intrusive giggles

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As for things like my DNI, I’m not fussy, as long as you don’t discriminate against people, aren’t rude and not a NSFW blog, anyone is welcome here!! My only rules for requests are not to spam and also nothing NSFW!!

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Fandom List:

Bold are ones that I wouldn’t really write for

•The Owl House

•Amphibia

•Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

•Lackadaisy

•Murder Drones

•The Amazing Digital Circus

•Brooklyn Nine Nine

•Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

•She-Ra and The Princess of Power

•Wednesday

•Stranger Things

•The Umbrella Academy

•Invincible

•Marvel

•Creature Commandos

•Spiderverse

•Undertale and Underverse

•Five Nights at Freddy’s and Day Shift at Freddy’s

•Avatar the Last Airbender

•Legend of Korra

•Little Witch Academia

•Deltarune

•Arcane

•Gravity Falls

•Inside Job

•Scream

•Superstore

•Madoka Magica

•Death Note

•Blue Eye Samurai

•Adventure Time and Fionna & Cake

•Transformers Prime

•Sanders Sides

•Villainous

•Ramshackle

•Steven Universe

•Voltron, Defenders of the Universe

•Land of the Lustrous

•DanDaDan

•Wonder Egg Priority

•Jentry Chau Vs The Underworld

•Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon

•Cyberpunk Edgerunners

•Violet Evergarden

•The Good Place

•Alice in Borderland

•Frieren Beyond Journeys End

•Serial Experiments Lain

•All Of Us Are Dead

•The Apothecary Diaries

•Bleach

•Weak Hero

•Squid Game

•Hunter x Hunter

•Attack on Titan

•Your Lie in April

•The Boondocks

•Demon Slayer

• Cowboy Bepop

•Neon Genesis Evangelion

•Girl From Nowhere

•Pokemon

•Jujutsu Kaisen

•Chainsaw Man

•Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

•Breaking Bad

•Better Call Saul

•Dr Stone

•Sakamoto Days

•The Summer Hikaru Died

•Fire Punch

•Gachiakuta

•Terror in Resonance

•Devilman Crybaby

•Ouran High School Host Club

•Cells at Work

•The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity

•JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

•Castlevania

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MasterPost:

“You know, if neither of you are gonna answer,” Lara began, wrapping an arm around Yoonchae’s shoulders, “we’ll have to make you talk.” She spoke slowly, annunciated every word. Yoonchae froze up, practically going limp at Lara’s touch like a plush toy. It felt like her whole nervous system was one big fluttering failure.

In tandem, Megan slipped an arm around your waistline, slinking you closer to her. You shifted comfortably in her hold, crossing your legs. You glanced to the side anxiously and caught Yoonchae’s gaze. With just one look, you both burst out giggling like school girls.

“What are you two getting so giggly for, hm?” Megan asked playfully, tapping her black decorated nails against the bottom of your side. You shrieked at the light touch, bouncing away from her hand and towards her body. At the same time, Lara lowered her hand and jabbed into Yoonchae’s upper ribs, causing the two of you to jump away from each other. Yoonchae ended up leaning against Lara while you fell into Megan’s lap, half intentionally, staring up at her pretty face framed by her dark hair and pink bangs.

“I swear it wahahasn’t me!” You weakly protested in your defiance, wriggling about on Megan’s lap as she easily took hold of your wrists with just one hand, pinning them up against the arm rest and leaving your torso defenceless. She experimentally wiggled her fingers about in the air, hovering over your body as she contemplated which spot to go for. You tensed up and wriggled about, giggling harder, eyes fixed on those sharp dark acrylics with white patterns drawn onto them.

“I’m not even touching you and you’re already getting like this. How easy can you be?” Megan asked, poking around your tummy, smiling brightly as you kicked and flipped about against her light touch. You squeaked, half heartedly pulling at your arms as you waited your face to the side, trying to muffle your laughter in Megan’s shirt, while also showing off your blushing cheeks.

“Ihihihit’s your fault! I dihihihidn’t even dohohoho anything!” You argued, which only earned you some faster, more forceful poked all around your tummy, with Megan always managing to choose the spot you least expected. Yoonchae was fairing just as poorly as you were, with Lara spidering her mean nails up and down either side of her torso, from her hips to her ribs. She bounced around between Lara’s lazy movements, throwing a total fit while Lara didn’t even spare a glance in her direction, treating her as if she didn’t exist despite the fact that she was almost as loud as you.

