Summary: Your partners, Chance and Parker, are hunting you down for revenge for a little stunt you pulled. [THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]
yknow how i said i wont write x reader fics or fics with (y/n)? I lied.
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The best part of being in a polycule? Double the love of a regular relationship.
Parker and Chance were so similar yet so different at the same time, but amongst many things, one of their similar interests was their love for you.
The worst part of a polycule?
Getting ganged up on.
"Come out here, (Y/N), you know the rules!" Came a wild and emphatic voice.
"It's only fair~" Came a warmer more melodic voice.
You chomped down on your lip to keep from laughing, not wanting to spoil your hiding spot.
"You know they're going to find you sooner or later, right?" Dorian said, staring down at you.
You scooched yourself deeper into the closet. "Not if you keep your voice down."
Dorian let out a small huff of amusement, standing still and strong as if he were your bodyguard.
"What'd you do this time to get their attention? You could just ask for attention when you want it."
"Where's the fun in that? Not like turning the board game 'Sorry!' into a strip game and cheating the whole time." You snickered. "Worth it to see them so flustered."
Dorian rolled his eyes. "And they caught on to you cheating."
"Took them surprisingly long."
"Well now you're going to reap the consequences, whatever they may be. Only a matter of time before they check your bedroom closets. It's one of the first places to check aside from under the bed."
You knew he was right but where else could you hide? Might as well try, right?
You heard the footsteps of your partners walking up the stairs and tried shoving yourself further back, despite already being wedged into the corner as far as physically possible.
"It's time to settle the score!" Parker shouted as they waltzed into the bedroom.
"There's no way we're letting you off the hook." Chance chuckled.
You could hear them approach the bed.
"Where are you hiding... GOTCHA!" Parker shouted, dropping to the floor. "Huh. I would've thought for sure under Betty."
"Well I know the next best spot." Chance spoke as he approached the closet. The same closet you were tucked into.
Suddenly the closet door slid open and your boyfriends' mischievous expressions brightened to victorious delight. To your disappointment, they had gotten fully dressed before tracking you down.
“There’s our dear traveller.”
“Or should we say CHEATER!” Parker shouted over Chance’s shoulder.
You couldn’t help your nervous grin at the situation.
“Come on, guys. It was all in good fun!”
“Cheating to get us down to boxers while you sat there all smug and covered?” Chance grabbed your arms and yanked you out of the closet and into his grasp. Your back was to his torso with his elbows under your arms, holding them up so you couldn't protect yourself.
“You had your fun, now we get to have ours." Parker cracked his knuckles with a manic grin.
"W-what are you-?" You stammered. You had an inkling of where this was going but weren't sure completely until Parker grabbed your sides and squeezed.
You would've done anything to muffle the ear-piercing squeal that shot out of you at that moment.
Parker looked surprised though he had a crazed grin decorating his features.
You heard Chance chuckle from behind you.
"I mean, we were hoping you were ticklish, but wow."
Oh, your face was burning.
"D'aw, you're so cute when you're all red." Parker cooed. Chance hummed, seemingly in agreement, which was not helping the blood rushing to your face.
So what do you do when you're in this position?
Deflect.
"Red like your face when you stripped your pants off earlier in our little game?" You summoned all your bravado for a cocky grin to shoot his way.
Parker's face flooded crimson and he sputtered.
Chance snorted. "Oh, you're in for it now." He spoke in a chillingly low tone.
Looking at Parker's blushing face shift from shy and flustered to eager and vengeful? Totally worth it.
"You know, I was going to go easy on you, but I guess that's out the window."
You tugged experimentally on your arms and found that Chance. despite his extreme nerdiness and sedentary hobbies, had pretty strong arms to hold you back.
Parker held up his hands in a claw position.
You desperately had to hold back a giggle fit already just from the anticipation alone, knowing you were totally screwed.
Parker wasted no more time before clawing at your sides.
You yipped and chomped down on your lip, not wanting to give into the mortifying urge to break down into giggles.
"C'mon, (Y/N). We know you wanna laugh." Chance cooed in your ear, prompting you to shoot your shoulder up to cover the newfound sensitive spot.
