#end of tickletober

[trashyswitch]

Day 21: New Discovery

SCP-053 and SCP-682 get a rare, second chance to play together and learn from each other. While they interact, the SCP staff members and personnel are able to learn lots of new things about these anomolies.

Another SCP Foundation fanfic! Hope you enjoy!

D-Class Personnel are in the observation unit accompanied by General  ███, General ██████, and Dr. ██████████. Though the D-Class Personnel are new, General  ███, General ██████, and Dr. ██████████ have observed behaviors and responses to SCP-682’s body before. (See [REDACTED] For more details.) SCP-053 is released into SCP-682’s containment area. She is timid and nervous at first…only changing to surprise when she darts her eyes towards the door as SCP-682 is introduced into the room. 

SCP-053: “Kitty!” 

SCP-682 appears unsure. Though they have met once before in the past, This is SCP-053’s first time speaking to SCP-682, which may have, in turn, made SCP-682 unsure how to react. 

SCP-682: (tilts head) ...Kitty? (blinks) Am I a kitten to you?

SCP-053: Yes! Kitty, kitty, kitty!

SCP-682: (places head down) Hmm…

SCP-053 walks up to SCP-682 and hugs his nose. She looks thrilled to see him. SCP-682 appears to let out a huff of air from his nose. This in turn, makes SCP-053 giggle. 

SCP-053: Hehehe! Tickle tickle! (scratches SCP-682’s chin) Scales! Like adi-gator! 

SCP-682: (visibly smiles) Hmm? Alligator? 

SCP-053: Uh huh! 

SCP-682: You think I am an alligator? 

SCP-053: Mm hmm! gi-NORMOUS adi-gator! HUUUGE!

SCP-682: (chuckles) I am gigantic. And I am indestructible. 

SCP-053: In-dith-ru-cut-ble! (Her attempt to say indestructible?) 

SCP-682: I have made friends with artificial intelligence. Do you know what that is? 

SCP-053: (shakes head) 

SCP-682: It’s complicated. 

SCP-053 walks up to SCP-682’s long hair, and feels it. She laughs and feels it again before bringing her hand back and staring at her slightly covered hand. 

SCP-053: Hehe! It’s sliiimey! 

SCP-682: What are you doing? 

SCP-053 appears to be unbothered by the ‘slimey’ hair, and starts to braid it. We were previously unaware of SCP-053’s ability to braid hair. The descriptive word used to describe SCP-682’s hair is recorded in 682’s file. 

SCP-053: (finishes braid and looks at it) Pwetty!

SCP-682: (surprise) P-Pretty? 

SCP-053 ties up the end of the hair follicle. To our amazement, the reptile’s braid stays in. This appears to excite SCP-053, who squeals and claps her hands…only to immediately grab more hair nearby and start braiding it too. SCP-053 spends the next 30 minutes braiding the front hair sections. At 3:41pm, SCP-682’s left front side is messily braided. Due to the braids, SCP-682’s  eyes are vaguely visible. 

SCP-682: Fascinating…I can see you better. 

SCP-053: (gasps) Eyes! (pushes braids out of the way and touches the left outer eye) So pwetty!

SCP-682: (smiles) What color is my eye? 

SCP-053: Yellow like the sun awound a dark black circle. Like midnight! 

SCP-682: (chuckles) I see. So dark pupils like the night sky? 

SCP-053: Darker. And no stars. Just black, black, black. 

SCP-682: Interesting…

SCP-053: (opens her own eye with her fingers) What color are my eyes? 

SCP-682: (hums, looking closer)...I think they are brown…like tree bark…or perhaps…mud. 

SCP-053: (Smiles excitedly, walks up and places her hand on his jawline.) Do you like scwatchies? 

SCP-682: S-Scratches? 

SCP-053: (nods head) SCP-682: I…don’t know. I am rarely touched in a soft manner such as that. I am only ever injured. 

SCP-053: (immediately turns sad) Do…you want scwatches? SCP-682: (blinks)...Uhhh…Sure. 

SCP-053 quickly grows excited as she starts scratching under the left side of his jaw. This action appears to have caught SCP-682 by surprise, as the SCP is seen widening his one visible eye and lifting his tail a few feet off the ground. 

SCP-682: What is this? I…feel good. I feel…really good. (raises tail up higher) 

SCP-053: Oooh! adi-gator puppy! Scwatchies for the adi-gator puppy! 

SCP-682: Yes…I like this. It feels nice. Keep going. 

SCP-053 starts scratching with both her hands. This appears to make SCP-682 raise his head slightly higher, as if telling her to scratch further under his chin. SCP-053 seems to understand this, and allows her hands to follow in his direction. 

SCP-682: Yes…I love this. Haha. This is wonderful. I feel good. I feel very good. (wags tail lightly) Hahaha!

SCP-053: (giggles and scratches towards the front chin) 

SCP-682: Haha! Hahaha! K-Kid! That- Hahahaha! Tickles! Hahaha! Stop! 

SCP-053: Tickle tickle, adi-gator puppy! 

SCP-682: Hahaha! Hohold on! That’s not- Gahahaha! (wags tail vigorously) P-Please stop! Hahaha! P-Please! Bahahaha! 

SCP-053: Okay. (moves hands over to lower jaw) No more tickles. Just scwatchies. 

SCP-682: Haha…haha…Yes. That’s better. Scratches are good. Good scratches. 

SCP-053 appears content and happy to give SCP-682 what he wants. 

At 4:05pm, SCP-053 becomes bored and begins looking at SCP-682’s claws with intrigue. Why she’s looking at his claws is uncertain. Though personnel are hesitant to let SCP-053 touch him, SCP-682 appears compliant and docile. He watches her as she places her hand and outstretched fingers on top of SCP-682’s claw. 

SCP-053: Big claws…like a big kitty. 

SCP-682: Alligators have big claws too. And webbed feet like mine. 

SCP-053: I have person hands. Tiny people hands and tiny fingernails. 

SCP-682: Do you have toes? 

SCP-053: Ya! (takes off sock) See? (wiggles toes) 

SCP-682 appears to walk up to SCP-053’s bare foot. Personnel quickly begin to abort the mission before SCP-682 decides to devour the little girl. But all personnel stop in their tracks when they hear laughter. 

SCP-053: Hahahaha! Hahahaha- HAHahahaha! (taps ground) W-Wahahait! (slightly pulls foot back) Nahahahat the tohohohoes! (leans head back) Hahahahahahehehe! 

SCP-682: Hmm… (sniffs foot) I see. 

SCP-682 appears to open his mouth slightly, but the personnel find it hard to tell what SCP-682 is doing to her foot. Whatever SCP-682 is doing, seems to be making her cackle with laughter. 

SCP-053: HAHAHAHAhahahaha! BAHAHAhahaha! NOHO MOHORE! PLEHehehease! 

SCP-682 appears to listen to her request. SCP-053 is left giggling on the floor while SCP-682 is looking at her with what appears to be concern or worry. 

SCP-682: Are you okay? 

SCP-053: (giggling, breathless) Y…Yeah…’m okay. (sits up) I tickled you, you tickled me.

SCP-682: Yes…I suppose that was how it went. 

SCP-053: Hug? (opens arms) 

SCP-682: (thinking)...sure. One more hug. 

SCP-053 hugs SCP-682’s nose again. SCP-682 seems unbothered by this action. Rather, he looks content to be given a hug by a child. Personnel are left scratching their heads by such gentle actions…which are being provided by a creature who is classified as Keter class. Dr. ██████████ continues to document these new findings. 

After SCP-682 falls asleep in the containment unit, SCP-053 is instructed to move towards the exit door of the containment unit. She appears reluctant at first. But she soon complies and walks out of the room, not without giving him a kiss on the beak. When SCP-053 exits the room, sounds of growling and grunting from SCP-682 can be observed. SCP-682 becomes aggressive and manic, shouting for the child to come back. But Personnel in Containment suits bring SCP-053 back to her room. 

Notes: SCP-682 was observed smashing into walls and shouting for hours after 053’s exit. Though there were no casualties, we fear what will happen if SCP-682 and SCP-053 meet again. Meanwhile, SCP-053 has been observed crying in her cell, off and on for 2 days. She appears distressed and sad to have left her new friend alone. Though this second interaction with SCP-053 helped Dr. ██████████ learn more about both SCP’s, it is highly unlikely a repeat interaction will occur in the future. 

#second meeting #playing #hugs #hair braiding #toddlers #cute #fluff with a sad ending #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #switch!053 #switch!682

[cantsaythetword]

TickleTober Day 26: Claws

~A/N  - Another reader (READER !!!!) self-insert fic with the avengers (mostly Steve cause... of course! lol).

Hope you guys like it!!!

- Enoy! ~

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While Charades was usually a game reserved for Christmas time, anything was made better when you added a touch of Halloween spookiness. Especially when you and Peter got to laugh at two old men getting frustrated at each other.

"Soup!" Steve guessed. "Stew? Chef making stew? Evil chef... Baaaad Chef... Gordon Ramsey?!"

Bucky grunted in frustration and continued to act, as Peter whispered his (correct) answer into your ear.

"Chef with hat! Long pointy hat! Ratatouille?" He continued, bouncing on the edge of his seat.

"No!" Bucky groaned. "Come on! Pointy hat, stirring things, evil...?"

Steve was absolutely perplexed, the cogs in his brain ticking away to no avail. While this was funny, it was probably time to put the old dog out of his misery.

"Would it perhaps be a witch, Bucky?" You smirked, laughing at Bucky's exasperation at Steve's lightbulb moment.

"YES!" Bucky exclaimed. "It was a CAULDRON! With a POTION! And she had a HAT! And she's EVIL!"

Steve gave an indignant gasp. "Don't get all high and mighty with me, you could have done a broomstick, or long hair, or something from the Wizard of Oz!"

"What was I supposed to do, sing 'Follow the Yellow Brick Road'?!"

Peter was absolutely pissing himself laughing, as the pair went back and forth arguing over who was more incapable of playing the game.

"Maybe you guys are just too old for this." You quipped, grinning at the glares you got in response. "I'm just saying, maybe marbles is more your speed."

"You know what, how about you guess the next one." Bucky said sternly. "No help."

You grinned cockily. "Easy."

"And I'll be the actor, give you a fighting chance." Steve smirked, taking a card from the deck. His smile only got wider as he read the prompt, and something told you he wasn't just smiling at Bucky's little scoff. He stood as still as a soldier for a few moments, readying himself.

And then it happened.

His hands stretched out towards you, fingers wriggling and opening and closing over and over again sending tingles of anticipation and down your back. You squealed, hiding your face in your hands for a second or two before looking up again.

He hadn't stopped. Those hands still in that prime pre-tickling position ready to get you. How was this the card he drew?? Steve knew about your... Thing... Both how weak to it you were and (even worse) that you actually enjoyed it - plus all the embarrassment and flustered feelings that went along with it. Why did it have to be that prompt?!

"You got it yet, Y/N?" Bucky asked amusedly, leaning closer to you and giving you a poke to the side. "Come on, say it!"

You shook your head, unable to look at Steve's threatening wiggles.

"Oh come on, guess!" Bucky grinned. "Just look at his haaaands~."

Steve's hands were still going! Clenching and unclenching, fingers bent at the perfect angles for attack.

"You can do this Y/N." Peter encouraged excitedly. "It could be zombie! Or werewolf... Or-"

"Hey!" Bucky interjected. "No helping! That was the rule!"

Peter gave him a look, moving sideways to playfully sulk at Bucky's words. Leaving you alone to deal with not just one supersoldier's teasing, but two.

"Y/N, it's easy." Steve smirked. "This is used to attack people on dark, spooooooky nights!"

"That's a great clue Steve, but I don't think we can guess it just with that... It's just too haaard~!" Bucky said in a sing-song voice, smiling cheekily at you the whole time.

Peter gave a confused face, obviously not following what the two older heroes were teasing you with.

"Alright..." Steve continued, moving a step closer to you. "When people see this, they tend to get very nervous."

Your face was on fire, every word left you jumping at the slightest movement in the room.

"These tend to target softer areas of your body, for maximum efficiency..."

He wouldn't... Not in front of Peter and Bucky... Though prior experience of getting tickled by Steve disproved your theory.

"And they come out of fingers and sink into their victim..."

"CLAWS!" Peter yelled out, saving you from what felt like an eternity of torture.

You were shellshocked. Claws?? That was what was freaking you out this whole time? CLAWS?

"Peter!" Bucky groaned. "Y/N was almost there!"

Steve could obviously feel your surprise, sitting next to you on the sofa with the biggest smirk on his face.

"What? Is that not what you were thinking?" He asked innocently - though you could taste the fakeness in his voice. "I thought you were just nervous under pressure!"

Your brain had been fried from the last 5 minutes of short-circuiting teases, you couldn't form a snappy response. Which left Steve to continue his assault of words.

"Whatever could you have thought of that would get you so worked up..." He pondered, a finger tapping his chin. "It's used as an attack..."

"Makes people nervous." Bucky joined in, sealing your escape on the other side of the couch.

"Target softer areas..." Steve continued.

"And sink into their victim..."

"Oh..." Steve said in that voice. "Oh I get it..." He let out a low chuckle.

Uh oh.

"What is it Steve?" Bucky continued, playing naïve. "What were they thinking of?"

"No no no Steve please!" You begged, eyes flicking from Bucky to Steve and back again, not knowing who would start the ticklish assault. You flashed Peter a desperate help me look, but even he seemed to be catching on to the teasing.

