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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

A/N: Another late one, I know I know. This one's EXTRA special because of two reasons! This was not a request, I had the idea. And I had help writing this fic! The ever wonderful @goblinden, whom I've known for many years now, helped me out when I asked and we co-wrote this fic together! It was super fun to create and I really hope you all enjoy our joint hard work <3 (It's also a really long one, so yay!)

Fandom: Stranger Things

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

They had only been together for a short while, maybe a few months at most, but the dungeon master knew he had already fallen victim to a Charm Person spell as soon as his eyes laid upon the king himself. Eddie had grown attached to Steve; and eventually over a few beers and a joint they officially became a 'thing.'

And one thing he learned that he loved was kissing. He didn't think he would ever be an affectionate type but Harrington had him wrapped around his finger. Kissing was his favorite activity, more than hugs surprisingly. And he always craved more. Whenever Steve would leave his side, even to go to the bathroom, he would whine like a little puppy and wait very patiently for his return. And now that same scenario was playing out… They were hanging out in his trailer while his uncle was at work, huddled up watching a movie that Eddie forced Steve to watch. Horror, of course, his absolute favorite! And he will get the former jock into horror, dammit! They had taken a break from watching the movie to enjoy a wonderful makeout session. After having a few beers, Steve was bursting to go to the bathroom and Eddie reluctantly had to let him go. So he waited, pouting as usual.

Steve was in the bathroom, feeling buzzed but not drunk, and he was just thinking about Eddie, even though they've been separated for probably 30 seconds. The metalhead was hard to resist and very hard to stop thinking about. Steve looked in the very small trailer bathroom mirror as he was washing his hands, picking through his hair and fixing out of place strands since he wanted to keep looking good for Eddie. Eddie hadn't yet commented about his hair as much as old girlfriends did, so he didn't know why he cared so much about its appearance. Old habits die hard, he supposed.

Steve checked his breath and licked his lips before sliding the small door open and stepping out again to an awaiting Eddie. "Miss me?" he saw how Eddie's demeanor clearly showed that he did. Steve plopped himself back down on the couch and rested an arm along the back of it as he stared at Eddie with a small smile playing on his lips.

Hearing the toilet flush was like hearing the horn of a goblin troupes surrender. It was glorious. As soon as the man had stepped out of the tiny bathroom he was almost vibrating in his seat, his eyes never leaving the king as he sauntered over to sit down beside him once again. He couldn’t keep his hands off him so he instantly leaned into his side when he put his arm on the back of the couch just to feel his heat once again.

“No, not at all,” he said, his voice almost dripping with sarcasm; but he did turn his attention back to the movie for the time being.

Not even 5 minutes in he already felt himself licking his own lips and his hands began to fidget, he needed contact with Steve and he felt like he was going to make his already semi-pink lips sore by how much he was licking them and biting them. When the movie got to a boring part, at least in Eddie’s eyes when there wasn’t any blood and guts and gore, he turned to Steve and gave him a nudge to face him. And when he did he locked his lips with his again and he swore he saw stars, humming in delight as he moved his lips to new territory and placed them on his cheek and jaw, and then went to his neck. Eddie nuzzled his nose to get Steve's amazing (he would never admit it) hair away from the back of his neck while making his journey.

Steve found himself smiling more genuinely when Eddie cuddled into his side. This was so soft for the crazy, manic energy this guy typically brought with him. It was a nice change. And he fell for it when he felt Eddie's nudge, looking right at him only to be met with a kiss. Steve kissed back with a passion, as horror movies were never quite for him. He was thankful Eddie took it easy on him by breaking up their movie viewing for makeouts.

The kisses Eddie bestowed upon him started spreading and Steve felt heat rise to his cheeks. Steve was enjoying every second until Eddie brushed his nose into his neck in a very particular way as the kisses trailed. Steve jerked before he could stop himself and his head ditched Eddie's touch. And then mister perfect hair froze. The blush he'd been pleasantly feeling during the kissing morphed into a deeper, more embarrassed red. He didn't even look at Eddie.

Eddie was so caught up in loving on Steve’s skin, he almost didn’t notice what he was doing. The one thing that made realization hit him was when Steve jerked and annoyingly moved away from his touch. At first he wanted to pout, thinking that he wasn’t in the mood anymore after going to the bathroom, or the movie was too scary... but then he saw the blush that was on Steve's face now 10 shades darker than before. Did he hurt him? No no, there weren’t any cuts or bruis-- Ohh…

A wide grin instantly came onto Munson's face, almost predatory-like. And a mischievous sparkle began to circle in his chocolate button eyes.

“You good, pretty boy?” he scooted closer to him and the hand that was just gently relaxing near Steve’s thigh slid over to hold onto it so he couldn’t slip away so easily.

“Did I strike a nerve?”

Yeah, he was gonna have fun with this one.

"I'm good, Munson," Steve responded, acting as cool as a cucumber. Or at least in Steve's panicking mind, he totally one hundred percent came off that way, "Got a chill. Or you know, maybe your dumb movie actually scared me a little," he placed his hand over Eddie's that was now gripping his thigh tighter.

Steve wasn't entirely dumb, as he could see the lightbulbs of realization flickering behind Eddie's brown eyes. But kill excitement with disinterest, is what he always said. Yeah, he's never said that, but it fit for this moment.

"I'm sorry for scaring you off," Steve ran his thumb across Eddie's ring-covered knuckles and turned his head and went in for another kiss, this time to Eddie's lips. If he got him away from his neck, everything should be fine and thus go back to normal.

Eddie had to hold back a laugh seeing how nervous Steve was. Steve's change of subject coupled with some shifting affirmed Eddie's suspicion. The dungeon master knew how to counteract attacks that never went according to plan.

He went along for a moment, of course, wanting Steve to think he had won. But alas, he was just dragging himself down into a dark dungeon where not even the king could crawl his way back out without a few wounds. It was perfect.

