#date everything tickling

Noticing your presence in the doorway, Chance perks his head up, his eyes smiling brightly behind his glasses.

“Hello there, my love!” his voice radiates with delight.

“What are you so busy doing over here?” you ask, even though you most likely know the answer. You slide your hand off the doorframe and make your way over to stand next to Chance.

“I’m working on a new campaign!”

Yep, called it.

Coming up behind him, you lean down and lovingly drape your arms around Chance’s neck. Your heads nestle close together.

“Ooh, can I hear?”

“Why, of course!” Chance beams. “As long as you’re okay with a monologue?”

“I’m all ears,” you rest your chin on Chance’s shoulder.

Chance lights up, then moves a few note pages and sketches of his world into both of your views.

“So… you’re a Guardian of a village that’s rich with magical energy. So rich that even the soil itself can be used as an ingredient for casting spells. All of the energy in the village is ‘pure’ magic, like healing, light magic, and nature based spells. Though, being a place with so much power makes your village a target. To keep any dark forces away, the local spellcasters have harnessed the village's magic to create a protective barrier surrounding it, like a dome, that only the pure of heart can pass through.”

Chance points to his sketch of the barrier. “Recently though, the barrier has been flickering. An outside force is draining the village’s power. In its weakened state, dark forces have been able to push their way through the barrier and attack the village! You’ve been able to fight off the dark forces with ease, but it’s only a matter of time before the barrier completely falters, leaving you and the people to fend for themselves.

“So, you set off to find the source that’s draining the power. After traveling a bit, running into a few battle encounters, and gathering information, you find yourself at a cave. Walking in, you can already sense traces of the stolen magic. There, you find the villain behind it all…” Chance’s description crescendoes. “...And, that’s all I got right now.”

“It sounds great,” you say to the wonderful world he’s created. “You sound disappointed though.”

Chance sighs a little, knowing that you see right through him. “It’s just that I have all this build-up of an adventure, but no pay off. I can’t decide on what the final boss should be. Why are they stealing power, how are they stealing it, what powers or abilities for battle mechanics will they have because of it?” Chance’s head droops a little. “I’m… still trying to figure it out.”

You can tell from Chance’s expression that he’s a bit anxious thinking about this. It’s not that he won’t figure something out eventually—he always does—but it’s the fact that he wants to find an answer now, and the answer just isn’t coming to him.

It breaks your heart to see him this way. There’s only one option to fix this.

You softly smile and pick up your head a bit, your arms still around him. 

“Well…” your pause makes Chance glance over his shoulder. “What if the final boss is… a snuggle monster!” you lower your voice to a playful growl near the end and nuzzle your face into Chance’s neck. The GM scrunches his shoulders to his ears and lets out some of those adorable giggles you were hoping for.

“Stohop, I’m trying to focus!” he says through his wide smile as you pull your face away. “That tickles!”

“I am helping you focus!” you insist.

Chance chuckles, “This is focusing?”

“Yeah! I’m helping you generate some boss ideas!”

“I don’t think a snuggle monster is going to work,” Chance smiles. “Love the enthusiasm though.”

You uncurl your arms from the GM and stand up straight to present a new idea. “Okay, okay. If not a snuggle monster, then how about,” you gasp mid sentence for theatrical effect, “a dragon, who’s draining the village of its pure energy by absorbing it from the villagers themselves! For the way the dragon is stealing the pure magic from the villagers is from absorbing the purest sound of all—laughter!” 

Chance leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, a smile still on his face. “Now you’re just pitching me the idea of a tickle monster, aren’t you?”

Yes, that is exactly what you were thinking.

You shrug. “You could call it that. But picture this! The Guardian walks into the cave and sees the dragon perched on top of a high rock. Their fantastic red scales shimmer with the magical energy they’ve stolen. The dragon takes notice of the Guardian’s presence, turning its large head towards them.”

You extend and arm towards Chance, inviting him into your imaginary scene. “What does the Guardian do?”

Chance’s smile grows into a smirk. You know he can’t resist a good story. He stands from his chair, truly getting into character. 

“The Guardian says, ‘Hark, dragon! I don’t want to harm you, but if you refuse to give back my village’s power, I will have no choice but to thwart you!’”

Your expression lightens, happy to see Chance playing along. Now you have to keep up with him, like two enthusiastic theater kids performing in a game of improv. 

“‘A bold claim Guardian, coming into my home, demanding my power that I have so rightfully stolen! I can see the power inside you too… Yes! You’re just full of the radiant energy they call laughter!’” You pause to add a visual description. “The dragon crawls down from their rock, looking at the Guardian intently as they approach closer with every step, circling him.” Playing up your role, you also approach Chance slowly as you speak.

“‘Enlighten me, Guardian…’” you lean forward on your toes to be nearly face-to-face with Chance, smirking, “Are you ticklish?"

Chance breaks character to let out an embarrassed giggle. He answers as the Guardian, “‘Uh… no. No.’”

You lean back on your feet, then take a step back. “Roll me a deception check.”

“Ha! Easy! My Guardian character has a plus ten in deception.” Chance picks up the red D20 near his papers. “I don’t even have to look at the die to know that it’ll succeed. Watch.”

Chance keeps his eyes on you as he tosses the D20 onto the desk. When he hears that its clatter across the table has come to a stop, he crosses his arms and smirks, never once looking at the die.

“See?” Chance grins.

You on the other hand, seeing the number on the die, also cross your arms and smirk, even wider. 

“Chance…” your voice rises as you say his name, like you're telling him, look behind you.

Now the man’s face drops with concern. “What?”

He spins his head towards the desk, spotting the die. 

It’s a Natural 1.

His eyes widen and his arms fall to his sides in a defensive position.

“Oh no…” Chance turns to you, already incredibly giggly.

You quickly lean forward on your toes again, like you’re about to pounce. “‘Lying to me, are you Guardian?’” You take a big step forward to corner him. Chance hits his back on the desk and leans a hand on the surface. His other hand is in a curled up fist, covering his flustered smile. 

“‘Well, it looks like your fib revealed more than it hid,’” you continue as the dragon. “‘Tell me then, Guardian. Where are you the most ticklish?’” you punctuate your sentence with a poke to Chance’s belly. The man squeaks and throws his hands up to cover his blushing face.

He lowers his hands to peek at you.

“Dohohon’t make me say it!” Chance’s words are coated in sweet giggles.

“‘I won’t make you say it. But this just means I’ll have to find out for myself!’” 

You lunge your hands forward and squeeze Chance’s sides, scribbling into his torso. Immediately, a giggly squeal bursts from Chance and he slams his arms down, curling his head into his chest as bouncy laughter explodes from his mouth.

“The dragon digs their claws into the Guardian’s sides! They’re not inflicting pain though, they’re tickling him!” you narrate like a G&G campaign. “The dragon begins absorbing the energy of the Guardian’s pure heart through their very adorable laughter!”

“HeheheHEY!” he calls out, squirming to the side, “I didn't even gehehehet to rohohoholl initiative!” 