Steve turned to you, his face looking downright evil. And out of his mouth came your least (but really most) favourite word on the planet. One that was only followed by an all-out attack from all sides, that would break you into a squealing mess. But of course, the rules of Charades means you can't say the word, you have to show it.

Actions do, after all, speak louder than words...

#fic #mine #tickletober2022 #tickletober day 26 #THIS IS LATE AF BUT ITS FINE CAUSE I KINDA LIKE IT #the ending is meh but oh well #also theres no tickles part cause it was more about the build up #consider yourself wrecked tho

[cutesmokes]

As promised, a continuation to day One of this challenge~ 

Cw: some swearing 

Day 4: weak spot

Cherry’s lips were pressed tightly against each other, fighting against the messages her nerves sent up to her brain, telling her to break down and laugh.her body went rigid, noises catching in her throat everytime the soldier’s nails grazed over her fabric covered skin. Traffic light hummed softly, almost to himself as he carefully considered every movement. He was barely touching her and he could tell she was having trouble keeping it together. His pinprick  pupils focus on her, only using his fingers to explore over her sides. 

“Hum.. I wonder where you’re the most ticklish.. For cylinder, it's his stomach and toes… is it the same for you?” 

 His words barely registered in the woman’s head, much to distracted by the butterfly flights that hit her sides. Like hell she would admit to something so childish. Through scrunched eyes and clenched teeth, she glared up at the soldier, clear mirth within her eyes threatening to spill over as she snarled. 

“f-Fuck y-you.” 

Without a response, traffic light shifted cherry so she now lay cradled in the crook of his arm, making her seem like some kind of doll. His fingers hovered over her for a moment, just adding to the butterflies that tumbled in her belly, before gently wiggling his fingers into the crook of her neck. Immediately, Cherry's shoulders scrunched up, her nose wrinkling ever so lightly as her already pink cheek grew just a shade darker. Any attention given to her neck always made mer scrunch up. It was always so cutesy, too tender and close for her heart not to flutter. It made it extremely hard for her to be sour but her neck wasn't the worst place on her body. She was a stubborn one after all. The tickling paused for just a moment as the young woman was placed onto the floor. The break lasted for just a moment, but it was long enough for Cherry to regain her bearings, only now grasping the weight of her situation. She had realized that after the monster had broken in and about stopped her heart with fright, he had attempted to do something no one had dared to do in years and she wast sure how she felt about that. Gentle fluttering lit up her nerves again as two hands worked together, targeting both of her sides at once. Cherry yelped as she was rudely pulled from her thoughts, cursing herself for letting surprised giggles slip. Traffic light chuckled, almost triumphantly at the sounds that escaped her lips. The tips of his nails scribbled into the hollow spaces between her ribs, causing the dam to burst. Loud, cherry giggles filled the air as her legs kicked out in front of her, nearly kicking the soldier as she twisted from side to side. A shriek suddenly split the air as another hand gently pressed down on her stomach, fingers flexing and wiggling into the surface, gently, yet effectively pinning her while sending her into a world of giddy butterflies all at once. Every so often, his pinky or thumb would sneak beneath the fabric, teasing the tender skin below, making her squeak. As his fingers at her sides traveled lower, her ticklish induced giggles became rapid, almost panicked as he neared her hips. Almost as if she was watching this from a distance, she could see herself shake her head, her smile wobbling as she attempted to crawl away from the claws with a constant stream of “no’s” spilling from her lips. Nothing would deter the soldier, it seemed to have the opposite effect in fact. As his hands made the slow descent, his head tilted to the side, his mischievous smirk almost dangerous. 

“Oh… I believe I found it, Cherry~.”he whispered gently as his thumbs dug into the dips. Cherry, yet again, attempted to flip over or even kick him away but nothing fazed him. Bucking, she could feel his eyes on her, causing her cheeks to ignite even brighter. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes deppened, her arms moving from grasping at his wrists to wrapping themselves around her torso, trying anything to dull the electric vibrations in her hips. If she hadn't been so busy squeezing her eyes shut, she would have seen how his own cheeks warmed softly as he watched her dissolve into a puddle. She deserved this. Not only for being rude, but also for working so hard. With how she acted, it was clear that she didn't get enough time to herself. It was… almost concerning really. While still kneading at her hip bones, traffic light gently picked the girl up again, not being able to contain a chuckle as the poor girl flopped around, kicking out as she more screamed rather than laughed. Though it nearly pierced his ears, it was refreshing somehow. He gently cradled the girl in his arm again, not really planning on stopping until he was sure that the girl had learned that it was okay to take time for herself. Cherry was too distracted to think straight, but she knew that she'd get him for this. Probably cylinder too. He was his guard dog after all. 

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It wasn't until Cherry's laugh had turned into silent wheezes did the soldier stop. Cherry lay cozy in his arms while her held her, smiling that half lidded smile he always did. Cherry was too embarrassed to do anything but lie there helplessly. She was utterly humiliated and exhausted. What she didn't want to admit out loud, however, was that she did feel lighter. Her brain was staticy but also clear- it was strange, something you couldn't explain. She sighed softly as the giant’s nails gently combed through her messy hair. Somewhere in her tussle, her hair had come loose from its ponytail, bay hairs and stray strands sticking to her blushing face. She was a mess. Traffic light didn't mind. She never wore her hair down, at least, not in front of anyone. He had to admit- she almost looked… pretty..

“You should smile more. It's good for you.” he said, his tone still teasing but had some truth hidden behind it too. Cherry groned, slapping his chest with her hand. 

“Oh shut up. I swear to God if you say anything, I will end you.” 

Traffic light just tiled his head, unaffected as he watched how she struggled to keep her eyes open, his combing fingers obviously not helping. He hummed to himself, thoughtfully. She really should smile more. Her smile was nice and her laugh wasn't so bad either. He paid no time to her warning. He'd come clean to cylinder and convince him and maybe even camera to help him get her again.                   

#the Internet went out as i was trying to write this and almost lost half of the ending 💕 #always press save or copy the last part you wrote #sfw tickling community #smokers stories™ #tickletober 2023 #ler! traffic light #lee! cherry #ATCOE tickles

[amazingmsme]

Hi! I love your fics and I was just wondering if you were posting the Mileven fic today (No pressure ofc :))

Aw thanks, I’m glad you’re loving the content! & I am posting it today, I just got behind because of homework & Halloween activities

#asks #anon ask #tickletober #& so it ends

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober 2023 Week 3 (BNHA)

@otomiya-tickles your wish is my command 💖

A/N: Fair warning—this one's a little unhinged 😵‍💫

Summary: Izuku's emotions get the better of him and, unfortunately, Katsuki gets caught in the crossfire

Characters: lee!Bakugou, ler!Deku

Izuku didn’t know how it happened. One minute he was lost in thought, minding his own business, and the next he was sat with a livid, ensnared Katsuki Katsuki, The Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, dangling only a few inches in front of him.

Katsuki had stepped into the common room to get a snack when he noticed Izuku sitting on one of the couches, clearly zoned out. I’ll leave him be, Katsuki thought. That was until four spidery black-green tendrils burst forth from the green haired boy, rapidly approaching Katsuki. They snatched each of his limbs and he was promptly flung over to that same couch.

“...Deku.” Katsuki growled, glaring at Izuku upside down.

“Ah! Kacchan!? How did you get here-oh. Oh.”

“Care to explain?”

How could he let Blackwhip get out of control again!? He hadn’t even noticed Kacchan walk into the common room. Though he had been thinking about him, thinking about his muscular physique, how he wanted to put his hands all over him and—

“Deku! Earth to Deku!”

“AH! S-sorry, Kacchan. Um, I-I really don’t know how this happened. Honest! I didn’t even know you were here!”

“Whatever, just let me go already.”

“Right, yes of course.”

He tried. He really did. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t let go.

“Uhh… About that…”

“Don’t tell me.”

“...”

“You don’t know how to release me?”

Izuku nodded, horrified.

“Alright then. Brace yourself.”

Hands tied behind his back, Katsuki set off some small explosions. It was no use.

“You could have at least picked a less humiliating position, you know!” Katsuki exclaimed. “What is this, some kind of shibari!?”

Katsuki hung like a chandelier, his wrists and ankles bound together while the rest of his body dangled freely.

“I-I-I don’t know! I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear! I wasn’t trying to do anything!”

They stared at each other for a moment.

“...What were you thinking about before this happened?” Katsuki asked.

“Uh, w-well I, uhm…”

“Spit it out!”

“I don’t think you want to know!”

“I do if it’s the only way to get me out of this damn thing!”

Deku groaned. Why this, of all things?

“I was thinking about… you…”

“And?”

“Touch—”

“Touching me!?”

“No no, not like that!!” A bright blush spread across Izuku’s face. “I was thinking about t-t-tickling you.” Izuku avoided Katsuki’s burning gaze.

“...Are you serious?”

Izuku squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. The two boys stayed silent for a moment.

“If… If that’s really the only way, then,” Katsuki started, “Can you at least take us to your room first? If anyone else sees me like this, you’re dead.”

“Right.”

Izuku cautiously stood up. Katsuki was brought up with him. Izuku almost wanted to laugh now, having calmed down after realizing Kacchan truly had no say in this. He checked to see if there was anyone in the hallway before racing as fast as he could back to his dorm. Katsuki lightly bounced up and down with every step Izuku took as he trailed behind him.

Thankfully, Izuku managed to evade everyone else on his way back. He quickly shut the door behind them and brought Katsuki over to his bed. He attempted to set him down onto it, but Katsuki ended up hovering a few inches above it instead. Izuku sighed and sat on the bed himself, facing Kacchan once again.

“Just know I’m going to get you back for this, tenfold.”

“I know.”

Katsuki tugged at his binds, testing his mobility. “Little help here?”

Unable to get a handle on his quirk, Izuku unintentionally shifted Katsuki into a classic shibari pose, his wrists and ankles now bound together behind his back. A few more tendrils burst out of Izuku against his will, securing Katsuki further still. They wrapped around Katsuki’s body in a flattering way, accentuating his form.

“Not helping!”

“Agh, I’m sorry, I can’t control it!” Izuku whined.

“Fine! Just, get on with it!”

The tendrils appeared to tighten as Izuku’s nervousness increased. Katsuki noticed this and, not wanting to prolong the situation, said, “Breathe, nerd. You're stressing your quirk out, or some shit.”

“Oh! I-I think you’re right.”

What a fascinating development, Izuku thought. Seems like I really have to go through with this in order to regain control of Blackwhip. It’s not like Izuku had never tickled Katsuki before. They used to have tickle fights all the time as kids. Being insanely ticklish, Izuku always lost. He had never gotten a real chance to test Katsuki’s limits before…

With no other choice, Izuku reached forward and placed his trembling hands on Kacchan’s waist. Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut. Blackwhip buzzed with anticipation. Izuku focused, squeezing up and down Katsuki’s sides experimentally. Katsuki inhaled sharply. Izuku moved towards Katsuki’s abs and, feeling a little more brave, dug all ten fingers in.

“Hrmph!”

Izuku could feel his nerves dying down. “Come on, Kacchan!” If we have to do this, we might as well enjoy it. “Laugh for me!”

“O-over my dead bohody!”

Izuku could feel a carnal desire festering inside of him. I must want this really badly if Blackwhip is spiraling this wildly out of control, he thought. And if this is my one chance to tickle Kacchan to pieces… I’m going to take that chance.

Blackwhip, heeding Izuku’s call from within, sprouted several more luminescent tendrils. Izuku and his new tendrils surged forward. Izuku vibrated his fingers into Kacchan’s rib cage, searching for every little sensitive spot he could remember. Two of the tendrils snaked around each of Katsuki’s legs, wriggling up his pants and tickling his knees and thighs. Two more snuck up his shirt into his armpits. Another two found his ears. The final four targeted his feet: two brushed his arches while the other two slithered in between his toes.

“BAHAHAHAHA FUHUHAHAHAHAHAHA- WHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOU- AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOAHAHAHA!”

Oh, he couldn’t handle it. Katsuki had never felt anything like this before. It was maddening, yet somehow… kind of addicting.

“IT FEELS SO WEHEHEIRD! G-GEHET YOUR DAMN QUIRK UNDER CONTROHOHAHAHAHA!”

Izuku’s eyes were glowing green. He had an indescribable look on his face—some mixture of elation and determination. He continued to explore Kacchan’s rib cage, trying to find that one spot just above his upper ribs below his arm-

GAHAHAAAAA! DEHEHEHEHEHEKU! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Bingo. Katsuki shook his head, it being the only body part he could really move. Blackwhip was still going at its respective targets as Izuku continued to massage those two little spots below Kacchan’s armpits. Katsuki felt as if his mind was turning to mush.

Izuku had never seen Katsuki like this before. He was in some kind of trance, enraptured by Katsuki’s raucous laughter and trembling form. He was enjoying this a little too much.

“P-PLEHEHEHEHEAAAHAHA! STAHAHAHAA!”

Katsuki couldn’t take much more of this. He felt like every single nerve on his body was tingling. He’d never felt this ticklish in his life. How was this even possible!? His position, the mixture of sensations, the look on Deku’s face… It was all too much. He had to do something, anything, to get out of this, but he could barely think. Is this what Deku felt like when he begged for mercy—oh!

“DEHEHEHEHEKU! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHALL MIHAHAHAHIGHT!!”

Their childhood safeword.

