sigh as you take just two steps towards him. You can see his chest heaving. He's sweating, a mixture of nerves and the exhaustion of running around the beach, and you certainly don't miss the way he's trembling as he continues to slowly edge backwards. You're only so far from him as you cross the threshold from the living room into the bedroom, you could reach out, just grab him and get it over with. You, however, are much more attentive to your current surroundings than he is, and you spot almost immediately how his current course of action is going to get him in trouble.
"Please, I am begging you. My light, my life, my best friend in the whole wide world. This is not necess-", he cuts himself off with a loud yelp as the back of his knees hit the bed and he falls backwards on the mattress. It takes him all of one second to realize how absolutely fucked he is, but you had watched, and you had planned, and you're straddling his hips before he can start to try to get himself up again.
"NO! Nononono! This is not fair, we are not doing this!", he grumbles through gritted teeth, trying to make himself sound angry and intimidating, but he doesn't account for the giggles that he's not doing a very good job of holding in. They certainly arenāt deterring you in any way.
He tries oh so hard to free himself, but you make quick work of grabbing his arms. Well, as quick work as you can. It is a slight bit of a struggle, he's much stronger than he looks, but you have the higher ground, and you can feel the will to fight slipping from him when you pin his wrists under your knees.
He struggles for just a moment longer, face red and heart pounding as he looks anywhere but at you, and for the very first time ever, you have left Dr. Ryland Grace speechless. You give him a moment, just to settle, but even as he takes deep, steadying breaths, he can feel the anticipation crawling all over his nerves. He doesn't know what to do with himself, poor thing. Closing his eyes makes him paranoid about when you'll attack. Looking at you drives him up a wall. It's tingling up his spine and through his arms and down to his fingertips, and he doesn't notice how sweaty his palms are.
It hangs heavy between the two of you, the knowledge of what's to come. It's peaceful for the moment- much more so for you than for him- but both of you know how this ends. Heās never been on the receiving end of such an inevitable fate, and you had greatly underestimated how incredible it feels to hold this much control over someone. So much so that every little move you make makes them squirm.
"Nothing to say now, hm?"
He squeezes his eyes shut as you card your fingers through his hair. It's damp with sweat, but you don't mind. Everything inside of him is telling him to do whatever he can to get away, and when the idea strikes him to bite, he almost acts on impulse, but he stops himself just as he bares his teeth.
He shakes his head, and you can feel him twisting his hips in one last small effort to get some freedom, but itās impossible for him to get any leverage in this position. You giggle and the sound sends a shiver down his spine. He narrows his eyes, the corner of his lip downturned as he glares at you, but when you bring one hand up, ever so gently holding him by the chin, he quickly corrects himself.
āOkay! Okay okay, ohhhh my god, Iām so, so sorry-NO!ā
You donāt expect the first noise you draw from him to be so loud and high pitched, but you had gotten tired of listening to him ramble, and youāre so very content to prod experimentally at his ribs.
Youāre taken aback yourself by the reaction, and you stop for just a moment before the slight smirk on your face turns into a shit-eating grin.
āOhhh right here, huh?ā, you enunciate the words by worming your fingers into the spaces between his ribs, wiggling against the soft flesh. He shakes his head, letting out little huffs as he tries so very hard not to laugh, but when your other hand finds the very same spot on his other side, he just cant seem to stop the steady stream of high-pitched, hiccupy giggles that spills from his lips.
āNohoho! Noā plehehease! Please- justāā, he whines through his laughter, squeezing his eyes shut as he turns his face to the side. You watch the way his eyes crinkle at the outer corner with his smile. You canāt help but giggle yourself.
āJust what?ā, you ask, fingers trailing down to squeeze and prod at his sides. āJust stop? What if I donāt want to?ā
He manages a couple quick breaths as your assault moves to a slightly less sensitive spot, but itās still nearly unbearable.
āPlehehease!ā, he whines out again, this time sounding particularly desperate. You can feel him tugging at his wrists. āIāll neverā Iāll never tihihickle you again!ā
Itās such an absurd statement- especially coming out of his mouth- that you canāt help but laugh. āYou are such a liar, Rylandā, you say, just as he manages to get one of his hands free.
He doesnāt manage much with his new found freedom before you grab his wrist, leaning forward to pin it above his head. He groans, his face burning red. This position just feels so much worse, so much more compromising.
You giggle, slipping your hand under his shirt just to trace your nails ever so slowly up and down his stretched side. āWhatās wrong? You liked it better the other way?ā
His breath hitches in his throat at the first touch of your fingertips against his bare skin, and he doesnāt know whether to shake his head or nod, which results in an odd combination of both.
āNo- yesā I, ohhhh my god, I donāt know! I donāt know!ā, his voice is strained, like heās trying to hold his breath, and you canāt help but notice that he only gets more and more nervous the higher your fingers trace.
Just two fingers crawl slowly up his sides, then over his very sensitive ribs, and when you reach the spot riiiight under his armpit, you stop, just swirling around the sensitive patch of skin there.
You watch him close, your eyes never leaving his face. Heās trembling, shaking his head ever so slightly as giggles threaten to spill already. His eyes are still closed tight as he chews on his bottom lip. You can feel his legs shaking just slightly behind you- like heās trying to calm himself down. He seems so worked up, so desperate to get away, butā¦ you canāt help but notice that heās not pulling quite so hard at his wrist. Heās not fighting like absolute hell anymore against your grip. Only instinctively jerking when your nails graze a little too close under his arm.
You donāt say anything about it. Not yet at least.
Slowly, ever so slowly, gentle tracing turns to soft, quick fluttering. Five fingertips right there, so very close to such a ticklish spot. Hushed, anticipatory giggles become something more frantic as his eyes widen. He turns to look at you, to watch, but he canāt. The nails so very close to tormenting him are hidden under his shirt. All he can do is feel it, and take it.
The thoughts sends a shiver down his spine as he arches his back just slightly, squeezing his eyes shut again.
āAre you nervous?ā
Itās a simple question. It shouldnāt have his heart racing or his adrenaline skyrocketing, and it shouldnāt be as flustering or nerve-wracking as it is, but if he wasnāt already bright red from his current predicament, youād be able to see the deep red flush on his cheeks.
He huffs out through his nose. If you were meaner- like someone you know- you'd remark on the silly grin on his face or the little hiccups that slip out through laughter.
His only response is a quick nod.
"Why?", your voice is soft, but there's another underlying tone. Something a little too high pitched, too patronizing for the question to be innocent. He hears it. "You shouldn't be. You went through all that trouble this morning just for this. Isn't this what you wanted?", he twists just a bit underneath you as you trail tickling fingertips down just to his top rib, and then right back up just below his armpit.
A man in a less vulnerable state would deny it. Ryland is many things, but an idiot isn't one of them. Most of the time.
He opens his mouth, starting to answer, but he freezes, breath caught in his throat when you inch your fingers up just slightly and still them completely.
You'd never heard him whimper before but you very quickly make a vow to yourself to draw the noise out of him again and again before you let him go. You feel him tense, like he's bracing himself, but you don't give him much time to be nervous about it before finding the sensitive skin under his arm, fluttering and scratching wildly.
The reaction is immediate. Frenzies squeals and desperate laughter and several apologies.
"Sorry? Why are you sorry? I'm having a great time! Aren't you?"
His head is thrown back against the mattress, and he's twisting from side to side as much as he can in this position. He manages to get his other hand free but it does absolutely nothing to help him. Something something being tickled stupid turns him into an uncoordinated, blubbering mess apparently.
He tries to respond coherently, but he can't seem to articulate exactly what he wants to say. Nor does he really know what he wants to say. He just keeps babbling out "please", especially when you wiggle your fingers in the very center of the stretched hollow, but he doesn't follow it up with "stop" or "quit".
Part of you feels at least some semblance of empathy. You've been in his very predicament, torn between craving it and finding it absolutely unbearable. And then you remember that he's the very reason you've experienced such a torment.
You just shake your head with a chuckle as you finally move from that spot, squeezing all the way down his ribs and sides just to dig your thumb into his hipbone. You start to linger there, but you're taken aback to find that that spot is the worst so far. His laughter falls silent for just a moment and his face gets impossibly redder as he arches his back, desperately trying to twist his hips left and right to get away from it.
What had been somewhat intelligible pleas become absolutely senseless, and you finally pull away.
You keep him pinned as he settles, but your hand quickly finds his face and hair, fixing his glasses before carding your fingers through soft blond locks,
"Okay, shhh, it's fine. You're fine.", you soothe, though, you aren't sure how much of it he actually comprehends over the sound of his own residual giggles.
"Breathe, bud. Real deep breaths", you take a deep breath in yourself, holding it for just a moment before letting it out, nodding and encouraging him to do the same. It takes a moment, but he does, goofy grin still on his face and all. He's still on edge, tensed up and flinching at every little move you make. You try not to laugh but you can't help it. It's cute.
He's a mess. His hair is sticking up in every direction, and he's still twitching, but it doesn't take too long for him to calm down. You watch him, still combing through his hair as he lets his head fall back.
Eventually, the steady spill of giggles dies down and you shift positions, laying beside him and pulling him against you. He clings to you immediately, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his arms around you, one of his legs thrown over yours.
You rub up and down his back soothingly as his breath evens out.
āSoooā, you start, your voice low, but he can hear the grin on your face, āyou ready to figure out what other spots make you sound like that?ā
Just the mention of it is enough to draw that pretty whimper out of him again.
āāāāāā
This one feels a little weak to me but I tried not to wreck him too hard for this particular concept.
I would just like to say, I really appreciate all of you. I havenāt written in years and I truly did not expect my little fics to get such overwhelmingly positive feedback, especially as I work on strengthening my writing and getting back into the swing of it. To be gone for so long and then immediately welcomed back with open arms was more than I could ask for, and I hope my fics and silly ramblings bring you guys as much joy as your kind words bring me.
(iāve been lurking on your phm headcanons for a while and wish to contribute)
i feel like grace is SUCH a tickle monster when heās ler-ing. like, growly noises and nuzzling into your tummy, pretending to bite/eat you, licking you just to hear you squeal, manhandling and pinning you to expose one spot at a time, etc. i think just generally he would love tickle games and tickling you like youāre little kids again. i can imagine him overpowering you to pin an arm up and making up silly nicknames for your underarms and nuzzling his nose in there or making claws with his handsā¦. aaaaaaa
and if heās the lee, heād be sooo put off guard if someone (or especially rocky) used his tickle monster game on him,,,, likeā¦ aaaaa so cute
hello lurker :] come on in itās warm inside
ticklemonsyergracewoh oh okay ok youāve opened my eyes. being a teacher and around kids/caring for them in a way def plays a part into his playful nature and banter and i feel like he TOTALLY has to be obnoxious and immature as a ler. like the closer you get to him the more he gradually loosens up
also did you like, read my mind with the pinning arms thing or nuzzles and shi cause thatās liteslly catnip for me oh my god
sorry this might be ass but i had to draw soemthing for this request cause it made me tweak out hardcore FML BRO also using the tk games against him? genius cause he got a lot of nerve playing tickle monster at his grown age and expecting to walk away unscathed
this is a certified aceoftickles post bro ANON YOU ARE GENIUS
Mean ler!Ryland Grace uses you as a teaching moment. Very very tummy focused I was in a mood.
This is it for you. Youāre sure of it. It wonāt be the end of the mission that kills you, or an alien, or even just natural causes if you do manage to make it back home. It will be Dr. Ryland Grace. A man who, up to this very point, you had considered your friend.
You donāt remember how you even ended up in this position, pinned down on the floor in the lab, or why you ended up in this position in the first place! Usually, it can be accredited to a smart-ass remark you let slip before you could catch yourself, or an eye roll that was much more noticeable than you meant for it be. This time, youāre pretty sure heās just tormenting you because he feels like it.
Somehow, heās managed to pin you flat on your spine, and his back is turned as he sits beside you, partially leaned across your chest. All you can do is push at his back and shoulders while he kneads all around your belly and sides, occasionally trailing down just a bit to slot his thumbs into the dips of your hips and squeeze.
He had made a big show of ever so slowly pulling your shirt up just below your ribs, and then reaching down to pull the waistband of your pajama bottoms down just far enough to expose your hips and lower belly before he got started- which seems like forever ago to you right now.
Not that youāve really been able to keep track of the time, but youāve taken several minutes of this already, with a couple of small ābreaksā that consisted of him lightly trailing his fingertips over your flushed skin.
What had been threats and swears have since turned into nearly incoherent pleading and pitiful giggles. Heās talking. You know he is, he has been this entire timeā teasing you when you let out a particularly cute noise, or commenting on how adorable it is that youāre kicking and squirming like itās actually going to help somehowā but you canāt hear him over yourself. What little you can hear doesnāt register.
The only thing youāre absolutely sure of right now is that he doesnāt plan on stopping anytime soon.
It wouldnāt be the first time heās done this to youā just held you down and played with you until he decides heās done. He has, on several occasions, told you that heās pretty sure they just sent you up here as his stress toy- only jokingly of course, though it being a joke doesnāt stop it from flustering you beyond belief.
This time around though, he doesnāt account for visitors, and when he brings his hands to the center of your belly, one clawing at the plush spot below your navel while the other spiders above it, the shrill squeal it draws out evidently catches the attention of a concerned bystander.
You donāt hear the rumbling noise of Rockyās ball rolling towards the two of you, and you donāt register his voice when he starts squawking at Ryland about your predicament. Everything is fuzzy, and you shudder as you try to blink through the brain fog.
It takes you several seconds to realize that you can breathe, and you seemingly have a moment of reprieve as Ryland tries to calm Rocky down.
When you do manage to get your bearings, you see Rocky shifting from leg to leg and waving his arms wildly at Ryland before he notices that youāre alert, and he very quickly rolls his way beside your head.
āFriend okay, question?ā, he asks, his voice high pitched as he taps on his ball, āBreathing okay, question?ā. He rattles off several other questions but all you can manage out is a weak āuh huhā and a thumbs up as your chest heaves.
āSee, Rock?ā, Ryland starts, āTheyāre perfectly fine. I told you theyāre not dying.ā
You would have objected to that if you werenāt still in such a compromising position.
āEverythingās okay. Itās just tickling.ā
You huff, bringing your hands up to cover your red face as Rocky lets out an inquisitive chirp and rolls back over to Grace.
āTickling, question?ā, he murmurs.
You groan, "Rocky please-"
Ryland sighs, waving you and nodding at the alien. He should have known Rocky wouldnāt really know what it is. Even if they have something similar on Erid, it almost definitely would look much different for them.
āYes, tickling. Think of it likeā¦ like- uh, playing, I guess. Most humans are ticklish, which means parts of their body are sensitive to touchā particularly areas that cover vital organs, or spots that arenāt typically exposed to touch.ā
āHmmmā¦ā, Rocky hums, āWhy?ā
Thereās a pause, save for the muffled sound of you grumbling at Ryland to "please stop talking".
āWell, um, I guess itās like a defense mechanism. To protect those spots. When you touch them in certain ways- like squeezing or poking, thatās what we call tickling, and it makes humans laughā, he glances back at you, the corner of his lip tilting upwards ever so slightly before he looks back at Rocky, āOr in some cases, squeal. Or beg.ā
You turn your head, refusing to look at Ryland out of pettiness and also the sake of your own dignity. Actually, itās primarily for the sake of your own dignity.!
Rocky seems to understand, as well as he can at least, and the brief silence that hangs in the air makes your stomach twist before the both of them speak at the same time.
"Show Rocky." "Would you like a demonstration?"
You knew it was coming, and still your breath hitches as you twist in Ryland's grip, but you're just as stuck as you were before. The noise you let out can only be described as a whimper, but it's immediately interrupted by a loud squeal when you feel his fingertips trail gently up and down the sides of your belly.
"Nononono, Ryland, please-!", you babble out, trying to pull your knees to your chest in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, but you're ignored as Grace pushes them right back down and starts to explain your reaction to Rocky.
"Usually, they wouldn't react like that right away, but the longer you tickle someone, the more sensitive those spots get. You can't see this, but this skin right here is already really red."
Rocky bounces up and down a bit, paying close attention to Grace's hands, "Red. Why red, question?"
You tremble when his hands trail further up, closer to your ribs, just to trail all the way down to your hips. You're in a constant fit of giggles. You know itās only going to get worse, and the anticipation is driving you mad, but you can tolerate this much better than what he was putting you through just a few minutes ago.
"Two reasons, actually. Humans turn red when they're flustered but the tickling itself stimulates blood flow, especially if I were to be just a little bit meaner," your eyes widen, and you shake your head, "like this". You try to arch your back when light tracing turns to quick clawing, but he has a firm hold on you.
"You hear that?", he asks when bubbly giggles turn to desperate laughter. "That's because there are different ways to tickle people. Different spots and methods get different reactions."
He brings his hands down, squeezing rapidly at your hipbones before he squeezes all the way up your sides to your ribs, and then back down again. You kick uselessly, shaking your head and pleading through cackles, which only encourages him.
Rocky can't help but feel just a little bad for you as he rolls over to watch you a little more closely, "Why telling Grace to stop if it's just play, question?"
"Because I don't like it!", you whine. You can see Ryland's shoulders shake a bit as he laughs at that. Rocky perks up, slightly concerned as he rolls back over to look at your captor, who speaks before Rocky has a chance to voice his worries.
"They're a liar."
The way he says it so matter-of-factly would be insulting if it wasn't true.
"Most people don't like being tickled. It doesn't really feel... good", he circles his nails around your navel while the other claws at your lower belly. "Think about if you had a really bad itch, and you can't scratch it, and the longer you go without scratching it, the more intense it gets. And maybe it starts in one spot, but it can spread all over your body, and you can't do anything to stop it. That's what tickling feels like."
Rocky shifts left to right at the description of it, and it only makes him feel a little worse for you in that moment.
"Your friend over here, though...", Ryland starts, and you're so glad you can't see his face because you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. "Well, they love it. They will absolutely never, ever admit that for two reasons. One, they're all embarrassed about it because they think it's weird, blah blah blah", he rolls his eyes. "Two, I would literally never let them live that down, like ever."
