life is too short to deny yourself the things you love. life is too short to avoid asking for what makes you happy. life is too short to pretend that you are normal about tickling
a dude getting all hot and bothered while getting tickled is honestly just nature being beautiful and perfect again. so majestic. rainbows forming sun shining birds chirping type shi
81-year old Alberto Granado on Che Guevara, who travelled across Latin America with him when he was 29 and Guevara was 23 — The Motorcycle Diaries DVD featurette
The first south park fic im making on here! This idea has circulated my head for a while so now im finally doing it!
The people in this: Ler!Mysterion, Lee!Choas (aka Ler!Kenny, Lee!Butters)
This takes place in the south park superhero world! Theres a few episodes where they are superheroes and villains and I think there's a game surrounding it! No one knows each others secret identities in this one! And its a romantic ship in this fic because I love Bunny so much! Let me have my moment, this is my fic, they're boyfriends in it because I say so /lh /j /positive
Anyway!
thats the context for this fic! Mysterion is a superhero and professor choas is a villain! Also there's mentions of other characters in this fic like The Coon aka Cartman and Kyle as himself.
Tw: Some Cursing and this is a tickle fic as are all my fics so if you don't like that please keep scrolling! Thank you :]
With that being said Enjoy!
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We Meet At Last Chaos
Darkness once again fell onto the streets of South Park. There were vigilantes sure, like that of the Coon, but the people of this small town never had a hero before...a symbol they could rely on, someone they trusted to save everyone; that was until Mysterion showed up.
That fateful night on top of the Walgreens roof a true hero finally emerged promising to save the people of South Park! Much like his name his identity was a mystery. His costume helped with that too. A black mask covered his eyes leaving only his mouth uncovered, he wore a dark purple cape with a hood on it up at all times, a green question mark attached to the top of his head, a lavender grey sweat suit with a green 'M' on the front of it, green gloves, and brown boots. While the town was in danger mysterion was always there, keeping his promise one situation at a time.
This stirred the curiosity of a well known south park villain...professor choas. With the news of a real hero on the loose choas came out of hiding. He, along with every other south park citizen, tried desperately to figure out the identity of Mysterion. There was no way he was gonna let some hero ruin everything he worked so hard for.
"I won't let this be like last time! I will find out who Mysterion is and put an end to his heroism leaving nothing but my ruling choas, South Park will rue the day they ever made fun of me! Muwahaha!" Professer Choas finished his monologue in his super secret lair! Or in other words, his gradmas storage until she lets him borrow, crossing out another person on his Mysterion wall, a wall dedicated to finding his true identity.
"Oh man this is gonna be difficult huh?" He said exhaling softly. He wouldn't give up though! Not yet! It had been several days now and people were getting antsy. Everyone desperate to know who mysterion is?! It was driving some mad, thats when The Coon showed up at Professor Choas lair.
"Well well well... look what the cat dragged in! What's the matter Coon, Nervous? Mwahaha!" seeing as the Coon and him are enemies Choas teased him a bit but kept his distance.
"I need a favor!" He spoke in a fake raspy voice "We both hate Mysterion, we need to work together to get him to reveal his identity! To take him down!"
"..." he hummed thinking about it
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend or whatever that fucking saying is! Will you help me or not!?" The Coon spit, having no patience ever.
"...Very well...but if this is some kind of set up!" Choas protested as the Coon spoke again.
"Im the good guy Choas! I wouldn't betray someone!" He smirked as Choas hummed.
"I suppose your right huh?! Okay!" He smiled listening to the Coons plan.
The Coon had this thought out for a while, Professor Choas was unsure about this but he didn't want to go against what the Coon said, so reluctantly, he did it. The Coon forced Choas to make a video and post it to the internet, like a ransom claiming that if Mysterion didn't reveal himself then something terrible would happen to some innocent people.
"U-uh the choice is yours Mysterion!–"
Of course the video spread quickly going viral and reaching Mysterion in no time. The hero took a deep breath, knowing exactly what he needed to do. Climbing out the window of his own hideout he made his way over to Kyle's house, sitting on his bed as the red-head played on his computer.
"Hello Kyle..." Mysterion spoke in his deep raspy voice startling the man a little.
"Wha-? What the?" He turned to see Mysterion sitting on his bed.
"Do not be afraid I mean you no harm"
"Hey...Hey! You're that Mysterion Kid!" Kyle got up from his chair walking over to the bed
"I need help, somebody that can do background checks for me, do some investigating"
"What, Me? Why?" Kyle stood there stunned as Mysterion spoke.
