Hyperfocus:Tummy, No. 2

it’s been a while, hmm?

Cuddles are nice. Just feeling them in my arms, skin against skin, comfortable and safe in a way that isn’t easy to replicate. That calm silence worth more than my weight in gold. Sometimes though, the silence is made to be broken. One of my hands gently touches their stomach, resting against it, and I smirk at the way their breath changes, just a bit. I hold one of their arms with my other hand, and pull them closer into me. Close enough to where I can almost place my lips against their ears as I mutter “I’m gonna tickle you.”

Immediately, The hand around their arm becomes a vice, locking them in place before they can even attempt an attempt of escape. I adjust us slightly, my palm on their tummy still as steel. I repeat what I said, meaning it, and making it clear. “I’m about to tickle you.” before they have a chance to try and talk their way out of their fate, before they can even get over the urge to nervously giggle and squirm away, I strike. My hand lifts, and when it falls, the fingers are wiggling all around. Light as leaves dancing through the wind, my hand dances across their tummy, going from hotspot to hotspot. I trace a line right underneath their ribcage, poke and prod down the left side to their hip bone, then up, and down and up the right side. As they squirm and erupt into the laughter I’ve come to need like a fish needs water, I once again adjust, so they are now sitting on my lap, nowhere to run, and certainly nowhere to hide. My fingers find the spot right under their navel, between that and the waistline, and the wiggling speeds up as that spot is targeted. I transition into something like a hug, kissing their cheeks and neck, while uttering in a soft, maddening voice “tickle tickle tickle…awwwww…tktktktktktktk…that bad hun? Yeah? Poor baby….so ticklish! Isn’t fair at all…tktktktktktktk”

eventually one hand becomes two, and the fingers become like spider-legs, starting at your hips, and crawling along the waistline to the middle, tickling up, back down, and back out.

I make a low cooing sound in response to their laughter, Grinning at each flustered reaction, keeping the movements light, maddening, Quick. Until I don’t. I place my palm directly over their navel, and chuckle into their ear, before teasingly making conversation

“have you ever been taught how to bake bread? One of the most essentials is to knead the dough..”with that being said, the fingers of that hand dig in, and the adorable lee I’m tickling becomes bakery practice for me. I poke, Prod, Squeeze, and Knead everywhere I can grab-and with how big my hands are, that’s a lot. Every time they squeal, squeak, scream, I stop for a bit, patting their tummy and rubbing it, making curious noises, before happily exclaiming “not done yet!”, and continuing the torment.

when I am done, I lay the lee down, straddling their waist now, and proclaim that such well made bread must pass the taste test!! Suddenly, My mouth is on their tummy, and my hands on their sides. My hands squeeze incessantly, But also keep them in place. Paying no regard to their own hands, Whether they push at my head, Pull at my hair, Grip the bedsheets, I begin to eat. Raspberries, Nibbling, Playful eating noises, even a gentle kiss, here and there. I start directly under and on their bellybutton, but eventually every part of the tummy receives attention. If I ever stop, it’s to make a teasy comment

“you taste so good, Baby!”

“this is a good pastry, It would go well with raspberry flavor-PBBBBBBBBBT”

“Just listen to that laugh! Dinner and a show…” and whatnot. I lose track of how long this lasts-but by the time I’m done, their tummy is damn near a different skin tone. I grin up at them, sitting up, and wiping away their tears on your cheek with my thumb. I tap their forehead with mine, looking into their eyes, and muttering

“you did so well, Giggles. Good job”

of course I’m not DONE per se…but the next part is nice, at least.

I straddle them again, and gently kiss all over your belly. While doing this, I hold both of your hands with my hands, and trace the palms with my middle fingers. im not sure when I’m gonna stop. Maybe never.

But even if I do stop, the tickle monster will be back later. Long as you smile for me like that.

Who’s Better? (Hear Me Out Cake Event)

(Photo Credit to @/dyleeart on Tumblr)

A/n: okay I couldn’t find fanart wirh Telemachus, Odysseus, and Athena, so cut me some slack LMAOO but anyways HEAR ME OUT CAKE EVENT!!! I’m so happy I was able to write something for this OMGOMGOMG AND ITS W MY FAV TRIO IN THE MUSICAL !!! Thank you @tickly-trashcan for making this cute asf event <33 Anyways I’m gonna stop yapping so you guys can enjoy the fic :)

Summary: the king of Ithaca and his old friend/mentor decide to have a competition on who is the better tickler, and Telemachus is their victim >:)

Word Count: 4.5k (oh my god...)

Lee: Telemachus

Lers: Athena and Odysseus

Cw: sfw tickles !

OH MY GOOOOOOOD EPIC TICKLES BRO O DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I NEEDED THIS

Hey just letting yall know something important

I need to be tickled on all my most ticklish spots or I will die of unhappiness

That is all

another important announcement:

i require being teased for my blush, my laugh, my shyness, my smile, etc. etc.

I need this on my desk by tomorrow morning

Idk I just think getting my back drawn on could fix me a lil

i appear to give u this

“I’m gonna get you” drives me maddddd 😭

he's so comfort character coded bye I need to be tickled by him immediately

*incoherent infodumping-* "ah sorry i was infodumping again"

"keep going or i'll tickle you :3"

"wh-"

"i mean.. i'll do it anyway but keep going"

"nO- pfft-"

"no what? come on!"

"no, i'm not- ticklish- hhh-"

"you seem quite so to me :3"

*audible verbal keyboard smashing*

"uh huh."