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(Late) TickleTober 2024 🎃

♡ Aug’s TKTober2024

Day 25: New Discovery

🪐 Alien AU based on this fic 💚

This was really fun to draw can’t you tell? >\\\\\< ok bye I just flustered myself with my own art and AU djaksjxdk (one more day and then I’m DONE 😮‍💨)

[gingerlee-holds]

huh? oh hey cutie whats up how ya been? this is a tickle fic for Batman, specifically based after the events of Batman: The Long Halloween, which is an amazing film! i hope you enjoy!! and no its not a year late, idk what youre talking about its 2024 bestie <3333

this is a fic requested by @ghostlee-activities!! thank you so much for the request <3333

this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @august-anon

The Long Laugh

Words: 3,371 Pairing: Lers!Alfred and Selina with Lee!Bruce Wayne! Warnings: couldn't help but put some romantic tension between Cat and Bat Prompt: Costume

The grandfather clock in Wayne Manor struck one in the morning, its chime muffled by oak doors and stone walls. Bruce hardly noticed. He sat hunched at his desk, the light of a single lamp catching the edges of open files, scattered photographs, and his own tired features. His tie hung loose around his neck, his shirt sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and the bags under his eyes were deep enough to betray how many nights he'd repeated this same ritual.

Holiday was finished. The killings had stopped. But the echoes still lingered: the unresolved questions, the mistakes he'd made, the lives that had been lost. He told himself it wasn't an obsession, just due diligence. But the lines between those two things blurred hours ago.

The steady scratch of a pen across paper was broken when his butler entered, soundless as ever until the polite ahem of his presence announced him. He carried a silver tray with a cup of steaming tea, setting it down at Bruce's elbow without invitation.

"Master Bruce," Alfred began, voice clipped but not unkind, "it has not escaped my notice that the clock has turned past one. Again."

Bruce didn't look up. "One more lead. Then I'll stop."

"Yes, I recall you saying that four leads ago." Alfred's hands folded behind his back, posture ramrod straight. He tilted his head, observing the mess of notes, the exhaustion carved into Bruce's features. "And unless my eyes deceive me, even the world's most persistent crime-fighter is not immune to gravity. You appear on the verge of collapsing face-first into your paperwork."

Bruce gave a dry exhale, something halfway between a scoff and a chuckle. "I've been worse."

"Indeed. Which is rather the problem, isn't it?" Alfred lingered a moment, then let his gaze wander deliberately across the room. "You know, I happened across the trick-or-treaters in the city this evening. Gotham's children seem particularly enamored with bats this year. Costumes everywhere; tiny fangs, little paper wings, the works. Quite endearing."

Bruce's pen stilled for the first time. He glanced up, one brow raised. "Is that so?"

"Mm. It reminded me," Alfred continued smoothly, "of another child who once fashioned wings out of bedsheets, demanded to stay up until impossible hours, and insisted he was far too old for bedtimes."

Bruce sighed through his nose, setting the pen down at last. "You never let me win that argument."

"Correct." Alfred's expression softened, the faintest ghost of amusement tugging at his mouth. "And yet, here we are again. Same stubborn boy, only now dressed in Kevlar."

The silence stretched, filled only with the distant rumble of Gotham's storm clouds rolling in. Bruce rubbed his eyes with a thumb and forefinger, but when Alfred gestured toward the untouched teacup, he didn't move.

"Alfred," he said firmly, though his voice lacked real force, "I can't afford to stop. Not yet."

Alfred exhaled, long-suffering but patient. "Very well, sir. I shall attempt persuasion. Though I warn you, I have other means if you remain obstinate."

Bruce didn't answer. He'd already turned back toward his notes.

Alfred remained standing behind Bruce's chair, the tea cooling on the desk beside him. His patience was legendary, but it was not infinite.

"Very well," Alfred said at last. "We'll start with reason, then? Your body has endured no less than three consecutive nights of late patrols followed by obsessive casework. You've eaten... once in the past twenty-four hours, and it was cold soup at that. If you don't sleep, Master Bruce, you will cease to be the world's greatest crime-fighter and become the world's most exhausted invalid."

Bruce didn't look up from the evidence photo he was studying. "I'll manage."

"Mm, I see." Alfred's tone didn't shift, though the edge of sarcasm sharpened beneath it. "Perhaps I should begin drafting a new epitaph: 'Here lies Bruce Wayne, savior of Gotham, slain not by villain but by stubbornness.' Quite inspiring, no?"

A flicker of amusement ghosted across Bruce's lips, but he masked it quickly, burying himself in another file. "Dramatic, even for you."

Alfred leaned forward slightly, his shadow stretching across the desk. "If logic won't sway you, perhaps a reminder of your public persona. Wayne Enterprises cannot be captained by a man with raccoon eyes and a permanent slump. Even billionaires must at least pretend to sleep."

That earned no response either, only the sound of pages flipping.

Alfred exhaled quietly through his nose, as though bracing himself. "I did warn you, sir. There remains one final measure. An option I vowed I would never again resort to, but desperate times call for desperate means."

