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10 Tickle Prompts 🩶🩶 (playful edition)

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1. “This could be all over if you just admit it”

2. “So you think you are stronger than me?”

3. “Why are you laughing this is seriously important.”

4. “You started it and I’m ending it, like this…”

5. “So you wont laugh even if I do this…”

6. “GIVE IT BACK”

7. “I know a way to get what I want…”

8. “So were cheating in this game now?”

9. “I thought you said you weren’t tickish”

10. “So you wont laugh if I do this…”

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My prompts are open!! I write for Homestuck and MHA! Feel free to send me your pairings and I'll do my best :)

[lee-karkitty]

Squealing Santa 2020: Kind of Pitch for A Redrom

prompt: upper body, lots of teasing, "no not there", spidery tickles

fandom: Homestuck

recipient!: @im-not-ticklish surprise bud!! i'm so sorry it took so long, i'm kind of shitty and didn't realize how late it was, so if this is rushed lmk and i'll try and plan it out better and redo it.

summary: just a fluffy karezi tickle fight basically

warnings: tickling, swearing. if i missed something, please let me know!

a/n: again, this was really rushed and i feel like it's ooc, and seeing as the recipient is a friend of mine, i could've really tailored this to her likes, but i regrettably, am an irresponsible pos. nevertheless, i hope it turned out okay and that you like it!

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"Terezi, don't." Karkat tried his best to sound demanding and scary, but his panicky smile and wavering voice betrayed him.

"Don't what?" the tealblood asked, her mischievous grin growing at the sound of her matesprit's nervousness. Every step she took towards him, he stepped backward. Honestly, he should've known better.

After a few steps, he found himself backed up against the wall. Shit. Anxious giggles bubbled up in his chest.

"'Rezi..." Her hands came up in wiggly claw shapes.

"Karkat, you know you're never supposed to admit you're ticklish." Butterflies fluttered in his tummy as he covered his torso in defense. Her hands came closer, closer, ever-so-slowly. Then, without warning, jumped forward. He squeaked. Karkat Vantas, who always kept a grumpy grimace glued to his face, squeaked. And she didn't even touch him! He was still squirming and giggling as if she was tickling him, when-

"Karkat... KARKAT, I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU." His face flushed as he slowly untensed and realized she was right. "You... what?" Terezi let out her own loud, boisterous laugh before she responded.

"You must be really ticklish if you reacted like that before I even touched you!" She fell into laughter again. Karkat's blush darkened and he instinctively covered his face and ears. He growled.

"It's not THAT funny, okay? You can stop laughing now..." But she didn't. It was just too good.

"I don't even HAVE to actually tickle you to tickle you! Come on, that's adorable!" That stupid fucking word. She knew he hated being called cute. Well, okay, he didn't. In fact, actually he sort of loved it, but it still flustered him too much for her to just, say it.

"Yanno what? Why don't I GIVE you something to laugh about?" He dived at her belly, fingers finding their way under her shirt and spidering over her skin, making her immediately crumple to the floor, trying to protect herself. He would show her no mercy!

"Kahar... hahahahahahaha!" Her laugh sounded so different like this. It was... calm? No, more like, relaxed? Karkat didn't know, but he liked it a lot. So much that he forgot about his "no mercy" promise and stopped absentmindedly to admire it.

Which was, of course, a mistake. Terezi used her moment of reprieve to retaliate, her sneaky fingers roaming over Karkat's thighs.

"SHIT- TEREZI- SHITNOSTOPSTOHOPITFUCK-" His own hands dove back to her now exposed midriff, desperately trying to find some magic button that would make her stop, even though he caught himself not really wanting her to.

"kARKAT NO! NOT THERE, NOT THERE, NOT THERE!" Her new light laugh became frantic, and her arms dropped. Karkat looked at where his hands fell. Her grubscars! Of course!

"What? Not where? Notttt here?" He drew a finger over her bottom right scar, causing her to let out a squeal much higher than Karkat's original squeak.

"Now THAT was adorable," he giggled, still catching his breath. It was her turn to blush now. She lifted her arms to tickle him again. He was ready this time though, and he caught them easily, transferring both wrists to one of his hands, leaving one free to spider over her vulnerable grubscars.

"KarkaHAHAHAHAT-" Terezi lightly jerked her arms in a halfhearted attempt to free them.

"You're not trying to get away from me, are you, 'Rezi? Am I just gonna have to tickle you till you're too weak to fight back? Huh?" His fingers sped up, moving up and down and side to side to keep her on her toes. She shook her head hurriedly, sort of trying to shake the tickly feelings away. Her laugh really was so beautiful. And she looked so cute being tickled, all frantic and giggly. Wait, was it too much? Was he being an assfuck again? He stopped his hands, stuttering, trying to find a way to apologize.

"Hehe... hehehehehe... K-keep going..!" Terezi managed between shaky breaths and leftover giggles.

"Huh?" the mutantblood murmured. "Y... you want me to keep... tickling you?" Terezi's face went bright blue.

"Y-yeah, okay, I like it. Now can you start again before you make me die of embarrassment?"

Karkat was stunned for a second, but he obliged. Sort of.