“Jeez, Mei, what are you doing to the poor thing?” Lara asked casually, as if they were talking about groceries.

“Shehehe’s beheheheing mean!!” You answered for her, pulling your head out from Megan’s shirt as the words blabbered out of your mouth. Megan rolled her eyes affectionately.

“I’m literally just poking her. I’m being nice. This is being mean.” She stated flatly before suddenly squeezing your side, sliding her along the length of your torso, pressing her palms and fingers into the sensitive skin. You shrieked in surprise, your whole body folding away from her hand before going completely out of control, uselessly thrashing all about against her sudden, rapid touches.

“Mehehehehehegan!!” You whined loudly, the electric feeling plaguing your torso blocking out any and all rational thought. It was rather convenient for Megan (and you) that you had decided to wear a crop top today, allowing her free access to all your giggly sensitive spots. She randomly switched from side squeezing to clawing her nails across your tummy, racing her hyperactive fingers around with no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“Lahahahahara!!” Yoonchae exclaimed along with you, burying her face in the woman’s shoulder as she kicked her feet against the couch cushions. Despite how she’d claim that tickling felt horrible, unbearable and torturous, she remained clinging to Lara’s arm instead of trying to scamper away from her devious fingers, now circling and scratching about her hips steadily.

“So, Lara what are we gonna tell the staff? About the case I mean.” Megan tilted her face away from your boisterous laughing display, still energetically scribbling her hand against your midriff all the while. Your cheeks flushed, knowing you were flapping around for her entertainment while she couldn’t even bother to look at you, like you were a movie left playing on in the background.

“Oh you know, we’ll just tell them that one of those two beats did it, whenever they decide to confess.” Lara responded casually.

“Ihihihi’m telling you, it wahahahas Y/N!!” Yoonchae protested, if only to get Lara’s attention back onto her. She received her wish once Lara jabbed her hands up into her arms, wiggling her fingers about against her soft skin. Yoonchae shrieked and instantly brought her arms to her sides, pinning Lara’s hands against her worst spot while all she could do was kick around.

“Ihihihit literally wasn’t mehehehehehe!!” You responded giddily, knowing that not a single person in the room believed a word coming out of your mouth.

“Lara, do you hear something?” Megan completely ignored you, still treating your tummy like a stress ball . She slung one leg over your waistline to keep you even more still, though that would be a generous way of describing it seeing as you were flinging yourself all about. You whined, trying and failing to get her attention fixed back on you, except for her hand which was still thoroughly clawing around your midriff. She spontaneously dipped her index finger right into your navel and screwed it around, while her other fingers aimlessly scratched around.

“MEHEHEEHEHEHAN!!” You screamed again, bouncing upwards before Megan easily wrestled your arms back down to the cushions, keeping you pinned down for her. No matter how much you shook about from side to side, you just couldn’t get her finger out. Your smile widened even more, showing off your adorable dimples as your laughter went up a couple octaves. Your eyes squeezed half-shut, cheeks glowing red at the spectacle you were making of yourself.

“Awwh, you’re already screaming so loud for me. Were you always this ticklish?” Megan cooed at you, not taking your flailing about seriously at all, only making you feel more flustered about it. While she circled her finger around your navel, she traced her other hand up your wrist, interlocked your fingers with hers and pressed down on both of your hands, letting you squeeze her hand as she wrecked you.

“I think mine’s gotten more ticklish actually.” Lara compared, clawing and swirling her nails around Yoonchae’s armpits. She borderline screamed, kicking and tugging as hard as she could against Lara uselessly. Lara locked her arms around Yoonchae’s arms, keeping her arms fixed like a scarecrow as her sensitive armpits were tormented by Lara’s black and white sharp tipped nails.

“Y/N!! AHAHAHAHADMIT IT AHAHAHALREADY!!” Yoonchae called out petulantly, swinging about from side to side. Lara pulled her in closer placing Yoonchae between her legs, before wrapping one leg around her waistline to keep her fixed in place; Yoonchae could only flail her legs around helplessly and scream with laughter. You weren’t in a good place either, desperately squeezing onto Megan’s hands as you flopped from side to side, still stuck on Megan’s lap.