Parker rested his hands, all ten fingers putting pressure on your sides and lower ribs, and smirked at you.
"What's that goofy lil' grin for, huh?"
You ignored the scorching blush on your face and fluttery feeling in your stomach to shout out your last scraps of confidence.
"You're so dead after this, Park. You too, Chance."
Parker let out a loud cackle. "You are not in the position to be making threats, you cheater. You look like you're gonna explode already." He put more pressure behind his resting fingers and you flinched and inhaled on instinct.
"If you're gonna kill us after this, we might as well have some fun before we die, right?" Chance spoke teasingly before placing a kiss on your neck, so close to drawing out your barely suppressed giggles.
"One..." Chance sang, shooting a glance to Parker.
"Twooooooo..." Parker grinned.
God the countdown was evil.
"Three!" Parker began wildly clawing and scribbling all over your torso. "Tickle tickle tickle!"
You were immediately launched into an unstoppable fit of hysterical laughter. Your arms tried shooting down to protect your ticklish spots but Chance's damn arms were keeping you entirely immobile.
Through your forced mirth you peeked an eye at Parker who was staring back with what could only be described as excited adoration.
"Gosh, your laugh is so darn cute! Gives me the warm fuzzies." His soft smile shifted to a cold grin. "I could stay here tickling you forever. I mean, you definitely deserve it."
You heard a giddy rumbling behind you. Chance was giggling.
"Dahamn, their laugh is contagious." He giggled to himself. You would've been cooing and teasing him for it if you weren't wholly preoccupied.
"So where else is this little cheater ticklish?" Parker ceased his playful assault and you went slumped in Chance's arms.
"Nowhere else." You lied through your teeth. That had been incredibly ticklish but you knew it would be way worse if they found some of your other spots.
"I spy with my little eye, a fibber." Parker tapped you on the nose. "C'mon, if you don't tell us, we'll just have to experiment." He wiggled his fingers and chuckled. You couldn't help but jolt at the sight, your nerves alight with suspense.
"Y'know, Parks." Chance hummed from behind you. "I'm feeling a little left out. Maybe we can move this so I can see their pretty smiling face."
Your face, having started to cool down, resumed its warm red shade from before.
"Oh, how about here?" Parker eagerly pointed at your bed.
"Sounds good!" Chance shifted his hold so his hands were under your arms. You couldn't stop yourself from barking out a laugh, which made your boyfriends grin. "One," He lifted you. "two," He swayed you, "three!" He threw you onto the bed.
As soon as you processed that you were not in the air anymore you began to scramble off until Parker literally jumped onto you on his hands and knees, looming over you so you couldn't escape.
"G-guys, come on, I mean, it was funny!" You sputtered.
"You know what's even funnier? Seeing you puff up like a pufferfish trying not to laugh when you're the most ticklish thing in this house." Parker responded with a grin.
"Is there anything wrong with wanting to admire my two lovely boyfriends?" You cocked your head with your sweetest puppy dog eyes you could muster.
"Well, we just want to admire our partner while they smile and giggle like the adorable angel they are." Chance spoke softly, voice dripping with fondness.
Your eyes glanced between the two of them. They were deadset on your destruction.
"W-well..." Last ditch effort. "I bet I'm not the only one who's ticklish!" You latched your hands onto Parker's sides and began squeezing.
He immediately snorted and burst into hysterical giggles.
You heard Chance laugh in surprise. Yes! This was the way! If you could just get Chance to-
Parker gripped your wrists and forced them above your head with a maniacal grin. "Oh, you really wanna get destroyed, huh? I can definitely do that for ya."
"Seems you haven't learned how vengeful your board games can be." Chance shook his head.
"I like biting things very much." Parker said in a low voice, parroting something he'd said to you when you first met. Then he leaned down and began placing little nibbles all over your neck and ears.
You absolutely shrieked and exploded into helpless laughter. You tossed your head this way and that, trying to escape those insanely ticklish bites.
God why the fuck did teeth tickle so goddamn badly?!
"Crit, you two are both so adorable." Chance chuckled.
