#ticklefics

[tickyclicky]

I know damn well everyone has seen Kpop demon hunters, so where is the damn tkl art and fanfics

[crimson25]

Having fun

By crimson25🖤💙💚💜

Alastor switch X Anthony/angel dust switch

Synopsis: This is an alive version of Alastor and Angel dust tickle fic. I got the idea from a cute video where Angel makes Alastor laugh and he calls him a silly boy. The comic is by genisis. it’s on YouTube and the video is called “Alastors human days”

Summary: Anthony is feeling playful but Alastor won’t get off the phone. Well Anthony has ways of getting what he wants.

Triggers: a bit of Alastors psycho killer side comes out but other than that this is manly a fluffy tickle fic. If that’s not your thing then please don’t read.enjoy🖤💙💚💜

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Alastor had been on the phone for about two hours with this girl named mimsey and Anthony was over it. He had been able to keep himself occupied for a while, but now he really wanted Alastor’s attention. He walked up behind the couch he was sitting on.

Alastor on the phone: And yes dear that’s really how it happened, I can’t……quit….. put it….into words…..Anthony darling what are you doing?

Anthony proceeds to climb over the couch and latch onto Alastors‘s back, wrapping his arms around al’s torso and nuzzling his face into the back of his head: Mmmmmmmmm I’m your little koala.

Alastor surprised but welcomes the playfulness: pfft AHAHAHAHAHA get off me you silly little- I’m sorry dear, I’ll have to call you back *hangs up the phone* Anthony what are you doing my dear boy? I was in the middle of a conversation. I don’t have time for your silliness.

Anthony smirked, mischievously: oh yeah, well too bad, I want to play.

Anthony started to scribble his fingers all over Alastors sides and nibbled on the side of his neck.

Alastor giggles and tries to pull his hands away: wait wait wait wahahahahahait hahahahaha Anthony stohohohohohop!

Anthony grabbed his wrists in one hand and wrapped his legs around his waist to keep him in place, continuing his ticklish torment, going up to his ribs: oh ho ho the oh so professional radio broadcaster is ticklish, well now I have to explore.

Alastor shrieked and kicked his legs out: aaaaahhh ahahahanthony dohohohon’t you dare!

Anthony’s fingers spider crawled up to his armpits and started to wiggle in them wildly earning him cute boyish laughter: hehehe oh I do dare and these armpits of your look like they need my attention. Or maybe your cute little tummy?

Anthony moved his hand down to Al’s stomach, pulled his shirt up and started swirling his index finger around his bellybutton. Alastor was losing his mind he was desperately trying to get away but not exactly stopping him. Deep down Alastor was starting to have fun.

Alastor pulled hard at his wrists: ANGEL NOHOHOHO NO NOT THEHEHEHER!

Anthony laughing along with Al: Heheheheheh oh using my pet name are we. Somebodies getting desperate. Ok ok I’ll stop. *Anthony’s fingers slow to a stop but he doesn’t release his grip* But there is one last spot I want to try.

Alastor was taking in as much air as he could as the last of his giggles spilled out. A tickle drunk smile plastered across his face: Anthony i-if yohohou don’t release mehe right now you’re going to regret it. I’m not a man to be trifold with.

Anthony teasingly : oh don’t worry smiles heheh it’s just one tiny spot.

Anthony raised his free hand and started to trace his fingers over the shell of Al’s ear and all the little bumps and crevices inside his ear. The reaction was immediate.

Alastor hysterically: AAAAHAHAHAH NONONONO NOHOHOHO NOT MY EAR HAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Anthony: hahaha I knew it!

Anthony blew into Alastor’s ear earning him a cute squeak. Alastor finally broke out of Anthony’s hold and landed on the floor on all four catching his breath.

Anthony:hehe wow Al, I didn’t know you were so ticklish, I might have to do that more often. *Al didn’t respond * Al?

Anthony started to get worried, maybe he pushed him too far. Alastor slowly gets up. He speaks slow and ominous as he turns around to face angel, accompanied by a very wide smile.

Alastor smiling widely: oh Angel, you want to play? Well now it’s my turn. You have ten seconds to run and hide before the tickle monster gets you.

Anthony’s eyes went wide. Oh shit Al’s serious.

Anthony: wait Al wait let’s talk about this.

Alastor: what’s there to talk about. One!

Anthony started to giggle as he climbed back over the couch: No Al wahait.

Alastor: better hurry Angel. Two! The tickle monsters hungry. Three!

Anthony ran into the hallway trying to think of a place to hide. He chose the hall closest. Cliché, I know, but he panicked. He pressed his back to the wall and covered his mouth. He could hear Alastor counting down.

Alastor:Nine! TEN! I’m coming to get you Anthony!

He laughed sinisterly as he made his way through the downstairs of the house.

Alastor: oh aaaaaagel, where aaaaare you……..I’m going to find you.

It took everything in Anthony to keep his giggles down as alastor passed by his hiding place. Alastor had never been this playful before. He was terrifying but in a fun kind of way. Anthony waited a few minutes to make sure Al was gone before he left his hiding spot. He silently made his way to the staircase.

Anthony in his head: if I can just make it upstairs, I’ll be safe.

He took one step on the stairs and a loud creek could be heard through out the whole house. Shit! Anthony looked around to see if he was spotted and made direct eye contact with Alastor. The fireplace eluminated Alastors eyes with a sinister red. His toothy grin looked almost gold. 

Alastor darkly: heh heh heh found you.

Alastor took one step forward and Anthony bolted up the stairs with Alastor quickly following behind him.

Alastor: running away only makes it worse. Why don’t you stop now and I’ll go easy on you. 

Anthony giggling: nohohohoho way.

Anthony managed to make it to their bedroom before Alastor and shut the door. He held the door knob, so Alastor couldn’t get in.

Alastor tries to get in the room: oh ho you think you’re safe in there? Now you’re making the tickle monsters mad. Open the door darling.

Anthony: Nohohot happening. You’re not getting in here.