“Oh, right. Well, the dragon gets to go first anyway, no matter what,” you quickly make up the rule.

“Thahahat’s unbalanced! AHA!” Chance cackles when you crawl your dragon ‘claws’ up to his ribs, causing him to fold to his left.

“Are you questioning the GM?” you grin. 

“I thohohohought I wahahas the GM!” Chance wiggles towards the end of the desk. He grips the edge to keep himself standing. “I’m the one whohoho wrote thihihihis story!” he jokes and twists to the side, accidentally leaning too far and losing his hold on the desk. He tumbles to the floor with a thud, landing and facing the ground.

Worried, you quickly kneel down by Chance’s side. “Are you okay, Chance?” you ask as he flips himself over to face you. The worry inside of you subsides when you hear him still giggling. 

He adjusts his glasses and looks up at you with a smile still wobbly from his giggles. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay, good.” You ease your face back into a warm smile, which then morphs itself into a devious smirk. “Because this boss fight isn’t over yet!” you exclaim with clawed hands that dive right back into Chance’s sides.

He jolts and his joyful giggles return in an instant. “Hehehehey!” he kicks his feet from the surprise attack, but he admires your dedication towards how the show must go on. Instinctively, he begins to curl his knees to his chest, but you put a stop to it by sitting on his legs and becoming a wall between his knees and his torso, allowing you free range to continue your tickle attack.

“The Guardian tries to flee, but the dragon pounces on top of them! Their tickly claws pull the Guardian’s oh so adorable giggles out of them, absorbing their power! The Guardian has disadvantage on their next attack! What is their next move?”

“I-” Chance covers his blushing face, giggling sweetly into his hands. He turns his head to the side as if he was about to bury his face into the floor.

“But the Guardian was too stunned to speak!” you tease. “The Guardian forfeits their turn!”

“Nohoho! Wait!” Chance springs into action. He grabs your wrists from his sides, holding them above him. He tries to stop himself from giggling so he can take a second to catch his breath. “The Guardian grabs a hold of the dragon’s claws, and… and attempts to grapple them, s-so he can negotiate!”

“Hmm, okay then. Let’s do a strength check.” You gently slip your hands from Chance’s and reach towards the desk to scoop up the D20. A wobbly smile and a slight blush across his cheeks still adorn Chance’s features.

You roll the die on the floor beside you. “Ah, a seventeen.”

“Ha ha! Success!” Chance cheers. “So the the Guardian says-”

“Ah! Not so fast, Chance. You still have disadvantage on your next attack, meaning this grapple is at a disadvantage!”

Chance curls up into another bundle of laughter. He covers his red face and flutters his feet behind you. He peeks through his hands. “I forgot!”

You roll the dice again. Looking at the results, you suck air through your teeth. “Oooh, sorry Chance. Looks like a five. Your grapple fails,” you say with your ‘claws’ out and looming over him, already making your partner sputter. 

“Ohohoho no!” Chance giggles in anticipation. Another laughter-filled yelp releases from him when you land on his ribs. His precious laughter returns to your ears as he rolls as far as he can to the side and wraps his arms around his torso, not once trying to shove, or stop you from continuing the game.

You take it as a sign to continue and your slithering dragon voice returns to the scene. “‘Ah! Looks like you still have some strength left in you. Which means you still have a lot of laughter left inside that’s free for the taking! It seems I need to find a weak spot… I ask again, Guardian, where are you the most ticklish?’” You worm your hands into Chance’s underarms, testing a new spot that earns a cascade of fast paced giggles; however, you already know the answer to your own question.

Chance manages to stay in character with a burst of bold dialogue, “‘I am a Guahahardian for the people of thehehehe village! I must stahahahay strong! I’ll nehehever tell! Never!’” 

You could melt right there on the spot at the lovable sight, but you have to keep yourself in character too. “‘Ah, bravery. Foolish really, but admirable. It seems that I’ll just have to find out for myself then…’”

You pause your tickling for a moment to pick up the D20 again. When Chance sees in his peripheral vision that you’ve grabbed the die, he lifts up his head from the floor in a playful panic.

“W-Wait! What are you rolling for?”

“I have to roll if the dragon is able to perceive where you’re the most ticklish,” you smile and poke Chance’s tummy. He flinches forward and giggles.

You roll the dice near your side and await the clack across the floor to end.

“Oh boy…” you say.

“What? What is it?” Chance says in giggly suspense.

You carefully pick up the die between your fingers, holding it in the same position it landed and place it in the palm of your hand to prove that you didn’t move the number. You hold it out to Chance.

Nat 20.

“It’s a natural twenty,” you say with the biggest smirk.

Chance starts giggling wildly again. He holds out his hands in defense over his tummy. “Wait! Wait, wait! Can I roll for persuasion?”

“Nice try, but not against a Nat 20!” Without further delay, you plunge your hands into Chance’s tummy, squeezing and scribbling his most ticklish spot. Chance barks out a loud laugh before his booming belly laughter fills the entire room. This whole time he’s avoided the tactic of shoving, but once his stomach is the target of tickles, he wastes no time trying to playfully nab at your hands or pushing them from his tummy. He curls himself forward, trying to wrestle and get a better grip on your wrists, but another squeeze to the little chubbiness on the side of his belly sends him back onto the floor. 

Chance lets out a snort. He covers his face with his hand for a moment, dissolving into the cutest giggles that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Was that a snort?” you forget that you’re supposed to be acting like a villainous dragon, lost as you drink up Chance’s smile. “How cute!” you nearly squeal.

Chance’s cheeks flush even redder beneath his glasses. “Hehehehaha!!! It's- hehehe!! It’s a crihihihitical hit!” he drops his hand down from his face to continue pushing at your fingers.

“Indeed it is!” You return to your role as a narrator. “The dragon, using its keen senses, discovers that the source of the guardian’s power is in his belly! The beast strikes down with their claws, digging, vibrating, swiping into the guardian’s belly to draw out hordes of the purest laughter that’s ever graced their ears!” You scribble your clawed hand at the center of his stomach while also crawling your other hand to his ribs, causing Chance to lift himself forward again as he tries to curl up in a ball.

“‘Mwahahaha!’ the dragon laughs. ‘I’ve truly found the core of your power. And now, your laughter is mine! All mine!’”

Chance grips to your wrists for dear life to hold himself up. “Hohoholy Crit! It tihihihickles!!!” his voice rises in pitch. “Ohohokay! OKAY!!! I’m ohohohout! I surrehehehender!”

Immediately, you pull your hands away from Chance with a smile. Chance slides his hands off of your wrists and plops to the floor. He lies there as he catches his breath and residual giggles trickle from his system.

After giving him a few moments to recover, you gently grab Chance’s arm and help him sit up.

“You okay, Chance?” you check up on him.

Chance puts a hand on his chest as he gets out a few more giggles. He nods, “Yeah. You got me good.”

You can’t help but huff out a little laugh at that.

“So, what happens to the Guardian and the dragon now?” Chance asks. 