“Eeh? Ah!”

Izuku stopped and pulled back immediately after he processed what he had heard. Blackwhip fully retracted seconds later, depositing a dumbfounded Katsuki onto the mattress below.

“Oh, thahank Gohohod…”

“Oh my gosh, Kacchan, are you okay? What happened? I totally blanked out there!”

“I am… I am going to kill you. COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!!!”

“WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAN!?”

Katsuki tackled Izuku, grabbing his flanks and crackling harmless little explosions all over his waist, hips, and thighs.

“You’re not the only one who can use his quirk for tickle torture! How do you like it, huh!?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAI’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRY!!”

“Stupid nerd…” Katsuki said to himself, fondly. “You’ll be real sorry by the time I’m done with you!”

#tickling #intense tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober2023 #katsuki bakugou #lee!bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #ler!midoriya #ler!deku #bakudeku #blackwhip #bnha #princess scrawlings #request

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 3 - Villain

Solomon x Reader

A/N: I still think this drabble came out a bit too silly, but I hope you enjoy it everyone!

"Nothing will stop me from having my revenge. Not those demon brothers. Not the angels. Not even the Demon Prince will save you from what I will do to you."

"Chihihill out! I juhuhust tihihickled y-you! Ah! NAHAHA!"

Solomon chuckled to himself, his hands burying under your arms to tickle you mercilessly. "You will get exactly what you deserve for doing so. How dare you touch this sacred body to make me become a laughing mess? Hmm?"

You shook your head, his silly words were making you blush as your head tipped back, loud, hysterical laughter bubbling out. "SOHOHOLOMOHON, PLEHEHEASE!" 

"Cry for mercy all you want," he said, grinning mischievously at you. "No one will ever save you!" 

You shrieked with laughter. It looked like his villainous act was far from over, you wondered if you would ever survive this tickling or you would end up dying of laughter, but to your surprise, Solomon stopped suddenly, pulling out his hands from under your arms to grab your wrists and pull your arms up above your head. 

"NAHAHA! P-Plehehease, nohoho! S-Sohohol! I'm sohohorry!" You giggled nervously, pulling at your trapped arms as he easily gathered your wrists in one of his hands.

Solomon smirked at you. "Ah, now you ask for forgiveness, but weren't you so happy while you were tickling me?" 

You laughed. Well, you really did get him good. His face was still pink from laughing so much, his clothes were messy and his hair was pointing in all directions possible, but you did it for a good cause! He had been obsessed about making dinner for you both. You appreciated the gesture, you really did, but… would it be worthy to die like that? 

You loved Solomon tenderly. With no doubts, he was the love of your life, but his cooking skills, or more like the lack of them… were simply too much for you. So you were in desperate need to stop him from entering the kitchen. 

At that moment, you were facing your consequences. He was acting like the villain of a movie and though it was cringy, you could see he was having fun and his bright smile was something worthy to die for. 

"You've got no place to go now," he said, pushing your arms higher. "And you can't stop me either, so brace yourself, beautiful."

You shook your head, your eyes wide as you grinned nervously. "S-Sohohol! P-Please! I'm s-sorry! I wanted to see your s-smihile!"

"And now I want to see yours," he said and with that, his free hand descended back to your exposed armpit, making you shriek before breaking into loud, howling laughter. 

He jumped from one underarm to the other, making you jump and shriek as you laughed and laughed and laughed, but Solomon didn't just tickle your underarms, he also tickled your ribs and your neck and then moved down to your tummy and your hips and even your upper thighs. 

"PLEHEHEASE!" You cackled, squirming as best as you could. "Sohohohol, plehehease!" 

Solomon hummed, "I think… I could show a bit of mercy if a certain someone gives me a kiss?" 

"I'LL DOHOHO IHIHIT!" 

Solomon laughed, "oh, how lucky! I was thinking that that someone could be you, actually!" 

He stopped and you collapsed against the floor. He let go of your wrists not before kissing them tenderly. He then proceeded to kiss your forehead and the tip of your nose before he stopped millimeters away from your lips, still stretched into a little smile. 

"Evil always wins." 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're a silly sorcerer. Kiss me now before you change your mind." 

Solomon giggled and finally leaned down to kiss you. Even though you were tickled to tears, you survived another day without dying of food intoxication!

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober 2023 #tickletober #obey me! #obey me #solomon #reader #solomon x reader #ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #mia's things

[otomiyaa]

For the reupload requests, I was wondering if you still have the fic with Cyno/Tighnari where Cyno is getting tickled by plants? I can't find it anymore but it was so cute.

[Drabble Reupload] - I still have it yayyy, it was one of the tickletober fics in 2022 for the forest/plants theme (also on AO3). Happy to reupload it here :)

“Great job, Collei. That’s enough for today.” Tighnari smiled at Collei and she looked pretty pleased with herself too. 

“Thank you Tighnari. I’ll head back now,” she said, which only proved she thought today had been a fruitful day as well. Tighnari was proud she was learning to sense and also accept her limits gradually.

“Good idea. So meanwhile I ー” They both paused when they heard a strange sound in the distance.

“What is that?” Collei asked. Tighnari perked his ears and he nodded slowly.

“Sounds like laughter, hmhm..” 

“But… isn’t that… Cyno’s voice? It can’t be.”

Tighnari nodded again. Sharp of her to recognize the voice!

“But it is.” He listened better. “I can also hear Traveler’s voice. And Paimon’s,” he said. 

“You have great ears Tighnari. Paimon’s voice wouldn’t be hard to miss I’d say, but I can only hear laughter. Are they telling him jokes?” Collei asked.

Heh. Perhaps the Traveler was teaching Cyno how to tell a proper joke, but no, Tighnari shook his head. “Sounds more like his tickle laugh.”

“T-tickle laugh?” Collei asked. Tighnari nodded seriously. 

“It’s a kind of laugh I’m quite familiar with I must say. Cyno just has this specific sort of laugh when he is tickled. Hmm… Doesn’t sound like a tickle fight though. Let’s go take a look.”

Collei nodded and followed him eagerly. They followed the remarkable sound of laughter, heading deeper into the forests until Cyno’s laughter got louder and clearer.

“Ah, Tighnari! Good you’re here!” Paimon cried. Aether was also there indeed, and they looked a little lost. Tighnari could see why. Up in the air was Cyno, wrapped up in vine plants that were eh, yes, tickling him.

“Tighnahahari! Mahahake them stohohop!” Cyno laughed, struggling against the plants that attacked him with the pretty clear intent to tickle, if not, Tighnari wondered what they were trying to do.

“We didn’t know what to do. We figured they seem harmless and didn’t want to damage the plants but, it was also difficult to help him out,” Aether explained calmly. 

“Hahaharmlehehess? T-thehehese ahahare mehehercilehehess!” Cyno laughed. Tighnari smiled fondly to see him laughing so much. He glanced sideways at Collei who seemed astonished that this was the ever so serious Cyno. 

“It must be destiny, Cyno!” Tighnari said. “These were planted from the mysterious seeds you found at that temple in the desert. Though I did not figure their origin yet, I did not expect they would grow to be like this,” Tighnari explained.

“Ahahalright buhuhut plehehease hehelp me out aahaha!” To Tighnari’s surprise, the vines wrapped even more tightly around Cyno’s wrists and stretched him out in this helpless and vulnerable position as they flicked the ends of more vines and even leaves against his exposed torso that was just too sensitive for such treatment. 

Tighnari chuckled and started to use his dendro powers in an attempt to control the mysterious plant. When this did not work, he turned to the traveler.

“Traveler, may I have a hand?” Aether nodded and blew him up with the use of his anemo powers. Tighnari grabbed onto the plant and worked some more all while he could enjoy Cyno’s laughter close to his ear. Though a little too close.

“You’re loud, Cyno,” he sighed.

“I cahahant hehelp ihihit whahaha! Get mehehe out!” he cried. It took some more efforts but Tighnari finally managed to free Cyno from the plant, and he carried him in his arms as he jumped back to the ground. Cyno’s arms were wrapped around his neck and he gasped for breath.

“T-that surprised me,” he panted. 

“Me too,” Tighnari admitted. Cyno was so tired he didn’t even bother moving his arms from around his neck even after Tighnari lowered him, and he enjoyed the feeling of this awkward hug.

“Are you alright?” Paimon asked. Cyno nodded.

“I’m fine. It just really knew where to tickle me,” he sighed. Tighnari giggled and winked at Collei who was so taken aback by the whole display. 

“Would you guide Collei back home, Traveler? I’ll take care of Cyno,” Tighnari said as if Cyno was a wounded patient. Well, maybe his ego was wounded a little. He chuckled.

“Alright. Let’s go Collei,” Aether said to Collei who smiled and went with him.

“S-see you guys later,” she chirped. Cyno finally let out a long sigh and slid to the ground.

“That was exhausting,” he said. Tighnari laughed and sat beside him.

“It’s quite the mysterious plant. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said, reaching out to casually tickle Cyno’s tummy. Cyno gasped and curled up.

“Tighnari!” he whined. Heh, he was so cute.

“You’re so ticklish. Of course that plant couldn’t help itself,” he said, bending over Cyno and tickling him some more, his fingers wiggling playfully against his bare sides.

“Wah- hehehey I got enough of thahahat!” he laughed, rolling back, but Tighnari kept going after him and tickled Cyno some more until he was even more breathless.

“Ahahalright! Alright alreheheady!” Cyno laughed until Tighnari stopped tickling him, and they both looked at each other.

“Will you help me research the plant?” Tighnari asked. Cyno blushed.

“I don’t know much,” he muttered.

“I mean, if the plant would tickle me, I might need a hand as well,” Tighnari said. It was such entertainment to see the look on Cyno’s face change at the realization he might be able to witness Tighnari getting tickled by the same plant that got him.

“O-oh, right! Of course,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll stay and help,” he offered. Tighnari giggled.

“Good.” It was always nice to spend more time together with Cyno, and no matter what was going to happen with the plant, he was sure they were going to have a lot of fun!  

#reupload #genshin impact #cynonari #tickling #tickle fic #cyno #tighnari #otomiya-tickles #otomiya!writes

[gaybananabread]

Hi I love your fics! I was wondering if you could write a lee bakugo and ler best jeanist? If your requests are closed you can just ignore this, I thought it could be cute though!

Have a great day! Remember to take care of yourself!

TickleTober Day 2 - Accidental

Okay, kinda lucked out! I was gonna wait till November to do this request, but I liked the pairing and needed an idea. You didn't request it as TickleTober, but that's what it is now. Changes nothing, just gives me an excuse to write it as such lol. Ignore any sewing-term errors, I don't sew anything. Anywho, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Best Jeanist

Summary: Jeanist thought that Bakugou's suit needed some special touches. The blonde obviously protests, leading to some rather giggly measurements.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Bakugou's hero suit was…well, it wasn't bad. It just lacked a certain flair the pro hero was looking for. So, with him mentoring the teen and all, Jeanist thought it his responsibility to spruce up the slightly drab suit.

The rapidly approaching fall season was a decent inspiration for him. With fall comes the changing of leaves, carving of pumpkins and cooler weather. Jeanist made sure to insulate the suit, knowing the blonde needed to sweat for his quirk to work. He kept the theme mainly orange, yellow and black, adding in a few splashes of green for style. 

By the end of his lunch break, he had drawn up a new seasonal suit for Bakugou. It was time for the hard part: getting his measurements without the boy exploding.

“I don’t need a new suit! Nothin’s fucking wrong with it!” Bakugou was not putting up with another change. His poor hair had been the first change. That damn comb over…he’ll never get over it. Now he wanted to switch up his suit design? Fuck that.

The pro hero sighed, expecting this reaction. “No need to be so dramatic. It’s just a little…seasonal makeover. Trust me, you’ll be much happier.” Bakugou huffed, shaking his head. Yeah right, he had said the same thing about the hairstyle…

Bakugou's choice of words wasn't his best idea. He was getting a bit pissy, letting his temper get the best of him. "Fuck off. My suit is fine, no more makeovers!" He glared at the pro, but that temper faded when he saw the look on his face. The look that meant Jeanist was done with his shit.

"Quite the mouth on you. I believe I said something about censoring your f-bombs, did I not?" Threads flew towards the teen, wrapping around his limbs and getting him positioned. When Jeanist was done, Bakugou was standing tall, his arms and legs spread just enough to get perfect measurements. "I would say 'stand still', but I don't think that'll be an issue now."

A bit dramatic, but he needed it. Bakugou thrashed and tugged on the thread, but everytime one broke, three more were quick to replace it. Jeanist was careful not to hurt the boy, just restrain him. "The fuck?! Get these damn threads offa me!" 

The pro rolled his eyes, grabbing his measuring tape and approaching him. "What did I just say?" Jeanist first ran the tape around his chest, getting the bust measurements. He wasn't expecting the other blonde's gasp when his fingers grazed his ribs. "Bakugou…are you hurt?"

Shit… "No, go away! Get these damn threads away from me!" He tried thrashing his way out, but nothing was working. Jeanist was too good at keeping him in place.

"Bakugou, if you're hiding an injury, you're only hurting yourself more. I only think less of you for getting injured if you don't tell me about it." His tone was serious. The pro didn't mess around when it came to his others' well-being. Giving Bakugou a stern look-over, he could tell the explosive teen wasn't lying. But if he wasn't injured, why'd he gasp? Jeanist knew he wasn't getting a straight answer; best to run a test…

Ignoring his protests, Jeanist got back to measuring. He did the bust measurements one more time, his fingers grazing Bakugou's ribs again. The teen was prepared, though, biting his cheek to keep quiet.

