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Belly Rubs

Gale just needs some love and a night of laughter :) Bloodweave for sure.

"My love?"

"Yes darling?"

"There is…something I would very much like to try with you, if you will allow me."

Astarion looked up from his book at Gale, who was nervously fidgeting his hands at the tent entrance. He had frequently let Astarion in at night since starting their relationship, but tonight Gale had been at the fire until now.

He raised a brow with a confident smirk. He loved it when Gale got tongue tied. "That depends, dear. Will the ending involve one of us screaming the other's name? You forgot to cast a sound barrier last time and Laezel is still asking me to do that trick to her. I've told her it doesn't take much with you," His brows furrowed into the tease with a sharper grin, but Gale was already flustered enough from whatever he was about to request. He relaxed back onto Gale's bed. "...Oh, stop giving me those sad puppy eyes and spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I want to take you up on those belly rubs you playfully offered earlier," He admitted. "And I would very much like to make you laugh as well. I've missed your smile the further we go into these dark caverns. And don't worry - I've sound proofed the tent," He assured, as though that was what would comfort Astarion's surprise in the moment. "Now that we've finally set up camp I think we're due for some cheer."

"You want me to…? Really? Come lay down then darling," Setting the book to the side, he patted his lap. "If you can keep your hands to yourself you may get me to play along once it's my turn."

"Oh my, wait, really? I'll try my best! Thank you, truly, I was so nervous there for a bit," Suddenly giddy, Gale removed his shirt and folded it neatly on his bag in the corner. He climbed onto the bed, lying with his head in Astarion's lap. 

"Ohhhh no, dear. Heh. Lay with your belly in front of me. That's what should be in my lap. Scoot up and lay across my lap like a good little wizard."

Again nervous, Gale slowly slid himself into the right position. His back popped as it extended out. "Stop when I say, ah, weave? No, red! Be easier to hear in a giggle fit, when I say red." 

Astarion moved strands of hair from Gale's face in a moment of fondness. "Keep your hands behind your head, if you can. If you can't speak, pinch my arm." 

Gale did as told, already smiling in anticipation. "Thanks, Astarion. I can't tell you how much I neheeded thihihis!" Slow and awkward giggles bubbled from his lips. The vampire was running his fingers lightly, so lightly, in circles around the exposed tummy in front of him. Before Gale covered his eyes with an arm he saw a much softer smile on the other's face, one that was reserved for their private moments. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy himself - he wanted and needed a moment like this. 

"This is fun, I'll give you that," He made sure to not just run his fingers in circles: he made shapes and patterns in light swipes, drawing mostly stars and circles into the skin that made Gale twitch or change pitches in his inconsistent giggle spurts. "Your giggle does make me smile too, darling. So contagious. Shame that arm has to hide your pretty face. If it muffles any of those delicious giggles I'll have to do something about it."

He traced a long nail up Gale's abdomen, between his pectorals and back down to circle the edge of his navel. That made the wizard bounce and, oh yes that was, squeak. Another squeak. A snort?!

"Was that a snort? Oh, do that again!" He focused on scratching and poking around the button with some difficulty as Gale rocked himself from side to side enough so that Astarion's free palm had to steady him. 

High pitched boyish, ticklish giggles filled the air and delighted them both. Despite Gale's growing hysteria he kept both arms up and covering his eyes, so only his wide open mouth was visible. He raised his head to his chest to see Astarion's hands through the cracks and allowed another snort to humor his lover. 

"Yes!" He could have sworn Astarion whisper to himself, but Gale threw his head back again as those pale fingers dug into the sides of his belly that made his mind blank. Their adventures, the tasks at hand, the worry, the panic simmering under Gale's scar and chest, dissipated as his sensitive nerves overran all of that for a brief relieving few moments. He kicked a leg into the air and had to grab the sheets around his head to keep himself from curling into a ball. 

And because of that, Astarion stayed on those spots. He tickled with different tactics and velocities to coax the right sounds from Gale until he was vibrating. 

"SHIHIHIT! T-tihihickles, faHACK, shihihihihit! Oh gohohohods! AhastahahahaHEEE! HEEhahaha! Heheheh, shit, SHIT! Spot, SPAHAHAT! TICKLE SPAHAHAHAT!" 

Astarion ran his fingertips over the sides of Gale's belly, gently dug in with his fingertips, and switched quickly to above and below the quivering navel. He chuckled a little at the contagious, high-pitched, boyish giggling and cackling his actions caused. Gale tried to roll onto his side facing Astarion, and the spawn squeezed the side facing up making Gale lie flat again. 

"I've got you rolling now, haven't I?" He teased. "Those arms are having a hard time staying up, how about those two spots again?" He again went for either side of Gale's belly, left and right of the navel, scritching his nails lightly enough to make Gale yell, then cackle harder and louder again. "Is this the worst spot? Or the worst you can tolerate? I'll keep that in mind for later."

The arms could no longer stay up. Gale's hands shot down to grab Astarion's as he tried to curl and protect his attacked nerves. "Yehehehes! Bahad, bad spot…bad spot, spots. Spots…" He breathed hard for a moment and flinched when Astarion tried to rub his belly, but he shook his head. "R-red, wahait."

"I wasn't going to tickle," Astarion squeezed his hands. "Just rub it away."

Gale shook his head. "Mm-mn. Too ticklish for that."

He laughed at that and pulled stray hairs from Gale's face. "My dear wizard, feathers must make you cringe. And if they don't, heh, I'll make sure they do next time you ask for belly rubs. If you want me to do this again, anyways. I'll have you tied up squealing like a tortured gnoll with that wonderful smile on your face."

"I…I might like that," Gale's flushed face seemed to darken. "If you'd allow me the pleasure, I'll take you up on it one of these nights."

"Oho, the pleasure is mine," He curled his fingers past Gale's hands and into his belly again, and delighted in the gasp it caused. "Where else is so sensitive? I think I had you giggling when I nipped at your thighs the other night but…oh yes, you were flinching away when I licked up your neck! Oh, I like this! And you like this! What fun I'm going to have with you! A new game!" He clapped his hands together. 

"Darling please don't take advantage of my nerves, not unless I ask," Gale scooted himself into a more comfortable position with his head in Astarion's lap instead. "I rather enjoy being made to laugh but not at the cost of my dignity…and, I mean yes, I'm very ticklish all over. Those spots on my belly are the worst, besides maybe my neck. Or my thighs. It's so unfair that there are two of them," He sighed. 

"Isn't it?"

Gale raised his head. "How about you? What spots should I caress to make you laugh yourself into a delirium?" 

"You'll have to find out."

"Now maybe? Perhaps with some rope and those feathers you seem eager to use against me?"

"Ah," Astarion shifted. 

"You did say if I behaved you'd allow me to explore you," He wiggled the fingers of a hand in the air, hovering just over one of Astarion's knees. He knew that to be one spot that made the spawn jump. "I could summon a hologram to help me."