“YOHOHOHOU AHAHAHADMIT IT!!” You denied, being argumentative just for the sake of it. Yoonchae cursed you out, a bright, gaping smile on her face as she absolutely screeched the whole room down. She kept her eyes fixed on you, meaning you had a constant private audience to all your dramatic reactions. Your cheeks felt even hotter.

“You know, I could really keep tickling you forever if you’re gonna keep being fussy. I’m loving all your silly lil reactions,” Megan taunted you as if you were a child, though she meant her words genuinely. Seeing you smile so widely, blush so brightly, scream so loudly, flail so dramatically; she loved seeing the layers of you that you couldn’t hide, the reactions that couldn’t be faked. Tickling you let her see you at her rawest and, in her (correct) opinion, the cutest.

“NOHOHOHO, YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN’T!!” You shook your head about, once again going against whatever she was saying just to squeeze more attention out of her. In turn, she slipped her hand downwards and began squeezing at your hips, rapidly switching between which side she nabbed away at. Her hand worked like a crab claw, nipping away at your skin with sudden forceful squeezes.

“Uh huh, and what are you gonna do about it baby?” Megan teased, talking in a demeaning, affectionate tone. Your stunned silence afterwards told her everything she needed to know; you weren’t going to do a thing about this.

“That’s what I thought. So sit back and take it.” She ordered you, causing your heart to flutter into hundreds of small flustered pieces. Your neck was even starting to go red by now, unable to handle all of Megan’s embarrassing attention even if you loved it so much. You’d twisted yourself about so much that your body had half-flung itself off the side of the couch, feet touching the floor while your torso hung over the edge. Megan didn’t make that situation any better, she bounced her hand around different parts of your torso only making you squirm about more ferociously. A jab between your ribs, a pinch at your sides, a scratching across your tummy. All these little sensations built up, like steam in a teapot, until you finally cracked.

“OHOHOHOKAY, FIHIHIHINE!! I DIHIHID IT! IT WAHAHAHAS ME, IT WAHAHAHAS AHAHAHAN ACCIDENT!!” As you screamed out the words, Lara, mid clawing her nails into Yoonchae’s armpits while she screamed like a banshee, stopped and gave the girl a chance to breathe. She unhooked her arms from around Yoonchae and let her flop down between her legs, leaning against Lara’s torso as she panted for breath.

“I-I told you two..” Yoonchae pointed out audibly, sucking in quick gasps of air in and out of her mouth.

“Hey, don’t be like that, I didn’t even tickle you that hard.” Lara ruffled her hair, slipping out from behind Yoonchae before gently lowering her down so that she was lying on her side. Yoonchae didn’t resist, her body being far too tired to even think about doing that. She then strolled over to your side, standing over you with a playful, wide smile on her face, resting her hand on your side.

“But you, missy, are definitely gonna get tickled hard.” Lara gave a quick squeeze to your side, causing you to bounce away from her hand and towards Megan, who in turn squeezed at your other side.

“HEHEHEHEY!!” The two giggled at your helpless reactions, snapping their hands against your side over and over again. Your moves frantically, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, completely stuck between their two mean hands. Just as soon as they started, they stopped allowing you to catch your breath in your disroriented, tired state. Megan moved you around like a ragdoll, reluctantly pulling you from her lap and instead leaving you on your back. Stretched across the couch, Lara sat atop your waistline, nestling her weight down onto you firmly while Megan planted her knees on top of your arms, with her gorgeous face looming above yours, looking down at your anxious expression now that you were all spread out and helpless for them. You couldn’t help but smile as you stared between them, from Megan’s beautiful face to Lara’s sharp tipped acrylics tapping and tapping away against the fabric of the couch.

“Awwh, there’s that gorgeous smile you’ve been trying to hide.” Megan commented, looking down at you now that you couldn’t hide your face in your arms or the couch cushions, being all for her to see.

“M-Megan…” you whined in an embarrassed tone, weakly shuffling about between them, not really attempting to struggle or get away. Megan lowered her hands down to your face and started tracing around your cheeks with her nails, reminded you of how sharp and tingly and divine they were. You giggled lightly, blushing hard, unable to tilt your face away from her touch since tilting away from one hand meant leaning into the other.