"Feel free to join in anytime, Chance." Parker said between bites. Then he took a breath and blew a raspberry on the side of your neck.
You let out another shriek and descended right back into laughter. You kicked and squirmed but there was no deterring Parker.
Suddenly your kicking was put to a halt as Chance sat on your calves.
Then you felt him start to poke at your thighs.
"N-No! Nohohoho noho!" You tried to stop your blabbering but you couldn't.
Parker giggled. "Nice one! New spot!" He looked back at Chance who had an unusually mischievous expression.
"No what? No... tickling right here?" He put more pressure on his pokes, now attacking sporadically over the area.
Your giggling shot up an octave and you wiggled back and forth, trying to distract yourself from the sensations assaulting one of your worst spots.
"N-nohoho no noho nohoho! Dahahammit- stohohop! Fuhuhuck!" You tittered at an embarrassingly high pitch.
He switched to a firm massage of the area and you immediately arched your back and absolutely howled in laughter.
"FUHUHU- CHAHAHAHANCE! DOHOHOHON'T! NOHOHOHO!"
Parker cracked up at your expense. "I didn't know their voice went that high! Hahaha- that's hilarious!"
You felt Chance let up and simply rest his hands on your lower thighs. You finally relaxed and were able to catch your breath.
Damn, you haven't laughed that hard in a long, long time.
"You ready to apologize for cheating? You look pretty destroyed already." Chance said.
After a moment of catching your breath you flash a small smirk. "Probably not. I'm not destroyed yet am I?"
They blinked in surprise. Then Parker shifted to a knowing grin. "Oh? Oh... you're enjoying this, aren't you? Laughing, snorting, giggling while our hands are all over you?"
You face flushed fire engine red and you turned your head to look anywhere but them. Damn. You made it way too obvious.
You felt an index finger and thumb take hold of your chin. Parker turned your face to look at him. He had the sappiest grin you've ever seen. "As if you couldn't get anymore goshdarn adorable."
"Glad to know you love it when we tickle you to pieces and watch you smile and laugh." Chance started gently poking your thighs, sending you into an unstoppable fit of giggles. Your boyfriends grinned.
Parker began lazily skittering his fingers up and down your ribs and sides while talking as if you weren't laughing your head off. "So how do we get the cheater to apologize if they love getting tickled so much?"
"Even if they love this, I think everyone has a limit." Chance switched back to firmly massaging the sensitive muscle, sending you careening head first into a fit of high-pitched laughter. "We just gotta find it."
Parker was face-to-face with you as he spoke. "Oh, I think we'll find it."
Then that fucker resumed his unnaturally effective nibbles along your neck and ears
God, if you thought you were hysterical before, you were absolutely GONE by this point.
Even if you had made an attempt, there was not a single hope for even minutely suppressing the shrieking cackling being forced from your lungs.
"FUHUHUCK! STOHOHOHAHAHAHA- I-IHIHI CAHAHAHAN'T!"
"If you apologize, we'll stop." Chance cooed.
"MAYBE." Parker added between nibbles and now raspberries.
Seemingly not yet satisfied for how utterly hysterical you were, Parker started clawing at your ribs again, though now they were going higher, and higher.
"PAHAHAHARK! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! P-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" You shrieked as his wiggling clawing fingers reached your underarms.
As his digits clawed and raked at the hollows of your underarms you broke completely. Your laughter went silent and tears of mirth fell from your eyes.
You started trying to shriek out something resembling an apology but all it amounted to was silently mouthing 'Sorry.'
"They okay?" Chance said, concern woven into his words as his tickling eased to light poking.
Parker lifted his head from your neck and you were able to get in one wheezing breath.
"S-SORRY! IHI'M SORRY!" You spat from empty lungs.
"Holy crit- did we go too far?" Chance quickly hopped off the bed and approached the headboard, leaning over and observing you with a worried expression.
Parker looked guilty but didn't say anything as he removed his hands from your underarms.
You quickly curled up and focused on refilling your chest with actual oxygen.
Parker stammered. "Shit, I-I didn't mean to-"
"I'm okay." You said finally. You had caught your breath and were once again capable of coherent speech. You sat up and Parker sat on his knees beside you.