"I said maybe you'd have a chance if you managed to keep your arms up," Astarion eyed the hand nervously. "Which you didn't, sweet sensitive thing. If your hand lowers any further your neck is going to have more than my teeth against it."

The hand hovered as Gale decided what to do. He ultimately thought that Astarion wasn't being fair and he wrapped the free arm under and around his leg.

"I'll have you screaming and begging by the end of it if you lower that damn hand Gale, I mean it."

In one quick motion, the arm around Astarion's leg tightened and that hand shot for the back of his knee, as the other went for the top. "Worth it to hear even a squeHEAK!"

Astarion shouted and shook and kicked his leg. He made good on his threat- his hands dove under Gale's hair to tickle and try to stop the other before he really found any other bad spots. He flopped against the headboard of the bed and kicked his leg uselessly, because Gale had it gripped well. His mouth opened in choked gasps at first, but Gale was scribbling. He shouted again and finally laughed. 

Gale, giggling and craning his neck every which way to either trap Astarion's fingers or block them out, was having too much fun to want to stop. But both hands were in his neck and he was so ticklish there dammit, so he had to sacrifice his hand on Astarion's kneecap to fight the one brushing up to his ear. 

Astarion took his chance to grab Gale's hand and lift the arm with vampire strength. He focused on holding the arm up and poking at the exposed armpit, and moved his leg more freely now to roll Gale onto his side so it faced up and was easier to tickle. 

"Yohou'll pahahay for thahat, brahat!" 

A new peal of Gale's maniacal giggles came, and he arched his back and tried to move his other arm that was now trapped under Astarion's leg. The other leg was against his back keeping him trapped. He was fully helpless. "Shit shit HAHAHA SHIHIT! HAHA! HEEEEEE!" He kicked his leg with a squeal when Astarion pinched and poked down to the spot between his ribs and armpit. 

"I told you, my sweet sensitive thing. You'll be screaming and begging for mercy before I'm done with you tonight," Astarion snickered and moved his hand all over, poking and swiping and pinching and squeezing in any spot he could reach. Gale's neck, his ear, his armpit, ribs, even his back wasn't safe from the tickle onslaught. 

It was going to be a long night, and Gale got exactly what he asked for. Astarion was more than happy to deliver. 

#tickle fic #reblog #sideshow-cellophan-blog #bg3 tickling #bg3 tickles #lee!gale dekarios #lee!astarion #ler!gale dekarios #ler!astarion #ticklish!gale dekarios #ticklish!astarion #bg3 #astarion acunin #gale dekarios #bloodweave #queue

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Tickle trope that I think that should be mentioned more: Lees who have a stronger accent when being tickled, who will try to form a coherent sentence only to give up and giggle and plea in other language, who start to mix more and more of their words with English the more it tickles and the more they laugh. The delight in their face when the ler say a tease in their native language and keep whispering it to them over and over again, knowing their reaction will be much stronger and that it will get them out of guard everytime. Or even better! Asking the lee to say what are the best teases and t-words in their language and please can you explain it again? I didn't catch it quite right in the first time and then train the pronunciation over and over together until the ler can say it perfectly, ya know?

#tfic inspo #queue

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Day 25: Gang Tickles

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 1 Vox Machina - lee!Vax, lee!Vex, lee!Keyleth

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

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A/N: hello campaign 1 content mwah. I teetered with this one being for day 15 tickle fight or day 30 caught or day 24 pinned and ended up with where the story took me going with here, day 25 gang tickles. pls enjoy this vox machina hypothetical but then real tickle fight that quickly turns one-sided.

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“Hm. What are the parameters again?” 

“No damage, just totally incapacitate or get them to give up from just tickling.” Keyleth brainstormed with her half-elven friend.

“I have to say, if anything goes outside of pain… I think you’d have the upper hand yourself, dear.” Vex responded with a smirk. “Remind me to stay on your good side.” 

Keyleth snorted at that.

“One thing’s for sure. Vax would lose.” Vex continued. 

“What? Is he really that bad?” 

“Oh, he’s hopeless.”

“Hope you’re not talking about me, sister.” Vax cut in, his eyes rolling as he slid up next to a snickering Keyleth at the table with drinks in hand.

“I am in fact.” She gave him a dangerous grin. “And I think you would agree on this.” 

Vax scoffed, taking a sip of his ale. “On what?” 

“Keyleth and I were just discussing who would win—and in your case, who would lose, in a tickle fight amongst the lot of us.” 

Vax made a disbelieving sound. “I would not! Not before you!” 

Vex’s jaw dropped open dramatically. “What? Me?” Her hand flicked up dismissively. “I grew out of that ages ago.” 

Vax smirked. “Ha!” He leaned forward across the table. “Should we see about that?”

Vex’s eyes widened for a second, giving her away. She rolled them dismissively and turned back to her druid companion. “Alright, alright. So Keyleth, you’re a contender for most dangerous, who else?” 

“Oh, are you now?” Vax asked, his eyes flicking from his sister to her. In an instant, fingers were prickling up along her sides. 

Keyleth squeaked, jerking forward before collapsing onto the table with giggles. Her hands moved to cover Vax’s where they wiggled gently against her sides. “Ehehe- hey!”

“No, no. See, as much as I’d love to root for you, I don’t think all those useful spells will be much help if you can’t even get the words out.” Vax teased before looking back over at Vex. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Counting me out, already — I’m fast, remember?” Vax faked a lurch in her direction and got a satisfying flinch from his sister. He winked in his twin’s direction before continuing. “What about Percy, hmm?”

“Hmmm.” She replied.

As Vax kept talking, his hands drew away from Keyleth as she lightly smacked at his tickling fingers. “Ha, well, without a weapon I don’t know how much of a chance he would stand… it would be hard to convince him, but can’t have him accidentally blowing someone’s arm off if they find a good tickle spot, after all.”

“Does he even have one of those?” Keyleth asked, still laughing and swatting Vax as he moved to sit down next to her.

“A girl can’t kiss and tell, you know.” Vex winked at her.

“I think Pike could probably put up a good fight. Scanlan, though, I don’t know.” 

“You know what? He’d probably like it—never give up.” Vex shuddered with a laugh. 

“Is Grog even ticklish?”

“That sounds dangerous to test out. If he’s on your side, everyone else is fucked.” 

“Ha, true.” Keyleth wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Anyway, Pike would probably know.”

“I would probably know what?” Pike asked as she returned.

“If Grog is ticklish!” Keyleth asked with a laugh. “And what about you, for that matter?” 

Pike looked at the three of them. Vex and Vax had goofy, embarrassed smiles. She stumbled over the next few words. “Wh- me? Heh, ticklish?”

“Are you?” Vex’ahlia wiggled her fingers with a teasing tone as Pike got into her seat at the table.

Pike swatted her away with a chuckle. “Heh, maybe a little.” 