As Eddie felt Steve’s hand, his fingers laced together with his, interlocking in a sweet way but also a firm grip to keep the man to his side. With a quick motion, he moved down and began kissing at Steve's neck again. This time he kept him there. Whenever thy king shall lean hisself away, thy monster in the dungeon remainéd close. Eddie kept his lips and slight stubble on the target at hand.

Well, fuck.

Those was the first words that popped into Steve's brain when Eddie went straight for his neck once more. Steve pulled away, or he tried to. Eddie had his hand and thigh in vice grips so he couldn't pull back far without falling onto his back on the couch.

"E-Eds!" he growled, shaking his head to throw Eddie off of him, "Wh-What're you doing?" he tried steeling his nerves and he bit on his lip, starting to enjoy the kisses, actually, when Eddie wasn't intentionally using ulterior motives. Steve hadn't made any noises that resembled laughter yet, so he still felt he had a shot. A shot in the dark, maybe but a shot nonetheless.

“Well, Stevie boy,” Eddie leaned back for a moment to just look into Harrington's eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love your lips. They feel good, soft, perfect for kisses, but... I wanna try something new! Ya know?” he was grinning wide, going on and on while leaning closer and closer, til he eventually leaned so far he pushed Steve down onto his back and hovered over him. One hand was used to keep Eddie propped up, so he wouldn’t fully squish him, even though he was skinny. And Steve liked to point that out all the time. The other hand still held Steve's and pinned it to the cushions of the couch so he couldn’t yank up his shoulder, leaving it open for Eddie to get at his sensitive little neck.

The puppet master went so far as to swing one leg over Steve's to give him just a little bit of extra coverage when it came to Steve’s escape.

Steve reluctantly listened to all the stupid words spilling from Eddie's mouth and it only made his nerves heighten. And then he was being pinned, and he knew he was in for it.

“And with the way your skin got goose bumps tells me you like it, too, hm?” Eddie purred. He dove back in without waiting for Steve’s response. These kisses were more… light, airy, and tickly than the usual passionate ones. And he made sure to cover the side of Steve’s neck with them, even going up behind his red blushing ear.

"I doho like when you kiss me, yeah, dumbass," he had to agree with that statement. And when Eddie went back in for more, Steve groaned since these kisses were not at all the loving ones he was used to. They tickled like all hell.

"Shit!" Steve exclaimed after his breath hitched and giggles flowed from his mouth shortly after, "Ohoho shit shit shihit-- Eddie!"

There it was! The delicious nectar of the gods Eddie craved!

“Steeevie.” Eddie had to whisper into the man’s neck just to send the chills flowing all over the place between kisses, “When were ya gonna tell me you were ticklish?”

The kisses continued on the man’s neck and he moved down to his collarbone then back up again, going all over to find the perfect spot that would make the man truly giggle and laugh. The metalhead wanted more.

It wasn't so much the kisses as it was Eddie's breaths and nose touches that sent Steve into giggle hell. And then the stupid fucking teasing! He couldn't get a break.

"Stohohop, you shithead!" Steve cursed and he kept scrunching his face down onto his shoulder as much as his pin would allow him. But that did nothing to help because then Eddie would move right to the other side of his neck and attack there.

“You know I don’t like when people keep secrets from me, Stevie boy," Eddie teased, deciding to test the shark infested waters, blowing a raspberry under his ear.

"I dihihidn't know, okay??" Steve squeaked when Eddie blew the raspberry, a laugh coming out a bit more hearty and panicked, "NAHA-- Not a secret! Pfft! Fuhuhuhuck, Eds!"

That made Eddie pause and he pulled back to look down at Steve with a confused look across his face. The pause allowed the man to catch a break.

“You… hold up. You didn’t knohow?” He let a laugh slip out of pure shock. Steve 'The Hair' Harrington’s had so many chicks, he’s surrounded by kids constantly, how did he not know he was ticklish? Even Eddie knew that he himself was ticklish, too much for the metalhead's liking but… that can be saved for another day.

“You really didn’t know?” Eddie asked once more when Steve didn't immediately respond to the tease, a bit more care in his tone this time since he legit was thinking Steve's never been tickled in his entire existence. And geez, that was a depressing thought.

Steve sucked in a breath when Eddie paused, "I didn't-- Well, no, I knew I was ticklish. I dated Nancy for Christ's sake, she teased me about it. Just no one's ever kissed me and it made me feel ticklish…"

Why was he exposing so much and being so open? The blush on Steve's cheeks only remained, and his hair was looking disheveled, "Kisses shouldn't tickle," he said a bit softer, definitely more self-conscious and embarrassed, and he knew Eddie was just gonna keep railing on him about it, "This is new."

The grin Steve knew all too well slowly made its way back onto Eddie’s face, and he was back in business, baby!

“Wehell! Now that we got that cleared up-- yes, kisses can tickle. It is new, and it’s exciting,” well, exciting for Eddie mostly. He was bouncing on his knees, careful not to crush or hurt Steve, but he couldn’t keep still for too long, “Not just on your neck either, but I happen to like your neck.”

If it were to come out of anyone else’s mouth that would sound creepy, but it was Eddie and he was known for just being weird. He took both of Steve’s hands and pinned them to the sides of his body so he couldn’t move, and he licked his lips with a smile.

Steve didn't have much to say, for once. A nervous butterfly fluttered around in his stomach when Eddie took his wrists and held them like he did, one on either side of his face. No one's ever manhandled Steve as much as Eddie and this was all definitely new love life territory for him. He would pin girls' wrists, never the other way around!

“Shall we go on this adventure? Explore new territory?” with a wiggle of his eyebrows, Eddie kissed Steve's lips. He moved the kisses lower onto his neck and kept his kisses moving from side to side so Harrington would be caught off-guard.

Another shaky smile spread across Steve's lips and a giggle was ripped from him when Eddie went back in, "Ah! Shhhh-- hehehehaha oho shihihit," he squeezed his hazel eyes shut in mirth to try and fight the tingly sensations.

Eddie especially loved when he threw in a nibble and a raspberry! Raspberries were fun. They even tickled him a little bit with the vibration of his lips! This was too good.