"Because I think you are the smartest kid in class..." he was genuine with his words as Kyle smiled gently before exhaling.
"Who are you looking for?" He got right back in his chair and got to work. Mysterion exhaled in relief grateful that Kyle would help him before explaining the situation at hand.
"I need anything you can find on Professor Choas, his Identity, wearabouts, anything." He hopped off the bed moving closer to Kyle to get a better look at his computer screen. "I have my suspensions on who he is...I just dont know where to find him"
Kyle hummed "It says here that Professor Choas' true identity is belived to be Butters Scotch from my class and he was last spotted by the old storage units down on maple street"
Mysterion smirked "I knew I recognized that hair...thank you Kyle! Your sacrifices to saving south park will not go unnoticed!" He patted his back before escaping out the window without a second to spare, leaving Kyle in stunned silence still confused on what just happened and who that was.
Once Mysterion made it to the units he crept up silently into Professor Choas lair. He took a look at his surroundings before the villain himself spotted the hero.
"AH! Oh Hamburgers! M-Mysterion!" Professer Choas stumbled in shocked knocking over some pens on his desk in the process.
"How did you find my secret lair!?" He put his hands up in defense before Mysterion ran over swiftly grabbing Choas by the collar of his blue shirt.
"You're going to tell me everything you know!" He spoke lowly and moved so quickly it forced the evil one to get a little flustered. He stumbled over his words trying to explain everything but it all came out in what sounded like just panicked mumbles.
"This isn't your usual M-O Choas!"
"Well, I-bubba- I was just... and then The Coon showed up! and he was-a is-a abuduh abdudh...ahhh!"
Mysterion stood there in patient questioning before taking a deep breath. He put two and two together quickly that the Coon made him do this.
"You didn't want to do this...am I right Choas? This isn't you"
The blonde evil goer sighed "I didn't want this...but I-I still want to destroy you!! Bring it on Mysterion! You wont stand a chance!" He held his fists up prepared for a proper showdown. Mysterions face turned serious as he also prepared for the battle.
"Your move Choas"
"Ha! Okay!" Professer Choas ran forward trying to get a punch in but Mysterion dodged it easily pushing his hand away and pinning the villian to the storage floor. He went down with a small thud, thankfully landing on nothing hard just an old carpet lying there that his grandma put away long ago.
"Ah come on! Let me go!" He complained, squirming a little as Mysterion moved to straddle his waist.
"You're not going anywhere Choas! You must deal with the consequences of your actions! You may not have wanted to hurt anyone but you still listened to The Coon and put my identity at risk"
Whining, he tried to apologize "I-Im sorry! Please! Let me gOOHO! AH!" While expecting the worst, Choas was surprised when he burst into giggles. The gentle squeezes to his sides caught him off gaurd as Mysterion began to tickle him, the serious face on the hero turning into the smuggest smirk you've ever seen on a person.
"What's the matter Choas? A little ticklish?~" his smirk only grew as he crawled his fingers up the boys ribs moving to his underarms. Precious giggles and little squeaks ran through the storage unit like tiny jittery echos bouncing off the walls. It was a reminder to the villian that he was once again loosing a battle. On the other hand it was pure music to Mysterions ears.
"For a villain you got the worst weakness of them all Choas! It's so easy to defeat you! Just a little wiggling of my fingers and your down~" he used those said tickly fingers to gently dig into his underarms, causing Choas to pull his arms down quickly with a snort.
"NOhoho! PLeEHheAsE!" He kicked out gently behind him, his laughter carefree and utterly adorable.
"Tickle Tickle Tickle~" Mysterion spoke gently the wiggling only increasing every time Choas squeezed down tighter thinking that would decrease the feeling, it never worked before but he wouldn't stop trying anyway.
"AHAha! No TeHeHEheasing!!" The evil one got a little red at the heros words
Mysterion giggled slightly with him as he finally found a way out of his underarms giving Choas a small break while the hero continued to tease him. "I haven't even gotten to your worst spot Choas, giving up already?~"
Choas exhaled and let out a giggly response "I give uhup! You wihin Mysterion!"
"Too bad~ I'm not quite done with you yet!" His smirk found its way back to his features as he bent down to blow a gaint raspberry onto Choas' stomach, the skin was exposed from the boys shirt rising earlier when he clamped his arms down to fight him off.
