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amazingmsme · 7 months

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Listen Here Punk!

AN: Day 2 comin' in hot! I didn't really intend to do 2 spiderverse fics in a row, but they fit the prompts. Been wanting to write something with Hobie & Miguel, & this idea just jumped out at me!

Miguel didn't necessarily mind sharing his lab space. He knew he had state of the art equipment, and quite frankly everyone wanted to get their hands on it. He'd never admit it in a million years, but he liked the quiet company of someone working nearby with the low hum of machinery droning on in the background.

But that's the thing: he liked quiet company. And Hobie was being anything but.

Hobie had asked him if he could use his 3-D printer while he was in the lunch line. He said sure and shooed him away, and he'd expected he'd be gone by the time he made it back to his office. Needless to say, it was wishful thinking.

Not only was he still there, but he had a damn boombox with him, and it was blaring heavy rock much too loud for his ears.

"Hey I'm back, could you turn it down?" he shouted as he walked in. Hobie looked right at him, and didn't turn it down, so he repeated himself. "Hey, could you turn it down?"

Much to his dismay, Hobie locked their gazes and cranked the volume up.

Miguel glared and marched over, turning the volume so low it was barely audible. Just as he made it back to his desk, the music blared so loud it made him jump.

He whipped around and noticed the way Hobie was hunched over his project sporting a sly smirk.

"Hobie, this isn't funny. I'm asking nicely, please turn off the music," he said, a final warning.

"See, an' I'm trynna give you a better taste in music," he quipped, snickering to himself quietly. If it weren't for Miguel's superhuman hearing, he probably wouldn't have heard it over the deep bass coming through the speakers.

"I'd like it a hell of a lot better if you turned it down!" he yelled, voice barely raising above the music.

"Well that's no way to listen to this kinda music, bruv," he teased, turning the volume dial up even more.

That seemed to be the last straw, because Miguel snapped. He slammed his hand on the boombox and turned it off before setting his sights on Hobie, who was trying hard to play it cool.

"We all know cats land on their feet, let's see if it's he same for spiders, eh?" he asked, walking him closer to the edge of the platform. It was only 15 feet off the ground, so he really wasn't worried about actually hurting him.

"Wait a minute, I was just jokin'!" he tried justifying his behavior, but it was too late. Miguel grabbed him under his arms, hoisting him in the air as he was about to chuck him off. But then he started giggling.

"P-put mehehe dohohown!" he pleaded, legs kicking frantically. His outline grew more sketchy and erratic, his colors more vibrant. Miguel was in such shock, that he did just that... But he didn't let him go. Something Hobie realized with growing fear.

A giddy, terrified grin played at his lips as he clamped his arms to his sides, keeping Miguel's hands trapped in his pits. His own hands were clutching Miguel's forearms for dear life.

"You don't have to do this mate," he pleaded, though excitement glimmered in his eyes.

Miguel clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side. "I kinda do though. You deliberately went against me, then tried to play it off as a joke-"

"It was a joke!"

"Don't interrupt me," he said sternly, wiggling his fingers in warning. It sent him sputtering, doubling over in his grasp as he tried to fight off the mirth that was building up in his chest. "It's rude. Just like turning up the volume after being asked politely to turn it down," he said sternly, though Hobie could've sworn he saw a fleeting smile.

"Ihihi'm sohohorry!" he caved rather quickly, having heard the rumors of how ruthless Miguel could be.

"Thanks, but I really don't believe you. I mean, you're laughing through your apology! That seems far from sincere to me," he taunted, drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits, making him scream.

"Ihihit's literally your fahahahault!" he cried, stomping his feet as he tried to run out of his grip, with no payoff. His feet simply scraped against the floor as he stayed put.

"Wooow, I didn't expect you to be one to victim blame," he teased.

"I'm the bloody victim here!" Hobie yelped, squirming around in Miguel's hold. "L-lehehet me gohoho!"

"Hmm, I don't know if I should," he wondered aloud, drumming his fingers down his ribs. Hobie doubled over, hugging his arms to his chest as deep belly laughs and sporadic snorts filled the air. "I mean, do you really deserve mercy after that little stunt?" Miguel added, not even bothering to hide his smirk anymore.

"Yehehes Ihihi do!" he insisted, having to lean against Miguel for support as his knees buckled.

He chuckled and shook his head, releasing him from his hold. "Fine. But next time, just listen to me punk. It'll save us both the head ache," he said, giving him a pat on the back as he walked over to his monitors.

"Yeah right, you totally enjoyed that. Smug ass," Hobie quipped, having regained his breath fairly quickly. Miguel looked at him from over his shoulder, arching a brow.

"You want me to actually throw you off?" he threatened in warning.

"Nah I'm leavin' 'm leavin'," he mumbled, stepping off the edge, letting himself fall for a few seconds before shooting a web to catch himself.

Hobie ended up forgetting his boombox. When he remembered a few hours later, he was more than amused to find Miguel, working while listening to music. The same music he had complained about earlier.

"That's funny, thought you didn't like it," he quipped, making his presence known as he walked up from behind. Miguel didn't even flinch.

"Never said I didn't like it. Just asked you to turn it down."

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober #tickletober day 2 #hobie brown #miguel o'hara #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #atsv fic #spiderman atsv fic #spiderman atsv tickle fic #atsv tickle fic #ticklish!hobie

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 2 - Drawn On

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Mike, Will

Summary: Will likes to doodle. Mike offers his hand when Will runs out of paper.

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[Tickletober prompts]

Will was doodling again. He’d stopped for so long that Mike thought he was over his art phase, but when he caught him with a pen in hand again he found himself relieved. Drawing was good for Will. It made him calmer even when the art came from a place of hurt or anger.

Mike didn’t have enough hubris to pretend he knew anything about art, but he could tell Will’s emotions from the way he painted, or what he’d felt when he’d started a project. Doodling was different. Doodling could come from boredom or stress or anxiety, or any emotion too big for Will’s body to be able to handle it internally in the moment. Doodling was a momentary relief, with results he rarely returned to anyway, and Mike had felt stress grip him once he’d realized that Will had stopped doing it after he returned back home to them from the upside down the first time.

It took a year for him to draw again, at least in Mike’s presence. He tried not to make a big deal out of it when he saw the way Will was swirling his pen around his notebook instead of actually taking notes, but he knew he was staring and he knew that Will noticed.

“What?” he finally asked, glancing back at him as the teacher kept speaking.

Mike shrugged, his attempt at nonchalance probably futile. “Nothing.”

Will raised his eyebrows but returned to his book, switching out the doodles with the teacher’s words.

Mike caught him more often after that, usually doodling, but once or twice fully painting when Mike went to pick him up on Saturday mornings.

“What are you making?” he would ask, but Will would blush, which was interesting, and never show him. Mike never pushed.

He could tell Will was restless that day, but he’d forgotten his notebook at home and had to make do with a spare piece of paper that Mike had given him. There wasn’t much space to be wasted for doodling, and so Mike wordlessly slipped his hand beneath Will’s swaying pencil and let his skin work as the canvas.

Will hesitated, of course he did, but warily grabbed Mike’s wrist to pull it closer to him, letting the ink glide over the skin ever so lightly. Mike grinned in silent reassurance and turned back to listen, using his right hand to keep taking the few notes he could be bothered to write down. He admitted it was a bit distracting having Will draw on him, but he wasn’t the best listener anyway.

Ten minutes passed peacefully as Will filled his skin with swirls, but once he flipped his hand over to draw over the palm was when the real trouble began. See, Mike might’ve been just a tad bit ticklish on the palms of his hands. Not enough to laugh, but enough that this wasn’t comfortable.

His fingers twitched involuntarily and he chanced a glance at Will who was in his own world. With twenty minutes left of class he wondered if he would be able to handle it. Will would run out of skin eventually, right? Except maybe he would move up to his wrist, which was even more sensitive…

“Be still,” Will mumbled, meeting Mike’s gaze. “You’re messing up my drawing.”

“What even is that?” Mike asked as a way to distract himself, tilting his head at the shapes that made no sense.

Will’s lips curled upward. “It’s abstract.”

“I can see that- ah.”

“What?”

“N-nothing.”

Will returned to his doodling, and had Mike not been so preoccupied in keeping his hand from twitching away as Will’s pen kept hitting the spot just at the base of his fingers he might’ve seen his friend’s slight smile.