"Aww, you're not even gonna fight back now? How disappointing." His fingers slowly started back up again, taking their time at each spot he found, making the tealblood squirm. "I thought you were a worthy adversary, but all you need to calm you down is a little tickle?"

"We're not pitch, you-" Her voice broke into another helpless peal of laughter as his fingers sped up again.

"No name-calling!" he said, smiling to himself. He would definitely be doing this more often.

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Merry Christmas @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers !!

I'm a little rusty with my writing but I hope you like it! Happy Squealing Santa

Special thanks to @ticklygiggles for organizing everything❤️

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The Grand Highblood was a name that churned every sane troll's stomach. Ruthless, unpredictable, purple blood twisted inside him, cold, fueling a strength only rivaled by the Royal seadwellers. Signless could deal with the cruelty of the Empress, handle the attacks from his voilet oppressors, but not this. Nothing could have prepared him for this.

Signless tugged once again at the sharp, iron cuffs on his hands, thick and noisy in the silent cell. He had always known that one day his luck would run out, that he would finally be captured, but there was gratitude in his heart that the subjugglers left his friends and followers alone. So long as he kept quiet, he would be executed with the knowledge of where Dolarosa, Deciple, and Psiioniic were going safely tucked in his soul.

His feet were bound in frigid chains, sharp on the bones of his ankles. A small light shone overhead, enough to glint off the rusted bars, but not the concrete floor. He could see every exhale curl through the air in white smoke. So cold.

At the very least, Signless could hear every time the guard came within 20 meters of his cell from the sheer weight of his leather footsteps. His stomach gurgled for more of the grub paste he'd been given yesterday, but his tongue prickled preemptively with the phantom taste of bitter acid and bile. The guard stepped into view behind the row of bars, but there was no grub paste. Just keys as they jangled around the lock on the door, which opened with a piercing whine. The guard grunted, motioning with his hand to come closer, clutching a familiar black cloth.

Two guards, ahead and behind him, led Signless through the halls on two chain leashes. The blindfold was tied tightly to his face, forcing his focus to the tiles under his bare soles, the rough material of the unwashed trousers he was given, and the chains. As they climbed an oak staircase, the temperate rose to a more comfortable chill. Signless sighed, but chokes on a sudden, harsh tug backwards. They stopped. A hard knock rang against wood close to his head, but he couldn't move away if he tried. The door opened with a dull click and Signless was lead inside.

Living all his life as a renegade, Signless considered his senses to be rather sharp. But he was preoccupied with the chains on his wrists being pulled over his head so harshly that his heels barely brushed the floor. Far too preoccupied to hear the even more massive boots against the floor until they were far too close.

"That's enough, motherfucker."

That voice. Everyone knew that voice. Signless shifted his weight back, but the chain holding him up was taut and heavy. He hung there, swaying, like an oink beast carcass.

The blindfold was yanked down to his neck, colours and lights striking his mutated eyes. Signless blinked into focus, and took in the sheer sight that was The Grand Highblood. Doubling Signless' height, his wild hair framed his shoulders and wavy horns, adding even more height. Blood-curling, white paint stuck to his face, applied with careful detail to resemble the teeth of a deep-sea horror. With a sway in his step, The Grand Highblood began circling around his prized prisoner.

"You're real fuckin' short, aren't you?"

Signless turned to look at him, but kept his mouth shut. There is only one reason to keep a troll like himself alive, after all, even if it's only for the time being. He would not crack. He couldn't. A sharp slap cut across his cheek, the mark flushing an offensive red. Signless hadn't even see him move.

"Let's make one thing motherfucking clear," Grand Highblood spat. "When I ask you a question, you best give me an answer. Understand?"

Signless licked his lips, his jaw pulsing from the single, half-hazard strike. "Yes."

"Good." He pulled the blindfold back up with a single claw, this time allowing more light to seep through. There was a snap of fingers, a grunt of acknowledgment, and the rough scraping of wood on stone as some sort of furniture was dragged closer, just out of Signless' kicking range.

"Now then, let's not waste any more motherfucking god damn time." The three seconds of silence stretch between them, tensing like a rubber band until it snaps around the Grand Highblood's words. "Where are your apostles?"

Signless gripped back his displays of relief. His friends had not been found, nor will they be without his help. He was the only one on Alternia that knew where they were, and he swore to keep it that way, regardless of the cost.

"Maybe you didn't hear me." He circled again, but much slower, coming to a stop directly behind Signless. "Shit, I'm feeling downright merciful today, so I'll repeat myself one more motherfucking time. Where are your fucking apostles, mutant?"

Signless forced down a shiver, tugging gently at his wrists one more time. Not a chance.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Now I get to have me some motherfucking entertainment!"

Sharp, unkept nails skittered up his defenceless sides, forcing a surprised giggle from the preacher's lips. What on Alternia?

"Honk! Look how sensitive you are! Your skin is even weaker than that of a Rustie, already turning red. What a motherfucking miracle! It must be my hatching day all up in this bitch!"