Vax raised an eyebrow at her. “What about Grog, any weak spots?”

She crossed her arms, glanced back at where Grog was carrying the rest of the ales for the group over. “Why do you want to know?” 

Keyleth and Vex jumped in to explain their drunken argument, dragging Pike right in. 

“Hm. I think it really depends on how ticklish everyone turns out to be…” Pike concluded eventually. “And luck.” 

Vax let out a little laugh at that. “We shall see one of these days, perhaps.” 

By the end of the evening, Grog, Scanlan, and Percy had joined the discussion, and eventually the stakes were explained to all. 

Percival dismissed the idea with a poorly hidden blush. Scanlan thought it was a hilarious and great idea they should settle, and Grog agreed. Keyleth was on board, along with Pike. The twins had enough of a competitive streak that neither was going to back down from the challenge.

A few days passed before the group found themselves somewhere isolated enough to put it to the test.

Vax flexed his fingers, taking a step closer to his sister with a gloating grin. “It’s hilarious that you think you can beat me, you and these other—”

“Oh is it, now?” Quick as a whip, just as he’d turned his gaze from her to their friends, Vex was on him, her fingers poised just above the top of his ribs. Vax jerked back with a small squirm, hitching in a breath. “Hmm, yeah I guess it is pretty funny.” Vex continued, starting to pinch on both sides. “Don’t you think so?” 

Vax pressed his arms down, only trapping his sister’s hands where they were. Still, despite it, they started wiggling their way higher. “No— fuck!” Vax wheezed in a desperate attempt not to let out a laugh. “St-Stubby, don’t!” 

“Oh, giving up already, then?” Vex grinned, reaching a finger into his armpit. “Where’s that confidence from a moment ago?” 

Vax let out a cut of yelp of laughter. He heaved an unsteady breath, then. “No.” He ground his teeth. 

Taking another step back, he used the motion to bring his arms forward and grab on to Vex’s forearms. Vax was starting to truly lose his battle to hold in more giggles as his focus shifted to trying to pry his sister’s devilish fingers away. 

A struggle ensued, one that was rooted in a deeply familiar ritual to the both of them — a silly power play full of teasing and laughter and wobbling smiles. Vax managed to pry one arm away, but the other snuck fully under his arm where his sister’s nails were doing some deadly, dexterous work. He shouldered sideways with a cackle, prying at the attacking arm and finally, finally getting an opening to pull it away. He breathed heavily as they locked eyes, Vex’ahlia’s thrumming with mischief. Fleeing to regroup his thoughts and strategize may be his best option, he couldn’t plan or counter anything if he was stuck laughing his head off, he thought. 

They braced against each other, each struggling to counter the other’s strength and movement. Vax quickly brought out his wings to make a quick getaway, when Vex’s eyes flicked to them with a flash of fear. Vax caught on almost instantly, and with a grin he brought one wing forward to flick at her neck and ear. 

She flailed back, but he still held her forearms. She scrunched up to the side with a growl. “You assface!” She made a playful bite for the wing when it brushed over her ear again. “Stahahop!” 

“What! I thought you said it was funny!” Vax snapped back at her, bemused. Now he brought the other wing in to do the same. 

“Oh, we’re using magic now?” Keyleth’s voice cut in with a cheery confidence. 

Another step back to steady himself, a fatal mistake on Vax’s part, he realized as he tripped over a vine. He had the grace to not fall fully onto his ass. It didn’t take Vex more than that to push her advantage, though, and she knocked him onto it anyway.

Vines shot up from the ground around him, ensnaring his arms and legs and wrapping around his torso before pulling back down, down toward the grassy earth below. 

A few more seconds, and he was trapped, arms and legs held out to the sides. “Kiki— please!” Vax implored, his eyes wide and batting at her.

She shook her head with a delighted smile, hopping over and finding a spot nearby his hip to sit. 

“Traitor…” He mumbled. 

Vex’s hands were the first to touch down, pinching along the backs of his ribs down his side. Vax let out a frustrated yell and started to protest before falling into bubbly laughter, just as Keyleth’s hand touched down to squeeze just above his knee. 

“Dahahahahammit— nohohoho!” Vax cried, grinning wide through his laughter. 

Percy waved the others over and started tugging off one of Vax’s boots — who kicked at both him and the vines in protest. In a quick exchange without words, Percy notified their druid that a few of the pesky (though useful) vines were in the way, and she shrank them away with a flick of her wrist. 

“Nohohoho— this isn’t a fihihihihight! Hahahahow is this fahahair!?” Vax protested. 

“But your wings were fair?” Vex said right back as Scanlan sat down at Vax’s other foot and began to copy Percy’s actions.

“Y-you sahahahaid ahahahanything goes!” Vax cried out, meanwhile Pike and Grog made their way to the side opposite Vex. 

“Well, I suppose I did.”

Grog grabbed Vax’s wrist and pulled his arm up even tighter so he could barely struggle; while he protested the whole way, there wasn’t much he could do besides that. When tiny and large fingers touched down near his outstretched armpit, Vax yelped. His head shook violently. Scanlan managed to get his other boot off just as Percy had started scratching at the arch of his other foot. Keyleth and Vex were continuing their deadly pinching and prodding — they weren’t even going after him that badly, or at the spots they knew were truly the worst, but it was so many hands, so many places, all at once. It was hard to think, hard to do anything other than laugh.

“I gihihihive— oh gohohohods stahahahop!” 

“Aaaaaaand we have our first one down!” Keyleth announced triumphantly as everyone, thankfully, stopped. 

“Fucking monsters, all of you.” Vax panted, his head falling back. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and there was a flush high on his cheeks. “That’s not a fucking fair way to.. you can’t just all team up!” 

“Maybe we need to rethink this a little, he is kind of right…” Keyleth put a finger to her lip. “Hmm.” 

“Sounds like you’re just a sore loser.” Vex teased. 

Vax sat up and pulled on his boots, brushing the excess dirt and leaves off of himself. He tried to glare at them all but couldn’t put away the wide smile just yet. “Whatever, you’d have tapped out long before me.” He stuck his tongue out at his sister, who glowered at him in response. 

“That’s it! We could see who can last the longest without giving up instead!” Keyleth looked to everyone with a grin. 

Vex and the rest looked nervously at one another. Vax wore a prideful grin. “Sounds great to me, none of you would—”

“Well, technically we don’t know how long that was, we’ll have to figure out a timer and then you’ll have to go again.” 

“What?” Vax blanched.

“It’s all in the name of fairness, dear brother!” 

#tickle fic #reblog #thebest-medicine #critickle role #lee!vax'ildan #lee!keyleth #lee!vex'ahlia #ler!percy de rolo #ler!vex'ahlia #ler!keyleth #ler!pike trickfoot #ler!grog strongjaw #ler!scanlan shorthalt #ticklish!vax'ildan #ticklish!keyleth #ticklish!vex'ahlia #cr #critical role #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #keyleth #pike trickfoot #grog strongjaw #scanlan shorthalt #percy de rolo #queue

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Fellas, fellas

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ACTUALLY WHY ARE YOU EVEN MAKING HARDBOUND COPIES OF FANFICTION TO SELL?!?!?!