"Hmm," Rocky hums before letting out a soft trill, "Why ask Grace to stop if they like it, question?"
You so desperately want to tell Rocky to please stop asking questions, but you're certain that's much too long of a sentence to get out coherently, and youāre far past the point of intelligible speech.
Grace is thrilled. He gets to do his two very favorite things: bestow knowledge upon an eager to learn mind, and tickle you out of yours.
āWell, itās an instinct, and human instincts can be weird. Tickling is a really overwhelming sensation, even for someone who likes it. So, theyāll try to make it stopā or, beg for it to stop if theyāre otherwise incapacitated.ā
As if on queue, you let out a weak, pitiful āpleaseā when he vibrates five fingers in the very center of your belly.
āSee, Iām being very, very nice. No matter how much they beg, or squirm, or ask me so very nicely to stop, I know they donāt really wanna get away. Isnāt that right?ā.
You can tell from the tone switch the last bit was meant for youā probably the first bit tooā but youāre confident that heās very aware you were not listening. You take a deep, greedy breath when tickling fingertips turn to a firm palm, rubbing soothingly against your skin.
At first, you donāt respond, but, you nod at him when he shifts to face you, still leaned over you with his head propped on your sternum. You have no idea what he was asking you. You donāt really care either. All you can focus on is catching your breath and behaving as well as you possibly can, even as you eye Ryland wearily.
Not that your ābehaviorā has ever swayed him to be nice.
Rocky rolls around to the two of you, idling at your head. You glance up at him for just a moment, a small smile still on playing at your lips as your breath finally evens out. You hadnāt noticed you were still giggling, and fortunately, neither of them comment on it.
āYou got any other questions, bud?ā, Grace asks Rocky, but his eyes are on you, and his tone is notably softer.
Youāre so relieved itās over. You can finally let your guard down, relax, and just let Grace take care of you.
And then, Rocky lets out a small chirp, just as you close your eyes and let your head lull to the side.
āGrace said other spots are ticklish too, question?ā
Your eyes widen instantly, only for you to be met with the devious grin growing on Rylandās face.
You should have known Rocky would have more questions, and Ryland definitely wouldnāt pass up the opportunity to torment you in the name of education.
You whimper, giving him an absolutely pitiful little look, but before you can protest, heās already positioned above your head, pulling your arms up and pinning them under his legs.
āRocky, bud, I know Iāve already said this but I think you and I are going to get along perfectly.ā
āāāā
Donāt hate me if this has some weak moments or typos, this idea struck me like a premonition to a prophet and I rushed to tell the masses.
This fic is sfw, but still Minors and Ageless blogs DNI
Lers Volt x Eddie x Lee Reader (Gender Neutral, No y/n)
Words: 6232
No spoilers, but this can be read with either normal or realized Volt and Eddie! Just some tk fluff with them cus they took over my brain completely, and I hope yall enjoy!!
Being with Eddie and Volt was amazing. You always felt comfortable, safe, between them whenever you were together, which was a lot. Unfortunately, that usual āsafetyā quickly turned to danger tonight.
It was late into the night, but all three of you were still awake, relaxing on the couch downstairs as you watched a movie.Ā It had become a routine every weekend to enjoy one while cuddling up with each other, each of you taking turns on who got to choose what to watch.Ā It was Eddie's choice tonight, as Volt had picked the last movie, and you the one before.Ā He chose an older action movie, one you all had watched before, but Eddie especially seemed to like.Ā
Though there was nothing wrong with the movie itself, Volt and you just didn't quite have the same love for it as Eddie, both of you getting a bit bored towards the middle of it.Ā The plot seemed to drag on a bit when you already had the knowledge of everything that would happen.Ā That was what started it all.
Seemingly too bored to stay still, Voltās hand, that had been resting on your side since the beginning of the movie, began to fidget, his index finger gently swiping up and down it.Ā You jumped slightly, surprised at the sudden unexpected feeling.Ā
āSorry love, didn't mean to frighten you.āĀ He gave a soft smile as he whispered an apology right next to your ear, assuming that he had just caught you off guard with the movement and startled you.Ā He stilled his fingers once more, as though he thought it would distract you from the movie you weren't actually paying attention to.
āAh, don't worry. Was just really into this part, I guess.ā You whispered back with a quiet laugh at the end, lying to play off the real reason for your reaction and to hopefully hide your disappointment at him stopping.Ā Neither Volt nor Eddie had found out about your sensitivities yet.Ā Though both had come close many times, every time you somehow managed to find an excuse for whatever noise, jerk, or jump you had reacted to their touch with.Ā Ā
It wasn't as if you disliked it by any means, quite the contrary actually, you just weren't sure if you were ready for either of them to know about that yet.Ā You feared if they found out and realized that you enjoyed it, they may find it strange, or judge you for it.Ā Or, on the opposite side, you didn't know if you could take it if they did accept it, imagining them both lovingly teasing you about it making your face grow hot and head spin at the thought alone.Ā Ā
You were quickly pulled from the thoughts running through your head as his hand suddenly moved again, this time slipping under your tank top to feel the warmth of your skin against his.Ā He gave a gentle squeeze to your lower side, and while you couldn't tell if he was trying to be playful or comforting, it had the same reaction either way.Ā You jerked slightly away from the touch this time, curling into yourself with a small laugh.Ā Volt looked at you, almost concerned for a moment, before you saw the pieces connecting in his head.Ā Ā
āOh? Oh noā¦ Now isn't this just terrible for you.āĀ His hand gently squeezed again at the soft skin of your side, this time more purposefully, his lips forming a knowing smirk as you let out another quick laugh.Ā Ā
āNo, Volt- Wait!āĀ He didn't let you finish as he turned to fully face you, both his hands now latching onto your sides as his nails skittered up and down them with horribly accurate precision.Ā Your hands shot to his wrists on instinct, but you barely pushed away, pretending to put up a fight for show, all while not actually trying to stop him.
āApologies, live wire, but I simply can not do that.Ā This is a very important discovery that just must be explored now, I'm afraid.āĀ Despite his words, he didn't appear to be sorry at all, continuing to trace his fingers along your waist, his touch traveling up to your ribs.
āNoho! Yohou're inteherrupting the mohovie! Eddiehe!āĀ You whined out your other boyfriendās name through your now even more frantic giggles as Volt's fingers tested out the new spot, but you were met with no response from him.
āAm I now?āĀ Volt gave a confident look, nodding his head towards Eddie, who was laid back against the couch cushion, fast asleep.Ā You wanted to be mad at him for falling asleep during the movie that he had picked, but he looked so cute sleeping that you couldn't find it in yourself to be truly irritated with him.Ā This did, however, put you in a tricky position.Ā With Eddie asleep, this made it so you only had to deal with one of them for now, but it also made it so no one was there to save you from Volt until he decided to spare you.Ā You debated on trying to wake Eddie up for a moment, thinking he may be on your side and help you get revenge on the other if you did.
Volt seemed to notice your line of thinking as he changed to gentle scratching around your tummy, clearly trying to find every spot that brought a reaction out of you.Ā He wasn't disappointed as your laugh got even higher, your hands closing a bit tighter around his wrists as he targeted the more sensitive area.
āI don't think youāll want to do that, dear.Ā He can be even more merciless than I, especially if his sleep has been disturbed.āĀ You couldn't fully tell if he was bluffing or not, but the thought of him telling the truth and having to face the wrath of Eddie, along with Voltās already horrible teasing, was enough to stop you from attempting to wake the slumbering man.
āYohou're suhuch an ahass!ā You suppressed your laugh as much as you could, trying to be quieter than before with the new fear of waking up a vengeful Eddie, but you couldnāt silence yourself completely.Ā It was a difficult task with Voltās hands finding every ticklish spot on your waist, it taking everything in you not to squeal when he hit a sensitive patch of skin near the side of your stomach.Ā Ā
āOo feisty~ Best be careful though, too loud and he may wake.āĀ Volt took your words and the way your laugh quieted as a challenge, wanting to see how much it would take for you to get just a bit too noisy and stir the other.Ā Though he usually wouldn't purposefully disturb Eddie's sleep, he figured he most likely wouldn't mind it so much if he was being awoken by your adorable laughter.Ā Ā
āThahat would behe your fahault!āĀ You whisper yelled as you argued with him, knowing that it really would be more on him than you, but you could tell he didnāt care.Ā All he was focused on now was drawing more of those beautiful giggles from your lips, any consequences could be dealt with later.Ā Ā
āAnd why would it be my fault?Ā Youāre the one making all the noise, love.āĀ If you were able to glare at that moment, you would have been throwing daggers at him with your gaze, but instead you were only able to give a slightly annoyed look through squinted eyes, a large smile still stuck to your face.Ā Ā
āBehecause youāre tihickling mehe!āĀ You tensed as you accidentally got a bit louder for a moment.Ā You glanced over to Eddie, and felt a wave of relief go through you as you saw he was still completely out.Ā You already knew he was a deep sleeper, but you couldnāt help still being a bit surprised that he could sleep through all of this so peacefully.Ā Ā
āOh am I?Ā Apologies, I hadn't realized.āĀ He gave you a fake look of shock which quickly turned back into a cheeky grin as a small laugh escaped him at your statement of the obvious.Ā You let out a small growl of irritation through your giggles at his sarcasm, wanting to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face.Ā Ā
Unfortunately, you wouldnāt get the chance to do that anytime soon, as he found the sensitive spots located right around the tops of both your hips, lightly pinching on either one.Ā You let out a small shriek, falling to the side as your legs curled up towards you to get away from and block his attacking hands.Ā Landing you right on top of Eddieās lap.Ā Ā
āMmnā¦ The hell..?āĀ Voltās hands paused for a moment as the dark haired man awoke, albeit a bit groggily, looking down to see you laying in his lap, some giggles still slipping through your lips and a clearly flustered expression spread across your face.
āEddie! Hehelp! Voltās torturihing mehee!āĀ You quickly threw him under the bus, hoping Eddie may side with you if he believed it was Voltās fault that he was woken up.Ā Technically, it really was, as you never would have fallen onto him had Volt not been viciously attacking you with tickles.Ā Ā
āYes, Eddie, be a dear and help me, won't you?āĀ Volt used the way you had fallen back to his advantage, moving your legs down onto the couch, despite your effort to keep them curled to you, and sitting atop your thighs as he tried to lure Eddie to his side.Ā Eddie seemed puzzled at first, but Volt cleared up that confusion by returning his fingers to your hips, making you break into immediate giggles once more as he softly pinched around them.Ā The previously sleeping man let out an amused sigh as he became more cognisant and realized what you both had been talking about, already knowing whose side he was going to be on.Ā Ā
āWell, I suppose if you both insist.āĀ You lost all hope you once had of him helping you as soon as you felt him shift, hearing the playful tone in his voice as his hands took your wrists and easily pinned them above your head onto the couch.Ā You could instantly tell how screwed you were, now completely stuck between them with no way to protect yourself.Ā You could feel butterflies fluttering through your stomach as you looked up at Eddie, a small smirk tugging at his lips already.Ā Ā
āNohoo! Nohot him! Hehelp mehe!āĀ You pulled at your hands that were trapped in his grip, though not too hard, not actually wanting to break free.Ā You knew that if you genuinely told them to stop, then they would, without hesitation, but you didnāt really want that, and they definitely didnāt either.
āAah, bit too late for that, sorry.Ā Shouldāve been clearer before.āĀ Just like Volt, there was no hint of remorse in his voice as he decided to join in on the fun, however, his approach was very different from the other manās.Ā Rather than jumping in with clawed fingers in an attempt to get the biggest reaction out of you, he gently fluttered his nails on the side of your neck, tracing around to the other side to do the same, back and forth, bringing some small squeaks out of you between giggles.Ā Perhaps it was just because he wasnāt fully awake yet, but you were surprised how much softer he was about it compared to Volt, though the conflicting feelings almost made it worse. Your brain couldnāt tell whether to focus on those light touches around your neck, or the almost electric sensations spreading throughout your sides as Volt moved up to them once again, wanting to try the area once more now he had easier access to it with your body being slightly stretched out over Eddieās lap.Ā Ā
āMm, yes.Ā You really should be more specific, dear.Ā You only have yourself to blame for this, honestly.āĀ You would have loved to rebuttal, slinging some sort of insult or profanity at the white haired man, but your words were quickly caught in your throat as Voltās fingers found the spot where your ribs and sides met, a squeal replacing whatever you actually wanted to come out of your mouth.Ā Both of the men couldnāt stop the soft smiles that took over from hearing all the cute noises you were making from just some simple touches, and you could swear you heard some quiet laughs slip out from Eddieās lips under Voltās louder chuckles, your face only growing hotter as you felt your heart skip a beat at the sounds.Ā Ā
āThihis ihis so unfahahaiir!āĀ You whined out a complaint as soon as you found your ability to speak again, one that neither of them seemed to take seriously.Ā They exchanged mocking looks, knowing that it absolutely was completely unfair, but that fact only seemed to make this even more amusing for them, finding it adorable how you only seemed to fight with your words and never to actually get away.
āDarling, who ever said anything about playing āfairā?āĀ Volt emphasized his words by bringing his hands up to under your arms, which were still pinned above you by Eddie, his grip holding strong, especially for someone who had been sleeping only a few minutes ago.Ā He tested them first, using only his index fingers to circle around the outside to the center, wanting to see just how ticklish you may be here before going all in.Ā He was extremely pleased when he heard your giggles getting higher as your arms reflexively jerked down, but didnāt break from the hold they were stuck in, an almost nervous glint in your eyes.Ā You cursed at yourself mentally for choosing to wear a tank top for a pajama shirt tonight, but the weather has been quite warm recently, so it felt like the best choice earlier on.Ā Ā
āY'know, if you didn't want this, then you really shouldn't have woken me up.āĀ You felt a mix of shock and slight exasperation as you heard Eddie's words, but when you looked up at him, his expression clearly gave away that he was just messing with you.Ā Seeing the cocky looks on their faces, part of you already began plotting your revenge on them, especially Volt, him being the one who got you stuck in this situation in the first place.Ā You couldn't focus too much on that right now, though, too busy squeaking under their hands and they tested out every spot they could reach on you.
āThahat wahas Voholtās fahault ahand yohou knohow ihihit!āĀ The mentioned man let out a fake sigh and pretended to look disappointed at your words, still not stopping the tracing under your arms as he did, though Eddie had taken his fingers away from your neck, allowing some slight relief.Ā Ā
āStill blaming me for your mistake I seeā¦ I think we need to teach you how to take some responsibility, live wire.āĀ A shiver went through you at his tone, it sounding even more sinister than his previous teasing.Ā You looked into his eyes and hated how someone could look so innocent yet so mischievous at the same time.Ā They were full of so much love and adoration for you, and yet his smirk looked downright evil, only confirming the fact you already knew.Ā You were screwed.
āV-Voholt, whatehever youāre thihinking, yohou behetter nohot!Ā Eheddie, hehelp mehee!āĀ You tried giving Eddie your best puppy dog eyes, hoping to garner some possible sympathy from him, but he just snickered at your misfortune, using his free hand to push your hair from out of your face, running his fingers through it soothingly after.
āSorry, but Voltās right.Ā You really do need to learn how to take responsibility.Ā I mean, I was sleeping soo well before you woke me up, kinda rude, donāt you think?āĀ His sarcastic tone was a stark contrast to the comforting way he played with your hair, only making you whine at him more at his refusal to take your side.Ā Ā
āYohou fehell asleheep durihing the mohovie yohou pihicked! Isn't thahat ruhude?!āĀ Knowing you weren't winning him over, you switched to antagonizing him, which may not have been your brightest decision. You saw his face flush red for a moment as his hand froze, clearly a bit flustered about that now that you had called it out, Volt chuckling at his embarrassment.Ā
āThehey do have a point there, dear.āĀ Eddie shot a glare to him, and then back to you before removing his hand from your hair and placing it on your ribs.Ā He didnāt actually do anything yet, but the contact of his hand on the spot made you tense, as you expected him to immediately dig into it.Ā Ā
āAnd here I was trying to be the nice one.Ā I guess that was my bad.āĀ His words were full of a playful irritation that made you want to sink right into the couch and disappear, and if you thought Voltās smirk was evil, Eddieās was downright villainous, a small bout of regret almost starting to creep its way into your brain.Ā Before you could apologize or get even a single word out, you felt his nails moving across your ribs in a much more calculated way than your previous attacker.Ā That combined with the way Volt was still tracing under your arms caused a small shriek to leave your lips, his other hand still preventing you from yanking your arms down as you continued pulling on them.Ā Not one to be outdone, Volt stepped up his game as well, turning one finger into three under both arms, adding his thumb and middle finger to scritch his silver painted nails in and out the center of your underarms.
āW-Wahait! Sohorry, Ihiām sohohorryyy!āĀ Hiccups began filling your laugh as the sensations overwhelmed your brain, unable to decide which one was worse.Ā Neither of them listened to you, too busy enjoying your helpless laughter and the chance to get revenge for all the times you had sassed them before.Ā Ā
āYou know, I really donāt understand how it took until tonight to find out about this.Ā I mean, theyāre so sensitive, itās a miracle they were able to keep it hidden till now.āĀ Voltās words were directed towards Eddie, but his gaze stayed on you, watching your face as he spoke and moved his hands just slightly around, trying nearby spots like your upper arms and the sides of your underarms, going closer to your back.Ā He was pleasantly surprised when the latter spot was met with more squeaks in your laugh and your shoulders shaking slightly in an attempt to get his hands away.
āYouāre rightā¦ How did you manage to keep this from us?Ā It feels like weāre barely doing anything, yet here you are looking like you're fighting for your life.āĀ āBarely doing anythingā felt like the understatement of the century to you, especially coming from the man who managed to learn just the right ways to take you apart in a matter of minutes, though being honest, it really wasnāt that much of a feat.Ā He managed to find every spot on your ribs that made you flinch, giggle, and squeal, hitting them with perfect accuracy, yet still keeping his touch gentle enough to not fully overwhelm you.Ā Volt was more interested in finding every spot on you that he could, aiming for quantity over quality, it seemed.Ā Every time he changed spots and heard your laugh change, even just slightly, he lit up.Ā He was clearly enjoying that no matter where he tried, it got some sort of reaction out of you, no matter how big or small it may be.