Signless squirmed, feeling 1000 times more exposed than he did before. Every memory of being tickled absolutely senseless flashed through his eyes, each filled with more tears than the last. Psi had been his most common assaulter. On the bright side, no bodily harm would come to him this way. He just had to bear it until he finds a way to escape, and said escape won't be hindered by serious inquiries. A slight grin tugged at his lips as he clenched his jaw. A little tickling never killed anyone.

Without warning, two pairs of knuckles slotted themselves between his grub scars and dug furiously. Lightning shot through his nerves straight to his spine, his sense of touch heightened by the loss of vision. A guffaw tore out of Signless' throat before he could clamp his mouth shut, as he kicked off the floor to escape the sensations. It tickled so bad, so so bad. But he wouldn't dare laugh.

"Oho, a fighter! You can try that shit for now, but once you're all burnt out, you'll break easy. You're helpless."

Signless bit his lip harder, calves and shoulders quickly protesting all his movement. The knuckles dropped to his bottom ribs, continuing their ministrations. Finally, laughter broke free like water to a dam, harsh and powerful with the pressure. Shame burned his cheeks. Signless spun sideways to throw off the attacker's hands, but Grand Highblood quickly dragged him back into place. The millisecond of relief only allowed him to regret thinking this form of torture would be easy.

"Ha! You think you can escape, bitch? You're weak. I don't even know your worst spots yet."

"Hahahahahaha, oh fuhuhuck!" Nuckles turned to claws as they traveled up and down his sides, spidering quickly. Down to his hips, up, down, up, down, and up further to his lower ribs, still buzzing and flushed. Suddenly, each trip down was a promise to explore higher and higher, until both hands slid way too high to attack his armpits.

"AHAHA! No, nohoho fuck ohofff!" Signless squealed, thrashing as best he could but failing to lower his arms at all. He curled one knee up as high as he could, but it only threw him off balance as pain stabbed at his shoulders. He was truly, utterly, trapped.

The Grand Highblood chuckled darkly behind him. "Is it too much already? How motherfucking pathetic."

His fingers skittered across his torso and sides for what felt like hours and hours, until Signless' laughs became gasps and chokes, eyes falling in and out of focus. Whenever he got even slightly used to the sensation, Grand Highblood would just switch spots.

"HAHA....ahaAA.. p.. ehehaha .pleheheease!"

"You know how to make it stop, motherfucker. Where did they run off to?"

The temptation was there, as much as it pained him. The tickling was too much, he was going crazy. "I-ahaha! C-c-ahan't!"

A rough growl cut through the air, and the tickling stopped. The hands held his ribs roughly, but he finally caught his breathe in progressively deeper inhales. The relief was short lived, however, as two more footspets got closer. Probably more guards, but he still couldn't see for himself.

Seconds later, the tickling resumed threefold. Thirty fingers danced across his skin, in his armpits, ribs, and the rest were fluttering across his belly and squeezing his hips. He heard a girl chuckling at him, and a small "oh" from a young man.

Kids, 8 sweeps at most. With renewed energy, Signless' bucked hard, shaking his head side to side as he began kicking at whoever was in front of him. The first missed, but the second came into contact with a clothes torso. Instead of launching his assaulter back, his ankle was yanked forwards and caught between their body and arm. Stupid highblood strength!

Sharp nails teased his arch skillfully and he shrieked.

"Ooh, boss! Looks like I found a good one!" She said with more giggling.

"Good work, bitch. Keep it up," The Grandhighblood repied.

With one foot in the air, Signless' struggling turned into pathetic twitches and jolts. He scrunched his toes as hard as he could, but the girl simply pried them back and continued. When she reached under his toes, tears started forming in his eyes.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- AAAAA NOHOHOHO!! nOT THEEEHEHERE!"

"Not where? Here? Are your toes reeeally bad? Is that a really /ticklish/ spot for you?" She teased.

Heat dripped down his neck in embarrassment, even his back began flushing.

"Oh, do you not like that word? Tickle? But you're so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle, I bet it feels sooo baaaddd~"

"Aha, hahaha! Dohhohoon't!" He pleaded.

"Don't what?"

"Mock meehehe!"

He could feel the venom dripping from her voice. "Mock you? If you wish!"

"Enough, child." The Grand Highblood interrupted. "He needs to focus."

She didn't respond but she dropped his leg. His hypersensitive toes barely brushed the floor before she yanked his other from underneath him, raking her nails over his entire sole hard and fast.

At the same time, the quiet boy shifted his hands down to squeeze at Signless' defenceless thigh.

"NOOOOOHOHOHOA! HAHAHAHA!"

Grand highblood continued to switch from spiders to digs and jabs at his armpits, while the other two scratched and squeezed his shaking legs and feet. After only a few minutes, white flickers of light bloomed under Signless' eyelids, head spinning as it forced his every breath out in raw, desperate laughter. His lungs began to burn.

"no- hahahhaha, nnhaha..noho more..no mohohoore!"

"You can make this all go away, motherfucker. Just tell is where they are and we'll stop."

"haha....n..no.."

"We won't stop until you're fucking dead. But it's gonna be a looking time till this gets you. Weeks, maybe even months"

Signless shuddered, body limp from exhaustion as all three of them tickled both his sensitive sides without care for his pleading.

