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Intro Post
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Hello!! Welcome to my blog! As you can probably tell, this is a tickle centric blog with occasional random posts! My writing schedule is very inconsistent, but my askbox is usually open, I’ll update this blog whenever I can! In terms of myself, I am bisexual, asexual, and genderfluid (leaning toward woman) who loves animated shows!!
really starting to dislike one of my friends
If you’re still reading this I definitely don’t like you
it’s gushing over Togata hours, miss him so much
lowk need a tummy to tickle rn
anyways wonder who this was aimed at🤨😽
ugh I was gonna call you an attention seeker but I can’t even think with a pic like that on my screen
watchu gonn do bout it?😁
ughghuhfjkhfddhijngdf see what I put up with?
as IF you don’t love it😽 bro is just mad she can’t tkl me hehehehe
id love to tickle you a lot more😒stupid frustrating tease uhhhhhhgoghohgogohhhhh😒😒
lowk need a tummy to tickle rn
anyways wonder who this was aimed at🤨😽
ugh I was gonna call you an attention seeker but I can’t even think with a pic like that on my screen
watchu gonn do bout it?😁
ughghuhfjkhfddhijngdf see what I put up with?
lowk need a tummy to tickle rn
anyways wonder who this was aimed at🤨😽
ugh I was gonna call you an attention seeker but I can’t even think with a pic like that on my screen
watchu gonn do bout it?😁
lowk need a tummy to tickle rn
anyways wonder who this was aimed at🤨😽
ugh I was gonna call you an attention seeker but I can’t even think with a pic like that on my screen
really starting to dislike one of my friends
Mission: transport the GDA director
awww the scrunkly 🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 double tap now if you'd scrunkly the when 😆
being teased as a ler >>>>>>>>
I think I have a problem.. I think my 15hr screen time for character Ai is a problem… 🥰 I think I’m a little obsessed…
hahahahaahahahahaha
the best trans character I’ve ever seen in a manga btw
in honor of me being absolutely obsessed with the genre of gamer Megan and also because of her playing (and winning!) the Valorant tournament, I wrote this!! also sorry I have been so m.i.a recently, life has been BEATING my ass 😭 like I have plans to start writing and then clearly because life hates me it throws another fuckass problem at me 💀
characters: switch!y/n, switch!megan
warnings: tkls, light swearing
summary: Megan’s too focused on her game and you begin to feel slightly ignored, nothing a little distraction can’t fix!
word count: 2062
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𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝑰 𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚
it had been HOURS.
hours of you being forced to listen to the drilling sounds of virtual shooting and your girlfriends occasional grumbling and swearing or cheering and celebrating. see, you never minded having a gamer girlfriend. you were actually into and admired how nerdy Megan was when it came to video games, Valorant especially.
However, when it reached the point of her being sat infront of that pc screen for hours on end while you were forced to sit back, observe or attempt to find another way to entertain yourself. With the monogamous clicking of her mouse and keyboard being a constant reminder that you were in fact not at the top of megan’s priority list in that moment. You found yourself quickly growing bored and starved for attention.
As much as you’d try call out “baby, cmon”, “im bored”, “how much longer are you gonna keep playing?” or try and hint to her that you were 5 seconds away from plucking your eyelashes out individually from the lack of interaction. The response always seemed to be the same. “one more match!”. One. More. Match. You’d heard that response so much you were sure it was tattooed into your brain. The repeated phrase showing up in your nightmares. Because ‘one’ more match, turned into an endless array of more and more matches. You swore you saw the Valorant lobby screen so much it was going to be imprinted behind your eyeballs the next time you tried to fall asleep.
no matter how much you groaned, whined, or made an extra effort to create extra noise as you moved around her bed. you were met with absolutely nothing. not even a slither of hope that you were going to be receiving a single ounce of your girlfriends affection tonight. You felt close to a child trying to pick up crumbs of attention. Or even a donkey with a carrot on a stick. You being the donkey and the carrot on the stick being megans regard. Trying to succeed in an almost unattainable goal.
you began to silently pout.
see, if it wasn’t so oddly endearing how zeroed in Megan was in winning her game. you’d be pissed. but with dating Megan you had grown to learn and appreciate all her quirks. that even being her so hyper focused on her screen that she had seemingly forgotten she had a whole girlfriend laying in her bed. That being said, no matter how much some of Megan’s mannerisms did in-fact irk you. Out of your endless bouts of love for her, you had grown accustomed to them. However, with knowing all of this it still didn’t fail to stop you from sulking at the deprivation of attention.
