#lee!cater

As the day rolled by, no one fell for his subtle provocations. When he poked Riddle in the sides, Riddle would tell him to leave him alone, a deep red blush on his face, but it told all Cater needed to know to not mess with him. He wasn’t sure why he bothered anyway, because it was only once in a blue moon that Riddle would tickle someone. Trey was also no help. When he was baking, Cater leaned against him about being oh so bored, and asked Trey to keep him company. Trey had replied that there was an unbirthday party tomorrow and he needed to prepare. Cater pouted, opting to just tickle the other instead, but in the end, Trey had just shooed him away, leaving Cater defeated as he walked to his room.

No one was picking up on what he wanted, so he opted to distract himself. It’ll pass if he doesn’t think about it. Opening his homework, he only got a few words in his alchemy essay before he closed his eyes, his motivation running thin.

The second he shut his eyes, he imagined fingers lightly grazing his stomach, as he twitched in anticipation. His eyes snapped open. Bad idea.

He typed out another sentence. Focus, Cater.

Hands tracing his sides, pinching at the sensitive skin, squeezing at the spots that were most effective on him. Tingles coursing through his entire body as he could do nothing but laugh.

Cater shut his computer, face hot. This was not going to work, he realized. All he wanted was to..

He bit his lip, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. There was one thing he had done when his craving and desire were particularly bad, but it.. It was embarrassing.

But…

Squeezes down his hips, relentless and extremely ticklish.

And, that’s it. Moving to his bed, he sat on the very edge, before he whispered, “Split card.”

Before him, two clones of him appeared, cheerful and knowing. He didn’t even have to ask because his clones knew everything that he was thinking.

Still, they stood, waiting for him to say something and Cater cursed that they acted as he would, because he would have done exactly that, but opening his mouth was just so hard.

“Can you guys..” He trailed off, but the clones just stared at each other, back at him with a smile on their face.

“Of course! Leave it to Cay-cay~!” The first clone exclaimed, sounding much like the original. The second one chuckled and agreed, before pulling Cater’s arms up.

Cater let it happen, not bothering to resist. Considering these clones were him, there was no point in hiding how much he wanted this. They didn’t say much after that, but he preferred it that way.

“Hehehe..” He giggled softly, feeling the first clone trace their fingers along his sides, lightly grazing his tummy.

The second clone kept a tight hold on Cater’s arms as the tickling slowly intensified. The light grazes and tracing became rougher, and Cater felt his giggles shifting into laughter as the tingly sensations traveled through his body.

The clone, of course being Cater himself, knew exactly what worked on him best, so it lingered on a particular spot on his sides and ribs that had always been a bit bad for him.

“GAHAHA..!” He cried, feeling his face flush, feeling a bit embarrassed at the situation, but enjoying it nonetheless.

It had been a while since the last time Cater had used his clones for.. reasons such as tickling, but he could never quite get used to how.. effective it was. Feeling his mind slowly turn the mush as the soft touches resumed, the first clone finally changed spots to a less sensitive area, but still devastatingly ticklish.

The second clone, whose arms were pinning Cater’s, shifted its arms so it was able to reach Cater’s ribs, poking and scratching.

Cater kicked out, not ready for the new increase in sensations at all, a loud squeal leaving his body.

Although it mostly fell on deaf ears, he could hear the clones muttering and cooing teases that he definitely has.. used on others before. It was strange being on the other side of that, he thought to himself, but the thought quickly vanished when the second clone found yet another spot that even Cater hadn’t known was ticklish until that point.

Seconds later, Cater was begging for mercy and the clones obliged. Although a panting, flushing mess, Cater was satisfied.

“Thanks, guys…” He muttered out, slowly, before the clones winked and vanished. He spread out on the bed, catching his breath, still somewhat feeling the tingles.

——

since riddle was never exposed to tickling when he was a child, he was always curious about what it felt like. like, he’s read about it, heard about it, etc, but just couldn’t imagine HOW it could make someone laugh. afterall, it sounds so absurd. which makes total sense.

it wasn’t until he started hanging out with chenya and trey that he finally learned what it was like. chenya had been the one to poke him in the side first. riddle had jumped, sputtered, giggled, and jsut reaxted like how any ticklish person would and riddle was like,, what was that?? chenya had simply told him he was curious and trey was like “oh, youre ticklish, huh?” and suddenly it made SO MUCH sense. THATS what tickling was like, and now that he had a taste of it, he was curious about more. being actually tickled and tickling someone. thankfully, being friends witb the two, he did in fact experience those

when he arrived at nrc, it didnt happen as much but trey seemed to notice that riddle didnt exactly hate tickling. as he got older he tried to hide it, but he didnt hate iy. maybe wasnt as interested as when he was younger, but it was more neutral. trey would like to poke him to get his attention and such.