“Oh, well,” you think up a quick ending, “Hearing the guardian’s adorable laughter, emphasis on the adorable, the dragon has a change of heart. They released the guardian and learned that there’s no need to take all the laughter all for themself when they can share it and use it for good. The end!”

Chance lifts a brow, a soft smile gracing his features. “What? That’s it?”

“What? You didn’t like it?” you joke.

“The dragon turns good? Just like that?”

“Oh yeah? Well, what do you have in mind Mr. GM?” you purposely challenge him. 

Chance welcomes the challenge. He grins. “Welllll, I think it should go a little something like this.” Chance clears his throat. He moves his arms wide with a grand motion, getting into GM mode. The inflection he uses to narrate his campaigns makes its appearance.

“The dragon is taken aback by the Guardian’s laughter! Has the dragon ever heard something so joyful, so pure before? Perhaps they’ve been missing out. As the dragon reflects, the Guardian is given a chance to breathe and concoct a plan! The dragon goes in for another strike, but the Guardian has a trick up their sleeve…”

Chance picks up the D20 from the floor and rolls it. He smiles at the outcome. 

“Ho ho! And with an eighteen, he succeeds!”

Chance launches himself towards you. You screech and try to turn and run, but he wraps you in his arms and pulls you close to him. You're already giggling as he sits you in his lap, your back facing his chest. Chance adds a few pokes to your sides that make your heart flutter with anticipation.

“Using dirt from his village he keeps in one of his pouches as a material, the Guardian casts a spell, shrinking the dragon to a human size he can finally grapple!” Chance narrates over your shoulder. You can hear the smile growing in his words.

“‘It’s too late, Guardian! I have already drained you of all of your pure energy! It’s mine now!’” you growl, keeping in character.

“‘Then it seems like I’ll just have to take it back exactly how you took mine!’” Chance declares. He wastes no time beginning his tickle counter-attack, pressing his fingers into your ribs and sides. You jolt and a wave of your laughter immediately leaps into the air. You twist and clamp your elbows down, but it does little to help since Chance’s arms are in the way and his mischievous fingers are already skittering in the area.

With your defenses weakened, he repositions his hands under your arms. You squeak from the new tickle spot and kick your legs out.

“Chahahance!” you call his name out through your giggles.

The GM answers you as the Guardian, “‘Who is this ‘Chance’ you speak of? Or what is this ‘Chance’ you speak of? Is it a spell? Oh, you sly dragon! Lucky for me, your giggles’—your adorable giggles, if I may add. Hehe— ‘are disrupting any incantation of a spell, rendering it ineffective!’ You have disadvantage on all of your next attacks.”

“Ahahahall of them?!” you squirm to the side as Chance scribbles a hand to your ribs. 

“Okay, okay. Just your magical attacks,” he provides a compromise.

“Thehehen the dragon tries to use their strength to shohohove the guardian bahahahackwards!” you dig your feet into the ground and lean back, but only slightly to act like you’re shoving him. You didn’t actually want to knock Chance off of you while you both were enjoying this moment.

“Then let’s do a strength check, shall we?” Chance pauses his attack. He holds you up with one arm wrapped around your torso, his hand resting right on your belly. Your giggles quiver just by his hand being perched there.

Chance reaches over to grab the D20. As he does, you steal a quick kiss on his cheek. Chance freezes, and a warm blush quickly follows.

“H-hey!” he lets out a flustered giggle as he turns his red face towards you. “Stealing a kiss from the GM won’t help you get advantage, you know.”

“It was worth it to see you blush like that,” you tease him.

“Flattery will not help you now,” Chance states. “But, it is appreciated.”

Chance continues with the game and tosses the D20 near his side. He reads the number.

“Hmm, okay! With a ten, I’ll say that you push the Guardian off your back, but the Guardian quickly swoops to the side and is able to retaliate!” Chance does as he says, leaning to your left and tickling your sides and belly from there. With another eruption of laughter, you tilt to the side and wiggle out of his lap right onto the floor. You roll onto your back and flail your arms forward as Chance’s tickles follow you down. He straddles his knees above your hips so he’s hovering directly in front of you as he delivers his vengeance.

You opt to wrap your arms around your torso and bat at his hands to change your defensive maneuvers. “‘Cuhuhuhurse you, Guahahardian!’” you try to sound menacing through your laughter, failing even more miserably than the definition of miserably.

“‘Are you trying to put a curse on me?’” Chance says in character. He lets out a soft laugh as his shy self the more he looks at your smiling face. “Or are you trying to use a charm spell on me because… Holy Crit. You’re so cute. Your giggles are making me smile,” he fawns over you with a warm blush. His head tilts to the side as he soaks in the beautiful scene in front of him. Your cheeks flush after hearing his words and you curl your head closer into your shoulder as you sink further into your own giggles.

He could sit here all day, seeing you like this, but he shakes his head out. He’s got a campaign to run. “Right, Chance! Focus!” he smiles to himself. 

He returns to the story, “The guardian is able to knock the dragon onto their back, pinning them to the cave floor. The Guardian has the advantage, but they have to be careful of the dragon’s swinging claws!”

As if on cue, you reach up and successfully get a ticklish squeeze at Chance’s side.

“H-hehey!” he giggles and gently catches your hand. He temporarily pauses his wiggling fingers. “You can’t attack! It’s not your turn yet! Plus, you didn’t even roll to see if you would hit.”

You use the momentary break from the tickles to refill on air. “True, but I didn't have to wait for my turn! I was using my reaction attack!”

“Oh ho ho! Is that how we’re playing it?” Chance’s glasses almost seem to twinkle at the fact that you’re bringing in other G&G mechanics. He lifts his hands from you to stretch his fingers with his palms out, then he extends his arms out to his sides. His fingers wiggle like his own pair of claws and he looms over you like a monster ready to strike.

You curl your arms close to your chest, giggling at his display. 

“‘Do your worst, Guardian!’” you declare. You already ball yourself up tighter after your declaration of war.

“Oh, you’re asking for it now!” Chance smirks like a scheming gargoyle. He plunges his hands into your torso, adding more pressure and quickness to his tickles. He switches from spot to spot, skittering in one place and digging in another. There’s a playful roughness to it that makes your giggles rise and your body twist and squirm.

“The Guardian can see the dragon’s once shimmering scales turning dull. Though, their smile is still as bright as ever. The Guardian can feel his magical energy returning to him, but he needs to find the final source of the dragon’s power that will release the village's magic from their control, and stop the dragon once and for all!”

Once more, Chance pauses and grabs the twenty-sided die. “He does an investigation check…”

Your tummy twirls with giggle-filled gymnastics as you await for the sound of the die to finish its roll. He leans over to look at the number.

You see Chance smile from ear to ear.

“Oh ho ho! And with a natural twenty, he does!”

“Another one?!” you laugh in shock. You see Chance’s hands bounding towards your belly and you frantically try to wrestle, shield, and shove his hands away.

Your words are drenched by giggly anticipation. “Nohoho! Noho! Wait, wait! Cha-AHAHAHAHAnce!” you scream mid-sentence when Chance pushes through your defenses and scribbles his fingers at your belly. You kick out your feet behind him and playfully push at his hands. He keeps one hand on your belly at all times while his other hand travels along your ribs and sides.

