tickletober, tickletober, tickletober!!! okay since you wanted two requests per person i’m just gonna do both in one ask, but maybe day one (anticipation) with lee!reader and ler!mateo and then request two is day twenty (retaliation) with switches parker and ofc our resident D20 for day twenty, chance? (or y’know feel free to swap the characters and/or prompts around i honestly just love your writing and would love to see you write any of these characters tbh 🤭)
TickleTober Day 1: Anticipation
~Okay I got WAY too into writing this. Don't look at me. Prepare for a bunch of romantic, fluffy tickle slop. Anon, l’ll link the second part of your request to this post once I release it on the 20th. Thank you for your request, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Gender Neutral Reader
Ler: Mateo Manta
Summary: Mateo is showing some of he and Davi’s trick routine to you. Turns out, you have a trick of your own you had worked on with him. After the mischievous outcome, Mateo decides on some rather evil revenge.
Warnings: canon-typical interactions, language, and romantical happenings. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“Aww, good boy, Davi!”
Mateo smiled as Davi rolled over, handing him a small treat. It was dinner time at the shelter, and a few of the more intellectual pets had trick routines they enjoyed. Mateo was more than happy to teach them a few, and you had a front row ticket to the adorable display.
“Hey, wanna see a really cute one?” he asked, grabbing another small treat from the bag. Davi sat attentively in front of you two, eyes trained on the treat as his tail wagged a mile a minute. “Davi, whisper.”
On command, Davi dropped down and let out a quiet “boof” noise. You couldn’t help but coo at the sight and sound of the cuteness before your eyes. “Okay, I love that. You two are so cute.”
“Thanks, love. We’ve been working on that one since Phonecia told me about it.” The sparkle in Mateo’s eyes let you know just how happy he was to hear the praise. You knew he appreciated acknowledgement for all the work he did at the shelter, even if he’d never ask for it.
“Actually, I taught Davi a trick of my own. Wanna see?”
Mateo’s eyes widened, and he immediately nodded. Not only did you listen when he spoke, but you also took up his interests and cared for the inanimals? He was elated. “Of course!”
You suppressed a mischievous grin as you took a treat from Mateo, holding it in front of the inanimal below you. “Alright, Davi, get ‘im!”
Before Mateo could react, your finger was pointed at him, and the fabric pooch was barreling into his chest. Mateo landed safely on the couch, Davi smothering his face with playful licks. Over the chaos of his own laughter and complaints, he could hear you cackling; you were obviously pleased with yourself.
With a small whistle from you, Davi climbs off Mateo and sits beside him, tail thumping against the couch cushions.
“When did you have time to teach him that?” Mateo huffed softly as he wiped his face with his sleeve. He was an interesting mix of impressed and exasperated.
“While you were busy with bath time. Davi’s a very good boy, so it was easy to teach him.” You gave the inanimal some scratches behind his ears, cooing at the adorable reaction you received.
Davi nuzzled his face against Mateo’s shoulder as the blanket man let out a soft scoff. Of course you had used your down time to be mischievous. He couldn't even be surprised. “Why don't you just relax on your breaks?”
“You have zero room to talk about relaxing,” you chided, gently poking his shoulder. You weren’t wrong, either; Mateo definitely needed to work on taking care of himself.
“...touché.”
He rolled his eyes as you giggled, trying to think of a playful way to get back at you. He could’ve trained Davi or one of the other inanimals to mess with you, but some hands-on vengeance seemed like more fun.
Grabbing your hand, Mateo pulled you down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist. Before you could squirm, his blanket cardigan was wrapped around you, trapping you against him.
“Wait, Mateo, baby, love of my life—”
He cut you off with two squeezes to the sides, relishing in the shocked, giddy yelp he pulled from you. “Little late for flattery, cariño.”
You squirmed and shook your head, half-heartedly trying to get away. The tickles were coming, to be sure, but…his hands were just sitting there. No tickles, just holding your sides.
“M-Mateo?”
“What? You said to wait, so I'm waiting.” His fingers gently tapped your sides, tickling just enough to make you smile. It wasn’t enough to do more than tease; you were already dying.