“Oo, I think she really likes your nails, Mei. What about mine, sweetheart?” Lara asked, planting her palms flat against your tummy and spread her fingers out, showing off all of her dangerous black and white nails, resting stationary atop your sensitive skin. Your stomach rose and fell with each anxious breath, twitching nervously as it brushed up against Lara’s acrylics.

“Say, whose nails do you like more? Mine or Megan’s? If you say hers, I’m gonna tickle you harder.” Lara threatened. You audibly squeaked.

“And if you say Lara’s, I’ll just tickle you harder too.” Megan giggled delightedly, thoroughly enjoying watching your brain short circuit as you tried to choose which one was the better option. Your face steamed with a blush, barely able to focus with their nails against your skin. You tried to speak, but found yourself tongue tied and simply stammered for a few moments. Megan smiled harder. You recollected yourself and tried again.

“I-I like them both equally,” you managed to get out quietly, averting your gaze from the two women as much as you possibly could.

“Oh so what I’m hearing is you want us both to tickle you as hard as we can?” Megan translated. You shrieked, kicking your feet harshly at the suggestion, shrinking down into the couch.

“No, no, that’s not what I meant!” You insisted. Lara smirked as you took the bait. She traced her index fingertip up and down from your navel to your chest, her touch not being too ticklish despite your absurd sensitivity.

“Then what do you mean? Cause we’re not going to do anything until you tell us exactly what you want.” She revealed, continuing to stroke her finger up and down your midriff.

“H-huh?” Your eyes shot open nice and wide at Lara’s terrifying words, your throat drying up with exasperation, lying there all exposed between them.

“You heard her. How else are we supposed to know what to do?” Megan shrugged nonchalantly, letting her nails continuing to skitter around your cheeks, making you think of just how badly they’d tickle against your tummy, or really anywhere on your ridiculously sensitive body.

“That’s stupid; I’m not doing that!” You protested, finally finding your voice and energy back. You put up more of a struggle against them, but with a bit of pressing down against you, Megan and Lara easily overpowered you with their bodies, leaving you like a sitting duck on the couch.

“Then I guess you’re not getting anything, cutie.” Megan reminded you. You whined. Audible whined. Megan’s grin crept up her face.

“Mei, come on, please you already know; why do I have to say it?” You argued.

“Because I’m telling you to.” She shut you down. You pressed your lips together, looking between them again. Megan’s skittering nails and Lara’s huge smirk. There was no way out of this. You’d been caught by them. You had to play by their rules.

“Uh…Mei…Lara, can you please um, do the thing?” You managed to get out in a whisper.

“Huh? What was that?” Lara said immediately, feigning ignorance.

“What’s ‘the thing’, hm?” Megan pressed you, leaning her face down to look you right in the eyes. Your words escaped you once more only for you to force them out of your throat in a pathetic whimper.

“…tickles…please…” you closed your eyes as you spoke which made you totally blind to Megan and Lara preparing to take you out of your misery. Suddenly, both of Negan’s hands had shot into your armpits and were scratching all about your sensitive skin. Meanwhile, Lara slid her hand down over to your sides and began rapidly squeezing them, pinching and pressing at your skin with her soft palms. You exploded between them, absolutely screaming with laughter at the sudden, intense tickle attack. Your body went into haywire, mindlessly thrashing and flinching at their touch.

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHOLD OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-!!” You bleated with laughter, much to Megan’s amusement who giggled at how dramatic you were being.

“It’s just a bit of tickling baby, you can take it. Plus you deserve it for lying and getting Yoonchae a wrecking when she didn’t deserve it.” Megan disciplines you, tutting as she raked her nails up to your elbow and then drew them back down to your armpits, enjoying your panicked squirming the closer she got to your hollows.

“Awh, I think you’re even more ticklish than Yoonchae actually. I should really tickle you more often!” Lara commented, adoring the way your tummy flipped about between your hands. She spidered her nails up against your ribs, hammering and beating against the sensitive bones as if they were piano tiles.