"Or, you could spare yourself all the trouble now...and we'll make sure your end is swift and painless. You're finished anyways, and we'll find your followers with or without your help. So why suffer?"

His eyes rolled around in his skull, head pointing with blood lacking oxygen. His laugher fell quiet ages ago, but as it became silent his senses began to fail.

"Where are those motherfuckers hiding?"

Body numb and buzzing all at once, Signless forced one last breath through his aching throat, before the sweep lull of unconsciousness took him.

"..if that's what it takes, I will be their sufferer."

[ticklygiggles]

Hello, everyone! Okay, so I said I was not going to host the event this year… but after some thinking, I just couldn’t resist! I hope you guys don’t mind having me again doing your assigments for the third year in a row, omg! I hope you had an amazing time last year and, as always, I invite you to participate once again. If you haven’t done this before, I warmly invite you to give it a try!

We’re starting fairly early this year and that’s exciting, so here are the rules that most of you know so very well:

In order to get a tickle fic, you must be willing to write a tickle fic for someone else.

Fics should be 250 words or more (if that sounds like a lot, don’t worry, it’s only about a page double-spaced).

Fics should be based on prompts given by the person you are writing for.

When you sign up, include 1-5 loose prompts - can be as simple as a fandom, a pairing, a character, a scenario, or a combination of those things.

Once sign-ups end, I’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until the end of December to finish your fic and send it to the person you’re writing for. In turn, your writer will post a fic for you by the end of December! No one will know who is writing whose prompts until the fics are posted, because surprises are fun!

Here is what I will need from you:

An ask, submission, or message telling me what fandoms/pairings you’re willing to write for.

An ask, submission, or message listing 1-5 prompts (can be specific or vague, whatever you want) for me to give to the person assigned to write for you.

Make sure you have your askbox or messages open, because I’ll need to communicate with you at some point to let you know who you are writing for!

IF YOU ARE ANON: you must include a tumblr url or email I can contact you at. I promise I won’t give it out to anyone, I just will need a way to contact you over the course of the exchange!

SIGNING UP: I already said we’re starting early this year, so I thought three weeks are more than enough time for you all to send your info! So, you will have until Friday, November 13th to sign up. After that, sign-ups will be closed! I think that’s enough time for me to do the assigments and then for you to write your fic!

Also: when you sign up I will send you a confirmation ask/email/whatever, so if you don’t receive that, contact me! (I want to make sure no one gets left out due to tumblr eating asks or something similarly dumb.)

Also also: If you are willing to write another fic in case of needed, please let me know when your submit your information! That would be of great help!

I hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Then, I’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!

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Count me IN!!

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tHE pANtS- I can’t. He totally rocks it though.

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Bakugou Katsuki is a PRINCE OF TIME, you cowards.

Time bound are goal-oriented, driven, fighters, stubborn, impatient, and speak with their actions. Bakugou not only wants to be the number one hero, but wants to be the best hero there ever has been and he perfectly demontrares his determination to reach his goal through every second of screentime he has. Of course he is still quick to anger and screams a lot as a defence mechanism for his own insecurities (notice how more often he screams after Kacchan V Deku 1, rather than just boasting and yelling), which highlights the flaws of all Time bound.

Classes are harder to pinpoint, since it often depends greatly on how the player uses their aspect, and how they perceive power. Thankfully Bakugou has made it pretty easy to see what he thinks of strength. Active classes are those who take matters into their own hands, often focusing on themselves before others, which isn't to say they're all self centred but rather that's where they draw their primary strength. Think 'win to save' rather than 'save to win.' Bakugou absolutely is an active class, leaving Thief, Mage, Knight, and oh look, Prince! My process of elimination bellow.

Princes are often known for lacking their aspect, instead using it to destroy things or destroying the aspect itself. Bakugou lacking time just means he is very efficient about how he spends it and is incredibly impatient. Examples: going to bed early, studying a lot, and thinking of new ways to use his quirk before being told to. Because of this, he improves a lot faster than most of his other classmates. In a session, I'd imagine he would be able to speed up or even eliminate the process of waiting for things, be it a long space journey or baking cookies. A nice call back to Time Bound valuing the destination over the journey. This is just so fitting to Bakugou I can't imagine him as anything else.

Why not other classes:

We've seen Dave, a Knight Of Time, for quite a while and it's easy to see that he and Bakugou are quite different. Dave hides his flaws behind a mask that is pretty obvious, whereas Bakugou doesn't have a mask, but a true and honest complex. You could argue that Karkat is a Knight and had the same sort of anger, but Karkat uses it to hide how much he cares about people, whereas anger is Bakugou's natural reaction to anything he feels uncertain about. Knights are protectors, and while Bakugou wants to be a hero, that's just not where his drive comes from. That's why people around him doubt his intentions.

Thieves steal their aspect from others, but I don't think Bakugou has shown any interest in taking things away from anyone. Again, he focuses on himself (too much) and at his core would not want his power to rely on others. Vriska took her powers from her idolozation of Mindfang through knowledge. Imagine Bakugou stealing time from All Might or his classmates. Yeah, didn't think so.