trey is ticklish but maybe would prefer to be tbe ler, or at least let it be equal. he’s like, teh nonchalant tickler HELPP so like, usually won’t go very far, not more than a poke to tbe side or something small like that, but well, he still does it to like most of heartslabyul and his friends outside of heartslabyul, but is like totally casual abt it so sometimes ppl wonder if they should even bring it up

when they do, “i only wanted to get your attention.” hey trey! calling their name works just as well btw!! no but sometimes he does it just because he feels like it. always the same excuse too😭

cater is pretty ticklish. he has a love-hate relationship of it. i thjnk he enjoys tickling people, but doesnt do it much because HE doesnt particularly ENJOY getting tickled and he doesnt want them to like, retaliate. he doesnt hate it but his sisters loved tickling hjm when he was younger so it kinda left a bad taste in his mouth. basically, he usually will only have a good time if its someone he knows well and is comfortable with and he knows theh wont push him to the brink. he doesnt like to laugh uncontrollably i feel like. eitherway, he def tickles others the same exact way bc he doesnt want them to feel the same way he does about it.

he doesnt mind gentle tickles at all, but again, ws long as he’s with the right people. i feel like with a partner, he would actyally really love tickles while they r cuddling. super cute, yes.

deuce didnt get tickled a lot, at least not until he entered nrc. never really had any feelinfs towards it. he hated it when he was younger, became more neutral about it when he grew up. he would definitely defend someone if they thought it was embarrassing. “everyones ticklish! nothing to be ashamed of!”

this actually leads to him getting tickled about half the time😭😭 because everyone loves to tickle the first year students (i would too). super embarrassed? yes. super awkward? yes. hates it? nope!! prob would be blushing and all but never have any complaints

ace, on tbe other hand, did get tickled a lot when he was younger and that did not change upon his arrival to nrc. i dont know how to describe it, he just radiates those vibes. also i frel like he was more of the “popular” guys in middle school (he peaked in middle school just kidding) but he was prob the one his frienfs liked to gang up on and tickle

doesnt PARTICULARLY seek out being tickled but will ALWAYS join in if one of his friends is being tickled in front of him with the most sadistic smile on his face. he js evil, do not let urself be tickled by him (or do maybe).

yk that guy who will convince others to tickle the super scary boss?? no?? well whatever, that’s cater. tell me he doesnt whisper to the freshman to tickle riddle… everyone knows its him too except riddle because, well, the freshman never get too far in their endeavors. afterall, leaders are to set an example!

trey knows ofc, but does he stop it? ofc not!! riddle needs a laugh time to time after all.

tickle fights. between all five of them. most r started by the chaotic duo (ace and deuce) or cater. and well, the winner is USUALLY cater or riddle, trey too. ace and deuce never win. plus, cater has his clones to back him up, but if riddle uses his spell, he’s the first one gone

——

“hey, trey-trey!” cater said, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend from behind.

“hey, cater. what’s up?” trey greeted cater, turning to look him in the eyes, but continuing stirring the bowl.

“nothing much, just missed you,” cater smiled, resting his head on trey’s back, but they were similar heights, so it was more on his head than anything.

he squeezed tighter.

“i’m making a tart for the unbirthday party tomorrow, want to h-hup!” trey began, before he was interrupted by the sound of his own voice. he gripped tighter on the whisk and cater smirked.

“what’s wrong?” cater asked, knowing exactly what was the problem as he squeezed trey’s sides.

“y-youhu know whahahat..!” trey muttered, trying to conceal his giggles. it was a part that rarely anyone but cater was able to see, and he cherished every part of it.

“yeah~ guess i do!” cater chuckled along, his fingers trailing along the sides of trey’s back, as he wrapped around the other tighter.

“gahaha— you—!” trey dropped the whisk in the bowl, turning his body to try to pry cater off.

when that didn’t work, he put his adms backwards, trying to tickle at cater’s sides.

“h-hehehey! nohoho fahahair!” cater cried, his grip loosening as he tried to move away from trey’s attacking fingers.

trey managed to twist out of cater’s grasps, instead turning as he began to tickle cater’s sides.

——

“look, we can talk about this!” cater cried, slowly. trey crossed his arms, raising a brow.

“you ate my cookie,” trey said. “my cookie.”

“okay, im sorry! i won’t do it again!” cater exclaimed, as he felt trey curling at his stomach. he quickly leaped from trey’s arm, standing in front of the tv, the movie that was playing forgotten.

see, what had happened was they had decided to spend their friday night watching a movie that cater insisted they watch in trey’s room. trey, of course, agreed, and being the amazing boyfriend he was, brought snacks. those snacks? cookies and milk. when it came down to the last cookie, trey had grabbed it and just before he was able to take a bite, cater had snatched it from his hand and plopped it into his mouth.

he had laughed about it then, but he was really beginning to regret it.

