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chalterdh22 · 23 days

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Chapter 34: Was He Hurting You?

Din grabbed his sock and started to put it back on. Grogu yelled and hit his hand as it got too close. “What, my foot is getting cold.” He said to the kid, wanting sympathy. He wasn’t buying it. Instead, he went and stood by his foot, as to measure himself against it.

“You are taller than it!” I exclaimed, acting shocked and pointing.

“Gaaah, coo!” He reached over to tap his toe, as if it was something below him.

“Yup, way bigger!”

Din at this point seemed to relax a bit and was leaning more onto the bench behind us, still holding his sock, just watching the kid explore. I reached over and gave Grogu another little foot tickle and he fell backward giggling. “You’re so cute.” I said to him.

Grogu sat back up and decided he wanted to try that, so he clawed at the bottom of Din’s foot, causing him to jerk it back a bit. “No, Grogu. Don’t do that.” he said sternly, straightening his leg out again. I was laughing at this point to myself, trying not to be obvious. Really, I thought to myself.

Of course, the kid didn’t listen, so he did it again. Din gasped, really not expecting the second one, pulling his leg into his chest. “I told you don’t do that, or we can’t play anymore.” He now crossed his legs on top of each other. The booted one covered the bottom of the other one.

“You’re no fun.” I said shoulder bumping him.

“I don’t like how that feels.” he said, as I rolled my eyes. I patted his ungloved hand like you would a child.

“You’ll be just fine.” I said reassuringly, patronizing him a bit. I already saw what Grogu had in mind, so I started to scooch away from Din, who gave me a look, like, where are you going. I really didn’t want anything to do with this or get caught in the middle. I coughed to the side, trying to just act normal, as I moved. I thought to myself, Din is going to be mad.

Just then, the kid whipped his booted foot out of the way, to gain better access to the bare foot. Din tried to move it back, but with no prevail. “Kid, what are you doing?” Din started to reach forward to put the sock on once and for all, but Grogu shoved his body against the bench using the force. “What are you doing? Stop it now!” he said sternly.

At this point, I stood up, away from the helpless Mandalorian. He looked at me and if he didn’t have his mask on, I pictured his face to be like, “Please help me!” This made me laugh out loud, which didn’t help his situation. “You’re not supposed to use the force like that, Luke said!” Din pointed out to Grogu.

“Like what?” I stepped in, defending the little guy. “He’s not force tickling you, is he?”

“Gah!” Grogu said, pointing at his bootless foot. Din started to retreat his leg back to his chest, but the kid stopped halfway there. He walked up calmly and scratched his foot again a few times. This made Din lift off the floor.

“Seriousslylylyyy kid! Sttttooooppp it! I’m nnnnnot kihihidding!”

“It sure sounds like you are!” I said mocking him. I know I’m being mean right now. But it’s for his own good. This is what happens when you have a gifted kid, and you have no personality. I just leaned against the wall with my arms crossed around my chest. I wouldn’t let Grogu kill him, but a little torture would do him good!

Grogu, right after the threat he received from his helpless dad, gurgled, and went at it again. That did it. Din flung his head back, belly laughing, and this made the kid keep going harder and faster. He loved to hear his dad laugh. Grogu kept making happy faces and laughs as he watched Din flip around on his back, trying to reach his arms towards the kid, but wasn’t able to because of all the laughing. After about 30 seconds of this, I realized the laughing was mixed with a different noise that was like gasping. So, I swooped over and picked Grogu up and started tickling his belly. When he giggled, he immediately released Din, who now was lying flat on the floor, breathing heavily.

I slowly walked away, thinking, he could kill me now, and yeah, I probably deserve it. “Let’s let him catch his breath,” I whispered. We walked back up front, and I sat in my chair, putting the kid on my lap. “I poked him again in the tummy. “You must be careful with your dad. He’s sensitive.” I was sooooo condescending at this point, it wasn’t even funny. Buuut, it was!

I heard some movement from the back that made me stiffen up a little in my seat. The kid was trying to look behind me, waiting for his dad to appear again. Din came walking up, sat in his chair, and was still. Almost too still. The kid and I were just staring at him, waiting to be lectured, shot, yelled at, whatever. Something. This silent treatment was killing us both.

“Grogu says he sorry.” I said softly.

“No, he didn’t.”

“Ok, well, I’m sorry then.”

“No, you’re not.”

I sighed loudly. “Did he hurt you?” There was silence, like he was trying to think of an appropriate response. I knew it didn’t hurt him, but he was probably uncomfortable.

“I’m not used to that……feeling. I don’t like feeling I don’t have control.” He clearly hasn’t been tickled that much, which I knew, but now, it was like a part of people’s lives, human contact, which we take for granted, was taken from him at an early age.

“Luke said you kind of liked it…”

Din cut me off. He was still staring straight ahead as he talked. ��And I have two people on ship with me with powers that I’ll never understand or be able to use.” So that’s what was bothering him. Not that he was tickled, but he didn’t have what we had.

“It’s not about the powers Din. Grogu is searching for a dad in you. Sometimes you need to be the big, strong, Mandalorian that he fell in love with, but sometimes, he needs to be a child with a dad.” I explained.

“I never got that choice!”

“And it’s not his fault you never did, so don’t get mad at him!” I snapped back, defending Grogu.

Din sighed. “I know. This is all so new for me and,” he paused, “I’m just not comfortable with play like that.”

I leaned in to put a hand on his should. “I know you aren’t. And I promise we won’t do that again if that’s what you want.” Grogu shot his face up at me, looking at me like I was crazy! I stroked his ears softly. “I mean that, Din. I don’t want you to feel upset or uncomfortable. Especially at the kid. Be mad at me all you want.”

“I’m not mad. I’m just not used to all this. Just give me some time.”

“We will. We will give you all the time you need. We both care for you very much!” I was stroking his arm now and looking out the window. “Hey, is that Naboo?”

“Yes, we will be landing soon. Grogu, get back in your seat buddy.” He hopped back there as I turned around and buckled him in, then doing the same for me.

“And now let our vacation begin!”

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chalterdh22 · 24 days

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Day 31: Poe, Finn and Rey in Aftercare

Lee: Poe Dameron

Ler: Rey and Finn

Summary: Poe ends up getting injured and Rey and Finn are there to help him. come to find out, the injury isn’t bad at all, but totally worth discovering it and other things about their friend.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Fluffy, friend humor.

Poe had stumbled back into their ship. Finn ran off to get some medical supplies and Rey was trying her best to be gentle with him, but that wasn’t her nature really. “Where did the blade cut you?” she asked frantically.

“My side,” he gasped, holding a spot on his right side tightly.

“Let me see!” She ripped his hand away and pulled up his under shirt to see this huge gash. “Poe, really?”

“What? It hurts so bad!!!” He grabbed his side again.

“Seriously Poe! I thought you were dying here! Stop messing around, it’s barely a scratch!”

“Why does it hurt so bad?” he asked moaning.

“I don’t know. Maybe you pulled a muscle.” she guessed, kneeling down next to where he was sitting on the floor. “Here, let me look again to make sure." He nodded and lifted his shirt back up.

She reached out and lightly touching it making him flinch. “Sorry, I’m trying to see if there’s a muscle cramping. I won’t touch it directly then.” She then took two to massage around the mark and this time he curled up and let out a quick laugh. “Whoa! Sorry Poe! What was that?”

He quickly removed the grin from his face and sat back straight up. “Nothing,”

“Nothing what?” Finn came jogging back with arms full of medical supplies. Rey chuckled looking at him, realizing he wouldn’t need any of that for his tiny scratch.

“Oh, Poe’s just really sensitive today is all.” she said smirking back at him. “I’m trying to help him with his injury, and he keeps moving away from me!”

“Come on Poe, let her help! Is it really that bad?” Finn asked concerned. Poe just stared blankly at Rey, like waiting for her to say something.

“No, no. It’s nothing actually. I feel much better now!” He started to stand up when Rey grabbed tightly around his arm.

“Nonsense,” she said, pulling him back to a seated position on the floor. “I’ll help tend your wounds,” she said condescendingly.

“Let her help, Poe. Stop being so stubborn!” At this point, Rey had the biggest smile on her face, as Poe had a look of fear. Finn was just standing by watching, not sure what to expect.

Rey finally pulled him forward to her, and then threw him on the ground, pinning one arm above his head with her arm, and a knee pinned his other arm. He let out a gasp as his back hit the ground.

“Geeze, Rey. Careful!” Finn said, looking still concerned over his friend and his wounds. “We are trying to help him get better, not injury him more!”

“Yeah, Rey!” Poe said, still trying to sit up.

“Oh, I am helping. Let’s take a look at this wound again. Finn, can you get me some gauze and tape please. Oh, we should put some ointment on it first though.” Finn gladly gave her all those things as Poe really started struggling under her weight.

“I’m good Rey. Really!” Finn put some ointment on her fingers, and she started massaging it all over Poe’s defenseless rip cage, around his tiny mark.

He let out a gasp and a laugh and started to kick, trying to know her off of him. “Sttttoopppp iittttt, Rrrreeeeeeeyyy~!” He barely got it out.

“Why are you tickling him?” Finn asked, confused, but grinning slightly. Laughter was contagious it seemed.

“I’m not, I’m healing his sore.” She said sweetly. “Hand me a piece of gauze please.” Finn put a piece in her free hand, and she was dabbing it all around the same area. “It really does feel like there’s a know her, Poe. Oh, wait, it just shifted down a few inches!” Then she attached his ribs a few down from his injury.

“SSSSttttopopppp itttt! Puuuuhleeease!”

“Stop being such a baby.” Finn said, now wanting to join in. He went straight for his hips and squeezed, sending poor Poe’s body off the floor, almost bucking Rey off too. He was belly laughing so hard, he couldn’t fight anymore, so he tried to curl up the best as he could, against his best friends’ attacks.