Okay, no noise that time…moving onto the waist. He moved the tape down, fiddling with the ends of it to find the exact measurement. He pressed his fingers against the boy's lower stomach, taking mental notes of the numbers. 

Bakugou's breathing was a bit shaky, his cheek starting to hurt from biting it so hard. Why couldn't Jeanist measure somewhere that wasn't ticklish? Literally any other place would have been fine. He just had to start with his ribs. Things only went downhill from there…

Now for hip girth. The tape was moved once again, running around his hips. Bakugou struggled not to react when he felt his mentor's fingers brush his hips. He could feel his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment and stupidity of his situation getting to him. 

Jeanist heard how shaky his breathing was getting, glancing up at the teen's face. What he saw shocked him. A blushing Bakugou, struggling not to smile. Why would he…wait a minute. He got a wonderful idea. And oho, it was perfect. 

The measuring tape was pulled away, Best Jeanist's fingers leaving his torso. Bakugou huffed, sparing a glance at his mentor. He instantly regretted it. The pro hero's smile was as wide as it was mischievous. The measurements were done for now, he could've released him; but he didn't. He knew. Bakugou was fucked. 

"Jeanist I- don't you FUCKING dare! I'll blow you into the stratosphere! Back off!" The blond pulled at his thread restraints, but Jeanist was too good with his quirk. He could barely wiggle around, much less escape.

The pro hero chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow, again with the language. What's it gonna take for you to clean up your act, Bakugou?" He tucked his arms behind his back, slowly getting closer to the teen. He knew exactly what it would take. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with his temperamental mentee. 

"Maybe…something like this?" He went behind the teen, squeezing his side. Bakugou huffed, jerking as much as the threads would allow. How were things as simple as threads keeping him restrained so well? 

"Lemme go! I swear, if you touch me one more time, I'll fucking blast you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before Jeanist squeezed his side again, cutting his words off with a yelp. "There's that word again. You've really got to stop using it. Children aren't going to want to be near a hero who uses such scary language." 

To be completely honest, Jeanist didn't really care how the boy spoke. It wasn't up to him, he wasn't going to dictate how he communicated. Still, the cursing gave him an excuse to tickle the other blonde. An excuse he wasn't about to let go of.

Deciding to just go for it, Jeanist scribbled across the teen's stomach. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Baku's poorly-restrained giggles. He wasn't putting up much of an effort to conceal them anymore. "Shihit- nohoho! Get ohohoff!" 

It was nice to hear the aggressive, loud teen giggle like that. After all, he was still a kid. A teenager, yes, but still a kid. The boy deserves to laugh. And, by the looks of it, he doesn't really mind. 

"You'd think that you would stop cussing, but no. Honestly, do you ever learn your lesson?" The wiggling fingers move upwards, heading for his ribs. Bakugou's giggling got louder, still lighter and bubbly. At least he was on the right track.

Jeanist slowly moved up Bakugou's ribs, scribbling between each bone. The teen squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, his pink cheeks deepening to a vibrant red. The giggling was now borderline laughter. Just needed that one extra notch to get there.

"Goho awahahay, ohohold mahahahan!" The pro scoffed, pausing his tickling for a second. That kid was in for it now… "Old man?! I'm 35, thank you very much! That's a perfectly normal age for a hero. I think you need a lesson in manners…" 

The pro's hand suddenly darted upwards, scribbling mercilessly on the spot where his underarms meet the top of his ribs. Bakugou all but screamed, loud cackles replacing his giggling. "NOHOHO! GEHEHET- NOHOT THEHEHERE!" 

Jeanist just chuckled as he continued his ticklish fun. He was enjoying himself, seeing his mentee laugh like that. The boy never let loose besides fighting, it was a nice sight. "There we go, improvement. No insults, and not one swear word!" He didn't really have a definite reason for tickling Bakugou, besides the fact that it was fun. Excuses would help, though.

Laughter echoed around Jeanist's office, bouncing off the walls and lively the place up. The denim-clad pro experimentally squeezed Bakugou's hip, smirking at the squawk he got in return. His fingers moved away from the teen's death spot, fully moving his hands down to focus on his hips. 

"OHOHO MY- IHIHI'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU!" Bakugou was trying to continue his sort-of squirming, but he was tiring out. The tickles, paired with that morning's training and patrol, had him beat. He managed to keep his head held up, laughing as the pro went at his hips. 

His thumbs drilled into the boisterous teen's hips, smirking as he pulled laugh after laugh out of him. The kid definitely had a nice one; much better than his normal demented cackling. His eyes wandered down to Bakugou's legs, questioning if they'd be half as his upper body. Lucky for him, he forgot a measurement. 

"Oh, my bad! I forgot to measure your inseam! We'll need to take care of that, now won't we?" Jeanist pulled the measuring tape from his pocket once again, holding it against Bakugou's thigh. Only this time, he actually poked around the area, purposefully tickling him while getting the measurement.

Thigh tickles are a completely different experience from anywhere else on the body (imo). As such, Bakugou's laugh was a brand-new shade of adorable. The fiery teen giggled and squeaked, pitchy laughter replacing his cackles.

"CohOHOme ohohon! Youhuhu AHA- uhum,  j-jeheherk!” To his mentor’s surprise, Bakugou actually filtered his language. True, he had begun to call him an ass, but he took the effort to stop himself. It was kinda cute, even if he didn’t truly care about the other blonde’s language.

Jeanist chuckled, easing up on his student’s hips. “Would you look at that, he can learn. All it took was some tickling!” Said student groaned, his cheeks reddening as Jeanist said the word. Normally, he can hear and say the word just fine. That time, however, he was being teased and restrained by someone he looked up to. It’s waaay harder to stay composed when you’re giggling like an idiot.

Finally, the tickling and teasing got to him. Bakugou actually tapped out. He didn’t exactly say “uncle” or anything, but he did say one word that hadn’t been spoken since Jeanist started. “S-STOHOHOP IHIT! JeHEHEAnihihist noho mohOHORE!” 

And stop it he did. The pro hero pulled his hands away as the threads holding Bakugou in place snapped. The teen fell forwards, a bit dazed from laughing so hard for so long. Jeanist caught the giggly student before he could hurt himself. “Woah, careful. I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Bakugou shook his head, hiding his red face in his mentor’s shoulder. “Sh-shuhuhut uhup…” That was the only response he needed to know that everything was fine. The older blonde wrapped his arms around him, keeping the boy upright and letting him know that there was no judgment. 

“Alright, I’ll stop. Still, you have to admit you enjoyed yourself just a little.” Bakugou groaned, weakly punching his mentor’s side. That just made him laugh and muss up the teen’s hair. “I’ll take that as another yes.” 

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Jeanist’s head as he remembered the whole reason the silliness started. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that I’ve got your measurements, I can start on your new suit!” He walked over to a nearby couch, laying the teen down to rest. Bakugou wasn’t totally spent, but he could use a breather. He grumbled something, but didn’t protest any. He wanted a quick nap, and knew Jeanist wouldn’t tease him for it. 

The pro went over to his personal work-area, grabbing the fabrics for Bakugou’s new suit. Hopefully, by the time his student woke up, he would have a starting point on the garment.

Their playful exchange had given him some good ideas on where to add extra padding, as well as some pops of color. Bakugou might have been a bit temperamental, but he was a good kid. A good kid deserves a good suit. As he cut the first length of fabric, he thought of the happy smile that was on his mentee’s face as he tickled him. He would have to take measurements more often…

#mha tickle #lee!bakugou #ler!best jeanist #ticklish!bakugou #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #my hero academia tickle #mha tickling #bnha tickle #mha bakugo #mha best jeanist #tickletober

[lopsicle]

Hi, @fictitious-fluff I’m your Squealing Santa!’I’m sorry this came out in the latter end of December, the holiday season was busy for me and this was my first tickletober!!

This was really fun to write, the prompts you left helped a ton as well!! Hope you enjoy it!!

It’s Not Like I Don’t Like It

Summary: During one of Caine’s adventures, the group splits off into pairs which leads to some very interesting discoveries between Jax and Ragatha.

Characters: Ler! Jax, Ler! Ragatha, rest of the TADC cast

Warnings: Tickle Fic

In The Amazing Digital Circus™, it’s residents could only be sure of one thing. Life would never be dull, whether they liked it or not. It took Pomni some getting used to, much like the rest of the circus members and just like everyone else, she still had no idea what to expect. Whether it was being strapped to a target and having knives thrown at you, being pulled out of a hat, having your limbs played around with like they were apart of a mix and match set, the possibilities were endlessly terrifying. Caine just couldn’t understand how to please them.

He’d set them off on another adventure today, lazily dubbed ‘Sticky Situations’, chosen from a list of hundreds and hundreds of repeated activities for them to be forced into enjoy. The adventure was simple enough though, everyone would be split into pairs and forced to stay with their partner until they found a key that would allow them to separate. And because Caine’s adventures could never be simple, if someone stepped too far away from their partner, they’d be shocked.

The pairings were odd, but fun. Pomni and Kinger, Gangle and Zooble and Jax and Ragatha. Surprisingly, Ragatha was the one to be outraged first.

‘Him?!’ She cried, stomping her foot against the ground and making an over-exaggerated gesture towards Jax. The rabbit looked offended for a moment, his ears growing stiff at the top of his head before he smirked, his beady eyes getting a little wider.

‘Aw, don’t you wanna spent time with me, Dollface?’ He teased, not caring for her answer, just wanting to agitate her. Zooble shot the man a look which he just shrugged off while Pomni looked sympathetically towards Ragatha. She took a step towards the woman, wanting to comfort her but as she was finding the words, another voice overpowered the room.

‘Now that the pairs have been selected, you all have FIVE SECONDS,’ Caine screeched energetically, his eyes popping out of his head for a moment, ‘to stand next to your partner!’

Almost immediately, a pair of hands scooped the small jester up from behind, pulling her away from the red haired woman.

‘Phew, Pomni, I was worried you were gonna get electrocuted!’ Kinger fretted, totally oblivious to what she was trying to do. Pomni nodded along awkwardly, deciding to go along with it.

Begrudgingly, Ragatha made her way other to Jax who decided to stay put, not caring enough to move and knowing his partner wouldn’t risk getting shocked. She had a face like a slapped bulldog though, frowning with her arms crossed over her chest, staring away from the taller man.

‘Alrighty then, enjoy the games and have a spectacular time!’ Caine announced, waving goodbye to the circus crew before disappearing to who knows where. Most of them dissipated fairly quickly, some of them even looking forward to their new pairings. Neither of those were applicable to Jax or Ragatha.

‘Are you gonna move anytime soon?’

Ragatha asked impatiently, Caine’s explanation wasn’t the best; she didn’t know how far she could get from Jax and she didn’t feel like getting shocked.

‘Mmm,’ Jax looked up at the ceiling, pretending to think before staring back down at Ragatha, ‘nah.’

Ragatha’s eye twitched in annoyance, looking about ready to explode in anger at him already. While that would normally be amusing, Jax didn’t have the luxury of retreating as he got an earful of frustrated rants, instead opting to grab Ragatha’s arm and yank her along as he walked.

‘Come on then, let’s get this over with before you throw a tantrum,’ Jax teased her but Ragatha decided not to fight it this time. At least he was actually doing something.

It goes without saying that so far, this was one of their worst adventures yet. They didn’t know how that was possible after going through what felt like an eternity of them, but this easily my took the cake. Their bodies awkwardly bashed into each other to other being shocked, they hadn’t said a word to each other since they started walking and they had no idea where to find the key to free themselves from this God awful social prison. It felt like they were running around in circles inside the circus, and the silence was not doing good for Ragatha’s mental state. The worrying woman was just staring at the floor, questioning if they’d ever find this key. It wasn’t abstracting levels of bad, but it was easy to see that it was taking a toll on her. Even for someone like Jax.

He thought of what to do for a bit, it would be so easy to just ignore it, and Ragatha would deserve it for how she’d treated him today…but this trip was boring enough as it was, the last thing he needed was for them to just not talk.

‘Hey, redhead,’ the rabbit called out abruptly, poking her where her ribs would be with a gloved hand. It took all of her willpower to not jump back and get the both of them electrocuted, though her eyes did widen as a loud squeak exited her mouth. Ragatha covered her mouth afterwards, like she was trying to force the reaction back in before looking down at Jax, whose grin had grown ten times wider. Her eyes narrowed at him, almost like a warning to not say anything. And he didn’t say anything, he just burst out laughing.

‘Pffthahaha, oh my Gahahd, dolly, your ticklish! That’s fuckin’ priceless!’ Jax nearly doubled over laughing, clutching his sides while Ragatha just looked around worriedly, her face getting redder and redder as she hoped no one was hearing him.

‘Shut up, Jax, it’s not that big of a deal!’ Ragatha exclaimed, but her words were honestly true. She doubted anyone else in the circus would care about the grand reveal of her being ticklish of all things, it may be a little interesting to Pomni who was still getting the hang of things here, the only person reacting to it were the two of them. Even then, she should’ve expected something like this from Jax, but being teased about being ticklish was especially flustering to her. Mainly because she…liked it. It was hard not to like to her, it was all warm and fuzzy and made her all squirmy, how could she not enjoy being tickled? Plus, it was like having her real, non-rag doll body again, it reminded her of being a real person outside the circus.