"AHAHAHA MYSTEHERIOHON!–"
The hero tickled his sides again as well while blowing another big raspberry directly onto his bellybutton. It felt natrual, almost like he'd done this exact same thing a thousand times before.
"MEHEHERCY! IHIHHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD HAHAHA!" The evil one snorted again, his head already thrown back in uncontrollable laughter.
Mysterion finally stopped, thinking he definitely had learned his lesson by now.
"What did we learn today Butters?"
"Heheh...n-never listen to cartma- I mean The Coon!" He exhaled still catching his breath
"Very good" He smiled getting off of him gently ruffling Butters blonde hair.
"Hey wait! H-How do you know my name?"
'Crap...' Mysterion thought to himself before he sighed "Its only fair, since I know your identity you should know mine, but you can't tell anyone okay?"
Butters nodded waiting patiently for the reveal, sitting up as he did so. Mysterion raised the mask up and Choas gasped.
"Hey Babe" he winked, still smirking at him
"K-Kenny?!" Butters blinked in shock, his ears turning red.
Kenny laughed a little before disappearing into the night leaving Butters to just sit there and process the information he just found out about.
"My boyfriend's Mysterion..." Butters giggled to himself like a love struck teenager, face beat red as his mind replayed everything that just happened, from the tickles to the deep voice he didn't know Kenny could do until now.
"Oh god, my Boyfriend's Mysterion!" He freaked out a little this time, snapping out of the trance as he double processed this fact and that this was really happening right now.
Kenny snickered quietly to himself around the corner of the storage unit listening to all of this through the walls. To him this was officially the best night ever! Kenny couldn't wait for tomorrow at school, it should be extra fun now that Butters knows!
They were on opposite ends of it all, one fought for good, the other sworn to evil...but somehow, it worked! Opposites really do attract.
Hiii guys! The South Park obsession hit me like a truck this summer, so please enjoy this little SFW bedtime fluff scene with Craig and Tweek.
cw// aged up! characters (early 20s)
This is a tickle fic! Don’t like, don’t read.
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Tweek couldn’t believe his luck.
It was 4 AM in Denver, and (like a normal person) Craig had fallen asleep hours earlier. Now (like an absolute weirdo) Tweek couldn’t stop staring at him.
He was lying on his side with his legs curled up to his bare chest. The plaid comforter was hiked up to his neck, but he had unconsciously shifted so his freckled back was exposed to the open air. His hair was adorably tousled, bangs and baby hairs combining to frame his face with a jet-black halo. Craig’s lips were curled into a soft grin, sleepy and content, his lashes fluttering with each rotation of the ceiling fan on high.
Tweek practically yelped in flustered excitement when his gaze fell on Craig’s stretch marks. They emerged from the waistband of his boxers like the tentacles of the last sea anemone on earth, and Tweek was feeling a hell of a lot like a homeless clownfish.
The blond cursed under his breath where he stood, both at Craig for being so impossibly cute and at himself for being such a softie. His frail chest ached with unrelenting admiration, but even in this state Tweek knew he would be a fool to let a vulnerable moment with his tin man go to waste.
He crawled into their shared bed with an impressive lack of grace, managing to step on every pile of clothes in sight like lily pads on a pond. The wind escaped him in a sharp exhale as his back hit the mattress, having fallen next to his boyfriend with far too much force after nearly tripping over a web of charger cords.
Tweek rolled over onto his side, gasping with a violent twitch when his amber eyes met Craig’s cobalt ones.
“AH FUCK!”
The blond was immediately smothered by a pair of warm arms and soft kisses to his temple, a tried and true method to slow his thundering heart.
“Sh-shit, Craig! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were asleep!”
Craig buried his face into Tweek’s chest, groaning in earnest.
“Mmh—I was, babe, until your clumsy ass woke me up.”
The embrace was swiftly returned with a little whine, as Tweek endeavored to find those familiar divots near the base of Craig’s back.
“Oh hush, you grouch!” He tried to tease, though it came out as more of an awkward squeak. “I just wanted to cuddle!”
Craig chuckled, arching reflexively into Tweek’s gentle caress along his spine. The characteristically stoic man couldn’t help the soft little noises that escaped him as Tweek’s slender fingers continued their descent.
“You’re lucky that feels good.” He hummed, nuzzling deeper into his boyfriend’s comparably shallow chest—partially for comfort, but mostly (though he’d never admit it) as a defense against the heat rising to his tanned cheeks.