“DOHOHOHOHON’T SAHAHAHAY THAHAHAHAAT!! OHOHOHOH FUHUHUHUCK!!” You cursed, your voice taking on a hyperactive, bouncy tone, unable to keep control of your pitch or your volume. You couldn’t afford to care over how you sounded right now though, not with the electric sensations utterly destroying your torso. Lara’s dragged her dull fingertips down the length of your belly, before immediately contrasting this with the sharp sensation of her nails crawling right back up your tummy, confusing your nervous system. Megan had the fact opposite problem. The sensations in your armpits never changed. All you could do was sit back and take the swirling, pinching, electric feelings tormenting your hollows and raking against your underarms.

As you thrashed about, Yoonchae finally recovered herself and walked over to your side, kneeling down to be at eye level with your woe, teary pupils. You looked at her, saw her smirking and immediately looked away. The knowledge that you now had an audience made all those ticklish sensations ten times worse.

“You regretting lying now, hm?” She asked, brushing away some of the hair that had sprawled across your face, only for it to shift back into position once you shook your head about once more.

“Probably not though, right? I mean, you broke that vase on purpose to get attention, didn’t you?” Yoonchae whispered into your ear. You shrieked once you realised just how easy you were to predict. You’d even prepared the money you’d need to pay back for the property damage before this. Yoonchae just giggled at how hot your cheeks went before sitting back on the floor, content to watch you scream and struggle.

Your wet eyes had a horrifically flustered look to them which you were unable to hide from Megan. She stared down at you adoringly, something special shining in her eyes as her hands gradually slowed to a stop against your armpits. She then leaned down so that her nose was almost touching yours.

“Hey, can I kiss you right now? I think you look really cute.” She asked genuinely, enamoured with your smile. A rush simultaneously burning hot and embarrassingly cold made its way through your heart before you nodded rapidly, uttering tons of screaming ‘PLEAHAHAHASE’S’ all the while, as if you’d die right here right now if you weren’t kissed. Megan placed her hands on yours steaming cheeks to keep your face somewhat still before lowering her head down over yours. As her pink bangs brushed against your neck, she gave a peck to your lips that couldn’t have lasted for more than two seconds before smoothly pulling away, leaving only the phantom remembrance of her touch on your lips. Discontent to leave it at that, and knowing she was teasing you, she pushed your heads up and pressed a kiss to Megan’s lips hungrily, which she eagerly returned. You laughed into her mouth as Lara didn’t stop tickling you for a second, drumming her nails along your tummy. Megan giggled in turn at your muffled laughter, brushing her thumb against the corner of your wobbling lips until you finally pulled away, flopping down breathlessly onto the couch.

Lara’s hands soon slowed to a stop too, noticing how tired you were getting. She pulled herself off of your hips, sitting bundled up by you on the couch while Megan decided to keep you pinned down, admiring the view. You panted for breath.

“You know, you can just ask for our attention next time, yeah?” Megan nodded at you, expecting a positive answer in response. Too tickled out to even think of arguing, you nodded. You felt your neck finally starting to cool down.

“That’s good, but he sure to give me some more excuses to wreck you and Yoonchae, okay?” Lara asked, patting your knee.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Yoonchae exclaimed, throwing her hands to her sides but was unable to stop the smile coming onto her face. You giggled a little but the exhaustion in your voice was evident.

“Hey, you wanna go to our room, darling?” Megan asked, figuring you’d need a break from people while your brain recovered from being so thoroughly wrecked. You barely had the energy for breathing, let alone talking.

“Please,” you requested politely. In a moment’s notice, Megan had scooped you right up bridal style, your hair spilling against your arm. She said goodbye to the other two for you, with Yoonchae already reluctantly (or at least trying to act reluctant) crawling back into Lara’s arms. You blinked and you were on yours and Megan’s bed now, with your face in a cool pillow. It did wonders for your burning blush.

“Thank you,” you spoke into the pillow, comforted by the feeling of Megan’s weight on the mattress next to you. She took hold of your long hair and parted it at your back, letting it flow on either side of your arms, leaving your back bare. She slowly and comfortably began scratching her nails around the flat canvas of your back, the sharp sensations being all the light stimulation that you needed, being both invigorating and relaxing at the same time.

“That nice, baby?” Megan whispered to you.