‘Oh, this is a huge deal! I can’t believe it took me this long to find this out…hey, whatcha say we make up for lost time?’ Jax said, his yellow smile getting even wider, taking a soft step closer to Ragatha. The doll in turn, looked up near him, not having the confidence to face Jax directly, especially with her face being so red. She opened her mouth but it was like her insides were completely empty, she couldn’t get anything out of her mouth. Not waiting for an answer, Jax’s hands shot down to Ragatha’s sensitive sides, immediately squeezing at them.

‘Jahahahahahahax!!’ Ragatha shouted from the touch, her hands clasping right over her mouth as her eyes went wide. The woman’s feet tapped against the floor repeatedly, doing her best to not move away. This really was the best worst possible scenario for her.

‘Yeeessss, Dolly?’ The man asked, acting like nothing was wrong here. His dexterous fingers crawled over to Ragatha’s tummy, scratching against the fabric of her dress. Curiously, he was starting to notice how she wasn’t really trying to squirm away from his fingers, it looked like she was bucking into them actually.

‘C-cahahahahan you nanahahahat?!’ The redhead ruffed, struggling to get her words out properly through all her laughter.

‘Well, Raggedy, I don’t think you want me to not,’ Jax mimicked her fractured speech just to tick her off more, but the woman seemed far more preoccupied with the fact that Jax was catching on so easily that she enjoyed this. Of course Jax of all people had to find out, this would be the worst for her! Though, it wasn’t like he stopped tickling her yet…maybe she could enjoy this for a little longer.

‘Juhuhust, shuhuhuhut up!’ Ragatha pouted, tilting her face away from Jax who pulled his hands away for a second, earning a disappointed look for a second. His eyes looked wider and intense, yet somehow had a playful shine in them.

‘Oh, no, no, no, you do not get to tell me to shut up and get away with it!’ Jax called her out before shooting his hands right under her armpits. And that was when Ragatha started screaming.

‘WAIAHAHAHAT, NAHAHAT THEHERE!!’ The woman’s arms clung to her sides instantly, squirming about on the spot with a desperate expression taking over her blushing face. Jax had gotten really lucky just now and landed on her death spot, though she wasn’t complaining. It was sort of relieving in a way, she’d be anxious of him finding this out ever since this tickling attack started so it felt like a weight was lifted now that this was out of the way.

Though, Jax was absolutely loving this. He wouldn’t admit that now that he knew Ragatha actually enjoyed getting tickled, well he didn’t know but it was pretty obvious, but being able to make her screech and laugh was definitely going to be a way for him to kill the time. He messily grabbed at her wrists, clumping them up to hold them with one hand. Then, he raised her arms above her head, leaving that precious death spot of hers on display.

Ragatha tried to wiggle her way out of his grip but it was pretty useless, a couple loose giggles of anticipation slipped out of her mouth, staring over at the rabbit to see when he was going to strike.

‘Alright, let’s see if you can handle this!’ He announced, treating it like it was some game. His fingers began messily poking around the hollows of her armpits to start with, but it quickly morphed into fast, deep scratching against her sensitive skin which drove the woman insane.

‘NAHAHAHAHAHA, I CAHAHHAAHHAN’T!!’ Ragatha admitted instantly, dropping all sense of embarrassment or shame about getting tickled by Jax. Bouncing around on her feet, Ragatha felt like if she was tickled for another second was going to die, or at least get the two electrocuted. While Jax may not care about the first one, he didn’t want to get shocked too and decided to take some pity on the woman.

His hands left her armpits, leaving them with a slight tingling sensation but for the most part, Ragatha recovered pretty quickly. Her face still had a red sheen to it but the shock and horror of the tickling session was passing her now. Until Jax spoke up.

‘Oh, I am so telling everyone about this.’

‘Don’t you dare!’

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc jax #jax #ragatha #tadc ragatha #ler jax #ler! jax #lee ragatha #lee! ragatha #ticklish ragatha #pomni #kinger #squealing santa 2k23 #squealing santa

[writer-kermit]

sweet like candy.

❥ PAIRING: NANAMI KENTO × GN!READER

❥ GENRE: SMUT

❥ COMMISSIONED OR SELF-MADE: SELF-MADE

❥ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

ঞ~SUMMARY: It's the night of Halloween. And your lover Nanami Kento is certainly in for a treat.

ᰔ KERMIT'S NOTE: I LIVE! I HAVE RISEN BACK ONCE MORE! I like to apologize for my lack of posting. I've been really busy with work and I lacked motivation for the past few months. As a celebration of TickleTober, I've decided to create this fic. I will try my best to write more. And thank you to the people who stuck around! If you want commissions, DM me or visit my Ko-Fi. If you want, I'm also drawing commissions too! Thanks for the support!

P. S: I had no specific prompt I just did all of them (almost)

ʚ WARNING: NSFW, Sensual biting, Teasing, Erotic Tickling, Overstimulation, MINORS!! PLEASE GO AWAY.

It was that time of year again—the year when children would wear their most flamboyant costumes and wander around the luminous and chilly neighborhood. The children would knock on each home, hoping to receive something good to eat. Upon their next home, they would meet a particular house that wasn’t fond of trick-or-treaters. That house was none other than the Kento’s residency.

The house looked empty and eerie. You could’ve mistaken it for an actual haunted house. Those who were cocky enough to knock on the door will meet with a surprise.

A go-away sign? Welp, better luck next time kids; Nanami Kento doesn’t celebrate Halloween.

Ah yes, Hallow’s Eve. Nanami’s least favorite holiday. Not because he’s an envious adult, but because he hates the obnoxious noises he’ll have to endure until late at night.

You, however–enjoyed the thriller nights. You’d gaze at the children running along the neighborhood in search of some candy. You missed the times you’d trick-or-treat with your friends and family. As you slowly closed your bedroom window, you turned to your lover Nanami, who was too busy watching the latest horror movie.

“Oh Kento,” you sighed, “don’t you miss trick-or-treating as a kid?” Nanami flicked his eyes at you before quickly peering back at the television. “I don’t like Halloween that much.” He stated. “And why is that?” You asked, now sitting beside him. “There is no reason. I merely enjoy the alluring night when Halloween comes to an end.”

"I knew you’d say something like that.” You chuckled. “I guess you’re right,” Nanami smiled. “But there is one thing I like about this holiday.” A cocky smirk curved on your lips. “I bet it’s the candy, right?” You gestured. Nanami looked at you casually. He then pulled you into bed, making you lie down.

“You’re correct. How did you know, dear?” He asked. “Hehehe… You’re always a sucker when it comes to sweet things.” You replied. Nanami chuckled at your comment. “I will admit that,” He hummed, “But there is this one rare candy that I’m fond of nowadays.” As Nanami says that, he gets on to of you, making you anxiously giggle. “I wonder what this new candy is called,” You replied. “It’s called the [....] special. It’s currently my favorite.” “Oh yeah?” “Yes. And I’m dying to know the flavor.”

Wasting no time, Nanami pressed his lips against yours. He kept your tongue preoccupied as his hands crept under your shirt, his fingers gently caressing your tummy. He then pulled back from the kiss leisurely, awing at the feverish look plastered on your face.

“Mmm… Just as I thought,” Nanami husked. “You are sweet like candy.” He then kissed your neck, making you gasp in surprise. You moan softly between his kisses, almost tickled by his lips against your skin. A shy giggle escaped your lips as he gently tugged your skin.

“W-wait…” You whispered. “Ken…that tickles…” Nanami’s ears rang to know you were ticklish. A small smirk curved on his lips. “Is that so?” He teased. “Would you like me to stop then?” “N-no! I don’t hate it or anything. It’s just that this feeling is unusual.” You said. Nanami gave you a reassuring kiss. “Shall we sort out this unusual feeling together?” He asked you. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hesitate. However, you couldn’t help but nod for the thrill of it.

You watched Nanami as he pinned your arms above your head. “Keep your arms up. You can do that for me, right?” He asked you. “That depends on what you’re gonna do.” You remarked.

Nanami didn’t reply to your response. Instead, he let his calloused fingers do the talking. He slowly rubbed the palms of your hands, radiating a ticklish feeling.

His fingers slowly descend, now getting dangerously close to your underarms. You tried squirming away without pulling down your arms. But Nanami was quick to straddle you. His fingers scribbled across your poor armpits without warning, forcing you to pull your arms down.

“Ehahaha! W-wait! Wahaihaihait!” You squealed. “Wait for what?” Nanami cooed. “Don’t tell me you’re backing down so soon.” “N-not true!” You recoiled. “I just wasn’t ready! That’s all.” “You don’t have to be ready, sweetheart.” He replied. “Now, keep those arms up. Don’t even think about pulling them down.”

“Nn…” You whined, slowly putting your arms back up–only for Nanami’s fingers to attack you again. Scribbling and scratching against your poor ribs. You arched your back almost instantly. Your head turned from side to side as the tickling was unbearable.

“AHhnn! Kentohoho wait!” You pleaded, clenching your fist together. “I’m sorry baby. But I already lost my patience with you.” Nanami hummed, nuzzling against your neck. His hands slowly spider across your sides and back. “Nooahahaa! P-please, slohohow down!”

Nanami found peace through your whines and pleading. He dipped his head down to your stomach, planting tiny kisses and nibbling across your sensitive skin.

“I love this cute tummy…” Nanami muttered, his hot breath grazing your skin. “It’s soft and warm like baked bread. Wouldn’t you agree [....]?” Your words became inaudible. A mixture of laughter and moans escaped from your lips.

Nanami chuckled at your state, enjoying the lovely noises you made for him. He continued teasing your tummy. His hands clawed on your hips to keep you in place. Suddenly, his tongue slipped inside your navel, tickling you in a frenzy of hysterical laughter.

“HEEHAH!” You shrieked, right before covering your mouth with your hands. “And this adorable belly button,” Nanami teased, “It’s sensitive hm?” You only giggled and shook your head. “You liar….” He cooed, gently blowing at your navel. As he went further down, he stared at your twitching sex.

“[....],” Nanami sang to you, “don’t tell me you’re getting aroused just from me tickling you.” “Hehehe! N-no!” You panicked, pressing your legs together. “I-it’s not like that at all…” “It’s not? Then why so shy love?”

Nanami slowly spread your legs apart, revealing your aching spot. You let out a squeaky moan in surprise when Nanami’s fingers stroked you lustfully. You watched him hazily as he peeled your remaining undergarments.

“It seems like the [....] added a new flavor.” He joked. Nanami then grasped your inner thighs as he leveled his head at your sex. His breath only inches away from you. He then looked up at you again, taking detail of your shallow breaths and heated face. “Thank you for the treat….” He rasped.

Nanami then wrapped his lips against your sex. His tongue was light and gentle. Yet the sensations rushed through your body. You moaned happily as he growled and moaned against your sex. “Ahahaha… K-Kento… Kento…” You moaned, bucking your hips repeatedly. Nanami let out reassuring hums as he massaged your hips, stimulating you further.

“Your flavor…” Nanami grunted, “It’s so enticing. I want more of it… I want more of you…” He kissed your lips with hunger, and you melted into the kiss almost instantly. You then felt something poke your thigh. You then had an idea.

“Oh Kento,” You sang, “did you know that there’s a new candy in stores?” “Hm? What’s it called?” Nanami asked. “The Nanami - Delux. I assumed you heard of it.” His lips turned into a curt smile. “Suppose I have,” he replied, pulling out his leaking cock. “Are you willing to take responsibility?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Perhaps. I’ve been dying to know your flavor.”

#writing #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen fic #jujustu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen tickling #jjk #jjk fic #jjk smut #jjk tickling #Nanami Kento #nanami kento fic #nanami kento smut #nanami x you #nanami x reader

[dokidoki-muffin]

BANANA FISH - ASH | SHORTER A lynx in a hood.

Another repost of an old fic as part of Tickletober (trapped) 🤭 Same as last time with a redraw ✨✍💖👌 I hope you enjoy it 🤭💖

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Summary: Ash is staying over at Shorter’s place and gets his clothes mixed up. Shorter’s try to help his best friend quickly gets out of hand 😅

Notes: Beware ~ lots of tickles ahead 😉 (And cursy words 😂💥) It also contains a tiiiiiny hint of ShorAsh 🤭🙃 (Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my native language 😆) Another fic that is 3 years old! 😂🙈 And long af 😬🤣😲 But since a lot of you seemed to like the last Banana Fish fic I shared from the DokiDoki Timeportal I decided to revisit this one as well 🤗💪✨💖

Word Count: 4754

Shorter couldn't suppress a loud cackle as he turned around on the couch, placing his phone on the coffee table. 

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked the blonde teen, appearing in the doorway to the living room of Shorter's resident in Chinatown, swearing like a trooper. There he was, his genius best friend, who could indeed be impersonated grace, when he wanted to, bundled up in a hoodie that was just way too small, even for his slender frame.

"Well, what does it look like, moron?!" Ash snarled back, desperately trying to free himself from this tiny piece of clothing, looking very much like a lunatic in a straitjacket. He hated to admit it, but he was helplessly stuck.

Curiously approaching the adorable mess that stood in front of him, struggling to bring that hoodie back over his head, Shorter took a closer look.

"Oh..." he noted softly, eventually recognizing the red hoodie Ash was “wearing” as one of Sing's. They must have been mixed up in the laundry somehow. Knowing Ash’s morningly survival capabilities, it didn’t take a lot of deducting skills to visualize how one thing must have led to another.