“C’mon, this is mean!” you huffed, trying to break free from Mateo’s blanket cocoon. Little buzzes of anticipatory glee were shooting through your nerves, making your cheeks redden and your ears burn. He was technically doing as you asked, but it was malicious compliance. You regretted being such a menace around him; you had no doubt inspired this silliness.
Mateo tapped on your sides, humming softly to himself. Davi was sitting on the floor in front of the two of you, simply spectating; nobody was coming to save you from your deserved fate.
“Plehease!”
“Please what? I’m not sure what you want, love,” he teased, brushing the tops of your hips with his thumbs. He was being a bit cruel, yes, but he knew you were enjoying yourself. Unless you asked him to, he had no plans to stop.
That had to be bullying. He knew you weren’t going to tell him to stop, yet he was still making you ask. You were so getting back at him later…well, if you made it out of there without your brain melting. “Youhu suck!”
“Oh, I know, I’m so mean and cruel to you.” The playful tone of his voice alone had you blushing, not to mention the little kisses he placed on the back of your neck. “Making you ask for what you want from me. How dare I look for consent.”
“That’s not what I—” You cut yourself off with a squeal as your boyfriend quickly skittered his fingers up and down your sides. It was only a quick second of tickling, but it had you about ready to explode with nervous excitement.
Davi perked up at the sudden noise, tilting his head. His eyes locked with Mateo's in a silent question. The blanket man chuckled softly, his heart warmed by how protective Davi already was over you. “They're fine, Davi. How about you go play with the other inanimals, huh? Shelter.”
At the direction, Davi stretched and got to his paws. He gently butted his head against Mateo's shin before trotting off towards the other inanimals within the shelter, leaving you to your fate.
Once the pooch was gone, Mateo resumed his affectionate bullying.
“I'll be really nice if you ask, cariño. Promise,” he whispered, placing a few loving kisses along your temple. He was being sincere; even though the situation was a bit ridiculous, it still made you feel loved.
With one last whine, you finally caved. “Fihine! Please…tickle me.”
“Aww, there we go. Was that so hard?” With one more little kiss to the corner of your eye, Mateo got to work. His fingers flew up and down your sides, scribbling and fluttering and pinching and poking. For every quick tickle one hand gave you, the other was soft and teasing.
Startled laughter escaped you, erratically switching between giggles, squeaks, yelps, and the occasional plea. The bubbly anticipation in your chest softened, fading to a warm buzz that spread throughout you. You were happy.
“Que lindo, mi corazon. Eres absolutamente adorable,” he cooed, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck. Of course, his fluffy white hair brushed against your skin, only sending more ticklish shocks through your nervous system.
You wriggled and kicked in his lap, unable to hold still. Mateo had absolutely obliterated your control; thanks to his build-up, you were sensitive, giddy, and craving every bullying touch.
Mateo simply held on, occasionally giving your neck a little kiss as he observed the chaotic glee he had caused. Seeing you happy was the highlight of his day. There you were, just spoon-feeding him serotonin, and he couldn't be happier.
As his evil hands reached your hips, you jolted and squealed. He targeted the soft pockets of your hips, knowing you were sensitive there. Curses tumbled past your lips as you lightly smacked his thigh, emptily threatening him.
“Oh, I know, I'm so mean, giving you exactly what you asked for. How dare I?” Mateo couldn't help but chuckle as he continued gently pinching and poking the skin at the joint of your hips. He loved the way it made you squirm and curse, yet still push back against him for more.
You were dying, shaking your head as cackle after gasp after squeal flew past your lips. Any part of you that still had energy to thrash was doing so, trying to distract yourself even slightly from the onslaught of the diabolically ticklish jolts running through your hips.
Of course, you truly couldn't complain: you had waited for your wrecking. You’d earned the fun, even if that meant slowly losing your mind while receiving it.
Mateo’s fingers slowly crept to a different spot. In fact, it was your worst spot; you could feel the ticklish buzzes under your skin slowly getting more intense, the blood in your cheeks beginning to boil with flustered excitement. He knew what he was doing.
“Hmm…how about we go for my favorite spot? This one always makes you laugh so beautifully.”
Yep, you were definitely losing your mind by the end of the silly interaction…
Worth it.