Alastor laughing: heheh we’ll seeeeee

Alastor walked away. Anthony started to back away from the door, giggling at how absurd this all was. Alastor was chasing him around acting like the damn tickle monster.

Anthony in his head: what the fuck! It’s ok it’s ok you’re safe here ok you’re sa-

Alastor:Boo!

Anthony:AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Anthony nearly jumped through the roof but Alastor was quicker. He wrapped his arms around Anthony and started dragging him to the bed.

Alastor: HAHAHA gotcha!

Anthony: hohohohow did you gehehet in here.

Alastor: My dear did you forget that our bathroom connects to our bedroom and the hallway.

Anthony: you scared mehehehe I forgot. *Al pinned Anthony to the bed, straddling his hips with his arms above his head* Al wait wait plehehehease I’m sorry I’m sorry. 

Alastor darkly: who’s Al? The only ones here are you and the tickle monster. And he’s hungry!

Alastor growled and started nibbling and bitting on Anthony’s ribs.

Anthony: AAAAAHAHAHA OH MY GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO AAAAHAHAHAH.

Anthony tried to squirm away but Alastors grip was iron tight.

Alastor: heheh my my angel you are positively delicious and you make the most delightful sounds. I wonder what other sounds I could get you to make. *he looked over Anthony’s body. His shorts and thin t-shirt wasn’t going to provide much protection* Where should we try next my darling?

Anthony catching his breath: I-I’m nohohot helping you.

Alastor: Hmmmm I guess I’ll have to pick myself. Hmm let’s see if this cute tummy is as ticklish as mine.

Alastor held both hands in one and with his free hand he started to scribble random shapes into his tummy. Anthony arched his back and started squealing with laughter.

Anthony: AAAAAA AHAHAHA AL NAHAHAHAT THERE!!!!!!!

Alastor laughed. Anthony’s laugh was so infectious, he didn’t want it to end: Hahaha I think the next spot I’ll try is right up here.

Alastor’s fingers crawled up to his armpit. That’s when Anthony’s struggling became more persistent.

Anthony: Nohohoho Al no nohohohot there ahahahanywhere else but thehehehehere.

Alastor teasingly: Oh ho ho not there? Why? This wouldn’t happen to be your death spot, would it?

Alastor started to circle his armpit.

Anthony desperately tried to pull his arms down: Hehehehehe nohohohoho!

Alastor: oh I think it is and I think you love it when I do THIS! *Al dug his fingers into the center of Anthony’s armpit* Tickle tickle Angel.

Anthony screamed so loud, Al thought the windows would break. His scream dissolved into frantic cackles. He bucked his hips but Alastor stayed on top. He quickly stopped, seeing it was too much for him. He leaned in close.

Alastor: ohohok my darling I’ll stop but I’m taking a page out of your book and doing one last spot.

Al let go of Anthony’s wrists and turned around to face his feet. Even though Anthony was definitely ticklish there, he had no energy to stop him. And he kind of didn’t want him to.

Alastor: I have to get these pesky socks out of the way.

Anthony giggling like crazy: wahahahait Al dohohohohon’t!

Before Anthony could say any more Alastor took them off, revealing bright red nail polish on Anthony’s toes.

Alastor: aww angel. You painted your toes my favorite color. That’s so cute.

Anthony covered his face with his hands feeling embarrassed: shut up, I am not.

Alastor starts to tickling up and down Anthony’s soles and toes, eliciting the sweetest giggles Alastor ever heard: hehehe yes you are. Listen to those adorable giggles.

Alastor had done a pretty good job at restraining Anthony so far but had made one fatal error. When he had turned around he positioned himself to where his feet were right next to Anthony’s hands, which just fallen down to his sides. This gave Anthony’s a perfect opportunity to scribble his fingers over both of Al’s feet, causing him to squeal. In one quick motion, Alastor pulled his legs out from underneath him and plopped down on top of Anthony

Alastor laughing: yohohohou sneaky little shihihihihit.

Anthony : oh that’s not being sneaky, this is being sneaky *He quickly squeezed up and down his ribs and sides* Tickle tickle tickle tickle.

Alastor turned over onto the bed and off of Anthony, slamming his arms down to protect his sides. Alastor:HAHAHAHA! Why you little-

They continued to tickle each other for another 15 minutes before they were both breathless and out of energy. Their shirts had been torn off during the wrestling. Anthony started to crawl over and wrap himself around Alastor’s body.

Alastor:yohou better not be trying to start something.

Anthony looking up at Alastor: heheh I’m not just trying to get close…… that was fun.

Alastor:……yeah…. You and I both know I’m not really fawned of physical contact but today was really fun. I think I’d like to do this again.

Anthony smiling, pulling Al closer: hehehe sounds good to me. I’m gunna love randomly attacking you.

Alastor: oh ho do be careful darling you don’t want to evoke the tickle monsters wrath again.

Alastor tickled Anthony’s back for a few seconds causing him to wiggle a bit.

Anthony: hehehehey I thought wehehehe were done for now?

Alastor chuckling: I’m sorry my darling, I just couldn’t resist. I’m done. *he closed his eyes and started to rub Anthony’s back giving the top of his head a kiss* I love you my angel darling.

Anthony: I love you too.

Anthony kissed Alastor’s chest. Another ticklish feeling spreading through his body. Alastor covered them both with a blanket and they both drifted off to sleep.

The end🖤💙💚💜

I hope whoever reads this had a good time. Feedback is always appreciated. This fic randomly popped into my head and it was so strong I had to make it. I really had fun with this one.

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon (Part II)

(read Part I here!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Ler!Vaggie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

First: MAJOR thank you for all the sweet notes and feedback on Part 1 of this fic! I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response, and it really made my week! So grateful to be part of this lovely community 💕

As promised, here is part 2... This one gets a little more intense than the last, but it's still all for fun (and Al can handle it 🤭) So excited to share it with you all!

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Vaggie is never quite sure what she's going to find when she hears a commotion elsewhere in the hotel - especially when it's coming from the direction of Alastor's room.

