Tower of Tickling

Title: the big, the tough and the ……ticklish?

Vi groaned, tugging at the ropes binding her wrists above her head. “Ugh, seriously? I break into one shady warehouse, and suddenly I’m someone’s hostage?”

The chair she was tied to creaked as she struggled, but the knots were frustratingly tight. She let out an annoyed sigh and rested her head back.

Then, soft footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room.

“Caitlyn?” Vi smirked as the familiar figure stepped into view, rifle slung over her back, a bemused expression on her face. “Took you long enough, Cupcake.”

Caitlyn crossed her arms, smirking as she took in the sight of Vi—ropes securing her arms above her head, legs tied to the chair, completely at her mercy.

“Well, well,” Caitlyn mused, tilting her head. “Looks like someone got herself into a bit of trouble.”

Vi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna untie me or just stand there looking pretty?”

Caitlyn hummed, stepping closer. “Oh, I’ll help you, alright,” she said smoothly, resting a hand on Vi’s side. “But… this is a rare sight. Big, tough Vi—completely helpless.”

Vi’s smirk faltered for half a second. Something about Caitlyn’s tone made her stomach flip. “Cupcake—”

Before she could finish, Caitlyn’s fingers lightly traced up her side.

Vi jolted. “Hey!”

Caitlyn’s smirk deepened. “Oh?” She did it again, letting her fingertips barely skim over Vi’s ribs.

Vi stiffened, lips pressing together. “Don’t.”

Caitlyn arched a brow. “Oh, I see now.” She dragged a single fingertip over Vi’s stomach, watching as her abs twitched. “Vi… are you ticklish?”

Vi clenched her jaw. “No.”

Caitlyn grinned. “Hmm. Let’s test that theory.”

Before Vi could protest, Caitlyn wiggled her fingers into Vi’s ribs.

Vi snapped. Her entire body jerked, a startled laugh breaking from her throat before she could stop it. “H-hey! C-Cupcake—!”

Caitlyn giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ohhh, this is adorable!” She pressed in a little harder, her fingers dancing up and down Vi’s sides, delighting in the way her tough, unshakable partner thrashed against the ropes.

“D-dammit, Cait—!” Vi yanked at the restraints, trying to twist away, but it was useless. Laughter spilled from her lips as Caitlyn’s fingers skittered over her ribs, under her arms, even squeezing at her stomach.

“Ihihi swear to the FIHIHIRST!” Vi cackled, her deep laughter bubbling out uncontrollably.

Caitlyn smirked. “Swear to the First? Oh, Vi, you sound desperate.” She slowed her pace, circling a finger along Vi’s stomach, making her flinch. “I could stop…”

Vi panted, catching her breath. “Y-yeah. You should.”

Caitlyn grinned. “But where’s the fun in that?”

And with that, she attacked again—this time digging into Vi’s hips, making her shriek.

“CAIT—!” Vi’s laughter turned frantic, her body twisting as much as the ropes would allow. “IHIHILL END YOU!”

Caitlyn just giggled. “Oh, will you?” She teased, moving her fingers back up to Vi’s underarms, making her dissolve into a mess of wild laughter.

“STOHOHOP! OKAHAHAY! I SUHUHUBMIT!” Vi howled, finally breaking.

Caitlyn paused, smirking as Vi sagged in the chair, panting. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Vi glared at her, breathless. “You’re evil.”

Caitlyn hummed innocently. “Oh, I know.”

She finally reached for the ropes, undoing them. As soon as Vi was free, she rolled her shoulders, still catching her breath.

“Never speak of this again,” she muttered.

Caitlyn smirked, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Oh, Vi…” She leaned in, her breath brushing against Vi’s ear.

“I’m never letting this go.”

Vi groaned. “You are the worst.”

But the way Caitlyn’s fingers brushed her wrist as they walked out? The way she kept sneaking little glances at Vi with that smug smile?

Yeah. Vi had a feeling Caitlyn was going to enjoy holding this over her.

And, annoyingly… she wasn’t sure she minded

CaitVi tickling ❤️

Always interesting to see Caitlyn as the domineering flirty one for a change.

Lmao ok Florence thanks for that

WHY DOES FLORENCE PUGH MENTION TICKLING SO OFTEN