IF ANY OF YOU DO EITHER OF THESE THINGS, GET OUT!! I AM NEVER SPEAKING TO YOU AGAIN.

In all seriousness though, authors on AO3 have begun to pull their works off of the site to avoid getting sued by people stealing their works to make a pretty bound book for profit. Entire accounts could be shut down as well.

Listen, I’m all for saving favorite works by printing them out and putting them in a binder, or learning how to make a book for a fanfic, but seeking them is where I draw the line.

Literally the entire point of AO3 is that you can read it FOR FREE.

It is DISRESPECTFUL for people to make money off of hardbound copies because guess what, the original creators of these fics get nothing. We are literally only writing fanfiction for our own pleasure.

Buying and selling book-bound fanfiction is also ILLEGAL YOU DUMB SHITS. It’s an immediate violation of copyright law. The original fan work will get erased from the internet.

Fanfiction is already a legal grey zone since they are works being written about are protected by copyright. Copyright holders can in fact go after writers as well as the person who sold the fanfiction.

This also goes for people who steal fanart and, claim it as theirs, and put a price on it.

Don’t make it worse.

Bookbinding fanfiction for profit is literally ruining things for everyone. DON’T.

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I wanna make a lee squeal with joy by using playful mouth tickles.

burying my face into their bare tummy and just plant kisses and little raspberries all over while sneaking in some fluttery finger tickles on their sides 💕

#tfic inspo #queue

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cannot stop thinking about astarion's ears, man 😭 like you can't tell me they aren't sensitive as hell!!! imagine tav (or yourself) tracing their thumb along the edges, from the base to the tips and back again, and watching him melt into goop in their hold yet at the same time he's squirming and giggling cause of how ticklish they are<33 he wouldn't admit he likes it, but they'd Know. i mean, he hasn't thrown a single threat their way. he must enjoy it, no? and if they mention it to him, he'll huff and feign annoyance, because no??? he does NOT like it, obviously🙄 but once the day is done, he'll be right back in their tent, looking all sheepish and asking them to do it again

#tickle headcanons #bg3 tickling #bg3 tickles #bg3 tickle headcanons #bxttersweet-nightshade #reblog #lee!astarion #ticklish!astarion #astarion ancunin #queue

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I just had a strong need to draw these two

#tickle art #reblog #carrie-tate #riordanverse tickling #lee!jason grace #ler!piper mclean #ticklish!jason grace #riordanverse #jason grace #piper mclean #queue

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Day 15: Tickle Fight

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Beau, lee!Mollymauk

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A/N: Little mighty nein snippet of a friendly spar between Molly and Beau that turns into a tickle fight

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Beau nearly has Molly on the floor, when Jester betrays her and changes the direction of the fight with just two words.

“Try tickling!” Jester suggests excitedly with a cheer from the sidelines. 

“No—” Beau starts, and Molly makes a happy little sound, wriggling his arms and trying to get a grip on her. “No no no no no- don’t you even- naHA get OFF!” Beau cries. “Fuck you! Ahah no no NO—”

Beau goes rigid for a few long moments before struggling away from Mollymauk in an awkward dance. “No— you bahahahastard! Stop!” 

“Of course, soon as you admit defeat!

“NnnHH- no!” Beau huffs out just before she breaks down into full on laughter, her knees buckling and sending both her and Molly to the floor. 

There’s a scramble, limbs flying everywhere as Mollymauk fights to keep his advantage. Both of them shout as they laugh and tussle across the floor. Beau deflects a hand only for the other to appear at her other side, and then once she has them both a tail flicks over the back of her neck. She growls in frustration and tries to grab all of Molly’s extremities at once. He gives her a goofy, vicious grin. 

Molly is pushing his way back onto Beau and tickling again when a finger flicks up Molly’s foot and he jolts unexpectedly. Flipping around, Molly scans for where the intruding tickle came from, he has Beau’s hands preoccupied up here… Fjord grins back at him triumphantly. Yasha is smiling too, a little stern wiggle of her eyebrow and her finger scratches down his sole again. Molly yelps, before his foot is snatched up into the crook of Yasha’s arm. 

“Wait—” Molly gulps.

Beau cheers as Molly flails off of her, trying to twist his leg out of Yasha’s grip. To his dismay, Fjord reaches for his other ankle and hastily tows it in. 

“Shitshitshit no— I-I was winning!” Molly complains, laughter edging into his voice. 

Beau scrambles all the way free of a now distracted Mollymauk and turns and starts to dig into his ribs in retaliation. Molly shrieks at the unexpectedly quick turn of his luck.

“Tickle fight!!!!” Jester shrieks with a huge smile before pile driving her way into the fray. 

“Nonono wait! F-fuck you! Fuck you fuckyoufuckyoufuck—” Beau’s voice cuts off into a bitten off squeal of laughter. Mercifully, her hands draw back from tormenting Molly to try to protect herself from the unexpected turn of events. He kicks his way free and launches himself backward to pluck at Yasha’s ribs. 

Caleb and Nott give each other a soft smile, staying out of the fray for the time being. 

#tickle fic #reblog #thebest-medicine #critickle role #lee!beau #lee!mollymauk #ler!beau #ler!mollymauk #ler!yasha #ler!jester #ler!fjord #ticklish!beau #ticklish!mollymauk #cr #critical role #mollymauk tealeaf #beauregard lionett #jester lavorre #yasha nydoorin #fjord #queue

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hehe i'm glad you liked my BG3 ideas! i'd love to hear your hcs on the companions, their worst spots, lee/ler/switch preferences, who they gravitate towards for tickling or being tickled... and i've thought about a few scenarios i could dump in your ask box if that's cool! i'll sign as -🎲 (d&d dice reference lol)

omg hiii!! i can def do this for you, i actually just found out that i have covid lol so i will be around on tumblr more than i have been for the next few days i think lol. i'm just gonna do the main 6 companions but lmk if you'd like me to do anyone else in the future - and please feel free to send me any scenarios you'd like to share or a prompt you'd like me to write!!

astarion: astarion has a complicated relationship with touch, romance, intimacy, etc. so i think therefore, tickling is a weird thing for him. i don't think he even knows he is ticklish or considers it as a factor in life lol. i think he would prefer to be a ler, because vulnerability is a little scary for him, but would warm up to the idea of being a lee and end up being kinda 50/50. his ears, neck, and hips are his most ticklish spots. he would definitely be most likely to turn to tav (who he is close with, ofc) for tickling but i think once karlach can touch/be touched, they would have a cute bond with it.

gale: probably the most ticklish male companion, and likes both being tickled and tickling other people. his stomach and sides are his worst spots, and he's also quite 50/50 on the lee/ler situation. he gets along well with wyll well, i think, and would probably be likely to do that with him, or a tav he is friendly with/dating.