“You need matching ones on your other hand,” Will said later that day, the two of them in Mike’s basement with Lucas and Dustin nowhere to be found. “It looks strange otherwise.”

“You don’t think it would be too much?” Mike asked, slipping him his other hand anyway.

“Balance,” was all Will said before he started in on his palm immediately, somehow more gentle than he’d been before. Mike had to grin this time, leaning his face into Will’s shoulder to keep from pulling away. Will laughed with him the first time a giggle slipped out and Mike knew he’d been caught.

“I think you need some art on your wrists, Michael.”

“Oh, you’re so dead after this, William.”

And still he kept his hand still.

#tickling #ticklish!mike #byler #byler fic #augtickletober2022 #tickletober #n writes #tickletober day 2

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cantsaythetword · 2 years

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TickleTober Day 2: Scary Stories (Avengers/Spiderman)

~A/N - DAY TWOOOOOOOOO 👻👻👻 Hope y'all are feeling spoooooooooky!

This one is our first anon prompt:

#2 (scary stories), with Lee Peter and Ler avengers?

Maybe the group is telling a scary story and (Peter 1) gets nervous so the group tries to make him feel less anxious?

Super cute and I soooooo love Lee Peter especially with group tickles like it's adorable! I hope this is the kind of thing you were after!

- Enoy! ~

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Masterpost Link || TickleTober 2022 Masterpost Link

"She screamed!" Tony shouted dramatically. "The poor dog lay gutted on the floor. And written on the wall in front of her, in it's dripping red blood - 'Humans Can Lick Too'."

There were gasps around the room, Bucky jokingly clinging to Steve in fear.

Thor chuckled, applauding. "Incredibly hair-raising, well done Stark!"

Tony shrugged. "More where that came from!"

Nothing was better for the October vibe than a spooky story night in the dark. Circled around the snack table, the group were huddled next to each other in the dim lamplight.

"Who's next?" Bucky grinned. "Or should I remind us of the terror of the Hook man?"

While Sam wasn't usually one to tell ghost stories in the dark, it was him who spoke up.

"I've got one." He smirked playfully, winking at the boy next to him.

What the others didn't notice during Tony's story, was Peter Parker huddled against the arm of the couch like a scared puppy. Clearly he wasn't a huge fan of the scary tales, and was definitely finding the whole experience less than enjoyable. But Sam was about to change that.

"One night, a young man was staying alone in a small cabin." Sam began, eager eyes watching him ready to be spooked. "There was nobody around for miles, just thick dark woodland."

Clint rolled his eyes. "It's always a cabin in the woods."

A soft giggle broke free from Peter's mouth, making Sam smile before he continued. "He heard a rustling outside, but considering he was in the middle of a dense forest, he thought little of it."

Already knowing exactly where he would take this, and part of him wondering how long it would take the wide-eyed teen to notice, Sam adjusted his legs underneath him to bring himself closer to Peter.

"Then it happened again. Louder. Closer."

He slowed his speech towards the end, pausing for effect.

"He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom." Sam continued. "He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."

By this point, everyone was hooked. Hanging off each word he spoke like it was pure gold. Even Natasha's eyes were wide. Sam internally laughed, as she had initially mentioned how scary stories just don't do anything to her any more.

"He heard twigs crunching outside. Not quite footsteps, but human-like all the same."

Peter was beginning to dig his nails into his palm. If Sam didn't know what was coming he would have resolved the story then and there, changing the topic to something a little more light-hearted. But of course, he had other plans to cheer up the teen.

"Once again he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."

Sam leaned from side to side as he listed each location, as if looking through different areas himself.

"Then," His voice became sharp, almost foreboding, "Something thudded into the foliage outside."

Sam banged his hands against the floor, making Bucky jump. The group let out a few snickers at the usually stone-faced soldier's reaction.

"The immediate eerie silence following led the man to realise this was no mere woodland animal. Someone, or something, was watching him." Sam let his eyes scan the room, staring into the eyes of his friends. "He quietly got out of bed and slowly walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window."

Sam could see Peter's knuckles growing whiter by the second as he gripped the side of the couch. Almost there kid, hold it together.

"But before he finally clambered back under the covers, he felt a chill blow over his face. A breeze." He paused, relishing in the tense atmosphere surrounding him. "Coming from the wide open window in front of him."

Gasps echoed around the room - not just from the poor teen Sam was trying to help.

"He froze, only able to swivel his eyes around the room." Sam copied the actions, hands in front of him like a peering statue. "Looking for anything that could possibly be out of place."

Even Sam's heart was beating faster now, the adrenaline of building the climax of the story was almost too much to contain.

"He looked to the doorway, the corners, under the desk, behind the bookshelf."

Sam turned his head with each word, legs changing to a half-kneeling position.

"Alas, the more he looked, the less he found."

He took a breath. Gently moving his body closer to the unsuspecting Peter.

"Relieved, he sat on the mattress, letting his eyes settle into the dark cupboard. Trying to fully convince his subconscious that it was in fact just coats inside."

Peter relaxed slightly - partially due to the fact that Tony had shuffled a little closer to the teen, and that Sam was on his other side. Subtle enough that few would notice, but the gesture seemed to put Peter almost completely at ease.

Not for long.

"The young man couldn't think for long, for a strong, wiry limb gripped his leg!" Sam cried, grabbing onto Peter's outstretched leg, "and yanked him onto the floor!"

Peter yelped as Sam pulled him onto his back, nervous breaths turning to relieved laughter as his brain caught up with the last 3 seconds of movement.

"The poor man let out a scream as the monster in front of him raised it's limbs-!" He roared, mimicking the story. "Unleashing a brutal tickle attack!"

"NO!" Peter squeaked, crashing his arms against his sides in a pitiful attempt to stop Sam.

Not that it worked.

"SAHAHAHAHAM!" The poor boy giggled helplessly, writhing in Sam's firm tickle-vice.

Tony smirked at the pair, offering his own hands to help Sam tear Peter to pieces.

With Tony at his neck and Sam wrecking his ribs, all it took was Steve and Clint taking a leg each for Peter to be royally screwed.

Within minutes the poor kid was begging his attackers to let up. Sam pinching and prodding his ribs and stomach like a tickly piano was just too intense, especially when Nat decided to dance those demonic fingernails across his bare stomach.

Finally, they released him. Peter gasped for air, face red and a bright grin still plastered across his cheeks.

"And that is the terrifying tale-" Sam grinned down at Peter,

"-of the Tickle Monster."

#fic #mine #tickle fic #TickleTober2022 #TickleTober Day 2

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ticklygiggles · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 2: Chase

Ft. Jumin Han x Reader

"Someone will see us!" Jumin hissed as he sneaked into the apartment complex, you hot behind him, a rather scary mask on your face. "S-Stop! You're creeping me out!" He half whispered, half yelled, but you couldn't help but giggle seeing his silly smile as he tried to run away from you.

It was past one a.m., it was highly unlikely that anyone would be around, so you felt compelled to torment your poor boyfriend just for a little longer. After all, you hardly got to see him during RFA's Halloween party, he was too busy talking to potential business partners.

It was only fair you could have your fun with him now, right? Even if it meant chasing him around the building with your very scary custom on.

"I'm gonna get you, Jumin Han," you said in rather the scary voice as you sped up. Jumin turned to see you and a small squeal escaped him when he saw that you were dangerously close. "There is no escape for you!"

"I told you to stop! We'll wake everyone up!" He said, his cheeks were pink as he quickly ran toward the elevator. You laughed, following suit and barely making it in time before the doors closed.

Jumin gasped, backing into one corner. "T-Take that off, you're giving me the chills," he said, his usual deep voice a bit high-pitched. He lifted his hands like a shield as you slowly approached him.

"Get ready, Jumin Han," you said with your scary voice, a big grin pulling at your lips. "Now I've caught you and you'll suffer my punishment."

"W-What? What punishment, I didn't do- ack!" You launched at him, but barely missed him as he ran away from you in that cramped space.

Giggles filled the elevator as you chased him in that little space, almost breaking the glass in the back in the process. Your mask had fallen in your rush and Jumin had lost a shoe when you stepped on it from behind.

He squeaked and tripped a bit, and in that moment you could launch yourself at him again, your arms wrapping around his waist, your hands quickly finding his stomach.