You gave a light-hearted chuckle. "Takes more than that to take me out. And I guess I deserved a little bit of that for cheating you two, though seeing you like that was extremely entertaining." You could see them both sag in relief in your return to your joking and friendly demeanor.
"I think you deserved all of it." Parker giggled and poked you in the side. After all that you just endured it didn't take more than that to get you to laugh again, to which your two boyfriends joined you.
"You know, while you two were tormenting me..."
"Giving you what you deserve." Parker corrected.
"Tormenting me." You corrected back, more firmly. "I couldn't help but notice that Chance was pretty chill, meanwhile you, mister," You tapped Parker on the nose. "acted like you were trying to tickle me to my early death."
Parker giggled. "I know how to punish cheaters."
"Well, I think it was too far."
Both your boyfriends looked a bit guilty and sad at that, but that's not what you were going for.
"I think, after all the torment I just faced, I deserve..." you squeezed Parker's side. "A little revenge." You shot a look to Chance. "And if you don't want that revenge to include you, you'll help me out here."
"H-Hey!" Parker sputtered, his face turning pink. He could fight back when it was just you, but with Chance? He knew he was just as fucked as you had been.
"You two are quite the pair." Chance shook his head with a smile. "I'll join only if you two don't gang up on me next."
You gave your best most genuine smile while you crossed your fingers behind your back.
"Promise."
Chance snickered and turned his head to Parker. "Sorry, bud. You were pretty harsh on them."
"W-wait wait wait wait wAIT WAIT-!"
You grabbed and yanked him close, fingers immediately descending onto his sides which had already proven to be quite ticklish.
He squealed and burst into hilariously goofy laughter. He began trying to shove you off, which he would've succeeded at had Chance not come around the other side of the bed and grabbed his wrist. He held one arm up high and then went to town tickling the stretched and vulnerable underarm.
Parker squealed at an ever higher pitch than you did and exploded into cackling.
"G-GEHEHEHET OHOHOUT OF THEHEHERE! PFFTAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!"
"Jesus Christ!" You laughed. "And you said my voice was high? Oh how the mighty fall."
With only one defensive arm to fight off, you were quickly able to find another ticklish spot.
As soon as you began massaging his ribs he went wild, thrashing and screeching and babbling in hysterics.
Damn, he was a cackling babbling mess way quicker than you.
Not that you were.
That'd be embarrassing.
You totally had it together completely earlier.
Yeah.
"Wow, you're even more ticklish than them!" Chance said gleefully.
As much as you wanted revenge, you felt it was only fair to give Parker an out.
"If you say you give up, we'll let you go. But that would require you losing, wouldn't it?"
Chance giggled. "Oh, now he'll never let up."
"I-IHIHI CAHAHAN'T!"
"I don't hear 'I give up', so I guess we'll just keep going forever.'' You sang as you started inching your tickling fingers higher and higher towards his other underarm.
As your tickling went higher, so did Parker's laughter and further did his resolve crumble.
"N-NO! PLEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHORE THEHEHERE!"
While Chance was skittering and poking the underarm he had access to, you decided since massaging his ribs worked so well, you should massage and squeeze the area you had access to.
Well as soon as you squeezed the muscle between his pec and underarm, Parker absolutely screamed in ticklish agony.
"AHAHA! OHOKAY OKAY! IHI GIHIHIVE UHUHUP! NO MOHORE NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!"
You and Chance instantly relented and gave him some space. His arms slammed to his sides and he shoved his hands in his armpits as he rolled onto his back and then side, giggling uncontrollably as he did so.
"Damn, Parker. I think you are more ticklish than me, holy shit." You smiled down at him, admiring his wide smile and laugh lines as he caught his breath.
"Okay, both of you going for my worst spot at the same time is completely unfair."
"It's totally fair." You retorted.
"You okay, Parks?" Chance asked.
"How come you're the only one who hasn't been tickled out of their mind today?" Parker whined with a glare as he began to sit up.
"H-Hey!" Chance held up his hands in a protective stance. "(Y/N) promised not to tickle me."