When Eddie started nibbling, that made Steve's leg hitch up in the air, in an effort to squirm and escape, "THAHAT nohoho! Nonono, noho Eddie plehehehease," he snorted and he felt like his life was over. But no, it wasn't, because then the raspberries came.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to grin so much since that would mess up his whole plan. He needed his lips to tickle, dammit! But Steve’s laughter was so endearing, so tooth-rottingly sweet he just couldn’t stop smiling.

“Dihid you just snort?!” now Eddie let out a small huff of laughter that mixed in with Steve’s, and it sounded more evil than anything. The perfect laugh to fit the dungeon master himself, “Oh, this is too good, Harrington, it really is.”

"EHEDDIE! Fuhuhuck that, man! Nohoho, don't! Dohon't fucking do that!" Steve snorted again despite himself and he audibly groaned at himself after it happened. The raspberries just sucked.

And another snort! Eddie was in a dragon's horde, he had to be! Riches all around for the taking!

“Oh d--… don’t do what? Hm? Don’t do this?” and he blew a raspberry at a spot in the crook of Steve's neck where his shoulder met his neck, then nibbled on the skin afterwards. He had a hard time keeping Steve’s head in place, but hoped his scrawny body could keep him pinned. Eddie wanted to keep going, but he knew he would have to stop eventually… sadly.

Steve exploded once more, "AHA! Dohohon't fucking tease me!" he was red as a beet and his laughter came out in clear streams. It was a newer sound, even for Steve. He hadn't been made to cackle in a long while. His neck was even becoming red by this point, from all the touching there as well as from his spreading blush.

Steve squeaked and curled his knees up when Eddie returned to nibbling everywhere, and he was snickering breathlessly, "I cahahahahan't! Eds, I-I--ohoho fuck, it tickles!"

Alright, that’s enough of the neck for now.

“I’ll tease you all I want, thank you very much!" Eddie let out a huff of playful annoyance and scooted down lower on the man’s body and used his teeth to yank up Harringtons shirt to reveal his slightly pudgy lower belly. And he looked up at Steve through his eyelashes and curly bangs with another wiggle of his eyebrows, the evil look still pooling in his eyes.

“I did say that kisses can tickle elsewhere, didn’t I?” the metalhead cooed and lowered his lips slowly to the quivering tummy beneath him. His long curly hair was falling onto Steve's bare skin, making goosebumps appear on the skin. And Eddie hadn’t even touched him yet! When he did, he peppered those little tickly kisses all over his lover's tummy. It made his heart swell at hearing the new laughter it brought.

"Oho you suck so much, Munson," Steve panted when Eddie moved his head, subsequently removing his hands from Steve's. The pin was no longer in effect, and Steve was just about to scoot himself away from Eddie. But there was something in him that wouldn't let him get all the way away. Why not!? This was absolute teasing torture! He could easily kick his legs and jerk Eddie off of him and boom, tickle kisses over. But Steve sat and caught his breath.

When Eddie's lips made contact with his belly, Steve burst into another fit of laughter. His hands shot first to Eddie's head and gave it a few nudges before raising themselves. Steve used his hands to cover his face, needing to put them somewhere or else he'd start throwing punches.

"Stop!" Steve pleaded, "Eheheheddie, stop, plehehease! I neeheed to breathe, you dihick!"

Eddie was giggling like a kid in a candy store. This was so cute. Steve was the cutest, this whole night was cute. God, he was turning so mushy. Damn it, Harrington, for killing his Metalhead creep freak vibe.

“Ohokay okay. Break time,” the metalhead, sadly, removed his lips from Steve's tummy and leaned up on his hands to look up towards him, “Ah ah ah, no hiding," he reached up and began tapping at the backs of Steve’s hands and along his knuckles.

Steve lowered his hands like a good boy. His chest was heaving in the effort to recover lost air into his lungs.

“You good? You’re not dying on me, are ya?” Eddie’s face was bright as can be, his dimples shining with his big grin as he was over the moon.

"I'm nohohot dying, no. Wish I was, that was brutal," Steve leaned himself up on his elbows, "You like this a little bit too much," he pointed out with pink still dotting his cheeks, but a smile remained on his face. Steve pulled himself up a bit so he could sit up on his own without needing to lean on his arms. And his hands held Eddie's and started to tug them, "Kiss me properly," he urged him, not bitter or annoyed at anything that transpired. If anything, Steve was filled with more love for his freak now more than ever.

Now it was Eddie’s turn to blush. Yep, he liked this. Liked it a lot, matter of fact. With a happy smile, Eddie nodded his head to answer Steve.

When Steve started to sit up more and take hold of his hands, he couldn’t say no. His hair was messy, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were sparkling: the image of perfection.

Eddie leaned in and kissed him deeply, filling the kiss with much needed love and affection after Steve made it through a brutal amount of tickly, kissy torture... so he supposed Steve deserved a bit of pampering afterwards.

The two young men sat and kissed each other lovingly. Steve shut his eyes and his hands slid up Eddie's arms, gripping them as he gently nudged him to get onto his back. Now that the tables were turning, Steve could not wait to have Eddie wrapped around his finger... or rather, multiple fingers. And laughing... because of said fingers. And aw hell, he'd throw in nibbles and raspberries as a bonus, just to round out their night of ticklish kisses.

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cawhawhaw · 2 years

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Day 5: magic!

Really wanted to draw our dear barista Husk again 🐈‍⬛🍾

#hazbin tickles #lee!Husk #ler!Alastor #Tickletober 2022

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colinthegaycomputer · 2 years

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That moment when your own henchmaniacs turn against you

#lee!billcipher #ticklish!billcipher #ler!henchmaniacs #sfw tickling community #gravity falls tickling #gravity falls tickle #augtickletober2022 #tickletober 2022 #tickletober2022 #tickle art

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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HI I WANNA FO THE INVISIBILITY PROMP! Can u please do Lee Todoroki with ler Bakugo and Bakugo’s invisible? :3

TickleTober Day #12: Invisibility

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“Plehehehehehease,” Todoroki whined as tickles emanated from his ribs, making him writhe and giggle into the seemingly empty air. “This isn’t fahahahahair!”