Mages are very knowledge based, often using their understanding of their aspect to do their bidding. Bakugou, as smart as he has proven himself, simply wouldn't care too much about how time works, or about doomed timelines. He is impulsive and makes decisions on the fly, very rarely being caught off guard so much that he can't recover. Mages are also known to sacrifice their well-being for their aspect's power, which seems out of character for Bakugou.

Why not other Aspects:

It's easy to say Bakugou would be something like Rage because he's so angry, or Doom because he's a hero. But I think they simply don't fit the way Time does.

Space bound are too patient in their plans. They wait for the right moment to strike, while Bakugou is impulsive with his actions.

Mind bound are indecisive and hesitate with choices. It's true that Bakugou manages to come up with good strategies and creative solutions, but Mind is more about logic driven solutions, which I think stomps on Bakugou's creativity with his quirk and costume gauntlets.

Heart bound are manipulative and self-conscious. It's close, and this is a good aspect for Bakugou too, but heart bound are too focused on how other's perceive them, and Bakugou's main fault is that he is not.

Hope bound are optimistic and warm. Rays of sunshine, very caring and a but gullible. Definitely not.

Rage bound are unconcerned with morals and would destroy society if it meant revealing the truth. Bakugou has very strong beliefs of what is right and wrong, and he spat in the face of joining the villian's side. Even when he was backed into a corner he never once wavered. He also doesn't want to go against the system, instead training relentlessly to get to the top of said system.

Breath sounds perfect until you remember that they tend to have self esteem issues when faced with sudden challenges and hardships, not really focused on their accomplishments despite being driven. They hate confrontation.

Blood bound focus on relationships with others.

Life bound are incredibly understanding and empathetic.

Doom bound are unfortunate, often dealt a bad hand since birth, which sounds nothing like Bakugou's situation at all.

Light bound are driven to learn, not really do.

Void bound are too indecisive in what they choose to believe.

In Conclusion

Bakugou would make the perfect Prince of Time. All other aspects and classes have at least one thing that contradicts Bakugou's beliefs, actions, or goals. All except this classpect which I totally haven't thought about for 3 weeks now. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[lee-karkitty]

Bloodthirsty Ler

Taglist: @lizzienaut @quezq @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers @ticklish-sprout (just bc i know you used to be into homestuck) @im-not-ticklish (ik you said you'd probably see it but just in case ówò)

Pairings: Established Redrom Rosemary (Rose Lalonde and Kanaya Maryam)

Warnings: homoerotic, but not exactly suggestive; mentions/threats of blood and blood-drinking; swearing; could potentially trigger trauma from being emotionally abused/manipulated, but nothing like that actually happens (i just know from experience) If I missed anything, let me know!

Summary: Kanaya discovers how sensitive Rose is, but soon gets distracted by rainbowdrinker urges. Rose says something that ends up provoking Kanaya more. (no actual drinking takes place)

A/N: This took a lot longer than I expected it to, but it's done! I admit, I don't pay too much attention to Rose or Kanaya, but I still adore the pair! I just don't really know how to write them. Maybe they just didn't have a lot of development in the story? Idk. Set after canon ended and before the epilogues, both 18 human years old. This isn't my best work tbh, but I know there's not NEARLY enough Rosemary out there, let alone Rosemary tickles, and I tried ;-;

Let me know if you want a part 2 tho !! <3

"This is just adorable! You're so precious; I'm not even trying to tickle you!"

"Shhh-haha-hut up, Kanaya! S-stohahahop!" Rose wasn't normally so blunt with her wife (or in general, really), but she couldn't think with all the fluttery electricity in her nervous system.

"I'm not doing anything, darling!" the jadeblood grinned, adoring the flustered mess in her lap. Her ruffled hair, her rare bright smile (not her smirk, her genuine smile), her gorgeous laugh. While admiring her, she started to notice the light blush dusting her cheeks and nose, taunting her bloodlust. Wrestling the urge to drink from Rose right then, she focused on slowly, gently scratching the human's side, right over her ribs, with her sharp black nails.

"The-hehe- the claaahahahahawws! K-Kanay-" She whined, her voice coming out in choked squeaks. "Nohohoho fuck!"

"You are... frighteningly beautiful, Rose. When you laugh. And when you blush.." The victim squealed, turning her head.

"You bloodthihirsty bihihihihitch, stoppit!" Kanaya feigned shock and grabbed her wife by the elbows, swiftly but roughly lifting her from her lap and pinning her to the ground beside her. Rose lied on her back, eyes wide in shock, and Kanaya sat on one hip, her legs underneath her and to the side.

"Now, dear, you know how sensitive I am about my condition," Kanaya whispered ever-so-calmly, sending a chill through Rose. "Maybe... I should show you what a 'bloodthirsty bitch' I am." Rose's eyes were wide with anticipation as Kanaya took both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. As the rainbowdrinker lowered her head, Rose's eyes fluttered shut, and she turned her head, exposing her neck.

Her eyes shot back open when instead of two fangs, she felt those cruel nails skittering across her neck. She squealed and fell into helpless giggles, shaking her head.