That caught Bruce's attention. His head lifted slightly, brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Ah. You don't remember." Alfred moved with deliberate calm, circling to Bruce's side. "When you were a boy, Master Bruce, and your nights stretched too long into fantasy crusades, there was one tactic that never failed to secure compliance."

Bruce blinked, tired and irritable. "Alfred, I don't-"

He cut off abruptly as Alfred's hands descended, not roughly but with precision, pressing gently into the space between Bruce's ribs and sides. The contact was startling enough that Bruce jerked upright, eyes going wide.

"Alfred," he warned, voice sharp.

"Yes, sir?" Alfred replied evenly, as though they were discussing household chores. His fingers shifted, light and deliberate.

Bruce stiffened. His breath caught. He bit the inside of his cheek, determined not to give an inch. But the sensation wriggled through him, sparking through nerves dulled by exhaustion. He clamped his jaw shut, the corners of his mouth twitching despite his iron discipline.

"S-stohop-" he ground out, his voice low and as commanding as he could muster.

"Ah," Alfred said mildly, continuing the motion with clinical precision. "So you do recall this particular deterrent."

Bruce twisted in his chair, trying to shrug Alfred off without outright flailing. He'd faced killers, monsters, maniacs of all stripes, and yet somehow, this indignity unraveled him faster than any of them. His lips pressed tighter, but the chuckle that burst through betrayed him.

"A-Ahahalfred-!" His warning dissolved into a sharp bark of laughter, cut off as quickly as he fought to rein it in. "Ihi'm- hahaaha! S-seheherious!"

"Yes, of course you are, sir." Alfred's tone didn't budge. His fingers traced across Bruce's ribs, methodical as a surgeon. "You're always serious. That's half the problem."

Bruce squirmed, gripping the armrests of his chair as though he could anchor himself in stoicism. His shoulders hunched, his teeth gritted, but the laughter was building, bubbling past his control. Finally, it spilled out in a helpless wave.

"Al-AhAhahahhahalfrehehehed! S-Stohohohop iihiHihit!" His laughter rang loud, echoing in the cavernous study.

"Regrettably, I cannot comply until you agree to retire for the night," Alfred replied calmly, like someone negotiating a treaty. "Standard procedure."

Bruce twisted again, nearly tipping the chair in his struggle. He caught Alfred's wrist, but even his considerable strength couldn't quite focus through the tremors of laughter shaking his chest.

"Thihihis- hhahahahaha! Thihihis iIhihiHis Rihihihidihihculous!"

"Yes, sir, quite ridiculous. Yet remarkably effective." Alfred's expression barely shifted, save for a faint upward curve at the corner of his mouth. "A shame, really. If Gotham's rogues ever discovered your Achilles' heel was so... domestic, my workload would quadruple."

Bruce's laugh cracked into a wheeze as Alfred found a particularly sensitive spot along his side. He writhed, head dropping forward, dark hair falling into his face as his composure shattered completely.

"AhahaHAHall RihiHiHight! Hahahahhaha! Ahahahall rihihihight!" He gasped between spurts of laughter, chest heaving. "Ihihihi'll- Ihihihi'll gohohohOHo!"

Alfred slowed, then withdrew his hands with the same precise calm he'd begun with. He adjusted his cuffs as though nothing had happened.

"Excellent. Always a pleasure doing business with you, Master Bruce."

Bruce slumped in his chair, breathing hard, face flushed with equal parts exertion and humiliation. He shot Alfred a glare that carried little actual venom.

"You will never speak of this," Bruce muttered.

"My lips are sealed, sir," Alfred said smoothly, though the glint in his eye betrayed his satisfaction. "Now then, up with you. Bed awaits."

Bruce grumbled but rose, straightening his shirt. Alfred collected the untouched tea, balancing the tray effortlessly as he escorted Bruce toward the grand staircase.

As they climbed, Alfred allowed himself one last remark, light as air. "Some things, it seems, never change."

Bruce's only reply was a tired, resigned chuckle.

High above the study, where the shadowed beams met the vaulted ceiling, another pair of eyes had been watching. Selina Kyle lounged on the narrow lip of the window frame, her silhouette cloaked by the storm-dark night. She had slipped into Wayne Manor with the ease of long practice, steps silent, presence invisible, until she had stumbled upon something far more entertaining than she'd expected.

She had come for him, of course. She always did. A part of her enjoyed prowling the halls of his home when he didn't know, leaving faint traces of perfume or a claw mark in the wood just to remind him she could. But tonight? Tonight, she had been gifted with something better.

Her lips curled upward as she watched the scene unfold below: the Dark Knight of Gotham, the immovable Batman, reduced to writhing laughter under the unyielding hands of his butler. She had seen him corner crime bosses, intimidate monsters, walk through fire with grim determination, and now, she'd seen him beg for mercy at the simple touch of Alfred goddamn Pennyworth.

Selina pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle her own laugh, shoulders shaking silently. The sound of Bruce's laughter carried up to her perch, sharp and unguarded, and it was all she could do not to purr aloud at the sheer absurdity of it. "So that's your weakness, Bats," she thought gleefully. "Not kryptonite. Not some chemical cocktail. Tickling."