āIhi wahasn't tryihing toho!āĀ That may not have been completely true.Ā There wereĀ a few times when you may have lied to them when they accidentally tickled you before, but you felt them knowing that may only make things worse for you.Ā If it weren't for the way your vision slightly blurred from the tears beginning to well in your eyes from laughing, you may have noticed the looks of skepticism the two men shared with each other.Ā
āOh dearā¦ I believe they may be lying.āĀ Volt stopped his hands for a moment, noticing the way your eyes were starting to water, Eddie following right after, though neither moved away from the spots completely.
āOh, they definitely are.Ā Did you really think you could keep being this ticklish a secret from us?āĀ Eddie emphasized his point by giving your side a light pinch, making you jerk away with a squeak before you answered.
āMahaybeā¦āĀ Honestly, you didn't really know what your plan was with hiding it as long as you did.Ā If you knew it would turn out like this, you probably would have let them find out much sooner.Ā
āHmm, I feel as though we should make up for all that lost time of not knowing.Ā Don't you agree?āĀ Volt looked to Eddie once more, both sharing the same sinister look with each other.Ā Ā
āN-No! I donāt!āĀ You felt your stomach already fluttering yet again with anticipation of another round.Ā Despite your words, however, you didnāt really want them to stop just yet.Ā Ā
āAh ah, dear.Ā I wasn't asking you, besides, I believe all of us know that's just another lie.āĀ Voltās smirk said everything you needed to know.Ā They had you fully figured out.Ā Your eyes went wide, a nervous smile taking over your lips against your will as you went to refute.Ā Ā
āWha- I don't-āĀ Your stuttered replies were interrupted by their shared snickers, Eddie speaking up this time.
āDon't think we haven't noticed how you didn't once actually ask us to stop.Ā Not to mention, I've seen you when working before, you have more strength than that, love.āĀ Your face felt hotter than ever before, both men having easily caught on to the fact that you really didn't mind this kind of attention.Ā Through that embarrassment though, you felt relief.Ā They werenāt weirded out by it, and they were teasing, sure, but they werenāt actually being mean about it.Ā You realized that the reason you tried to hide your sensitivity wasnāt in fear of this.Ā It was in fear of judgement, of disgust, of being shamed.Ā You felt embarrassed in a bit more of a foolish way now.Ā Of course they werenāt going to hate you or find you weird over something as silly as enjoying tickling, in fact, they both seemed quite happy about the fact that you liked it.
They seemed to notice how flustered you were getting, both beginning to get a bit worried they had made you uncomfortable or assumed wrong as you got quiet.Ā You were a bit surprised as you felt Eddie release your arms and Volt move off of your legs, shifting himself, and you, to sit on the couch with your legs in his lap.Ā Eddie moved over, turning himself to the side to have your head resting on his crossed calves, bringing a hand to the side of your face after, softly holding it as his thumb brushed over your cheek.Ā Volt followed suit, doing the same as he rested his hand right above your knee, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on the side of it, making sure to add enough pressure that it wouldn't tickle.Ā Ā
āApologies if we assumed wrong dear, but please know, itās quite alright if you do like this.Ā Honestly, I think itās truly adorable, don't you agree?āĀ Voltās voice was softer than you had heard it all night, trying to soothe you in case you were upset, not knowing that it was very much the opposite.Ā He gave a glance to Eddie as he asked his question, looking for backup in reassuring you.
āIt really is.āĀ Eddieās eyes were locked to yours, his gaze transfixed on you as if you were the prettiest night sky he ever saw.Ā He cleared his throat and refocused himself as he realized how much he was staring, the same flush from earlier returning to his cheeks.Ā If either of you teased him about it, heād make an excuse about how he was still tired, but you both knew it was bullshit.Ā Ā
āWhat he means to say is, while we very much enjoy this, if you truly do not, then weāll stop. Just say the word, dear.āĀ Volt grabbed one of your freed hands, pressing a kiss to the back before setting it down with a gentle squeeze.Ā You took them in for a moment, almost tearing up as you wondered how you got so lucky as to end up together with these two amazing men.Ā Ā
āI mean, you donāt- you donāt have to stopā¦āĀ You couldn't bring yourself to look either of them in the eyes, glancing towards the television instead, where you saw the ending to the movie that none of you had been paying attention to playing out.Ā You could feel the tension ease out from both the men you were laid upon, knowing that you were okay and that their assumptions turned out correct.
āThat sounds like an invitation, love.āĀ Volt's sly tone was back immediately, his arm starting to wrap around your legs to keep you still for what he had planned.Ā You moved your arms to cover your face, trying to block it from their view in an attempt to save yourself even a sliver of dignity tonight.Ā Ā
āNuh uh, none of that.Ā No way you're hiding that pretty face of yours away from us.āĀ Eddie went to move your arms away from your face, but you decided to be more difficult this time, becoming even more playful than before, now that you had nothing to hide.Ā You held your arms tightly around your head, blocking as much of your face as you could while not covering your nose too much, still, of course, needing to breathe.Ā Eddie tried pushing them up gently, but noticed you werenāt budging, raising an eyebrow at you.Ā Ā
āOo, our little live wire really wants to play now.āĀ Volt wasn't helping Eddie at all as he smiled at your newfound stubbornness, it being very amusing for him to see you try to defy the other.Ā Eddie let out a fake sigh of resignation as he moved his hands from your arms down to your stomach.Ā Ā
āGuess we'll just have to make you move them a different way then.āĀ Right as the words left Eddie's mouth, they began again.Ā Volt's free hand tested out your knees, spiraling his nails from the center outward, his other arm holding your legs strong, keeping you from jerking your leg away.Ā Eddie, on the other hand, had both his hands on your waist, one gently clawing your stomach near your belly button while his other did the same to your side.Ā Though you wanted to try and stay stubborn, the combined sensations made you drop your arms almost instantly, grabbing at Eddie's hands, but not deterring him in the slightest.Ā Ā
āShihit! Wahahait!āĀ No matter how much you squirmed, there was no escape. Volt had a steady hold on your legs as he alternated between your knees, loving the way it made you shake and squeak.Ā Eddie kept his hands moving, lowering them to your hips as he massaged his thumbs into your skin towards the top of them, the same spot Volt had found earlier.Ā The squeal you let out only motivated him further, keeping his touch focused on them, continuing to softly dig into the spot.
āMy, that didnāt last long.āĀ Volt teased you for your short lived defiance, both men having smug smiles plastered to their faces.Ā You attempted to flip him off, bringing one hand off of Eddieās and just barely getting your middle finger up before he switched methods and squeezed above one of your knees while scribbling under the other with the hand of the arm wrapped around your legs.Ā Your hand quickly fell, hitting down on the couch cushion as you cackled.Ā Ā
āWell, I am getting them pretty bad, makes sense they wouldnāt be able to hold out.āĀ Eddieās voice sounded far too cocky, obviously trying to antagonize the other.Ā A slightly surprised look took over Voltās expression for a moment before realizing what the other was doing, playing along with his game.
āThat may be true, however, I think I may be what truly made them cave in the end.āĀ You could sense something brewing between the two of them, a competition that you were the main determining factor in.Ā You could tell where it was going, the anticipation filling your stomach only adding to the sensations dancing around your legs and waist.Ā Ā
āWhy don't we just have them decide, then?Ā Tell us, whoās doing a better job of breaking you?āĀ Eddie leaned forward so his head was almost directly above yours, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he changed from massaging your hips to dragging his nails up and down them, slipping just slightly under the band of your pajama pants.Ā Ā
āYes, dear.Ā Please let us know, and Iād make sure to answer correctly, if I were you.āĀ Volt stepped up his game as well, moving up to your thighs and targeting the underside of them, scritching all around the area, trying to find the spots that would make you squeal. He got what he wanted and more, a small shriek leaving you at the combined attacks, hiccupy laughter taking over right after.
āYohouāre bohoth bahad! Gehet awahahay!āĀ You squirmed as much as you could, but there was no escape from their hands.Ā You couldn't even figure out what to do with your own, wanting to cover your face, grab at their hands, and slam them on the couch all at the same time.Ā You settled with grabbing at Eddie's wrists again, his hands being the ones closest to yours.Ā Ā
āAh ah.Ā That doesn't answer our question, love.āĀ Voltās hands formed claws as he vibrated them into the sides of your thighs, your legs kicking out in his grip, still without breaking free.Ā Ā
āMaybe they just need a bit more motivation.āĀ Another shudder went through you at the way he spoke, questioning how they were planning on making it worse than it already was.Ā You were surprised when you felt Eddieās hands pause for a moment, alleviating some of the sensation, but not all, as Volt still continued.Ā You felt his hands go under your arms and jolted, but he wasnāt attempting to tickle you there this time.Ā Instead, he lifted you to be sitting up in his lap, tucking his chin into your neck as his arms wrapped around you.Ā Ā
āWell, this hardly seems fair, I think I may need to even the field a bit.āĀ Volt stopped as well as he adjusted himself once more, now straddling your calves, giving himself easier access to more of your spots.
āYohouāre one to tahalk about fair!ā Some giggles still fell from your lips as you used the momentary break to catch your breath and call out Voltās hypocrisy.Ā He only let out a laugh at you, Eddie even letting out a huff of amusement, one you could feel on your neck from his closeness, it sending a small shiver through you.Ā Ā
āIt is really unfair if you enjoy it, live wire?āĀ That got you quiet quick, him looking knowingly into your eyes as he said it making it even worse.Ā An embarrassed pout took over for a moment, mumbling a small āshut upā under your breath that you didn't mean, only serving to entertain both men more.Ā Ā
āClearly we arenāt doing enough if they still have this much of an attitude.Ā I think we need to teach them why they shouldnāt test us so much.āĀ Eddieās arms tightened around your waist, keeping you pressed to him as he made sure to speak lighter, being close to your ear.
āI agree, and they still havenāt told us whoās been doing a better job.Ā I would very much like to know, dear.āĀ One finger dragged up and down one of your thighs, making sure not to tickle too much, not yet.Ā Ā
āI cahanāt decide! Youāre both mean!āĀ You wiggled around in their grip, but there was no way you were getting out now, nervous laughs completely taking over before they could even start again.Ā They couldnāt help but find it incredibly endearing how cute you were right now.Ā You were undeniably flustered, but there was a sparkle in your eyes that told them how much fun you were having, despite your attempts to call them āmeanā.Ā Ā
āOh live wireā¦āĀ Voltās hands stilled for a moment, Eddie leaning in close to your ear right after.Ā Ā
āYou havenāt seen mean yet.āĀ Before you could even fully comprehend the words that were whispered into your ear, their hands began moving again, it all happening so suddenly that you couldnāt even begin to stop the scream that left your lips.Ā Voltās fingers were gently but quickly pinching at your inner thighs, moving up and down them, sporadically switching to dragging his nails across the front or sides of them before changing back again.Ā Eddie, on the other hand, had unwound his arms from you to place his hands back onto your hips, this time slipping under the bottom of your tank top and massaging his thumbs into your lower back while the rest of his fingers gently dug into the sides of them.Ā He added on to that by nuzzling his chin into your neck, making sure his stubble softly scraped against the side and down to your shoulder.Ā Ā
āWAHAIT! NOHOHO!āĀ You could barely get the words out, far too lost in your own laughter.Ā Though your body wiggled around as much as was possible, you didn't move much, your two boyfriends keeping you trapped as they continued.
āAll you need to do is tell us who's doing a better job, dear.Ā That can't be too hard, right?ā Volt changed his methods again as he spoke, softly digging the tips of his fingers into the spot where your thighs and hips met, enjoying the way it made your laugh get higher and legs attempt to kick out from under him.Ā It was far easier for him to say that.Ā You couldn't even focus on the feelings separately, all of them combining to turn your brain to mush as squeals and hiccups poured from your lips.Ā That was until Eddie moved his hands up to your ribs, now focusing his touch on the lower back of them.Ā You would have fully folded into yourself if his hands hadn't been there, your laugh turning silent for a moment after the loudest shriek of the night left you.Ā They both stopped again, mostly in shock, but also wanting to make sure they didn't go too far.Ā As soon as your giggles came back and your head fell against Eddie's shoulder to reveal your wide smile, they untensed, seeing that you were still having fun.
āI think we have an answer.ā Eddie shot Volt a smug look, knowing it was the spot on your back that made you react like that.Ā Volt rolled his eyes dramatically, not ready to admit his loss just yet.
āNow now. We don't have an answer until they give us one.Ā Ready to decide, live wire?āĀ You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to think of how to answer.Ā Both of them were horribly good teases, and made quick work of finding a good amount of your sensitive spots and what worked best on them, it felt impossible to choose between the two of them.Ā
āIhi can't pick.Ā Cahan't we just say you both win?āĀ Volt was about to jokingly argue that a decision needed to be made when a loud yawn came from you, it spreading to both men, making all of you realize just how late it had gotten.
āI suppose that's agreeable for now.Ā Though don't think we'll be forgetting about this anytime soon.āĀ Volt shot you a wink as he moved off of your legs, Eddie taking you off his lap to be squished comfortably in between them and the couch.Ā Their arms wrapped around you, holding you protectively as you began to drift off, all the energy you used up quickly catching up to you.
āYou did good, get some sleep.ā Eddie used the arm that wasn't around you to grab a large blanket, handing one side to Volt as they carefully placed it over all three of you, making sure you were fully covered.
āThanks guys.. I love you both.. Goodnight.āĀ The soft smile and tone to your voice melted their hearts, Eddie placing a kiss to your forehead and Volt doing the same to your cheek as they smiled with you.
āWe love you too.āĀ Eddie spoke without fully looking at either of you, still a bit embarrassed whenever he said the words.
āGood night, live wire.āĀ Volt shut the TV off, pushing himself even closer to you to give you more warmth as you slept.Ā Eddie copied, leaning into your other side so the three of you could be as close as possible.Ā It didn't take long for all of you to fully nod off, each of you getting a better night's sleep than you had had in a while.
Monsters Thatāll Give a (Tickly) Shock 2: Electric Boogie-man
Original request from (@majorheelturn): hiiii I have requests for tickletober š„°~ 30. Melt / Costume Party / Jack-o-lantern ā OPEN Date Everything, Eddie & Volt??
Authorās note: Itās time for Voltās turn hehehehe. I hope you enjoy Day 30 of Tickletober: Melt and Costume Party from Augustās list and mine and Gladysā list! (Although I very loosely used the prompts in this lol).
This is a sequel to my fic āMonsters Thatāll Give a (Tickly) Shockā (linked here!)
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Volt, Eddie, and Reader
Word count: 2,062
Summary: Volt is practicing his dance for the Hollyween competition and Eddie, with some āunfinished businessā from their decorating fiasco, decides that their āmonsterousā patron from the other day should pay them another visit.
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The annual Hollyween Masquerade dance competition is just a day away! The costume party is held here at the Breaker Box and Volt, the champion of the dance competition three years in a row, is hard at work practicing his act. (He will not be bested by Wallace again!)Ā
You watch Volt on stage from one of the tables in the audience. Eddie watches from behind the bar. As ballroom music plays, Volt does a beautiful, single-person waltz, with elegant twirls, flowing movements, and perfect footwork. The music plays its final notes, then Volt takes a bow.
You and Eddie clap, simulating just a fraction of what Volt hopes the audience will sound like after his actual performance. Volt straightens his posture. āAh, thank you, thank you.ā
āThat was amazing, Volt!ā you say, your enthusiasm showing on your face.
Volt graciously chuckles. āYouāre too kind, spark.ā
āIāve gotta hand it to you, Volt. That was a pretty well put together performance.ā
āPraise from you, Eddie? My, this must be a rare occasion,ā Volt teases. āIām delighted that you two enjoyed it. Hopefully with this performance, I will secure the victory and have the audience roaring with cheers even louder than the thunderous roars of a monster!āĀ
Eddie perks up his ears. The word āmonsterā captures his attention.
A few days ago, Volt joked with Eddie how their spooky decor of the Breaker Box could attract monsters. Eddie, being Eddie, of course commented little quips about this, and Volt swiftly enacted a plan to get him back; this plan involved Volt acting like a tickle monster and dragging you, the home owner, into it too. Letās just say Eddie got the message loud and clear. He was going to get revenge on Volt that same day, but they got so caught up in finishing the decorations for the Breaker Box and making sure everything was prepared for the Hollyween party that he completely forgot. Now, however, that they have a moment of free timeāvengeance is nigh.Ā
Eddie smirks, but he wipes it away so Volt doesnāt catch wind of his plan. āYou have a good chance of winning, but I think the performance is missing something, now that I think about it.ā
Volt tilts his head at the other. āHmm, what do you mean? What could I be missing?ā
You turn in your chair. āYeah, Eddie. Did you notice something?ā
Eddie leaves the bar and approaches the stage. āItās great, but what I think could really push it over the edge is a smile.ā
āA smile? But I thought I was smiling?ā Volt puts a hand on his chest, āDid I lose it half-way through?ā
āYou had one, but I think it needs to be even bigger, you know?ā Eddie stands at the foot of the stageās steps.Ā
At this point, Volt lifts a brow. Eddie can tell that heās starting to question him, though Voltās not suspicious of him yet. A win so far in Eddieās book.
āExplain,ā Volt says.
āGladly,ā Eddie steps up to the stage and walks over to Voltās side. He wraps an arm around Voltās waist like a belt, as if he was going to guide him in a direction.Ā
āWhat are you doing?ā Volt eyes him, even more confused.Ā
āJust follow my lead,ā Eddie replies.Ā
āFollow your lead? Ha! Whoās the three time champion. Me or you?ā
āJust listen, alright,ā Eddie banters. āSo thereās this one move that you do near the middle, the one where you slide to the right?ā
āYes, I know the one youāre thinking of.ā
Eddieās grin starts to show. āWell, youāre smiling during this part, of course, but what if it went a little something like this?ā Eddie tightens his hold around Voltās waist and gives his side a squeeze.Ā
āGahack!ā Voltās entire form jolts like he has just been hit with a bolt of electricity. He shoots his arms down and grabs Eddieās arm. Immediately, Voltās hit with the realization of Eddieās true intentions; he remembers the strategy that he used against Eddie just two days ago.Ā
Wide eyes meet Eddieās sly ones. āYou wouldnāt-ā Volt says.