“Sorry, my love, but the die has revealed the truth. With an explosion of laughter brought forth from the dragon, the Guardian finally regains the last bits of their magical essence! It seems like the Guardian and the dragon both share the same weakness of their belly being their most ticklish place.”

“My behehehelly is less tihihihicklish than yohohohours!” you claim, pointing at Chance. Your arm immediately clamps down again from fingers wiggling into your underarm.

Chance lets out a shy chortle at your statement. “Fair. ‘But, since we know each other’s weaknesses, dragon, how about we team up? It appears that you enjoy the sound of laughter, so why don’t you use your abilities for good and join me as a protector for the village?’”

“Ahahahand what if I dohohohon’t?” you sass, reaching your limit, yet still taunting your GM.

“Then it’s more tummy tickles for you!” Chance vibrates his clawed hand into your stomach. You screech and swing your limbs wildly again.

“OHOHOKAY! OKAY! CHAHAHANCE- I- I mehehehean, Guahahardian!!! I’m persuaded! Nohoho need tohoohoo rohohoholl!”

Chance pulls his hands away and stops, his smile victorious. He moves from your lap and takes a seat next to your side. He ends his story while you recover and let out your remaining giggles. “And with that, the dragon relents. The pure magic of the village is saved, and the dragon, now an ally of the Guardian, learns to find joy from laughter without actually having to steal it.” Chance pauses, an idea clicking in his head. “The end.”

A stream of excited giggles releases from Chance. “Hehehe! See? Now wasn’t that a more fulfilling ending?” he gently takes your hand in his and lifts you to a sitting position.

You clutch at your stomach, but a short chuckle and your smile show Chance that you’re happy. 

“You gave the dragon more development. I’ll give you that.”

“All thanks to you,” he beams.

“So does this mean you have an idea for the final boss now?”

“Hmm, well sort off.” He rubs a hand to the back of his neck. “The whole ‘tickle monster’ bit will have to be cut, hehe… But, a villain who’s stealing pure magic because they were never able to experience that kind of affection naturally for themselves? Now that’s a strong motivation I can work with!” His words become faster the more he’s excited, “Oh! And maybe there is a dragon who’s a mini-boss that does ally with the party! Maybe they are working for the villain, or maybe they’re a distraction from the true culprit! Ohoho, there’s so many options now that the doors are open!”

You can’t help but smile to see Chance happy and with his creative juices flowing again. It would honestly be hard for you to simply get up and leave him to it after sharing this time with him. You don’t want to leave his side just yet.

“Do you mind if I help you?” you ask politely, knowing that building a campaign is an activity Chance holds near and dear to him.

“Holy Crit! Are- Are you kidding?!” Chance is elated; he puts his hands on his chest. “Yes! Please do! I would love that! I may have to keep a few details hidden for when we actually play, but it would make me the happiest GM to be able to share this with you.”

His reaction makes your heart soar. You gently wrap your arm around his and snuggle close to him. “Who knows, maybe you don’t have to hide those details if we GM as a duo instead.”

“Hmm, now that is something I wouldn’t be opposed to doing with you,” he says in a flirtatious tone. He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with that blush that says, I’m the luckiest man in the world.

So, here you both were, spooning on your bed, covers sprawled about after earlier activities. It was a nice, quiet moment. Parker was holding you against his chest, arms wrapped around you, the neck of your shirt pulled down and hair cast aside so that your Parker had better access to the expanse of space. He was planting loving kisses wherever his lips could reach: your neck was an obvious one, but also the sides, your shoulders and back.

And you were in heaven. You were melting at the touch, and combined with the cuddling, all tension from the week was dissipating from each kiss that touched down onto your skin.

Parker did this for a long while, however, his mischievous mind began to wander…

He began giving you love bites.

Since he was only sticking to your neck, shoulders and back, you weren’t too concerned about the appearance of them, as you could easily hide the marks with clothing, a scarf or makeup.

What did concern you, then?

It really tickled.

You had known Parker liked to bite - it was one of the weird, goofy comments he made when you first met him, after all. He just hadn’t bitten you yet until that one time with the dice previously, but that didn’t tickle.

This did, though.

And it was getting harder and harder to mask your reaction.

You chomped down on your lip, not daring to let any sort of noise out.

However, Parker moved his next love bite right on the crook of your neck and shoulder, more teeth involved. Even just brushing his lips there caused you to squeak.

The squeak instantly alerted him, a hint of concern heard in his voice. “Gosh, sorry, did that one hurt?”

“N-No, it’s fine, really, you can keep going.” You urged, the burning in your cheeks slowly beginning to surface.

Parker hummed. “Okey dokey.” Good, he hadn’t caught on… yet.

The more that Parker left marks across your skin, though, the more your mask began to slip. You moved a hand to your mouth to silence yourself, your shoulders shaking from suppressed giggles, and that’s when Parker piped up a second time.

“You really sure you’re okay? Y’know, I can do something else—”

“Sorry! I’m just not used to the feeling… but it feels very nice, though. Please, I don’t mind.”

Parker didn’t give a response that time, going back to kissing and lightly biting wherever he could. With his lack of response, you assumed that you had swayed him enough.

However, his silence just meant he was plotting. He was beginning to catch on.

Parker’s head moved to the base of your neck, planting kisses there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. He continued kissing along in a straight line… right on the pathway to your ear.

Your mind was melting and unaware of what was about to happen.

That’s when you felt it… teeth very gently catching on your earlobe.

And it tickled really, really bad.

You couldn’t stop the high-pitched squeal that left your mouth.

“P-Parker!!” You quickly rolled over onto your other side to face him. Your face was burning rose red. You thought you were going to meet the gaze of a concerned partner… but instead you met the eyes of a beast who looked like he was going to gobble you up.

Parker couldn’t help but giggle at your reaction. “Hehehe. Ticklish, even with kisses? You’re even cuter than I thought.”

Your cheeks blazed red at his comment. “I can't help it!”

“I know you can't - it's still absolutely adorable, though. C’mon, turn back ‘round.” Parker lifted his arm up in welcoming.

You pouted, cheeks puffing out in mock annoyance. He knew you were just putting up a front - another cute quirk of yours to add to the pile. “I dunno… are you gonna bite me again?”

“Well, I can't promise that, especially after that noise I got outta you… but I'll try to make the kisses less tickly, alright?”

Eyeing him up and down with an overdramatic suspicious glare, you eventually rolled back around, shuffling your body close to Parker. “If I smell any funny business… it's on.”

Parker wrapped his arms back around your body, noting that it was a little more snug than last time. “Pfft, fine, no funny business.”

That was a complete lie, and even you knew that yourself.

Easing into it, Parker went back to his gentle kisses first, though even those tickled at this point. His lips brushed against your shoulder, causing your body to shiver.

“Gosh, just a ticklish little thing, aren't ya?”

You could feel the heat rising in your face again, bringing your hands up to cover your face. “Shuhuhush…” you weren't even giggling from the bites or kisses anymore, just from Parker’s words alone.