The possibilities unfurled in her mind like a cat stretching luxuriously in a sunbeam. She could already imagine Bruce's face if she so much as brushed her fingers along his ribs. The mighty Batman, undone by something so utterly human~.

When Alfred finally led Bruce upstairs, Selina lingered only a moment longer, savoring the emptiness of the study. Then, with the grace of the thief she was, she slipped down from her perch and padded noiselessly toward the open window.

The storm outside had grown heavy, rain hissing against the stone walls, but she paid it no mind. She leapt out into the night with the ease of a cat, landing lightly on the slick ground below. A grin stretched across her face, the thrill of discovery buzzing through her veins.

"Oh, Bruce," she murmured to herself as she vanished back into the dark. "You have no idea what you've just handed me."

And with that, she melted into the storm, already plotting how best to use her newfound knowledge.

The storm had been raging for days, turning Gotham into a smear of black streets and silver rain. By the time Batman pulled the Batmobile into the manor's underground hangar, his cape clung heavy with water, his cowl dripping trails onto the stone floor. He stripped the gloves off with practiced precision, jaw tight, eyes shadowed. The night had been long, too long, and though he had put another gang back in their place, he carried exhaustion around his shoulders like a second cape.

Thunder rolled as he made his way upstairs. He was already bracing himself for Alfred's inevitable lecture when he reached his bedroom door and pushed it open. Instead of Alfred, however, a different figure greeted him.

Selina Kyle was stretched across his bed as though she'd always lived there, wrapped loosely in one of his shirts, the storm casting silver light across her legs. She looked entirely at home, one hand idly tracing circles on the comforter, the other propping up her head. Her smile was equal parts warmth and mischief.

"Well," she purred. "Look what the storm dragged in~. You're soaked, darling."

Bruce sighed, tugging his cape free and letting it fall over a chair. "Selina."

"You sound surprised." She tilted her head, eyes gleaming. "Don't tell me you weren't expecting me. I practically live here more than you do."

He didn't bother arguing. His chestplate came next, the clasps clicking free with familiar weight. "It's late. You should be home."

"This is home." She sat up, curling her legs beneath her. "At least, when you're not brooding all night on rooftops. Honestly, Bruce, you look like you've been through a washing machine. You're gonna burn yourself out one of these nights."

"I'll manage."

"Where've I heard that before..." Selina mumbled to herself under her breath.

Bruce unbuckled his utility belt and set it down carefully, then reached for the cowl. His hair was damp and unruly beneath it, his face drawn with fatigue.

Selina's smile softened for a heartbeat. She reached out, catching his wrist before he could turn away. "You don't have to manage everything alone, you know."

His eyes flicked to hers. The weight of their unspoken history hung in the air for a moment, trust and betrayal, affection and defiance all tangled together. Finally, he sat on the edge of the bed, boots heavy on the carpet.

The silence lingered, filled only by the storm pounding at the windows. Then Selina leaned in, gently massaging Bruce's tired shoulders, humming a little at the feeling of him relaxing under her hands. Her grin curled slyly once more. "So," she said lightly, almost offhand, "are you ticklish?"

Bruce froze, halfway through untying one boot. He turned his head toward her, expression flat, voice cool. "No."

Selina's smirk widened. "That was quick."

"Because it's true." He tugged the boot free, focusing on the task with soldier-like intensity. "I'm not ticklish."

"Mhm~." Selina shifted closer, her voice velvet-soft. "You said that with such confidence, anyone else might believe you. I might have even believed you." She let her eyes narrow, her tone a purr. "But me? I know you're bluffing~."

Bruce straightened, leveling her with the same stoic glare he used on mob bosses and mad clowns. "Selina."

"Bruce." She leaned in until her lips nearly brushed his ear, his breath warm against his skin. "If you're really not ticklish, you won't mind if I test it~."

For a heartbeat, the Bat and the Cat stared at one another, the storm hammering at the glass behind them. His jaw tightened, every line of his body radiating control. But Selina saw the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth, the tiniest crack in the mask he wore even here.

Her smirk turned feral. She was going to enjoy this.

Bruce had only a second to brace himself. One moment, Selina was smirking beside him, the next, she launched forward with the fluidity of a predator, all claws and grace.

"Selina-!"

Her laugh was rich, triumphant, as she tackled him back onto the mattress. He rolled with the motion, instinct taking over, and for a breathless beat, they scuffled. Bruce caught her around the waist and flipped her beneath him, Selina twisting like a ribbon, legs hooking around him before he could fully pin her. He grunted, muscles straining, but her flexibility outpaced his brute strength. In seconds, she had wound herself around him like ivy, snug and smug, leaving him too tangled to shove her off.

"You... fight dirty," he muttered, breath rough.

"It's my best quality," she purred. Then her hands darted to his ribs.

The effect was instant. Bruce's body jerked, his breath catching sharply in his throat as Selina's fingers pressed and danced along his sides. He clamped his jaw, muscles locking with soldier's discipline, but the cracks showed almost immediately. His shoulders hunched, his chest shuddered.

"Ohhh, there it is~!" Selina cooed, her grin wicked. "I knew my eyes weren't deceiving me!"