"Rose, would you please stay still?" Kanaya teased, sounding exasperated, but not even bothering to suppress her grin. She took her hands back. Rose giggled for a few more seconds, frantically rubbing away the leftover tickly feelings as she calmed down, beaming at her wife. When Rose slowly brought her arms back down, another idea crossed Kanaya's mind.

Kanaya walked her claws up from Rose's hips, ever-so-slowly, raising her shirt along the way, giggling with her. Maddeningly slowly, ten torturous nails ascended over her sides, pulling a few squeals from her. Once Kanaya's fingers reached just under her ribs, Rose shot her hands back down and pushed at Kanaya's.

"I asked you to stay still," she laughed, switching to scribbling lightly over Rose's tummy.

"H-hahahaha-HOW aham IhI s-suppohosed to doho thahahat?" She couldn't help but squirm. Kanaya abruptly leaned down to her ear, her voice taking on a dark, sadistic tone.

"Because if you don't, I'm going to pierce your veins and drink your candy red blood until you're too exhausted to squirm anymore," she whispered. Rose's face went red, and she shut her eyes, cursing herself for it. Kanaya giggled and kissed her ear, and Rose squeaked and struggled to stay still. After a pause, Kanaya slowly, gently lifted Rose's arms again, firmly planted them to the floor, and brought her own hands back down.

"So keep still for me, okay, love?" Rose choked on a whimper and nodded as her wife raised her hands and slowwwly started wiggling her fingers towards her. Rose balled her hands into fists as she watched bending her arms behind her head, using everything she had to keep them up.

Slower. Slower. Slowwerrrr her fingers lowered. Rose's blush spread to her neck and ears, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Gotcha!" Kanaya skittered her claws up and down her victims sides and over her tummy. Rose's reaction was instant. Rose screamed behind closed lips before dissolving into ticklish laughter, twisting and writhing underneath Kanaya. Rose's eyes squeezed shut and she bent her arms as far down as she could get away with.

"K-Kanayahahaha! Pleeeeheheheheheease!" Rose shook her head frantically. She couldn't stay still with Kanaya torturing her like this! Kanaya just hummed contently, and let her fingers scratch over Rose's ribs, which had proved to be a hyperticklish spot.

"FUCK! FUCKFUhuckfuckfuckfuhuhuck stop!" Her willpower was quickly draining

"Oh, sweetheart, can't you handle just a bit longer? Hm?" Kanaya's fingers slowed to a stop, staying at the top of her ribs, just at her sides. Rose tried desperately to catch her breath, while still feeling after-tickles and those damn fingertips where they started, taunting her.

"Babe, I can't keep my arms up any longer," Rose whined. They twitched even now as she spoke. She felt too helpless- too ticklish- to keep her arms up.

"I'm sure you could if you tried. Unless you want me to feed from you, of course." Kanaya grinned teasingly, wickedly, and Rose felt like a tiny fly caught in a spider's web. At least, that is, if that fly were excruciatingly gay and enjoying every second of its helplessness. She could only respond with a little whine she didn't even realize she had been holding in her throat. Kanaya let out a huff of a laugh and softly poked between two of Rose's ribs, eliciting another squeal before removing herself from the ground and smoothing out her skirt and starting to braid her hair.

Rose watched her, admiring her grace, but frowning at her shift of attention from her. Of course Kanaya noticed, but she said nothing. Trying not to pout, Rose sat up and looked away, setting her arm on her lap and putting her head on her fist.

Okay, maybe she wasn't trying too hard not to pout...

"Don't sulk, Rose. It's just hard to see with my hair in front of my face." Kanaya quickly knelt back down, grabbing both of Rose's wrists. "I had to fix it," she muttered.

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Omg I love this and I love you

Thank you for the tag btw!

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i love a lot of those prompts but what if you did 44 with Davekat 🥺🥺👉👈

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You're So Annoying

Pairing: Davekat

Prompt: 44: "I see you smiling...come on, laugh!"

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you can't believe that this is happening to you. Twice. Not only did you already spend three of your adolescent years on a meteor, hurling towards the boss fight of a lifetime, but here you are, a grown man, traveling through space again. And you have to admit, it is just as boring as you remember it being.

You look over your shoulder to see your beloved Karkat reading one of his raunchy romance novels. He gets so into them, you can't help but chuckle. And like the good matesprit/kismesis/ boyfriend you are, you decide to go fuck with him.

Fuck. You pause at the word. No, you mean bother him, not fuck him. Fuck with him. fuck.

You regain focus. His ears flick to pick up the sound of your socked feet padding across the bedroom, right to where he lays comfortably in his pile.

"Mind if I join you," you ask sweetly.

"Mmrrg, just don't move too much," he says without looking up.

You take that as the warm welcome it is and flop down, making sure to knock the book with your elbow a bit.

"Watch it!"

"Sorry dude." You bite down a grin, wiggle up to him, and toss your arm over his shoulders. Damn, you miss being taller than him, but not really. It's just a bit of a stretch, that's all. Karkat glances at you. You smile as big and obnoxiously as you can. He just chuckles and goes back to his book.