“Ok, ok. I think he’s healed now Rey.” Finn said, standing up. She stopped as well, stood up and offered him a hand, which he accepted.

“You guys are the best.” Poe said sarcastically.

“Yup and don’t you forget it!!!”

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chalterdh22 · 26 days

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Mando Ticklish Story

So, I started a story in the Mando-verse. During my writing, I realized by reading a ton of other Mando/Star Wars fanfic that there's a large tickle community out there. My story has a lot of tickling scenarios in it, so people were private messaging me to post that the story has this. Below is the link to it. If tickling happens in the chapter, I'll tag it, but if you also want a soft relationship with lots of humor in between, definitely read it. The story is called First Impressions.

Also, let me know if you want any other fanfic tickling scenarios as I find them so fun to write! Thanks!!!

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chalterdh22 · 26 days

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First Impressions

Hello! I have started to write a story about Peli's daughter Suri, and her meeting a certain Mandalorian and a little green kid. I loved how they ended season 3, not necessarily the whole season, because for writers it leaves it open for so many possibilities. Please check out my story and forward it onto others. The chapters are short so it clips along pretty well. Thanks friends!!!

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chalterdh22 · 26 days

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Day 24: Bo Katan and Din Djarin in Pinned

Lee: Din Djarin/Mando

Ler: Bo Katan

Summary: Bo Katan and Din Djarin are like brother and sister. One day, Din gets stuck in a weird position and Bo wants to treat him like a real brother. He’s not sure how to take it though.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Just friendly fluff.

Bo Katan and Din Djarin have become really good friends, like brother and sister. On no particular day, Din was frustrated. Bo didn’t know why. She could read him well enough when she could ask if he needed help and leave him alone. On this day though, he was groaning and sighing more than normal, which now started to agitate her.

“Din, what’s going on with you?” She walked over to him as he was under a ship trying to fix something.

“Dank farrik!” He threw a wrench out from under the ship and laid there quietly.

“Din!”

“What?”

She stood over him with her hands on her hips and leaning more on one leg. “Can I help you, whatever you’re doing?”

“No, I got it.”

“Yeah, you seem to have it all under control.!” He sighed and reached for another tool. He started groaning and mumbling again, slowly getting louder and louder. With his helmet on, it almost seemed to amplify his voice. Since Bo wasn’t wearing hers, she had good use of facial expressions to show her annoyance with him. Suddenly, he seemed to punch the ship from its underside.

“Do you feel better now that you hurt your ship?” she asked with sarcasm.

“Yeah, I do. Still didn’t fix this though. There’s a leak and everywhere I solder it or tighten anything, it keeps seeping out somewhere.”

“Again, do you want me to look too? I might see something you don’t.”

“No, no. It’s fine.”

“Ok, well if you need me, just keep shouting like you have been, because everyone can hear you!” she smirked as she lightly kicked his leg from sticking out.

“Funny. Thanks.”

Bo started to walk away and heard another type of sound, this one different though. More like a struggle. She stopped and turned around, to see Din’s heals dug into the ground, looking like he was trying to pull himself out from under the ship. She walked back with a small smile on her face. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, my shoulder pauldron is stuck on something. I can’t seem to figure out what it is though.”

Bo ducked down on her knees to look underneath, and she couldn’t see what he was talking about. He was further underneath though, with only his knees and legs sticking out, so it was hard to see.

Din kept pulling, finally reaching for a knife. He went to cut something and stopped.

“I can’t see what I’m about to cut.” Din said, frustrated. He put the knife back. Bo started to slide under the ship next to him to help. She saw where he was stuck and his right arm was pinned up, shoulder length. His other arm was feeling around but it was at an angle he couldn’t see what he was doing.

“Hold on, I think I got it.” She scooted up more on her side facing him under the ship. She needed a little more leverage now that her whole body was under, so she grabbed a hold of his side to pull her closer and he jumped, gasping, scaring her. “Maker, Din! What the heck? You scared me!”

“Sorry, sorry.” he said quickly.

“Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to. I was trying to pull myself up further.”

“No, it was…. nothing. It’s fine.” He seemed to stumble over his words, not sure what he was trying to say to her. Not thinking about it again, she grabbed a hold closer to his armpit this time, thinking she had hit a sore spot or something.

“Nooo!” he shouted and tried to roll onto that same side.

“What is wrong with yooooo……?” her voice trailed off. She realized he was breathing a little harder. As close as they were like brother and sister, they didn’t rough house or anything. Mostly because it wasn’t in his nature and, well, they just didn’t have that type of relationship. But she had siblings and could remember similar reactions to tickle fights they would have.

With a huge smile on her face, that she was sure Din could see clear as day, she asked, “Din, are you ticklish?”

“No!” he said almost too quickly. She was snickering to herself now, and admiring the position she was in to take full advantage. “Will you just help me out please?” He started to sound aggravated, squirming around a little more than before.

“Absolutely, stay still.” This time taking both hands, one hand was around his shoulder and armpit and the other pulled down on his rib cage. And she “pulled.”

“Waaait, no noooo!” He started flailing around. He managed to grab her hand that was higher on him, but her other hand still had free reign over his ribs and hip.

“Sit still so I can help you! Stop being so stubborn!” She yelled over his groans and pleas.

“Stooopop Booo. I meeeann iiittit!” She quickly grabbed onto his lower ribs now, massaging them, which seemed to move his laugh and pleas to a new level. “Heeheeeyyyy!! Nooooooo!” And the dam burst open. Bo had never seen him lose control like this, even in the most dangerous situations, he always remained mostly calm. This was a whole new feeling for him, it seemed.

“When was the last time you were tickled Din?” She yelled above his laughs.

He was shaking his head back and forth, trying to swat her hands away with his one hand available, tugging down to see if he could pop himself free. “Nooooo, Boooooo! Puuuhllee leeease stoopp stoppp!!!”

“That’s not an answer, Din! Give me an answer and I’ll stop!” Still laughing like mad and shaking his head, she kept moving her hands around to different spots that weren’t covered. It was driving him mad, and she loved it!

“Yeeeeeeaaaaaaarsss!!!!” It seems like it. She then stopped. He was laying there breathing heavily and she realized she was breathing heavier than normal because she was unwarily laughing with him.

“Whew, glad that’s over.” Bo said as she reached above him to unclasp what he was stuck to. He lay there not moving anything except his chest moving up and down. Bo scooted herself out now and Din started to do the same. When his body was fully exposed, she reached down to grab his hand to pull him up. She patted him on the shoulder that was stuck. “Man, don’t tell anyone about this or you’ll never hear the end of it!”

“I know.” he said quietly, still regaining his breathing.

“Hey, it’s ok to laugh everyone now and then.” He shook his head in agreement, now looking up at her. “At least we got you out.” She started to walk away from him and stopped. “I was about two minutes away from calling the Armorer to help us! Can you imagine if she found out?” Bo was all but laughing again. He continued to stare right at her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything, but now I do have leverage on you Din! Just remember that in the future!”

“Oh, I will.”

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chalterdh22 · 26 days

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Day 21: Din Djarin and Care Dune in New Discovery

Lee: Din Djarin/Mando

Ler: Cara Dune

Summary: Cara Dune returns to Nevarro and hangs out with an old friend. She starts pestering him so she would fight her and deem her the ultimate winner. She’s not above fighting dirty either, teaching him something he never knew about himself.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Lot’s of friendly fluff too!

This all started when Cara Dune went back to Nevarro to see her old friend, Greef Karga. She wanted a brief period to relax a bit from all her traveling and work, and she knew she had trusted allies there. Boy she was surprised to find out that her old friend Mando and Grogu were now occupying a small cabin outside of the city as well. Perfect, she thought. She would love to be in the presence on her ally.

Mando was sitting on the porch with his feet up while Cara leaned against one of the posts, as Grogu was playing in a nearby puddle. She was looking around thinking how peaceful this place seemed and how relaxed he actually was, which reminded her of the conversation she had had with him on Soren about settling down.

“We didn’t settle down Cara. I’m still training Grogu as my apprentice.”

“Slash son,” Cara pointed out. “And you do you know how adorable that makes you? Gag!” she was chuckling. Din looked up and tilted his head in amusement. “You know I’m just kidding with you, Din!” she kicked his outstretched leg, not hard.

“Yes, I know.”

“Yet, you still aren’t amused.” She was smirking. She didn’t realize how much she missed bantering with him, even though it was almost completely one sided. She had grown a found appreciation, or a strong liking to Din throughout the few years they had known each other. She really had never had feelings like that for anyone except him. Maybe it’s because he physically could rival her, and they fact he was completely mysterious.

She still remembers when he removed his helmet when saying good bye to the kid before he went off with that Jedi. He seemed so emotional, and so real. Not like he wasn’t before, but she thought several times he was a droid.

Cara was standing next to him, as he looked up at her, waiting for something to happen. “Is there something you need Dune?”

“Wow. He’s gotten a little cockier since he became a dad. Interesting.” He made a humph sound, and shook his head slowly, looking back out to Grogu who was still occupied in the pond.

“So, what else has changed Din? Do you actually get to play with the kid? Do you go running in a field together, laughing? Picnics out back?” she said condescendingly. Still no answer. “What, too dad now to let out a giggle or a laugh?”

At this point she was really rubbing it in his face, um, helmet. He still wasn’t into playing these games with her, which slightly disappointed her. “Are you done?” He asked pointedly.

“With teasing you, not even close. I am glad you still can take what I dish out, Din!” She took a step back and leaned back on the post. “Especially since you have never been able to beat me at anything!” Her smile was huge by now. This had to get him going.