Ash had been staying over for a few days now, after finally giving in to Shorter's continuous attempts to invite him to his place. To his own surprise, he had ended up enjoying it quite a lot. Somehow he just got swept along by the older boy's upbeat personality, making him feel like a normal fifteen-year-old boy once in a while. But even for a skinny fifteen-year-old boy, this hoodie was a hopeless case. 

"Need a hand?" Shorter asked his friend, who kept on squirming furiously. He even had to swallow down a giggle, seeing Ash blush slightly at these words, averting his eyes in embarrassment. The Blonde truly seemed to hate when he couldn't sort out his problems on his own. But in the end, he didn't have much choice. Displeased, he eventually agreed with a barely visible nod, frustration writ large in his face. 

"But for real now... How did you even manage to get into this thing?" Shorter grumbled in puzzlement as he tried to find a way to free his best friend from this misery, but as it turned out, the hoodie was a lot tighter than he had thought. 

"Trial and success, obviously!" was the sassy reply he received. 

"Pff... I wouldn't exactly call this a success." Shorter had to snicker at the Blonde's choice of words. He knew very well by now that Ash's extraordinary pride was nothing to be taken lightly, but given their situation, it was absolutely comical. 

"Fuck it... This isn't working..." he added after a while, "Put your arms up, they're in the way." Reluctantly following Shorter's call, Ash let out a mewl of discomfort as the Chinese finally managed to pull the hoodie partly over his shoulders, revealing a black sleeveless tank top. His upper body was free, but now he couldn't see, as the hoodie was covering his face, keeping his arms snuggly in place above his head.

Bending over in an attempt to see why Ash was still so perfectly stuck, Shorter ran his fingers along the edge of the hoodie. But his try to figure out where he could get a good grasp on it was suddenly interrupted by a very uncharacteristic squeal. 

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" the Chinese asked, startled by this unfamiliar sound. 

"N-no... Just... get me out of this thing, will ya..." he heard Ash's gaspy voice muffled by the fabric. Shrugging his shoulders, Shorter continued where he left off tracing the hoodie, letting his fingers slowly travel around Ash's stretched up arms. It was a matter of seconds before he was cut off by the next strangled whine that sounded even more pathetic than before, feeling Ash's body twitch away from his hands. 

Driven by almost childlike curiosity, Shorter rolled up the collar of the hoodie to uncover a deeply flustered face, immediately hissing at him on sight.  "What the heck are you doing?! Ouch! You're ripping out my hair!" 

On the one hand, Ash was thrilled to be able to breathe again properly, now that his face was freed. But on the other hand, he couldn't help feeling genuinely triggered looking at the dirty grin Shorter was bearing. Inquisitively analyzing Ash's agitated gaze through those tinted glasses, Shorter decided to drop his question. 

"Could it be... you're ticklish?"

Maybe Ash just felt particularly vulnerable, trapped with his arms up like this. Usually, he would have answered totally calm and collected, but something about Shorter's expression just made him blurt out a panicked, "NO!" 

Much to his disliking, Shorter's grin only grew wider, hearing his angsty little outbreak. 

Quickly trying to regain his composure, Ash put on the sweetest yet confident smile he could summon, elaborating his hasty answer, "I mean, don't be silly. Why would I be-AAHAH-!!" 

Before he could even finish his sentence, a sharp poke to the ribs made the teen jolt in surprise.

"You sure?" Shorter commented, highly amused by the Blonde's hilariously obvious reaction. 

Slowly retreating, staring wide-eyed at two hands eagerly wiggling their fingers in his direction, Ash clearly sensed that he was absolutely screwed. Not waiting for even a single second longer, he just started running. 

"Oooh, bad choice!" he heard Shorter sneer from behind, immediately picking up the chase. 

"Noho! Stay away from mehe!" Ash cried out, surprised by the squeaky sound of his own voice. Shorter wouldn't actually be so mean to use his helpless situation against him, right? He wouldn't actually tickle him now, would he?!

Desperately searching his genius brain for some damn good reason to argue his way out of this mess, Ash started to wonder if he was perhaps just overreacting to this whole situation. It had literally been years since his brother tickled him as a child. Maybe it wasn't even that bad after all this time. Maybe he had even grown out of it by now. 

But he still didn't feel like finding out! 

Especially now, while he was still trapped in that hoodie, limiting his defensive abilities tremendously. 

His heartbeat hammering against his chest, Ash made his way around the coffee table, hoping to bring some distance between him and the stupid idiot running after him, deviously smiling. His efforts were quickly put to waste, though, as Shorter just used the coffee table as a stepping stone to launch himself at the Blonde. 

Laughing at the almost girly shriek that must have echoed through the entire house, as he successfully caught his target, Shorter instantly wrapped his arms around Ash's skinny waist, hugging him tightly against his own body from behind. 

Flooded by a wave of adrenaline, Ash tried to wrestle himself out of Shorter's iron grip, even attempting to kick him in the groin, when he was suddenly distracted by a very unpleasant shiver rushing through his torso. Gasping in shock, he realized Shorter had started skittering his fingers up and down his side while keeping him trapped tightly with his other arm. 

Fuck.  So much for growing out of it. Cursing himself for believing in this wishful phantom even for a tiny little moment, Ash found himself squirming against Shorter's chest, trying to shake off the ticklish sensation that was slowly spreading through his body. Biting his lip to hold back the first giggles that were about to escape his mouth, Ash quickly understood that he was indeed still as ticklish as he had feared. Or was it actually even worse? 

Highly pleased with the reaction he was getting so far, Shorter let his hand travel a little higher, now gently digging his fingers into Ash's lower ribs. 

"Gah! Stohop ihit!!" the Blonde whined in response to that, still trying hard not to crack, but his shaky voice was probably not very convincing. 

"Hm? Why should I stop?" the Chinese asked in return, "Since you're not ticklish, this shouldn't bother you, amirite? :)"

"Or could it be…" Shorter dramatically faked an offended voice, "... that.. you.. lied.. to.. me?" 

Dragging out his sentence on purpose, Shorter accompanied every word with a squeeze from his other hand that was resting dangerously close to Ash's right hip, cracking the teen's facade at last. Involuntarily squeaking at every single touch on his waist, Ash just couldn't keep quiet any longer. Some more fingers gently clawing along his flat stomach eventually made him submit, breaking out into the most adorable giggle fit. 

Hearing this sweet, almost angelic sound for the first time, Shorter had to admit that it caught him completely off guard. He had expected Ash to be a lot more boisterous than that. Lucky for him, the Blonde was facing the other way, so the slight blush rising on those tanned cheeks stayed unnoticed for now. He had seen Ash smile every now and then since they had first met in reform school about a year ago, but hearing the usually rather stoic blonde genius actually laugh, was a first. He couldn't resist the urge to just keep going. 

Curious to find out how ticklish Ash really was, Shorter decided to finally use both hands to attack those vulnerable sides and ribs. Confronted with ten fingers at once now, Ash instantly collapsed back against Shorter's chest, almost knocking off the other's sunglasses with his elbow, his giggling growing louder and louder, slowly transforming into a bright, airy laugh.

"Oh... What's that?" Shorter kept teasing the smaller boy in his arms, "Given you're not ticklish, you sure are laughing a lot."

"Ahaha-! shihihit! Okahay! Lihisten!" Ash tried to argue now, as there was no way to get out of this with physical strength alone, "Youhu've prohoven your poihihint! I am tihicklihish! Nohow let mehe gohoho!" 

Giving an overacted sigh, Shorter pretended to think about Ash's proposal. Not without clawing his way further up the Blonde's torso though, drawing out more high pitched squeals as his fingers reached those clearly perceptible upper ribs. 

"Right you are..." the Chinese commented, faking to be lost in thought, "But on the other hand, you really did lie to me." 

"Ahaokahahahay! I lihihihied!!" Ash cried out in an utterly cute attempt to form coherent sentences through his laughter, "Buhuhut why wouhuld I say yehehehes?!" 

"Hm... Touchè", Shorter admitted snickering, "Worth a shot, but futile. I would have tickled you anyway." 

Not even giving Ash the chance to answer, he chose to suddenly vibrate his fingers against those highly sensitive upper ribs, causing the younger teen to let out a surprised shriek followed by loud squeaky laughter, "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-!! STAHAHAHAPTHAHAHAT! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!" 

Ash was hopelessly overwhelmed by all those unfamiliar touches. Unlike the Chinese punk, who seemed to bring his big brother vibes everywhere he went, being rather used to things like tickle fights, especially with the younger ones in his gang, Ash knew nothing alike. True, Shorter had been the only person so far who was allowed to touch him, despite his efforts to avoid physical contact with other people, but this was completely different from everything he had expected.

Eventually losing the strength to keep himself upright, his knees started to give in on him. Feeling the sudden extra weight in his arms, Shorter just followed along, sinking down to the floor, letting Ash slip from his hug onto the wooden ground, still shaking and giggling.

Gasping for air, Ash rolled over to the side in a quite pitiful attempt to crawl away from those evil hands when he felt a firm grip on his ankle, pulling him backward. 

Squeaking in panic, as his body slid across the floor, his tank top riding up halfway in the process, he ended up being straddled by the taller boy, keeping him securely pinned to the ground lying on his side. 

"Let's see if your lower half can keep up," the Chinese chirped, smirking back over his shoulder, as he was facing Ash's legs now, lifting the one he was still holding a little upwards. 

Without further warning, he started squeezing and pinching the Blonde's thigh in search of new sensitive spots, causing Ash to explode with frantic laughter on the first touch. 

He couldn't even see what Shorter was doing down there. All he knew was that it tickled like hell. All of it. He felt those squeezing fingers wander up and down his entire leg, but there wasn't a single inch that was immune to these new tormenting sensations. 

"AHAHAHASHIHIHIT-! NAHAHA-!! WHAHAHATAREYOUHU-! FUHUHUCK!!"

Desperately winding his body, Ash tried to shake off Shorter's assaulting hand, slowly making its way to his inner thigh, kicking his legs as much as he could under the other's grappling hold, but he wasn't going anywhere. He could do nothing but submit to this maddening feeling, squirming and laughing his head off. 

Just when he thought it could not get any worse, Ash suddenly felt five nails scratching across the bare skin of his knee, half exposed by his signature ripped jeans, screaming out with a yet unreached pitch of ticklish laughter.

"Oha! Seems like I found a weak spot!" the Chinese declared in a sing-song voice, as he began pinching around the kneecap, even letting go of Ash's ankle to dig his remaining fingers into the back of the same knee. 

Failing miserably to curl himself into a ball of defense, Ash felt like combusting into flames. Every fiber of his body was screaming one single thing that soon found its way to his mouth, "GYAAAAHAHAH-! NOHOT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEAHASE!! NOHOHOTHEHEHEHEHEREHE!!"

"Holy shit...", Shorter commented this renewed outburst in awe, chuckling to himself. He almost got that knee, he was tormenting with so much ambition, shoved into his face, as the blonde gang leader was thrashing wilder than ever under his merciless attack. 

He had suspected Ash to be ticklish for quite a while now, but he was genuinely surprised by the Blonde's sensitivity. The only person he knew, who was even more ticklish than this, was the owner of that red hoodie, which had granted him such a precious opening.

Letting up on Ash's leg, Shorter turned back around, giving those delicate hips a few squeezes on the way, noting the exquisite reaction he got from that for the next time. 

Ash was panting heavily beneath him as he effortlessly flipped him over on his back, settling down on the Blonde's slender waist, beholding a most adorable sight. Two green eyes glistening with tears of laughter behind a few very messy strands of hair covering Ash's brightly flushed face.

"You... traitor…", Ash huffed, his chest still heaving up and down, his face forming an unwitting pout, "You… said… you would… help me! And this… is what I get?!" 

"Oh, I will help you, don't worry!" Shorter cooed sweetly in reply, gently poking two fingers up and down all over the Blonde's upper body, "But I just can't let such a perfect opportunity go to waste." 

"Oppohortuhunity myhyhy ahahass!" Ash hissed back before he dissolved again in squeaky giggles, desperately trying to hide his face in his arm.

Most likely, he could have freed himself from this accursed hoodie by now if it wasn't for these greedy hands that kept roaming across his body. Every time he felt like getting a grasp on it to work himself out of this miserable cloth prison, a new wave of ticklish sensation flooded his nerves, draining his limbs from every last ounce of strength.  

Digging in the younger teen's sweet laughing face, he could now actually see for the first time, Shorter took a brief moment to enjoy this precious view. Who would have thought that Ash's usually so pale face could light up with so much color. Or that his nose might scrunch up in such a cute way, as his eyes would squeeze shut almost entirely. 

Realizing that he should probably stop tormenting his best friend soon if he intended to keep their relationship alive, Shorter decided to move in for his final attack. Seeing Ash trapped below him in this totally helpless position, his mind kept circling around one single question. How ticklish might those bare armpits be. 

Quickly grasping what was about to befall him, Ash started to shake his head in panic, "No.. Oh hell no... Please! Anything but that!!" 

"I was wondering... Is this your most ticklish spot?" Shorter asked with an innocent tone, watching in amusement how those green eyes suddenly grew wide, while the Blonde's struggling intensified, as he kept lowering his wiggling fingers towards their new target.

"Nooononononowaaait! Pleeeahahahase! Noohohoho! I cahahan't! Stahahap!!" 