karlach: hasn't experienced human contact in 10 years, so tickling would originally be a sort of sore subject. she remembers that she was ticklish, and misses all forms of affection in general. once she can experience touch again though, she actively seeks out being tickled and likes to tickle others. i think she prefers to be the lee, but ends up being a ler more often. her underarms, ribs, and stomach are her most sensitive spots. she would tickle anyone in camp tbh, as long as she was close enough with them to know they wouldn't stab her about it. she likes tickling wyll and being tickled by astarion. and, of course, a tav she is close with.

lae'zel: i don't think githyanki are very ticklish, their skin just seems very tough and almost scaly to me?? i think it's possible she is ticklish, though, just probably not in a lot of places and isn't very sensitive. if she is, i think her ears, neck, and feet are probably the best places to try. but she wouldn't be a fan of being tickled, i think she'd let someone she was close to try for the sake of science, but would end up kicking them and threatening them if they ever try it again. she loves tickling other people, though, it gives her that sadistic power trip, lol. i think she would only tickle someone if she was really close to them, though, so probably a tav she is romantically involved with. i also ship her with shadowheart bc enemies to friends to lovers<333

shadowheart: pretends she isn't ticklish and is actually decent at lying about it, but there are certain spots that will make her crumple right away. her sides, hips, and thighs are her worst spots, which makes her camp clothes a little dangerous for her >:3 and she isn't a huge fan of being tickled, i think it makes her feel vulnerable in a way she really dislikes, but with a close loved one, she'd tolerate it and get revenge often.

wyll: pretty ticklish, which totally ruins his tough persona, lol. his ribs and knees are very ticklish, and he finds it a fun, sweet activity to do with friends or partners. i can picture him being close with gale and/or karlach and getting into little tickle fights, and definitely doing it with tav, too. he also def snorts when he laughs, i just feel that in my soul.

#the only bad thing about my hiatus is missing out on bg3 content sdkfhdf i feel like i wasnt finding much of it when i vanished on my break #bg3 tickling #bg3 tickles #bg3 tickle headcanons #i am so sorry to my tagging system but it is 1am i am not tagging all those characters lol #queue

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No one is sending me bg3 tk headcanons so i will speak a few of my own. please send me bg3 asks lol. these little gremlin people in my computer are all i can think about

Wyll is definitely more of a ler than a lee in my mind, BUT i see that man in a crop top every single night, you cannot tell me he is not also crazy ticklish. And he definitely doesn’t mind it – he just doesn’t want it too much. He much prefers making his romantic interest smile and blush and laugh, and waxing poetic in that wonderfully romantic way of his to make them blush even more. I ask what we are and he compares me to the sun at different times of day in a way that makes me swoon?? Imagine how he’d describe your tav’s smile and laughter and flushed cheeks. My god I am so in love with this fictional man.

I have not gotten to a point in the game yet where my bestie Karlach is all fixed up (i only just started Act 2 about 10 hours of gameplay ago – i expect to be here for another 30-40 hours at least before we finally reach Act 3 lol), I can only assume it happens for her, and i think that when she is fixed up she would go WILD with the tickle fights. She would find it so, so much fun. She probably loves tickling, on all sides, and given how bold she is when she comes onto you the first time (I am so sorry i had to turn you down girlie ✌️😔 i already had my eyes on Wyll), I think she would definitely have 0 problems asking to be tickled or to tickle someone else

i think if i tried to tickle Lae'zel she would kill me. But also we have like, medium approval because I am too nice for her and so i don’t know a lot about her lol. Y'all who have had better relationships with Lae'zel or who have romanced her should tell me your thoughts, y'all probably have much better understandings of her character than I do, I would love to know what you think about Lae'zel and tickles

Gale insists he is not ticklish. He tries to distract you with fancy words and long sentences until you forget what you were talking about in the first place, because all of a sudden you’re like. Talking about the history of Waterdeep or smth. Anyways, he does this because he is wicked ticklish. And I don’t think he necessarily minds being tickled, but I definitely think he’s the kind of guy to wanna keep up appearances for as long as he can lol. Gale lovers please correct me if I am wrong, but I always get distracted by his long-winded explanations and fanciful way of speaking (is this how people feel when they talk to me??? i am also extremely long-winded – as you can see from this post – and people think i speak funny and in an abnormal manner also lol). That long-windedness comes in handy with teasing though, I’m sure.

Shadowheart is another one I can’t get a read on. I have had really good approval with her from the beginning, we are somehow besties, and yet i know so little about her. She is very hard to read. I have no idea what her thoughts and opinions are here lol. I think she would regard me with great disdain if I tried to tickle her

Astarion,,,,, i don’t think he’d vibe with most people tickling him, OR tickling most people. Purely from existing in fandom, despite not romancing him (yet – he is next on my list. I can fix him), i know a lot of spoilers for his general arc in a romance. I don’t think he would let anyone but his lover touch him like that (or touch anyone but his lover like that), and only after a lot of healing. It’s a very vulnerable situation to put oneself in!!! I feel like for the first long while he’d be far more interesting in ler-ing, he would have to be pretty comfortable and secure to feel comfortable in a lee situation.

#maybe i wanna reblog my own headcanons djfhdjf #i should make new ones/remake these now that i am further in the game #but also i cant remember how far i was when i made these dkjfhdf #i think im almost done with act 2 now? i cannot tell lol. at least halfway done with act 2. im about to go find the nightsong so #unfortunate to have responsibilities that prevent me from gaming #tickle headcanons #bg3 tickling #bg3 tickles #bg3 tickle headcanons #i dont feel like tagging all the characters lol #queue

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Reminder that if you use AI to make tickle art you’re an art thief and I want nothing to do with you. ✌️

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Day 28: Massage

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C1 Vox Machina - lee!Vex

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Perc’ahlia gang rise! They both seem the type to be ticklish but in denial about it and embarrassed. Revenge would be wicked.

Words: 480

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Percy’s fingers work their way down along Vex’s shoulder blades, tending to the sore muscles. As he works out a particularly tense knot, she lets out a delighted little sigh of relief.

Smiling down at her, Percy leans in to kiss the skin along the back of her neck. It shudders under his lips, another small noise escaping her throat—this time —she quickly transforms it into a sound of pleasure. It’s a clever disguise, but one that Percy could see through any time with ease. 

“Ticklish there? Sorry.” 

“What? No, not at all, darling.”  

He leans back down to her neck; unlucky for Vex’ahlia, she can’t see the smirk on his face from her angle. 

She hears him take a deep breath, tries to turn to ask him what he’s doing, and then the room erupts with noise. Loudest of them all is Vex’s shriek of surprised laughter. There’s the thumping of squirming limbs against the mattress, the silly sound rippling out of Percival’s mouth and across the skin of her neck, the laugh he lets out a moment later when he pulls back and starts massaging again, pretending as though nothing happened.