Eddieās smirk only grows, āOh, I would.āĀ
With no time to spare, Eddie scribbles into Voltās side. The taller of the two spasms again before a yelp of giggles bursts from his throat. Squeaky, high-pitched laughter, much different than his poised and proper form releases from Volt as he clamps his arms to his sides. He shoves at Eddieās chest, trying to pull himself from the other manās grip. He twists to the side to face away from Eddie, only allowing Eddie to grab hold of both of his sides to tickle him.
āWell now, isnāt this a familiar sight?ā Eddie teases. āExcept this time, youāre on the receiving end.ā
āEheheheddie! Lehehehetās tahahalk about thihihis!ā Volt leans forward as far as he can and alternates between swinging his arms like heās clawing for handfuls of air or latching onto Eddieās wrists. He digs his shoes into the stage in an attempt to gain some leeway, but Eddie is much stronger than he is.Ā
āOh no, youāre not going to smooth talk your way out of this one. You tickled me the other day, so itās only fair that I tickle you back. Especially since the tickle monster has returned for another meal,ā Eddie grins behind him.Ā
āOhohoho, how dahahare yohohou!ā Volt pretends to scold Eddie for using his own tactic against him (Honestly, Voltās kind of proud of Eddie for doing that). Volt attempts to reach behind him and either nudge or even tickle Eddie off of him, but Eddie quickly puts a stop to that by scribbling his hands up to Voltās ribs. Volt jumps backwards, nearly losing his footing if it wasnāt for him falling back into Eddieās arms.
āWhat was that, Volt? Sorry, the monster canāt understand you. Theyāre too busy snacking on your laughter,ā Eddie responds with a wiggling Volt in his clutches.
You chuckle from the audience, enjoying the show being played on stage. Just then, Eddie calls out to you. āLive wire, care to join? I think itās only fair that you help me since you helped Volt, yeah?ā Eddie persuades you.Ā
Without a second of hesitation, you stand from your chair, smiling, āI thought youād never ask.ā You race towards the stage and up the steps.
āLihihihive wire!ā Volt flails his arms towards you as he sees you approach, before curling his limbs back to defend his torso. āNohohohot yohohohou toohohohoo!āĀ
You donāt even have to say anything except grin and wiggle your fingers in his direction for Volt to react. The long-haired man lets out a squeak and leans his entire body backwards into Eddieās arms, standing diagonally as he practically melts towards the floor like goo. With a chuckle, Eddie guides him down and kneels behind him so Volt doesnāt crash onto the stage. In his giggly, kicking state, Volt digs his heel into the floor and pushes both him and Eddie backwards, sending them both toppling like dominos. Eddieās back hits the stage first with Volt falling on top of him.Ā
While Eddie is momentarily stunned, Volt rolls off of him and scrambles to make his escape.
āOh no you donāt!ā Eddie swiftly flips over and catches Volt by the sides. The other man cackles and twists onto his side. āYouāre not going anywhere!ā Eddie smiles and lifts himself up to sit on his own knees, resuming his tickle attack from above.
You join the two of them on the stage floor, kneeling next to Voltās other side. āYeah! You canāt escape that easily from two tickle monsters on the prowl!ā you add to the fun by fluttering your fingers into the back of Voltās ribs and underarms, causing the man to nudge at your hands with his elbows before flopping onto his back.Ā
Volt throws his arms in every which way across his chest and kicks out his legs as if he was running. He canāt stand still for the life of him. āI seehehehehee thahahahat!ā he frantically bats and slaps at yours and Eddieās hands while curling forward to defend his middle.Ā
Eddie lets out a lighthearted scoff and pauses his tickles to catch Voltās flailing wrists. He holds them steady above Voltās chest, allowing you free range of his torso. āHey, easy with the hands there, Volt. Donāt you know that itās a distraction?ā Eddie shows him a smug smile. āItās obstructing us tickle monsters from getting to your laughter.ā
āExactly,ā you reply, taking the opportunity to scribble at Voltās belly, earning a giggly yelp from the man. āPlus, if weāre going back to talking about dancing, you want to have control over your arms! Flailing limbs arenāt going to win you the dance competition tomorrow. So think about this as practice.ā
āIām nohohohot tahahaking ahahahadvice from yohohohou two, thahahank yohohou vehehery much!ā Volt remarks, even throwing sass in his laughter-inducing predicament.
Eddie sighs. āItās a shame, Volt.ā He releases the other manās wrists, allowing Volt to clamp his arms to his sides. Eddie pretends to ādustā off his hands.Ā
āAll we want to do is make your performance electrifying,ā Eddie curls his hands into claws. Sparks of electricity activate from his fingertips and a smirk creeps its way on to his face. Without a second more, Eddie dives his hands toward Volt and slips his hands under the otherās dress shirt, going right for the bottom half of his ribs. Volt jolts forward and positively screeches with laughter so loud that you think that the lights in the Breaker Box are going to blow a fuse (They donāt, fortunately).
āEEEEAAAAHHH! EHEHEHE-EDDIE! NOHOHOHOT FAIR! I ohohohonly used ONE hahahand on yohohou!!!ā Volt tosses his head back in hysterics.Ā
āSorry, Volt. But when you mess with the monster, you get the claws,ā Eddie replies.
A snort escapes from Volt in response, seemingly vibrating across his entire body.
āAww, Volt! Was that a snort? That was so cute,ā you chuckle. If his cheeks werenāt red enough already after releasing that sound, they just got redder.
āDONāT sahahahay anymohohore about THAT!ā Volt curls into a wiggly bundle of giggles. āOhohohokay!!! Hahahahave mehehehercy!!!ā he exclaims though a wide smile that's brimming with joy.
Eddie lets out an airy chuckle and pulls his hands away, knowing that Volt has been served more than enough revenge. You follow right after and move your fingers away. Volt plops onto the stage floor, arms curled around himself as he lets out residual giggles and takes in breaths of fresh air.
Eddie puts his hands on his knees. āWell, I would say that was a productive dance lesson, wouldnāt you agree, live wire?ā
You giggle. āAgreed. I donāt think Volt is going to forget to smile during his performance anytime soon,ā you look at the man recovering from panting on the floor.Ā
Volt responds towards the ceiling. āYou both are diabolical,ā he says, jokingly. He pushes himself up to sit on the stage and flips his electrical hair over his shoulder. āBut I canāt say that I blame you.ā Volt glances at Eddie with a warm smile, āThat was a pretty good scheme there, Eddie.ā
āHeh, now Iām getting praise from you? Now Iām really starting to think thereās some spooky stuff going on here,ā Eddie teases.Ā
āJust take the complement,ā Volt shakes his head.
You lift yourself from the floor, then Eddie stands too. He holds out a hand to Volt. āCome on. Youāve got a dance competition to win. Youāre not going to get anything done if you keep sitting around,ā he quips. Volt releases an airy chuckle and grabs onto Eddieās hand, graciously accepting the offer. Heās pulled up and back to his feet.Ā
āGlad to know you and live wire have faith in me,ā Volt replies between you and Eddie. āSo when I win the Hollyween dance competition tomorrow, Iāll be sure to thank you both for your excellent support,ā Volt purposefully exaggerates his words, showing you both a grin. You giggle again at his display, while Eddie crosses his arms.
āOh goody,ā Eddie jests, rolling his eyes.
Between decorating, surprise visits from monsters, and dance rehearsals, the Hollyween spirit is in the air. Though the spooky season seems as if itās nearing its end, the fun and entertainment here at the Breaker Box is never-ending.
Original request from (@sweetprincessluv): Hiii for tickletober Iāll request day 28 ātickle monsterā for Volt and or Eddie, Or skips shadley! (Date Everything ofc) please and thank you ^^
Authorās note: Did I spend way too much time on this fic when I had other fics to do? Yes absolutely. But I needed to see Eddie get playfully wrecked and thus here we are. Donāt worry, Volt will get his turn in a few days š I hope you enjoy Day 28 of Tickletober: (Tickle) Monster and Haunted House from mine and Gladysā list and Nymās Tickleween list! (Also partially using the prompt "Feast of laughter" from day 27 on mine and Gladys' list because I couldnāt resist that one lol)
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Eddie, Volt, and Reader
Word count: 1,985
Summary: After Eddie makes some sassy remarks towards his fellow member of the Breaker Box, Volt thinks that a āmonsterā should be invited as a patron, one whoās hungry to hear the sound of laughter!
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When you entered the Breaker Box mid-day, you were already expecting the place to be quiet and unlively. What you didnāt expect, however, was to walk in and see an abundance of lively decorations. From fake cobwebs, to pumpkins with faces drawn onto them at every corner, or string lights in all sorts of spooky-themed shapes illuminated in purple, orange, and classic bulb white. Basically, it feels like you stepped into a haunted house, if the haunted house was an abandoned club that creatures of the night use for their parties.Ā Ā
You notice at the end of the room that Volt has a string of plastic ghosts in his hands, looking up at Eddie as the other man is on a tall steppladder and hanging up the ghostly decor. Volt notices you entering and turns to you.Ā
āAh, live wire!ā he greets you with his famous welcoming smile that always makes you feel like a VIP guest. āYou have excellent timing. We could actually use an extra hand for the decor.ā
āOf course, I would be happy to help!ā you reply. As you move towards Volt, you further take in the spooky atmosphere around you. āWow, the place already looks great so far.ā
āWhy, thank you, live wire,ā Volt says. āWeāve been hard at work making it absolutely spectacular for the Hollyween Masquerade party in just a few short days.ā
Eddie finally speaks up while keeping his eyes on the decoration heās looping on a nail he hammered into the wall, āCorrection. Iām the one hard at work hanging everything up, while Volt here is just pointing and telling me where things should go.ā As if on cue, Eddie takes a few steps down from the stepladder, turns his head and holds his hand out to Volt. With a scoff, Volt places the plastic string of ghost lights into Eddieās hand.
āCome now, Eddie,ā Volt says as Eddie climbs back up to hang the decoration. āGive me some more credit than that. Youāre making me look bad,ā he jokes.
Once again, without taking his eyes off his work, Eddie quips, āWell, itās not hard to do.ā
āWha- I-ā Volt, the man who usually knows what to say no matter the response, sputters at the sheer sass from Eddieās comment saying heās āeasy to look bad.ā You snicker into your hand, witnessing the exchange.
Voltās expression shifts into a smile. He glances at Eddie. āOh, how dare you,ā a silky smooth tease coats his words. He quickly scans Eddie like he is planning his next move. Just then, a smirk curls on his lips.
āI would watch what you say, Eddie,ā Voltās voice is slow like oozing lavaāwarm and inviting, but dangerous to mess with. āThese decorations are very enticing for paranormal patrons and ghoulish guests. Who knows, a monster could come out to bite you.ā
Volt half-turns his head to you and holds his hand near the side of his face to whisper. āLive wire, watch this,ā a gigantic grin spreads across his face. He strides up to Eddie, quietly. Sneakily.
The sarcastic whip of sass continues to strike from Eddie. āWell, when you actually see a monster, let me know. I would just love to meet themāGACK!ā Eddie spasms when he feels a squeeze to his sides. He clutches onto the top of the stepladder and whirls his head around, glaring down at a smug Volt.
āOh I found one!ā Volt says, āBut theyāve gotten away already. I told you Eddie, once we decorate the place as a haunted house, weāre inviting all sorts of spooky creatures in.ā Voltās smug demeanor radiates from him as bright as his sparking hair. You canāt help but let out another snicker behind your hand.Ā
Eddie narrows his eyes. A growl pairs with his words. āVolt! Do NOT do that!ā
āWhy not? Are you afraid of a little bit of fun?ā
āNo, Iām afraid of falling off this ladder!ā Eddie barks.
āWell then come down! Join the party! Itās safe on the ground here,ā Volts ends his claim with a wide smirk, signalling to Eddie that itās anything but safe.
Eddie grips on to the top of the ladder, like a cat stuck in a tree by choice. āAbsolutely not!ā
Seeing that Eddie is intent on staying up there for as long as it takes, your face now takes a turn at contorting into a smirk.
āWell,ā you say, lingering in the pause, āIf you wonāt come down, then weāll just have to go up!ā You rush over to the other side of the stepladder and start climbing.
āWhat?!ā
āHa ha! Thatās the spirit, live wire!ā Volt sparks with glee at your idea. He dashes to the same side that you're climbing and holds onto the legs of the stepladder to keep it steady.
āHey! Wha-ā Eddie grabs hold of the side of the stepladder when he feels it wobble even the slightest bit. āCareful!ā he exclaims, worried about your safety and the safety of himself, while also internally panicking at the thought of someone approaching the space he previously thought was untouchable.
āBetter watch out Eddie!ā You bare your āfangsā in a grin and take your time crawling up the rungs of the ladder, also taking in account Eddieās concern for safety. āIām a beast whoās climbing up to the top of the tower to get you!āĀ
When you reach the top, Eddieās flight or fight response kicks in, and the verdict is to flee. As soon as you take a playful swipe at him, Eddie is already ducking away and climbing down the ladder as fast as he can. Meanwhile, Volt prepares himself; he observes Eddie through the legs of the steplader like a tiger watching through blades of grass.Ā
Looking at the ground, Eddie jumps from the second to last rung and tries to make a run for it, but Volt slides himself around the corner and intercepts his escape route by snatching him in his arms. The two of them spin around from the force of the momentum, like a dog chasing its tail. Volt pulls Eddie closer to his chest and tightens his hold before immediately digging into the manās sides. Eddieās spine shoots straight up and he growls through his teeth, refusing to let the sound Volt is after go flying free. Eddie grips onto Voltās wrists and tries to pry the other man off his sides.Ā
āVolt! Get off of me!ā Eddie growls, holding back the pressure building up in his throat.
āSorry Eddie, but once a monster has their claws within their catch, they have to enjoy their spoils!ā Volt grins and spiders his fingers up to Eddieās ribs, despite Eddie trying to hold the other manās wrists at bay. A crackle of air like a spark of electricity shoots from Eddieās lips. The spark is enough for his giggles to sizzle and for his laughter to finally ignite.
āVohohohoholt!ā rumbly, deep belly laughter fills the room. Eddie clamps his arms to his sides and lurches forward, pulling Volt with him. Eddie stumbles to try and escape, once again tugging Volt with him and spinning the two of them around in a circle. Fortunately for Volt, it helps that his hands are practically pinned to Eddieās ribs, allowing the longer-haired man to keep his grip on his fleeing friend.
āMy word! Hold still, Eddie!ā Volt wraps his arms around Eddieās chest to get a better grip on him, still using his sneaky fingers to target his ticklish ribs. ā A monster canāt feast on its catch if itās trying to get away!ā
āYeheheheah! Thahahatās the pohohoint!ā Eddie cackles. āItās cahahalled fighting fohohor survival!ā Eddie reaches behind him and attempts to swipe at Volt and push him off. Volt dodges his head to the side, then counters by unwrapping one of his arms from Eddie and sneaking it into his armpit. Eddie slams his arm down with a jolt of giggles and twists to the side.Ā
āWhoa! Weāve got a fighter here!ā Volt smiles. He glances in your direction, where youāre still enjoying the view at the top of the stepladder. āLive wire, I could use your assistance, if you would be so kind.ā
āOn my way!ā You safely climb down the rungs of the stepladder and run over to the Breaker Box boys.Ā
Seeing you dash to the front of him, more panicked giggles spew from the usually gruff man. āWahahahait! Lihihihive wireāAHACK!ā Eddie nearly folds forward when you target his stomach, his hair swinging along with his bubbly giggles. He hugs his arms around himself from the ambush of tickles surging across his body like electricity, only standing due to Voltās hold on him.Ā
āYou canāt tell a monster to wait for its meal, Eddie! Especially when a tickle monster has to feast on your adorable laughter!ā you tease.Ā
You see Eddieās cheeks flush at the comment. āDohohohonāt call me ahahahadorable!ā he attempts to snarl, but he has a giddy smile on his face, indicating that, while a bit embarrassed, he does appreciate the compliment. Suddenly, he yelps and he slips out of Voltās grip, collapsing to the floor after you scribble at his hips.
Volt chuckles. āQuickly! Pounce on him, fellow tickle monster!ā
You and Volt jump to the floor. āNohoho no no!ā Eddie squirms on his back, attempting to fend off yours and Voltās hands despite knowing itās two against one. Heās sent right back into a giggle fit and curls himself on the ground when your and Voltās tickly claws successfully dive back into his torso.Ā
āHow rude of you, Eddie. Us tickle monsters werenāt finished with our meal and yet you chose to run away. Now thatās just cruel,ā Volt says.
āIāM the cruhuhuhuel ohohohone?!ā Eddie exclaims.
āAww, come on. We both know that you donāt think weāre actually being cruel,ā you reply, realizing that Eddieāthough he would never admit itāhas a beaming smile on his face that appears to be enjoying the silly aspect of the playfulness.
āYes. If I actually wanted to be cruel, I would do thisā¦ā Volt lifts up one of his hands. From the tips of his fingers, sparks of blue electricity appear. Volt shoots you a smirk. You grin back. Then, without a second more, Volt slips his hand under Eddieās vest and shirt; he vibrates his hand and the shock of tickly electricity courses across Eddieās bare tummy. The result is immediate.
āFUHUHUHU-AAAAAH! VOHOHOHOHOLT!ā Eddie bucks, grips onto the other manās arm, and pounds his legs at the floor. He tosses his head back in hysterics, his smile beaming and his laughter deep and bouncy. You giggle from Eddieās contagious laugh and scratch again at his hips. Eddie jolts again and curls himself into a ball.Ā
āOHOHOHOKAY! Okahahahay! Thahahatās enohohohough!ā Eddie exclaims, giggly and cheery, not an ounce of anger is in his words.Ā
āOh, alright. If we must,ā Volt jokes, but he knows that itās time that Eddie deserves a break.Ā
You and Volt both pull your hands away. Eddie hugs his middle and curls on his side, letting out residual giggles as the tingle from the tickles leaves his skin.