"Selihina- d-dohohon't-!" His voice wavered dangerously.

"Don't what? Don't find out your little secret~?" She teased, pressing harder, scrabbling playfully along his ribs until he squirmed in earnest. "How could you hide this from me? I'm honestly shocked I haven't discovered it sooner, Bats~!"

The first laugh broke out of him like a crack in armor, low and unwilling. He bit it back immediately, but Selina only laughed.

"Oh, this is golden~!" Her hands slid lower, spidering over his stomach. Bruce twisted, muscles rippling under her touch, but she held fast, every movement precise and relentless. His composure unraveled further, breath hitching into ragged bursts, laughter spilling out despite his every effort.

"Selihihina! Stohohohp ihiht-!"

"Hmm, no~," she said sweetly, brushing her nails along his sides. "This is far too much fun~!"

She shifted her weight, straddling his hips now, free to torment without worry of him dislodging her. Bruce writhed beneath her, trying to buck her off, but every twist of his body only gave her more opportunities. She dragged her fingers up his ribs again, delighting in the way he jolted, then tested his lower sides. His laughter cracked higher, more frantic, when she brushed a sensitive spot near his hip.

"Ohhh, interesting~!" She leaned close, lips grazing his ear as her fingers pressed there again. "So that's another good one~. You're just full of surprises, aren't you~?"

"Sehehehelihihinahahahaa!! SeheheliihIhiNaa EnohohOhoUgh!"

She grinned, ignoring his plea, her hair falling into his face as she wormed her hands higher, sliding along his ribs, then down again to his stomach. Every pass made him jolt, every poke or squeeze drew another helpless burst of laughter. She was merciless; playful, yes, but without Alfred's restraint.

"You know," she teased over the sound of his laughter, "all that brooding, all those shadows, and underneath, you're just a man with the cutest weakness I've ever seen. Gotham's Dark Knight, helpless to a little tickle-tickle-tickling~!"

Bruce twisted again, his chest heaving, his laugh rough and helpless now. "SeehEHehLiHihNa, IhIhIhI sWhehehEHAR!!"

"You swear you'll... what? Arrest me~?" She gave his side another squeeze, making him yelp. "Good luck writing up that report, darling~! You'll have to tell Gordon about how you let yourself get captured, Giggles~!"

Despite his protests and struggles, there was no malice in the exchange. Selina's eyes sparkled with genuine delight, her laughter mingling with his, and Bruce's defenses crumbled until he was laughing openly, fully, the weight of Gotham gone from his shoulders in that moment.

And for her, that was the real victory. Not that she could tease him endlessly with this discovery (which she will), but that she had pulled the Bat out from behind the cowl and found Bruce, the man, alive, vulnerable, human, and laughing beneath her claws.

She slowed finally, letting her fingers linger lightly against his sides, tracing lazy circles. "There now~," she purred, smirking down at him. "Doesn't that feel better than brooding~?"

Bruce lay breathless, glaring up at her through his disheveled hair, his cheeks flushed and chest still shaking with the aftershocks of laughter. "Y-youhuhu're insuhuhufferable."

"Mm~. And you love it." She bent down and kissed his cheek, victorious.

The bedroom door creaked open, and in stepped Alfred, balanced as ever with a silver tray and steaming coffee. His gaze flicked over the tangle of limbs on the bed without so much as an arched brow.

"Well," he said evenly, "how nice to see Master Bruce in such... spirited company. Must have been a funny story you recounted, yes?"

"Sure." Selina looked up with a smile. "Evening, Alfred."

"Ms. Kyle," he returned smoothly, setting the tray down. Then, with a glint of deliberate innocence: "If memory serves, sir's back was always his greatest weakness."

Bruce's eyes widened in horror as Alfred exited, perfectly composed.

Selina's grin sharpened, wicked delight flashing across her face. "His back, hm~?" she echoed, voice dripping with glee. "Thanks, Alfred~!"

"S-Selina, don't-" Bruce warned, already twisting, but too late. She shifted her weight, sliding nimble fingers across the muscles of his back. The reaction was instant as Bruce's deep, uncontrollable laughter burst free, muffled by the storm rattling the manor's windows.

"Gotcha~," Selina purred, digging in mercilessly as Bruce writhed beneath her, caught between helplessness and amusement.

His protests drowned under the sound of laughter echoing through the halls, proof that, for tonight, the Cat had conquered the Bat.

[otomiyaa]

Day 23: Money

Jinshi x Maomao | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 1.4K

Jinshi was shaking. No, no, no. Calm down. Don't panic. Too late, he was totally panicking and breathing heavily.

The knocks on his door startled him.

"C-c-come in."

As requested, Maomao entered and she bowed politely. "You called for me?"

Jinshi stared at her. She looked so casual after, after.... Jinshi shuddered as his mind went back to that moment earlier in the day. He was wondering what Maomao was up to in her free time lately so yes, he kind of followed her.

Staying behind, Jinshi ended up losing track, but he did go in the same direction as she did and looked around for her. That was when, from an abandoned shed, he could hear voices. Groans, and moans, mostly....

"Does it feel good?" That was Maomao's voice!!! More groans.