From somewhere above him, Bakugou’s voice replied, “What, you think I’m going to let this opportunity go by without taking advantage of it? Dang right I’m gonna tickle you silly while you can’t see me, icy-hot~”

Earlier that day their class had been called into action to fight against a villain whose quirk was turning others invisible while still being able to see them herself. It made for a great advantage both while working with others and to cause confusion amongst her enemies, but at the end of the day they’d still won out. Bakugou and two others from their class had been struck by her quirk, however; it was set to wear off in a day or so, they were told.

So what did Bakugou do the instant they got back to the dorms? Not a shower, not a good meal, but tickling his boyfriend to hysterical giggles while Todoroki couldn’t see him to either fight back or get away.

“Ooh, gotcha!” the blonde teased, pinching his upper ribs. The next ticklish shock came from his thigh, making him jolt. “Gotcha again! Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Stahahahahahahap!” Todoroki pleaded, though it was apparent to both of them that he didn’t mean it. He was loving this playful attention just as much as Bakugou was, if not more so.

“Nope. Not stopping.” Bakugou grinned – not that his partner could see it – and tasered his sides. “Bzzzt!”

Todoroki arched his back with a squeal, kicking the empty air, feeling more flustered than usual for not being able to see his partner but still being able to see everything else – including his own physical reactions, which were usually a least masked by the presence of another body nearby.

“Ah, I have an idea.”

Suddenly the half-and-half hero was being dragged across the floor to his bed, giggling in anticipation the whole way. His legs were propped up on the mattress while his back was still on the floor, and he felt a weight settle on his ankles to keep him there in the seconds before strong, ticklish sensations shot through his body from what had to be Bakugou scribbling along his bare soles.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Todoroki screamed, throwing his head back and clutching his stomach, laughter exploding out of him faster than ever before. “KAHAHAHAHAHAHATSUKI, NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”

“Maybe it’s not fair,” Bakugou chuckled at his distress, his low, teasing voice reaching Todoroki’s ears even over his own hysterics. “But you love it, don’t you, Shoto?”

All Todoroki could manage to do was laugh in response – not that he’d have denied it if he could.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shot #tickletober 2022 #bnha #mha #bakugou #todoroki #todobaku #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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amazingmsme · 2 years

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An Old Familiar Sound

AN: Better late than never! Here’s everyone’s favorite grumpy old man & himbo brother, aka Five & Luther. They have such a fun dynamic, & I always enjoy writing them. As always, enjoy!

Luther had forgotten how much he enjoyed Five's company because it'd been so long since he'd spent time with him. And after his disappearance, Reginald discouraged any mention of their brother unless it was to be used as a cautionary example of what would happen if they went against him. But Luther didn't want to unpack all of that at the moment.

He had never considered himself a funny guy, mostly because his siblings wouldn't laugh at his attempts at a joke. Which is why he felt an unusual sense of pride when he told a lame joke and Five nearly doubled over snickering to himself.

"I almost forgot you had dimples," Luther said fondly, giving Five's shoulder a pat. He immediately stopped laughing and schooled his features into their resting bitch face position.

"I don't."

Luther arched a brow and gave him a look.

"Uh, yes you do."

"Only when I smile," he argued. That made Luther chuckle, shaking his head.

"That's kind of the point of dimples. It's not a bad thing, they make you look cute. Restore some of that lost innocence," he teased.

"I don't need to restore shit," Five grumbled, grabbing the pot of coffee. He poured himself a large mug full, only adding a single packet of sweetener.

"You could restore some of those manners Dad taught us," he said, grinning smugly when Five turned to glare at him.

"Maybe you should respect your elders," Five challenged. Luther barked out a laugh.

"That's rich coming from you," he smirked walking up beside him to pour himself some coffee. "You've never respected your elders," he said, ruffling his hair. Five ducked away and swatted his hand.

"They've never earned my respect," he deadpanned, but failed to hide his smirk. Luther threw an arm over his shoulders, shaking his body.

"Luther, whahat the hehell?" he scolded through laughter, not really minding the playful affection.

"Well that's a sound I haven't heard in years. Do it again."

"What are you talking ahahabout! Hehehey quit ihihit!" Five shrieked as his brother dug his fingers into his sides.

"Aww I almost forgot how cute your laugh is!" he cooed, one hand clawing over his tummy, the other climbing up his ribs.

"Just shuhut uhuhup!" he cried out. Luther rolled his eyes and scribbled behind his fingers behind his ears. His knees buckled and he squealed, falling into an endless stream of giggles.

As if summoned, Diego appeared in the doorway.

"Thought I heard Five laughing and had to see for myself." Diego leaned against the doorframe, an amused grin plastered on his face.

"Ohoho piss ohohoff!" Five snapped, though his words held no real malice.

"Well that's rude. Think I need to help Luther here show you some manners," he mused, taking a step closer.

"Nohoho!"

"I wouldn't be opposed. Get over here," he invited, waving their brother over.

Five was convinced his family would be the death of him, especially if they kept teasing him like this.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #the umbrella academy #tua #tua fic #tua tickle fic #ticklish!five #day 25: teasing

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koditama · 2 years

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My prince

DAY 3: Ticklish Kiss

happy tickletober <3

Warning: This fic is not safe for work | cw overstim

ship: kaebedo

words: 1,343

Summary: Albedo is a lot more sensitive than neither Kaeya nor himself realized.

READ ON AO3

[A/N: heed the tags, this is not a sfw fic <;3]

“My prince.”

Albedo smiles at the nickname, leaning right back in for another breathtaking kiss. Kaeya and himself don't usually have much time to do things like this, but today had been entirely uneventful, so they were able to retire to their homes early. At least, the city thought they went to their respective homes. Really, Albedo was currently pressed hard against the back of the cavalry captain's front door, the two of them barely making it past the threshold when they arrived.

“Kae-” Albedo is interrupted with another kiss, but he’s not complaining. He can feel it on his lips when Kaeya moans, and Albedo opens his mouth to welcome the other’s prodding tongue. “Kae come on.”