You held up your fingers, now crossed.
"Okay, crossing fingers is not allowed." Chance said.
"It totally is." You and Parker said simultaneously.
Chance turned to make a run for it but Parker was faster. He launched off the bed and tackled Chance to the floor with you hurrying behind him.
Parker was gripped onto Chance's legs like an ankle weight to keep him from running. You quickly made your way to him and plopped onto Chance's hips, staring him right in the face with a taunting grin.
"I wonder how ticklish you are compared to Parker." You cooed. Chance's face went red. He was always easy to make blush.
"U-uh, well..." Chance looked away with a wobbly smile.
You chuckled. "I think I know the answer." You placed your hands on his sides, fingers pressing firmly into the area. His whole body violently jolted and he sharply inhaled.
"While you're busy up there, I'm gonna go for his feet." Parker said as he began taking Chance's shoes off.
"Oh, crit." Chance covered his flushed face with his hands.
You giggled. "This is going to be fuuuuuun~" You began lightly dancing your fingers up and down his sides.
Chance burst into bouncy contagious giggling behind his hands and you couldn't help but grin at the sound. He'd always had the cutest giggles.
Even through his thick shirt he was giggling up a storm. He reached your hands down to try and slip them under the shirt, grazing over his waist in the process.
"AHA! D-dahahammit." Chance cursed, seemingly annoyed at himself for having unconsciously revealed a weak spot to you.
"Oh?"
"N-no, (Y/N), don't."
You couldn't take those little protests seriously when he had that adorably shy smile of his.
"Right heeeeere?" You began skittering and poking the length of his waist. Chance bucked and squealed before squirming side to side in faster and more hysterical giggles than before.
And when you got his hips, those giggles quickly turned into full on laughter.
And when you began massaging the hollows of his hips?
"CRIT- Nohohohahahaha! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! I cahahahan't tahahake ihihit!"
He was hiding his clearly red face in the crooks of his elbows as he wiggled and squirmed beneath your touch.
I dunno. You seem pretty ticklish to me. Still doesn't seem up to Park-"
"HOLY CRIHIT NOHOHOHO! PAHAHAHARKER!" Chance exploded into loud and deep belly laughter, bucking wildly. You turned your head back to see Parker scribbling his fingers over the bare sole of Chance's foot.
"NOW who's the most ticklish one here?" He snickered.
You let your skittering fingers wander upwards under his shirt to his sides. You laughed loudly at the snort it drew out and the flush that spread to Chance's neck in response.
"You seem pretty bad, but still not quite there." You wandered your hands and quickly found another tickle spot, his chubby belly.
You began rapidly squeezing the soft flesh with one hand while the other hand teased and poked his belly button.
If you thought he was laughing before, he was cackling at this point. That, and also, bucking and thrashing like his life depended on it.
His hands finally flew down from his face to grab and desperately push on your hands currently torturing his most ticklish spot.
Just like your other boyfriend, Chance had a gorgeous smile. And his bright red blush definitely enhanced the overall cuteness.
You and Parker rolled off of him to either side and let him breathe, as he had done for both of you.
For a moment you just laid on your back, head turned to stare at Chance, and stayed quiet, listening to nothing but Chance's panting.
"Okay, are we all even now?" Chance chuckled tiredly.
"For now." Parker hummed.
"I'd say so." You shrugged.
"Did we decide who's the most ticklish?" Parker asked.
"Between you two I think it's a tie." You said. "Parker's spots are more intense, but Chance just has more spots to tickle."
You loved how even that much seemed to fluster Chance. He hid his face in his elbows again and laid his head back.
"God, you two are gonna kill me." Chance sighed.
"I feel like we already did that." You said and poked his side. He immediately caught your wrist and shot you an amused but tired look.
"That's enough for today. We can have another tickle fight tomorrow, but I'm too damn tired after all that."
You chuckled. "Fair enough."
"I can always go for round two!" Parker said sitting up.
Your eyes widened. "Uh, maybe Chance is right and we should do that tomorrow." You smiled nervously.
"You're just scared I'll win." Parker laid back down on the floor next to Chance.