He slowly turned his head back at her, took his legs off the rail and slowly stood up, looking lightly down at her, getting about a foot away from her face. A challenge, finally, she was thinking. “I recall beating you in arm wrestling, Dune.”

“That’s because the kid started magic choking me!”

“I would have won anyway. It was a matter of time.”

“Ok, well, prove it! And no more arm wrestling, real fighting! And don’t worry, you can keep your shiny armor on, and I’ll wear what I’m wearing now!” She was pretty much shouting at this point. He shook his head back and forth and started walking into the cabin. “Where are you going?”

“To take off my armor. You’re right, it wouldn’t be fair for you.”

“Really, seriously Din, you don’t have to. I was half joking.”

“No, you weren’t.” He said from inside the cabin. Her heart was racing now. She was watching him remove his armor and this was the first time she had seen this. He took off his cape and his jetpack as well. He was completely down to just his flight suit, boots, and helmet of course.

“Wow, you look like you lost about 100 pounds Din. Kinda scrawny looking if you ask me!”

“I didn’t ask you. So, how do you want to do this?”

“Let’s just pin for 3, shoulders on the ground.”

“Sounds good.” He started walking past her to the few stairs on the porch.

“Don’t be nervous now.” She followed and poked his side as he walked by, getting an interesting reaction from him. Hmm, she thought. That’s something she never thought of before. She could use this to her advantage. “I just thought, one more rule, since I haven’t done this since I was a child, and it could be fun.”

“What’s that?” he asked, stopping in an opening right off the porch.

“Let’s add a tap out word or phrase?”

“A what?” that’s right, she thought. He never really got to be a kid. She’d have to explain this without giving too much away.

“It’s when each person gets a word or phrase to say when they physically or mentally can’t go any longer………….. like they are too tired. We did it as kids. I think it could be fun though.”

“I won’t get too tired, but ok. What should it be.”

“Something weird that you normally wouldn’t say accidentally. Like, mine used to be red rose.”

“Red rose?” he asked, tilting his head at her. “So, what should mine be?” She thought about it.

“Let’s make your’s tin can.” He tilted his helmet and let out a small laugh.

“Ok, so if I can’t beat you or I’m tapping out, I just say tin can, and we’ll stop?” she nodded, smirking. This would be too easy. He’ll never see this coming.

“That’s weird, but ok.” They both took a stance.

“And remember, anything goes Mando!”

“Yes, I know Dune!”

“Hold on, just one second.” She turned and started walking towards Grogu.. “I don’t want to be beating you and have a choke hold on me from your protective son.” She was partially telling the truth. But she partially wanted to recruit the kid. Yeah, it might be cheating, but she wasn’t planning on actually wrestling him either, so why not?

She leaned down to the kid’s level and whispered, “Kid, I need a favor. Your dad and I are going to be wrestling, just for fun. And I need your help, little buddy. I want to get your dad laughing really hard.” Grogu’s ears perked up when he heard that. He hasn’t witnessed his dad laugh aloud before. So, of course he wanted to be a part of it. She gave him a few ideas and started walking back.

“Sorry, I really had to convince him not to kill me for destroying you.” She laughed as he just stared. “Ok, enough chit chat. Ready?”

“Yes.” Again, they took their stances. “And go.”

She immediately crouched down and swiped her leg onto his, knocking him backwards. She heard a great huff noise come from him as she quickly rolled over him. She straddled him a little sideways, putting one of her legs on his arm above his head and holding his other arm down with one of her hands, leaving the other free.

He started whipping his legs, trying to buck her off him. With her free hand, she put it on his chest, that no longer had any protection. She had a strong core and even stronger legs. “When I was a kid and we were playing like this, I immediately started doing this!” She immediately grabbed his hip, making him gasp and almost jerk her off him. “Did I hurt you?” she asked sweetly.

“No, no, it just, it felt weird.” Just then she did it again but didn’t stop. He started to gasp and curl on his side to block her hand, which left his other side wide open. She took her other hand from his arm and both hands went directly into his ribs, jolting his whole body up a few inches before slamming down. “Whaaattt are yo yo youuu dooooiiinggg?” Definite laughs were escaping his lips in his tinny voice.

“Doing what Din? Tickling you? I didn’t know you were so ticklish!!!” She was laughing along with him. she kept massaging his ribs.

“Whaaaat is th thaaaattt?”

“What? Are you serious right now? Tickling Din. It’s what is happening to you right now! Have you never been tickled before?” She was beyond disbelief. She lightened up for him to actually talk again, but holding fast, not giving him room to flip her.

He was breathing hard still. She still had his one arm pinned. “I I don’ttt understaaand. What is that?” He was regaining some of his control.

“It’s this!” She took both hands and whipped them into his arm pits. He sat up almost straight, but then going into a ball as if he had no idea what to do. His laugh was deep, throaty and contagious. She couldn’t help but laugh right along with him. At this point, Grogu waddled up to his dad, cooing over the magical sound that was his laugh.

“Stopppp! Stopppp puuuuh-leeeease!” He was trying to grab her wrists, which he did, but it did no good. She was too strong at this point, and he was too weak because of all the energy spent getting rid of these tickles.

“Isn’t he cute, kid?”

“Bah!” he said, pointing at him with his little finger.

“My thoughts exactly! Do you want to try? Or should I move onto a new spot since this obviously a brand-new experience for him!” Grogu tilted his head. Din was still curled up, trying to move her wrists away from him, but not able to budge her. “You could just give in now Din, before it gets worse!” He was making a coughing like laugh, that could be heard from miles away it seemed.

He shook his head no, and no actual words escaped, like he was pressing them together so they wouldn’t talk on their own, begging her to stop. “And the best part is buddy, is that your dad here has no idea what other places he could be tickled!”

And with that her hands whipped down onto his belly, massaging it, but pressing him down as he tried to curl up to cover his abs. “See? You wanna try with your powers kid? I bet you could do some real damage!”

“Nooooooooo kiiidididd! Shuuuut uuupppp Duuununnne!!!”

“What was that? That wasn’t very nice. Kid, get right above his knee caps. He’ll like that I bet!” And right as she finished saying that he had his hand raised out and Cara felt a muscular shift in his thighs, like they were being squeezed. He hit a whole new type of laugh. For Din, since he really didn’t know where these spots were, he couldn’t physically or mentally prepare himself like a normal person could.

It was all he could do to not just lay down and let this happen, but he finally got to a point where he tried to say his words to tap out, but it came out all a mess.

“Are you trying to say something? I’m not stopping just so you can regain control, so if you need to tap out, it needs to come out clearly!” She was all but yelling over his laughing mixed with hard breathing and gasping for air. She knew she was being relentless, but she got this far, so she couldn’t give him the ground.

“Tiiiinnninnnn ccccaaaannnnn!!!!!” And she stopped and so did the kid. Cara rose off of him. He looked totally broken and breathing like he sprinted a few miles.

“You ok there, Din?” He slowly shook his head yes. “Wow, I have to say, you lasted longer than I would have thought. I thought you were going to keel over on me way earlier.”

He finally was able to sit up straight and look up at her, his chest still moving in and out fast, but not like it was.

“That was new to me, Cara. That was……. something.”

She reached down and helped him up on his two feet. She slapped in on the back and said, “I can see that, and I didn’t even get to the good spots yet. I’ll save those for another time buddy!” She smiled and walked away as he was staring her down.

What other spots, he thought?

To be continued…………?

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Day 16: Javi and Steve in Unusual Spot

Lee: Javier Pena

Ler: Steve Murphy

Summary: While working out, Javi pulls a muscle. Steve tries to help make it better but discovers an interesting spot on Javi, one that is too tempting not to mess with.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Some swearing as well.

Steve and Javi, unlike their mostly unhealthy lifestyle, knew they had to stay in decent shape, so they both go to their dinky little gym they have at their precinct. Mostly, they would life a few weights, sit around, smoke and chat. It was more about having some down time then anything, which they sorely needed, constantly going after Escobar. On one particular day, Javi was spotting Steve’s bench press, giving him crap about being weaker than him, and not really spotting at all, since the weight wasn’t super heavy yet.

Cigarette hanging from Pena’s lips, at the head of the bench, he looked down at his partner who was having no difficulty with the weight, doing one press after another. “Ya know, your wife can lift more than this! Put some actual weight on this thing!”

Steve re-racked his barbell, looking up at his smug partner, “I don’t see you over hear lifting!”

“Pffff, I can about double what you lift! Move over!” As Steve started to get up, Pena started putting on not just a few weights, but a lot more than his partner.

“Um, that’s a big increase.”

“Nah, just spot me!” He put his cigarette down, and laid on the bench. He lifted it up, and slowly started getting a few reps in when he yelled. This startled Steve, who, grabbed the bar and racked it for his partner. Pena held his elbow in pain and sat up slowly, shaking his head.

“Told ya! Idiot!” Pena mumbled something in Spanish under his breath as he sat there holding the outside. Steve, who no had his own cigarette in his mount, sat next to him on his hurt side. “Lemme see!” Pena released his elbow, and he definitely did something, as it was already starting to turn color. “Damn, you popped something! Told ya not to increase so quickly!” Steve yelled at his partner, who was sitting their sweating with an angry glare towards him.

Steve pointed to the swollen area of his elbow, touching is gently. “This looks bad. Go see the doc.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Just need some ice.” Steve rolled his eyes as they both still stood there looking straight ahead.

“It actually feels more like a pinched nerve, shooting into my shoulder blade.” Pena pointed out, trying to grab his shoulder with his other hand, but not finding the right spot.

“Here,” Steve said as he took his hand to find the spot for his struggling partner. He dug his thumb into a soft spot where he though Javi was trying to reach, just below his blade. As he did this though, Javi seemed to jump straight up and leaned away from him like he’d been shocked. “Whoa, sorry! Did that hurt?”