“You little bastard!” Vex hisses, barely holding in a laugh. She turns, pushes him away, and he’s smiling wide as he falls next to her on the bed.

Percy turns to take her in—blushing and failing to hold back a smile. 

“‘Not at all’ ticklish, hmm?” He prods. “That seemed rather ticklish.” He skitters his fingers along the backs of her ribs.

“Not.” She digs in her heels, biting her lip to fight back a smile. Then, Vex’ahlia is on him, fingers wiggling deftly into his sides. 

Neither of them are fighting off their laughter now, Percival from the tickling nails climbing under his nightshirt and Vex from the high of turning the tables on him. 

“See how you fucking like it–” Percy hears her grumble before she’s ripping his shirt up and throwing the bottom of the fabric onto his chest and in his face. 

“NO–” He utters, pawing the shirt back away from his face just as she leans in to blow raspberry after raspberry on his stomach. 

Percy’s hands are tangled in her hair a moment later, his feet beating against the mattress as hers were just a minute earlier. He cries out a desperate laugh as she takes her time, fucks with him a bit longer, until he calls out. “Fuck, mercy! Please!” 

She relents, satisfied in her victory to make up for the prematurely ended massage. 

Percy heaves a few breaths. “Remind me never, ever to piss you off.”

“Better not even dream of it.”

She’s not sure she wants to push for him to get back to the massage tonight, though… despite what he may say, the temptation of revenge would be much too inviting, and she didn’t feel like taking any losses tonight.

#shhhhh no one pay any mind to the fact that i am breaking hiatus to add a few things to my queue djkfhdf #tickle fic #reblog #thebest-medicine #critickle role #lee!vex'ahlia #ler!percy de rolo #ticklish!vex'ahlia #cr #critical role #vex'ahlia #percy de rolo #perc'ahlia #queue

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Tickletober Day 27: Monster

Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom | Link x Zelda

This is a collab with the lovely Ginny @otomiyaa 🥰✨ (previously @otomiya-tickles) We've been working on this for a while but given the recent circumstances we decided that I will post both, the two artworks and fic, on my blog as one. You can also read it on her 👉 AO3!! Word count: 1173

Zelda rubbed her eyes. How long had it been? Her stomach answered the question with a loud growl. Right. Past lunch time. For hours she had been sucked into her books and notes, investigating her latest discoveries about Hyrule and the Zonai. It was always like this when she was spending time at home, at her cozy shared house in Hateno, together with Link.

Speaking of Link… 

“Link, I think I might say yes to that lunch offer from earlier,” Zelda called out to Link who had been busy downstairs. She had heard him prepare lunch, turned down his offer to eat together despite the delicious smell. She had heard him eat, then the distant sounds of him rummaging around, and she kind of forgot that somewhere, in between all those moments, Link had announced to her that he would be going on a hunt. 

Not that the knowledge of his plans could have prepared her for the sudden sight of a… monster. Though, not a scary monster.

“Link?!” Zelda covered her mouth and literally held back a laugh. Barbarian armor. The most hideous Lynel mask she had ever seen… Link was looking absolutely hilarious.

“W-whahat are you dohohoing?” Zelda blurted out, failing to muffle her laughter as she continued to admire her boyfriend’s “monster attire”. 

“Going on a mission,” Link reconfirmed. He spread his arms. “Do you think they will fall for it?” he asked.

Well, one person was literally falling and it was Zelda, sinking to her knees as she couldn’t stop giggling.

“You look ridiculous hahaha!” she laughed. Monster Link cocked his Lynel head and scratched himself in a totally uncharming way.

“Do I?” he asked, and he slowly approached her. Eep! Zelda could immediately recognize his mischievous mood, but she couldn’t really do anything but laugh hysterically. Although, if that was laughter… Well, she wouldn’t know what to call what came next from her very own mouth. 

Squealing, shrieking, howling, whatever. But it was definitely loud. All because Link calmly lowered himself on top of her, straddling her while his fingers unleashed a merciless tickle attack on her poor stomach and sides. And Zelda happened to be very ticklish. 

“LIHIHINK! Ahahaha nohoho!” With the crazy mask that stared at her with its ugly eyes, and the relentless tickling on her lower torso, Zelda was suffering from a double laughing fit right now, and it was taking all her breath away.

“AHhhehehe Liiiiink whahaha!” Zelda cackled. Her hands failed to pry off her boyfriend’s hands that crept under her blouse, moving the fabric up to tickle her bare tummy and sides. Link’s monster act was definitely better than the looks of it. He remained quiet and proved to be an excellent tickle monster, with speedy fingers that carefully tickled their way from Zelda’s stomach all the way up her ribs and under her arms.

“EEEHEHEe nooooo Liiiink!” Zelda cried, but monster Link was serious about his little revenge - at least, that was what she thought it was. One does not simply laugh in the face of the Hero of Hyrule. 

“I gihihive! Plehehease!” Zelda laughed hysterically as Link kept scribbling persistently at her sensitive underarms. She could hear him break character under his mask: a playful giggle. Link finally stopped his attack on her and sighed. He still sat on top of her and watched her with that silly mask.

“It was that funny, hmm?” he commented when Zelda greedily caught her breath, blushing like crazy. Zelda nodded tiredly.

“Yeah,” she wheezed. They both giggled softly when her stomach suddenly growled again.

“Ah. Right, lunch. Late lunch,” Link muttered. It was so funny to hear him talk, still with that silly mask on. 

“I will get you something warm to eat,” he offered gently, moving off her, as he grabbed his mask.

“So, you’re staying around a bit longer then, Mr. Monster?” Zelda said teasingly, getting up as well and watching him walk to the kitchen.

Link nodded. “Yes, yes, I can stay a little longer. We can eat together first, and… uh…” Zelda watched him fiddle with the mask. He was tugging it, looking like he was trying to take it off, but… Zelda snorted once again.

“Wait, are you stuck?” she asked when Link continued to struggle with the ugly beast covering his face. Link shook his head wildly.

“Stuck? No, no. I just - I can’t get it off,” he muttered. Zelda slowly approached him with a smirk on her face.

“That’s the meaning of ‘stuck’, Link,” she said, and she wiggled her fingers from his exposed underarms down his sides. A delicious shriek filled their little house. 

“Hehehey! Nonono,” Link giggled nervously, stepping back and tumbling to the floor. Zelda followed him down and had him right where she wanted him for a nice and fitting payback.

“What’s this? Could it be that the tickle monster is in fact… ticklish himself?” Zelda sang, attacking Link’s tummy with fast scribbles. That’s one thing the barbarian set did well: it exposed his tickle spots and sensitive bare skin well. Way too well.

“Zehehehelda! Nohoho I’m sohohorry!” Link was quick to apologize for his tickly prank. He continued his attempts to take off the mask, flailing his free arm and kicking his legs. Link was so ticklish it was actually funny, but also the cutest thing in the world. Zelda smiled fondly, but went back into battle mode when she managed to snatch Link’s hand that tried to defend his tickle spots.