"NAHAHAHA! Hohohold ohohon! Nohohot tihihickling!" He laughed, trying to push your hands away as he bent forward.

You giggled, listening to his rich laughter. "Are you scared now, Jumin Han?"

"I wahahas scahahared ahahalready!"

You both laughed loudly at that and then he shrieked when you clawed your fingers around his bellybutton, under his clothes.

"Plehehease! Sohohomeone will cohohome in!" He cackled, still unable to push your hands away. "Not thehehere! Nohohot thehehere! Mehehercy!"

"You won't ever leave-

You both jumped when the elevator ringed, opening the doors to an empty hall. During the distraction, Jumin was finally able to get rid of your arms and ran out of the elevator towards the door of the penthouse, laughing like a child.

Your heart skipped a beat and you laughed, picking up his shoe and your mask before chasing after him again.

"I remind you that I have the key!" His squeak made you laugh again.

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober day 2 #Mystic Messenger #Jumin Han #Reader #Jumin Han x Reader #ticklish!Jumin #mia's things

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ami-chat · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 2: Drawn On

It was a little hard to come up with an idea for this one, but I think it worked out! Still contributing a little to the Cuphead fandom…hopefully will get more comfortable drawing the characters soon enough!

#I want to eventually draw the cup boys getting wrecked by Chalice #tickle #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #tickle art #cuphead tickles #tickletober day 2 #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022

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madisonfunhouse · 2 years

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Tickletober 2022 -Day 2 ✏️

Drawn On ~

today's is a fun one and is totally something I don't ever see myself being able to handle 🤣

Scenario: your best friend, let's call them Sam, thinks they've invented a new kind of pen, and for some reason it doesn't seem to work until they try using it to draw on skin - you!

"Hmmm, that's weird." You notice the confusion in your friends voice and ask, "What's wrong?"

"The pen isn't working anymore... wait what!?" Sam starts frantically attempting to draw and scribble on his paper, but it doesn't seem to work anymore.

"Why don't you try using it on something else?" you suggested, earning a reasonable nod from your friend, who asks, "Fine, come here then."

"Wait, you want to try the pen on me??" you ask. Without even a warning, Sam starts chasing you around the lab, manages to corner you, and tackles you to the floor only to have you trapped in a foot lock. "I have a great idea." Sam says menacingly.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" you protest, but your shoes are already coming off. I forgot to mention your best friend Sam is quite the gentleman of size and strength. "SAM DON'T! You KNOW how bad my feet tickle!" No matter what you say, he's already got the other sock off.

"Let's take your advice and see if this pen works somewhere other than paper." and with that, you felt a surprisingly smooth sensation on the bottoms of your feet, causing a few flinches and twitches at first.

"hehehe... ahahah... Sam please don't go crazy on MEEE AHAHAHA! NOOOO!"

You pull, you try, but to no avail can you escape from Sam's ticklish pen 🖊️ of doom. He draws circles, lines, writes letters, and scribbles with the biggest smile on his face, only to look back at you and grin even wider. "Ahhh looks like you were right! Good job!" Sam says with a joking tone.

You know for a damn fact you'll have to get him back for this. See you on another Tickletober Day!

Guess the pen really only works on skin 🤷‍♀️🖊️😈

#tword community #tickle community #augtickletober2022 #tickletober 2022 #tickle prompt #tickle story #tickle fic #tickletober day 2 #madisonfunhouse #tickling #tickle

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thebest-medicine · 7 months

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Day 4: Weak Spot

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb, lee!Jester, lee!Mollymauk

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: based on this post, starts out with various tidbits of Molly and Jester going after Caleb and using their tails to poke and prod at his sides and ribs while they get his feet. Caleb gets a hold of Jester’s one time trying to stop her and she screeches and collapses into giggles. Molly stops using his tail to tickle anywhere near Caleb’s hands and hopes he just kinda doesn’t notice. Caleb notices.

[read on AO3]

Words: 4.1k (can't stop won't stop)

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He’s mid conversation, chatting with Beauregard, when Caleb “Eek!”’s, squawking in surprise as something sharp edges up under the side of his shirt. Beau snickers as Caleb quickly turns to the side, only to see no one. He spins the rest of the way around and sees Mollymauk, smiling innocently, a few feet away, his tail swishing.

Caleb’s face is flushed red as he pats his shirt down.

“Good morning.” Molly says brightly, then can’t quite disguise the way his smile shifts to a smirk. “What’s gotten into you, Mr. Caleb?”

Caleb narrows his eyes at him, backing away as he eyes him warily. Beau is still snickering a bit when Caleb turns to continue their conversation, never quite taking his eyes off of the tiefling.

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Later that week, Jester has his ankles locked up in her arm. She uses the other hand to scribble quickly, precisely along the curves of his soles. Caleb pounds his fists weakly into the floor, laughing and trying his best to scrunch his toes.

He’s cackling, pleading throughout in both Common and Zemnian as Jester teases him. She glances over her shoulder towards him and gets an idea. Her fingers continue to tickle and trace over each foot and under his toes, and her tail flexes, wiggles down to poke and prod along Caleb’s back and sides.

He shrieks and slams his arms down. “No- nohohoho!”

Jester makes a pleased little chirrup and focuses more on the tail, trailing and poking it up along the backs of his ribs. “No, no, NEIN- JESTER! Haha-hahahave mercy!” He cries as she finds a few good spots and focuses in, wiggling her tail against them. She pulls back for a second, tapping along the pads of his toes as he giggles.

Then, Caleb shrieks again at the feeling of her tail trying to wriggle its way underneath the back of his shirt. “Nein! Bitte!” He tries to make a desperate grab for her tail. She pushes into the shirt and wiggles against the small of his back, gently, teasing. Caleb does his best attempt to curl backwards into a ball. “Ahahaha- plehehease!”

Jester giggles at the mirthful cackles of the wizard. He’s so squirmy. She wonders if he’s comparable to Mollymauk when it comes to how ticklish he is there. Her hands pinch one of his toes between her fingers, having mostly stopped tickling there to focus her attention on her tail’s antics. Caleb makes another desperate grab for the prehensile limb, trying to kick and wiggle his way to freedom. Jester moves quickly enough to keep it out of his reach. He attempts a few more times, even gets a bit close once.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Jester eventually sighs, grinning. “I’ll just tickle your feet.”

“Nein!”

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Caleb thought he would spend the evening studying, reading, working on the arcane. Mollymauk had other plans for him.

Caleb is gathered up in Molly’s arms, a ticklish hug that is shuffling him over to the lounge chair Molly often likes to drape himself across while waiting impatiently for the wizard to pay him some attention.

He tosses Caleb onto the cushions, eliciting an “oof, hey!” from him. “Wait-” Unable to hide his grin, Caleb implores and reaches a hand up defensively as Mollymauk crawls into his lap and starts pinching at his sides. He’s already starting to giggle.

Molly’s fingers pinch up along his sides and pluck at his ribs. He makes quick work of Caleb’s holsters - though they’re still partially attached around his shoulders and back, just no longer blocking the delectable ribs beneath. They lay, discarded and useless for protection, against the soft material of the lounge chair.

Molly leans in, smiling triumphantly as Caleb squirms under him, and plants a kiss on his cheek. He starts low then, near his hips, and tickles his way up Caleb’s sides while trailing a line of kisses to his jaw and the side of his neck.

“Mmpf- Moll- Mollyhehe!” Caleb whines, his body betraying him by opening his neck up a bit more. Mollymauk takes the invitation and kisses and nips along Caleb’s neck.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, hmm?” Molly smirks into his warm, pink skin. His fingers reach the lowest of Caleb’s ribs and begin their steadfast march up to the usually protected area of his ribs. Then, he starts growling playfully into Caleb’s neck.

Caleb shrieks, his eyes already starting to well up with laughter as he squirms uselessly underneath the lithe purple body. He’s trying to say something, but it sounds like Zemnian anyway so Molly focuses on everything else going on. He wiggles his fingers into Caleb’s ribs and gets an echoing cascade of desperate laughter for his efforts.