“Relax, Prince.” Kaeya says once he pulls away, his head tilting to start a trail of kisses down his neck. “We have all night.”

“Yes, but-” A sudden tingling feeling shakes him out of his thoughts, as Kaeya begins to kiss right under his ear. Against his own will, Albedo’s shoulder scrunches up a little./ The sensation spreads the more Kaeya kisses down his neck, and it becomes harder for Albedo to hold in his sounds. “K-kae wait- wahahait-”

“Ticklish, dear alchemist?” Kaeya asks into his neck with a smirk. “How adorable.”

“It’s not-” Just then, Kaeya begins to nibble at his neck a bit, causing Albedo to put his hands on Kaeya’s shoulders and push away a little. He already feels a bit weak, having been taken off-guard by the tickles in the first place, so this doesn't do much. “Kaeyahaha you- you’re ruining the m-mood. Ah!” Albedo squeaks, jumping and really trying his best to hide his neck from Kaeya’s wondering mouth. In the process, he exposes the other side, and Kaeya takes full advantage. “Noohoho!”

“Yes.” Kaeya mocks, chuckling and continuing his ministrations. “You know, you’re so cute when you laugh.”

“Stohohop,” Albedo squeals, trying to push a bit harder on the others shoulders, “Kaeyahaha!”

“Hm,” Kaeya hums, “I wonder about here.” Suddenly, a hot, wet mouth is latching onto the Khaenrian star in the middle of his neck, and Albedo gasps.

“Kae wait-” Another hard suck, and Albedo feels his knees wobble a bit. It feels good. It feels so good. Every second Kaeya’s mouth stays there, Albedo feels like he goes more and more insane. “Kaeya that’s- fuck.” He moans, throwing his head back. It thumps hard against the back of the apartment door, but he can’t find the piece of mind to care.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Kaeya says against the star. The vibration causes Albedo to let out yet another increasingly loud moan. “My dear, you never told me just how sensitive you are here.”

“It’s- ah! It’s too-”

“Hm, no. It’s not.” Kaeya leans up for a moment to whisper in his ear. “You can take it.”

The star on his neck had always been sensitive. Any injury to it would hurt far more and for far longer than any normal one, and Albedo even once considered wearing some kind of collar to keep it safe, but all the materials he tried to use ended up being quite irritating to his skin.

Despite all that, he never considered the possibility that it would feel like this. That it would feel good for it to be touched in such an intimate way, to be kissed and licked and sucked. While one half of his brain tries to file away this information for later, the other half of his brain is focused on not going insane at the sensation.

That is proving pretty impossible with Kaeya refusing to let up. His tongue peeks out to lick a stripe across the mark and Albedo lets out a shaky sigh, and when those lips attach hard to it and suck, he feels like a goner.

Albedo is starting to feel like he's going to die. Moans are flowing out of him as the sensation becomes almost unbearably good. He’s about to start begging when he feels a hand gently cup his crotch. He hadn’t realized just how hard he was. “Oh my archons-”

Kaeya laughs, pushing the heel of his hand down slightly. “Feel good, Prince?”

“Fuck,” Albedo whines, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. His hips buck involuntarily, providing him with little friction. “Fuck, Kaeya, please-” He begs, but all he gets in return is a particularly hard suck against that dreaded spot. “Shit!” He moans, hips bucking a little faster. At this rate he’s going to come-

“Then come.” Kaeya purrs. Albedo must have said that out loud. “Go ahead.”

“No-” Albedo whines. “N-not like th-this Kaeya please just touch me-”

Kaeya chuckles again, making Albedo’s whole face flush from embarrassment. “I’d much rather watch you fall apart like this.” He says, sliding his knee between the alchemist’s legs, causing them to part. Albedo stumbles slightly, but Kaeya coaxes him to lean his weight against his thigh. “That’s it, good boy.”

The extra friction and the hard press against his crotch makes Albedo almost yell. “Kaeya fuck!” He moans, reaching out to grip Kaeya’s jacket hard, his knuckles going white. “Feels so good, Kae, don’t stop.”

“That’s what I thought.” Kaeya says, reaching to grab Albedo by the hips and pull him forward, guiding him into grinding against his knee. Albedo goes willingly, setting his own pace. He feels a few tears fall down his cheeks, but he's beyond caring at this point. Albedo feels so close to losing his mind, and Kaeya choses that exact moment to bite down on the mark.

Albedo chokes, folding forward and just barely avoiding hitting his head on Kaeya’s. Kaeya lets out a soft “woah there” followed by a chuckle, but Albedo is too focused on the orgasm hitting him in waves as he grinds against the knee between his legs in a steady rhythm. It seems to last a lifetime, and Albedo is shivering and panting by the end of it.

“Feel good?” Kaeya asks, cockiness clear in his voice. Albedo groans, punching lightly at his chest, and Kaeya laughs. “My prince.”

Kaeya, in an attempt to comfort him no doubt, begins pressing his thumbs against Albedo’s hips in small circles. This does anything but comfort him.

“Oh archons no Kaeya, nohot that- '' He reaches down, gripping Kaeya’s wrists with as much strength as he can manage. “Kae plehehease dohon’t-”

Kaeya looks confused for a moment, but upon seeing the grin on his lover's face, he smirks. “You know,” he starts, applying a bit more pressure, “people say that ticklishness increases tenfold after an orgasm.”

“Kahaheheheya!”

“Do you feel more ticklish, dear alchemist?”

“Yehes!” Albedo squeals, pushing weakly at the other’s wrists. “Yes Kaeya, I- nohoho! St-stohohop ihihit!”

“You're adorable” Is the only response he gets as Kaeya leans in to start peppering his neck with kisses all over again. The kisses are extremely ticklish, but to his credit Kaeya does avoid the star mark completely. Albedo is thankful for that at least.

Despite the tickling being even worse now than before, it makes his stomach flip happily. He squirms, trying his best to lessen the feeling, but Albedo finds he doesn't want it to completely stop. His hands hold Kaeya’s wrists lightly now, and his forehead falls onto the other’s shoulder.