Chance wrapped his strong arms around each of you and hugged you tight.
"Love you guys." He mumbled. You glanced at his face, he looked like his eyelids weighed ten tons.
To be fair, you weren't super energetic either now that the adrenaline had worn off.
Of course, Parker had the energy to run ten marathons no matter what.
"Wanna go cuddle and watch movies downstairs?" You asked.
"I've never wanted anything more." Chance said, planting a quick kiss to your forehead and Parker's.
"Alright! We should watch the Jumanji movies again!" Parker jumped up like he had drank three coffees. "And I'll get popcorn. Oh, and sodas. And candy!" With that, Parker was running down the stairs.
Chance picked himself off the floor and gave you a hand up. "I enjoyed making you laugh."
"Same to you." You kissed his cheek and chuckled as he turned red and started heading down the stairs.
--tickletober, tickletober, tickletober!!! okay since you wanted two requests per person i’m just gonna do both in one ask, but maybe day one (anticipation) with lee!reader and ler!mateo and then request two is day twenty (retaliation) with switches parker and ofc our resident D20 for day twenty, chance? (or y’know feel free to swap the characters and/or prompts around i honestly just love your writing and would love to see you write any of these characters tbh 🤭)--
TickleTober Day 20: Retaliation
~You will not believe how easy this one was to write. Like the motivation just APPEARED, and I am NOT complaining. Thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Fandom: Date Everything!
Switches: Parker Bradley, Chance
Summary: After a rather annoying series of Uno corrections, Chance has had enough of Parker’s smug mouth. He gets his revenge, though two can play a game of such silly sorts.
Warnings: canon-typical language. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“Chahahahance!”
Parker giggled and kicked in the D20’s hold, trying to get away. He was sat in the man’s lap, his denim jacket cast aside to provide access to his ribs.
He and Chance had been playing a game of Uno, and things had been going pretty well. That is, until Parker decided to try and “help” Chance end his losing streak by critiquing every one of the man’s moves. Repeatedly.
Needless to say, Chance got very fed up with him very quickly.
“B-buhuhut ihit wahahas a slohohoppy plahay!” he whined, wiggling and flapping his hands. Chance’s evil fingers were digging into his sides, driving him batty with the ticklish pokes and prods. “I’m hehehehelping!”
“Sure, if you consider being a little shit as helping,” Chance scoffed, giving one of Parker’s bony hips a squeeze. The little squeal he got in return was rather adorable. “Now we’re gonna play my game.”
Parker kicked his feet, cheeks turning a bright, rosy red. “Buhuhut DnD dohohoesn’t hahave good ruhuhule struhuhucture! Ihit— GYEEHEHEhehehey!”
“You just don’t like having free will in games. Shush and let me talk.”
Clearing his throat, Chance began to do what he did best: narrate.
“Deep in the forest, the chatty, rule-obsessed adventurer encountered a mysterious beast.”
Parker groaned, knowing exactly where he was going with the silliness. Sure, he probably shouldn’t have been so nit-picky about the game logistics, but he’d had good intentions! Who wouldn’t want to help their friend get better at things? Though he probably could’ve left out a few of the suggestions…
“He tried to run, but the beast snatched him up,” Chance growled, giving both of Parker’s hips a deliberate squeeze. “The adventurer saw his life flash before his eyes as the beast drew him in, snarling at the thought of its next meal. In moments, he was trapped, sentenced to a giggly doom by…”
“D-dohohon’t sahahay ihit!”
Chance grinned at that, leaning in to speak in Parker’s ear. “A tickle monster!”
The D20’s hands were everywhere in that moment, scribbling and poking and squeezing. It was so beautifully overwhelming; Parker’s brain couldn’t quite compute it all. Instead, he laughed his multicolored ass off.
“CHAHAHAHANCE!” Parker shrieked, kicking his red-and-blue boots against the ground. The other objects could likely hear the commotion coming from the attic, only furthering his fluster and embarassment. “GOHOHOLLY!”
“Dork…” Chance sighed affectionately, unable to keep from grinning at that last comment. Golly? Parker truly was adorable to a fault.