Shorter couldn't hold back a giggle of his own, his hands now hovering just a few centimeters above those wide open armpits, "Why are you laughing already? I'm not even touching you!" 

"Ihihi knohohohow! Fuhuhuck ohohohoff!" Ash whined back, shivering helplessly under this impending attack. This was truly humiliating. Not only was he actually still horribly ticklish, but his body would now even betray him in the most embarrassing way possible. Why did he feel so awfully vulnerable to a little teasing, giggling like an idiot every time those fingers dipped down so deceivingly, just to stop before actually touching him? 

Nearly bursting with curiosity now, Shorter wasn't able to hold back any longer as he finally connected his fingers with the soft skin of Ash's defenseless armpits. 

It was nothing more than a few gentle grazes meant to test him, but Ash was already gone. Arching his back, desperately squirming under Shorter's lightly scratching nails, he immediately descended into uncontrollable laughter mixed with more or less coherent pleas. 

"Oh dear…" the older teen kept teasing him with a sickeningly sweet tone, "I figured you'd be quite sensitive here... That's the spot that gave you away in the first place... But if you can't even handle that much, how're you gonna deal with this?" 

Applying more and more pressure, Shorter witnessed how Ash was just falling apart in his hands. 

"EYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAA-FUHUHUHUH-!! STAPSTAPSTAHAHAHAH-!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Eventually, kissing coherent words goodbye, Ash felt like going crazy. This was just pure evil. Neither could he defend himself against those tormenting fingers, nor could he escape this hellish sensation driving him to the brink of hysterics.

Shorter was torn. As much as he enjoyed all these sweet new sounds he was eliciting from his best friend, sending the blonde teen back and forth from childlike squeaking to panicky shrieks just by alternating the strength of his touch, he didn't fail to notice that Ash's voice became more and more wheezy. Not intending to torture the young genius into oblivion, he decided to back off, giving Ash the chance to come back from his ticklish subspace.    

Gently placing a few last pokes across his sides and stomach, Shorter finally retreated his hands, pulling the teen's black tank top back down on the way. 

Ash was dead beat. 

Gasping for much-needed air, he just kept lying there, a little stream of tears sitting on his bright red cheeks, his head feeling all giddy from laughing so much. He didn't even notice how Shorter used his exhausted state to free him from the red hoodie that had brought this calamity upon him until he received an affectionate ruffle through his messy hair. 

"Don't die on me, will ya?" Shorter commented on this utterly adorable sight. Swinging the tiny red hoodie over his shoulder, the Chinese left the room with a chuckle. 

Slowly opening his eyes again, beholding the artful wooden ornaments on the ceiling through his teary eyes, Ash couldn't tell if he had been lying there for just a few seconds or an eternity. With a tired mewl he slowly managed to raise himself from the floor. His body was still tingling all over as he dropped onto the couch, wiping the last remains of tears from his face, even a little amazed how hot his cheeks felt. They probably had the same shade of red right now as that stupid hoodie.

Still cursing the damn thing in his head, his trail of thought was suddenly interrupted by a piece of clothing dumped onto his head from behind, causing the teen to yelp in surprise. 

"That should be yours now," he heard Shorter's voice before he felt a weight settling down next to him on the couch, "Sorry for the mixup." 

Carefully inspecting the hoodie in his hands before pulling it over his head, Ash couldn't help grumbling out a silent complaint. This had been beyond embarrassing. He didn't even know what to say. 

Noticing the pout on Ash's face, who was clearly trying to avoid any eye contact as he kept staring off into no-man’s-land, Shorter let out a sigh. He had to confess to himself that he got carried away, hearing Ash laugh for the first time. He had learned a lot about the blonde gang leader within the last few days and he couldn't shake the feeling that Ash had really enjoyed being treated like a normal teenager once in a while. 

Yet again, it had taken months and a lot of work to gain Ash's trust and consent to be able to touch him. The longer he kept thinking about it, the more he could feel regret settling down on his chest. 

"You're not... mad at me now... Are you?" Shorter carefully asked, watching the younger teen bury himself deeper into his hoodie. 

Ash didn't say anything. His emerald eyes kept scanning the wooden floor, still trying hard not to look at this best friend. 

After a few more agonizing moments that definitely felt like ages, Shorter eventually perceived a softly mumbled "No..."

Sliding down even deeper against the backrest of the couch, Ash could feel the blush on his cheeks rise once again, a displeased whine escaping his mouth. 

"It's just... This.. is so embarrassing…" the Blonde continued after a while. "I... hate this feeling... When I lose control over my own body..."

"Right... Didn't think 'bout that..." Shorter muttered, a hint of rue finding its way into his voice.   "So..." he warily continued, "Do you... hate being tickled?"

Now looking at the ceiling, Ash took a moment to think about his best friend's assumption. True, he was not at all familiar with this kind of thing, and part way he had been thoroughly convinced that he would die right here on the wooden floor of Shorter's living room, yet it somehow felt like a weight had been lifted off him. Or maybe he was still dizzy from the lack of oxygen…

"I... don't think I really... hate it" Ash eventually concluded his thoughts, "I'm... just not used to it... that's all."

"I see..." Shorter replied with an ever so slight smile returning to his face, sliding a little closer to the blonde teen on his couch, "Then... you mind if I do it again?" 

Startled at the sound of those words, accompanied by a gentle pinch to the side, Ash spun around, his gaze finally meeting with Shorter's through his sunglasses. Once again this day, the Chinese had to swallow down a laugh seeing Ash's expression going from killer stare to annoyed little kitten within seconds.

"Nhg... Have it your way..." the younger teen grumbled at his best friend. Ending their mini staring contest by sharply pointing his index finger against Shorter's forehead, forcing the other to tilt his head back a little, "But I swear on this godforsaken hoodie... If you should ever dare to tell anyone about this, you're gonna go down in history as the ugliest corpse this world has ever seen!

"Fair enough," Shorter chuckled in amusement. Not that he planned on sharing his newly gained precious knowledge anyway.

"Now... About getting used to it..." he suddenly added after a few seconds, briefly enjoying the confusion rising on Ash's face, "... that can be arranged."

Watching with delight how the Blonde's mouth opened and closed without a sound, Shorter used his baffled state to quickly wrap his arms around the younger boy once more. Letting himself fall against the side rest of the couch, Shorter just dragged Ash along with him, eventually trapping the bewildered teen between his legs, with the back against his chest. Not giving him a chance for recovery, he started to scribble his fingers all over Ash's stomach and sides one more time. 

Gasping in response to this new, unexpected attack before dissolving into bubbly giggles, Ash couldn't help but facepalm internally on his level of idiocy. Shorter's intentions were just so obvious most of the time. And yet again somehow that stupid pineapple-head managed to make him lower his guard repeatedly.

"Whahahat the hehell are you dohohihihing?!" Ash whined, struggling to free himself. 

"Well, I asked if I can tickle you again," he heard the Chinese punk happily explain behind his back, "And you said yes."

"Ihihi didn't mehehean rihihigt nohohow!! Youhu jeheherk!!" Ash hissed back through his laughter, desperately trying to grab those tickling hands that kept gently poking and pinching their way across his middle. 

"Oh, sorry! Should I make an appointment then for next time?" Shorter cackled at his own joke while letting one hand travel underneath the red hoodie, now wiggling his fingers over any inch of bare skin he could reach, smiling along with the high pitched squeal he received for that. 

Ash felt like sinking to the very core of this planet. There he was again. Helplessly laughing because of his own damn sensitivity. But somehow, it felt a lot different from before. 

Less torturous. More playful.  Maybe even a tiny little bit enjoyable?  Still, he had more than enough for a single afternoon. 

Making use of his free hands, he mustered up all his remaining strength, gifting Shorter a deadly well-placed elbow to the ribs.

It proved astoundingly effective. 

Panting for air like a fish out of water, the chinese punk instantly sank back into the couch before emitting a pathetic whimper.

"Holy shit... have mercy..." he chuffed after finding his voice again, eagerly trying to rub the throbbing pain out of his ribcage. "That's not... how... a tickle fight works... you little brute!" the older punk wheezed out, frowning at the smaller boy who was still lying in his arms, panting likewise to catch his breath.

"Pah... serves you right!" Ash grumbled back in a devoted attempt to sound offended. But he wasn't able to hide that slight smirk forming on his face as he crossed his arms before his chest after pulling down his hoodie.

Throwing his head back against the side rest of the couch, Shorter let a few moments pass, waiting for his breath to fully return. His ribs were still hurting like hell. Ash sure possessed a lot of strength despite his slimsy look. 

Much to his surprise, though, the Blonde still hadn't moved an inch from this half-assed hug, originally meant to trap him. Shorter had freed him from his arms a while ago, but Ash didn't seem to bother getting up.

Fondly looking down on a head covered in messy golden hair, Ash's sweet laughing voice kept ringing inside his head.

"Jeez..." Shorter eventually let out a slightly melancholic sigh.

"You know..." he added after a while, notably unsure whether or not he should go on, "You're... making it damn hard for me not to crush on you..."

... 

Raising his eyebrows in astonishment, confronted with the non-existence of a much anticipated sassy reply, Shorter tilted his head to see what was going on. The Blonde was breathing peacefully, his head comfortably resting against the taller boy's shoulder.

It took him a few seconds to finally realize that Ash had indeed miraculously fallen asleep on him.

Feeling his face burn up at the speed of light, as he adjusted his sunglasses that were about to slide down his nose, Shorter kept staring down at the slender teen sleeping in his arms, in a wild mixture of bliss and bittersweet melancholy.

If only things could stay like this.  

If only they could just keep lying there, without a care for this cruel world, enjoying the first rays of afternoon sun that were flickering through the window.

Running his fingers through Ash's soft, slightly wavy hair, gently wiping those messy bangs from his face, Shorter eventually gave in to the call of his heart, hammering against his chest.

"You would probably not approve this... " he whispered almost silently as he bent his head down just a little, placing a most tender kiss along Ash's hairline, "but please... just bear with me for now..."

#banana fish #ash #shorter #tickling #art #tickle fic #tickletober2022 #lee!ash #ler!shorter

[yallmakemyassitch]

Tickletober Day 31 /// Aftercare

Yeah fun fact uh- I actually had this lined up for you guys but I kinda got distracted by other things and forgot I had this stagnating in my files for over a month. After that I considered just publishing it as a never ever, but we're here now so I won't be tagging it as such. But I will say there was much more planned for this. I'm happy how it turned out, hell, maybe I'll complete it 🤷‍♀️

Either way, sorry for kinda dying on y'all content wise. Things have been pretty rough irl and mentally, I'm not doing too well. This has prevented me from completing projects I have in my drafts (I have an ENTITY fic wip, that Aldryx teaser I showed y'all, requests to tend to, and such).

But at the same time, I'm trying to end the year with good vibes, I don't want to be so overly negative anymore as this blog is a place where I want to be happy and draw and write cute tickle shit (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠). Anyways just remember someone loves you, onto our scheduled programming

Summary: Brotherly fluff (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+🩷🩷🩷

It's a little short but I hope you enjoyed it :))

This made me feel better just posting it (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

#fnf tickling #lee agoti #ler aldryx #my art #friday night funkin #entity mod #tickletober 2023 #incomplete #<- new tag so i can remember to finish this

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day 30: Caught

OK BUT I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO HAD TICKLY THOUGHTS AT CHUUYA'S FANGS. ESP WHEN HE COULDNT TAKE THEM OFF AT THE END LMAOOO

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Chuuya x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Dazai

Ler: Chuuya

Warnings: Tickles!

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"Goddamit!!" Chuuya let out an annoyed growl, struggling to take the fake fangs off. All while his "partner" laughed at his misery.

"Oh Chuuya, I didn't think you could look even more ridiculous!" Dazai clutched his stomach, his face full of glee as he could practically feel the anger radiate from Chuuya.

"Oh shut up, asshole!" the ginger huffed in annoyance, until a mischevious idea popped up into his head. "Oi, Dazai. How about I give you something to really laugh about?~" a cocky smirk made it's way across his lips.

"Huh-" Dazai didn't have long to react, he was too busy in his hysterics to stop Chuuya from tackling him into the ground. He may not be able to use his gravity, but his weight was enough to keep Dazai trapped. And perhaps the brunnette was curious to see what his partner would do...

"What's wrong? Don't let me ruin your fun~" with that, Chuuya leaned his head down towards Dazai's neck. His fake fang quickly finding the soft flesh and sinking into it repeatedly, albeit EXTREMELY lightly. Almost like a feather brushing up against the skin, and it was enough to send Dazai into hysterics.

"EEK!—" the brunnette instantly squealed in surprise, he definitely didn't account for this in his innitial plan. "PFFT! AHAHAHAHA! C-CHUUYA..!" Dazai breathlessly called out his attacker's name through his boisterous laughter.

"Aww, already begging for mercy?~" Chuuya whispered against his ear, sending goosebumps all over his body. "How disappointing. And to think you'd still be this sensitive on your neck, it must be my lucky day~" with a smug grin, Chuuya went back to nibbling all over the sensitive skin of Dazai's neck, occassionally brushing against the shell of his ear to earn a surprised squeal from the taller male.

"Hmhm~ Since you don't seem too eager on escaping, perhaps I'll keep this going a while longer~" Chuuya swore he caught a faint blush creeping up Dazai's cheeks at his words, but it was true. Dazai could've easily escaped by now, as much as Chuuya hated to admit it, and yet he hasn't. Maybe he could fool everyone else, but the ginger certainly caught that sparkle of joy in his eyes from the tickles, and maybe Chuuya was having fun himself, not like he'd admit it in a million years.

