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ler:

- say what you want about danny, but he is a man that is extremely determined.

- by the time you finally encounter him— or, rather, he allows you to see him— he already knows every intimate detail about you. of course, that includes the basics: your name, your friends’ names, where you live, where you work… but it goes much further than that. he knows you always get an iced caramel latte with three shots of espresso from your favorite local coffee shop. he knows that you only eat toast that’s slightly burnt in the center. he knows that a year ago, you told everyone at the office that you were “so sick you just couldn’t make it in.” everyone had believed you when you had come back on monday— but he knows that you discreetly went a few hours away to a music festival.

- danny prides himself on his ability to study his future victims with such scrutiny and extensive detail. and yes, where you’re ticklish IS a requirement… at least, this time he deemed it to be.

- you thought you were so subtle… no one in your daily life was aware that you had such an… interesting little kink. but danny knows. after all, you wrote every single one down in that diary you keep in your bottom drawer…

- he can’t help but regularly keep tabs on what you’ve been writing. he never expected you, of all people, to be such a pervert. you don’t know it yet, but danny has developed a bit of a soft spot for you. it won’t keep you safe from him, but he’s generous enough to give you one final hoorah before you meet your demise at his hands.

- it was pitch black in your room. had you’d fallen sleep? that was strange— the last thing you remembered was sitting on the couch around 7:30, clicking the remote control mindlessly. you didn’t recall being tired at all… but as you try to move your arms, you soon realize that you’re tethered down to your bed posts. a wave of panic crashes through you as you stutter out loudly; you demand to know who’s there, what do they want from you?

- just off to your right, he emerges from the shadows. you’ve seen that mask before in the newspapers— the ghost face?! you whimper and cry. this couldn’t be how it ends! you didn’t do anything to deserve this!

- he’d shush you as you continued to thrash around. danny would bite back a chuckle— soon enough, you’d be thrashing for an entirely different reason. but for now, he relished in the absolute terror of you not knowing his plans. it’s ironic, in a way, he’d think; this scenario is exactly as you’d described in your diary, yet when he’s gone through the painstaking trouble of actually bringing it to you, you cry out in fear… how ungrateful. no matter. might as well get started.

- he would make fun of you, at first: teasing you for being so oblivious to the fact that he’d been watching you for months, how easy it was for him to break into your place… and for having such a filthy mind. he’d pause with a toothy grin behind his mask as he watched the realization set in on your face. “yes… that’s right; i know all about how badly you want to be tickled. jesus, the fuck is wrong with you? i mean… just… wow.”

- he was absolutely giddy; you, on the other hand, couldn’t be any more terrified. (understandable, given the circumstances.)

- although… another part of you would be, well— very excited. this was your dream come true… the circumstances weren’t exactly as you had imagined but… hey, a win’s a win, eh? might as well make the best of it.

- when he finally starts tickling you, he targets your vulnerable stomach first— partly because he’s very ticklish there himself (more on that later), and partly because in your own writings, that’s the first area explored. he’d lightly trace lazy shapes across your stomach with his gloved fingertips, and attentively watch your face for every micro expression. for a moment, he might consider removing his gloves so he can use his nails— but he doesn’t want the potential risk of leaving fingerprints anywhere. ultimately, he decides that wasn’t necessary after all. you’re already giggling and he’s barely done anything.

- “aww, how cute. you really think this tickles? poor thing…”

- he’d slowly take his time teasing every inch of your stomach and hips before he’d move along to your thighs and armpits. he’d constantly coo and make fun of you, though, which only heightened every sensation. of course, you were painfully aroused by this point… you attempted to buck into him a few times in an effort to get some alleviation from the throbbing pressure in your core. this doesn’t go unnoticed.

- “look at you, so horny, and for what?” “ready to cum over this? sorry, pervert, i’m not done yet.”

- although you couldn’t see it, he was very hard himself under his robes. a glaring issue he would be sure to take care of later in private.

- once he’s finally bullied you enough and discovered every way he can make you cry and sputter with just his fingertips, he decides that you’ve been good enough to cum. he’d position the heel of his hand just close enough to your arousal to let you rub and grind on it.

- “i’m feeling nice today. knock yourself out.”

- he didn’t have to tell you twice. you couldn’t move much, but you had enough range of motion to draw wild circles against his hand while he continued to tickle you with his other hand on your hip. you were so close already it couldn’t have taken more than 30 seconds to have the most powerful orgasm of your life… you screamed and huffed loudly as your body shook in pleasure. you’re still seeing stars with a dopey little smile when he finally speaks up again.

- “okay, i’ve let you have you fun— now, it’s time for mine,” he’d say as he grabbed for his knife… except… by the time he turned around, a thick fog had engulfed the room, swallowing you. that was strange; there were no windows open, how could that even be possible?

- by the time it dissipated, you were nowhere to be seen. like you had completely vanished out of this dimension. danny was befuddled, then furious, then just plain annoyed. he was right at the best part! no matter. no body meant less work for him. he just wished he could’ve snapped a picture or two…

- little did he know, he would meet you later. again, and again, and again, and again…

lee:

- even though danny can be an EXTREMELY sadistic ler, he’s also a giant baby when it comes to being tickled.

- like. he is very ticklish everywhere on his body. he tries his best to not let anyone know this, buuut one little accidental poke to the side is enough to make him shriek. unfortunately (for him), everyone at the roseville gazette became aware of this very early on. some would even make jokes about how even the air around him was sensitive, much to danny’s chagrin.

- one woman in particular, a fellow reporter, would take great pleasure in prodding danny every opportunity she could. “it’s so funny how you jump up ten feet every time!” she’d snicker. danny’s biggest regret in life is not taking her out when he had the chance.

- everywhere gets a reaction out of him, but he would probably say his feet, lower stomach, and knees are the most ticklish. kisses are also extremely effective on him.

- he full-on cries and gets beet red after a minute of gentle tickles. he doesn’t even want to think about what it would be like to be pinned down and someone else’s mercy…

- and he crumbles over any sort of verbal teasing. it immediately saps any bit of strength he may have had away. even just the basic “tickle, tickle, tickle!” will have him folding.

- he will never plead— it’s beneath him. BUT he will cuss you out while he’s getting tickled!! he still tries to act tough despite it all, so cute!!