“Now I got you, little monster,” Zelda said, holding his hand tightly while her other hand tickled Link’s exposed underarm. 

“HAAAaaahh!” Link’s loud screech must’ve scared the birds away around their house, and Zelda laughed along with him. Link, who wasn’t usually this vocal, now officially sounded like the monster he tried to be.

“Convincing,” Zelda said with a smile. 

“Just one more time,” she encouraged. It didn’t matter if Link would stake his attempts at taking off the mask. She tickled his armpit and drew out the loudest most precious squeals.

“Zehehehelda ahahaah! You wihiihin hahahha!” Link laughed. It was never a competition to begin with, but Zelda decided to accept his words of defeat. She grabbed the mask and tugged it off Link’s head. 

Link let out a tiny wail in pain when the mask got finally unstuck, probably stripping his head from a hair or two, but he let out a sigh of relief. Zelda admired his bright red face, and she giggled. The mask still between her hands, she leaned down and kissed his lips. And Link kissed her back.

“Let’s eat,” she suggested when they moved apart, and Link nodded.  “G-great idea,” he said with a cute blush on his face. The mask stayed off, for now, and Zelda was more than pleased to enjoy Link in his cute barbarian outfit a little longer before he would leave for his hunt. She couldn’t stop smiling. Well, well. Maybe this whole monster dress up was something they had to do more often!

#tickle fic #tickle art #reblog #dokidoki-muffin #otomiya-tickles #tloz tickling #lee!zelda #lee!link #ler!zelda #ler!link #ticklish!link #ticklish!zelda #tloz #link #zelda #zelink #queue

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heyy can I please request a prompt?

so I've seen heartstopper on your fandom list and my heart stopped because I'm dying to read something about Elle and Tao. They are my favorite pairing and I wish I could find more content of them. Anyway if you have the time can you please write something w/ them on it? it could be a date or a joint leisure day, like going to the cinema or having a picnic brunch. and feel free to throw in tickles

have a nice dayy

Something short for you xx

Tao was, despite sometimes pretending otherwise, someone who struggled with insecurities, and Elle had seen the ways he displayed them throughout their friendship. From panicking and saying the wrong things, to isolating himself because he couldn’t stand his own emotions. Her favorite way was when he became nervous, fumbling over his words and blushing. Maybe it was cruel of her to enjoy this evidently vulnerable side of him, especially since her being able to catch the signs wasn’t always done so with his consent, but could you blame her? While she had no problem telling him when he was acting like an asshole, she spent most of her time swooning over nearly everything he did. It was frankly a bit embarrassing.

He was nervous during their date that day, even though he had no reason to be. It wasn’t like their first attempt at dating, where everything was awkward and wrong, and so she enjoyed the obvious signs of timidness that he displayed, from fidgeting with his sleeves to laughing a bit too giddily when she cuddled close to him. The park was relatively empty, because it was technically still too cold and too unpredictable to be doing picnics, but they were young and they were in love, although they’d never mentioned the last part. Elle knew they both felt it. Knew their relationship had started developing in ways they were too scared to speak of yet.

“Do you think it’s gonna rain?” she asked, shuddering at the gust of wind that had suddenly swept past them. She enjoyed the excuse of being able to lean into him for warmth, though she’d already done so ten minutes ago and couldn’t really scoot any closer now.

“I hope not.” He squinted at the sky and took the opportunity to squeeze her tightly as if she wouldn’t notice. “It doesn’t look too ominous.”

Had it been nighttime and they’d been looking at the stars, Elle was sure the tension would be unbearable, but the gray clouds and birdsong kept them safe from territory they were not ready to breach, and so she simply leaned back to mimic him. She’d not very long ago realized that this was one of her insecurities. The serious conversations that could change everything. She knew Tao feared them, but neither of them seemed to have realized he wasn’t the only one until recently. She knew Tao knew it too and maybe that was why it was easy to keep pretending. Was it really that bad to allow herself to enjoy this, whatever it was, without making it complicated?

She buried her face in Tao’s neck out of frustration, seeking his comfort, and while she expected him to let out that shy laugh of his she didn’t expect him to giggle, and yet she knew exactly why he did instantly. Those were the perks of being best friends before being anything else.

“Sorry, am I tickling you?” she mumbled into the skin.

“Of course n-not.”

“Oh, good, then I’ll stay here then. It’s cozy.”

She made a big show of nuzzling his neck and he started twitching away probably without meaning to and Elle realized that maybe the serious conversations wouldn’t be so bad if it meant she could live like this for as long as she wanted to.

Naturally her feelings were translated into her arms circling around his waist so that she could squeeze his sides, because this was neither the time nor place for anything serious. Besides, she enjoyed the way he now fully leaned into the laughter, squirming in her hold and begging her to stop. They had time to be a little silly, she realized, gray clouds be damned.

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Like an Old Married Couple

  “Oh, you two are in for it when this is over.” Despite her words, Diana didn’t actually seem mad as she tested Clark’s grip around her wrists. She could wiggle a miniscule amount, and she knew from past experiences that in time she would be able to pull free. Then the two men hovering above her would regret every choice they made that morning.

“This wasn’t my idea. If anyone should die, it’s Clark.” Bruce was kneeling on the bed next to Diana, hands resting on his thighs for the time being. Clark was sitting on the tops of her thighs, effectively pinning her in place. For now.

“Doesn’t matter.” Diana was rotating her wrists in Clark’s hold as she spoke. Clark pressed them further into the mattress. “You’re helping him, therefore you will go down with him.”

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Tickled Pink

Panda’s Notes: It never ends. >w< This started out as a dumb story where Hobie actually doesn’t know he changes color with his emotions. Now it’s a hurt/comfort something or other that I hesitate to call a character study. Probably not. I hope you guys like it. I might adjust the ending; it was not really beta-read. >w<

[Ao3] || [Commissions!] || [Ko-fi]

Hobie Brown doesn’t believe in consistency. Hobie Brown doesn’t believe in labels.

So, if it came to light that there was a…little quirk about him that consistently labelled certain little “moods” he gets into, one could understand how he’d be hesitant to believe it.

Or maybe he’s just in denial.

“The fuck you mean I change colors?” He asked incredulously, his whole body shifting to a sort of greyscale before Miles’ eyes.

“That! You just did it!” Miles’ hands flailed a bit before he gripped his sleeves, and he laughed a bit at the look Hobie gave him. “When you get upset, you turn grey.”

“I can’t be grey already, mate, come off it.” Hobie chuckled, running his fingers along his hairline before returning his hand to the neck of his guitar. “Though, between the Spider thing and you lot on my arse all the time, the stress could be gettin’ me.”