“Because you are being so fucking loud right now, my love.”
Tweek ignored the insult entirely, instead letting his overactive brain ruminate on Craig’s first comment. His smile grew to occupy a quarter of his pale face as he softened his touch just enough to make his boyfriend squirm—an evil amalgam of mushiness and malice.
“Yeah? That feel good, Craigie?”
Craig grunted lowly as he began to writhe in the blond’s grasp—not enough to escape, Tweek noted, though the larger man was more than capable.
“Oh?! I think you like this, handsome.”
Tweek raked his nails across the bumpy terrain of Craig’s lower back, reveling in the whines and wiggles that grew increasingly desperate as Tweek inched toward his boyfriend’s love handles.
“Fuhuck baby—hehe—you’re tihihickling me!”
Craig’s arms were still wrapped tightly around Tweek’s midsection, his face burning with a blush that the blond could feel even through his tattered sleep shirt.
Tweek gasped in mock surprise, a sharp poke into the fatty pocket of Craig’s torso accompanying his dramatics.
“Oh no, baby! Am I really tickling you? Should I stop?!”
Craig balled his fists behind Tweek’s back and beat gently on his bony shoulders, his final attempt at self-restraint before giving into the giggles.
“Youhouhou ahahasshole!”
Tweek smirked darkly into Craig’s neck. His excitement was far more palpable—and audible—than normal as he practically squealed out every word.
“That didn’t sound like a noooo!!”
Craig whimpered in delicious surrender as Tweek’s nimble fingers found the hollows of his armpits, bubbly laughter spilling from his parted lips with an air of relief.
Tweek was beaming now, coy and cocky, as he indulged in the dampest, hairiest trenches of Craig’s body. He nuzzled his face into his boyfriend’s jaw, letting his stubble torment the dark-haired man’s cheek, his canines grazing the outer shell of his ear.
“All you gotta do is say stop, my love,” Tweek rasped. His confidence was through the roof as his tongue darted forward, licking an all-too-ticklish stripe up the side of Craig’s neck.
Craig groaned against Tweek’s shoulder, his pitchy giggles turning squeaky as the blond dragged his blunt nails over the delicate lattice of his ribs.
“Shihihit—hehehe! Dohohon’t teHEHEase you FUHUHUCKER!”
“Tease?” He cooed, scratchy voice laced with faux disbelief. “I’m just trying to give you a way out of this ceaseless torture!” Tweek giggled, his lips brushing Craig’s as he toyed with him.
“But I think you like this, pretty boy—you haven’t tried to fight me off once.”
For once in his life, the witty man was rendered speechless, his parted lips yielding to uncontrollable laughter and whines. Tweek’s steady, reassuring grasp made Craig all the more squirmy and sensitive as his skin tingled with a lethal combination of residual sleepiness and fresh fluster.
“Hehehehe—Tweehehek! Bahahaby, fuhuhuck!”
“Oh honey,” Tweek hummed—his syrupy sweet voice rattled around Craig’s skull and settled in the depths of his chest.
“You are so fucking cute, I just can’t help myself!”
Tweek grinned—a cheesy, crooked smile that oozed admiration—as his wriggling fingers stilled. His teasy nibbles turned to supple kisses all over Craig’s pink face.
“Hehehe, Tweekers, thahat’s enough!”
He obliged, pressing a conclusive kiss to the center of the dark-haired man’s nose. After a while, he pushed himself back from their prolonged hug, drinking in Craig’s disheveled countenance.
“Was that fun, cutie?”
Craig just grunted, nuzzling his head in the crook of Tweek’s neck.
“Aww, my baby’s so sleepy,” Tweek laughed softly, shifting their bodies so Craig was positioned on top of him, their eyelashes fluttering together.
The blond sighed contentedly, soothed by his boyfriend’s weight. “Go back to sleep, my love.”
Craig raised his head lethargically, a goofy smile tugging at his lips as he cocked a bushy brow.
“Tweek.” He deadpanned (in proper Craig Tucker fashion), “You absolutely cannot tell me to go back to sleep when it was your gay ass who woke me up and tickled the shit out of me in the first place.”
Tweek just giggled again, conceding to Craig’s statement with a satisfied sigh.
“But you liked it, didn’t you?”
Craig smirked from where he rested on Tweek’s chest, knowing damn well that jittery fucker already knew the answer.
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