But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her girlfriend pinning the most powerful overlord in Hell to the floor, tickling him to hysterics.

"Uhhhh..... Sweetie?"

"He won't tell me where he hid it!"

Vaggie just takes it in for a second. "So you're tickling him?"

"How else am I supposed to get it outta him?!"

"That's an... unconventional method, babe."

Charlie pauses her assault to shoot her girlfriend a deadpan look over her victim (who merely remains sprawled out on the floor beneath her, using his reprieve to take in as much precious oxygen as possible).

"You think I'm stupid enough to threaten real harm on The Radio Demon?"

That remark draws a maniacal little chuckle from the crumpled heap.

"Doesn't sound very effective," Vaggie observes.

But Charlie is too busy growling taunts at her victim again, tazing him in the sides. "Sorry, did I say something funny, giggles? Huh?! Did I?"

Vaggie can't help but smile herself at how hard it is for her girlfriend to keep a straight face during her "interrogation." She pokes and prods and scribbles all over the poor man, until his distinctive cackle echoes from the ceiling. And then she sits back on her heels, practically beaming with delight as he continues to shake with residual giggles.

At one point Charlie flashes her girlfriend a goofy grin. "I really think I'm wearing him down."

"Oh yeah. Absolutely, babe." Vaggie leans back against the doorframe with a smirk. "He really looks like he hates this, doesn't he."

As Charlie goes after his ribs again, Vaggie tilts her head. "He's lost his weird radio buzz."

"Oh!" Charlie abruptly clasps her hands to her chest, eyes wide with sudden worry. "Are you okay, Al?"

"Heh - yes, yes, of course..." While he is indeed too drunk on laughter maintain his usual tinny radio filter, the tiniest hint of a wheeze still edges his voice - which surprises Alastor himself more than anyone. His evil cackle is, after all, one of his signature intimidation techniques, and it's never affected his voice before.

But the uncontrolled, helpless hysterics Charlie's had him clutched in is very different from what he's used to. For all his practice intimidating his victims with a well-timed chortle, it appears his genuine laughter is rather rusty.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Still breathless, Alastor can't help but chuckle at that too. "...Y-you are aware of what an 'interrogation' is, right?"

Charlie's look of concern drops to a mild glare.

"Alright, babe. Step aside." Vaggie curls a dangerous little grin of her own. "I'll handle this."

As he sees Vaggie striding toward him, Alastor scrambles to sit up. "Wait, wait- Vaggie, dear, can't we-" He presses backward, only to find himself cornered between the couch and the coffee table. "Er- can't we talk this over?"

Vaggie crouches down. "You wanna tell me where Angel's speaker is?"

"No."

Fingernails are crawling up both sides before he even registers movement. Poor Alastor is clutched over cackling within seconds.

Charlie may be a surprisingly effective ler, but it quickly becomes clear who taught her: Vaggie is ruthless.

"Get his tummy, that's his weak spot!" Charlie chirps, not even bothering to hide her delight any longer.

"Chahaharlie!!"

Alastor actually feels a spark of legitimate panic as Vaggie's nails find their way to his upper belly, tracing along the lower edge of his ribcage, sending his laughter silent for a moment.

"Hey, if you really want me to stop, you can just tell me what I wanna know."

"YOou cahan-" (gasp) "-PRY it from my-" (brief giggle fit) "-cold, dead-" (wheeze) "-fingers!!"

"Yeah? I'll show you cold, dead fingers..."

Alastor feels a hand slip under his shirt.

"AaaaAAAHH! No, no, Vaggie don't!"

"Oooh, this is a good spot, isn't it?"

"NO don't do that- please please please..."

"What? You don't want me to do this?" Her fingernails skitter across his bare tummy. The poor man can't remember the last time he laughed this hard at anything - which, for someone who literally hasn't dropped his smile for decades, is a pretty high bar to clear. And he's gotta admit, it's the best he's felt in weeks.

"Don't kill him," Charlie pipes up, "I still need him to help run the hotel after this."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Vaggie leans in close. "I'm just gonna keep tickling this sensitive, vulnerable, unbearably ticklish little belly, up and down, over and over, on and on..."

The surge of radio static induced by this one sentence is so intense that it leaves Alastor's own voice virtually incomprehensible for several seconds. He tries to summon a shadow creature, a tentacle, anything, but he's so disoriented the shadows dissipate before they can be directed anywhere.

And that's finally what breaks his resistance. Being rendered helpless under Charlie's fingers is one thing, but being unable to use his powers at Vaggie's mercy is considerably more unnerving.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Vaggie lifts her hands off him, though they remain hovering just a few inches over his torso.

It takes a solid minute for Alastor to catch his breath. "For heaven's sake, you could've just asked me..."

Vaggie scrunches her fingers in the air a couple times, causing the radio demon to fold up like a lawn chair.

"Ack! Nonono I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!" He fights back a fit of nervous giggles.

"Ten seconds to spit it out before I go borrow Nifty's feather duster."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You think you can threaten me with cleaning tools? Don't be ridiculous..."

"Five seconds." Vaggie turns to Charlie. "Hey babe, have you tried his ears?"

A little squeak of microphone feedback. "13th floor hall closet, second-to-top shelf, under a dead rat."

Charlie recoils. "Ew! Al!"

"Pardon, two dead rats." As Vaggie withdraws her hands Alastor sits up, brushes himself off, and reaches for his microphone. "Second one came along as I was arranging the first, and... offered to help."

Charlie just stares at him in horror as he stands and twirls his mic with his usual classy flair, the very picture of eccentric elegance - as if he hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes being reduced to a hysterical mess on the floor.

"Is there any point in warning you not to pull something like this again?" Vaggie mutters, more to herself than the demon.

"No. But you can if it makes you feel better." Alastor grins and offers a hand to Charlie as she gets to her feet. "That was a lovely chat, my dears. Next time I need a good laugh I'll be sure to commit another petty theft."

Charlie rolls her eyes as he turns on his heel and strolls off.

"And let me know if you need help finding the batteries for that speaker," he tosses over his shoulder.