Your cute little giggles were music to Parker’s ears. He couldn't help himself, he needed more. His hold around you became just a bit more snug.

You noticed, but you never would have guessed what he was going to do next.

Parker’s mouth returned to your ear - this time not just biting it, but nibbling on it.

It tickled even worse.

Squeaky giggles burst through the dam. You attempted to shake your head to throw Parker off, but he was determined. “Pahaharker!!”

”Whaaaat?” God, even his breath tickled.

”Yohohou KNOW what you’re dohohoing!!”

Chomp chomp chomp. Right on your ear, and then your neck to your shoulder.

Oh, he was extremely aware. Especially because the hands that were wrapped around you began to move as well. Wiggling fingers burst to life against your stomach and side, pulling more laughter from you. “Thihihis was supposed to behehe just kisses!” You exclaimed through your laughter.

“You should know me by now. It's never ‘just kisses’ when I'm around.” You could hear the grin in Parker’s voice.

Your bright laughter had a domino effect - Parker began laughing to himself in the crook of your shoulder, which in turn made you laugh even more. There was a silliness stuck in the air, the joyful sounds no longer caused just by the tickles, though there would definitely be more of it.

An evil idea crossing Parker’s mind, a mischievous chuckle rumbled against your back, blankets shifting. “Heheheh… c’mere.”

”Wha—?”

Parker suddenly shifted, releasing his hug around your body to opt to wrestle you instead. He sat up on your waist, beginning to lift the hem of your shirt.

Oh no, you don’t— you knew exactly what he was doing.

”Don’t you dare! Or else!” You playfully protested, a fire burning in you to fight back.

“Or else what, huh?” Parker had a goofy yet confident smile on his face.

”Or… THIS!” Your hands reached out to grab whatever tickle spot you could reach first, your fingers grazing on the bottom of his ribs.

Parker was caught off guard for a moment, a wave of giggles hitting him. “Hahaha!! W-Wait— that’s not fahahair!” His hands reached back out to make a grab at your belly, where he was originally aiming for.

You grabbed hold of Parker’s darting hands with your own, making an attempt to fight him off. But you’ve both done this tango many times before, so he knew the cheat code. His wrists were broken free of your hold with a swift motion, his hands immediately targeting your unprotected underarms, fingers raking at them. You sputtered, slamming your arms to your sides… but that was your grave mistake.

Hands sliding out from under your arms, Parker swiftly raised his knees up so that they were sitting on top of your hands.

Hook, line, and sinker.

”Just resign to your ticklish fate,” Parker’s voice was icy cold, sending a chill through your body. He sure had the flair for theatrics. “Besides, we gotta find out if tickle bites work in other spots, too…”

You puffed out your cheeks, a child-like pout on your face, trying to see if you could sway him. An experimental tug on your hands as you eyed Parker’s face solidified your fate, though. Giggles were already brewing inside you from the anticipation. “Plehehease, at least be nice!”

“Hmm… sorry, can’t count on that. Not when your face looks that adorable.” He teased.

Your cheeks blazed red at that one.

Parker began his side tracked mission once again, lifting up the hem of your shirt, deaf to your protests. His head dipped down, and you were expecting a ticklish bite, or even teeth. But that didn’t come, not at first at least.

No, it was worse.

You heard Parker inhale a large breath, and then felt a raspberry touch down on your belly.

You shrieked.

“THAHAT’S NOT EVEN BIHIHITING!!”

He blew another one before he responded, laughing at your reaction. “Hehehehe… sorry, I couldn't resist. The opportunity was right there!”

“Yohohou’re so mean to mehehe!!” Your voice was laced with giggles. Parker wiggled his eyebrows at you, an evil glint in his eye. Your stomach dropped once his voice reached your ears.

“Oh, did you think I was finished? I'm not done yet.”

The night was filled with your shrill laughter as Parker trailed love bites across your stomach, mixing raspberries into it all just you hear your adorable giggles and snorts. Your contagious laughter eventually hit Parker as he laughed along with you, doubling over and laying his head on your stomach. His knees moved to your sides, freeing your hands.

“Hehehe, you're such a riot, y’know? That's why I love ya so much.”

One of your hands reached up to his head laying on your stomach, fingers carding through his hair with gentle love and adoration for the man sitting atop of you.

“Why did the outlet start a podcast?”

The microphone amplified your voice in the Breaker Box, and you smiled a hopeful smile. Volt was cleaning some glasses behind the bar. Eddie, standing on a ladder, was making some small repairs and adjustments that he insisted on doing himself. The former looked up from his ministrations and smirked. 

“Do tell, live wire,” Volt chuckled. He didn’t even have to look at Eddie to know that there was a high chance he pinched his eyes shut. Your smile brightened. 

“For current events!”

Volt chuckled louder and affectionately shook his head. “Of course they did, why else?”

“Don’t encourage them, Volt,” Eddie groaned. “That was terrible.”

You made a show of crossing your arms and giving him a light huff. “They’re supposed to be terrible, that’s part of the charm. Here, let me try another one..”

There was the sound of pages turning as you flipped through your book of self-curated jokes and puns. You muttered to yourself, thinking out loud, searching for one that even Eddie may like. Your finger grazed over one a few times and you visibly perked up. 

“Did you hear that the Devil is going bald?”

Eddie was hammering a nail into a loose ceiling tile while you spoke. Volt, while putting away the clean glasses, shook his head. 

“Oh dear,” he hummed with faux sympathy. “I can’t say that I have.” 

A light snort escaped you, though you did your best to keep it together. You hadn’t even said the punchline yet. 

“Yeah,” you continued, nodding. “There’s gonna be hell toupee.”

Okay, that one wasn’t too bad. Eddie coughed to conceal his chuckle. He made his way down the ladder, pretending to swat away a cloud of dust. 

“Damn tiles are dusty again,” he grumbled. There wasn’t an ounce of annoyance in his voice though. The corners of his lips were turned upwards ever so slightly. “I thought you said you’d already done a deep clean.”

“I have,” Volt answered. He arched a brow at his partner and hummed with interest. “Oh my, is that a smile I see, darling? Did you find that joke humorous?”

“No,” Eddie grunted. “I told you the tiles are dusty.”

A small smirk played on the taller man’s lips. He reached above his head and swiped one finger along a tile closest to the bar. When he turned it around, it was clean. 

“Well, would you look at that?” Volt grinned. “Not a speck of dust in sight. Come now, indulge our little spark. You enjoyed that joke.”

You eyed the two of them with a little smile. It tugged at Eddie’s heart strings, or whatever was the electrical equivalent, but he was nothing if not stubborn. Volt could definitely attest to that.

“I did not,” Eddie argued. “Look, I’m not saying you’re bad at this or anything. Just that the jokes are just…I don’t know, cheesy? Don’t you have any others?”

“I do,” you nodded. “But none that you’ll like apparently. I mean honestly, do you ever find anything funny?”