Caleb, enraptured in the three devastating points of contact on his upper body, kicks wildly, when all of the sudden he feels a fourth point of contact - a sharp point dragging along the top of his foot. “No! No- ah! Ihihit’s- it’s too muhuhuhuch! Please! Ahhhahaha-” Caleb pleads, his arms working uselessly to push and grab and block instinctively in any way he can. It’s a shame the little strength he has has already been sapped away.

“Oh, come now,” Molly chides with a coo of faux sympathy, “it can’t be that bad if you’re still talking.”

And then Caleb feels the tail coil around his ankle and begin wriggling around anywhere it can reach along his foot. He tries to kick, but just ends up drumming his free leg into the cushion.

Caleb pushes weakly at Molly’s head, hands full of hair and horns, as he cackles into the library that just a few minutes earlier was silent with study.

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They’re milling about town a few days later, and decide to treat themselves to an evening at the pub. Jester, Beau, Fjord, Caleb, and Nott slide into seats at a table in the back while Mollymauk goes to fetch a round of drinks.

“Be right back, dear.” Molly smirks at Caleb, who is sitting between Nott and Molly’s would-be seat. Caleb gives him a confused but suspicious look before he feels an unmistakably familiar prod at his back. He barely tampers the sound of the yelp that forms in his throat. His eyes scan the rest of the group, they’re all still chatting, oblivious. He swats Molly’s tail away from the back of his chair, turning to respond to something Fjord is talking about.

When Molly comes back, Nott and Caleb have switched seats. He rolls his eyes with a smile, as though that’s the end of it, and sets down the drinks. He slides into his seat and jumps into the chatter.

Caleb is halfway through a sentence when his voice cracks on a word. He goes silent just as quickly as he turns red. He fixes Molly with a glare.

“What was that, Caleb?” Jester teases. “I didn’t quite get that.”

Caleb’s narrowed eyes flick to her. He scoots forward in his seat. Nott peeks behind her shoulder at the purple tail stretching easily past her chair to Caleb. She chuckles and goes to continue the conversation.

Caleb is so wary of an attack from behind that it throws him completely off kilter when Jester - never one to not jump in at any chance to tease - snakes her tail up the side of his knee and thigh under the table. Caleb shouts and throws himself backwards in his seat. “No!” The chair legs squeak at an irritating pitch, scraping against the floor.

Jester can’t help but burst out into laughter. Fjord looks quite amused as well, though not as much as Mollymauk.

“Hey, leave the poor kid alone.” Nott scolds, waggling a finger at Jester and drinking her beer. “I don’t want him like, laughing too hard and then beer shoots out of his nose, gross!”

This sets the rest of the group laughing even more.

“Yeah Jes, you’re being mean to poor Caleb,” Beau reprimands, “it’s not his fault he’s so ticklish.” She punctuates her statement with a poke to his ribs that sends him careening into Nott.

He’s flushed, chest heaving with each nervous breath. “If you do not stop, I am going to find myself another table to sit at.” Caleb says, as serious as he can with his face red. “And new company to drink with.”

“Alright, alright. Enjoy your drink.” Beau claps him on the shoulder, laughing when he flinches at the contact.

“Aww. No. You love us.” Jester teases at the same time. “We just wanted to see you smile, Caleb.” Jester assures him, smiling innocently.

“Cheers to that!” Molly laughs.

“Aww, cheers to Caleb’s smile? Or cheers to making Caleb smile?” Jester giggles.

Caleb groans, dropping his head into his hands on the table.

“Cheers to both!” Molly agrees, raising his glass. Fjord and Beau join him as Jester picks up her drink from the table.

“Hey, I think you’d better drink to that, Caleb, or they’re going to start poking around again to make sure you’re alright.” Nott informs the side of Caleb’s head. He lets out a quiet, defeated noise.

“I hate you.” Caleb mumbles when he sits up and everyone has their glass raised. He sighs and lifts his glass. “Fucking, Prost.” He only clinks Nott’s glass as he avoids looking at anyone in particular by staring down into the glass, blushing to the tips of his ears.

The attention and subject of the hour swiftly evolves into something else, much to Caleb’s relief.

It’s not until a few rounds later, when Jester gets up to dance with Fjord, that Caleb feels another little prod at his side. He’s a few drinks deeper, and just wriggles a bit away with a smile when she walks past. This time, that smile continues to linger long into the evening. Maybe Mollymauk helps a bit with a prod or squeeze to the knees every so often, too.

—

Another typical ending to another typical day in this cozy home they’ve built together - Caleb is shriek-laughing on the floor, Jester is draped over his legs facing his feet. She fumbles with the wizard’s toes and tries to keep his feet boxed in under her as he squirms.

Mollymauk tries not to run too excitedly toward the sound of Caleb’s frantic laughter, sliding around the corner and entering the room in a way he hopes appears very casual. “Hm, what are you two up to?” He grins.

“I’m trying to give Caleb a nice pedicure- I told him! I’m so good at them!” Jester gripes. “But he’s so squirmy!” She digs a few fingers in under his toes and Caleb yelps. “We haven’t even picked out a color for his toes yet!”

“I think he looks rather good in pink.” Molly teases. “Or bright red.” He tries to meet Caleb’s eyes but the wizard mostly has them squeezed shut or (briefly) focused on Jester. “Want some help?”

“No! Nohohohoho- Mollymahahauk! Don’t!” Caleb cries. Jester rakes her fingers over his soles, making him shout through his laughter.

“Well, he might not want any help, but I for sure do!” Jester grins, twisting his answer. She takes the hand off his feet and pats the ground beside her.

Caleb blushes further. “Thahahahat’s not- oh no! No! Ahaha! Nohohohot whahat I meant-” Jester pokes her fingers between his toes and scratches a few spots along his soles.

Molly hums, pleased, as he saunters over to Caleb’s prone form. He gestures to Jester and she rolls off of Caleb’s legs, only for Molly to take her place lounging over his thighs. He leans forward, away from Caleb’s face, and lets out an evil little laugh to tease further. He grabs Caleb’s toes, pulling them back. He can feel Caleb trying to kick weakly, not that it does much.

Jester scoots up real close and goes to work, her nails trace, delicate but deliberate across his soles, she gets up under his held toes and scribbles. Caleb’s shrieking laughter starts back up, intermixed with pleas they can only understand half of. Molly watches Jester’s wide smile as she plays with the squirmy wizard’s feet, scratching at the balls of his feet and making him pound his fists into the ground.

Molly is happy to help, but it’s hard not to join in the fun. Jester seems to have his feet handled, so without looking back, he bites at his lip thoughtfully as he maneuvers his tail over, prodding at Caleb’s middle behind him. He feels the twitches and hears the little surprised “ah-”’s as the tip of his tail makes contact, poking and wiggling against Caleb’s stomach and sides through his shirt.

“Please, ahahahah bitte- Jester! Mollyheheheheheheheh! Ohohoho please I ahaha! I c-can’t!” Caleb wails desperately while Jester tickles under and between his toes on both feet. Caleb scrambles to push away the tail quickly prodding at his midriff, looking for any degree of relief as he had no hope for his feet.

Molly dances his tail around, out-maneuvering him easily.

“Ooh, Caleb, your toes are starting to get a little pink! It’s working! I’m so good at pedicures, see I told you!” Jester giggles. “Look, Molly!” She beams.

“Matches his lovely face.” Mollymauk adds, smiling over his shoulder at the flailing puddle of wizard.

Caleb doesn’t quite give them an answer, but he laughs a little harder as Jester dives back in with determined fingers just under his toes, while Molly’s tail pokes and prods every sensitive spot it can reach.

—

“Would you knock it off?” Caleb asks - definitely does not whine - when he jumps again as Jester walks past him, her tail prodding gently at his side.

“Knock what off?” Jester replies sweetly.

Caleb groans, sighs, wipes a hand over his face.

—

It’s not an unusual evening. Caleb is kicking for his life, trying to wriggle himself out of Jester’s tangled limbs before she really gets a hold of him. He’s already laughing as she leaps over his thighs and starts squeezing around the back of his knee.

She starts tickling down his calves, pinching and squeezing along her descent. Caleb cackles into the floor.

“No- Jester! Nonono-” Caleb squeals, trying to grab onto any part of her he can and tug her away from his feet. He reaches back frantically and gets a grip on her swishing tail, which flicks and whips about in his hand. “Jester!” He protests as he pulls weakly on her tail.

“Hey, give that back!” Jester laughs, reaching back with one hand to tug on her tail.