"OH you little piece of-"

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This was such a fun fic to write! Hope you had fun reading it too.... let me know what you think!

💜 - Cozy

[sashacutiw]

Coinbomb tickle fic! (NOT A SHIP)

It started when bomby was bored.

"Oh gosh, what a annoying day.." Bomby said with tiredness and bomby decided to take a rest

Then coiny walked and said "Hi bomby! How you doing?" Bomby sadly couldn't reply to coiny due to tiredness

In coiny's mind:

"Geez, bomby couldn't reply to me. Oh! I know what to do with him!"

Coiny came up with an idea and decided to blow raspberries on bomby's armpit, making bomby get the tickles

"HAHAHAHA, COINY- WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEHEHEHE????" Said Bomby.

Coiny won't reply to bomby, and then coiny tickles bomby's belly. Making bomby's most ticklish spot

"COINY, IT TICKLES!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!!!" Bomby couldn't breath in laughness. Coiny still tickles bomby's belly.

"You wouldn't reply to me, huh?" Said coiny. Then coiny tickles bomby's feet.

"AAAAAHH!!! COINY, PLEASE STOHOHOHOPP!!! IT'S TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!!!!" Bomby would explode with laughness if he can't stand with the tickles.

Coiny came up with an idea and tickles bomby's fuse.

"EEK!! I'M MORE TICKLISH ON MY FUSE!!! PLEASE STOHOHOHOHOHOPP!!! I'M GONNA EXPLODE OF LAUGHNESS!!!" Bomby almost exploded on laughness, and coiny decided to stop tickling him.

"That was fun! Wasn't it?" Coiny said to bomby. Bomby became dizzy after this

"Yes, you sweet little monster.." Bomby said with dizziness, and coiny became a little confused after this.

"I'm not an monster?" Coiny said with confusedness. After that coiny and bomby played together till the end

[flamingoarts]

Alllriiight. You know this can't end without Duddy getting his revenge. Finally. (-After many failed attempts-)

That's what tastes soooo sweet! ~ FGTeeV (Book series)

Sweet sweet revenge. Vincent was thinking, he's tried to get revenge so many times. But..er..well.. tickle attacks. Haven't been treating him right.

The other day at the mall. He got tickle 'wrecked' RIGHT in public by Samantha.

And again.

Again.

All at different places.

Was it embarrassing?

Okay yea but that's not the point.

"Heheh..I'll definitely tickle her back.."

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"Okay well. Maybe not in public this time"

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Vincent 'hobbles' downstairs. "Honeyyyyy! I hurt my knee..again." He 'whines'.

"Seriously?" Samantha walks over. "Sit." She says.

Vincent sits down, so Samantha leans down to check his knee, but right as she does Vincent grabs onto her sides and falls forward off the chair and rolling them over, he then starts tickling her.

"AHAHAH-! HEHEHEHEYHYY! YOHOU LIHIHIEHEHED!" Samantha yelped.

"It was the only ACTUAL way to get you back." He says.

"NOHOHO IHIT'S NOHOHOT! YOHOHOU'RE JUHUST BAHAHAD AHAT IHIHIT!" Samantha laughed.

"Am not!" He said.

"Ahahare tohohohoo!" She laughed.

"Fine fine. Maybe I AM but I still got you right now!" He tells her before stopping.

"Ihif you lie again the next thing you'll be doing is REALLY crying about your knee instead of being able to laugh it off." She says in her no nonsense tone.

He gives a nervous chuckle. "Alright alright. I get it." He says.

"Good." She rolls her eyes.

"Heh I love you.." He says.

"Whatever. I love you too." She says back too him with a smile before hugging him. "Even though you still shouldn't have lied."

"Heh I know I know I'm sorry."

"I'll forgive you if you do the dishes tonight."

"Ffiiiiinnnnee."

He heads off to the kitchen to do the dishes for the night.

The end with that one too! My gosh lol

[rwateringcan03]

the last of us wlw ler! ellie x lee! reader fic?

Hey! Yes ofc! Sorry it took a little while, I was trying to find motivation😭

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The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the dilapidated buildings of the old city. You and Ellie had spent the day scavenging for supplies, your laughter mingling with the heavy air as you joked about the previous night’s tense encounter with the Infected. Ellie’s spirit was a lifeline for you, a reminder that joy could be found even in the worst of times.

As you settled down for the evening on a faded, moth-eaten rug inside an abandoned apartment, the weight of the day pressed down on your shoulders. Ellie had discarded her pack to the side, sitting down against the edge of the dusty, beige bed in the room. She seemed relaxed to be by your side in that moment, but she was never fully relaxed. She didn't allow herself to be.

As you both sat in silence, exhaustion clinging to you both, Ellie glanced at you, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

She then spoke up.

"What’s wrong?" she teased, crossing her arms over her plaid shirt, her tone playfully mocking.

You chuckled, shaking your head, unable to meet her gaze. "Just tired, I guess. Can't wait to get back to Jackson."

“Oh, come on! We’ve been through worse.” Ellie nudged you with her shoulder. She seemed more playful tonight, unlike every other night. "You remember when we got lost while on patrol a few winters ago? That was fucking insane."

You couldn’t help but smile at the memory, but there was something about her playful tone that made your stomach flutter—a thrill blended with the underlying tension you both danced around. You leaned back, trying to hide your fluster, and sighed dramatically. “You're happy tonight. Well- more playful."

"Maybe I’m just happy to be with you," she replied, that mischievous smirk growing wider. “Or maybe you just need a little cheering up.”

Before you could even reply, she suddenly lunged at you. She managed to swiftly pin you down to the musty floor, straddling your hips. Her fingers wiggled in the air like a puppeteer ready to tug at the strings of a marionette. You tried to squirm under her, but she was suprisingly heavy.

“Ellie please, please please- no no no no-” you pleaded as she pinned your arms above your head with one hand. She looked back down at you, her using her pointer finger to trace along your jawline.

"You've always said you weren't ticklish," she teased, her auburn hair falling a little infront of her face. "But you're shit at hiding things."