You lean forward to meet his eyes. āAre you okay, Eddie?ā
āHehe, yeah. Iām fine,ā he shows a soft smile to you. However, when he glances at Volt, his glare is penetrating, but he has a mischievous glint behind his eyes.
Volt, however, is unfazed. āSplendid. Since youāre completely fine, letās get back to work, shall we?ā Volt stands and walks past you and Eddie. You can hear his shoes hitting the floorboards in the silence. Eddie flips onto his stomach and watches Volt make his retreat. A hint of a smirk flashes on Eddieās expression.Ā
āYeah, letās get back to it,ā Eddie says. Though, in the back of his mind, he thinks to himself, Watch out Volt. Thereās another monster whoās coming out to play soon.
Original request (from @sweetprincessluv): One last request for tickletober, Day 31 āaftercareā with mateo! Thank you :3
Authorās note: Happy Halloween everyone! TBH, I kind of wrote this one last night in a rush because I waited until the last minute and wanted to get it posted on time š, but I still tried to fill it with lots of fluff, per usual! I hope you all have a wonderful Halloween and I hope you enjoy the final Day of Tickletober, Day 31: Aftercare and Halloween from Augustās Tickletober list and mine and Gladyās list!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Mateo and Reader
Word Count: 867
Summary: Youāre trying to show Mateo your favorite line of a Halloween movie, but Davi causes a silly disruption. Mateo laughs at this fact and you, feeling the playfulness of the Halloween air, decide to get him back for that.
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Itās Halloween night (or Hollyween as the objects of your house refer to), and although youāre not dressing up and going to a party, you are having a comfy cozy celebration indoors with Mateo, an expert in coziness. Both of you are on the sofa watching one of your favorite Halloween movies, while Davi, Mateoās hound made of tassels, sits on the floor by Mateoās legs.Ā
As you watch the movie, you notice that your favorite part of the film is coming up, one that you think Mateo might enjoy too. (The main character's black cat gets a temporary spell casted onto them, allowing them to talk. The first line that they say is your favorite and always gets a smile out of you!)
āOh, Mateo! Get ready! I want you to see this part!ā you say and scoot towards the edge of your seat. Mateo does the same, eager to see what youāre so enthusiastic about.Ā
However, when you and Mateo move, so does Davi. The tassel hound sees your movement as a sign to play. Just as the movie is seconds away from your favorite line, Davi hops onto the sofa, into Mateoās lap, and happily barks.
āWhoa! Davi!ā Mateo giggles and calms Daviās barks down with a head pat.Ā
āDavi!ā you jokingly scold. āYou made us miss my favorite line,ā you smile while gesturing towards the TV. You grab the remote and pause the film.
āHehe, it looks like Davi wanted to be the star of the show instead,ā Mateo rubs the inanimalās head. Davi, happy with the pets, hops off of Mateo and curls himself back on the floor.
You chuckle as well hearing Mateoās contagious giggles. As if a wave hit you on a beach, a playful energy takes over your brain. āOh, so you think thatās funny huh?ā you smirk at him. āThen how about you laugh at this!āĀ
Without a second of hesitation, you lunge forward and tickle Mateoās sides. The man lets out a giggly yelp in surprise before he completely dissolves into airy giggles. Davi perks his head up at the sound, but his tail wags with glee when he sees Mateo laughing.
Mateo grabs onto your wrists with a gentle hold and buries his face in his shoulder. āHehehehey!ā he swings his legs out, then falls back onto the pillows lying on the arm on the couch. āWhahahat did I dohohoho?ā
āI was trying to share my favorite line of the whole movie and then you laughed that we missed it! Iām offended!ā you joke.
āBuhuhuhut I did hehehear it!ā Mateo switches from holding onto your hands to wrapping his arms around himself.Ā
āOh yeah? What was the line then?ā you stop your hands for Mateo to answer, but you keep your fingers within tickle-distance at his sides.
A flush of pink spreads on Mateoās cheeks. āHehe, it was, umā¦ā his eyes glance to the side. Before he even has the chance to make up a lie, you already dive your fingers back into his torso, earring a squeaky bundle of giggles.
āUh huh, thatās what I thought,ā you grin and scribble your fingers at his belly. Mateo curls forward with a snort.
āBuhuhuhut I reheheheally did hehehear something!ā he argues. You pause your wiggling fingers.Ā
āWhat was it?ā you say, your words clearly holding a smile.
Mateo takes a few deep breaths before responding, āYour laughter!ā In one swift motion, Mateo latches onto your sides and starts scribbling. You screech and squeeze your arms to your sides. When you try to twist away, Mateo sits up right behind you and pulls you into a tickly embrace; your back rests against his warm chest.Ā
āMateheheheo!ā you laugh and pull yourself into a ball on the sofa. Mateo slips a hand toward your ribs, only increasing your laughter.
āSee. Now how could I hear the movie when I have your giggles going on in my ear?ā a rare tease is said by Mateo.
āOhohohoho plehehehease!ā you sass, āMy giggles wehehehere after Dahahahaviās disruption!āĀ
Mateo chuckles, fluttering his fingers at your belly. You curl forward in his hold. āOkay, you got me there,ā Mateo admits. He stills his fingers, allowing you a breather.
As you recover, he gives you a gentle hug from behind and rests his head on your shoulder. āAre you good? Do you need some water or anything?ā he asks, wanting to provide you with any aftercare from his counter-tickles.
You shake your head. āNo thank you. How about you?ā you politely offer the same to him.
āIām good, thank you,ā he replies. āBut how about we go back to being cozy and watching the movie instead?ā
āCouldnāt have said it better myself,ā you answer. Mateo sits himself back on the couch and you scoot next to him. You snuggle up close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Mateo puts his arms around you and leans into your embrace.Ā
You rewind the movie, and just as you expected, Mateo chuckles at your favorite line; you feel the reassuring rumble in his chest. You beam at Mateo, then lie your head back on him, both of you enjoying the cuddles after your brief intermission of laughter.
Authorās note: THE CHANCE FIC IS HERE!!! Iāve never done a reader fic before, so I was debating during the writing process whether I should make it third person or second person, but I ultimately decided to do second person because I wanted it to sound more like the narration in-game! I hope you enjoy!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Chance & Reader
Word count: 5,260
Summary: Chance is struggling to come up with the ending of a campaign, so you help him brainstorm some ideas; however, your suggestions are targeted towards putting a smile right back on Chanceās face.
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The last time you played a campaign with Chance, it was a thrilling adventure! A genie on one end, a goblin king on the other, and you made them battle it out until there was only one victor (you teamed up with the genie). Chance sparkled at the end of it all, positively brimming with pride.Ā
It reminded you of the first time you fell in love with him. That moment of joy that spread across his cheeks when you played a full campaign with him, and he realized someone actually enjoyed one of his creations. That moment when he called you perfect. Just thinking about it gives you warm butterflies in your stomach.
Call yourself selfish, but you want to know what else Chance has in store. What other creations are in his head that he wants to share? Of course, you love him for everything else other than his campaignsāhis passionate energy, his giggles, his flustered face every time you call him cute, to name a fewābut you love, no, adore his campaigns. Is it a crime you want to know more?
Urged by curiosity, and a want to see your lovable GM, you make your way to your office. When you walk in, you already see Chance sitting at your desk with the D20 right beside his arm. Heās scribbling on pieces of paper scattered around the desk. You see character sheets, sketches, and pages filled with notes. Thereās an intense look of focus on his face. You even see some pages crumpled up and tossed on the floor behind him. You know Chance will clean those up later. The mess isnāt what youāre worried about.
Noticing your presence in the doorway, Chance perks his head up, his eyes smiling brightly behind his glasses.
āHello there, my love!ā his voice radiates with delight.
āWhat are you so busy doing over here?ā you ask, even though you most likely know the answer. You slide your hand off the doorframe and make your way over to stand next to Chance.
āIām working on a new campaign!ā
Yep, called it.
Coming up behind him, you lean down and lovingly drape your arms around Chanceās neck. Your heads nestle close together.
āOoh, can I hear?ā
āWhy, of course!ā Chance beams. āAs long as youāre okay with a monologue?ā
āIām all ears,ā you rest your chin on Chanceās shoulder.
Chance lights up, then moves a few note pages and sketches of his world into both of your views.
āSoā¦ youāre a Guardian of a village thatās rich with magical energy. So rich that even the soil itself can be used as an ingredient for casting spells. All of the energy in the village is āpureā magic, like healing, light magic, and nature based spells. Though, being a place with so much power makes your village a target. To keep any dark forces away, the local spellcasters have harnessed the village's magic to create a protective barrier surrounding it, like a dome, that only the pure of heart can pass through.ā
Chance points to his sketch of the barrier. āRecently though, the barrier has been flickering. An outside force is draining the villageās power. In its weakened state, dark forces have been able to push their way through the barrier and attack the village! Youāve been able to fight off the dark forces with ease, but itās only a matter of time before the barrier completely falters, leaving you and the people to fend for themselves.
āSo, you set off to find the source thatās draining the power. After traveling a bit, running into a few battle encounters, and gathering information, you find yourself at a cave. Walking in, you can already sense traces of the stolen magic. There, you find the villain behind it allā¦ā Chanceās description crescendoes. ā...And, thatās all I got right now.ā
āIt sounds great,ā you say to the wonderful world heās created. āYou sound disappointed though.ā
Chance sighs a little, knowing that you see right through him. āItās just that I have all this build-up of an adventure, but no pay off. I canāt decide on what the final boss should be. Why are they stealing power, how are they stealing it, what powers or abilities for battle mechanics will they have because of it?ā Chanceās head droops a little. āIāmā¦ still trying to figure it out.ā
You can tell from Chanceās expression that heās a bit anxious thinking about this. Itās not that he wonāt figure something out eventuallyāhe always doesābut itās the fact that he wants to find an answer now, and the answer just isnāt coming to him.
It breaks your heart to see him this way. Thereās only one option to fix this.
You softly smile and pick up your head a bit, your arms still around him.Ā
āWellā¦ā your pause makes Chance glance over his shoulder. āWhat if the final boss isā¦ a snuggle monster!ā you lower your voice to a playful growl near the end and nuzzle your face into Chanceās neck. The GM scrunches his shoulders to his ears and lets out some of those adorable giggles you were hoping for.
āStohop, Iām trying to focus!ā he says through his wide smile as you pull your face away. āThat tickles!ā
āI am helping you focus!ā you insist.
Chance chuckles, āThis is focusing?ā
āYeah! Iām helping you generate some boss ideas!ā
āI donāt think a snuggle monster is going to work,ā Chance smiles. āLove the enthusiasm though.ā
You uncurl your arms from the GM and stand up straight to present a new idea. āOkay, okay. If not a snuggle monster, then how about,ā you gasp mid sentence for theatrical effect, āa dragon, whoās draining the village of its pure energy by absorbing it from the villagers themselves! For the way the dragon is stealing the pure magic from the villagers is from absorbing the purest sound of allālaughter!āĀ
Chance leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, a smile still on his face. āNow youāre just pitching me the idea of a tickle monster, arenāt you?ā
Yes, that is exactly what you were thinking.
You shrug. āYou could call it that. But picture this! The Guardian walks into the cave and sees the dragon perched on top of a high rock. Their fantastic red scales shimmer with the magical energy theyāve stolen. The dragon takes notice of the Guardianās presence, turning its large head towards them.ā
You extend and arm towards Chance, inviting him into your imaginary scene. āWhat does the Guardian do?ā
Chanceās smile grows into a smirk. You know he canāt resist a good story. He stands from his chair, truly getting into character.Ā
āThe Guardian says, āHark, dragon! I donāt want to harm you, but if you refuse to give back my villageās power, I will have no choice but to thwart you!āā
Your expression lightens, happy to see Chance playing along. Now you have to keep up with him, like two enthusiastic theater kids performing in a game of improv.Ā
āāA bold claim Guardian, coming into my home, demanding my power that I have so rightfully stolen! I can see the power inside you tooā¦ Yes! Youāre just full of the radiant energy they call laughter!āā You pause to add a visual description. āThe dragon crawls down from their rock, looking at the Guardian intently as they approach closer with every step, circling him.ā Playing up your role, you also approach Chance slowly as you speak.
āāEnlighten me, Guardianā¦āā you lean forward on your toes to be nearly face-to-face with Chance, smirking, āAre you ticklish?"
Chance breaks character to let out an embarrassed giggle. He answers as the Guardian, āāUhā¦ no. No.āā
You lean back on your feet, then take a step back. āRoll me a deception check.ā
āHa! Easy! My Guardian character has a plus ten in deception.ā Chance picks up the red D20 near his papers. āI donāt even have to look at the die to know that itāll succeed. Watch.ā
Chance keeps his eyes on you as he tosses the D20 onto the desk. When he hears that its clatter across the table has come to a stop, he crosses his arms and smirks, never once looking at the die.
āSee?ā Chance grins.
You on the other hand, seeing the number on the die, also cross your arms and smirk, even wider.Ā
āChanceā¦ā your voice rises as you say his name, like you're telling him, look behind you.
Now the manās face drops with concern. āWhat?ā
He spins his head towards the desk, spotting the die.Ā
Itās a Natural 1.
His eyes widen and his arms fall to his sides in a defensive position.
āOh noā¦ā Chance turns to you, already incredibly giggly.
You quickly lean forward on your toes again, like youāre about to pounce. āāLying to me, are you Guardian?āā You take a big step forward to corner him. Chance hits his back on the desk and leans a hand on the surface. His other hand is in a curled up fist, covering his flustered smile.Ā
āāWell, it looks like your fib revealed more than it hid,āā you continue as the dragon. āāTell me then, Guardian. Where are you the most ticklish?āā you punctuate your sentence with a poke to Chanceās belly. The man squeaks and throws his hands up to cover his blushing face.
He lowers his hands to peek at you.
āDohohonāt make me say it!ā Chanceās words are coated in sweet giggles.
āāI wonāt make you say it. But this just means Iāll have to find out for myself!āāĀ
You lunge your hands forward and squeeze Chanceās sides, scribbling into his torso. Immediately, a giggly squeal bursts from Chance and he slams his arms down, curling his head into his chest as bouncy laughter explodes from his mouth.
āThe dragon digs their claws into the Guardianās sides! Theyāre not inflicting pain though, theyāre tickling him!ā you narrate like a G&G campaign. āThe dragon begins absorbing the energy of the Guardianās pure heart through their very adorable laughter!ā
āHeheheHEY!ā he calls out, squirming to the side, āI didn't even gehehehet to rohohoholl initiative!āĀ
āOh, right. Well, the dragon gets to go first anyway, no matter what,ā you quickly make up the rule.
āThahahatās unbalanced! AHA!ā Chance cackles when you crawl your dragon āclawsā up to his ribs, causing him to fold to his left.
āAre you questioning the GM?ā you grin.Ā
āI thohohohought I wahahas the GM!ā Chance wiggles towards the end of the desk. He grips the edge to keep himself standing. āIām the one whohoho wrote thihihihis story!ā he jokes and twists to the side, accidentally leaning too far and losing his hold on the desk. He tumbles to the floor with a thud, landing and facing the ground.
Worried, you quickly kneel down by Chanceās side. āAre you okay, Chance?ā you ask as he flips himself over to face you. The worry inside of you subsides when you hear him still giggling.Ā
He adjusts his glasses and looks up at you with a smile still wobbly from his giggles. āYeah, Iām fine.ā
āOkay, good.ā You ease your face back into a warm smile, which then morphs itself into a devious smirk. āBecause this boss fight isnāt over yet!ā you exclaim with clawed hands that dive right back into Chanceās sides.
He jolts and his joyful giggles return in an instant. āHehehehey!ā he kicks his feet from the surprise attack, but he admires your dedication towards how the show must go on. Instinctively, he begins to curl his knees to his chest, but you put a stop to it by sitting on his legs and becoming a wall between his knees and his torso, allowing you free range to continue your tickle attack.
āThe Guardian tries to flee, but the dragon pounces on top of them! Their tickly claws pull the Guardianās oh so adorable giggles out of them, absorbing their power! The Guardian has disadvantage on their next attack! What is their next move?ā
āI-ā Chance covers his blushing face, giggling sweetly into his hands. He turns his head to the side as if he was about to bury his face into the floor.
āBut the Guardian was too stunned to speak!ā you tease. āThe Guardian forfeits their turn!ā
āNohoho! Wait!ā Chance springs into action. He grabs your wrists from his sides, holding them above him. He tries to stop himself from giggling so he can take a second to catch his breath. āThe Guardian grabs a hold of the dragonās claws, andā¦ and attempts to grapple them, s-so he can negotiate!ā
āHmm, okay then. Letās do a strength check.ā You gently slip your hands from Chanceās and reach towards the desk to scoop up the D20. A wobbly smile and a slight blush across his cheeks still adorn Chanceās features.
You roll the die on the floor beside you. āAh, a seventeen.ā
āHa ha! Success!ā Chance cheers. āSo the the Guardian says-ā
āAh! Not so fast, Chance. You still have disadvantage on your next attack, meaning this grapple is at a disadvantage!ā
Chance curls up into another bundle of laughter. He covers his red face and flutters his feet behind you. He peeks through his hands. āI forgot!ā
You roll the dice again. Looking at the results, you suck air through your teeth. āOooh, sorry Chance. Looks like a five. Your grapple fails,ā you say with your āclawsā out and looming over him, already making your partner sputter.Ā
āOhohoho no!ā Chance giggles in anticipation. Another laughter-filled yelp releases from him when you land on his ribs. His precious laughter returns to your ears as he rolls as far as he can to the side and wraps his arms around his torso, not once trying to shove, or stop you from continuing the game.
You take it as a sign to continue and your slithering dragon voice returns to the scene. āāAh! Looks like you still have some strength left in you. Which means you still have a lot of laughter left inside thatās free for the taking! It seems I need to find a weak spotā¦ I ask again, Guardian, where are you the most ticklish?āā You worm your hands into Chanceās underarms, testing a new spot that earns a cascade of fast paced giggles; however, you already know the answer to your own question.