“I-”

“Well,” Volt interjected with a sudden spark in his eye. His smile turned sharper. Mischievous. “Now that I think about it, live wire, there is something that would put a smile on our lover’s face…”

“What are you-”

Eddie could feel a shift in the room, both literally and figuratively, and then the metaphorical light bulb went off in his head. The way Volt was casually but also knowingly grinning at him helped him have a clearer picture of what he was hinting at. 

Oh no. No, no, no. That’d only happened one time, and Eddie swore he didn’t even react. 

Volt remembers it differently though. 

“Oh no, Volt don’t you dare.”

“What?” Your head turned from one man to the other, eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s he talking about, Eddie?”

“Nothing-”

“It’s a charming little detail really,” Volt pressed on, rounding the bar and striding over to you. The clamor of Eddie’s footsteps echoed after his. “Why, our Eddie is quite ticklish.”

There it was. 

There was a beat of silence. The lights above hummed as if waiting for something. Then, you squealed. 

“He is?” 

With a confirming chuckle from the taller of the two, you met Eddie half way. “You are? Aw, I didn’t know that! That’s so cute.”

“First off, I’m not cute,” Eddie again grunted, though his cheeks looked rosier compared to a moment ago. “Second, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. I’m not ticklish.”

Volt followed you over to him, laughing softly. “Are you lying again? Mm-mm, that just won’t do. Whatever shall we do, live wire? I will follow your lead.”

“Weeeelll,” you sang sweetly, closing in on your grumpy lover. “If he really won’t laugh at my jokes…”

You were approaching him from the right, which meant that Volt took the left side. Eddie’s cheeks reddened and backed up even further.

“B-Back off,” he warned. His arms instinctively dropped towards his sides. This only encouraged you. You ran towards him, but you didn’t get far. 

Your foot got caught on one of the floorboards, and you went down with a surprised squeal. You weren’t hurt, but it still caused Eddie to hurry toward you with alarm. 

“Oh shit, you okay?”

You groaned from your reclined position on the floor. You landed chest first, butt in the air, but still managed a thumbs-up. “Yeah yeah, I’m fine. My shoe got caught.”

“Yeah, well…that’s what you get,” Eddie, relieved, snorted before he could stop himself. A series of deep chuckles came right after. “Told you to back off.” 

Your head snapped up to his. You regarded him with shock before a sudden grin overtook you. “Oh, that’s what’s funny to you? Get him, Volt!”

Volt was already two steps ahead of you. Literally. He interrupted his partner’s giggling to gently grab his arms and pull him into his chest. 

“You would laugh at our spark’s stumble? How dare you,” Volt pretended to growl as he tried to bring the man down to the floor with him. Eddie wasn’t going down without a fight; there was a mini battle of arms and elbows right in the middle of the bar. 

“Wh-o-a, hey! Let go of me!” Eddie managed to pull out of his grip, but Volt was persistent, and  never had his hands off of him for very long. He yelled when Volt used one of his long legs to sweep his own from underneath him, and he kicked as he was guided down on the floor. 

You would be the one that’d sway the metaphorical cards in Volt’s favor. After picking yourself up off of the ground, you strolled over to the feuding men with a small smile. “You know,” you hummed. “You are struggling a lot for someone who claims that they aren’t ticklish.”

“Because I’m not,” Eddie retorted, as if that response made perfect sense. He had Volt’s hands in a firm grip, but Volt was using his legs to pin his partner’s down. He then gathered his hands in one so that he could half-heartedly swat at you as you knelt beside them. “Spark, if you tickle me, I’m gonna-”

Tap, tap, tap. 

You curiously poked at the man’s rib cage with your index finger. You kept your touch light, occasionally giving a rib a gentle scritch, and Eddie tensed. He pinched his lips shut and leaned to the side, inadvertently pushing closer into Volt’s chest. He moved to grab your hand, but Volt used the distraction to finally pin his wrists above his head. 

“Gah! Volt!”

“There we are, much better,” Volt kissed Eddie’s forehead and smirked. You gave him a grateful look and switched to wriggling your fingers into his sides. Eddie squirmed, battling between pulling his wrists free and dodging your ticklish touches, only to lose on both fronts. 

 “Let—sp-spark..pssht…”

Eddie pinched his lips shut again to trap the incoming snicker. You perked up and giggled lightly. 

“What was that?”

Eddie didn’t answer. Instead, he shook his head, a wobbly smile just barely tugging at the corner of his lips. You scritched up his torso, lightly clawing at his ribs before burrowing your fingers into the softness of his armpits. Eddie jolted upwards and tried to pull his arms down, but Volt kept them up.

You looked to Volt for a bit of guidance. “Where’s he most ticklish?”

“Oh no, darling. I can’t make it that easy,” he chuckled. He trailed his light kisses down the man’s forehead, to his cheek, and ending at his neck. Each kiss left a ticklish tingle that ran across his skin. Eddie’s shoulders shook with restrained chuckles. “You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”

Fair enough, you thought. You alternated between gently scritching at the hollows of his armpits and circling the area with your fingertips and nails. 

Eddie couldn’t hold it back anymore. Gruff, breathy chuckles escaped him before he could try to reel them back in, and Volt’s ticklish kisses were not helping. He tried to growl in between chuckles, but that just added to the cuteness factor. 

“F-Faahahahaha! Spahahahahahark!”

You made a big show of gasping and, wanting to chase the sound, you returned to his ribs. You used the pads of your fingers to lightly pinch and knead over the spot. This made Eddie jump and laugh louder. 

“Hmhm, ‘not ticklish’, huh?” You grinned. “I dunno, seems like you’re ticklish to me.”

Eddie’s cheeks reddened. “I’m nohahah—AH! Vohohoholt sahahahaha!” 

Volt couldn’t help himself. He nuzzled into his partner’s neck to blow quick, electric raspberries into it. Literal sparks jumped off of his lips. Eddie’s laugh took on a more frantic, giggly note. He swiveled his head from one side to the other, but all Volt had to do was move to the opposite side that he couldn’t protect. 

“Hmmm?” Volt hummed against his skin. He took a breath and ducked his head down to blow a raspberry into Eddie’s collarbone. The resulting yelp and harder laughter made him smile. “Am I not allowed to kiss you?”

“Nohoht like thahaht!” Eddie’s legs drummed against the floor as he tried to curl in on himself. Volt chuckled and pressed teasing kisses back up the man’s neck. He waited a bit, watching him shiver and jump, before blowing a series of raspberries on his neck that made Eddie swear and howl. 

For a moment, you’d stopped tickling Eddie and watched the two of them. If there was a way for you to have heart eyes, you’d definitely have them. It was so nice to see them laughing after the power scare not too long ago. 

Your curious hands found their way to Eddie’s stomach. You clawed over it, keeping your touch light, and Eddie bucked. It was so sudden that you’d almost fallen off of him. 

“Wahahahahahit!” Eddie’s laughter deepened as he squirmed underneath you. “Oahahahaha! Nohohohot thehehere!”

Volt looked up from what he was doing, chuckling. “Well done, live wire,” he praised. “His stomach is definitely one of his more ticklish spots. And, you’re only getting warmer..”