"Yes."

That was a man and he sounded so happy. Jinshi was already losing it. It didn't take long before the door opened and first the man came out: Lihaku. Jinshi stared in disgust as he walked away. Then Maomao came out. She looked all smug and proud while she admired the money in her hand. She then merrily pranced away.

Jinshi couldn't believe what he witnessed. Maomao was earning extra money doing things.... things like that? In places like that? WITH MEN LIKE THAT?

Not sure what to do with this new information, Jinshi had decided to summon her to his room to try and subtly discuss the matter. If Maomao was having money problems, she should come to him. Not do some nasty business with other men. He knew she was raised in such an environment, but this was still really shocking for a person like Maomao.

"I j-just wanted to talk. Are you doing well?" Jinshi asked, trying not to sound as if he was dying inside.

Maomao nodded. "I am doing well."

"H-how about financially? Is there anything... you need?"

Maomao made a face. "I need a lot of things. But not particularly." Another painful arrow through Jinshi's heart. Yes, loving poison and experimenting with all sort of things wasn't the cheapest hobby and she was drooling over any valuable ingredient at the market, he knew that.

But if she didn't need anything in particular, was she even just randomly doing this side hustle for like, no important reason at all?

Jinshi had no choice but to cut to the chase, especially when Maomao asked first: "Why do you ask? Are you raising my salary?"

That smug little girl. Jinshi glared at her and finally said the truth. "Because I saw you this afternoon."

Her expression changed. She looked surprised. "Oh." She then looked smug again!

"It can't be helped. My skills are so good, people want to buy a session all the time. And I can use the extra money."

Noooooooooooooooo!!!!! Jinshi almost stumbled as he rushed forward and he grabbed her shoulders.

"Y-you can't do things like that!!!" he screamed. Maomao looked unfazed.

"Why not?"

"B-b-b-because......! It's....!" Jinshi was almost fainting. Maomao looked like nothing was wrong at all.

"I don't see the problem. If I compare my work to any doctor's, I have the right to get paid for my services."

"You...!!! Eh? D-doctor?" Jinshi asked when he realized what she was saying.

"My massages really improve the physical health." Maomao nodded proudly. Massages. Jinshi sank through his knees and breathed out. They were just massages. He clenched Maomao's robes to not fall over completely and he sighed.

"M-massages. So... You're that good at them, hm?" he asked tiredly. Maomao nodded again.

"Do you want to try it?"

Jinshi blinked and slowly looked up. Was she offering him a massage now? He tried hard not to appear too perverted when thinking that thought. He then slapped his own cheeks. No, no, it's not like that! Maomao has been selling these massages to other men. Surely he could get one too.

"I'll give it to you for free," Maomao said. Jinshi almost gasped. Special treatment!!! He nodded his head profusely.

"Yes," he said stiffly. Within the next moment, Jinshi sat down and Maomao stood behind him. Her small hands were working on his shoulders, and Jinshi started to question this whole massage thing again. It did feel kind of erotic... Then again, maybe that was just his own silly and problematic mind.

"Does it feel good?" she asked. Oh yes definitely. Jinshi couldn't even answer. Maomao's fingers traveled more to the side, her thumbs rubbing him firmly in circles and making his muscles tingle. But then...

"Yah!" Jinshi jolted, and Maomao paused.

"Does it hurt? Your muscles sure are delicate," she commented.

"No! No it doesn't," Jinshi said. It didn't hurt, but worse. It tickled.

"Alright then." Maomao continued and Jinshi started to try and control his breathing. As if it wasn't already bad enough (in a good way) that Maomao was voluntarily touching him, her massage started to tickle, and the more Jinshi tried to convince himself it didn't, the more ticklish it became.

"H-hehehe.... mhmhmhm....." To his horror, Jinshi realized giggles were escaping his lips, and he quickly covered his mouth.

He hoped she didn't hear that embarrassing noise.

Maomao hummed. "Oh... If you're the sensitive kind of person, my massage can indeed tickle," she said. SHE TOTALLY HEARD IT.

Jinshi started to shake a little, holding back his laughter. "It d-doesn't t-ti-tihihickle."

The ticklish sensations only worsened though and he started to think she was doing it on purpose now.

"It doesn't?"

Jinshi continued to giggle and he squirmed, especially when her fingers lowered to his lower back, and he arched his back suddenly and gasped.

"W-wahahait!" he laughed. Maomao giggled as well.

"I'm amazed. I never had such a ticklish client before." Jinshi couldn't help but see it as both an insult and compliment. He was embarrassed that he seemed to be the only man giggling like a child because of her massage. But Maomao also took her precious time to make Jinshi laugh. It tickled a lot, but he also kind of didn't want her to stop...

"Y-y-you're dohohoing it ohohon purpohose ehehe!" Jinshi had fallen on his side now and giggled while Maomao continued to tickle him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You are the one who is too ticklish for my massage."

She kneaded his lower sides and back, and Jinshi had never felt such a pleasant and ticklish sensation before. "Wahahah!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

Jinshi shook his head. "I cahahan tahahake it!"