After a few minutes of you trying to read along, he jerks upright. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, pulls it down, and leans back. Your arm curls softly around his side now, and you tug him closer so it's more like a half-spoon. Hell yeah, you could get down with this.

Or not. Despite the affection, he's still ignoring you. Oh well, you try to keep yourself busy.

"Dave, stop trying to hum your shitty slam poetry. You're doing it directly into my ear, which, may I remind you, is hundreds of times more sensitive than yours."

"Dave, for fucks sake, beatboxing is just as bad!"

"Oh my- Dave I will make you sleep on the floor! I'm trying to read, just shut the bulge scraping fuck up!"

"Alright alright," you say. "I'm sorry." You wrap both arms around him, tucking your nose into his hair. He huffs, but he leans back into you. Hm...this is no good. Sure, you want to annoy him, but not if he's just going to not annoy you back! You feel his core tense under your hands as his eyebrows pinch, nearing the end of his chapter. He's so cute when he's reading.

And the clouds part to make way for your genius mind. Your brilliance is astounding. Why didn't you think of it earlier? You have a plan.

You slowly tuck your hands under the hem of his sweater and slide up to place them on his cute stomach. So cute. Karkat hums in shy approval. You wait patiently, rubbing small circles into his purring chest, until you can't wait any longer.

With an evil grin, you dig your fingers into his ribs, right below his sensitive grubscars.

"Da-AHA!" He yelps. His back arches forward, stretching his ribs out for you even more, before slamming back into your chest. He curls his limbs in like an armadillo, but his head stays thrown back, choking down laughter. You tease his soft sides, poking and fluttering your fingers across every inch. Karkat nearly bites his lip off, refusing to give you the satisfaction of getting his reaction.

"I see you smiling...come on, laugh!" You wrap around him even tighter, ticking up and down his stomach like you were born to do it.

"F- Fuuaahahaha! Fuck y-ouuhuhuhhmhmhm!" He tries to turn around and smack you, but he's trapped in your lap. Or, at least you think so. He's too ticklish to escape, plus you know he likes it.

"Dahahave, I'm waA- I'm waaharning yOUHU!" So loud. He squirms left, right, forward and back, trying to escape your grasp without loosing his page. He still won't pay attention to you? Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. With all the courage you can muster, you slam your hands into Karkat's armpits.

Or, at least you try.

See, before you could even switch tickle spots, Karkat throws his book to the floor, drags you out of his pile, and pins you to the floor by the wrists of your shirt. The troll strength in his gorgeous hands and arms holds you down, combined with his flustered, red face, makes your heart bounce. God, he's so beautiful when he's mad.

"Dave...fucking...Strider...." You wait for him to say more, but it doesn't look like he's going to, for once. With a deep, sexy growl, he tears the sleeves clean off your arms and carves his claws down the centre of your shirt. Karkat yanks the fabric from underneath you and throws it away.

"Aw man, I loved that one! You owe me a new shirt, babe."

"Don't you fucking babe me! I'll kill you!"

"Kinky," you say, as if you can't dig your own grave any faster. "Wanna let me up now? I won't tickle you anymore, let's just cuddle." You smile.

Karkat doesn't smile. He sneers. Suddenly, you feel very nervous about being under your very strong, very angry matesprit/kismesis/human boyfriend, in nothing but your pajama pants. With anime-villian red eyes and anime-villian shark teeth, you begin to realize the gravity of your situation.

"W..wait, Karkat. Um, I didn't- I," you stutter uselessly. Your hands shoot down to stop the claws raking up your sides, but he's just so strong. There's no stopping him, and you both know it. You whine, urging yourself to stay still. If you don't move, he won't see you. Right?

"You didn't what, Dave? Didn't think this through?" You close your eyes, but it just makes the sensations worse!

"Ah, haha- no! No no babe come on please I was just messing I didn't really mean it plus you like it I don't-"

"I sure as hell don't like it when I'm trying to read!" With that, he digs his fingers into your ribs the same way you did to his. Only this time, you howl. You twist and flail your arms, unsure how to fight back or escape. God it tickles so bad, it's torture.

"Nohoohohoo! No- naaaaahaha!" You squeal as he runs his terrifying teeth across your stomach, occasionally peeking his tongue out too join in. Suddenly, your entire body jolts as his hands drift down to squeeze at your sides. Your own hands are free to push weakly at his assault, as you gasp and squeal with every touch. A hot blush creeps up your neck.

"Who's laughing now, fucker? You are," Karkat teases, still nibbling your soft middle. Your laugh jumps up in pitch at his cruel words.

"Plehe- Hahahaha! P-plehehease!" You grab his wrists with all your strength, and he outright growls at you. His hands slide down to your worst spot, digging his thumbs in your hips with expert accuracy.

"AAAAHAHAHA! KAA- KAHARKAHA!" Screaming with laughter, you can't even beg for mercy. You nerves burst like fireworks as your body squirms further into Karkat's touch without your permission. You want to curl up, run away, but your body quivers uselessly at every touch.