Chance manages to stay in character with a burst of bold dialogue, āāI am a Guahahardian for the people of thehehehe village! I must stahahahay strong! Iāll nehehever tell! Never!āāĀ
You could melt right there on the spot at the lovable sight, but you have to keep yourself in character too. āāAh, bravery. Foolish really, but admirable. It seems that Iāll just have to find out for myself thenā¦āā
You pause your tickling for a moment to pick up the D20 again. When Chance sees in his peripheral vision that youāve grabbed the die, he lifts up his head from the floor in a playful panic.
āW-Wait! What are you rolling for?ā
āI have to roll if the dragon is able to perceive where youāre the most ticklish,ā you smile and poke Chanceās tummy. He flinches forward and giggles.
You roll the dice near your side and await the clack across the floor to end.
āOh boyā¦ā you say.
āWhat? What is it?ā Chance says in giggly suspense.
You carefully pick up the die between your fingers, holding it in the same position it landed and place it in the palm of your hand to prove that you didnāt move the number. You hold it out to Chance.
Nat 20.
āItās a natural twenty,ā you say with the biggest smirk.
Chance starts giggling wildly again. He holds out his hands in defense over his tummy. āWait! Wait, wait! Can I roll for persuasion?ā
āNice try, but not against a Nat 20!ā Without further delay, you plunge your hands into Chanceās tummy, squeezing and scribbling his most ticklish spot. Chance barks out a loud laugh before his booming belly laughter fills the entire room. This whole time heās avoided the tactic of shoving, but once his stomach is the target of tickles, he wastes no time trying to playfully nab at your hands or pushing them from his tummy. He curls himself forward, trying to wrestle and get a better grip on your wrists, but another squeeze the little chubbiness on the side of his belly sends him back onto the floor.Ā
Chance lets out a snort. He covers his face with his hand for a moment, dissolving into the cutest giggles that makes your heart skip a beat.
āWas that a snort?ā you forget that youāre supposed to be acting like a villainous dragon, lost as you drink up Chanceās smile. āHow cute!ā you nearly squeal.
Chanceās cheeks flush even redder beneath his glasses. āHehehehaha!!! It's- hehehe!! Itās a crihihihitical hit!ā he drops his hand down from his face to continue pushing at your fingers.
āIndeed it is!ā You return to your role as a narrator. āThe dragon, using its keen senses, discovers that the source of the guardianās power is in his belly! The beast strikes down with their claws, digging, vibrating, swiping into the guardianās belly to draw out hordes of the purest laughter thatās ever graced their ears!ā You scribble your clawed hand at the center of his stomach while also crawling your other hand to his ribs, causing Chance to lift himself forward again as he tries to curl up in a ball.
āāMwahahaha!ā the dragon laughs. āIāve truly found the core of your power. And now, your laughter is mine! All mine!āā
Chance grips to your wrists for dear life to hold himself up. āHohoholy Crit! It tihihihickles!!!ā his voice rises in pitch. āOhohokay! OKAY!!! Iām ohohohout! I surrehehehender!ā
Immediately, you pull your hands away from Chance with a smile. Chance slides his hands off of your wrists and plops to the floor. He lies there as he catches his breath and residual giggles trickle from his system.
After giving him a few moments to recover, you gently grab Chanceās arm and help him sit up.
āYou okay, Chance?ā you check up on him.
Chance puts a hand on his chest as he gets out a few more giggles. He nods, āYeah. You got me good.ā
You canāt help but huff out a little laugh at that.
āSo, what happens to the Guardian and the dragon now?ā Chance asks.Ā
āOh, well,ā you think up a quick ending, āHearing the guardianās adorable laughter, emphasis on the adorable, the dragon has a change of heart. They released the guardian and learned that thereās no need to take all the laughter all for themself when they can share it and use it for good. The end!ā
Chance lifts a brow, a soft smile gracing his features. āWhat? Thatās it?ā
āWhat? You didnāt like it?ā you joke.
āThe dragon turns good? Just like that?ā
āOh yeah? Well, what do you have in mind Mr. GM?ā you purposely challenge him.Ā
Chance welcomes the challenge. He grins. āWelllll, I think it should go a little something like this.ā Chance clears his throat. He moves his arms wide with a grand motion, getting into GM mode. The inflection he uses to narrate his campaigns makes its appearance.
āThe dragon is taken aback by the Guardianās laughter! Has the dragon ever heard something so joyful, so pure before? Perhaps theyāve been missing out. As the dragon reflects, the Guardian is given a chance to breathe and concoct a plan! The dragon goes in for another strike, but the Guardian has a trick up their sleeveā¦ā
Chance picks up the D20 from the floor and rolls it. He smiles at the outcome.Ā
āHo ho! And with an eighteen, he succeeds!ā
Chance launches himself towards you. You screech and try to turn and run, but he wraps you in his arms and pulls you close to him. You're already giggling as he sits you in his lap, your back facing his chest. Chance adds a few pokes to your sides that make your heart flutter with anticipation.
āUsing dirt from his village he keeps in one of his pouches as a material, the Guardian casts a spell, shrinking the dragon to a human size he can finally grapple!ā Chance narrates over your shoulder. You can hear the smile growing in his words.
āāItās too late, Guardian! I have already drained you of all of your pure energy! Itās mine now!āā you growl, keeping in character.
āāThen it seems like Iāll just have to take it back exactly how you took mine!āā Chance declares. He wastes no time beginning his tickle counter-attack, pressing his fingers into your ribs and sides. You jolt and a wave of your laughter immediately leaps into the air. You twist and clamp your elbows down, but it does little to help since Chanceās arms are in the way and his mischievous fingers are already skittering in the area.
With your defenses weakened, he repositions his hands under your arms. You squeak from the new tickle spot and kick your legs out.
āChahahance!ā you call his name out through your giggles.
The GM answers you as the Guardian, āāWho is this āChanceā you speak of? Or what is this āChanceā you speak of? Is it a spell? Oh, you sly dragon! Lucky for me, your gigglesāāyour adorable giggles, if I may add. Heheā āare disrupting any incantation of a spell, rendering it ineffective!ā You have disadvantage on all of your next attacks.ā
āAhahahall of them?!ā you squirm to the side as Chance scribbles a hand to your ribs.Ā
āOkay, okay. Just your magical attacks,ā he provides a compromise.
āThehehen the dragon tries to use their strength to shohohove the guardian bahahahackwards!ā you dig your feet into the ground and lean back, but only slightly to act like youāre shoving him. You didnāt actually want to knock Chance off of you while you both were enjoying this moment.
āThen letās do a strength check, shall we?ā Chance pauses his attack. He holds you up with one arm wrapped around your torso, his hand resting right on your belly. Your giggles quiver just by his hand being perched there.
Chance reaches over to grab the D20. As he does, you steal a quick kiss on his cheek. Chance freezes, and a warm blush quickly follows.
āH-hey!ā he lets out a flustered giggle as he turns his red face towards you. āStealing a kiss from the GM wonāt help you get advantage, you know.ā
āIt was worth it to see you blush like that,ā you tease him.
āFlattery will not help you now,ā Chance states. āBut, it is appreciated.ā
Chance continues with the game and tosses the D20 near his side. He reads the number.
āHmm, okay! With a ten, Iāll say that you push the Guardian off your back, but the Guardian quickly swoops to the side and is able to retaliate!ā Chance does as he says, leaning to your left and tickling your sides and belly from there. With another eruption of laughter, you tilt to the side and wiggle out of his lap right onto the floor. You roll onto your back and flail your arms forward as Chanceās tickles follow you down. He straddles his knees above your hips so heās hovering directly in front of you as he delivers his vengeance.
You opt to wrap your arms around your torso and bat at his hands to change your defensive maneuvers. āāCuhuhuhurse you, Guahahardian!āā you try to sound menacing through your laughter, failing even more miserably than the definition of miserably.
āāAre you trying to put a curse on me?āā Chance says in character. He lets out a soft laugh as his shy self the more he looks at your smiling face. āOr are you trying to use a charm spell on me becauseā¦ Holy Crit. Youāre so cute. Your giggles are making me smile,ā he fawns over you with a warm blush. His head tilts to the side as he soaks in the beautiful scene in front of him. Your cheeks flush after hearing his words and you curl your head closer into your shoulder as you sink further into your own giggles.
He could sit here all day, seeing you like this, but he shakes his head out. Heās got a campaign to run. āRight, Chance! Focus!ā he smiles to himself.Ā
He returns to the story, āThe guardian is able to knock the dragon onto their back, pinning them to the cave floor. The Guardian has the advantage, but they have to be careful of the dragonās swinging claws!ā
As if on cue, you reach up and successfully get a ticklish squeeze at Chanceās side.
āH-hehey!ā he giggles and gently catches your hand. He temporarily pauses his wiggling fingers. āYou canāt attack! Itās not your turn yet! Plus, you didnāt even roll to see if you would hit.ā
You use the momentary break from the tickles to refill on air. āTrue, but I didn't have to wait for my turn! I was using my reaction attack!ā
āOh ho ho! Is that how weāre playing it?ā Chanceās glasses almost seem to twinkle at the fact that youāre bringing in other G&G mechanics. He lifts his hands from you to stretch his fingers with his palms out, then he extends his arms out to his sides. His fingers wiggle like his own pair of claws and he looms over you like a monster ready to strike.
You curl your arms close to your chest, giggling at his display.Ā
āāDo your worst, Guardian!āā you declare. You already ball yourself up tighter after your declaration of war.
āOh, youāre asking for it now!ā Chance smirks like a scheming gargoyle. He plunges his hands into your torso, adding more pressure and quickness to his tickles. He switches from spot to spot, skittering in one place and digging in another. Thereās a playful roughness to it that makes your giggles rise and your body twist and squirm.
āThe Guardian can see the dragonās once shimmering scales turning dull. Though, their smile is still as bright as ever. The Guardian can feel his magical energy returning to him, but he needs to find the final source of the dragonās power that will release the village's magic from their control, and stop the dragon once and for all!ā
Once more, Chance pauses and grabs the twenty-sided die. āHe does an investigation checkā¦ā
Your tummy twirls with giggle-filled gymnastics as you await for the sound of the die to finish its roll. He leans over to look at the number.
You see Chance smile from ear to ear.
āOh ho ho! And with a natural twenty, he does!ā
āAnother one?!ā you laugh in shock. You see Chanceās hands bounding towards your belly and you frantically try to wrestle, shield, and shove his hands away.
Your words are drenched by giggly anticipation. āNohoho! Noho! Wait, wait! Cha-AHAHAHAHAnce!ā you scream mid-sentence when Chance pushes through your defenses and scribbles his fingers at your belly. You kick out your feet behind him and playfully push at his hands. He keeps one hand on your belly at all times while his other hand travels along your ribs and sides.
āSorry, my love, but the die has revealed the truth. With an explosion of laughter brought forth from the dragon, the Guardian finally regains the last bits of their magical essence! It seems like the Guardian and the dragon both share the same weakness of their belly being their most ticklish place.ā
āMy behehehelly is less tihihihicklish than yohohohours!ā you claim, pointing at Chance. Your arm immediately clamps down again from fingers wiggling into your underarm.
Chance lets out a shy chortle at your statement. āFair. āBut, since we know each otherās weaknesses, dragon, how about we team up? It appears that you enjoy the sound of laughter, so why donāt you use your abilities for good and join me as a protector for the village?āā
āAhahahand what if I dohohohonāt?ā you sass, reaching your limit, yet still taunting your GM.
āThen itās more tummy tickles for you!ā Chance vibrates his clawed hand into your stomach. You screech and swing your limbs wildly again.
āOHOHOKAY! OKAY! CHAHAHANCE- I- I mehehehean, Guahahardian!!! Iām persuaded! Nohoho need tohoohoo rohohoholl!ā
Chance pulls his hands away and stops, his smile victorious. He moves from your lap and takes a seat next to your side. He ends his story while you recover and let out your remaining giggles. āAnd with that, the dragon relents. The pure magic of the village is saved, and the dragon, now an ally of the Guardian, learns to find joy from laughter without actually having to steal it.ā Chance pauses, an idea clicking in his head. āThe end.ā
A stream of excited giggles releases from Chance. āHehehe! See? Now wasnāt that a more fulfilling ending?ā he gently takes your hand in his and lifts you to a sitting position.
You clutch at your stomach, but a short chuckle and your smile show Chance that youāre happy.Ā
āYou gave the dragon more development. Iāll give you that.ā
āAll thanks to you,ā he beams.
āSo does this mean you have an idea for the final boss now?ā
āHmm, well sort off.ā He rubs a hand to the back of his neck. āThe whole ātickle monsterā bit will have to be cut, heheā¦ But, a villain whoās stealing pure magic because they were never able to experience that kind of affection naturally for themselves? Now thatās a strong motivation I can work with!ā His words become faster the more heās excited, āOh! And maybe there is a dragon whoās a mini-boss that does ally with the party! Maybe they are working for the villain, or maybe theyāre a distraction from the true culprit! Ohoho, thereās so many options now that the doors are open!ā
You canāt help but smile to see Chance happy and with his creative juices flowing again. It wouldĀ honestly be hard for you to simply get up and leave him to it after sharing this time with him. You donāt want to leave his side just yet.
āDo you mind if I help you?ā you ask politely, knowing that building a campaign is an activity Chance holds near and dear to him.
āHoly Crit! Are- Are you kidding?!ā Chance is elated; he puts his hands on his chest. āYes! Please do! I would love that! I may have to keep a few details hidden for when we actually play, but it would make me the happiest GM to be able to share this with you.ā
His reaction makes your heart soar. You gently wrap your arm around his and snuggle close to him. āWho knows, maybe you donāt have to hide those details if we GM as a duo instead.ā
āHmm, now that is something I wouldnāt be opposed to doing with you,ā he says in a flirtatious tone. He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with that blush that says, Iām the luckiest man in the world.
Afterwards, you both stand and grab an extra chair, placing it right next to the one Chance was sitting in. You take your seats at the desk and sit shoulder to shoulder with one another. You exchange ideas, discuss different characters, and brainstorm a campaign well into the night that you know for certain is being made with so much love.
Original request (from @majorheelturn): Sneak / āIām not ticklishā / Baking ā Date Everything, Dorian/your choice (my friend & I have a ship with him & Amir but Dorian plays well with EVERYONE š„°)
Authorās note: Doriaaaan! This was a fun one pairing these characters together! I hope you enjoy Day 5 of Tickletober: Sneak, āIām not ticklish,ā and Baking from Augustās Tickletober list, mine and Gladysā list!, and Nym's Tickleween list!
Series: Date Everything
Characters: Dorian, Amir, Betty, (and a cameo of Maggie)
Word count: 1,894
Summary: Dorian doesnāt understand that he needs to relax, but, fortunately, Amir and Betty discovered a new fact about the personification of the door that they can use to ease his usually tense expression.
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Itās hard to do a job when two people are staring holes through you like termites boring through a wooden doorāand right now Dorian has two ātermites.ā of his own. Dorian is unfazed by a lot of things, but itās impossible for him not to notice Amir and Betty whispering to each other in the corner and glancing at him while he stands his post at the bedroom door.
Dorian grumbles, his patience finally breaking. āHow long are you two going to keep staring at me for?ā he acknowledges them.Ā
Amir and Betty suddenly stop their quiet conversation, like someone had pushed the pause button on them.Ā
Amir responds first. āI am sorry Dorian, but we could not help but notice how tense you look right now.ā
āYeah, we know itās part of your position to be on the lookout, but stiff muscles that never get rest canāt be good for you. Why donāt you relax for a little bit?ā Betty adds.
āIām fine, but I appreciate the concern,ā is all Dorian says in response.
Amir rolls his eyes. āYes yes, we know youāre fine, but wouldnāt it be great to smile more? A smile shouldnāt be rare! It should be always shining, as bright as the sun itself reflecting off a mirror!ā
Betty responds, āWhat Amir is trying to say is that you look so tense all the time, so it would be nice to see you smile and loosen up a little more.ā
āExactly!ā Amir agrees. āI mean, look at you right now. āYour face is all stiff and serious. Itās a problem we need to address.ā
āI donāt know what youāre talking about,ā Dorian replies. āThis is how I always look.ā
Amir exasperates a sigh. āHere, let me show you what I mean.ā Amir goes over to the door, takes Dorianās arm, and pulls him towards the other side of the bedroom. Dorian grumbles as heās escorted from his post and positioned in front of the mirror. Within the reflection, he can see himself, Amir standing with him on one side, and Betty moving closer to join him on the other side.
Amir gestures towards the mirror, more specifically the reflection of Dorianās gruff-looking face. āYou see, Dorian? You are too serious!ā Amir looks over at his friend, āYou see it too, right Betty?ā
The pink-haired woman nods. āI do see it. You have to admit, Dorian, itās great that youāre always standing guard around the house, but sometimes you need to relax too, you know?ā
āWhatās wrong with the way I look?ā Dorian glares, specifically at Amir.
āNothing! Nothing at all!ā Amir answers. āBetty and I just think that a smile would look great on you. That way you won't look so tense anymore, eh?ā Amir gives Dorian a playful jab in his side to punctuate his sentence. Surprising, Dorian flinches and sucks in a breath of air. He latches onto Amirās hand and quickly pulls it away from his side.
āYeah, I get it,ā Dorian releases Amirās wrist. āBut like I said before, Iām fine.ā
Amir only half-processes Dorianās words as he blinks at him; heās still hung up on the fact that Dorian basically jumped when he jabbed him. At first, Amir thought that he may have just surprised him, but then he realizedā¦ Was that a hint of a smile he saw?
Amir and Betty both look at each other. Bettyās look of amusement indicates that she also noticed, and was thinking, the same thing. Amir canāt help but smirk.
āCould it beā¦?ā he finally responds. āCould it be that the stoic Dorian is a little ticklish?ā
Dorian rolls his eyes with a grumble. āIām not ticklish. Simple answer as that. Now, I appreciate you both trying to help, but I have a job to do.ā Dorian walks off, then heads downstairs to change his post.Ā
When he leaves, Amir and Betty glance at each other, both of their minds cooking up a scheme.
āAre you thinking what Iām thinking, Betty?ā Amir smiles.