He was having fun bullying the game boy, yes, but he didn’t want to push anything too far. After a reasonable amount of bullying, Chance backed off, giving the other object some space to recover. “All good?”
“Ohohoho myhyhy…” Parker panted, rubbing at his face to try and ease the fuzzy burning sensation in his cheeks. He was blushing, and he had no idea how to fix it. “You are never getting Uno tips from me again, mister.”
“Oh no, I’m so devastated,” he huffed, rolling his eyes fondly. Same old Parker, though he hadn’t expected anything different.
Parker scoffed at his dismissal, clutching at imaginary pearls. “You know what? Turnabout’s fair play in this game!”
“What? What ga— FFFfffuhuhuck! Pahaharkeher!”
Chance yelped, jolting as his sides were suddenly attacked. Parker had all but leaped on him, laying across his chest as he tickled the DM’s sensitive skin. “Revenge!”
Instead of fighting back, Chance seemed to curl in on himself. When it came to being tickled, his fight or flight response sort of gave up on life. He became a pill bug, doing his best to protect himself while making no conscious effort to get away.
And, of course, Parker had to point that out.
“Oh, interesting! I’ve turned the tables, but it seems the ‘brave adventurer’ can’t handle his own game,” he smirked, not even trying to hide his smugness as his fingers attacked Chance’s stomach.
The man jerked as his navel was targeted, a snort slipping past his lips. “PAHAHARKER! *snort* NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He squirmed in place, weakly flapping one hand in Parker’s direction.
Parker grinned at the silly response, loving every second of his payback. “Hmm. Not a very effective strategy, bud. You have to try and fight me off if you wanna get away.”
“SHUHUHUT— *snort* SHUHUT IHIHIT!”
The rainbow-haired man could almost understand why Chance had gone with tickling in the first place. It was rather fun to see the other man smile, hear his pure and unfiltered laugh. Plus, he was warm and soft, which made squeezing his stomach rather fun.
Wanting to try something, Parker’s fingers slowly crept away from Chance’s navel. Before the man could enjoy that reprieve, however, Parker’s lips were on his neck, blowing a horribly ticklish raspberry.
“N-NOHOHOHohohoho! Pahaharker, youhuhu jeheherk!”
Now that was fun. The game boy indulged himself in a few more little attacks on the other man’s neck before he decided it was probably time to stop. One could only push a man like Chance so far before he suffered the consequences of his actions (so he had learned, that is).
“Hoholy crihihihit…” Chance groaned, running a hand down his face as he tried to recover. His entire stomach was buzzing with leftover ticklish energy, and his neck wasn’t any different. “You’re a menace, Parker Bradley.”
“I do what I can,” he grinned, gently bumping his head against the other man’s shoulder. Parker had an annoying habit of being too cute to stay pissed at, and that moment was no different than any other.
Chance looked around the attic, catching the stray glances and chuckles from the witnessing objects around them. “Ugh…wanna go see if Koa is up to hang out for a bit? I could use some relaxation right about now.”
“Ooo, sure! Maybe he’ll even have another vintage Monopoly house! I think there’s even a rumor about a hotel in there somewhere,” Parker grinned, practically bouncing with excitement. It was almost scary, how quickly he could recharge his batteries.
“Alright, fine. No badgering him, though. I don’t wanna lose couch privileges.”
“Fine, but you’re going to convince Telly to put on that board games documentary I saw a few days ago. They had an original Scrabble board on there, and I have to get a look at the tiles!”
Chance couldn’t help but giggle at that, knowing Parker’s obsession with the older games. It was rather cute sometimes, hearing him prattle on about their specifics. “Sounds good, Parker.”
Woooo maaaannn it’s been a HOT minute since I’ve had a roleplay blog, much less a tickle focused one, but the Forsaken fixation hit like the backstab Chance didn’t see comin’!
I’m down for anything, any character, situation, literacy level, you name it! Ah, the thrill the unknown. Who likes knowing the outcome anyways?!
I’m a busy fella, I’ll help you to navigate around here!
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“So what’cha waitin’ for? Come out and take a CHANCE… With CHANCE! Heh.”