Feeling encouraged, you switched to quick pinches along his tummy, squealing as the man bucked around even more. You steadied yourself by straddling his waist. His usually tucked in shirt had come undone and gave you access to the skin underneath. The moment your fingertips made contact, he threw his head back with laughter. 

“OHOHOAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!”

“Oh my gohosh,” you giggled. “I’m shocked at how sensitive you are.”

Volt snorted. You didn’t really mean to make the pun, but there it was, front and center. There was a groan somewhere amidst Eddie’s loud, deep laughter. 

“SHUHUHT UHUHUP!”

“Ah, ah. Manners, Eddie..” He gathered the other man’s wrists in one hand so that he could better join the fray. Sparks danced along his fingertips as he poked and prodded down the man’s torso. Each of his touches delivered a ticklish shock that had Eddie howling. He bucked again, and this time you steadied yourself by holding onto his hips.

Eddie snorted and, ironically, jumped as if he was electrocuted. You curiously kneaded your thumbs into the spot, and Eddie’s deep laughter jumped to hysterics. He bucked and twisted and you had to make more of a concerted effort to not fall off. He laughed silently, especially when Volt’s ticklish shocks found their way to his waist, and that was both of your cues to let up. 

You slid off of his waist and Volt released his hands. Eddie breathed deeply, still chuckling, and wiped the tears from his eyes. 

“Ugh, both of you suck..” He breathed. He sat up with Volt’s help, who pulled both him and you into his lap. You chuckled. 

“You love us,” You blinked up at him with a sweet smile. Eddie’s eyes flicked to you, then Volt, and then he sighed. He was going to get both of you back, especially Volt, but for now?

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

---

You and your two boyfriends, Chance and Parker, were sat in the attic with Parker's new game: Werewolf. It was a social deduction game which you were not too thrilled about.

It's not that social deduction games weren't fun!

It's just that you were really really bad at them.

You hadn't even said a damn word before Parker looked at you and grinned.

"Y/N's the werewolf."

"100%" Chance added on with a snicker.

"W-What? No! I'm not!" You gripped the werewolf card tighter in your hand and doubled down, though your protests only made the two giggle harder.

"It's written all over your face." Parker said with a grin.

"Aw, don't worry, love. I think it's cute. Being a bad liar isn't... bad. It makes you more trustworthy." Of course Chance was immediately trying to reassure you, though it didn't do anything to cool your flushed cheeks at Parker's snickering.

"I-I can lie!"

Parker snorted and put down his card. "Oh yeah? Prove it."

You blinked dumbly. "How would I do that?"

"You could play a round of two truths and a lie?" Chance suggested as he began putting the cards back in the box, since clearly this group wouldn't actually be able to play more than 5 seconds of it.

"Yeah, Y/N, just come up with two true statements, one lie, and then we'll guess." Parker seemed perfectly fine pivoting to this game. Pretty much any type of game that involved one or both of his partners was a fun time in his book.

You thought to yourself and took a deep breath, summoning all your acting ability to convince them.

"I have a bachelor's degree..." You pondered your next statement. "I've never eaten nachos."

"Lie." Parker and Chance called you immediately with matching grins.

"What?!" You shouted. The two descended into amused laughter and your face turned red. "How did you two know?!"

"You were smiling-" Parker cackled. "AS SOON as that entered your mind. Holy shit, I wish you could've seen it. That was hilarious!"

Even Chance was having trouble smothering his laughter at your expense. "You have this habit of smiling every time you lie or," Chance snorted. "even think about lying. It's really cute."

Your face was burning and you couldn't help but pout.

"Aw, don't get all pouty. You're still fun to play with." Parker gave a few quick pokes to your ribs, causing you to flinch backwards with a squeak.

Parker's grin grew from amused to excited. "Ho-ho! What have we here? Is somebody ticklish?"

You put your hands up in front of you and sputtered out. "No! No, I'm not!"

"The most obvious lie ever." Chance snickered under his breath.

"What? I'm not! I swear!"

"Darling... sweetheart..." Chance cooed with an equally loving and teasing expression.

"You're not ticklish, huh?" Parker said, his face now inches from yours.

Against all wishes, your face contorted into a giddy smile and you looked to the side to avoid his gaze. "I'm not!"

"Just like you weren't the werewolf? And like you've never eaten nachos?"

At this point you were barely able to keep from laughing. "I-I'm... I'm telling the truth this time."

"Are you even capable of saying that with a straight face?" Chance goaded, grinning at you ear-to-ear.

"Yeah, go on. Give it a try. Convince us." Parker sat back with his legs crossed, watching you patiently.

You sat up straight and stared at the ground as you tried to collect your resolve.

"A lie's more believable if you make eye contact." Parker cooed in a sing song voice.

You could not, for the life of you, keep from smiling when you looked up at their amused expressions.

A fit of giggles broke out across the group.

"Give it a try. Think of it as lying practice. So you'll actually be able to play a social deduction game without it falling apart immediately." Parker said genuinely.

You took a deep breath and summoned all your focus. You forced your mouth into a straight line and looked straight at Parker.

"So, Y/N, are you ticklish?"

Parker's teasing grin, mixed with the anticipation, and the infuriating direction not to smile or laugh... well, you couldn't hold yourself back from bursting into a barely suppressed fit of giggles.

Your boyfriends broke into laughter twice as loud as your own.

"Seriously, love?" Chance laughed with a sincere smile.

"Hey!" You shouted, not out of anger, but out of sheer embarrassment. "It's hard not to laugh when I'm being told not to laugh!"

"You know what else makes it hard not to laugh?"

You looked over in a panic as Parker quickly closed in on you with wiggling fingers.

"N-No! P-Parker, I swehehehear!" You burst into hysterical giggling as Parker latched his fingers onto both of your sides and started wriggling them against the sensitive skin.

"Oh, wow, would've thought you were lying? I sure didn't think so!" Parker leaned in and spoke softly into your ear. "That's how you lie."

You lightly batted his hands but did nothing to truly force him from you. You figured you could handle this much until you felt Chance shuffle behind you and take hold of your wrists.

"Nohohoho! Chahahance! Nohohot yohohou tohohohoo! Cohohome on!"

"Maybe if we get all your giggles and grins out this way, you'll be able to tell a lie without that adorably radiant smile of yours." Chance poked your cheek with a giggle.

"I dunno, they've got a lot of giggles to go around." Parker cooed as his wiggling fingers ventured up your torso to your ribs.

You lurched forward and jerked from side to side as Parker's horrible... insanely dexterous fingers picked apart every fucking nerve ending on your ribs, top to bottom.

Forget giggles, you were full on laughing, much to the amusement of your once boyfriends, now tormentors.

You felt Chance lower his head yo kiss at your neck and then your blazing red cheeks.

"Still smiling. I don't know if they'll ever be able to hold a straight face ever again at this rate."

"Nonsense. We've still got tickle spots galore to explore!"

"Guhuhuhuys!" You tittered. "Ihihihit's nohohot gohohonna work!"