“cater, you know i can’t just let you take my cookie and not have you face the consequences,” trey drawled, a menacing grin on his face.

when trey stood up as well, cater decided it was time to go. he bolted, opening trey’s door and shutting it behind him to give some space between him and trey. it was night so surely trey wouldn’t chase him and risk causing a ruckus in the dorm.

well, apparently he was wrong, because he could hear that as he got farther from trey’s room, he could hear his boyfriend’s footsteps approaching him rapidly.

oh no. he ran outside, going towards the roses they had painted for the unbirthday party a few days ago. he turned around, relieved when he saw his boyfriend wasn’t there, because he knew whatever punishment was waiting for him (which he could take a guess) would be given tenfold now. he slowed down, wondering what to do now. wait, i could use my clo—

“g-AHHK!” he shouted, as he was suddenly tackled to the ground. trey turned, using his arm to cushion their fall, but that still meant cater was caught.

trey was there?! when did he get there?! he didn’t have time to think before fingers were kneading at his sides.

“gahahaha! trey!”

cater laughed, tingles spreading all around his body devilishly. people may think that trey is this super sweet guy, and well, maybe he can be, but he’s definitely got an evil side to him too.

“come on, take your punishment,” trey chuckled, amused. he took to scribbling his fingers along cater’s tummy. cater twitched, squirming at the new rise in sensation.

“N-NAHAHA, nohoho!” cater giggles, unable to think about anything but trey and the tickling.

he peeked his eyes open, as he tried to pry trey’s hands away out of reflex. trey’s face was mirthful, like he was enjoying every second of this, and it was enough to make cater’s heart melt.

“HAHAHAH!” cater cried, feeling himself grow weaker as trey continued to wreck him.

1. lee azul, ler floyd

“Floyd, no one else can cover your shift. You need to work it,” Azul groans, pinching the bridge between his eyes.

“I don’t want to. That’s booooring,” Floyd whines, leaning over Azul.

“Floyd, you said you— hey, w-wait!” Azul feels a poke to his side and jolts. His head whips toward the eel in shock. “F-floyd, stohohop this nohonsense..!”

“Nah, I’m good.” Floyd starts squeezing Azul’s sides, wrapping his arms around the housewarden.

“Stahahahap! J-jahade?!” Azul laughs, unable to help it, and he looks for Jade for assistance, who had been watching it all unfold the entire time.

Jade smirks sadistically and clicks his tongue. “Alas, even I cannot stop my brother when he’s like this. You’ll just have to.. wait until he’s bored.”

Until he’s bored? Floyd was as unpredictable as unpredicatable comes! Who knows when that would be?

“G-gah! Stohohop Flohohoyd!” Azul accidentally snorts around his next giggle when Floyd jabs at a particular sensitive spit and suddenly, he wants to die of shame.

“Awww,” Floyd cooes, unrelenting in his attack when Azul’s laughter becomes more intense, while Jade chuckles behind him.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

2. lee epel, ler riddle

“h-hehehey!” riddle giggled, when epel peppered his face with kisses. the blush on his face was absolutely delightful and it just made epel want to kiss him more.

“you’re amazing..” epel mumbled against his face, twitching when the fingers around his waist tightened their grip. while distracted, riddle began to lightly tickle his sides, and he rolled back, causing the bed to creak.. “gahaha!”

“it’s about time i return the favor, shall i?” riddle said, voice smug and epel didn’t resist the laughter threatening to spill from his lips.

riddle started kissing his face— from his cheeks, to his parted lips, and his forehead. epel closed an eye, feeling tingly and a bit flustered.

“this ain’t fahahair!” he giggled, riddle’s fingers dancing along his hips and tummy.

“fair?” riddle chuckled, amused, as he planted a kiss on the corner of epel’s mouth, almost teasingly.

“nohoho, y-you’re tihihickling me!” epel cried, his hands uselessly pushing at riddle’s. riddle kissed the other corner of his mouth.

“and you look really..” a pause, then a kiss to epel’s lips, longer and more meaningful than the others. epel tried to kiss him back, but it was a bit difficult while laughing. “..lovely,” riddle finished, pulling away. with it, his fingers stopped tickling him, instead rubbing his sides in a more comforting manner.

“i love you,” epel smiled, when he caught the other’s lips again.

riddle smiled at him, pulling epel closer. “i love you too.”

3. lee cater, ler trey

“hnng!” cater squealed, feeling a finger run down his spine. he immediately straightened up, flinching. he whipped his head to glare at the culprit.

“trey, that was #NOTCOOL,” cater turned around, placing his hands on his hips. trey chuckled.

“my bad, i was just curious,” trey admitted.

“curious?” cater raised a brow at that.

“if you were ticklish. you always tense up when someone touches your back.” trey shrugged nonchalantly.

“i— what?!” cater gasped, his face heating up. he put a palm to his cheek, embarrassed. “you.. noticed that?”

“of course i did,” trey chuckled again, reaching to pinch at cater’s hips. cater jumped away, embarrassed.

“i’m not ticklish!” cater blubbered out, and trey looked at him, disbelieving until a smug grin appeared on his face.

“is that so?” trey asked, coming closer. “so you wouldn’t laugh if i did this?” more calculated this time, he lightly squeezed at cater’s sides and cater froze, biting his lip.

“n-no.. way..!” cater squeaked, resisting the urge to flinch and gasp until… “ah!”

“there it is,” trey said, amused. cater squeezed his eyes shut when trey started tickling him for real after he had giggled.