Yay requests are open! How about fluffy shenanigans when s/O finds out their chocobro is extremely ticklish? Will they be kind or cruel??? Hehehehe cruel is always welcomed
I once read somewhere that tickling well either lead to making out or a fight…So…tickle at your own safety.
The first time you had ran your fingers against Noctis’s rib cage as he slept, you thought it was just a nerve reaction and a twitch with a pleasing sigh. Yet the next time you did it while he was starting to doze, and that adorable little laugh fell from his lips you realized you had a weapon to use against him.
Prince hogging the bed? Tickle!
Prince laying on you and you need to get dinner started? Tickle!
Prince being a stubborn little brat who doesn’t want to eat his veggies? Well, a bunch of empty promises and kisses.
Yet tickling always made you feel better, hearing that cute little laugh and him weakly fighting against you.
Tickle fights are kind of a typical Tuesday night for the two of you. It would start out cute and innocent, the two of you cuddling against one another on the couch. Watching t.v or playing a round of King’s Knight, when someone’s hand would stray to a rib or hip, and from there it was on.
The two of you would start a tickle war at any time, no holds bars! It was the quickest way to brighten the other day!
A war could happen at any time, yet typical more wars would start by one of you laying on top of the other and suddenly demanding all the attention. If all of the attention was known right away, all it would take would be a hand to wander and than…
“No…” A bunch of laughter as hands to fend away the attack. “Fair!”
Yet as the winner of the war often states between treaty kisses, “All’s fair in love and war.”
The first time you did it, it was a lazy day around the house. You were laying on the man, both of you laying on the couch, catching up on this weeks reading, your hands drawing lazy circles on the tan skin beneath you. When your nails ran across the dip, where those powerful legs met that strong torso.
You got a twitch. You racked your fingers across the space again, and that same twitch. One more time and than a strong hand grabbed your own.
“What are you doing?”
“Cut it out.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
Your fingers rubbed against the space again, and next thing you know, you were tossed on your back, and fingers were dragging against your ribs and sides, dragging laughs from you time and time again.
Now, your fingers would find that dip time and time again. It was a mission, you’d always strike when he least expected it. Fresh from the shower, watching t.v, just standing there. You’d normally get about a good few chuckles from him before he would flip the scripts and you’d be on the receiving it.
You had never expected for Ignis to be ticklish, much less on the sides and back of his neck. The first time you dragged your nails against those light freckles, and he twitched and chuckled breaking away from you, you honestly froze uncertain of what just happened.
“Darling…” Ignis called, staring at you in confusion.
“Oh my gods, that’s so cute!”
Now it was your secret weapon, if he seemed to concentrated or too tense, you’d move up behind the man, running a nail across those freckles, before getting a deep chuckle.
Ignis never seemed to mind, in all honesty, he actually rather enjoyed it, as you only seemed to do it when you were worried about him or believed himself to be overexerting himself. Besides, there were quite a few times where those skilled fingers of his own, would rack down your sides to drag your own laughter to join his.