Betty returns a smile. āOh, you bet I am.ā
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āSo picture this! A crime has just occurred in a bakery and the criminal has hidden the evidence in a baked goodālike a cake, or a pie, or something like that! So my question is this: judging by the facts of the case, what sweet treat would the criminal most likely hide the evidence in?ā
Dorian shakes his head at the riddle. He has his arms crossed as he responds to Maggie the magnifying glassā question.
āSo you want to know what type of food item a criminal could get away with using? Why donāt you talk to Mitchell about this?āĀ
āBecause this is less about the actual food and more so on the inconspicuous properties of the food!ā Maggie clarifies. āIf someone came into the house with a bakery item as a gift, what would look the least conspicuous? Hmm, cake? It could be cakeā¦ā Maggie thinks out loud.
As she speaks, Maggie sees Amir and Betty peek out and then appear from behind the living room wall. They slowly tip-toe their way towards Dorian.
Dorian notices that Maggieās eyes briefly glanced at something past him. āI guess I would have to think about that one,ā Dorian is about to turn his head around, but Maggie quickly pulls back his attention as she yells out,
āWAIT! I've had an epiphany! What if itās the flavor of cake that makes it less conspicuous. Hmm, letās see hereā¦ Thereās chocolate, strawberry, vanillaā¦ā
Dorian replies, sighing, āMaggie, I donāt think the flavor of cake makes any differāENCE!ā He yelps in the middle of talking from Amir and Betty sneaking up on him and driving their fingers into his torso. āGahack!ā Dorian coughs out a few giggles as his body slowly reacts to the realization that heās being tickled.
āWhat are you dohohoing?ā Dorian keeps himself standing in place while he pulls in his limbs a little closer to himself.
āAha! I knew it! I knew you were ticklish!ā Amir exclaims with glee as he drums his fingers along Dorianās side. āYou canāt keep a good secret like that from us!ā
āAnd now that the secret is out, we can see that smile weāve been wanting to see! The giggles are an added bonus,ā Betty mentions as she holds on to one of his arms while her other hand scratches at his ribs.
āI wahahas hoping yohohou would forget!ā Dorian starts to squirm a little the more the tickling continues.
āA chance to make our friend smile? We couldnāt forget a thing like that! We even had Maggie help us with a distraction.ā Betty smiles in the direction of the magnifying glass, āThanks Maggie for your help.ā
āHehe, no problem,ā Maggie beams.
āMaggie?! Yohohou were in on it toohohohoo?ā Dorian wraps his arms around his torso as he can feel in his belly the boiling pot of laughter starting to make an appearance.
āWell, when Amir and Betty came to me with a rumor that you might be ticklish, I just had to see the evidence for myself,ā Maggie says. āNow I have, so it looks like this case is open and shut.ā
āDo you want to give us a hand, Maggie?ā Betty asks. āI bet Dorian has plenty of tickle spots to go around.ā
āI do nohohohot!ā Dorian protests as his body tries to curl inward on itself, nearly causing him to fall backwards to the floor, but heās trying to keep somewhat of his stoic image by keeping himself standing.
Amir explores further up his sides. āLying is not a good look on you, my friend. Weāre just going to find out about your so-called ticklish spots eventually,ā Amir grins, especially when he sees Dorian tightening his arms to himself when Amir reaches his underarms.
Maggie chuckles. āThanks for the offer, Betty, but you two have your fun with it.ā Maggie is about to leave but she stops herself. āSince you said Dorian flinched when you poked his side, try around there. He must be super ticklish there if he couldnāt contain his reaction just from a poke.ā
āMahahahaggie!ā Dorian yells.
āWeāre on the case, Maggie!ā Amir grins.
āOkay, bye! Have fun you three! Let me know how it goes later!ā Maggie speeds out of there before she can get herself in any more trouble with Dorian.
āMahahahaggie wait!ā Dorian calls out to her before he has to quickly shift his attention back to his two attackers that have just been given a major tip. āDohohonāt you even thinkāAHA!ā Dorian jolts when Amir tests a squeeze right above his hip. When the mirror hones in on the spot, Dorian immediately falls to his knees.
āAnd down he goes!ā Amir cheers and pounces on top of Dorian to knock him onto his stomach. Amir lies sideways across Dorianās back.
āAmir!ā Dorian pushes half of his body up on his arms. āGet offāmehehehe!ā Dorian snickers as Amir scribbles into his side again. Dorian wobbles on his arms before completely crashing to the floor and releasing goofy bouts of laughter.
āIāve got him pinned Betty! Get his other side!ā Amir exclaims
āYou got it, Amir,ā Betty kneels down and skitters her fingers across Dorianās side and his back, like she was giving him a tickly massage to loosen the ādown to businessā tension he always has. She also focuses on the spot right above his hips that made him crumble. Dorian bounces with booming belly laughs and slams his fist to the floor. When he makes a singular, higher pitched cackle amidst his continuous stream of āHahahaās, Dorian bumps his forehead into the floor, trying to hide away from the sound he just made. He knows it wonāt be long before his two friends will make a comment.
āMy goodness,ā Amir starts, āIāve heard of squeaky doors before, but a giggly door that squeaks while being tickled? Now thatās a new one.ā
Betty chuckles. āI could get used to this new version of Dorian.ā
Dorian lifts his head. He shouts to his friends behind him, āYohohohou gohohot me, ahahalright?! Knohohohock it off!ā Dorian manages through his wheezes.
āOh well, if we must,ā Amir teases, but immediately pulls his hands from Dorian. He jumps off his back and sits next to him. Betty takes a seat as well while Dorian picks himself from the floor and leans back on an arm to rest.
Betty sweetly pats his back, careful not to startle him again. Amir laughs.
āHa ha! We got you!ā the mirror rubs it in a little.
Dorianās chest rises and falls as he speaks, āYeah, you did. You both performed a well coordinated sneak attack without question. Iāll give you that.ā
āOh good. Then weāll know what to do next time,ā Amir says.
Dorian whips his head in the direction of the mirror. āNext time?ā
āYeah, now weāll know what to do if you're too tense or not smiling as much,ā Betty smiles at him.
Dorian lets out a sigh. He runs a hand through his hair. āRemind me never to turn my back on the bedroom againā¦ā he says. However, he has a soft smile after his words. He has to keep up an image around the house, but instances like these make him realize that unlocking himself for these brief moments are always worth it.Ā
Kanene's notes: Hellooooo!!! Ehehehe, I was going to proofread it but jhgfdfghjfvghj my computer is going to maintanance and I didn't want to wait so kjhgthujk yay!!! Early fic! And a small one too, who knew I still knew how to write those :D Happy new fandom!
Warnings: None! Pure fluff ahead! Around 1.000 words. Ticklish Reader + Ler Mateo
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āOh, you are very cute.ā
Mateo tilted his head, his fingers dancing softly on the expense of your sides, brushing, scribbling, fingertips going back and forth across the sensitive skin, light and gently like the touch of feathers teasing your every nerve. You squeaked, hands burrowed on his comforter, face bright in a smile, uncontrollable giggling falling like a waterfall from your lips.
āMateheheheheheo! Plehehehehease!ā
He chuckled, eyes crinkling at the corners, completely enamored with the adorable vision before him. You kept pleading, yet your hands didnāt ever come even close to push him away, you kept squirming, but each time he hugged you close you only melted more and more on his embrace, snickering, giggling out more and more of those cute sounds that he just discovered essential to his happiness and well being.
āI-I donāt think I can stop.ā You squealed, whether it was because of his words or because of how his playful fingers danced up to prod at your ribs, he couldnāt say, only lighten even further his touch, being rewarded by a lovely snort and a high pitched tittering that had his heart floating and his hands trailing more and more across and in between each bone. āYour laughter sounds so nice, I just want to hear it all day.ā
A giggly whine, your face pressed on his collarbone, hot by your own flusteredness, your breathy snickering hitting his skin and making him want to giggle too, so he did, finally leaning fully on the coach, he held you a tad more firmly, laying back all the way on the soft cushions and letting you rest comfortably on him.
āStohohohohop laughihihihing too!ā
āSohohorry, I really canāt hehelp it.ā
āDohohohohonāt apologizheheheee!ā
āAhalright.ā
One of his hands migrated to your neck, scratching softly on the tickle spot, the other hand forming a claw and unhurriedly brushing his fingertips up and down your back, over and over, drawing spirals, tracing scribbles, barely even clawing here and there on the more sensitive places, catching a guffaw or two while that, then moving away to spread the most ticklish, most relaxing and maddening shivers and tingles across your nerves.
āGood?ā
āYohohohouāre teahahahasing me!ā
Couldnāt he see the happiness shining clear in your eyes? Feel the way you kept pulling him close? Hear the mirth in your laughter? How could this be anything else but good, great, perfect? You took advantage of your position to worm one of your hands under his comforter and squeeze his side, once, in answer. Mateo jolted with a low, surprised bark of laughter before falling into amused, slower chuckles.
āSorry, sorry, I just wanted to make surehehehehehe!ā His hand left your neck to hold your wrist, prying those wiggling, playful fingers away from his ticklish side when the attack continued. You stared at him with shining, mischievously pleased eyes.
āNohoho apologizing!ā
āOhohokay, ohokay.ā He said, tangling your fingers together, blushing, smiling and smiling and smiling. Slowly, he brought your arm upwards, quickly spidering his other hand until it could torment, gently and ticklish, your newly unprotected armpit. At the new target, you couldnāt help but snort, wheezing and trying to instinctively pull your arm down, only to find it still caught in his loving hold.
When an experimental poke on the middle of the pit made you squeal loudly, Mateo let you hand go, tickles once again going to your back. Calmly, he let his hands spider across your shoulders, giving some special attention to the base of your neck, scratching at it, climbing softly to tease with a couple of swipes from his fingertips the back of your ears, enjoying the breathy giggles this brought.
Mateo hummed, kissing your temple, a strange and welcome bout of mischievousness painting his tune. āI hope it does, we would be looking a bit silly if it didnāt, huh?ā
āMahahahateo!ā
Travelling down, he scribbled across your shoulder blades, being extra careful to not focus more than a second or two on the spots right under them, with the way they could really have you shrieking and crackling, knowing that this wasnāt his objective for now.
Your laughter took on a snickery, bright and high, tune as he slid his short nails up and down your spine, uncontrollable squirms appearing here and there, your hands opening and closing on his soft comforter, trying your best to not go and stop his feathery attack.
For last, Mateo scribbled his fingers on your lower back, letting his hands travel enough to tease your sides with a few light pinches that never failed to kick your giggling up a notch, squeaks and yelps mingling successfully with it, only for titters to take over as he went right back to your back, first both of his hands spidering tickles on it, then only his fingertips swirling across it again and again, then only one hand, the other one burrowing itself on your nape, scratching softly at your scalp.
A pleased sigh interrupted the flow of chuckles and titters, the tickling slowly coming to a stop as his hand rested right on the base of his spine, thumb rubbing circles on the spot, fingers sometime curling and uncurling into claws, barely sending small ticklish sparkles on your nerve endings before stopping and let them tingle pleasantly.
When you opened your eyes, adjusting your head just enough to peek at him, you found Mateo asleep, softly snoring. Another stray giggle escaped your lips at the sweet irony of him offering the soft tickles to help you to fall asleep quicker only for the spell to turn right back at its caster. It made you wonder how susceptible he himself would be if your roles were reversed.
The strength to keep your eyes open was becoming more and more demanding and you burrowed your face back right back on the crook of his neck, the softer of the pillows. With a joyful, small smile on your face, you too were quick to fall into a slumber.
You meet Volt at the Breaker Box after helping Eddie fix things for the past few days. He is extra intent on teasing you for not being able to admit that you're clearly attracted to him.
(No spoilers for the ending of their route!)
This is a tickle fic!
(part 2 here!!)
GAHHHHH I'm unwell about this man. This is based upon an interaction that you have with Volt in-game, and a lot of the dialogue is taken straight from the game. But a lot of it is my own, as well! It's basically me going "ok, yes, this happened, but what if then it went on for even longer and Volt got tickly about it?" HAHA because that's how my brain works. So it's like, in-game dialogue in the beginning, then what I wish happened HAHA, then back to in-game dialogue and events to close it out cleanly. Hope y'all enjoy!
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After helping Eddie with behind-the-scenes fixes at the club for the past few days, you felt much more confident coming back during its proper running hours. And, as genuinely fun as it had been to hang out with and get to know Eddie, you were excited to see a certain someone else againā¦
"Live wire! You look ravishing, as usual," Volt greeted you with an enthusiastic warmth as you entered the Breaker Box. "Do we have the pleasure of your company for another evening? Be honest, you enjoyed yourself so much last time you just couldn't stay away. Am I right?" Volt grinned at you.
"The club is nice, but that's not what keeps me coming backā¦" You admitted. You loved the club and its atmosphere. The lighting was beautiful, and it was entertaining to see the live performances of the objects around the house. The real reason you were excited to visit, though, was much more to do with the people running it.
"Is that so? What is it that has captured your attentions, then?" Volt teased. He knew damn well why you were here.
You found it hard to maintain eye contact with Volt as you flushed slightly, focusing instead on how his hair glowed and buzzed slightly. You could feel the energy radiating from it, even standing two feet away from him. "I think you know," was all you said, not wanting to give Volt the satisfaction of hearing you admit out loud what you both knew.
"Do I, now~?" Something in Volt's tone of voice shifted in a way that sent a shiver up your spine, before it was back to its regular playful smoothness. "Perhaps you should enlighten me, just to be sure."
The longer Volt kept this game up, the more you were determined not to admit it out loud, despite the fact that his every word was causing you to blush just a little bit more. "I- uh. I mean. Well... come on, you know!" You stammered out, cursing your inability to match his level of pure flirtatious prowess.
A smirk grew on Volt's face hearing you stutter, as well as a determination in his eyes. He was not going to let you win this. "Mmhmm, but it's so much more enjoyable to hear you say it."
"You're doing this on purpose!" You said petulantly, crossing your arms even as your face was certainly beet red.
Volt was clearly reveling in this situation. "When one has power, might as well use it." He waited a moment for you to respond. But you couldn't come up with anything, your mind rendered completely blank in your flustered state. "You're actually tongue tied. Awww, how sweet." He cooed, then he laughed slightly. You saw something shift in his eyes, pure mischief, and you were suddenly wary of what he might be planning.
"As adorable as this is, live wire, I just don't think I can let you get away with it," Volt said, a new, slightly dangerous tinge to his tone of voice sending another thrill up your spine. He took a single step forward, easily closing the short distance between you and getting right in your personal bubble.
You squeaked slightly in surprise, backing up only to feel your back press against a wall. "Voltā¦? What do you- what do you mean?" You asked, trying to ignore how his proximity was making your brain short-circuit.
"I need to hear you admit it. With your words, out loud," Volt teased, smirking down at you in a way that was downright evil (at least, in your opinion, given how much worse it made the growing butterflies in your stomach to see it).
You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. It was like your vocal cords simply refused to say the particular sentence: 'I'm here to see you, Volt.' You really did try to say it, but it just wouldn't work. Eventually, after looking down and away from Volt's grin, you managed to squeak out a small "I can't."
Volt cooed at you again, causing you to glance back up at his face before quickly averting your eyes again. There was a slight static shock and buzzing on your chin that made you jump a little as Volt gently lifted your head up to look him in the eyes. "You are positively precious, live wire, truly. Perhaps you just need the proper motivation?"
Your eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. You were about to question him on what he meant, but then his hand left your chin to lean against the wall and you felt the static shock of Volt's other hand coming into contact with your side. You jumped again, because of the startling shock, yes, but also because of an entirely different reason. Your eyes widened and you slapped your hands over your mouth to keep from giggling. Volt was tickling you. VOLT. Was tickling you.
You squeezed your eyes shut and curled forward on instinct, trying to shy away from the sensation as Volt wiggled his long fingers ever-so gently against your side. All you ended up accomplishing, however, was butting your head right into his chest.
You could feel the vibrations from Volt's small laugh on your forehead as his fingers began to roam. They traveled from your side, across your stomach, and up towards your ribs.
The electric buzzing you felt every time Volt touched you was certainly not helping. It took the regular almost-electric feeling of ticklishness and multiplied it exponentially.
"Of all the ways I thought you might react to this, this is certainly the most adorable," Volt said. As his fingertips grazed over a certain spot on your ribs, you jolted harshly. He froze for a second, before gently swiping his fingers over the same spot again. You jumped and let out a small squeak, the only sound so far to escape through your hands. "Spark~?"
It took you a moment to process the new nickname. After a moment of hesitation, you slowly opened your eyes and looked up at Volt. One look at the glint in his eyes was enough to send another torrent of butterflies through your stomach.
"Do you want to say it yet? Or shall you laugh for me?" Volt asked lowly, his fingers hovering threateningly over your ribs. Even just this threat was causing the giggles to build up in your throat, and you shook your head frantically, trying with all your might to hold them in.
Volt's smirk widened, and he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Good luck staying quiet, then," he murmured, before scribbling his nails over that particularly sensitive spot on your ribs. You let out a muffled squeal through your hands, and one of them flew from your mouth down to hold onto Volt's wrist. It didn't do anything. He was much stronger than you anyway, but it also certainly didn't help that you weren't really trying all that hard to push him off.
Hushed, almost whispery giggles and gasps were all you allowed to escape your throat. You couldn't hold them in anymore, but part of you was shy about anyone hearing you. Hearing your quiet laugh caused Volt's eyes to widen a fraction. His teasing demeanor melted into one of pure fondness. His small, genuine grin was unbearably flustering to look at. He nearly looked like he had stars in his eyes.
You unconsciously moved your remaining hand from your mouth to cover your eyes. The other one was still uselessly gripping Volt's wrist. He moved to focus on your stomach, and you threw your head back against the wall, barely containing a snort. The ever-present electric buzzing of his touch was really quite the unfair advantage.
Suddenly, the ticklish sensations doubled. You realized that Volt had only ever been using one of his hands this whole time, up until now. Now there were two sources of the ticklish wiggling and buzzing, one on each of your sides. You inhaled sharply before falling into even worse, silent, whispery giggles.
"You are so, so precious, live wire," Volt breathed, positively awestruck by the sight before him. One of his hands crept up to your semi-exposed underarm, where your arm had lifted in order to cover your eyes.