You were just about to snap a reply back, but she was already going for it. The moment her fingertips made contact with your sides, you erupted in laughter, the sound reverberating off the walls. “NOHOHOHOOOAHAHAHAHA!!!” you squealed, trying to squirm away, but she was relentless. Her fingers switched between one side to the other, squeezing, spidering, poking...

"Your laugh is so cute." She teased, her fingers now drilling into your ribcage. Your laughter spiked, now trying to buck her off.

She didn't like that.

Suddenly, her fingers began to trail to your underarms.

Shit.

"ELLIE- Ellie ellie pleahehehehehease..." You desperately pleaded, giving up on squirming. But Ellie just smirked. And didn't say a word. She was just thoroughly enjoying you laugh. Her fingers eventually made their way to your underarms, and without any hesitation, she began to drill her fingers into the soft skin.

You lost it.

Each ticklish brush sent jolts of uncontrollable laughter through you. You couldn’t help but squirm and twist, your eyes watering from laughter, yet your heart felt lighter with each fit of giggles that erupted.

"OKAY- HAHAHAHA OKAY!! ” you cried, breathless, mirth spilling from your lips uncontrollably. Ellie finally relented, pulling her hands away and collapsing back beside you, both of you breathless and grinning.

But then came silence, and the air felt thick. You turned to her, hypnotized by her profile illuminated by the dying light, the remnants of your laughter echoing faintly. “You’re, uh, really good at that,” you said, a mixture of embarrassment and admiration flooding through you.

"Yeah? I’ve had a lot of practice tickling Joel,” she replied matter-of-factly. “But you’re way more fun. You’re cute when you laugh.”

Your cheeks flushed at the unexpected compliment, and you felt an electric charge in your gut. You considered your next words carefully, the intimate moment hanging between you two heavy with unspoken emotions. “You know, it’s moments like this that make everything feel… manageable,” you finally said, your voice softer.

Ellie turned to you, her gaze piercing, filled with intensity. “Yeah. It’s nice to not think about all the horrible stuff for a change.” Her expression shifted, the playful flicker replaced with something deeper, an understanding that surged like lightning through the air.

You then got an idea. Maybe El needed some cheering up too. Before you could say anything, she was onto you.

"Don't fucking think about it." She warned.

You smirked in response. You'd get your revenge. Eventually.

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[wishitweresummer]

The First Fight (Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Word Count: 2509

(Part two to Dream Tickling Class~~)

(Check out a comic I had commissioned for this!!!)

It had just been so much fun tickling Dream. The hilarious wheezes were still ringing in George's mind as he laid in bed scrolling on Twitter. He was supposed to get up early in the morning so he was the first one to leave their little hang out on the living room. But now, sleep evaded him.

Just a few hours ago Dream had been pinned under Sapnap and George and tickled silly. Sapnap had shown him most of Dream's spots and how to tickle them. And now, George couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the adrenaline running through him. He imagined his friends were still hanging out in the living room and suddenly missed them. Strange, considering he had spent years without their physical presence. But right now a few hours felt like too much. A quick peek on Discord showed him Sapnap was active and Dream was not. Okay...that didn't give him anything. He pushed out of bed and headed back to the living room. He could be tired tomorrow, but right now he wanted to hang out with his best friends.

George found Dream alone in the living room. It looks like he hadn't left the floor from earlier, but was sat with his back against the couch watching TV.

His fingers twitched as Dream's laugh from earlier echoed in his mind. Yeah...he wanted to hear it again. He leaned over the back of the couch and stared at Dream's unsuspecting head of curls. Silently, he thanked Sapnap for giving him all the information he needed to wreck Dream. George jumped over the back of the couch and landed on the cushions on his knees with a loud 'oof’. Dream startled at the movement, and then crumbled into surprised squeaks and giggles as he felt hands grab onto his shoulders and squeeze where the muscles met at his neck.

"What?!", he squawked as he tumbled to the side and George climbed on top of him, forcing him onto his back. "George!", he cried out and burst out laughing as the skinny fingers dug roughly into his sides and ribs. George leaned over him, snickering meanly as Dream squirmed under him.

     Sapnap should have been more clear with George about how much of a rare event getting Dream pinned today was. Also, George should have been able to look at Dream's size compared to his own and realize how dangerous his playful surprise attack really was.

     It took Dream a few seconds for his brain to catch onto what happened. Once he got his bearings he scooped George's small wrists together and flipped their positions. The movement was so fast and effortless it left George red-faced and sputtering. Dream sat there for a second over George, pinning him in place with one hand like nothing, as he let the last of giggles out.

"You little shit.", he shook his head and chuckled in amusement. George's eyes went wide as he tugged helplessly at the firm hold on his wrists. His arms were stuck above his head.

"Dream...", he trailed off nervously.

"Alright alright. So you want me to find your spots now right? Is that what this is about?", Dream teased, leaning in close to George's face with a dangerous smirk. George flushed darker and squirmed.

"Dream!", he squeaked and could only shake his head 'no' over and over again. His flustered state apparently leaving him with only the ability to utter Dream's name like an idiot and nothing else.

     A piercing shriek cut through the air as Dream squeezed George's side.

"Whoa!", Dream giggled as George broke down into frantic laughter, trying and failing to squirm away from the offending hand as Dream tickled up and down his side. "God, you're fucking ticklish.", Dream murmured. George wailed, the embarrassment gutting him.

"Dream!,", he shrieked and bucked his hips uselessly.

"Okay okay let's see...", Dream made a claw with his hand and vibrated it against the side of George's ribcage. George's body convulsed like he was being electrocuted, and then he threw his head back and cackled wildly. Tears prickled in his eyes.