Javi sat there, beet red, staring at his partner who was just trying to help. “Uh, yeah, a bit.”

“Sorry, here, I won’t push as hard.” Steve reached quickly over again before Pena could argue or move and pushed gently again, but this time, took his other hand and held his shoulder still. It was so quick he didn’t have time to move away, and gasped this time. He tried to shift but Steve had a good hold on his shoulder. “What the hell, man? What’s your problem? If it hurts this bad, go see………!” Steve’s voice trailed off as he noticed a small smirk on Javi’s face that he quickly tried to hide.

“It’s just sore, and you keep poking at it! That’s all!”

Steve just eyed him now, not able to keep a straight face anymore. “You didn’t look like that was painful, Javi, when I pushed. Are you seriously ticklish right there?” Steve asked as his cigarette was almost out, still hanging from his lips that had a hug smile on them.

“No, no! Just sensitive because the nerve is connected to my elbow!” He barely got out the last word when Steve grabbed his hurt arm and started digging into the spot just below his shoulder blade, sending his partner almost falling back off the bench. Steve had such a good grip though, he didn’t let him fall backward, but rather caught him, now pushing in the other side, at the same spot, still holding onto the hurt arm.

“Ahhh, no-noooo. St-stooop iitttt!” Steve had no reply other than still pushing into the sensitive spot as Pena was trying to turn himself away without hurting his elbow.

Steve was laughing and finally let go after a few seconds, scared he might actually hurt his real injury. He threw out the cigarette and still had the same huge grin on his face, and Javi’s was still flushed from laughter and embarrassment.

“This is great! Who on earth is ticklish there?” Pena was started to get his breath back, and staring at Steve like he would kill him.

Sticking a finger in his face, turning towards his partner with the newfound information, “Don’t you dare bring this up again! Hear me?” It was a threatening growl sound leaving his lips. Steve put his arms up in the surrender position.

“Hey, no worries partner. This will be between you and me!” He stood up to walk away, stopped and looked back at his partner, who now regained his composure. “You still might wanna go get that looked at, just leave out the detail about your shoulder.” He said walking away, shoulders moving slightly up and down as he laughed to himself.

Pena just sat there in defeat. He’ll just go grab some ice instead, he thought to himself.

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Day 1: Joel and Tess in Anticipation – Augtickletober2023

Summary: Joel and Tess’s relationship pre- Ellie mission. Tess wants to stir things up with their relationship, so she tries something new with Joel. She wants to relieve him of his stress, but it’s not in the way he thinks. Will he like it, or will it about kill him?

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don't read. Mostly fluffy actually, which is weird with these two. Few swear words, but that’s all.

Lee: Joel

Ler: Tess

Joel and Tess didn’t have a normal relationship, especially in a post-apocalyptical world, as they didn’t have a lot of alone time and were constantly working the system to their favor. But every now and then, they would have some time they would be able to spend together.

On one such occasion, about 5 years after they moved into the QZ, they actually had a day where they weren’t needed anywhere and nothing urgent was at hand. The night before, they both wanted just a time of relaxation where they could just hang around their little apartment and get some much-needed rest.

They knew they had extra time, so Tess asked if Joel had ever wanted to try anything new. He shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything really. She thought either of embarrassment or he really didn’t have much or a thought on anything more. She didn’t push it, so she thought about herself.

The man she had fallen for under the strangest of world circumstances, was a strong, alpha male, who worked hard to get everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t the best at taking orders but did what he had to do to survive. So, she thought, maybe she could take some control from him and that might relax him.

After their small dinner and booze they shared, they both lay down in their unmade bed looking at each other, groggy with the cheap liquor they had mixed with not a lot to eat. She touched his face and he leaned into her touch. “Can we try something different tonight, Joel?” she asked softly.

“Sure. What did ya have in mind?” He continued to lay there as she caressed his face.

Tess rolled out of bed and grabbed a few different belts. “Hey, whoa Tess. I’m not into getting a beating!” She rolled her eyes.

“Take off your clothes but keep your boxers on.” she ordered him sternly. This peaked his interest. He did what he was told and sat on the bed waiting. “Lay down.” She grabbed his arms, raising them above his head to the headboard.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shut up and play along. You’ll like this.” He scoffed and had a small grin form. She tied his strong arms above his head. “Oh, hold on.” She reached behind her grabbing a piece of torn cloth.

“Ok, yeah, cuz I might be going somewhere Tess!” She shook her head and leaned towards his wrapping the cloth around his eyes. “I dunno about this…” his voice trailed off.

She grabbed one of his strong legs and pulled it, extending it out to the corner of the bed and looping the belt around his socked ankle. “Ummm, Tess?” Before he could say anything else, she grabbed the other leg and did the same. She stood at the foot of the bed, pretty proud of her handy work.

Smiling, shaking her head, and thinking about all the craziness she was about to do to him, but not really planning anything, he laid there helpless, his breathing increased over the anticipation of what awaited him. “Gotta say, Joel, I could literally destroy you right now if I wanted to. But lucky for you, you’re too cute and I kinda want you around.” As she said that to him, she walked up to his torso, and lightly traced her fingers from his kneecap to his side. As she did this, a shiver went through his body and a small grin appeared. This interested her, so she walked around to the other side of his body, doing the same thing.

This time though, he really was flinching and gasping a little, trying to cover it up. “Damn girl let’s get on with it! You’re driving me crazy!” She continued to smile at him, but her focus now was more on his reactions to his touch.

It was almost like it tickled him. She had never done that with him, mostly because the new world they lived in was a quick and violent world, so they didn’t have a lot of flirting time. So, this was new to her, and quite humorous to see her big, scary boyfriend at her complete mercy.

Time to change tactics, she was thinking. “Joel, it makes me happy when you’re so relaxed. And to see you smile and laugh a little bit would be the ultimate relaxation I’d think. His face grew stern, and he was clearing his voice a bit. She just stood there, letting him sweat a bit. It was good for him.

“Ok Tess, this isn’t fun anymore. Untie me.”

“Mmmmm, no. This is fun for me.” She straddled his hips now and gently placed her hands along his ribcage, massaging his ribs gently.

“Tess, nooooo! Wh-what are yyyou doing?” He yelled out, almost bucking her off him.

“Let’s call me your stress reliever Joel.”

“I I I doon’t waaannntt iiiitt!” he barely got out the words of his mouth.

“I do, now shut up and let me have some fun for a few minutes!”

She dug into his side now and he started barking out a huge laugh, that probably alerted the whole QZ.

She then switched tactics and leaned back to his thighs and squeezed them for a few seconds. “Tttteeeeeeesssss! Puuuuh-llleeeeease st-stooooppp!” He was laughing, coughing, and gasping all at the same time.

“Now Joel, I’m trying to give you a full body massage. Sit back and let me do this for you! I got one spot left. “Your tired, old man feet!” She spun around and scooted down his shins in reaching distance.

With yelling out a series of no’s, swears and bucking his body even harder, she noticed he was almost out of his wrist restraints, so she made quick work of scratching at his feet for about 20 seconds as he yelled and laughed at the same time.

Tess felt a shift and realized he was almost free so she jumped off his shins and started undoing those belts.

As he finally got out of the wrist belt, he sat up, sweaty, tear stained and eyes swollen, face red. “Damn girl, I thought you were gonna kill me!”

“Nah, I know you’re stronger than that!” She sat next to him and gave him a kiss, which he returned. “I’m glad to see you smile and hear that laugh of yours though.” She stood up and walked into the kitchen area, leaving him sit on the bed, still breathing heavily and still with a grin on his face. He sorely needed this.

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Day 8: Din Djarin in Truth augtickletober2023

Lee: Din Djarin/Mando

Ler: Y/N

Summary: After getting hurt, again, Din is trying to help you while you recover. He doesn’t know what tickling is and is intrigued. You have nothing better going on, so you show him. Will he like it though?

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Mostly fluffy.

Ugh, I came hobbling into the Razor Crest ahead of Mando and the kid. Of course, I sprained my ankle, again. I swear….. I sat down on a bench, pulled up a crate and propped my booted foot on top of it. Leaning my back against the wall, I just sat there, looking up at the ceiling, shaking my head.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud commotion and the door started to open. Din was running in, shutting the ramp and had Grogu in his arms. “Here. We have to go!” He said forcefully, handing me the kid, who was fast asleep. I noticed he had holes in his pants, blood stained, but it didn’t look like he was hurting. Grogu probably healed him, I was thinking. “Hang on!” He yelled from up front, since I wasn’t in a chair when the ship started to take off, I grabbed a pipe against the wall to sturdy myself as we shot off.

Once it seemed we were safe flying distance, Din walked back, picked up Grogu and put him in his cot to rest. As he came back to me, he sat down next to me and let out a huge sigh. “What happened? I thought you were going to just go get coordinates?”

“Things didn’t go as planned.”

“I can see that,” touching a hole in his pant leg, where there was no mark. “At least you had the kid to heal you. I’m gonna be hobbling on this stupid foot for a while.

He looked down at my propped-up leg. “What happened to your leg?” he asked genuinely concerned.

“Sprained it, again. I just need to keep it up and iced. Can you grab me a pack please?” He stood up to grab it as I pulled off my boot and sock. It was swollen already, but nothing a few days won’t fix. Still, what a pain. He brought back the pack, kneeled down next to my foot and softly placed it on my ankle. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. It looks swollen.”

“It is, a little, but I’ll have to wait to see how bad it actually is. I heard a pop and I got a cramp in my arch, but that doesn’t look swollen or colored yet.”

He looked around at my foot, like he was trying to see what I was talking about. I pointed to my arch, dragging my finger on it and sat back again. He took his gloved index finger and touched it, dragging it softly like I did and my whole leg jumped and I let out a small gasp. “I’m sorry!” he said quickly withdrawing his hand. “Did that hurt?”