They pull back and forth a little, both laughing, when Jester starts squeezing at his knees again. Caleb gasps, and with nothing else to do, tries desperately to scribble along the captured tail, the only part of Jester he has any leverage over. He doesn’t expect the squeal as Jester darts forward, pitching over his prone body and plowing into the floor just beyond Caleb’s feet as she whips her tail out of his grasp. Her cheeks are a little dark as she gathers herself and gets up onto her elbows.

“Well..that was interesting.” Caleb announces as he catches his breath, curling his legs inward and away from the tiefling.

Jester pouts at him, rolls onto her side, and springs forward to continue her ticklish attack on the wizard. Caleb doesn’t exactly scream, per say, but he certainly makes a high pitched noise of surprised terror as she launches at him.

Before blue fingers start to curl along his sides, Caleb frantically grabs for her tail, hoping perhaps to save himself and turn the tables for once, to not always end up the one disheveled and grinning on the floor catching their breath.

“Ohohoho no! You’re gonna try and tickle me back?” Jester gasps exaggeratedly, squeezing his sides a few times.

Caleb jumps under her and gets a hand up under her stomach. He squeezes a few times and she shivers, laughing and squirming back and forth without moving to get away. She’s still tickling him quite dexterously, pinching up close to his ribs. Caleb cries out with a laugh as he gets a hand on the lashing tail behind Jester. “Y-You deserve it!” Caleb laughs. “After- ahah- after all you put mehehehe through!”

Jester considers this while he starts to scratch at the bottom of her tail. She feels the tingling, sparkling, ticklish feeling shoot up her nervous system in a way she hadn’t been a victim of in some time. She loves tickling. She loves tickle fights. She is usually the instigator, her more mischievous qualities setting her up well to be the tickle monster of the group. She loves being tickled too - but most of their friends are not quite as mean / wonderful at tickling as she is, so she did not often find herself feeling desperately ticklish. She was one to sometimes antagonize the others into tickling her, or just walk over to Fjord or Caduceus or Molly’s lap and lay down, arms up.

This sparkle of nerves at the end of her tail quickly reminds her why some people (like Caleb) can’t help but flail and scream and try to get away. It’s fun. It’s overwhelming. She tries to keep tickling Caleb, but soon finds herself scrambling away with ticklish laughter, pulling her tail from his grasp.

“Ahaha, oh gohohods- I- I..” Jester giggles, heart fluttering in her chest.

“Good. Makes things a little more fair.” Caleb squints at her, tamping down his own laughter. He lays back, catching his breath.

“Aww, do you wish you had a ticklish tickly tail that you could use to get us back?” Jester teases, reaching an arm out to Caleb, fingers wiggling.

He pushes her hand away with a laugh, cheeks growing more red. “At least I have a fighting chance now.”

—

The first time Caleb wins a tickle fight against Jester, the whole party watches on in disbelief.

She had snuck over to his seat while everyone was talking and jumped over the back of the couch at him, hands honing in on his ribs as they both tumbled to the floor. Beau and Fjord watched fondly as the wizard was tickled into a familiar, laughing ball of red hair and skin. Caleb’s arm flailed out wildly, opening him up a bit to a bit more tickling with a squeak. It took him a few seconds, but he had gotten a hold of the middle of Jester’s tail. With what almost sounds like a battle cry, Caleb fought every instinct to shoot out his other hand and tickle along the sides of her tail, towing it in toward himself.

“Caleb! Wahahahait- ehehe! No!” Jester had squealed.

A few minutes later saw Caleb half-kneeling over Jester’s waist, her face buried into the floor laughing. He’d held her tail and started tickling quickly along the length and spade and underside.

Jester was persistent, enduring, and tough. Caleb was curious, thorough, and stubborn.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to free herself, crawl away, or free her tail, Jester actually starts begging. “Nohohoho- Caleb, na-nahahahahot there! Ahh- nohoho! Plehehehease!”

Fjord and Beau both watch with surprised but proud smiles. Caleb is watching each flicker of the tail, mapping out every spot that forces a twitch or ticklish shiver, which is all of them. Jester beats her fists into the floor as she pleads, “Hehehe- help me!” She glances around frantically for Fjord, Mollymauk.

“Do you give up, little menace?” Caleb asks, scribbling pointedly.

Jester screams into the floor as the tickling picks up when she doesn’t answer.

“I can do this all day…” Caleb informs her, fingers never fully leaving the very sensitive skin. He doesn’t appear to be bluffing as he works over what is certainly her most ticklish spot for the next few minutes.

Her laughter goes silent, and when no one gets up to help shove Caleb off of her, probably due to her having thoroughly tickled each and everyone one of them to tears many times before, she slaps at Caleb’s knee and then the ground and caves. “Okay! Okay! Aahhh- no! Please!” She’s mouthing desperately. Caleb lightens his touch a bit, making her wiggle and shiver helplessly. “Cahahahahaleb I’m gonna diehehehehehe- stahahahop! Oh plehehehease- not thehehehere! You wihihihhin! Cahahahaleb!”

A pleased smile graces his lips. “I suggest you keep that tail to yourself.” Caleb advises, finally stopping the tickling.

Jester scrambles over to Fjord when Caleb finally lets her go. She’s giggling and blushing and curling her tail in close to her body. When he goes to sit down nearby, Beau slaps Caleb on the shoulder, congratulatory, at which he only startles a little.

Mollymauk is watching Jester in sympathy, his own tail twitching nervously behind him. He pointedly does not look at Caleb, and hopes that neither he nor any of the others notice the darkening tint on his cheeks.

—

Prior to his game-changing discovery, Caleb had noticed a pattern beginning to form. Whenever Jester and Molly had pinned and tickled him and had him in their clutches, whether together or alone, they loved teasing and catching him off guard and tickling him in as many places as possible. Their hands, their nails, their mouths were bad enough, but add in an extra instrument of tickling, they could get him in all his worst spots at once.

But, after publicly thwarting a tickle attack by Jester - and possibly taking the temporary crown as most dangerous tickler of the Nein - Caleb notices a new pattern forming.

Mollymauk’s tail, usually a key instrument in his lighthearted torture, is soon no where to be found during any of his attacks. Not that it has any impact on the frequency of them.

Jester still manages to get him pretty bad, but at least he can give her some comeuppance for it. Mollymauk still gets him pretty bad as well, but Caleb’s curious. He has started keeping his body between Caleb and his tail at all times.

Caleb is cackling when the idea floats briefly through his mind, Mollymauk squeezing his sides from above him. Molly only brings his tail into play, now, if he’s up near Caleb’s arms, where he can keep an eye on them. And he only uses it, sparingly, to poke and tickle along his feet.

Caleb is usually quite flimsy, floppy, and uncoordinated when tickled, especially once it’s been going on for a while. He focuses on the thought of getting a little revenge, on the curiosity of whether it would work, and, in a moment where Molly starts to shift so he can attack a different sensitive area of Caleb’s, the wizard lurches up, shouldering a surprised Mollymauk off of him with a giggly shout.

They lock eyes.

Hands start scrambling as Caleb makes to grab at him while Molly does the same.

After a bit of a tussle with a few laughs from them both, Caleb manages to get ahold of Molly’s tail, clenching it like a prize in his fist. He holds it in front of Molly’s face, grinning. His other hand, fingers wiggling, makes to scrabble up the underside of it, heading in with a flourish near the flailing spade. Molly yelps before his fingers even make contact, then he stumbles backwards, landing on the floor on his back. Caleb lets him fall as he goes, watching him with a smirk. Molly leans up on his elbows, tail tucked safely behind him. He breathes out slowly, eyes flicking between Caleb’s expression and his hands. “Caleb…”

Caleb assesses, his eyes twinkling. “You’re nervous.”

“I’m never nervous.” Molly scoffs.

“Oh, really?” Caleb looks pointedly behind him at Mollymauk’s flickering tail. “You’re not worried that your tail is as ticklish as Jester’s? Maybe worse?”

Molly swallows, a chill running up his spine. “Or, maybe n-not at all.” He tries.

Caleb lets out an amused laugh. “Well, let’s find out, hmm?” He leans in closer, bending his knees.

“No-” Molly crawls backwards away from Caleb.