     "Jesus...", Sapnap whispered to himself, watching from the doorway. George was loud. He had been drawn back out of his room with all the noise and was now secretly watching the scene play out. He had been trapped under Dream's merciless fingers enough times that the fear alone kept him from making his presence known. But, George's hilarious cackling and flustered appearance was keeping him from leaving entirely. He watched as Dream seemingly focused in on George's upper ribs and high pitched shrieks were torn out of the older boy. Sympathy...yeah Sapnap was feeling a bit of sympathy at George's predicament. He knew how hard it was to get himself out of Dream's hold, and looking at George's thinner frame he figured it was actually impossible for him.

     "I'm sorry I'm sorry!!!", George begged. No matter how much he squirmed or bucked Dream hadn't budged an inch, he had barely even acknowledged George's attempts to escape at all.

"Where's your worst spot Georgie?", Dream sang lowly. He decided to test his own. Dream jabbed some pokes across George's jumping tummy, sending him into hysterical giggling.

"Stahp!!!", he cried. Dream smiled and shook his head, slipping his hand under George's shirt and wiggling a finger into his bellybutton. George crumbled into little wheezes and giggles. He shoved his red face against his arm in embarrassment. Dream hummed. While it was very cute, it was not a death spot.

     Sapnap was filling up with a weird mix of jealousy and an instinct to protect George. Dream was going to find George's death spot without him? Some ridiculous voice in his head shouted about how that should be an event that required all roommates to be present. He watched as George's legs spasmed and kicked desperately at the ground while Dream explored his bare stomach and sides. George’s giggles were filled with squeaks and hiccups. The soft flutter of butterflies within Sapnap’s tummy grew angry as he took his first step into the room, but his sense of justice was driving him. George stood no chance against Dream, so he would help.

     George saw Sapnap before Dream did. He whined at the position he had been found in. It was enough to actually make him turn his head and close his eyes, embarrassed he couldn't cover up the heat burning through his cheeks. But, his eyes snapped back open at the sound of Dream's squeal. He pulled his suddenly free arms back down and wrapped them around himself. Dream burst into laughter on top of him.

"Are you bullying Gogy?". Sapnap was crouched down next to them tickling Dream's sides and stomach. The surprise attack was enough to send Dream tumbling off of George.

"He is!", George gasped out gratefully, still recovering from his tickles. Sapnap pressed Dream down onto his stomach and climbed onto his back, then he grabbed George's arm and tugged him over.

"He started it!!!", Dream yelled out, but crumbled to giggles when Sapnap started pinching at his hips. "He did!!!". Dream squirmed as he tried to blindly fight off the tickly hands.

"Kind of.", George grinned sheepishly and wiggled a finger into Dream's side, drawing out a squeal. "I couldn't sleep so I came back out, but then Dreamie was all alone and didn't hear me come in so I wanted to tickle him.".

"Alone? You're cra-AH!", Sapnap was cut off as Dream bucked and tossed his body into George.

"Hey!!", George cried as Sapnap's weight hit him and they both went down and tangled together on the ground.

     A frantic energy wound through them as Dream pushed himself up and leaned over them. In a panic they both started to clumsily try and get away, but got caught up in each other. Big hands descended on their ticklish sides and stomachs and they both burst out laughing. A chorus of both raspy and crazed laughter mingled as they squirmed. Dream grabbed Sapnap's ankle, but he flipped around roughly enough to shake his grip loose.

Sapnap grabbed Dream's arm and yanked him down, sending him collapsing down on top of them with a yelp. George shrieked and laughed as he was crushed, taking the opportunity to dig into Dream's sides and make him yelp again, puncturing through his bubbly laughter. Dream grabbed George's sides and shook him, causing him to cackle. He reached over to grab Sapnap and do the same thing, but squealed and curled back over George when he had tickled into his stomach.

     Dream pushed himself up with an arm between the two so he wouldn't keep crushing George, but Sapnap stupidly jabbed into his ribs. He jerked to the side and fell fully across Sapnap with a cry. Sapnap gasped out and flailed, trapped under the bigger body. It only took George a second to recover and realize his opportunity. He sat up and grabbed a hold of Sapnap's thigh, tearing a scream out of him.

"Whoa!!!", George giggled excitedly as he watched Sapnap smack lightly at Dream.

"Get off me!!!", he yelled, panicked. Dream smirked at George approvingly. A few more pinches and squeezes to both of Sapnap's twitching bare thighs had the youngest in stitches. Sapnap cursed his basketball shorts, jealously surging for George's sweatpants or Dream's flannel pajama pants. George's evil fingers played with his kneecaps and pinched the muscles above them. Sapnap screamed with laughter, shoving and slapping at Dream's body on top of him helplessly.

"He hasn't confirmed it, but my theory is that’s his worst spot.", Dream giggled as he watched George's hands.

'Worst spot.', Sapnap's mind yelled. Maybe this is how he could get them to stop.

"We don't know…George's worst spot yet!!!", he screeched, laughter still forcing its way out of him, his body jerking at the maddening touch down at his legs. George furrowed his eyebrows at Dream's curious gaze. The look was intense and sent a shiver down his spine.

"No, we don't...", Dream murmured dangerously.

Dream suddenly moved back onto his knees, releasing the smaller boy that had been trapped under his body. Sapnap's body snapped like a whip at George, pulling him down, twisting him, and pressing him on his back down to the floor.

"What the fuck!", George cried as his cheeks flooded with a flustered heat. Does he weigh nothing to them? Sapnap was still trying to catch his breath, straddling George's waist and nudging Dream with his shoulder.

"Get his hands!". Dream obeyed happily, moving above his head and grabbing both of George's hands. He lifted them up and George squeezed his eyes shut. Cursing himself for letting himself become helpless again.

"Alright.", Sapnap clapped his hands together. George opened his eyes again, not wanting to be taken by surprise. "So it's not his tummy, sides, or ribs…right?", he looked at Dream for confirmation. George whined, realizing Sapnap had seen more of his torture from earlier than he thought. Dream averted his gaze with a small laugh, realizing the same.

"Right...", Dream agreed sheepishly.

George considered just blurting it out. There's no way they weren't going to find it. He squirmed as Sapnap's eyes trailed his body. He knew he was screwed either way. He shrieked as he felt a hand latch onto his thigh.