As soon as his fingertips made contact with the spot, you let out a surprised yelp and your eyes shot open, both your hands quickly finding his as you protested. "WAIT- wait wait wait- I'm- I can-" you stammered, your brain too scrambled to find the words. He stopped immediately, letting you take his hands in yours. You watched Volt's expression of pure joy- with a bit of returning mischief- as you tried to plead with him. "Uh-" you tried to continue. It was hard to focus on forming words when Volt looked at you like that.
"Yes, spark? Do you have something to say?" He prompted. His eyes sparkled. You could feel the electric energy still coursing through his hands as you held onto them.
"I-" you tried, but your voice caught in your throat. As much as you tried to will the words out, it was like your body physically wouldn't allow you to speak them. Your eyebrows furrowed. You looked down and let out a small, frustrated growl. "I- I'm trying. I'm trying so hard to say it."
Volt's face softened. He brought a hand up to gently cup your cheek, guiding your gaze back up to his. "It's alright. I understood what you meant, before." His smile was so genuine and soft, completely contrasting his entire demeanor from just five minutes before.
"I really want to say it, though," you whined. "It's so stupid that this happens, my brain just like- puts a block on certain things sometimes."
He gently traced your cheek with his thumb. He stayed quiet, giving you time to sort through your thoughts.
'You're the reason I came here, Volt.' That's what you wanted to say. Try as you might, though, your voice wouldn't allow you to utter those words. Eventually, you managed to squeak out, "It- it's- you. It's you."
It wasn't perfect, but Volt clearly knew what you meant, and his eyes shone with something extremely tender. He smiled. "Thank you, live wire. It truly means a lot to hear you say."
His demeanor shifted back to his regular, flirtatious self, as he stepped back and held out his hand. "The spark is undeniable. And mutual, I assure you." You took his hand and let him lead you onto the dance floor of the club. "I was rather hoping you would come by today. What do you say we enjoy it a little more closely together, hmm? Care to dance?"
"Okā¦ but fair warning, I'm terrible at this," you laughed, letting him pull you in with a hand on your waist, the other clasped in yours. You shivered slightly and held back a smile at the buzzing on your waist again, even though Volt had no mischievous intent this time.
"Not to worry, live wire. It just so happens you're talking to the annual Hollyween Masquerade dance competition winner three years running." He boasted, then his face shifted to contemplation and slight amusement as he continued: "It would have been four, but Wallace is surprisingly graceful after a few caipirinhas." He focused back on you with a smirk. "That is to say, I'm quite an accomplished dancer."
You were clearly still nervous, however. However well of a dancer he was didn't change the fact that you'd only ever properly danced with a partner once before in your life, in P.E. class, in 5th grade. And you didn't think that really counted.
His face softened as he smiled reassuringly. "Just follow my lead."
You felt slightly awkward at first. But you soon fell into the rhythm of the dance, letting Volt guide your movements. As you got into the flow of the music, you stopped worrying how you looked. This was really fun, and you giggled a little as Volt led you through a spin.
"You move quite beautifully, live wire," he complimented softly. "I'm impressed." You looked up to see that this time, it was Volt with the blush on his cheeks. Then he got a playful look on his face. Before you could question what he was plotting, you felt your stomach swoop and let out a surprised noise as he brought you down into a dip.
"Volt!! A little warning would be nice!" You scolded him, but you were laughing, and your face was bright red. You gripped onto his shoulder and hand, your instincts telling you to be careful of falling, but you felt entirely secure in his arms.
He brought you back up, a cheeky smile on his face. "But then I wouldn't have gotten that beautiful reaction! Such a beautiful laugh. Say, where were all those giggles before?" Volt teased, wiggling his fingers just once where they were resting against your side. You squeaked and flinched away, then petulantly smacked his shoulder as you scowled at him. It was really unfair, actually, just how much he could make you blush. It was excessive, honestly. He simply laughed at your reaction, leaning in closer so your foreheads were nearly touching.
"I getā¦ self conscious, I guess. About my laugh. At least when I'm being- well- y'know," you stammered, avoiding eye contact. "I guess I'm worried about other people hearing."
Volt got a playful, conspiratorial look on his face, making a show of glancing around before gently grabbing your chin and leaning in to whisper in your ear. "I suppose we'll just have to find somewhere more private next time, then, hmm?" He murmured.
Shivers shot up your spine, and your face positively erupted into a fierce blush. You immediately pushed away from him, covering your face with your hands. "Oh my godddd you can't just SAY that!!" You whined. This man was INFURIATINGLY flustering.
Volt looked worried for a fraction of a second when you pushed away, but he quickly got an extremely smug smirk as he realized that this reaction was a positive one. "Duly noted," he teased, "we will be revisiting this later, live wire, I hope you're prepared." You simply flipped him off, completely unable to come up with any rebuttal when your brain was short-circuited like this.
He laughed. "Thank you for the dance. It has been a long time since I've had the pleasure of such a gifted partner~. I must admit, I am rather reluctant to let you go, live wire. I enjoyed your company, as always." He held out his hand, and you reluctantly took it, allowing him to graze the top of yours with his lips. It felt like a static shock, sending a shiver through your arm. "But, unfortunately, I must take my leave. The show will be starting soon."
With that, Volt left you to find your seat. He leapt up onto the stage to announce the acts for the night. You couldn't help but think that you wouldn't be focusing very much on the music.
Volt remembers how much you seemed to like it last time he tickled you, and he gets Eddie to join in this time, too.
This is a tickle fic!
(Contains spoilers for the ending of their route!)
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It was the next day after you fixed the faulty wire in the breaker box. You were so glad to see that both Volt and Eddie were alright. And you were so, so happy to see the rejuvenated shine in Eddie's eyes since that frayed wire wasn't holding him back. Eddie and Volt professed their love to you, and of course you reciprocated. You spent a while hanging out with them after that, simply enjoying each other's presence.
Volt was extra flirtatious, always good at making you blush. Eddie had never-ending quips and little sarcastic comments to make you laugh. It felt really nice to spend time with them without any issues dangling over your head to worry about.
Eventually, though, you had to go to bed. The day had been an exhausting emotional roller coaster for you, and it had certainly been even more so for them. Even without the high tensions, being reset always made them feel tired, Eddie said. So you called it a night, knowing that you would be right back there to spend more time with them first thing in the morning.
You lay in your bed, grateful to Betty for being so comfortable. You let your mind wander while you tried to sleep, replaying the events of the day. There was the obvious stress of the power going out and needing to fix the frayed wire, and the subsequent elation once everything was fixed.
But now that the the stress of the day had been thoroughly resolved, your mind kept going back to what Volt had done earlier, before the show started. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered the feeling of his fingers wiggling against your ribs. You grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, hiding your face. Would Volt remember his promise to 'revisit this later'? Or would that particular interaction be forgotten by him, with all the problems that followed right after?
Although you would never admit it to anyone, you silently hoped that he would make good on his promise. Fantasies of what that might look like were what eventually lulled you to sleep. An extra touch here, a flirty wink thereā¦ then endless teases whispered into your ear as curious fingers turned you into a giggling mess.
Once you woke up in the morning, you took an extra moment to get ready for the day. You put just a bit more thought into your outfit than you normally would. You just wanted to look nice for yourself! But, you know, it would be nice to give Volt an extra reason to compliment you like you knew he would. And it was always cute to see Eddie blush.
You certainly didn't have any ulterior motives behind deciding to wear a loose crop top and stylishly baggy pants. None at all. It was mere coincidence how the top exposed your stomach and back, and would be extra easy to slip underneath to reach your ribs and underarms. It was simply happenstance that the low-rise pants let a bit of your hips peek out over them, and would be so easy for someone to inch down and expose more of your ticklish skin.
No ulterior motives behind this outfit whatsoever. That would be simply ludicrous.
After a quick breakfast of some yogurt, fruit, and granola that you threw together into a bowl, you headed back to your closet with the breaker box. You slipped on your dateviators and willed the club into existence. Volt was right there to greet you.
"Live wire! You look electrifying, as usual. Do we have the pleasure of your company for another visit?" Volt asked, a huge smile on his face. You nodded.
Eddie came up right behind him, smirking. "Blink twice if you want me to throw you out so you don't have to sit through another bad act," he snarked, and you held back a snicker.
"Thanks, Eddie, but that won't be necessary," you grinned. You would have sworn that you saw his eyes linger for a moment on your exposed stomach, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. Score.
"The show isn't until the evening, anyway," Volt said as he pulled you inside the Breaker Box. He slipped his hand to your waist to guide you, as he always did, but the static shock of his hand on your bare skin caused you to jump.
You noticed him suppress a smirk as he continued to guide you over to the bar, where Eddie was already headed back to. Volt definitely noticed your slight blush and reaction to the touch. He also definitely noticed your choice in outfit. He was simply choosing not to comment on it. He remembered what had happened the day before, then, you figured. You tried to ignore him as you sat down with him at the bar, Eddie already fussing with the dishes.
There wasn't anyone else at the club, since it wasn't open to the public for a few more hours. The three of you simply chatted. Eddie polished cups and shot glasses to make sure they were perfect for when the club opened later. He also organized little random things behind the bar while you all talked.
Eddie had finished finding things to mess with after a while, and was leaning over the bar on his elbows. Volt looked over at you with a certain gleam in his eye as he said, "Eddie, would you like to know something interesting that I recently learned about our live wire?"
A swarm of butterflies shot through your stomach. This was it, wasn't it? Eddie looked at you questioningly, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips as he took in your flustered state. He looked back to Volt. "What's that?" he asked.
"Our little spark," he started. You tried to suppress your flinch as Volt reached for your waist again, the static shock the least of your worries. "Is incredibly ticklish." He finished his statement, punctuating it with a small twitch of his fingers. You squeaked, covering your growing smile with a hand.
Eddie's gaze snapped back to you, his smile growing ever-so slightly. "Is that so? And we're bringing this up becauseā¦?" Eddie asked Volt, still looking at you, observing your reaction to his and Volt's words. He was clearly extremely intrigued at how your blush was spreading across your face.
"We're bringing it up because," Volt drew out the word 'because,' his voice almost sing-song as he pulled you in closer to him, "Live wire here clearly enjoyed it when I did yesterday. And I, being so gracious, would like to give them what they obviously want."
You flushed and turned to him in protest, ready to defend your dignity. He simply cocked an eyebrow at you and the words died in your throat. He wasn't wrongā¦ it was just so embarrassing.
"Do you want that, spark?" Eddie asked, bringing your attention back to him. He spoke softly, so genuinely that your defensiveness dissipated. You hesitated for a second, and then shyly nodded.
"Yeah, I- I think it's fun," you admitted, purposefully ignoring Volt's triumphant smirk in favor of focusing on Eddie. That was truly the understatement of the century, seeing as how tickling could consume almost all of your thoughts on some days, but you decided that Volt and Eddie could figure out the nuances of this particular interest of yours later.
This was when Volt decided to pipe up again. "They were positively adorable yesterday, they had the cutest reactions to every little thing I did. I swear, live wire is one of the most ticklish things I've ever met." Your blush exploded across your face and butterflies went insane in your stomach. You shoved at Volt's arm.
"Shut up!!" You glared at him, but this only egged him on as he laughed.
"Tragically, they wouldn't let me properly hear any of their adorable giggles. Said that they were too shy with all the people aroundā¦" Volt continued.
You felt a hand on your shoulder. You startled and turned to see Eddie standing beside youā when had he moved from behind the bar?ā with a small smirk on his face. "Well, it's just us here nowā¦" he said. A wave of butterflies washed through you again seeing the gleam in Eddie's eyes.
"Uh, guys-?" You cut yourself off with a panicked squeak as you felt the buzzing of Volt's fingers begin to flutter at your bare sides from behind you. It was so much worse without the protection of your shirt.
On instinct, you brought your hands to cover your mouth again. What you weren't prepared for, though, was for Volt to gently grab your wrists and pull them away. He leaned over with his head on your shoulder, bringing one of your hands to his lips. "Now, now, live wire. It's just us~. You don't need to worry about covering your laugh." He murmured into your ear, sending a flustered thrill up your spine.
Before you could respond, Eddie brought his hands to your stomach, and you bit your lip and scrunched your eyes closed in an effort not to crack. Eddie's movements seemed almost tentative at first, like he was becoming familiar with your reactions. Every little twitch and gasp, mentally noted and stored away. He quickly became more sure of himself, scribbling more firmly on your stomach with his blunt nails.
A strangled sound escaped your throat, quickly turning into uncontrollable giggles. You brought your hands up to your chest as you tried to curl in on yourself, but Volt hugged and held you up with his arms, making sure you couldn't completely block Eddie's hands from their quest to make you laugh.
Then, you felt Volt's fingers begin wiggling again at your side and ribs, where they were previously just holding you. You gasped through your laughter and threw your head back against his shoulder.
You felt the bar stool wobble slightly underneath you, and your eyes shot open with a jolt of panic. Volt and Eddie were there to hold you steady, though, and the slight wobble only lasted for a moment.
"Let's not fall off the chair, yeah?" Eddie laughed, and you flushed bright red.
"Well it's not my fault I can't stay still!! You guys are the ones- who are- this is your fault!!" you tried to defend yourself. You couldn't say the word right now, you were far too flustered.
Volt stood up behind you, keeping a steadying hand on your back. Then you yelped as you felt yourself get lifted off the chair and into his arms.
"Hey!! Where- what-?" You stammered, gripping onto Volt's arm.
Volt smiled down at you as he walked, Eddie following close behind. "Just relocating to somewhere moreā¦ stable, spark," he said, bringing you over to a booth table by the wall. He set you down to stand by the booth, still holding onto your arm, and he sat down sideways on the plush bench. He dragged you down with him as he scooted back. He was leaning against the wall, your back against his chest. He hugged you with his arms again, holding you in place over your shoulders.
Eddie sat down in front of you, leaning forward with a glimmer in his eyes. You started nervously giggling before his hands even reached you, just the look on his face was enough to fill you with flustered anticipation. He paused, and you saw the idea light up in his eyes. The corner of Eddie's lip twitched up a fraction more.
He slowly lifted his hand up, hovering it over your stomach, but never touching down. Your anticipatory giggles strengthened. Just the presence of his hand so near to the sensitive spot was causing phantom tingles all over your midriff, and the butterflies in your stomach were going wild.
"I'm not even touching you, spark," Eddie grinned. You brought your hands up to cover your face, too keyed up to maintain eye contact. Mercifully, Volt allowed you to keep them there. Not mercifully, he decided to tease you about it.
"You can't even look him in the eyes? He's not doing anything. Yet." Volt teased, and you could feel his breath on your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine.
"F-fuck off," you stammered as you blushed. Then you gasped and broke out into frantic giggles as you felt you felt Volt's previously stationary fingers begin to wiggle against your ribs.
Volt tsked. "Now, live wire, that is no way to speak to your loving, adoring, caring boyfriend." Your laughter raised an octave in pitch as Eddie finally touched down his hand as well, scribbling over your stomach and sides.
Deciding to push your luck, you pushed out another "Fuck ohoff!!" through your laughter. You heard Volt scoff incredulously, and you saw something dangerous glint through Eddie's eyes.
"You're really asking for it now, you know," Eddie said, making his point by using a firmer touch for a few moments, causing you to throw your head back in another giggle fit. After a moment of contemplation, you decided there was really only one thing to do.
You looked Eddie in the eyes, gaining control of your laughter just enough to properly articulate it one more time: "Fuck. Off."
No sooner than the final word left your lips, you let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek followed by uncontrollable laughter. Volt's hands had found their way under your crop top, and he scribbled his nails over your underarms. You desperately tried to pin your arms to your sides, to do anything to get his hands out from there, but it was a futile effort.
Eddie stopped his scribbling over your waist in favor of holding your hips down, because you were squirming and bucking so much that he was in danger of falling off the bench.
"Oh my goodness, spark. Is that a bad spot?" Eddie asked, a very amused smirk on his face. You could only squeal in response as Volt found the epicenter of ticklishness right in the center of your underarms, deciding to stay there.
You could only gasp in air before falling back into frantic laughter, trying to jolt away only to be held back by Volt and Eddie's arms. "Ohhhoh my GOHOD-" You laughed out, leaning forward as much as you could only to throw your head back again. It was so bad. It was unbearable. It was exhilarating. You needed it to stop. You never wanted it to end.
Your laughter fell silent as Eddie brought his fingers to your ribs, the combination of the two spots completely short-circuiting your brain. You couldn't think, the only thing on your mind was the electric sensations overloading your system.
After a few moments of your silent laughter, both Volt and Eddie stopped their attack. You slumped as soon as it ended, relaxing into Volt completely, eyes closed. You sucked in deep breaths of air and let out residual giggles as you felt electric fingers card through your hair.
Eddie's hand came up to cup your cheek, and you leaned fully into the touch. "Are you alright, spark?" Eddie asked softly, and you nodded. You opened your eyes to peek up at him, butterflies fluttering through your stomach at the sight of his adoring grin.
Your throat was really dry, you noticed, now that you were able to think beyond the overwhelming sensations from only moments before.
"Um-" you started, needing to swallow before continuing. "Can I have some water?" As soon as the words left your mouth, Eddie was up and back a moment later, with a fresh water bottle from the fridge behind the bar. He cracked open the lid before handing it to you. You sat up and drank more than half of the bottle. You were even more thirsty than you realized.
You closed the lid and set the bottle on the table, leaning back into Volt's chest and closing your eyes as he continued running his fingers through your hair. "You did so well, live wire," Volt said softly, his fingertips leaving pleasant tingles in their wake. You hummed in response and relaxed even more into his touch. You felt Eddie sit back down near your feet.
"Soā¦ are we going to talk about how you clearly enjoyed every second of that?" Eddie asked playfully, and you felt Volt's laugh rumble on your back as you flushed.
You glared at Eddie and stuck your tongue out. "Shut up," you mumbled, and Volt chuckled again. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as Eddie raised his hands in surrender.
"Ok, ok, I won't push it," Eddie said, though you all heard the silent 'for now' at the end of that sentence. Secretly, you hoped they would bring it up again sooner rather than later, if it would result in getting wrecked like this every time.