Caleb encroaches further. And Molly turns, scrambles to his feet, and runs. He has his tail in hand, keeping it close to his chest for dear life as he bolts.

Caleb’s eyes widen. Molly doesn’t… he doesn’t run like that even when he’s on the receiving end of some well-earned revenge. He tends a bit more shameless in his indulgences. His little analysis gives Molly a little bit of a head start before he’s after him, running.

"Get back here, Tealeaf!"

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lilianlay · 2 years

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Tickletober day 2 - chase

Luke and Lucifer and Simeon

- L-Lucifer, I can handle this on my own! - Luke writhed in the hands of the Avatar of Pride, who lifted him up so that angel would get a book from the top shelf

- Hmm, I don't think so, you're too short. - Luci spoke in a calm and uninterrupted voice.

- What?! Get me down to the ground right now!! I'm not short! - angel was furious at the words of the dark-haired.

- Oh, Chihuahua doesn't like being picked up? - Lucifer chuckled and his hands began to move slightly in Luke's armpits to find a more comfortable position.

At this time, the little angel began to squirm even more and try to suppress the laughter breaking out. He realized that if he didn't agree to the "help" of demon now, he would continue to hang on his hands like that and try not to laugh from being tickled.

Luke sighed and turned to the Avatar of Pride.

- A little to the left. - angel heard a triumphant chuckle and puffed out his cheeks.

Once he grabbed the right book, Luci lowered him to the floor and crossed his arms.

- T-thank you. - blonde blushed and looked away.

- You're welcome, Chihuahua. - he chuckled and ruffled the boy's hair.

- Lucifeeeer!

- Hehe, are you thinking this is worse than tickling?

- Wait what? - Luke looked questioningly at demon.

- You think I didn't hear your giggles?

- Um, you missunderstood it! - angel put the book in front of him, trying to hide behind it.

- Oh, am I really missunderstood? Hmm, maybe I should check again?~ Avatar of Pride began to slowly walk towards the boy.

- Wh-what?! No, don't you dare!

- Already dared. - Lucifer wanted to grab angel, but he was more agile and quickly ran away from the library.

Luke didn't turn around because he was afraid to see that nasty smirk. He quickly ran into a random class and saw Simeon.

- Simeon! - little angel hid behind him.

- Luke? - brown-haired was very surprised. - What happened? Oh, I see you found the book you were looking for.

- Yes, but Lucifer haunts me.

- Lucifer?

- Exactly~ it was so unexpected that both angels twitched.

- Oh, hi Lucifer. - Simeon smiled charmingly.

- Hi. - demon entered the class and closed the door.

- Luke told me that you haunt him, is that true?

- Yes. Because he lied.

- He what? - Simeon was surprised.

- I what?! - Luke frowned.

- He said that I thought I heard him giggle when I held his armpits. But this is not true and he should be punished.

- Simeon, save me. - little angel grabbed onto brown-hair's weave capes.

- Hmm, lying is really bad, especially for an angel - older angel began.

- I didn't lie!

- He's lying again. - Luci chuckled.

- I'm sorry Luke, but Lucifer is right, you need to be punished. - angel quickly grabbed him and lifted him into his arms.

- No! Simeon, you're a traitor!! - he began to wriggle out of his friend's grasp.

- It's for your own good. - Simeon tried not to laugh, and then look at the Avatar of Pride. - Will you help?

- With pleasure. - dark-haired chuckled and stepped closer. His fingers began to wiggle in the air, causing boy to squeak.

- Nohoho, pleahahase, nohoHOHOHOHOT THIHIHIHIHIS - he started laughing hysterically.

- Wow, I just started and this is a very weak tickle. - Lucifer giggled and tickled angel's tummy.

- Oh, Luke, very ticklish and even a small touch causes such a reaction in him. - Simeon laughed along with the little angel.

- Hmm, I need to remember this.

- Nohohoho, dohohon't yohohou dahaHAHAHARE REHEHEMEHEHEMBER IHIHIIHIHIT! - boy's legs tried to hit the demon, but nothing came of it.

- Oh, you need to come by somehow when there's a tickle fight between Luke and Solomon, it's a lot of fun. - brown-haired giggled.

- I'll definitely come, but first, we need to finish here with our little liar~ fingers ran to the sides.

- BoHOHOHohohoth of yohohohou ahahahare terrihihiHIHIHIHIBLE! - Luke threw his head back.

- Hehe, that's actually kind of fun. - brown-haired blew a raspberry on boy's neck, from which he screamed and began to laugh even louder. - I know you love it. - from these words, little angel's cheeks blushed even more.

- It's really very funny, Simeon. - Lucifer winked at him.

Angel and denon tickled Luke for a while, and then they took care that he could restore his strength.

#tickletober #tickletober2022 #day 2 #chase #tickle obey me #obey me! shall we date? tickle #tickle fic #tickle drabble #luke #lucifer #simeon #ticklish luke #ler!lucifer #ler!simeon #lee!luke #tickling

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trashyswitch · 7 months

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Day 2: Accidental

Chase is playing Beatsaber, when Shawn tries to get his attention. But this simple little poke ends up revealing a ticklish spot not a lot of people know about.

Ugh...Gotta get uploading earlier. XD I keep forgetting. Hope you enjoy!

Chase had been playing Beat Saber on the VR headset, playing different songs on it. He had played Counting Stars by OneRepublic, then moved to Another One Bites The Dust by Queen, before playing We Are The Champions, also by Queen, and even We Will Rock You by Queen. The Queen songs were brand new to the game, having been released in May of 2023. So he wanted to get a chance to try them out. When he was done getting his Queen fix, he switched to My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘em up) by Fall Out Boy.

He was currently getting ready to finish the song, and end it off with a very stylish finish. He hit the blue block, hit the red block, hit the 2nd red block and hit the blue block. He hit the 2 blue blocks, before hitting the red block…

And then ended it off with slashing both red and blue blocks at the same time…before throwing his fists in the air. “YES!”

[85%]

“Hey Chase, have you-”

Chase gasped as he felt a poke on his back. Chase squeaked and arched his back as he flopped to the ground on his back, giggling helplessly.

….Dude.” The person said, before poking the VR headset. “Hello?” They said.

Chase took off his headset and looked at the person. “Oh…Sorry Shawn.” He got up onto his feet. “You scared me!” He admitted.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “I touched you. That’s all I did.” Shawn told him. “I know…” Chase admitted. “But why my back?” Chase asked.

“Because where else was I gonna tap you?! Your side? That would tickle you. Your shoulder? That might scare you too much. The back seemed like the most viable option.” Shawn explained. “Though clearly, it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference.” Shawn added.

“Well-” Chase chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. “Ihi can’t help it!” Chase tried to tell him. “Can’t help what? Can’t help that you’re dramatic?” Shawn asked, slightly annoyed.

“Well that…but…” Chase bit his lip and looked down, unsure how to explain the feeling without creating curiosity or suspicion. Shawn raised an eyebrow. “But…what?” He asked.

Chase sighed and looked down. “B-Because…” Chase sighed, deciding to tell the truth. “My back is a little…sensitive too.” Chase finally admitted.

Shawn slowly blinked with a dumbfounded, surprised look on his face. “...You mean ticklish?” Shawn clarified.

Chase bit his lip. “Uhhh…Yeeeeaaah…” Chase mumbled awkwardly.

Shawn rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit. “God dammit.” He mumbled with a laugh. “So let me get this straight:” He walked closer. “You’re telling me that a simple poke right here-” Shawn poked Chase’s upper back, specifically between the shoulder blades like he did earlier. “eEEHEEK!” Chase screeched almost feminine-like, unintentionally interrupting Shawn’s words. He speed-walked a few steps forward and scratched his upper back to get the feeling to go away, all the while giggling with embarrassment. Stupid ticklish shoulder blades-

Shawn stared at him with even more shock. He-...He wasn’t lying! This was real! He is actually really ticklish on his upper back! Well, more between his shoulder blades than anything. But still! That counts! “I…” Shawn grabbed Chase’s right shoulder to hold him steady, and started drawing his finger on the area between his shoulder blades. “Is it really that-”

Chase threw his head back with a bright smile. “eeEEheeeheeheee! Duhude! Hehehe- YES! Ihit is!” Chase replied.