"Hmm...here?", Sapnap grinned as George burst into his crazed cackles, the jealousy from earlier being sated.

"No!!! I'll tell you!!!", George cried through his laughter. His squirming didn't seem to phase Sapnap much and he was flustered at how helpless he felt. Sapnap stopped. Dream leaned forward to try and meet George's eyes, grinning evilly. George couldn't meet his eyes and Dream snickered.

"Alright Gogy!! That's awesome! Where is it?", Sapnap cheesed.

"Okay hold on, give me a second.", George grimaced and squirmed. It was like he could physically feel the eyes on him. Sapnap and Dream's desire to make him scream crawled across his skin.

"Go on.", Dream adjusted his hold on both his hands and rubbed his thumb encouragingly over George's wrist. It would have been sweet if it wasn't Dream trying to coax out the information he needed to wreck George. It drew a blush to George's cheeks anyway.

"Hold on okay, I'll tell you!!", George squirmed. Panic wormed through his body. The other two went quiet and just watched him, seeming to understand they should cool down the teasing if they wanted George to get enough nerve to tell them himself. Some time passed as George got most of his breath back and seemed to be done running scenarios in his head. "Okay okay...", George took a few breaths. "It's my underarms.".

Sapnap and Dream grinned at each other over the squirming boy.

"That's cute.", Dream blurted. Sapnap laughed as George cried out at the compliment. Dream stretched George's arms out more and Sapnap wiggled his fingers over the open underarms, George whimpered. Only the fabric of a thin t-shirt separated Sapnap's approaching fingers from George's death spot. "Ohhh he's going to tickle tickle you...", Dream coo'ed teasingly. George let out a strangled noise at the comment alone. Sapnap giggled. It was fun to see Dream be cruel when it wasn't directed at him.

When Sapnap had lined his fingers up above George's armpits he had assumed he would be attacked with finger flutters and wiggles. What he was not expecting was for Sapnap to instantly find the most sensitive muscle and massage it lightly with two fingers each. George went ballistic. Dream and Sapnap watched gleefully as George broke down into hysterics immediately. His feet pressed flat against the floor as he tried and failed to buck Sapnap off. He screamed with laughter as he yanked against Dream's hold with more force than he had the whole night. He couldn't get any begging or pleas out, he just threw his head back and gave in entirely to the laughter.

Sapnap experimented with his touch, crawling his fingers around the sensitive underarms. As he watched a tear slip down George's red cheek he considered mercy for a moment, but decided he could handle a little more. He nudged over and under the short sleeves of the t-shirt and tickled softly into the bare underarms. George convulsed and slipped into silent laughter, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head 'no'. Dream coo'ed and the two attackers smiled at each other.

Just as George's cackles started to reappear, Sapnap pulled his tickly fingers out and let him breathe. George went limp and whined, gasping softly. He looked wrecked.

It had passed midnight during their tickle fight and their second day together turned into their third. Finally together. They had waited so long to finally be able to see and interact with each other. It was no wonder they had been drawn back together again after trying to separate for the night.

That night they slept together sprawled across the couch. Sleep no longer evading any of them.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[daybreak-tkler]

❝The Green Eyed Monster.. Goes Good?❞

Lee(s): Sin Of Envy! Hyunjin

Ler(s): human! band member! Felix, human..? band member! Jeongin

Small Synopsis: Hyunjin often has to watch from afar when band meetings are held at Felix's apartment, his bandmates don't know about the sin after all. But when just one of them is over and Hyunjin is introduced as a "friend"... maybe he can have a little fun... and maybe let Felix know that his band members aren't quite who they say they are.

"So... This guy is your friend that you magically met one random night after a gig...." Jeongin raises his eyebrow as he stares at Hyunjin, a little too smug in Felix's opinion. He didn't know why his younger bandmate would look so smug towards the literal sin of envy but... Felix also didn't know how Jeongin was even buying any of this crap. "Yeah! We stumbled into each other and the next thing I knew we were best friends!" Felix responds in a bright tone, a nearly convincing smile gracing his lips. Hyunjin's eye twitches unnaturally before he graces Jeongin with the smile that his aussie roommate would typically refer to as the "Jealous Jin" smile. He hated it, but he always let his brown haired roommate get away with anything.

It had been about a year since Hyunjin had all but moved in with Felix, and the human still hadn't introduced the sin to any of his bandmates. Hyunjin repeadedly made the claim that he "didn't need to meet them" because "some kind of force is telling him that they wouldn't get along". Felix had just smiled and nodded, because he didn't even know how one would possibly respond to that. But after some sneaking around and some very convincing pleads, his envious sin was sat here meeting the sub-vocalist of their band. Jeongin smiles, a little too tongue-in-cheek. It's like he knows something but he refuses to ever say what. "Well... nice to meet you, "new friend", I hope we can get along," Felix has no clue as to why his younger friend used air quotations, but he ignores it in lieu of offering the boy another cookie. "Oh, Lix! I feel bad, I've eaten loads of them already!"

The aussie gives the other a charming grin "Don't worry 'bout it. Hyunjin and I never eat them anyway," he explains as he practically leaves the tray in the youngest's lap. Jeongin was known in the band for having the biggest appetite. He was very good at eating massive mouthfuls in one. "A little gluttonous of you, don't you think?" Hyunjin raises a brow, a look that the human can't wuite distinguish is on his face. Felix elbows him, sending him a look that says "don't be rude!" to the envious sin.

To his surprise, Jeongin just sent the sin a knowing smile. "Always so quick to chastaise.." he titters to himself as he pops one of the smaller cookies in his mouth whole. Felix's eyebrows raise at the impressive feat. He was still confused, though. Why were the two being so unnecessarily... sneaky...? Was that even the word? The Australian decides that it was probably best that he ignored it. Hyunjin twirls a piece of blonde hair around his finger and presses his lips together, his green eyes glowing as they fixed their gaze on Jeongin. "You need to stop playing this game with him, In," he says seriously.