"Anything's worth trying once!" Parker replied, still enthusiastic as ever. "And I'm sure as hell having a good time."

"So am I." Chance agreed. He lowered his head back to your neck and began peppering gentle and horrendously ticklish kisses over the area.

Your laughter switched to high-pitched hysterical giggling as you kicked your feet and tossed your head side to side.

You legitimately squealed when Parker began skittering his fingers over your belly.

"Of all the shit lies you've told tonight, not being ticklish is the biggest. I mean, look at yourself!" He clutched his middle and doubled over in his own fit of giggles. "Hehehe- I'm more willing to believe you've never had a single chip in your life than you not being ticklish."

Chance snorted between ticklish kisses. "God, you two are the cutest."

Just as you were getting used to the kissing sensations, you heard Chance take a deep breath and place his lips on the side of your neck.

"PPPPPBBBBBLTTT"

You genuinely SCREAMED before descending into helpless cackling.

"Haha! A raspberry? You really are chaotic evil." Parker laughed.

"Excuse you, I'm neutral good." Chance replied, raising his head from the site of that torturous raspberry.

"Which is suuuuch a boring alignment."

In their bickering there was a brief moment they stopped their tickling which gave you a blessed moment of reprieve which you spent catching your long gone breath.

"It's not boring. No alignment is inherently boring, it all depends on how you play it."

"Fine! I guess I have to be the chaotic of the party!" Parker raised his wiggling fingers and shot you a taunting grin. "You didn't think we were done did you?"

Just the sight of those fingers sent you back into a giggle fit.

Chance and Parker snickered.

"God, you're so easy to make laugh. It's the gosh darn cutest thing." Parker cooed over you. If your face wasn't already ten different shades of scarlet, it would've taken that hue at that comment.

You felt a stream of air at your ear and you squealed at a humiliatingly high pitch.

You heard Chance's amused giggling behind you. "Ticklish ears?" He whispered across the shell. You scrunched up your shoulder and giggled harder.

Not as hard as when Parker got bored and decided to shoot his torturing fingers under your arms.

Your back arched as you shrieked in impossible to restrain laughter.

"Gotcha!" Parker sang. "Boy, you're just a ticklish bundle of nerves, aren'tcha?"

You thrashed as much as you could in Chance's hold before resigning to throwing your head back on the DM's shoulder with your eyes screwed shut and surrendering yourself to your deep belly laughter.

"Laughing too hard to talk, huh?" Parker snickered.

"You think they've had enough?" Chance asked.

"I think they can take a little more." Parker glanced at Chance eagerly. "Do the raspberry thing again."

Chance sighed. "Okay, one. Any more than that and I think we may break them."

You couldn't even try to protest before you felt another agonizingly ticklish raspberry at your neck, sending your hysteric laughter into silence.

Eventually you felt Parker retract his hands and Chance release your wrists. You shot your arms to your sides and rubbed the hollows of your underarms with your now free hands.

"How'd that feel? Got all your giggles out?" Parker teased.

"Oh, that was... awful. I-I hated that." You said, subconsciously avoiding eye contact.

There was a quiet moment, but you couldn't get the guts to look at their reactions.

Maybe you were too harsh. Did they feel bad?

You felt hands squeeze your sides and you shrieked out a laugh before whipping around the see their matching grins. "So you enjoyed that, huh? Even when you were laughing so hard you couldn't talk?"

Your stomach did a triple flip and you picked at the hem of your shirt. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't like that... that'd be weird..."

Chance yanked you close into a strong hug. You felt him rumble with chuckles. "I've never been so grateful for my partner to be such a terrible liar. Even after all that it's still written all over your face. God you're so adorable."

"Guess we'll just have to tickle you all the time. Who knows, maybe it WILL make you a better liar." Parker ruffled your hair and pinched your side, giggling at your responsive squeak.

You pressed your face a bit more firmly on the bed under you, feeling the light rumbles of Betty’s amused chuckles around your uncontrollable smile, fingers gripping the mattress as another ticklish sparkle teased the lovely spot under your shoulder blades, too close of your ribs. 

How could you say to be surprised? Years and years of taking care of your ceramics, of course even Daisuke’s firmer touch would still be light enough to not even chip the most delicate of the plates. 

Noticing your shudder of reaction, and mistaking it for pain, Daisuke softened even more his massage, only his fingertips pressing “firmly” on the edge of the back of your ribs, drawing circles across the muscles just like Amir told him to do.

“Relax.” 

Somehow, this words only seemed to make your ticklishness grow stronger, fishing a squeak from your lips. He stopped.

“Does it hurt?”

Turning your face to the side, you tittered, reactions only getting louder when Daisuke pressed once more on the spot, digging just a bit in search of the horrible knot that was making you squirm around in pain, high pitched sounds of protests leaving your mouth over and over again. 

“Ack! Nohohoho! Please!” More yelping, bubbling titters filled the room, each sound and each touch only teasing your senses further, making tiny, ticklish sparkles travel the entirety of your back, filling each one of your weak spots on it with buzzing, anticipatory tingles. “Tihihihickles! It tihihihickles-”

Ah. Daisuke thought, fond, melted, sweet, looking at your adorable face shining in a beautiful smile, hearing that melodious laughter and realizing that he wouldn’t mind at all to keep listening to it over and over again. I see.

“Please, I ask for you to stop giggling yourself silly, I am trying to help you to relax.” There was a hint of smile in his voice, and a playful glint on his eyes that made you only squeal louder, especially as his hands spread in claws and began gently vibrate on your higher ribs, taking their sweet time to crawl downwards to your sides. 

Each touch of his was precise and, with the same single-minded focus he was previously searching for every tense knot or aching muscle of yours, now his curious, prodding and wiggling fingers were searching for every sweet spot, every weak, ticklish place that had you jolting under his hands, laughing adorably, squirming from one side to another, letting out the most mesmerizing, precious sounds, clinging to the mattress in a lovely way, not even trying to push his tickles away.

Daisuke pinched lightly at your sides, softening with how it sneaked crackles in your laughter, swiped his fingertips again and again across your lower back, scratching softly along it as you chuckled wheezes and kicked your legs. He prodded your spine, up and down and up and down, watching hypnotized as you snorted, squeaked and let out a string of half baked words, then spread his hands on your shoulder blades, taking turns in digging on every ticklish spot around it and drumming, amazed at how uncontrollable, how loud and mirthful your laughter could go. 

He took his time, just like he did polishing every plate to the brightest, sharpening his every knife, cooking every dish and organizing every self with his most loved ceramics. With patience, attention and care he found every single one of your ticklish spots, he grazed lightly at them and then vibrated on each one unmercifully, he caressed then squeezed and brushed and poked and tickled, tickled, tickled, again and again until your arms finally came down and held (as best as you could) his playful fingers.

Even so, his chuckles, amused and endeared and everything else in between, still danced with your remanent, looping giggles, a grin fixed permanently on your face, a light, relaxed feeling taking over and melting the tension on your muscles, leaving a good, happy feeling behind.

“Hm, good. Now, truly, do not move, I will start your massage.”