Shawn quickly widened his smile as he adjusted himself to look at Chase from the right side. By standing at this specific angle, Shawn was able to look at where he was placing his fingers, AND get a good look at Chase’s funny reaction at the same time. “Oh my god…” Was all he muttered as he started dancing 4 of his fingers up and down the spine between the shoulder blades. “What a strange area to be ticklish...” Shawn reacted with slight excitement mixed into the calmness.

“Ihiheeehehee- Ahahare you dohone yet?” Chase asked him.

Shawn clicked his tongue. “Well you see…I technically am done because I got the confirmation I was looking for.” Shawn admitted.

“Thehehen-” Chase yelped and visibly jumped, before freezing with his eyes wide in horror. Shawn quickly noticed this change. “...So I probably should stop tickling you. But…” He quickly decided to keep his fingers inches from the spot he was just on. “I think I found a brand new tickle spot to test on you.” Shawn reacted. “And now I’m curious.”

“Shawn, Shawn please-” Chase gasped and leaned his head back with a squeak.

Shawn had placed one finger on either side of Chase’s spine. “Oho, this is gonna be fun.” Shawn said eagerly as his last warning before skittering all 5 of his fingers like a spider all over the middle spot on his back.

“NahahahAHAHAHA!” Chase closed his eyes and shook his head. “GAHAHA- SHAAAAHAWN!” Chase attempted to push against Shawn with his hands before trying to cover up his back with his hands. But when that didn’t work, Chase would go back to pushing Shawn away. Though this would prove to be difficult, considering how weak he was at the moment.

Shawn started making rapid ‘ticky-ticky-ticky’ sounds with his teeth in an attempt to further tease his friend…all the while scratching on his poor friend’s back. “What’s wrong, Chase? Don’t like spiders tickling your back?” Shawn teased, switching to scritching 2 fingers in the middle of his back right as he said the word ‘tickling’ in his evil sentence. “NOHOHOHOHO! FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Chase shot back.

Shawn raised his eyebrows in shock. “Damn…Someone’s in a mood.” He reacted. “All I wanted to do was tickle my best friend! And you just start spitting curses at me!” Shawn reacted. “What did I do to deserve this?!” He asked.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE BEHEHEING RUHUHUHUDE!” Chase argued.

“Is that so?” Shawn asked with a smirk. “It’s only been a few minutes, Chase. You really can’t handle a few minutes of tickles?” Shawn teased.

“IHIT’S BEEN LONGER THAHAN A FEHEHEW MIHINUTES!” Chase yelled back at him. “TEHEHEN MIHINUTES AHAHAT MOHOHOHOST!” Chase argued. “Has it really?” Shawn asked before stopping and checking his watch. Sure enough, he was right. “Huh…I guess it has.” Shawn reacted. But Shawn shrugged his shoulders as he lowered his wrist down. “Alright, fine.” Shawn replied, letting Chase go. “You win.”

Chase sped away from Shawn the moment he was let go, and placed his back against the wall. He was nervous of what other spots Shawn was capable of finding if he even gave him the smallest of chances.

“So…” Shawn pointed to him. “Telling by your reaction, I’m guessing other people have found that spot before?” Shawn asked.

Chase looked down with a little bit of embarrassment. “Y-Yeah…” He admitted. “I used to get massages to help my shoulders, and I had to stop paying for them because even stronger pushes would tickle too much.” Chase admitted.

“That’s a shame. Massages can be very helpful.” Shawn replied. “But that just means more chances to tickle your back~!” Shawn teased as he walked up and turned Chase over, spidering up and down his back again.

Chase arched his back and giggled all over the place as he tried to inch himself away. “SHAHAHAWN NOHOHOHOHOHO!” He reacted. But doing so only made Shawn’s fingers tickle near the lower back ribs! And when his fingers even touched the back of his ribcage…Chase squealed and fell backwards into Shawn’s arms! “NAHAHAHOHOHOHO!” Chase cackled, losing his balance.

“Ooooh!” Shawn caught Chase and brought the man to the floor before flipping him onto his side. “I think I found another ticklish spot~!” Shawn started off by spidering up and down the right side of his back rib cage.

Chase kicked his feet like a little desperate swimmer as he laughed heartily in his arms. “NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!” Chase argued.

Shawn chuckled at his reaction. “Small question: Were you really this ticklish this whole time?” Shawn asked. “Or do you just suck at hiding tickle spots from me?” Shawn asked next, half-joking and half-serious.

“IHIF YOU STOHOPPED EARLIER, YOU WOHOHOULDN’T HAHAHAVE FOHOHOUND THEHEM!” Chase argued.

“True…” Shawn admitted. But he turned Chase around so he could look at him face-to-face. “But what fun would it be if I stopped tickling you?!” Shawn asked next, dancing his fingers on his friends’ sides.

“Ohokahahayokahay!” Chase attempted to remove Shawn’s hands from his sides. “Whahat dihihid yohohohou wahahahant?” Chase asked him. “What do you mean?” Shawn asked back, pausing his hands for a moment.

Chase held his wrists away from his sides so Shawn couldn’t tickle anymore. Though this didn’t change the giggles that left his mouth as he talked. “Yohohou pohoked me to ahahask mehe sohohomething ehehearlier.” Chase explained. “Whahahat wahahas ihit yohou wantehed?” Chase asked.

“Oh that!” Shawn shrugged his shoulders. “Right.” Shawn thought for a moment and widened his eyes when he realized his mind was coming up blank. “Uhhhh…” He mumbled, hoping a mumble would be enough to help him remember. But…it wasn’t. So…He told the truth. “I don’t know, actually. I barely remember now.” Shawn admitted. “I was honestly too busy questioning why you fell to the ground after a simple poke to the back.” Shawn admitted.

“Soho…” Chase let go of Shawn’s hands and looked up at him. “You seriously don’t remember what you were gonna ask me?” Chase asked.

“Nope.” Shawn replied awkwardly.

Chase rolled his eyes and got up. “Alright. Then I’m going back to Beatsaber.” he said as he put the headset back on and picked up his controllers.

“Fine. If I remember, then I’ll bug you again.” Shawn decided.

“Okay. Just NO back pokes this time.” Chase added. “Poke my shoulder if you want to get my attention.” Chase instructed.

Shawn saluted him and walked away. “Okay.” He replied.

Chase went back to the song list, and started to look at the different song options again. What’s a song that he hasn’t played in ages? It didn’t take long for Chase’s controller to hover over a specific song.

Huh…This is a good one.

He hovered the controller over the play button and clicked it.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #day 2 #accidental #beatsaber #back tickles #surprise #ticklefic #ler!shawn #lee!chase #fluff

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dreamingticklee · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 2: Drawn On

Fandom: Our Flag Mean Death

Characters: Lee! Stede, Ler!Ed

Words: 422

“Ehehehed!”

Stede couldn’t help but squirm against the ticklish point of the quill Ed was using on his ribs.

“You’re the one who said you wanted a “tattoo” and asked for my help, mate.” Ed tried to speak as evenly as possible.

“B-buhut you’re the one whohohoho s-suggested draw-ahaha! D-drawing it on my rihihihibs!”

Ed couldn’t help but smirk and let out a smooth chuckle at that. “Okay, so maaaaybe I suggested drawing it here on purpose...thought it would make it more interesting. You’re just too ticklish for your own good, Stede!”

Stede’s face flushed red at the teasing confession. Oh, this bastard. The tip of the quill was sending tingly zips all around the side of his ribcage and the affirmation of Ed knowing his ticklishness and also wanting to reduce Stede into a giggly puddle was too much. He had been trying so hard to keep his arms in place and not move too much in order to not mess up Ed’s drawing for him, but now that was being thrown out the window.

“Nahahahaa Ed!” In a playful attempt to stop him (not that he really wanted to), Stede started batting at Ed’s hand holding the pen. The tussle didn’t last long, however, as Ed was easily able to grab Stede’s wrists and pin the offending hands under his knees.

“Now, now, Stede...,” Ed tutted, “can’t have you trying to mess up an artist’s work! I wasn’t quite finished yet...”

Stede squealed as Ed brought the tip of the quill back in contact with his skin and began diverting course of his original drawing (a bow and arrow heart with “Ed” written in the center, of course) and started snaking it down Stede’s side.

“I think we need to add a little something here!” Ed then circled down to the jut of Stede’s hip. “And down here...oh!” Ed jumped the quill over to Stede’s other side. “You know what? We can make both sides match! And, hey! What about something here?”