"....Huh?" Felix's wide eyes turn to the envious man. Jeongin chuckles "It's your own fault for not following through with the plan," he raises a perfect brow, looking a little too old and alluring to be the Jeongin he knows. "What? What plan? What the hell is happening?" Felix demands an answer from the two vague males. That's when he first notices it. Whether it had been like this the whole time or not, Felix couldn't tell, but Jeongin's eyes were a soft orange hue. It was the same way that Hyunjin's were a soft green. But that was to show that he was envy, Felix's brain supplied. So wait... did that mean...? "Jeongin-ah! Why didn't you tell me?" he asks. The youngest laughs delightedly at the fact that their human friend had figured it all out for himself. "Because! It was part of the plan! Hyunjin was just an ass who didn't follow Chan's orders,"

"That's because Chan's plan was stupid,"

Jeongin leans back against the couch with a smirk "He'll know you said that and you'll be dead...er than you already are," he teases and the envious sin merely rolls his eyes. Felix interrupts their bickering witu a frown "Wait.. Wait so if he's envy then... Who are you?" he asks "And why are you mentioning Chan like he's a part of any of this?"

"Jeongin is the sin of gluttony," Hyunjin helpfully supplies. "In fact, all of your band members are sins. We were sent to the mainland in order to find the perfect human to fuel the power of sins back in the underworld. Chan, the sin of lust, chose you and clearly you're not what we thought. So I ditched the disguise plan and came to you up front because I can," he explains in detail, kicking his legs up casually as he eyes a bewilderes Jeongin, who wasn't expecting him to out them tp their target like that. Felix snorts "Wait... Chan is the sin of lust?!" he queries with a loud laugh. He did not see that one coming. "What about the rest of them then?" Jeongin shakes his head at Hyunjin, silently instructing him not to say a word. The envious sin merely grins and ignores the youngest sin.

"Chan is lust, Minho is greed, Changbin is wrath, Jisung is sloth, Seungmin is Pride and Jeongin is gluttony..." he hums "And yours truly is obviously Env- hey!-"

Jeongin leaps over Felix's lap to pin Hyunjin down beneath him, squeezing the boy's hips rapidly. "H-Hehehehey you brahahahahaat! Stohohop it!" the sin of envy laughs as the youngest scrabbles his fingers over the envy boy's hips and sides. "You just exposed us like that to our target!!! You need a lesson for that, giggles," Jeongin grins widely as he continues to poke and prod in every spot he could reach. Hyunjin squirms beneath him, begging him to stop and uttering loud sorrys that everybody knows he doesn't actually mean. It was a very similar reaction to what the green sin always did when Felix was tickling him.

"Do you tickle him a lot?" he tilts his head as if his question was very normal and standard whilst he grabs one of the lee's flailing legs, his grip firm around the ankle. "Oh, Yeah, Minho hyung does all the time... Hyunjin is kinda a brat. A loveable brat, but still a brat - y'know?" he replies in a normal tone as he continues to rake his nails up the ticklish man's sides. "Pl-Plehehehhehhease! Ohohohoh my gohohohohod don't you dahahahare!" He accusingly glares at Felix who shrugs innocently before trailing his fingers up his socked sole. "Coochie coo, hyung, be thankful that it's just me and Lixxie tickling you or you'd be in for it aaaaall night~" the youngest sings as he manages to worm his hands under Hyunjin's arms somehow which makes said male screech.

"Shit, that sounds awful.... would you all just like.. gang up on him?" Felix asks, a small flush finding it's way onto his cheeks just at the thought of having so many hands tickling him at once, as if Hyunjin and his magic wasn't bad enough. He peels the envious man's sock off slowly before scrabbling his fingers up his arch. "Pleeehehehehheease! Plehehheheeheease i'm so sohohohohorry!" Hyunjin breathlessly begs as he laughs. "Dohohohohon't tehehehell Chan or Mihihihinho!" he pathetically pleaded. Jeongin giggles "Oh, you become such a mess like this don't you?~ yes you do~" he teases in a sweet voice, making even Felix have goosebumps.

Hyunjin pleads for his freedom as the gluttonous sin runs his fingertips all over his torso with sweetly devilish intentions. "Plehehehehhehease! I'll beehehehehehehee goohohohohood!" the envious sin squeals out, going a little loopy from his torso and feet being tickled. "When Chan finds out about this... you're done for~" Jeongin coos. "You'll be good, hm? Well tell that to him, not me, hyung!"

Felix makes a soft noise as his fingers trace up and down the long haired male's feet. "I so can't believe this," he laughs softly. "What, that sins exist?" Jeongin responds with a question as he teases Hyunjin's ribs, causing the sweet melody of laughter to pour out like a flowing waterfall. "No," he says quickly "That my entire band are sins from the underworld," his grip around Hyunjin's ankle becomes loose, so the envious sin takes the opportunity to slide his foot out of the human's grasp - only to be met with more wiggling fingers against both soles. "You didn't think you'd get away, did you?~" Jeongin coos, much to the older's distain. "We met three years ago, how come Hyunjin only appeared much later?" Felix asks curiously.

Jeongin hums whilst he continues to torment the green sin's feet. "Well, like I said, Hyunjin doesn't like listening - nor does he like playing by Chan's rules. As a result, he wanted to be able to secretly feed on your envy rather than get close to you... And his own plan backfired, isn't that right?~" he turns his attention to the ever giggling black haired male beneath him. Who continues to squirm and beg for forgiveness.

The human chuckles to himself at Hyunjin's plight. "You promise you'll go good and behave from now on?~" he asks teasingly. "Y-Yehehehhes! Plehehhease stohohop tihickling me!" fortunately for envy, the sin of gluttony decided to let up and let him breathe. "We'll see what he does after Chan gets on him," the youngest happily chirps shifting on the couch to face Felix again. "So... are we still cool? I know it's a lot to take in.. but we don't wanna kill you or anything," he explains with a hopeful gaze. Felix nods slowly "Yeah, we're cool!"

...

"Hyunjin you are in so much trouble!" another Australian voice comes from outside Felix's door.

"...shit.."