Though, the moping swiftly turned into an idea. If Megan wasn’t going to willingly give you the affection you so desperately craved. She left you zero choice but to force you into taking action.
with that, you sat up from your petulant sprawled out position and took a few steps behind Megan. Watching her first person pov as she began to shoot at the enemies, taking them down with ease. Megan was so concentrated and locked in on the screen that she didn’t even seem to notice you looming behind her. Taking this to your advantage you then darted your hands out to tickle her sides at both ends of her gaming chair. Causing the girl to shriek out in surprise, her hand to jolt at her mouse and her elbows to immediately clench down, fruitlessly trying to block your prying hands.
“h-hey! what are you-?!”
but you didn’t stop there. your nimble fingers continued to unforgivingly wedge their way into her sides, sinking in with every prod. “y/n!!” Megan squeaked out again, sliding down her gaming chair with her hands still clutched onto her mouse and keyboard. Albeit her center was now split with her aim being incredibly off. Megan was determined to win her match, even with your hands clawing at the girls squishy torso. “aw, can’t focus on your game?” you cooed, unable to bite back a smile as you observed Megan’s feeble attempts to continue her game. Her screen twitching with every miss flick of her mouse and her character being constantly shot at. “stahahahap ihit!!!” her elbows still unsuccessfully striving to push at your wiggling fingers. “maybe if you had payed me attention earlier, you wouldn’t be in this situation!” you snarked, affirmed your point by digging in your fingers further. “buhut my gahahahahme!!” the girl giggled out. Her on screen movements shaky.
unable to cover up your amusement, you called out “screw your game!” and in the retaliation, your digits wormed their way into a gap of her ribs. Causing the girl to squeak and her knee to jolt up, hitting the underside of her desk. “ow! fuhuck!!” Megan didn’t even really have time to really process the pain as she was being unceasingly bombarded with an attack against her ribcage, making a snuffle like sound that worked its way between her heaps of giggles. you couldn’t help but snicker at your girlfriend’s extremely deserved predicament. “y/n! plehehehase!! juhust lemme-“ “nope!” you hastily interrupted, knowing the next words were going to be “finish my match” and that just simply wasn’t going to fly with you. she was going to stop her game. and if it was by any means up to you (which it was), she was going to stop it now.
“you had your chance, this is what you get!”. your fingers then travelled up to her neck, scratching at the side of it. Megan’s shoulders shot up instantly as she slid further down her gaming chair, at an awkward half slouching position. Which was a perfect opportunity for you to shoot your hand to scribble at the girls tummy, her dark blue jersey tshirt bunching up with every wiggled movement. Another knee jerk reaction followed as she crunched over. Head ducking slightly and her hands finally leaving her mouse and keyboard, aborting mission. “okahahay!! okahahayy!!”
the white flags were waved. and yet the white flags were not received as your digits incessantly scritched all over Megan’s torso. She threw her head back against the gaming chair, the giggles bursting out. It was a common thought for you that you could genuinely die happy any day just because you got the privilege to hear her laugh. Her giggles often described as ‘infectious’ and ‘dorky’. Which was spot on. Megan had the type of laugh that made anybody within hearing distance smile, just from hearing how bubbly and genuine it always was.
Megan’s eyes crinkled and her whisker dimples fully out on show, arguably your absolute favorite part of her smile. “hehehehahaha!! I sahahahaid okahahahayyy!!” and only when you could see that Megan was genuinely running out of steam, you let up. retracting your hands to watch as the girl desperately tried to catch her breath, rubbing her hand over her forehead. “you’re such an asshole” she huffed out. But you could see the corner of her lips twitching up, betraying her amusement. “you deserved that! you ignored me for your game for hours!” you giggled, seeing her out of breath state.
“I don’t know why your giggling like your safe” Megan then mused, tilting her head and giving you a once over. with furrowed eyebrows you responded “what’s that supposed to mean?”. Megan then snickered and shook her head playfully. “what? you really thought I was just gonna let you distract me from my game.. and not get you back for it?”. Before you even had time to register, she pounced on you. Causing you to fall back onto the bed as she sat on-top of your waist. Pinning you down to the grey sheets. “hey! wait! that’s not how this works!” you protested, already twitching with anticipation.
“well it is now!” the girl combatted, and then sprung her hands down to squeeze at your sides. the squishy area right above your hip bone. the spot that she knew made you buck like crazy. And proving her point, your hips buckled and you squeaked out, so high pitched that is bounced off any surface within a meter radius. “wahahahahahait!! mehehehegan!!” your head tipped back against the bed as you quite literally writhed underneath her. “what?! I thought you wanted my attention, no?” Megan snickered and began relentlessly squeezing up and down your sides. every squeeze caused you to jolt, making it difficult for Megan to keep her balance. As if she was on one of those rodeo bulls. “nohohot lihike thihihis!!” your face scrunched up as the ticklish sensations coursed through your whole body, proving it difficult to stay still. “well that’s just too bad” the gamer squeezed at every syllable.