Kaeya laughs fondly. “Lost all of your fight?” He asks, moving to scratch lightly at his stomach under his shirt. Albedo flinches, his giggles kicking up a small notch, but makes no move to get away. The lower the torturous hands move though, the more that feeling starts to build in his core once more.

Kaeya’s fingers eventually reach his pants, undoing the button and he leans back. Albedo is forced to look up at his face, and finds a devilish grin staring back at him.

“Albedo, dear,” Kaeya says, reaching to pull down the alchemist's pants, “think you can come again for me?”

With that, Albedo watches Kaeya drop to his knees, and he knows he’s in for a long night.

#kodi writes fics #nsft #tickletober 2022 #kaeya #albedo #kaebedo #tickling #tickle fic #genshin tickle fic #ticklish albedo #overstim #overstimulation #koditama

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Tickletober Day 5: Punishment

Archer’s Note: Picking up #TickleTober on Day 5 with every intent to see it all the way through to the 31st! I’m sure you’re excited to see some of these from your favorite mutuals, but for now, I suppose you deal with me, haha. Enjoy!

Fandom: Heartstopper; Nick & Charlie

Word Count: 725

For all Charlie Spring thought about his rugby lad Nick Nelson, there was one thought that resurfaced itself and sprang to the forefront of his mind more often than not:

He was so silly.

Every single moment he was with Charlie, it seemed as though he was holding back laughter, lips wearing a signature grin like the world’s softest jumper and just waiting for the next opportunity to make his boyfriend laugh with him; tear him away from the world for a minute, the world that had shown him its darkness so unapologetically.

Today was no exception. Today, they found themselves grinning over their interlaced fingers on the couch as they held hands in the late afternoon, watching TV - though only slightly. Nick had flexed his fingers in such a way that Charlie felt against the back of his hand, tingling its way down his spine and curling his mouth into a goofy smile that raised his boyfriend’s eyebrows.

“Char?”

“Hm? Yes, what-” Charlie flicked his eyes to his partner before evidently not liking - or liking too much - what he saw in the returned gaze, face burning with a flush of red. “Y-Yeah?”

“Are your hands ticklish?”

Reporters will say that that very question was what stopped Charlie’s heart, should it have actually done more than force the blush to paint the tips of his ears.

“W-What? I, um-” Charlie stammered, letting out a nervous kind of giggle as he attempted to relinquish his hold on Nick’s hand; no such luck, Nelson only held more tightly and tugged him closer to his chest, wearing that shit-eating smirk Charlie had grown to both fear and adore.

“I asked you a question. I mean, I already know you’re ticklish, but-”

“Don’t say that, god-”

“What, ‘ticklish’? Don’t say that-” Nick began, readjusting his grip on Charlie to cradle him in one arm, fingers splaying across his stomach after they wormed their way underneath his jumper and beginning to vibrate against the sensitive skin there. “My adorable boyfriend is ticklish? Charles Spring is ticklish?”

“NOho, oh my god– Nick!” Charlie shrieked, though he’d deny it to anyone who’d ask, giggles falling like water from his lips as his legs flailed helplessly against the cushions of the couch.

Nick’s grin only widened, eyes crinkled and teeth flashing brightly down at the younger boy in his lap as he continued the maddening crawl of his fingers, a laugh escaping of his own. “You didn’t answer me, Charlie. That really hurt my feelings, you know.”

“Ihihi’m sorry! Just-AGH, d-dohon’t-!” Charlie cackled, hips twisting roughly away from Nick’s fingers as they crawled lower towards his waistline. His eyes, previously scrunched closed in laughter, managed to catch Nick’s, and his breath caught at the affectionate wink he was given.

“Ah, right, my mistake. Here’s where I should be focusing,” Nick mused before ducking his head and placing his lips against Charlie’s neck, smirking against his throat at the string of “Nononono’s” that left his lips before blowing a raspberry.

Everything in Charlie’s body spontaneously combusted at once, nerves igniting as he burst into another fit of giggling, high-pitched and pathetically whining as “Nick” and “please” seemed to be the only words he was capable of forming. He was going to die, his boyfriend was going to kill him– so why couldn’t he wrap his head around telling him to stop?

“Nihihick, I cahan’t-”

“Give up, Char?”

All it took was for Charlie to cough out one more “please,” and Nick’s fingers relented. He took his time in stroking Charlie’s back as his giggling fading to a soft sighing from how pleasurable the light massage felt, hand moving to his hair and tousling the strands.

“You’re mehean,” Charlie managed, gazing up at his boyfriend with a look that quite suggested he thought otherwise. Every inch of skin tingled beneath Nick’s gaze, and he couldn’t quite hold himself responsible for the desire that overtook him next. Watching Nick smile like that, it was like he was begging to be kissed until he was as breathless as Charlie felt.

So kiss Nick he did.

Moments later, Nick pulled away from Charlie with an equally flustered kind of expression, as if he had been the one tickled senseless. “Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

The flustered expression hardened into something more amused. “Are your hands ticklish?”

“...Why are you like this?”

#tickletober 2022 #augtickletober2022 #tickle fic #heartstopper #nick x charlie #archer writes ✨

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Pray for Mercy

Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]

this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!

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Fandom: Supernatural

Ship(s): Destiel

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel

Word Count: 2736 words

Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.

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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.

Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.

Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.

The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.

There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Dammit, Cas, you–!”

Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.

Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.

“Cas– come on!”

“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”

Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.

Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?”

Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.

“Now, do you regret it, yet?”

Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.

Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”

And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.

“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.”

Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”

Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”

Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.

Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.

“Goddammit!” Dean spat.

“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”

“Asshole!”

Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”

Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.

“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.

“Both, you fucking– Cas!”

Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.

“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.

Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”

Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”

A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.

He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.

Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.

Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.

Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.

God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.

Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.

Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.

A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.

“Hello again, Dean.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.

But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.

“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.

Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”

Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.

“Are we done, then?”

Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”

Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?”

He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.

“You– asshole!”

“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”

Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.

“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”

Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.

“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”

If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.

“What?!”