Maomao laughed playfully. "We will see about that." The moment she aimed for his ribs, Jinshi's suspicions were confirmed that this girl had the actual nerve to tickle him on purpose.

"Nohoho! Not thahahat!" Jinshi howled.

"It's all part of the massage," Maomao lied. She made him laugh more than Jinshi had in the past... years. In his whole lifetime maybe. Those who would bathe and care for him knew how sensitive he could be and would avoid it whenever Jinshi's ticklishness threatened to make him laugh.

But Maomao here, she didn't hold back and exploited it. Surely it was rude and shameless, but Jinshi couldn't help but enjoy it. The feeling, the attention, and the uncontrollable laughter.

When Maomao finally stopped, he was breathing heavily and looking up at her smug face.

"Did that feel good?" she asked. Jinshi was still catching his breath. He knew she was teasing him, but... He wondered how he could get her to do this again to him without appearing like a crazy pervert.

"Y-yes. I admit it tickles, but it's a good massage," he sighed. He then added: "If I pay you money next time... Would you do that again?"

Maomao looked suprised to hear this answer. "Are you sure?"

Jinshi blushed and nodded. "It d-does improve my phyiscal health, as you said..." Jinshi said shyly. He wasn't going to say this out loud, but he was convinced that laughter was definitely a good medicine too, especially after a bad day.

"I'll pay you extra..." he said.

Maomao first gaped at him. She then smiled radiantly. "Hehe! Well, of course!"

Jinshi knew it would be weird to give her money for extra 'services' like that. But at least it was less weird to treat it like a paid massage service, rather than just ask her to tickle him again and again.

And besides, if this would keep Maomao off the streets and her precious hands off any other man's body... yes, Jinshi would pay her the double amount and would take her tickle attacks as a well-earned bonus.

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 4: Upside down

Sylus x Reader

A/N: My sweetest ( @otomiyaa ) requested today's prompt, I hope you enjoy it baaaby 💕💖

"S-Syluhuhus! I'm s-serious! Y-You better- ahahaha! Plehehease, S-Stop!"

This was so embarrassing. You never thought that a little training with Sylus in the N109 Zone would end with you hanging upside down with your feet firmly tied in a robe... and Sylus tickling you senseless.

He chuckled, his hands wrapped around your hips from behind, squeezing them gently to make you cackle; your laughter echoing through the vast area you both were at. You never hated your hunter uniform as much as you did at that moment.

"You better calm down, sweetie," he purred, smirking behind you. "Your loud noise will definitely attract wanderers our way and you're certainly in no position to fight right now."

"Thehehen s-stop tihickling m-m- ahahaha!" You choked on your laughter when his hands moved down to your tummy and the bottom of your ribs. "Syluhus!"

No matter how much you twisted, the rope only seemed to tighten around your ankles and your arms refused to move away from your sides to prevent Sylus from attacking another spot with his annoying tickles. You tried to reach back a little and push him away, but it was all useless, until the force holding you up disappeared and you shrieked, closing your eyes as you approached the ground.

"Happy now, kitten?" Opening your eyes, you found yourself in Sylus arms, Mephisto's caws reaching your lips. "I think my little pet likes you very much."

He put you back on your feet and you smiled when Mephisto suddenly landed on your shoulder. "I think I like Mephisto more than you. Stay three meters away from me."

"C'mon, sweetie," he said with a smirk, lazily following behind you. "It was a little joke, you were looking so se- ack!"

"Sylus!"

You quickly turned around, your guns in the air, ready to attack whatever was attacking your partner, but to your surprise... He was hanging upside down from a trap, his feet tightly bound. You blinked, lowering your guns before you started laughing. Sylus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms above his chest, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, yes. Very funny, kitten," he huffed, eyeing your laughing form. "You had your fun, now let's get out of he- haa!"

The muscles of his firm stomach trembled under your sudden touch. His sweater had slide down a little thanks to gravity, exposing his tanned skin, and you pressed your hand right above his belly button before brushing your fingers down. Sylus gasped, his skin covering in goosebumps as he tried to pull away.

"Kitten," he warned. "We've been through this before. I am not ticklish."

"Mhmm, you're not." Your fingers lightly danced against his abs, simply caressing them. Circling his belly button and following the lines of his hips. "And yet you're there squirming and shivering and gasping, are you not?"

"You know perfectly well," he said with a strangled voice, "that I can free myself at any moment, right?"

"Then do it." Your hands grabbed his hips and squeezed them, making him let out a funny sound. A held-in squeal or giggle or laughter. "Or you actually can't?"

"I'm s-seheherious- ack! Stop or else-"

"You're in no position to be threatening me, little crow."

Sylus couldn't help but let out a vibrant, deep laugh when you suddenly reached behind his thighs and squeezed them, causing him to jolt and growl, but ultimately, break into loud laughter.

"Oh no~, the almighty Onychinus Leader is in troubles~"

"F-Fuhuhucking s-stop! Kihihitten!"

[autemka]

#2 Favourite Spot …….. I think I fell in love with Moon…. /////////

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A Chase To Start The Season (Bungo Stray Dogs) **Tickletober2024**

Hey guess what? LEE!CHUUYA! :D I wanted to say it hehe! Happy Tickletober everyone! I'm doing the weekly prompts because it's easier on me this year- what better way to start things off than some classic SouKoku? :D I hope y'all like it!