“Uh, no, not exactly. It just tickled.”

He looked at me blankly and didn’t say anything. It was silent and I was sitting there trying to figure out what was going on in his head. “What?” I asked bluntly.

“I don’t know what you mean. Does that mean hurt too?” Now I was just staring at him, confused. Are you kidding me, I was thinking? You’ve never been tickled, seen it or heard of that word?

“Are you serious?” I asked with a grin on my face.

“I just have never heard of that word. What does it mean?”

“Um, I’m not sure I can put it into words exactly.” I sat there and tried to think about it. “So, there are parts of your body that are more sensitive than others. It gives you a squirmy feeling.” He was still staring not saying anything.

I’m doing a horrible job explaining this. I pulled in my hurt foot and crossed it over my lap. “See, my foot, when you touched it, sent a feeling through my body because it’s sensitive.” I scratched that area again. He was looking down at it.

“Why didn’t you jump when you did it. Why did you jump when I touched you?”

I laughed. “You can’t tickle yourself! Do you want to know what it feels like? It doesn’t hurt, I promise. Sometimes it feels nice.”

He stood up abruptly and started walking away. “I need to shower and change.” That was weird. I wonder if I scared him off. I sighed and hobbled back to an actual chair, leaned back and propped my foot back up with the ice pack.

I must have started to doze, because Din came back in and sat on a chair next to me and startled me. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” I looked over and realized he was only wearing his flak suit, and helmet. No armor or boots. I just sat there looking at him, like what the kriff are you doing. “Where’s your gear?”

“I, uh, kind of want to see what you are talking about.” he said softly. This was huge in our relationship. We definitely weren’t a couple or anything like that, more like co-workers, but we trusted each other immensely. Still, even so, he has NEVER not had his armor on around me!

“Really?” I paused, turned in the chair to face him and took his hands in mine. “So, remember how I said you can’t tickle yourself?” He nodded. “I want to show you what I mean.”

“Ok,” he said, still not moving a muscle. He seemed tense and maybe a little nervous. I was trying to think of a good place to show him that most people would find ticklish. I took my hand and squeezed my own thigh, just right above my knee. “See what I’m doing to my leg? Do the same to yours.” He complied and gave it a few squeezes, with obviously no reaction.

“Ok, so we are going to unveil the truth about Din Djarin!” I had a huge smile on my face. I reached over to the same thigh and gave it a good squeeze. He jumped out of the seat and took a step back like he just sat on fire. “Whoa! I guess we found out our answer.”

“What was that?” He asked with a small, shaky voice, one that I’ve never heard before.

“I tickled you! That was your bodies’ response to me grabbing your leg! Do you want to try again?” Please say yes, I was thinking.

He slowly sat back down and nodded.

“Do you want the same spot or someplace different?” He looked down at his body like he was thinking about it.

“Someplace different.” I nodded and reached quickly to his hips before he could say anything else. This time though, I grabbed stern and pulled down so he couldn’t jump away. I was standing over him at this point, leaning on my good leg. He was tittering out small noises but seemed to gain control quickly so my hands shot up on his ribs and he fell off the chair on his back and started laughing. “Waaait! Sttttoooopppp!” He kept trying to move my hands but was curling up in a ball and didn’t have his normal strength because of his laughing, plus I’m sure he didn’t want to hurt me.

“Oh no. You wanted to know so I’m revealing the truth right now!!!” Just as I finished my sentence, my hands quickly went into his arm pits, and I squeezed. He looked like he was having a seizure at that point. He was laughing, I was laughing and neither one of us could really speak.

“Puuuuhleeease, stttoooppp! Ahhh!” He finally rolled away from me and stopped, laying on his back, panting hard. I sat down and was breathing hard too from laughing.

“That was awesome!” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if someone paid me. “Oh man, I think you just found a new torture method! Don’t tell anyone!!!”

He finally sat up, his chest still moving up and down hard. “Why would anyone do that?”

“Because it’s hilarious!” I laughed. He was shaking his head, his legs sticking straight out in front of him.

I lunged quickly, grabbing one leg, rolling on it, effectively pinning it down and started mercifully tickling his foot. He let out a low scream, trying to turn over. “Stop, stop it!” He laughed.

Then he kicked me hard in the back. “Ow!” I yelled, letting him go. “That hurt!” He now had his legs pulled up against his chest, like he didn’t know what to do next. “Fine, I’ll stop. I just wanted to see it all.”

He got up and reached out his hand to help me up as well. “You were a good sport, Din. And now you know!” He nodded as I started to hobble away from him to sit back down. He grabbed my arm, to turn me slightly.

“So, next time I’ll have to practice on you then.” He chuckled under his helmet and started walking away. My mouth was open as I stood there. Was he kidding? “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until your ankle feels better.” he yelled back as he was still walking. Nope, not kidding!

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Hello! Would you ever consider writing a Part 2 of ‘How Do You Get a Prince to Talk’ and it being the reader’s turn? 🩷🩷

I actually have!!! My problem is I don't write slut, so trying to keep Oberyn pg 13 lol.

#game of thrones #pedro pascal #oberyn x reader #prince oberyn #tickle scenarios #tickle fic #tickle fluff

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How Do You Get a Prince to Talk?

I really wanted to write a lighter fanfic about Oberyn, but it was super hard, since his character is mostly 18+ themes! So, I gave it a shot. Enjoy!!!

Summary: Our favorite Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, has been acting a little distant, and off putting as of late. Ellaria, a few of his girls and you have not only noticed but decided to get him to talk. How do you get a prince to talk though?

Warnings: Tickling, so if you’re not into that, move on. Nothing mature related, but several times were everyone knows what is being discussed. So hard to write. F/M dom. FFFF ler and M lee. Discussions about his inner circle of lovers, obviously. Enjoy!

Oberyn Martell…. What can I say about the Prince of Dorne? I joined Ellaria and him about a year ago, working for them as a servant. I have been treated like royalty, which was a far better cry than how I was treated with my prior family. He had a large circle of friends, family and of course, his lovers. I knew of his reputation when they hired me on, but after having a long conversation with Ellaria and my past, where I was abused by multiple men, they kept me on as strictly a servant girl.

Not to say that I wasn’t present for any of their escapades. On multiple occasions I had to bring in refreshments and food. And on multiple occasions, Oberyn asked me to stay, but never pushed. I would smile politely and decline, and he would say something like the offer will always stand, my dove.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him. He was confident, striking, funny, but lately, he was starting to annoy the girls. After their private time, I would spend time cleaning up and bringing the girls, and sometimes boys of course, anything they needed. Normally they asked for more food or drinks, clothing, etc.

And then they would lay around chatting. The conversations were usually pretty interesting, mostly about people they each knew or had been with, places they had been and horrible things they had witnessed. I enjoyed listening as I was finishing up.

Lately though, the conversations had been mostly about Oberyn and how obnoxious he had been. He had not been relaxed like his normal self, not attentive, quick and not his sensitive self. They were complaining about being rushed with him and when he would finish up, he would leave quick and without any sentiment. This was not like them, they kept saying.

One of them overheard him tell Ellaria that he was getting bored with the monotony of life and wanted to start traveling again. If he had told them that, they would have understood. But no, he would complain.

Then his moodiness started affecting Ellaria. She didn’t want him to be like this! This wasn’t the man she loved unconditionally. She wanted to snap him out of his funk but didn’t know how to do this since nothing really phased him.

One day, she asked me to sit with her at one of their many windows overlooking the beautiful sea. I just sat there admiring all the beauty around me. She didn’t say anything at first, and finally let out a huge sigh.

“My beauty, I don’t know what to do with Oberyn. There are moments I want to just hold him and let him give me all his stress…” She held out a long pause, looking outside again. “And there are times when I want to smash his head in!”

I giggled at that thought. “Ma’am, I had no idea you felt this way. I’m so sorry. Have you tried talking to him about this?”

She nodded. “I have and when we talk, it doesn’t last very long.” He just shrugs me off and says not to dwell on nonsense…….. so, what’s he doing???” She was almost shouting.

“You know, sometimes we do things without even realizing it. So, maybe you can take that approach,” and before I could even continue, she cut me off and stood up.

“I’ve been patient! Now, I just want….” She had a small grin on her face and started ringing her hands together. “I just want to teach him a lesson….. but I’m not sure how.” She started pacing and had a finger up to her mouth. You could tell she was really trying to think of how to do this. “I don’t want to physically hurt him, although he does like that time to time.”

As she was pacing, the man of the hour moved through the doors, bursting them open with a grand entrance. “My beauties…” he stated in a quieter voice.

“My love, is everything alright?” She went over to him and moved in for a deep, iconic kiss, and he kissed her on the cheek! I instantly saw her face redden. She grabbed his arm strongly, turning him around to face her.

“Love, what is going on? You’re not acting like yourself!” He stared at her, as if trying to think of an answer. He put his hand up to her cheek softly.

“There has been a lot on my mind lately, my beauty.”

“Like what?”

“Nothing to bother you with.” He turned around in a circle and that was it. He waved me over to help him remove his overcoat and hang it up. When removing it, he flinched towards his side.

“My prince, are you ok?” He reached down to his side.

“I’m fine, love. I backed into a sharp corner earlier.”

“Can I see it, to see if you need something on it?”

“That would be nice.” I glanced up at Ellaria, who was staring hard at him right now.

His bronze skin seemed to shine, and I saw a teeny, tiny speck of where he pointed. I must have had a smirk on my face because he asked why I was smiling. And since I’m a horrible liar, and I sometimes do not have a filter, I whispered, “Is this it?” I looked up quickly and Ellaria and the same smile.