"Now... prepare to scream~" Chuuya had the most devilish smirk on his face, as his onslaught of playful nibbles sent Dazai to his fatal demise full of laughter.

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #lee!dazai #ler!chuuya

[strangleetomz]

helping the pain

lee!revivedbur, ler!tommy

summary: wilbur has always experienced back pain, but ever since his revival it’s gotten worse. tommy decides to try and help with that.. but of course, it derailed— not exactly in a bad way.

word count: 1,278

this was supposed to be a tickletober fic, i’d never finisbed it until now. and of course, we have to end the year off with some crimeboys tickles. :]

this is officially my LAST fic of 2023! enjoy🤍

During L’manberg times, Wilbur was known for overworking himself.

He did it very often, too often. It was concerning, and many people worried for him. But he didn’t care; it was important work that NEEDED done! He couldn’t just take breaks.

Well, now, all of that came back to bite him in the ass.. Or, more like in the back. Because he always kept such terrible posture with how much he was in the chair, and all he had in limbo was concrete floor and walls?

He came back to life with a shit load of back / shoulder pain and problems.

And there was one person who fell victim to his complaining over it.

Tommyinnit.

Wilbur had a tendency to complain about his back or shoulders hurting when he was around Tommy. He’d attempt to stretch—never ended very well. It just hurt. He did often crack his back, while it did help for about five seconds, the pain would come back not long after.

He was currently with Tommy, which his shoulders were absolutely killing him, by the way. He made an attempt to stretch his arms out to help, before Tommy spoke up.

“You do realize that won’t help, right? Same with cracking your back, you do it too much. You’ll just worsen it.” Tommy spoke flatly as he looked up at Wilbur, setting down a flower he previously held to push his white streak of hair out of his face. Seeing Tommy do this made Wilbur do the same with his own.

“I haven’t got any other options, do I?” Wilbur rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault.”

“Well.. It is, though. We did tell you, you should have stopped overworking yourself. Or to at least fix your posture; God, that was awful. And it still is! You do not learn, do you?” Tommy was lecturing Wilbur now, which only made the brunette place a finger to Tommy’s lips.

“Shut up, child. I don’t need a lecture from you.” Wilbur glared at Tommy, who just shoved his hand away.

“Okay, well, constantly cracking your back or doing.. whatever that was, isn’t gonna help it. Do you want me to help, or something?” Tommy placed a hand on Wilbur’s back, as if he were comforting him.

“Nothing will help it, I’m sure this has to be permanent by now.” Wilbur’s tone remained monotone, he sounded annoyed in a way. Stressed?

“Uhh..” Tommy thought for a moment. “Would a massage help..? It would at least relax you a little bit.” He offered, but even he sounded unsure.

The suggestion made Wilbur pause; he hadn’t been given a massage in… Well, he didn’t even know how long.

“Maybe? I don’t know..” Wilbur ran his hands down his face, a deep sigh escaping past his lips. This seemed to be bothering him more than Tommy thought.

“Alright- uhm.. Let me just..” Tommy moved from his current position, and sat on his knees behind Wilbur. He gently placed his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders; Wilbur tensed up almost immediately.

“Fuckin’ hell, man,” Tommy muttered under his breath, it was really all he had to say.

“Don’t judge me.” Wilbur rolled his eyes, tensing again as Tommy began massaging the area around his shoulders. Isn’t this supposed to make him do the opposite?

“I’m judging you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m trying to help you, don’t be a dick!” Tommy poked Wilbur in the dead center of his spine, grinning as the man arched forward with a soft squeak. He went back to massaging Wilbur’s shoulders, being as gentle but firm as he could.

After a few minutes, Wilbur finally relaxed a little. This made Tommy smile. He moved his hands a little closer to Wilbur’s neck, his thumbs firmly rubbing the spot in small circles.

Wilbur immediately tensed again, reaching his hands back to grab onto Tommy’s and stop him. Tommy smirked knowingly.

“Really? You can’t even handle a little massage?” He teased, freeing his hands from Wilbur’s hold with ease.

“Shut up, you fucking bitch!” Wilbur smacked Tommy’s hand.

Tommy placed his hands back near the crook of his neck, smirking when Wilbur flinched.

“Tommy, don’t even think abOUT IT!” Wilbur’s voice cracked when Tommy very, very lightly dragged a single finger down the back of his neck. A shiver went down his spine, he was quick to grab onto Tommy’s hand again. This didn’t stop the teen, absolutely not.

“I’m thinking about it. Wanna be a dick again?” Tommy placed his hands back on Wilbur’s shoulders.

“No! No.. Just- Continue, please?” Wilbur sighed, relaxing his shoulders.

“Hmm. Apologize first.” This sentence made Wilbur immediately turn himself around to face Tommy.

“Apologize!?” Wilbur sputtered. “No, I didn’t even do anything! What have I got to apologize for?”

“You told me to shut up, you called me a bitch, and you hit me! Apologize!” Tommy complained as he crossed his arms. Wilbur rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you deserved that. I’m not apologizing.” The look on Wilbur’s face became smug, as Tommy’s fell into a blank stare.

“Hm. Alright then.” Tommy hummed, and didn’t say a word as he latched his hands onto the sides of Wilbur’s ribs, digging his fingers on the spaces between the bones.

He couldn’t help but smile as Wilbur went from being smug and cocky, to panicked and shrieking of laughter.

“You going to apologize?” Tommy moved his hands up, vibrating his fingers under Wilbur’s arms as the man fell to the ground helplessly.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur pressed his arms against his sides in an attempt to evade Tommy’s stupid, horrible, evil tickling.

“No? Okay.” Tommy easily turned Wilbur over and pinned him down, making him stuck laying on his stomach. Tommy’s hands found their way to the backs of Wilbur’s ribs, and he dug his fingers onto the spot. Wilbur screamed, immediately reaching behind himself to stop Tommy, but finding it to be quite difficult.

Tommy really couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Wilbur like this, a helpless mess of giggles and shrieks. It was adorable.

“How about now? You gonna give up?” The teen kept his teasing tone. It pissed Wilbur off how easily flustered his little brother could make him.

“NOHOHO!” Wilbur was now screaming in laughter, barely being able to muster up any words aside from “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

“Apologize!” Tommy nagged, clawing his hands up and down Wilbur’s ribs. He even shot one hand up to vibrate on the man’s underarm..

That’s what did it for Wilbur.

“OkaHAHAHAY! I’M SORRY! PLEHEHEASE!” Wilbur pleaded, and Tommy immediately stopped and moved back a little. Wilbur melted against the ground, greedily taking in big gulps of air as he tried to compose himself.

Tommy placed a comforting hand on Wilbur’s shoulder, frowning a little at the way the man tensed.

“I’m done, Wil. I promise,” Tommy’s tone flipped around entirely, switching from teasy and a little pestering, to sweet and reassuring. This relaxed Wilbur.. He hadn’t felt relaxed in a long time.

And Tommy is the one who helped him.

Tommy.

Wilbur took a deep breath and looked up at Tommy. He was quiet as he spoke, “thank you.”

Tommy blinked, then smiled fondly. “You’re welcome.” He looked down at Wilbur.

“..Do you want to get off the grOUND-“ Tommy yelped through his words as he was suddenly pulled down to the ground by Wilbur. Tommy rolled his eyes as Wilbur wrapped his arms around the blonde’s torso, cuddling him close. This wasn’t like Wilbur, at all. But Tommy wasn’t gonna complain about it.

“..You know we can’t just lie here on the ground, right?” “Yes we can.”

“…Alright then.”

A/N: Honestly I cannot believe 2023 is about to be over. Time flies.. a little too much. I just wanted to say that I am incredibly grateful for all of the support I have received this year, and for the friends I’ve made and the friends who have stayed with me throughout everything. I love y’all, thanks so much. Happy New Year 🫶❤️

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #ler!tommy #ler!tommyinnit #lee!wilbur #lee!wilbursoot #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #sfw interaction only #sfw tickle fic #strictly sfw #sfw only #sfw blog

[heart-shaped-tickles]

I know I'm a little late for tickletober, but I've been thinking about monsters, otherworldly beings and creepy crawlers mixed with this epic and totally original concept of tickling that I made up. Sooooo ☠️🔮🕷️🕯️🧟!!!

• Imagine a vampire with sharp, retractable fangs that normally aren't put to good use after he realizes that he actually likes humans, but ironically, they eventually lead him to bring them out more often because his dear mortal friends are ticklish and fangs are deadly in that matter.

• A mysterious ghost girl has been haunting this guy's house for years because he never actually got around to calling the Ghost Busters. (Once he realized that all she'd ever do is try to pull off his socks when he's distracted to mess with his toes, and sometimes poke his ribs until he asks her to stop- or at least once he starts to get wheezy- he became pretty okay with her presence.)

• An angel that's too embarrassed to show their wings, but after their favorite human finds out that they're ticklish there, they keep them manifested more often.

• A fellow tickle lover is suddenly bitten and turned into a werewolf, and things really aren't that bad for him so far tbh- he likes the extra body hair and the energy to run more often- but he hasn't been able to stop his tail from wagging when he hears a certain type of laugh, and god forbid if someone tickles him. He'd end up with a notch in his tail, and it'd be way too embarrassing to have everyone know that he's having that much fun.

• A demon of hell that swears up and down that she's 100% evil, and refuses to admit that she has any weaknesses at all, but in reality she really just wishes that she was felt brave enough to ask to be be called cute when she gets tickled to pieces.

• A sorcerer brewing potions that induce uncontrollable laughter and spasms upon intake through.. certain physical sensations... and handing them out in little vials to random people in town because they're chaotic evil.

• An evil clown dude that loves to make people laugh, but maybe a little too much. And maybe he likes to throw in a little laughing gas sometimes.

#tickletober #tickletober 2023 #monster tickles #sfw tickles #tickling scenarios #i want a tickle ghost

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 26 - Thunder

Arataki Itto x Gorou

A/N: I'm not quite sure, but I think this is the first time I'm writing ittorou? I hope you enjoy this lovely Faaaabiii ❤️

Itto could hear the soft whimpers under the blankets. It was hard to believe that the brave Gorou was shaking from the thunder outside, but the general had explained to him a long time ago that the noise was unbearable for his ears. The sound, about ten times louder than for a normal ear.

Itto knew that Gorou hated him seeing him like this, but neither of them thought that a short trip to the City of Freedom would end with terrible weather with thunder making the room where they were staying vibrate, or maybe it was just Gorou shaking in fear? 

"I'm sorry," he mumbled under the blankets and Itto gasped. 

"Why do you say sorry?! You didn't do anything wrong, Gorou! Maybe I should be the one saying sorry," Itto said sheepishly, his big hand resting against Gorou's back. ""I was the one who proposed making this trip after all." 

"Don't be silly, how could we know the weather- eek!"

"Eek!" 

Both men froze. Gorou's head popped from under the blanket and looked at his partner with curious, yet teary eyes. 

"Why did you make that sound?" 

Itto giggled, his cheeks a little blushy. "Well, when you held on to me, it kind of tickled my side, here, you see?" He explained, pointing at his bare torso, a spot real close to his ribs. 

Gorou looked at him perplexed before he chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Honestly, your shriek was so loud I barely heard the thunder." 

They giggled, but suddenly both gasped and looked at each other with wide eyes. 

"You can tickle me to not hear the thunders!" 

Gorou laughed, but when another thunder started to purr in the sky, his hands quickly latched to Itto's ribs and the oni threw his head back with loud laughter. 

"W-Wahahahait- ahahahack! I wahahahasn't reheheady!"

Itto squeaked, trying to keep his arms glued to his sides to let Gorou tickle him freely, but gah! It was so so hard. Gorou already knew his ribs were so ticklish and so, he knew exactly how to tickle him to make him shriek with laughter. 

But, even though Itto already felt tears of laughter clinging to his lashes and he was snorting as Gorou pressed his thumbs deep into the spaces between his highest ribs, he was glad his boisterous laughter was enough to make Gorou ignore the loud thundering outside, but he himself thought his laughter was way too loud and somehow felt a little embarrassed.

"How are you this ticklish?" Gorou asked tenderly as Itto threw his head back when Gorou's fingers sneaked under his arms, tickling his armpits. "Is this a disease?"

"DOHOHON'T tehehease mehehehe!" 

"Why not? Does it tickle more?"

"IT DOHOHOES! G-GOHOHOROU!" 

Gorou laughed, "if it tickles so bad, why are you raising your arms?"

If Itto wanted Gorou to forget about the storm completely, then he was more than determined to expose himself as much as possible… even when he was snorting and shrieking like crazy.

"You are so weird, Itto," Gorou said fondly, but his fingers barely took a rest as he tickled Itto more and more. "But I guess you're being more than helpful right now, I can't even hear my own thoughts."

That made Itto laugh harder and his arms went down a little, but he held himself up very well. He wanted to say something, at least let Gorou know that he was glad he was being of help, but his laughter barely let him utter a single word, so he simply nodded, laughing and shrieking and snorting as he patiently waited for the storm to fade away so his beautiful partner could stop suffering. 

He could handle a little bit of tickling, besides… it was really fun!

#miya&mia's Tickletober #Tickletober 2023 #Tickletober #ittorou #arataki itto #gorou #genshin Impact #ticklish!Itto #genshin Impact tickling #tickle fic #mia's things