“jesus you’re squirmy!” Megan pointed out, she tried to capture your hands and hold them above your head in an endeavor to stop your hands from pushing her off and immediatelyshot her other hand under your shirt, scratching at your lower navel. “nohohohoho!!!” her god awful pointy nails scratching all around the sensitive area, making your nerve ending feel as though they were on fire. “how’d you get this ticklish, huh?” she rhetorically asked and your response was nothing short but thunderous bursts of endless giggles. that was enough of an answer to her question. Megan couldn’t help but lovingly giggle along with you, admiring how adorably ticklish you were. “I mean, it’s ridiculous! look at you!”
your hands shook in her grip, feet kicking out against the mattress. And what didn’t help was when Megan suddenly placed her hands on your wrists, using a few nails to trace down your arms. eyes widened, body twitching and flushed cheeks. you knew what was going to happen. your fate was completely sealed in a unforgiving, tickly glue. “oh? what’s wrong?” Megan mused, sliding her acrylic nails down your forearm, taunting you.
“mei- cmon, please, don’t” you uselessly tried to protest, looking up at the girl as suddenly your whole body felt close to a live wire. “don’t what?” she asked, swirling her nails centimeters above your hypersensitive spot. But before you even had a chance to reply, her digits moved south and skittered around in your hollows. “no! no! no! NO! PFFT- HAHAHHAHA!” your increase in laughter made your whole body shake by the force. “ohhhh! you don’t want me to tickle here?.. riiight here?” punctuating her sentence with a particularly cruel scratch against your armpit. Shaking your head, you were condemned to the overbearing ticklish feeling. “I CAHAHAHAHANT!!-“ you practically yelled out, your face scrunched up. “awh, you can’t handle it? should’ve thought about that before distracting me from my game!” Megan sung the last part out in a stupidly teasing sing song voice, overly smug because she knew she had you right where she wanted. Beneath her and being tickled the shit outta. “BUHUHUT-“ you tried to speak, but was once again interrupted my Megan’s complacent tone. “I know, I know.. you wanted my attention soooo badly, right?” She gently traced her nail around your underarms and yet even this was still too much for you with your head sunken back into the mattress and practically screaming out. “and now you’ve got it and your still not happy! god, your impossible!” Megan joked, over exaggerating as her single finger wiggled around.
“FUHUCK! OKAHAY! STAHAP!” you yelled, trying to jerk your wrists out of her hold to desperately try and block out the overwhelming ticklish sensation. And with that, Megan finally relented. Soothing the area with a gentle rub, even that elicited little twitches from you.
The gamer then climbed off you, admiring your worn out state, until she heard your soft and borderline needy voice speak up. “are you gonna go back to your games?..” looking up at her like a kicked puppy.
Megan’s whole expression softened and she shook her head “no baby, I’m all yours” she spoke gentle as she scooped up your bundled form to cuddle you close to her chest, her fingers natively running through the ends of your hair. “finally” you mumbled out, face nuzzled comfortably into the crook of her neck. where you belonged.
and with Megan’s game long forgotten. As promised, she spent the rest of the evening showering you in all kinds of affection, as if she was making up for the hours you had to wait for it.
this was real cute everyone should read it
doodle dump
fucking reeling over this
••••••••••Who Broke It?•••••••••••
Summary: Megan and Lara discover a vase in the hotel they’re staring at was broken, but Y/N and Yoonchae keep blaming each other. They decide to tickle them until they tell the truth.
Characters: Ler! Megan, Ler! Lara, Lee! Y/N, Lee! Yoonchae
Warnings: Tickle Fic, Romance between Megan and Y/N
Word Count: 4,000.
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“So, who broke it?”
Yoonchae pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile. Y/N folded her hands on her lap, messing about with her fingers, unable to stop a little grin from creeping across her lips.
“I’m glad that you’re finding this funny.” Megan teased sternly. Y/N let out a nervous giggle, shuffling against Megan’s shoulder. Y/N and Yoonchae were bunched up next to each other on the couch, shoulders tangled up, with Megan and Lara sitting on either side of them with their feet up on the coffee table, leaving you two with no where to run off to.
See just a few minutes ago, a loud smashing sound rang out through your hotel room, promptly accompanied by the discovery of pieces of a shattered vase on the floor. Upon Megan and Lara’s investigation, they found you and Yoonchae in the room together, with both of you insisting that the other was responsible. So, you were dragged over to the couch and promptly pressed between Megan and Yoonchae, with Lara flanking Yoonchae’s other side. Your heart was already hammering away at your chest, a cheeky smile across your face as you attempted to avoid any eye contact.