I then proceeded to touch it lightly and he flinched again. So, I lightly traced my finger from that spot to his bottom rib and got a much larger reaction, but not one of pain. A gasp escaped his lips and a small grin appeared on his face, which he covered up quickly. He covered his side immediately and walked away from me towards the door.

“Are you sure you’re ok, my prince?” I called over to him as he exited the room, nodding.

Turning over to Ellaria, with a large smile on my face as well as hers, “My lady, did you see his reaction? I think your prince is ticklish!” She stood there nodding. “Did you know that?”

“No, I, didn’t. Normally our touches turn more sensual…” She started pacing around the room again. “But this gives me an idea. It won’t hurt him, and it will certainly take control away and….” she paused again now with her eyes as wide as silver coins. “Oh, this will work.”

I smiled and started walking away, towards the door, to leave her to her thoughts. “Wait!” She yelled towards me. “I can’t do this alone! I need your help with planning! And I’m not very good and haven’t been around, you know, tickling very much! Have you any experience?”

I felt like I was being questioned for a brand-new position in the royal family. “Well, I do have three older brothers, so, yes, they would like to torture me from time to time.” I was recalling the fun I had with them when I was young, before I was taken.

“Great! This will be fun!” She seemed giddy almost and it made me laugh. “We will need to recruit a few more people.

“Yes, the more the merrier.” We sat down and started developing a plan.

A few days later, we decided that wine would help him relax more, so I brought out a few bottles for Ellaria, Oberyn and two of his other female lovers. We wanted to toast him and basically build him up so he would forget his troubles. After some food, and a lot of wine, I started walking over to him and sealed the deal.

Whispering in his ear, and lightly messaging his neck, I said, “My prince, I have been thinking, I would like to be a part of your social gathering tonight.” I looked right at Ellaria, who was sipping her wine and smirking at me, nodding her head slightly. The other two female attendants had the same look. They had been told about the plan earlier and were really excited.

Oberyn’s eyes looked up at me, and a smile had formed. “My dove, you have made my year.” He started to lean in to kiss me, and I kissed his neck saying let’s save it for later.

He stood up quickly, clapped his hands together. “Later is now, my loves! Shall we?” He took my hand and led me to his room. All five of use gathered and closed the door.

“My love,” Ellaria, announced, “since this is her first time with us, might I suggest we ask her what she wants?”

“My dove, what a wonderful idea.” He swooped over to kiss her hand and turn to me. “Well, what do you want to experience tonight?”

I looked around and acted sheepish. “Well, my prince, I’m not as experienced as you are, but one thing that has always peaked my interest……” I paused for dramatic effect, “is to have a strong, beautiful prince like yourself, be completely at my mercy.” I slowly started walking over to him. “Is that something we can arrange?”

“My dove, your wish is my command.” Ellaria swooped behind him, gracefully. She opened a drawer and pulled out 4 long silk scarves. She weaved them between her fingers and walked back over to Oberyn.

“Love, it sounds like you are going to be completely at her mercy.” She leaned in to kiss him and he returned it with his hands running through her hair. He started to undress, and one of the other girls chimed in.

“My prince, keep some of your robes on. It’ll give us something to unwrap.” She came over to him and allowed him to take off his long robe only and his shirt, leaving his chest open. He left his pants and sandals on.

He was grinning ear to ear, as we all were, but for very different reasons. He started crawling up to the top of the bed. All four of us had a scarf in our hands now, on all four corners of his large, four posted bed. As Ellaria tied his right arm to the post, she whispered and said to him she had one more thing.

He grinned over at her as she walked back with one more scarf. She started covering his eyes and tying it around the back of his head, kissing his forehead, as the rest of us finished tying his limbs. My heart was racing. I was so excited for Ellaria, and she now that he couldn’t see our faces, had a face of pure joy, excitement and hint a devilish glare in her eyes.

The other two women had the same exact looks, which I’m sure I did the same. Ellaria sat next to his side, her fingers tracing his chest lightly. “My love, before we begin, can you tell us what’s been troubling you so the past few weeks?” He seemed to shift uncomfortable and cleared his throat.

“Ellaria, my dear, can’t we talk about this later? I have a guest waiting to play…”

I chimed in, “Actually, my prince, I have been worried about you as well. Please tell us what’s wrong. We all care for you.”

He was now very still, and his hands were clenched into fists. “My lovelies, I’m starting to get a bit impatient.”

“As were we, my beauty.” Ellaria said now, sitting up more, with her had setting on his chest, which was moving up and down more rapidly at this point. “We have been worried about you and you have been extremely short with us. Very uncharacteristic of you, my love.”

At this point, he was squirming. “Maybe we should do this another day? I may have had a bit too much wine at dinner.”

“No, we will discuss this now. And if you won’t, we will make you.” One of the girls said, stroking his leg.

This actually peaked his interest. “And how would you propose you make me?” His small smile formed again.

This was my cue to step in, as Ellaria smiled and stepped back as I moved forward. “My prince, if you won’t tell us on your own accord, we have ways to make you.” I now straddled him, and my fingers lightly traced his abdomen. He squirmed and a small smile was forming again. “You see, the other day when I was checking your wound, I noticed you were a little sensitive in an area.” As I said, this my hand went to the same side, and I started tracing my fingers there.

“Mymymmy love, what are yooyoyou doooing?” he asked, chuckling slightly, barely being able to get the question out.

“Well, I noticed that you are a little soft here, and maybe we can find out where else, unless you tell us what’s been bothering you.” I stopped my hands moving on his side, as a stern expression appeared, almost he was putting all these pieces together in his head.

Ellaria couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She has always seen her prince getting the upper hand in the past, but never have the tables been turned. She was enjoying herself. Oberyn must have heard her chuckle because nothing else was making a sound in the room. I could tell he wanted to say something but was physically forcing himself to keep quiet. Ellaria finally couldn’t take the silence any longer, so she swooped in, and her head was right next to his.

“Love,” she whispered, “I’m going to enjoy myself immensely.” Her fingers started lightly along his rib cage where his arms were spread apart, like he was being stretched. As she did this, a huge smile appeared on his face, and he started giggling. She continued this as he tried to squirm away, still very lightly. She wanted to give him an opportunity to talk, but I could tell she was secretly hoping he wouldn’t. He kept letting out these small gasps of air and clearing his throat, trying not to laugh.

Another one of the girls stepped in on his other side. “My lady, please forgive me but I do not think you are doing this right.” His head whipped over to the other side, and she dug her nails into his exposed ribs. And that did it! He started laughing hard. He was whipping his head back and forth and arching his back, trying to escape her fingers.

“Waaaaiiitttt! Waaaiiiit!” He was trying to move his body from side to side, with no avail.

“Yes, my prince?” she asked without stopping. “Do you have something to tell us?” They both stopped tickling him at this point. The sad part of this was, he looked exhausted, and they hadn’t even really begun yet.

The second girl stepped in. I was still straddling his hips, enjoying my little show. She said, “I don’t think he has anything to tell us yet.” Before he could reply, as he was still catching his breath, she started stroking his inner thigh and his muscles flexed under me. “This looks promising.” She said with an evil intent.

At the same time, she started to grab his thighs, my hands went to his hips and we both started squeezing at the same time. “Noooooononononooo noooooooo!” His back arched aain, lifting his hips and me off the bed slightly. “Waaaaiiaaiatttt, waaaait, puuuh leeeeeasse! Nooooo nooooono!” In between his pleading was a beautiful laugh that was almost song like. I thought I could listen to him forever, although that might kill him.

“Aw, he said please, my lady.” I said as I stopped. “Do you think he meant it?” I looked right at her. Nope, she wasn’t done yet.

Ellaria had turned and had a sixth scarf, like she was pulling them out of thin air. “No, no. I don’t think he is. In fact, I think all his talking is tiring him out, so let’s help him with that ladies.” He was breathing hard. She leaned in to his head as he was saying please, over, and over to her, calling her every sweet thing he could muster up. She reached around his head again and tied a thicker scarf in his mouth, around the back of head. He immediately realized his pleas were going to fall on deaf ears.

He was shaking his head no, back, and forth. “Shhhh, my love. Save your strength. We have so much more of your body to explore.”

He let out a long, low groan, and not one like I’ve heard coming from his mouth before. He knew he was doomed. “Ladies,” Ellaria had said after securing his mouth, “Let us rearrange, so we may each have different areas to play with.”

I got off his hips, and one of the girls took my place. Ellaria and I each stood by one of his legs and the fourth girl stood at his side. This girl politely asked, “My lady, should we each take turns, so we may appreciate each part separately?” Again, he was violently shaking his head no, making angry groaning sounds.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen our prince, the Red Viper himself, behave like this. And yes, let us each take turns…… to start. I would like to go first.” Ellaria reached down to his thigh, and I thought that’s where she would start, but her small hand migrated down his leg slowly, to his sandaled foot, where he kept kicking as much as he could. She slowly removed his sandal, and he started jerking drastically. He was trying to break through is restraints, and for a minute, I thought he would and kill us all!

“My love,” she said sweetly, “You must not exert all your energy. Come now.” Her fingers started scraping the bottom of his foot as he was thrashing, not able to see or speak. He was violently shaking his head, pleading for her to stop, which she did not. I started to remove his other sandal and scratched under his toes as they curled around my fingers. Ellaria grabbed his ankle now firmly with all her strength to keep his leg still and started scrapping his arch, which made him laugh extremely loudly. “I think I found another special spot. Remind me to never give you foot rubs again. I might be too tempted to do this! The other two girls sighed.

“My lady, it isn’t fair for you to have all the fun. Let us join you now. We want to play too.” If you didn’t know what was happening, you would think they were all just talking about playing an instrument, or a game. But no.

Ellaria sighed and nodded her head in agreement. And all at once, both his feet were being maliciously tortured, his hips had hands on each of them, and his poor ribs were being massaged meticulously. He was screaming, and I saw maybe a combination of tears and sweat dropping down his chin.