Ed’s sudden movements all around his torso had Stede shrieking and gasping in surprise and his hips bucked with each new spot. But, if he was being honest, he was loving every second of it.

Ed smiled down at Stede, completely basking in the giggles and high pitched squeals as he used him as a canvas. A very ticklish canvas. Although, it wasn’t long before Ed was laughing along with him and setting the quill down to dive in with fingers and tickle Stede in ernest, “tattoo” forgotten.

#tickletober day 2: drawn on #augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober2022 #ofmd tickling #lee!stede #ler!ed

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nekoma-not-lee · 2 years

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Day 2 - Chase

Lumine/Aether PLATONIC

Lumine was currently chasing Aether around the field, as they were in a friendly game of tag. Lumine was currently it and Aether was sprinting for dear life, as he knows what happens when he gets caught. Lumine was catching up to him pretty fast, and soon Lumine tackled him gently to the ground. Aether yelped as he fell to the ground, and then fell into laughter as Lumine’s finger’s started pinching gently and expertly up his sides.

Lumine giggled, “I almost forgot how ticklish you are~” Aether squealed as her fingers found his tummy, spidering around the bare skin. Curse his fashion choice for making him more vulnerable to tickles. He let out little squeaks and hiccups between his giggles, “L-Lumihihihine! Nohohoho that’s sohoho bahahahad! EEEE!”

Lumine quickly found where his bellybutton was located and hooked a single finger inside, vibrating around, making Aether’s laughter go silent for a few seconds and then come back in full force, “NOHOHOHO LUHUHUMIHIHINE!!! I GIHIHIVE! IHIHI GIHIHIHIVE!!!” Lumine quickly stopped tickling him patting his head, “You alright? I didn’t go to far did I?”

Aether quickly shook his head and said through residual giggles, “Nohoho, you’re gohohood, I guess I’m ihihit nohohow?” Aether quickly gained his breath back, and Lumine sprinted away quickly, the chase beginning once more.

#tickletober 2022 #day 2 chase #lee!aether #ler!lumine #aether #lumine #genshin impact #neko’s ficlets

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amazingmsme · 2 years

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Tic-Tac-TOE

AN: tickletober day 2- drawn on. Nott is severely underrated in this community so I had to show her some love! Hope you enjoy!

"Nott. Oh Noooott. Nott the Braaaaave."

Nott's eyes blearily blinked open, the fuzzy outline of Jester coming into focus. She cleared the sleep from her voice before attempting to speak.

"Oh, hello Jester. Did I sleep too long? Do we have to get on the road?" she asked, sitting up. Jester shushed her and guided her back down on her bedroll.

"Sh sh, no we don't have to go yet," she soothed.

"Oh, that's good. Wait a minute... WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP?" she screeched, throwing herself back under her blankets and curling into a ball on her side. Jester couldn't help but giggle.

"Weeell, Caleb said you'd been feeling a little sad lately, so he asked if I could use some of my classic charm to cheer you up!" she chirped happily. Nott grumbled under her breath, pulling the blanket higher over her head. Unfortunately, this made her feet stick out of the covers and a cold shiver ran through her body. Jester eyed the bare feet with mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"I'm fine Jester, thanks for the concern. But I'll feel much happier once I finish my nap," she said pointedly. Jester was already digging through her brushes and paints, humming along to act like she was listening. Though she really wasn't.

"Well Caleb asked me to do something about it, and I won't let him down. You've been so grouchy lately," she teased, grabbing an ankle and wiggling her pinky toe. Nott jerked underneath the covers with a startled giggle. Her head flew out of the blanket to stare at her with wide eyes.

"Jester! What do you think you're doing?" She only shrugged innocently in response to the question.

"I just think you'd be like, a lot happier if you had some super cute doodles on your feet. So you can look down at them, make up funny little voices, you know. That stuff," she supplied helpfully. A dark green blush spread across Nott's cheeks. She crossed her legs in an attempt to hide her feet.

"Funny, that's like, the complete opposite of what I'd like you to do," she sassed, a startled squeal slipping out when Jester grabbed her feet. "Wahait can't we talk about this?"

"Oh but there's nothing to talk about. I already talked it over with the Traveler, and he said this was definitely the best way to cheer you up," she said casually as she already started drawing a face on her big toe. Nott immediately started giggling and scrunched up her foot. Jester tutted and shook her head, grabbing her toe and pulled it back to stretch out her sole.

"Ohoho nohoho, d-don't lihihisten to him! Hehe doesn't know ahahanythihing!" she screeched, throwing the blanket over her head, as if that would help. Jester gasped and scribbled across her feet with more purpose, drawing out a loud snort.

"Nott, how can you say such a thing? I have to tickle you extra long now for dissing the Traveler," she said, voice full of mock pity. Nott kicked her legs as much as she could, her voice bordering on banshee levels of screeching.

"NOHOHO I'M SOHOHORRY!" she immediately apologized through hysterics. Jester giggled along with her friend as she doodled tiny faces on each of Nott's toes.

"This is papa toe, and here's mama toe, you really need to stop squirming or else it's going to get all smudged," Jester interrupted herself in a deadpanned voice to scold her.

"Ihihi cahahan't! Ihihit's ahawful!" she cried, squirming around in an attempt to escape.

There was a quick knock on the inn door before it opened. "Is everything alright in here?" Fjord's concerned voice came from the doorway.

"Fjord! Fjojohord hehehelp mehehe!" Nott desperately pleaded for his aid. He smirked, walking into the room fully.

"Jester? What uh, what're you doing?" he asked, not bothering to hide the amusement in his tone.

"Caleb said that Nott was feeling a little glum and asked if I could do anything to cheer her up. And I talked it over with the Traveler and he said this was definitely the way to go," she answered cheerfully, drawing a grid along the sole of her foot. The poor goblin girl let out a squeal of laughter.

"Well if he says so. Seems like it's doing her good; I don't think I've ever seen her laugh this much," he teased, crouching next to Jester.

"Fjohohord dohohon't be an ahahass! Hehehelp mehehe!" Nott demanded. Jester shoved a fountain pen in his hand and nodded enthusiastically.

"You heard her, help me!" she insisted.

Fjord looked between the tiefling's evil grin and the hysterical goblin between them. "Uh..."

"Oh come on, you even said she needs to laugh more," Jester reasoned. And well, he couldn't really argue with that.

"Sorry Nott, but she does have a point," he smirked, following Jester's lead and drawing faces on her toes. She screamed with tormented laughter, pounding a fist on the ground.

"Oh, I know! Let's play tic tac tooooeeee," she sang, wiggling Nott's pinkie toe. She screeched, shaking her head rapidly.

"DOHOHON'T YOU FUCKING DAHAHARE!" she screamed while Jester already started drawing the game board. She started off by marking the center box with an X.

Nott's leg jerked away and Fjord held it down so he could draw a circle in the box next to it, right in the center of her arch. She snorted, burying her face in the covers. Jester cooed and shot her hands under the blanket to squeeze her sides. She could only laugh and flop around like a fish out of water.

"Jester, it's your turn," Fjord reminded. She popped back out, fixing her hair and giving Nott a moment to breathe.

"You two are the fucking worst!" she cried out dramatically when Jester scooped her ankle back up. She scratched another X in the top left corner on the ball of her foot, nearly getting kicked in the jaw.

"Wow, you're pretty ticklish Nott! But don't kick my face, okay?" Jester asked sweetly, scratching between her toes innocently. She howled out for the only one who could save her. The only one who would save her rather than join in.

"CAHAHAHALEHEHEB! CAHALEB HEHEHELP MEHEHE!" she screamed as loud as she could. It felt like eons, but in reality Caleb appeared in the doorway 15 seconds later.

"Alright, party's over," he said with a soft smile and a warm look in his eyes. Jester pouted.

"But we're in the middle of a game!"

"You heard the man! You're finished!"

Jester stared at her for a long moment with a cheshire grin, tail lashing around behind her back. Then she pounced and Nott screamed before she could realize it was just a normal hug.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #nott brenatto #nott the brave #jester lavorre #fjord stone #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role fic #critickle role #critickle role fic #ticklish!nott #day 2: drawn on #there's no ticklish!nott content so i had to ammend that mistake

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