CW: Mild swearing

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“DAZAI!"

This wasn't the first time he’s done this. It certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Chuuya stormed down the hall in a fit of fiery rage, his apron dusted with a thin but prominent dusting of sugar- his hands tips of his hair stained with frosting. Just moments earlier he had a tray of 12 perfectly baked, masterfully shaped pumpkin spiced cookies ready to be decorated for the Halloween season.

Now there were only 11- the missing cookie being munched on by the scoundrel he called his boyfriend.

“Try to hide, you bastard- I’ll find you! This apartment isn’t that big!” He called out as he threw the bedroom door open, convinced this is where Dazai ran off to. He looked around, looking for the smallest of lumps, bumps or creaked doors.

Nothing. The room looked and felt untouched. Letting out a sigh, he turned to leave when he heard it- the faintest of crunch. His eyes shot to the closet.

In a matter of steps, a scrunched up Dazai was revealed. He stared up at Chuuya with big eyes, lips twitching around his stolen treat. The longer he looked up at the redhead, the harder it was not to start giggling. “Oo, you found me!”

Chuuya quirked an eyebrow. It was enough to get Dazai laughing properly now.

“Alright, you cookie thief- what do you have to say for your-” Chuuya reached out to pull him up, but Dazai was fast. With an unexpected tumble, he dived between the redhead’s legs, rolling into the room and scrambling out the door.

Chuuya blinked. Then he turned with a roar, flying after the cackling brunette. “DAZAI!”

Around and around they went, running into rooms and diving around furniture. Every time he was inches from grabbing onto Dazai, the brunette would avoid him. When he got enough distance, he’d stick his tongue out at Chuuya, sometimes adding a booty shake.

Oo, how Chuuya was gonna get him good when he caught up!

Their chase continued until Dazai suddenly took a knee, falling haphazardly into the tatami mats below. Chuuya saw an opportunity and took it, running over and wrapping his arms around his torso from behind-

The world suddenly flipped. Chuuya found himself on his back, Dazai’s cheeky grin looming over him. “Gotcha, Chibi! What, did you really think you had me?.”

The redhead gaped. His shock quickly turned back into rage. “You son of a bi-hehehehahhahahahahahahhach!”

“Aww, you’re so cute when you’re giggly Chibi!” Dazai laughed in his newfound power, positioning himself overhead with his thighs trapping Chuuya’s arms. Effectively pinned, Chuuya could only flail and squeal while Dazai dug into his upper ribs and armpits. “Come on- give me a smile!”

Chuuya was gonna give him a mouthful of bloody teeth in a second! Shrieking with mirth, he twisted the best he could given his predicament, his threatening kicks coming off more like a cat attacking a yarn ball. “Yoohohohohu’re sohohohohoho dheahhahahahd! Gehahahahah I’m goohohohohonna choohohohke yoohohohu ohohohout with my thihihihihighs!”

“Oo, hot. What else are you gonna do to me?” Dazai dropped his hands lower so they danced against his belly, making kissy noises at Chuuya’s reddening cheeks. “Talk silly to me!”

The scritches were bad enough, but the teasing? Oh the damn teasing! Chuuya’s laugh took on a squeaky noise as he tried and failed to activate his gravity control. Maybe he wasn’t focused enough, or maybe Dazai was cheating and using his own ability to stop him- but the cheeky brunette remained right where he was. “DAHAHAHZAI LEHEHEHET ME GOOHOHO!”

“Awww, already? And I was having so much fun too!” Despite his whine, he released the redhead, pulling his legs up to his chest and resting his chin on them all cute. “Better now?”

Chuuya groaned and gasped, arms coming down and tightly against his waist as he shot an upside down glare in his boyfriend’s direction. It only made Dazai smile more, softening Chuuya’s insides like butter. “Shuhuhut up.”

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“You're saying things with your eyes- it’s making me feel things.”

“Oh?” Dazai’s eyes twinkled as he leaned in, looking down at Chuuya with twinkling eyes. “What kind of things?”

Chuuya didn’t bother with a response. Instead, he reached up and pulled the other man into a spontaneous kiss- gentle and passionate at the same time. When they pulled away, Dazai was flushed and a bit breathless. Chuuya could feel his heartbeat racing beneath his fingers.

“Did that answer your question?” He growled- smirking when Dazai nodded. He leaned in for another kiss, but Chuuya was quick- activating his gravity manipulation and sending him floating out of reach. “Do that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay lightheaded for the next few months.”

“Aww, Chibi! You know I’m always lightheaded whenever you’re around.” Dazai fluttered his eyelashes with a swooning grin, crumbling near instantly when Chuuya grabbed at his suspended thighs, tickling with all his might. “Gheahhahahaha! Chuhuhuhuya! Cuhuhuhya- Chihihihihibi, pleahahhhahahahse!”

“You really didn’t think I forgot about the cookies, did you?” Chuuya growled, grinning from ear to ear as Dazai continued squealing out terms of endearment between giggle fits. “Time to face your just desserts!”