For a split second, I felt bad for him. We “played” with him for about 5 minutes, but to him, it probably felt like an hour. Constantly poking, prodding, massaging his body in a way he wasn’t used to. “My lady, maybe we should let him rest. It seems he has a hard time breathing.” Ellaria nodded in agreement, and just like that, all four of us stopped.

He was breathing so hard you would have thought he sprinted a mile or so. “Please remove the scarf from his mouth and let him get a good breath in, will you sweet?”

The girl that played with his ribs gently pulled the scarf out of his mouth, so it draped across his neck. If possible, he was breathing even harder now. We just sat there letting him catch his breath, and his sanity.

All of a sudden, words started to form between the heavy breathing and the small shudders of laughs that were still escaping his lips, trembling. “Pppuleeeease, please, nooono more.” He spoke quietly, as it took all his energy to muster up those three words.

“But my prince, you were smiling ear to ear and laughing. We thought you liked this,” said the woman sitting on his hips. She was lightly tracing her fingers along his abdomen, which made him jolt and shiver.

“No,noooono. I ththiinnk I’m reedeady to talk, my lovvves.” Just as quietly spoken as before. “Just please, nono more tickckcling…” He was barely able to get that out of his mouth. Ellaria now walked back to his head and removed the scarf from his eyes. He had them closed but was trying to open them. They were tear streaked, red and swollen. I’m sure he has never had anything like this happen to him, good or bad. He had absolutely no control.

“Oberyn, at this point, we want you to know we love you and if there’s anything we can do for you to help you get back to your normal, loving self, that’s what we want. The past few weeks have been troubling for us. Because something has been troubling you.” Ellaria spoke calmly, with her face a few inches from his, that still barely could see and still looked straight up.

“Plus, you have said you wanted us to take control sometimes…..well, that’s what we did, my Prince.” One of the girls explained. He started shaking his head no, and the smile on his face started to disappear.

“That’s not what I meant, and you that. Now, untie me.” He started to get more firm in his speech, which made me a bit worried. I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble, or worse. Ellaria must have seen the expression on my face.

“Ladies, please exit the chambers.” The two got up and I followed suit, until her hand reached out, grabbed my arm to stay. Not you. You may stay.”

My heart was racing. Is she going to accuse me for all this? How mad would he be. I was looking over at her with worry and concern on my face. She smiled softly at me. “Will you please untie his legs, my sweet?”

I shook my head yes and started to untie them as quickly as I could, while she did his wrists. When I was done, he sat up slowly, eyes wide open, no smile on his face. I stepped back from the bed about 6 feet, out of reach from anyone or anything. Ellaria stood by his side. He took his pointer finger and moved it, signaling me to come towards him.

I’m so dead, I thought! He knows Ellaria wouldn’t do this! I walked and stood right at the foot of the bed again.

“So, which one of you lovelies’ idea was this, and don’t lie to me.” I quickly looked at Ellaria, with panic in my face. I started to open my mouth to speak, but she spoke first.

“My love, it was both of our ideas. No one more than another. We wanted to see you happy again and were really worried about you lately.” He put an arm around her waist, pulling her in closely, still staring right at me.

“Well, it, it worked, right? You were smiling!” I said, trying to keep in light.

“Come here.” I walked over to his side next to Ellaria slowly, with my head lowered. This is how I die. The Red Viper will pull a blade from nowhere with poison on it, and I’m done. I must have been shaking visibly. “Why are you shaking, my love? Do you feel bad for what you did to me?”

I just nodded my head yes really quickly, too quickly. He let go of Ellaria’s hand and now reached for mine. I started shaking more.

“You have nothing to fear from me.” He swung his legs off the bed and stood up next to me, looking down at my short from. I kept my head down still. He took his hand, lifted my chin up to him and leaned in. I thought he was going to kiss me for a second, but he leaned towards the side of my head and whispered in my ear, “Next time though, it’s your turn.”

My eyes got huge. He was smiling from ear to ear, and I felt my soul leave my body. I’m right, he will eventually kill me! And we never even found out what was bothering him!!!

To be continued…….???

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Day 18: Wanda and Loki in Magic

Lee: Loki

Ler: Wanda/Scarlet Witch

Summary: Wanda just wants a nice, quiet evening to herself, but Loki doesn’t seem to want that to happen. In fact, he is making her life miserable. Knowing all her powers and being told not to use them, how else can you take down a god?

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. This is also a means to torture someone.

Wanda had made so many great friends since “joining” the Avengers. Although, she didn’t really consider herself one. She in fact loved her Vis and made some great friends. One person she couldn’t stand though, was Loki…… He knew how to push her buttons, say comments that made her blood pressure sky rocket and on several occasions, almost got her in trouble with the group by using her powers on him to shut him up! Fortunately, their meetings were few and far between.

On one particular day, Vision and she went to headquarters and Vis had to go with Stark to take care of something. For once, there was no one else there, which actually made her comfortable. She relaxed, picked up a random book, poured a glass of wine, and was just able to hang out and be “normal” for once. Or so she thought.

In the midst of the wonderful silence she was enjoying, someone jumped out of nowhere and scared her half to death. It was Loki, of course! Ugh, she was thinking. Go away.

“Where is everyone at? Did they go on some secret mission and leave you behind to watch the cat?” he asked, smirking, with his arms folded. She was half tempted to completely ignore him, but she knew that wouldn’t last long.

“No,” she said calmly. “Vis had some business to attend to with Tony.”

“So, they did leave you behind. Hmm.” She rolled her eyes and went back to her book.

“Oh, come on, you know you can’t ignore me forever, my love. That reminds me, when will be going out on a date? Now seem like a perfect time!”

“No thank you,” she growled. “I’d rather be engulfed by fire.”

“Oooo. Tempting, but no. Not what I had in mind.” He leaned over on the couch and whispered in her ear. She swung the book at him and missed of course, because he was a god and his reflexes where unbelievable. How could she possibly ever get even with him from tormenting her? She slumped back in the couch, seemingly defeated.

He sat down fully next to her, like right next to her, shoulder to shoulder. She scooted away until she was at the other side of the couch where she couldn’t go any further. He put an arm around her should and said, “This is nice.” He was fully smiling at her, and she couldn’t move, or use her magic in the compound. At least this is what she was told.

Well, at least she wasn’t supposed to use her magic. Again, she rolled her eyes, started to squirm, and said firmly, get off, and jabbed him the side of the ribs. Not only did he jump back a good foot from her, but he also yelped and seemed a little off when she made contact with his side. She slowly looked up at him and faced him head on.

“What was that? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, no, I uh, it just startled me is all.” She was glaring at him. And then, it just popped in her head. Vis poked her quite often and it……… wait, did she just tickle him?

“Loki,” she said with a serious look, “are you ticklish?” She knew good and well though she couldn’t just reach out and grab him, because he would straight disappear. So, before he could even say anything, she shot some red sparks from her hands, immobilizing him.

“What are you doing, Wanda? You let me go this instant!”

“Really? I’m surprised I haven’t done this sooner. You are such a pain sometimes! But now, I know your little secret.” She leaned into his neck, so her breath was warm on him. “You’re ticklish!”

“I am not! How horrible of an accusation you have made, while I outta…….” And she silenced him immediately.

“That’s enough talking for you. Let’s see, Vis and Tony won’t be home for at least a half hour. And you want to spend time with me, I remember. So, hmmm, how can we fill out time? Definitely not with you talking!” At this point, he was shaking his head, making all kinds of noise through his invisible gag and squirming to get his way out.

“Boy, it sure is good to be a witch sometimes. Let’s see if I remember how to do this. It’s been a while, so it might take me a few times to get it right!” His eyes went wide when more red sparks came flying from her hands at his sides. He let out a huge moan, almost like it hurt, but then she saw his shoulders shaking up and down and his eyes were squinting shut. So, she struck him again, and again, and again, until he seemed like he couldn’t breathe properly. She let the magic gag fall off now.

“How are you doing, oh god of mischief?” He was breathing heavy, smiling from ear to ear, not that he wanted to. He couldn’t help it. He had really only been tickled like twice since he was so crafty and could disappear at will. He never met a powerful witch like Wanda though.

“Ii-it’s inn your bbest interest to let me go go, nowww.” He stuttered, barely getting the words out.

“Such tough words coming from someone who is completely under my control. Now let’s see, where else can we test out I wonder? she said putting a finger to her mouth..

“I’m warning you, don’t.”

“Ooooh. Scary.” And just like that she shot more sparks, wrapping around his thighs and knees, squeezing over and over. He was trying so hard not to laugh, so it came out more like yells and hard breaths. He was also literally almost jumping out of the seat. “Aww, aren’t you cute!”

“Stttoooooppp iittiittt ppuuuuhlleease!!!!”

“You said please, Loki! Very good!” So, she stopped, and he was laboring at this point, with his head hanging down. She snuck up right in his face and made him jump, like she would reach out and touch him.

“Now, will you be a good boy and stop pestering me? Or will this become a usual occurrence for us?”

Still breathing hard, he managed to whisper, “I’ll leave you alone, Wanda. I swear.”

“Yeah, well I know how solid your word is Loki, but that will have to do for now.” She sat back and removed her magical restraints. Just then, Tony and Vision came walking in.

“Ah, look, it’s the two misfits getting along I see.” Tony said walking in.

“Yeah, we were actually just having a nice conversation, weren’t we Loki?” she nudged him in the shoulder, and he glared at her.

“Yes, yes. But unfortunately, I have to depart now. Duty calls.” He turned back to Wanda. “I will see you later. Thanks for the talk!” And poof, he disappeared.

“What was that about, love?” Vis walked up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, nothing. I think Loki just needed to relax a bit and I helped him with that.”