Miles scoffed, offended. “You know that’s not what I meant! And since when do we stress you—” He paused, realization lighting his face as Hobie’s scheme turned to several tones of pink. “You’re messing with me!”

“Oh?” His voice remained steady, but his eyes were distinctly smug. “I felt like that was pretty serious just now. Full sincerity.”

“No, because you always turn pink when you’re being a goof.”

He froze, fingers catching a sour note on his guitar. Miles flinched a little when just his eyes moved to stare at him. That side-eye alone could level mountains.

…But he was still pink.

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Day 9: Lie

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Caleb’s not ticklish. Probably. Definitely. For sure.

Words: 1.2k

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Winding Caleb up was quickly climbing to the top of the list of Mollymauk Tealeaf’s favorite pastimes. 

He enjoyed every eye roll, every quiet sigh, every blush, every sharp retort, every stuttered reply, though he wasn’t a fan of the times Caleb would get so embarrassed he’d just… disappear out into the night! Luckily, Nott was never far behind to reel him back later - but there were more than a few occasions where soft, kind, genuine moments lead to Caleb spinning on his heels and stomping out the door, unsure of what to do with himself or those feelings. 

Molly wondered, many of those times, what might have happened if Caleb stayed.

Later, at the inn, the Nein had just settled into their rooms when Molly found Caleb in the hall and backed him against a wall to have a talk with him more intimately than necessary. Molly charmed him with an arm stretched out over Caleb’s shoulder, boxing him in with a hand against the wall. “Look, I know you get a little embarrassed when we- like now- I just mean, don’t go running away on us tonight, I am rather fond of you sticking around this evening.” (Every evening.) His eyes flicked up and down Caleb, drinking him in. “Drinks, on me. Let's get to know each other better.”

Caleb swallowed. “Ja, okay, I- um.” 

Molly’s spine tingled with excitement, tracking the bob of Caleb’s throat.

“If I need to, I’ve heard tale that I can be rather convincing.” Molly leaned in closer, enjoying the color on Caleb’s cheeks. He reached forward with his other hand, grasping the dirty wizard’s coat between his thumb and finger, and rolled the material in his fingers softly. He made to give Caleb a little push - well, a pull, rather - in grasping him around the waist to peel him from his place frozen like a hare against the wall and lead him down into the tavern. 

When Molly’s hand made contact with Caleb’s side, however, the wizard flinched away violently.

“Oh?” 

Molly reached forward, grasping at his side for something ticklish, sensitive. Caleb startled back with such a force that he hit his head against the wall. He blinked. 

Molly reached up to soothe the back of his head. “Ticklish, are we?” He grinned, certain that he looked positively evil as he caught Caleb’s eye.

“No- no. I’m- I’m not!” Caleb stuttered, his face red and eyes wide. 

“Oh,” He chuckles, “I don’t believe you.” 

Just then, Beau came out of her room to head downstairs. “Hey, we grabbin’ some drinks or what? Let’s go!” 

Molly turned to answer her, and it was just distracting enough for Caleb to slink away, back to his own room. Molly turned, squinted disapprovingly toward the wizard’s closed door, and followed Beau downstairs.

Caleb’s heart was pounding in his chest as he sat on his bed. He focused on banishing the warm blush from his cheeks and pointedly did his best to not think about Mollymauk. Or about being backed against a wall with cunning mischief and thrilled smirks. Or about how much Molly’s hand on his side had startled him. Or about how he couldn’t actually remember the last time he’d really been tickled. He’d go down after a while, share in a round or two of drinks. He would sit far across the table from Mollymauk and… And not walk close to any walls. 

It was less than an hour later when Caleb made his way down to join the rest of their party for a celebratory drink. He tried to shuffle in unnoticed next to Nott, but Molly’s eyes tracked him from the moment he walked in the room. He made it to the table unscathed, despite feeling rather hunted, and even felt a little warmer as the group received him happily, pouring him an ale. He put a few seats between himself and Molly, and settled into the newly familiar comfort of companionship.

Mollymauk tried to catch Caleb’s eyes a few times throughout the evening. He waved at him at one point, wiggling his fingers as he briefly caught his attention. He enjoyed the light dusting of pink on Caleb, nearly hidden in the low light.

The night wound down - or for some, up - an hour or so later. Nott and Beau excitedly bought shots of hard liquor for a few of them at the table just as Caleb excused himself and made his way back upstairs. It was still early. He was the first of them to go to bed; he could probably get some reading in before Nott came to the room. He entered his room and reached back to let the door close. 

He didn’t hear it click into place, and turned to look over his shoulder.

“It was rather foolish- lying to me like that earlier.” Mollymauk scolded as he finished slinking into the room. Caleb jumped as Molly closed the door behind them. “Especially about something so easy to test.” 

Caleb spun wildly all the way around, staring at the unexpected tiefling in his room. “Mollymauk-”

“I’ll give you a chance to change your tune, fess up.” Molly offered graciously with an evil smile. “And maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

“W-What?” Caleb choked out, voice a much higher octave than normal.

“I thought I was rather kind earlier, asking you nicely to stay and talk and drink and enjoy the camaraderie with us.” Molly tsked. “And rather clear that I- that we wanted you to.” He sighed, then let out a bit of a laugh and continued in a teasing voice. “But you are a stubborn one, aren’t you Widogast?”

Caleb blinked at him, holding his breath.

“I guess you’ll need that convincing I mentioned.”

“Molly…” Caleb took a step back, and the tiefling laughed.

“I have a brilliant idea as to how, too. Like I said, I can be rather convincing.”

“I don’t know what you-” Molly wiggled his fingers. “Ah, nein, wait-”

“So, first, I’m gonna find out if you’re ticklish.” He caught Caleb’s eye, smirked. “And see if you lied to me earlier.” 

“Wait- you, you don’t need to-”

“And then, we’re going to go back downstairs, and have another drink.” Mollymauk finished. “Or I am going to tell everyone else just how ticklish you turn out to be. Sound good?”

“M-Mollymauk-” Caleb stumbled over his name just as his mind tumbled over Molly’s words. He continued backing up slowly until he hit the bed, eyes wide and trained on Molly.

It was almost a mercy when Molly finally pounced, tackling him gently to the bed. His claws poked and wiggled against the sides of his shirt. Caleb sucked in a breath.

It came out as a half-snort-half-laugh when Molly squeezed him low on his hips. “Ha- wait, wait no-”

“Looks like someone’s a liar.” Mollymauk taunted in a sing-song voice, scribbling up his sides. Caleb flailed weakly on the mattress, trying to fight off the bubbling laughter starting to leak from his throat. “A very ticklish liar.” Molly enjoyed the shades of red he was getting Caleb’s face to tonight. 

Caleb gasped, trying to cover his face, flail to freedom, and catch Molly’s hands all at the same time - unsuccessful in each endeavor.

“Let me know when you’re ready to go back downstairs, hm?” Molly reminded him before diving in to squeeze a path up his sides and along his ribcage.

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