Thanks for reading!

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Are you ticklish?

Tickletober day 15

Lee: Chuuya Nakahara

Ler: Osamu Dazai

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Ships: Dazai x Chuuya

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Dazai and Chuuya were cuddling in bed, ready to sleep

“You’re so beautiful, Chuuya” Dazai said

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but inside he was extremely happy

“Shut up”

“Are you embarrassed?” The suicidal man laughed, he grabbed Chuuya tighter and started kissing his neck

“You’re beautiful” the man breathed a little too much on the other’s neck

“Hey-“ Chuuya complained, moving a little

“What’s wrong?” Dazai remained in the same position

“You- nothing”

“Just because I did that?” Dazai blew a little harder on purpose on Chuuya’s neck

“Fuhuck- stop”

“Oh my God, Chuuya, are you ticklish?”

“No! Leave me alone” the redhead tried to get out of the other’s hug, but Dazai got up faster and climbed on top of him

“Chuuya~”

“SHUHUHUT UP!” Chuuya tried to look threatening but anticipated laughter wouldn't let him.

Dazai slowly started to rub his sides against the other's, teasing him as much as possible.

"So you don't feel ticklish..."

Chuuya didn't answer, he just turned his head to the side in protest.

"Tell me, Chuuya~" Dazai quickly put his hands under the other's clothes, making him unable to hold back anymore and start laughing.

"IHIHI HAHAHATEHE YOHOHOHOU"

"It's a lie, everyone knows you love me"

Chuuya couldn't get rid of Dazai at all, not even using his ability (mainly because Dazai nullified it, but also because he couldn't concentrate while feeling ticklish).

So in a desperate attempt to protect himself, he ended up turning his back.

"Oops~ it looks like you're trying to run away from me"

What Chuuya didn't know was that that would be the end of him.

Dazai put his hands under his shirt. and quickly ran his fingers down his back, the redhead screamed

“OSAHAHAHAMUHU”

“Me~ what is it, my love~? I thought you weren't ticklish”

Chuuya was desperately trying to defend himself

“PLEHEHEHEAHASEHE”

“Admit it~”

“OH FUHUHUHUCK”

“Go, Chuuya~”

“IM TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHISH OK?”

Dazai let go of him, then pulled him to lie on his lap

“Oh my God, you're so cute”

“I hate you”

Dazai chuckled, Chuuya pulled him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him

“Idiot” he said, as his lips brushed against the man he was cursing

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Tickletober 💛💛

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Hide and Seek {Kai and Lloyd}

Lloyd tried his best to stifle his giggles as he hid under one of the bunk beds. He watched as the door opened and saw Kai’s feet as he walked into the room, grumbling.

“Lloyd! Where are you?”

Lloyd held a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing. He and Kai had agreed to one game of hide and seek, but Lloyd kept changing his hiding spots, making it nearly impossible for Kai to find him.

“Ugh, I guess he’s not in here, either…”

Lloyd waited a little bit after Kai left the room to release his breath, chuckling proudly to himself as he started to crawl out from under the bed. As he did, some of the dust under the bed blew up, making his nose tingle.

“Ah, ah–” Lloyd tried to stop himself, but before he could, he sneezed. Loud.

He heard footsteps running down the hallway and he quickly tried to crawl back under the bed, but Kai was in the room before he could fully get back under the bed. “Aha!”

Lloyd squeaked, but he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. There was no escape. And unfortunately for Lloyd, there had been a little bit more at stake with this game of hide and seek than the other ones.

“Well, well, well! I checked under here earlier, you must’ve been changing spots! You stinker, you’re gonna pay for that!”

Lloyd rolled all the way under the bed, giggling nervously. “No, I won’t! You still haven’t caught me, and five minutes is almost up!”

Lloyd squeaked when he felt Kai’s hand around his ankle before he was yanked out from under the bed. He was met with Kai’s smirking face as he wiggled his fingers at Lloyd, making him squirm and giggle without even touching him.

“I found you and caught you within five minutes. So now you have to do my chores for the rest of the week,” Kai poked lightly at Lloyd’s tummy, making him squirm. “And I think, since you cheated, I have to give you a little payback, too.”

Lloyd began to protest with whines and giggles, but Kai was not going to let him off that easily. He was quick to pounce on Lloyd and began to skitter his fingers all over Lloyd’s tummy and sides, making him squeal and laugh, trying to curl up to protect himself.

“Kahahai! That’s not fahahahair!!”

“Not fair? You weren’t playing fair either!!” Kai teased, wiggling his fingers under Lloyd’s arms as he arched his back and laughed.

“Plehehehease!! It tickles! Kai, stahahap!” Lloyd wailed, kicking his legs weakly as Kai finally began to let up on his tickle attack.

“Are you gonna play fair next time?”

“Yehehehes!!”

“Promise?”

“Yehehehes!!!”

Satisfied, Kai finally released Lloyd and ruffled his hair, making him whine. He nudged him gently with his elbow and winked. “Go ask Jay if he’ll play hide and seek in exchange for both our chores. I’ll show you the best hiding spot on the Bounty!”