“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”

Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?

“You fucking cheat–”

“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”

“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.

“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”

Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.

“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”

“Fuck you.”

Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.

“Are you sorry yet?”

Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?

“For attacking me this morning?”

“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”

Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.

“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”

Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”

Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”

Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.

“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”

Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.

But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #supernatural tickling #lee!dean #ler!castiel #ticklish!dean #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel

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ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ okay, so what if like Rui was trying take a nap on Tsukasa’s lap during lunch break and Tsukasa brushes his hand through his hair and thats how he finds out his ears are ticklish or something

･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

Tickletober day 26: New discovery (again)

OMG?! MARRY ME RN! HOW DARE YOU COME UP WITH SUCH A CUTE SCENERIO!!! PLS THIS MADE ME SO SOFT FOR MY BOYS!

I hope you like it :3

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Rui x Tsukasa (romantic)

Lee: Rui

Ler: Tsukasa

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was lunchtime over at Kamiyama high. The boys had eaten together, or more so Tsukasa scolded Rui into eating his vegetables... which he still didn't. Either way, Rui was now feeling tired and being the bestest boyfriend in the world, Tsukasa offered him to lay down in his lap. The purple haired male lost no time getting comfy in his partner's lap, nuzzling against his thighs as if they were a soft cushion.

Tsukasa chuckled as he softly ran his hand across Rui's hair, gently brushing his fingertips through it. It felt quite relaxing for Rui, definitely made the sleepiness worse. His eyes fluttered close as he let out a sigh of satisfaction, wishing this moment could last forever. Although, Tsukasa's fingers would ever so often stroke along the shell of his ear, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders and to let out some soft, cute giggles.

"Hm? What's so funny?" the blonde quirked an eyebrow up as he kept caressing Rui's hair.

"I-it's nohothing!" he chortled out, his cheeks slowly turning red. Of course Tsukasa wasn't convinced, he looked down at where he was touching and that's when it hit him. A smirk made it's way onto his face as he lightly wiggled a finger behind Rui's ear. "EEP! Ehehehe! T-Tsukasahaha!" Rui squealed and whined as he tried squirming away from the evil finger.

"How come you didn't tell me you have ticklish ears?! That's so cute!" Tsukasa smiled down at him as he kept caressing the cute tickle spot.

"Okahahay! I gehet it!" looks like Rui wasn't going to be able to take his nap, oh well. He sat back up, thinking Tsukasa would let him be but oh no no no he was so wrong. Tsukasa found this detail of his rather adorable so of course he had to exploit it.

"Aww c'mon, it can't be THAT bad~" Tsukasa's smile grew wider as he went back to lightly scratching behind Rui's ear, enjoying all the cute giggles and sounds his boyfriend produced.

"Pfft! Ahahahaha!" poor Rui would try leaning away from the ticklish touch, but didn't really do anything to stop him.

"Gahh you're like a ticklish 'lil kitty, so cute!" Tsukasa teased as he clutched his chest all dramatically, making Rui whine once more through his giggles. But their fun would soon be over when the school bell rang. Well... Rui let out a sigh of relief. Before he could get up to leave though, Tsukasa pulled him towards him and whispered into his ear "We'll continue this later~". Even Tsukasa's breath hitting against his ear was enough to send ticklish chills down his spine. Rui was definitely awaiting dreading what he'd do after class.

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Anyone who requests one of my fave blorbos is automatically engaged to me/j 💖💖💖

#project sekai #colorful stage #tickle fic #project sekai tickle #project sekai tickle fic #colorful stage tickle #colorful stage tickle fic #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #lee!rui #ler!tsukasa #tickletober 2022 #ruikasa

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Tickletober day 25 - Ticklish non-human attribute

Aaand another one couse Lee Tighnari is life 💪

Prompts by @lizzienaut 👇

#tickle art #genshin tickle #lee!tighnari #ler!aether #ler!colei #tickletober 2022 #tickletober #tickletober2022

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Day 22 - Vampire

C!Sapnap/C!Quackity & C!Karl ROMANTIC (since it’s a canon couple lolol)

TW - Swearing

Note - Sorry I had to change today’s prompt, but I hope you still like this one, these are two little ficlets merged into one! Hope y’all enjoy <3

“Shihihit! Sahahahap! Nononohohohoho!” Sapnap nibbled all along Quackity’s tummy, making playful growling noises, getting really invested in the role he was playing. “I’m sorry, can you hold still? I can’t suck your blood with you squirming around like a cute lil ducky~” Sapnap teased, moving back down, nibbling at Quackity’s ribs, causing a squeak and a bunch of swears in Spanish. Sapnap chuckled into his ribs, continuing the nibbles while his hands moved to his wings, spidering lightly at them. Quackity lost it, shrieking out pleas in Spanish, and Sapnap stopped soon after, but not before blowing a raspberry on his ribs. He made up for the meanness with lots of kisses and cuddles afterwards.

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“Sahahapnahahap! Thahahat tihihickles!” Of course Quackity wasn’t the only one who became a victim of Sapnap ‘sucking his blood’. Karl was next on the list, but of course he didn’t mind. “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed, now hold still, I’m trying to suck your blood, cutie~” Karl giggled at the nibbling on his side moving to his tummy. He made an effort to stay still, but it wasn’t working too well, “Ihihihi’m sohohorry! Ihihihi cahahahan’t hehehelp ihihihit Sahahahappehehehehe!” Sapnap softened at the nickname, “Awwwww don’t worry cutie, I’ll help you~” His fingers raised up to Karl’s neck, causing him to melt into the cushions of the couch. Snorts and squeaks peppered through his giggles, even after Sapnap stopped and started giving him lots of kisses and cuddles. Quackity later joined them in the cuddle pile and they all fell asleep peacefully.

#tickletober 2022 #day 22 vampire #neko’s two for one ficlets #dream smp #dream smp tickle #dsmp #dsmp tickle #lee!karl #karl jacobs #lee!quackity #quackity #ler!sapnap #sapnap #karlnapity

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 13: Blush

A/N: I find this so entertaining because literally the other two days of prompts you wanted have already been requested, AND I didn't feel like doing Ghost Tickles because it's too similar to the force and I've already written a Mando fic utilizing the force. So thank you, AnonEmu, for sending in your loving words and prompts! I hope this suffices, even though it's not exactly what you requested!