"Shhh, don't attract any of the others," Karkat warns. Fortunately, Karkat is much to considerate to let that happen: his cute ears twist towards the door every few seconds, checking for footsteps. Unfortunately, that also means no one is coming to save you. He switches to scribbles and scratches all over your hips and waistline.

"Shihihihiiitt!"

"What's wrong, Dave?

"Aaaahahaha, I give I give i giAH! HAhaha-"

"You begging already?"

"Yes! Yes yehehehahahahh..ahaha..." You gasp for air. Karkat slowly stops. Giggles still pour out from the sensations, and your flinch from the touch of your own hands as you sooth them over your skin.

Karkat admires you with dreamy eyes. He moves his legs back so he can lay on top of you, lips inches from your own. You lean up to kiss him. His lips are soft, fitting perfectly with yours, making everything ok. Tucking your hands under his sweater again, you reach around to hold his lower back.

Another idea pops into your impulsive head. You would only have one chance to get it right, otherwise Karkat would just take the upperhand back again. And if you were to fail....

You grin. Against your better judgement, you pick a fight with your lovely kismesis. You wrap your legs around Karkat's waist as tight as you can, hold him with one arm, and tickle all over his ribs.

He barks, curling aways to protect his side. You fail to get past his arm once, twice, and it's too late. Your hands are glued to your sides between handsome thighs. God, you're so gay.

"Really, Dave? You must really want me to wreck you, huh."

"Aaaaa," you whine. Your face burns. "Don't...don't just, say it!"

"Say what?"

"You know..."

"I don't. Tell me."

You shiver. "No!"

"Say. It. Right now, or I won't tickle you. I'll go right back to my book-"

"No no nonono ok fine you win!" You glance at your shades perched on the nightstand, yearning for their protection under Karkat's gaze.

"Still not what I want to hear," he smirks, running his tongue over his teeth.

"Baaaaabe."

"One," he says.

"What?" You're confused.

"Two."

One, two...Oh god. He's counting!

"Thre-"

"Wait!! Wait wait wait! Ok. Um, so, I-" Your throat dries up, chest heavy. Karkat just watches you patiently, soaking up every detail of your face. "I like it when you, um. when you... when you tickle me..and I want..um, you, to.. I want you t- to...tickle, me. more," you babble. Karkat does not look very impressed. "Um. please?"

He taps his chin, tightening his legs around you again. You wiggle, hot with embarrassment. "I think you can do a little better than that."

"Nooooo!" This isn't fair. You open your mouth to protest, but you're distracted by his sudden hands on your chest. You can feel the edges of his claws, careful not to dig into your delicate, human skin.

"I'm waiting," Karkat says, pretending to be bored. He still may leave though.

"Sorry, ok. Um, please, Karkles." You take a deep breath. "P-please tickle me, babe. I need it."

His eyes widen, so you urge yourself to keep going: "I want you to..to tickle me until I can't breathe. I- I love it. Come on, Karkat. Please, please, please..."

You feel his body tense. His ears tilt down, turning a brighter shade of red to match both your faces. He just stares.

"Sorr-" His hand covers your mouth, cutting you off. He looks at you through his bangs, that look in his eyes that you didn't even know you had been craving.

"Just remember, you brought this on yourself."

You don't even have time to nod. His hands are all over you, making you scream loud enough for everyone onboard the damn ship to hear. As boring as space travel may be, you're glad that this time you have Karkat to keep you busy.

"I lohohove youuuu!"

"Oh I love too, Dave."

I hope this meets your expectations @edgy-and-extra !!

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Tickle prompts

Feel free to send me some prompts, also I found this gif and I found it really funny so I posting it :)

“Come here.”

“Plehehease don’t.”

“I guess you shouldn’t have done that, huh?”

“Take that back!”

“Stop, I’m ticklish. Uhh... I mean, what?”

“Stop that!”

“Tell me, or I’ll tickle you.”

“You don’t have it in you.” “Are you sure about that?”

“Is it too late to take that back?”

“You want me to tickle you that bad?”

“Not there!”

“You snort? That’s adorable!”

“Aww, is it too much for you?”

“You’re not off the hook yet.”

“Sorry?”

“I told you not to wake me up! Now you gotta pay!”

“Oh really?”

“Don’t look at me like that!” “Like what?” “Like you’re gonna...do something!”

“Run.”

“Come out, y/n. You know I’ll find you eventually...”

“I’m gonna get youuuu”

“Nice try. But you’re gonna have to do better than that to make me laAAAUGH!”

“You think you’re ready to apologize now?”

“Just you wait.”

“Never!”

“I’m not gonna do anything.” “Then why are you smirking?”

“You’re so adorable!”

“Am I teasing you too much?”

“Aww, does this tickle?”

“Do it again, see what happens.”

“Let’s count your ribs! One two four, oh wait, darn, lemme start over.”

“I’m not ticklish.”

“I’m betting I can prove you wrong.”

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Make me.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Had enough?”

“Too bad.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you cheated.”

“Tickle tickle tickletickletickle!”

“Stop! You know I don’t like being teased!”

“Aww, look at your blush! Don’t hide it.”

“I see you smiling... come on, laugh!”

“Stop resisting!”

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Aaah I wanna do these too!