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Day 23: Ginger and Whiskey in Incoherent

Lee: Whiskey/Jack

Ler: Ginger

Summary: Ginger has had enough with Whiskey. They’ve worked together way too long and he’s getting bored because there’s no real missions going on that need him. So, he just loves to pester her. While she was working on a new invention, she thought he would be a good test subject and at the same time, maybe teach him a lesson!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Some suggestive humor too.

Ginger just about had enough of Whiskey hanging around her office lately. There wasn’t a ton of action, which was great for her because she could work on some of her new ideas for experiments. She was developing a magnet type material that could link to almost every type of fabric she programmed it to. She wasn’t sure what she’d use it for yet, but definitely something!

But Whiskey!!! He was constantly flirting, hanging out, talking about his past love interests and such. He’d hang out, drinking and leaving cans and bottles all over. All while she was working her butt off! She’d kick him out of her lab where he would stumble in drunk and start asking her a million questions on what she was doing. She couldn’t take it!

Finally, she was ready to start testing this new magnetic field she developed. It was a fairly simple concept. It would help latch onto people and let the statesmen do their thing to get info out of them. But it could be used for other things. She had already tested small objects, and now she needed something bigger, heavier, and a bit more mobile.

Right on cue, Whiskey came stumbling in screaming laughing. “That’s enough!” she yelled, with authority. He stopped in place.

“Aw, Ginger, you know you’d be bored without me,” Jack said, while stumbling over to her, putting an arm around her shoulders. “You’d just be workin on all your fancy gear, with no handsome man to look at.” Whiskey said, giving her a grin, and tilting his hat too her. Ugh, she was thinking as she rolled her eyes.

“No, I’d probably would have gotten this up and running weeks ago if I didn’t have to babysit you!” He put a dramatic shocked look on his face and put his hands on his cheeks like he was surprised when she said that.

“What’s more important, me or whatever this is?” Whiskey asked while touching a few buttons. Then an idea popped in her head. He would be perfect for her trial. He was stupid drunk, so didn’t have all his strength, but still had some. Plus, she could mess with him a bit and pay him back for weeks of hell.

“Well, actually, I am happy you came in here tonight. I need a volunteer for my new machine. I need a really strong man, actually!” she said eagerly, with a huge smile on her face. Jack’s face lit up and volunteered. “You can do this, just put down your drink over there, and sorry get rid of all your weapons for now. I don’t want you destroying this with anything except your muscles!”

He strutted over, taking off all his weapons and she giggled thinking of how many he had strapped to them. “Ok, please stand right here, and just wait a minute.” He obliged, giddy about what was going to happen.

“Ready?” she asked. He nodded.

She programed it with the material on his shirt and pants and flicked the switch. There was a small hum and a glow. All of a sudden, he got yanked back onto an invisible wall about a foot behind him. Jack gasped and was surprised, looking around, trying to move all his limbs, but they were stuck like they had been glued.

“Ha!” Ginger yelped in joy. “It worked! Can you move at all?” He was struggling but nothing was moving. Ginger had the biggest smile on her face watching him slur words she couldn’t understand and incapable of any movement of his torso and limbs.

“Hey now…” Whiskey slurred a bit to Ginger. “How come you ain’t stuck up here, baby?” Ginger walked slowly up to him, about 6 inches from his face. She smiled at him as he grinned at her leaning in a bit.

“Because I’m wearing all silk materials.”

“Everywhere?” he eyed her up and down.

“Everywhere.”

“Woo, baby. Keep me strapped up here all night, Ginger!”

“Well, hold on! I’m not quite done with you yet.” She pressed a few levers and all of a sudden, his arms started to rise above his head on that invincible wall.

“Whoa, hey! Ginger, what are you doing baby?” Jack asked. “If ya just wanted me all tied up, ya coulda just asked!”

Ginger set down the controller. "See, lately you have been on a whole new level of insanity, driving me crazy! Interrupting my labs and experiences, making messes and being loud. So, I wanted to teach you a lesson in manners.”

Jack went very still. No smart comments out of his mouth. You could have heard a pin drop.

Ginger walked up to Whiskey. “See, I see how sometimes you and the other guys mess with each other, so I’ve taken some mental notes. Like Whiskey, I know you have very sensitive hips.” She reached in a grabbed them firm but not hard making him yelp and squirm.

“He-ey, now! What you playin at?” She kept moving her hands around his stretched-out ribs and hips. His face was moving back and forth, cheeks getting red. “Ba-by! Hooold onnnnn heerre! Waaaait!” He was full blown belly laughing at this point. Ginger smiled at him as he struggled and laughed.

She then went straight for his knees and thighs, making him let out a super loud squeal! A beautiful, loud, strong laughter was now filling her lab.

“What’s the matter? I thought you were a big, strong man!” Ginger joked as she lightly traced Whiskey’s abs. He was at this point gasping, coughing and weezing all at the same time. Ginger finally stepped back after a few minutes of this torture. “Now, this is a small taste of what is to come if you EVER come into my lab AGAIN without my permission! Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jack was panting, nodding his head, all sweating and breathing like he had just run a marathon. Ginger walked over and flipped a switch, dropping him to the ground with a loud thud.

“Now, I’ll kindly ask you to please get out!” He got up, still sweating, with residual giggles leaving his lips.

Whiskey stopped at the door, turned to Ginger, and said “Ginger, if you ever want to do this again, ya know where I’ll be.” He gave her a wink and a smile.

“Get out!” He jumped and shot out.

“Ugh, well that didn’t work as planned….”

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Day 28: Ellaria and Oberyn in Massage

Lee: Oberyn Martell/Red Viper

Ler: Ellaria Sand

Summary: Ellaria is giving her love a nice massage, and notices something about him.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Some suggestive comments.

“Ellaria, my love. Can you give me a back massage please? I’m quite sore and stiff from long journey yesterday.”

“Of course, Oberyn. Lay down on the bed. I’ll be over in a minute.” Ellaria loved making Oberyn feel more comfortable, especially when it was just them two. He removed his shirt and laid down on the massive bed on his stomach, with his arms above his head stretch out.

She gently walked up to him and sat on the backs of his legs for her support. With a small amount of oil in her hand, she started kneading along his strong, toned shoulders and neck muscles, which were stiff, but not any worse that she had felt in the past. She must have hit a good spot though, because he let out a small groan, so she kept massaging there.

“My dove, can you massage lower, around my shoulder blades, please?”

She smiled, nodded, and moved her hands down to his upper back. Slowly and firmly pressing, the noises he made that escaped his lips were all the confirmation she needed that she was hitting the right spots. “My prince, is this the spot?” She started leaning down with more of her tiny body weight and he let out a nice groan of agreement.

He never actually said any words though, so she stopped altogether. As much as she loved pleasing him in more ways than one, a simple, verbal acknowledgement from time to time would be nice.

“Love, why have you stopped?”

“You weren’t answering me, so I decided to wait on an actual answer, Oberyn.” She said pointedly, keeping her hands on his back.

“You would want me to give you verbal approval and praise instead of satisfying your prince?” He turned his head slightly so he could barely see her face and gave her a cocky smirk. Now, Ellaria was a strong woman who had been through a lot in her life. She had also learned all Oberyn’s cues to her on when he wanted her to submit to him.

She smiled kindly back, realizing this and said, “My love, let me rub out a few more knots in your back quickly. We don’t want you to pull anything now.” He put his face down back on the bed without any disagreement. She put a few more drops of oil in her hands and started rubbing now more weirdly, towards his sides. Unintendedly she massaged a sensitive rib causing him to flinch a bit. “I’m sorry, did I hit a sore spot?”

He shook his head no, keeping his head down. Again, with the not answering her! So, she did it again on purpose and felt his body move up and down a few times almost like he was laughing or trying to keep a laugh at bay. Hmmmm, she thought. This could be fun for her.

She now slowly took her long, manicured fingers and rubbed almost all his ribs at the same time, forcing him to stiffen up and curl on one side. He would never admit he was ticklish to her, she thought. That was probably a sign of weakness for Martell men, and he didn’t really tell her to stop, so she moved her hands down a little further, reached on his underside to his torso and massaged his hips.

At this point, he lifted them both off the bed and he flipped over, grabbing her wrists. His face got three inches from hers, and he has a small grin on it. “What are you doing, Dove?”

“What do you mean?” she asked sweetly. “You seem extra sensitive today, Oberyn. You must be really sore.” She knew exactly what he was asking her but will never admit that he was ticklish. She smiled sweetly back at him. “Are you too sore for me to finish your massage, my prince?”

“No,” he said softly, still staring straight at her with a grin. She couldn’t tell if he was enjoying this or wanted to move onto other extra circular activities.

“Ok, well, roll back over then so we can continue.” They both stared at each other for what seemed like five minutes, before he slowly rolled back on his stomach. This time, he kept his arms down at his sides, shielding her from those areas.

She went back to rubbing his back and shoulders properly, so he started to loosen up, letting down his guard a bit. She then took that opportunity to aggressively reach into his armpits and squeeze. This sent a huge jolt through his entire body lifting it off bed and make a gasp laugh sound, she had never heard! Totally worth it, she thought!

She kept massaging his armpits and also hanging on for dear life. He curled up and finally let loose a beautiful laugh he had stored up. It was like a song, but he was quick to flip over, grabbed her wrists again. He pulled her in for a strong kiss, which she returned.

“Your turn for a massage now, my love.” He said quietly with a huge smile on his face.

“I’m just fine, my prince.”

“No, I insist, you have been so generous.” He whipped out of bed so quickly and started going to his door.

“Where are you going, my love?”

“I would love a few others to join me in massaging you. Stay right here.” He was grinning ear to ear.

Uh, oh, she thought. What I have I done???

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