Fandom: The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Characters: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

There were times while you were getting to know the Mandalorian that you begun to pick up on his body language or verbal cues. Without having a human face to make connections with and view emotions, you had to pick up his signs and tells quicker than an average relationship.

And before long, you could tell when Din was sad, angry, anxious, in pain, nervous, and your favorites were of course him being happy. When Din was happy, he'd stand up straighter and his helmet would face you a couple seconds too long, so you knew he was smiling under there. Sometimes his fingers would tap out patterns or beats on an object he was near or holding, or sometimes on his own thigh. That showed that he was content and felt safe.

"I'm nohot kidding, I think you would look cute with this," you joked around with him one late night, holding up a large pink bow a village child made for Din after he'd helped them out.

"Never," Din replied curtly.

You were both sitting on the floor of the ship, facing each other, each leaning against an opposite wall. And your legs were laced together, one and then the other.

"They made it for you, you know," you sighed, a smile still playing on your lips.

"And as my gift, I choose to give it to you for you to wear."

"You're no fun," you huffed. The two of you shared a few moments of quiet as you thumbed the fabric of the bow between your fingers. Then you leaned forward and reached your arms up, trying to wrap it around Din's helmet.

"Stay still!"

"Stop!"

You had to heave yourself up onto your knees, but you got it on his helmet and positioned it in the perfect way before you busted up in laughter, holding onto your stomach.

"Alright, enough," Din made the move to remove the bow from his helmet, but his hand stopped halfway in the air. It was just so nice to hear you laughing, and he didn't want it to end sooner than it had to.

"Youhuhu look so adorable! Here, I'll get you a mirror!" you stumbled up to your feet and ran to get a reflective surface for Din. You brought back a loose metal plate that was meant to go into a wall panel on the ship that hasn't yet been fixed.

And it was then that you saw a new reaction. Din was blushing. You didn't know how you knew, but it seemed clear as day. He seemed tenser than normal, but not as tense as when he was anxious or mad. And his head was angled towards the floor, and once he got a look at himself, his head turned to the side. His hand slid around on his helmet to try and feel for the bow to rip it off.

"No need to be embarrassed," you sat yourself beside Din and grabbed his wrist that was searching for the bow. After lowering it, you took your hand and removed it, placing it into your lap. You looked into the vents of his helmet and smiled at him, "Like I said, you looked adorable. Definitely add it to the repertoire," your hand hadn't released Din's wrist, so you took advantage of the situation and slid your hand into his gloved one. And you held it. An image of Din's Beskar tinted pink at his cheeks swam through your brain and it made you smile brighter.

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"Come here."

"No, you're going to annoy me," that staticky voice filtered through the helmet.

You snorted. How astute of the Mandalorian.

"I wihill not annoy you," you raised your hand in the air as if to swear, "I want to test it out, okay? That's all... if you really hate it, I'll stop. I promise."

Once Din had reluctantly dragged himself back towards the bed by you, he sat himself down. And he sat stiffly. You heard him clear his throat before he presented his hand to you.

You held Din's hand in one of yours, his palm face up.

You had been helping him take off his Beskar armor when you discovered something. The arm plates had slid off, except for a sharp corner getting caught on the cloth of his glove, and you quickly reached to pull the fabric back up to its rightful place. And Din drew his arm back in such a way that you knew it didn't have to do with him feeling exposed or in pain.

With a gentle touch, you pinched the edge of Din's glove between your fingers and slid it down so his wrist was no longer covered. You glanced up towards his face, making sure you still had permission. It looked like his gaze was a little off to the left of you. You placed one finger onto his wrist and rubbed the skin tenderly.

And then the reaction came again. Din's fingers twitched and he moved to pull his arm to himself, but you made sure he kept it in your grip.

You smiled a mile wide towards him, "You're soft there," was how you decided to word it. And again, you could see Din blushing. It was endearing. Not literally, of course, but the energy was the same.

Your finger rubbed around his wrist until it slipped under his glove, hooking the fabric and dragging it up a hair, just so you could touch his palm now. Din gasped and his fingers flinched.

"Very soft," you seemed to whisper unconsciously.

This was a big step for your relationship. You were seeing and touching some of his skin. You weren't going to take this new step for granted. Anything to keep Din blushing like you knew he was.

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"Nuh-uh, no."

"Please! Oh, please, Din!"

"You're going to stop and never bring this up again."

"Fine..." you huffed, before continuing, "I wasn't doing anything in the first place."

Din eyed you. Yes, eyed you with his literal, beautiful dark brown eyes.

"Could you be crystal clear and tell me what it was I was doing that got you so defensive, Mando?" you turned the tease up to 11, crawling towards him on the plush sofa you two had previously been cuddling on.

Din shook his head and his eyes tried to avoid yours now. You watched him suck in his cheek in the effort to not smile, you assumed. And that only made you smile bigger and brighter, "I just touched you like..." you reached out a hand towards Din's side and his reflexes caught your hand before you touched him, "... well, almost like that."

"I said to stop."

"You don't mean it," you tilted your head just as he moved his in the same direction, mirroring one another, "You want me to. Just for a little."

"W-Why... no, no I-I don't think I do," Din's voice got small and his eyes shifted, the corners of his mouth twitched and tugged, just dying to be pulled up into a smile... but the best part was the flush that creeped up his neck and spread to his cheeks and ears.

You smiled and leaned in closer while he still held onto your wrist, an illusion of keeping it at bay.

"You're so cute," you breathed and grinned and your hand easily slipped past Din's defenses and wiggled along his side. Your other hand quickly joined in to keep the activities lively.

Din bucked and that smile finally broke through, sweet giggles accompanying it. You kissed around his pink neck, and at the apples of his cheeks, and finally one sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, now rosy from laughter and joy you helped bring to him.

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