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TickleTober Day 29 - Wake Up!

@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - Definitely 29 (Wake Up!) with Hobie getting tickled awake one too many times by Gwen, Pavitr, and/or Miles. I admit I wouldn't be able to pick just one. 

Why choose? I’ve got a feeling it’d probably take all of them to get his ass good, and why not revenge it? Got a little carried away with this one, but I’m pretty happy with how it came out! Used a few of Panda's hcs too! Sorry for the all the lateness recently, it’s been quite the month (O_Ou) Anyhow, I’ve loved writing these spider sillies for you, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hobie, brief Gwen

Lers: Miles, Gwen, Pavitr

Summary: There’s one golden rule in Hobie’s house boat; don’t wake him up. His friends always break that rule. Deciding to be brats, the spider kids tickle Hobie awake once again. After he recovers, he takes a little revenge.

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

In Hobie's boat, there was a spoken and unspoken rule. One that his friends could never seem to follow, no matter how many times he snipped at them for it.

Don't wake him up.

Every single time he lets one of them crash at his place, he winds up awake way before he wanted to be. Sometimes it's an accident, like a loud sneeze, broken cereal bowl or random floor squeak. Other times, though, it was 100% intentional. Times like that one.

Hobie was peacefully sleeping, draped over his couch. The other three had stayed the night, so he of course offered up his bed. The punk was tall, meaning he needed a bigger bed. The mattress comfortably fit the three of them, and he could live on the couch. He'd rather have his friends be comfy anyway.

He was planning on sleeping in. True, noon is a bit late, but he had goofed around most the night with the other spider kids; couple that with a full day of patrolling, and you'll know that he deserved a nice rest.

Gwen had been the first to wake up, her father's old work schedule sticking with her. It was nearly nine, but still. She quickly got bored, and not wanting to be the only one awake, poked Pav's sides. He slowly woke, grabbing at her hands and giggling. 

Giggling... Bingo. It would probably get her killed, but Gwen had a wonderful idea. "Hey Pav, how much do you value your sanity?"

He rubbed his sides, still a bit put off by the light tickling. "Uhum, it depends? What do you have in mind?" The mischievous look on her face, while endearing, sent a small chill down his spine. That look only meant one thing, though it wasn't aimed at him this time.

"I think Hobie deserves a special good morning. For letting us stay over, you know?" Pavitr sighed, knowing exactly what she had in mind. “Are you even a small bit worried about his revenge? He has told us many times over to just let him sleep.” He wanted to add that her idea would only get them “tortured,” but the thought made his cheeks go pink. It wouldn’t be that bad...probably.

The next to get roped into her plan was Miles. He got a much nicer wake-up call; Gwen was a bit too flustered to tickle him awake. She opted for poking his cheek until he groaned. “Mmmph…wah?” The boy slowly sat up, immediately picking up on the playful vibe in the room. Should be fun, whatever it was. “What’re you two planning, and can I get in on it?”

One hushed, giggly conversation later, they had a plan. A very stupid, silly plan that would undoubtedly backfire, but a plan.

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Pavitr inched towards the sleeping punk, regretting his offer to pin him. If even one floorboard squeaked, or if Hobie’s spider sense went off too early, he would be a dead man. A giggly dead man, but a dead man nonetheless. Slowly, he raised his wrists, firing off a few webs at Hobie’s long arms. The punk shifted, but other than that, he didn’t react. Whew…

Miles and Gwen, the cowards, crept into the room behind him. Now that Hobie was restrained, they had no chance of being punished for their actions. “Nice job, Pav. You wanna do the honors?” The bubbly teen shook his head, backing away. “Oh no. I did the dirty work. You seal your own fates.”

Chuckling, Miles approached Hobie; he was feeling brave. He could feel the anarchist stir as he straddled his waist. It was clear he didn’t want to get up, regardless of what was happening. Miles placed his hand on Hobie’s stomach, slowly curling his fingers on the taunt skin. Hobie’s eyes fluttered open, a small glare on his face. The teen just smirked. “‘Sup, Hobie.”

The punk growled, tugging at his arms. Gwen giggled, Pavitr moving behind her to avoid his gaze. “You little shits… What’d I say ‘bout waking me up?” The hell…? Oh. They pinned his arms with web fluid. They were double dead now. “Al’ight, which one a’ yous planned this?”

Pav, ever loyal, pointed to Gwen behind her back. She swatted his hand away, laughing. “Ihit was a group effort! Morning, Hobs!” 

He huffed, looking down at Miles’ fingers for just a second. “You lot are dead as doorknobs.” That would have been a believable threat if a smile wasn’t threatening to come out. Just thinking about the slow fingers on his stomach were getting to him, though he’d never admit it. 

“Sure, sure. Who’s the one pinned under who, Hobie?” Oh, that cocky little- “Miles, I would not push our luck!” At least Pav had some sense. He would go easy on the teen when he took his revenge. Maybe. “It’s cool. Hobie isn’t going anywhere.”

“When I get outta this, you’re all gonna-” Miles cut him off with wiggling fingers, finally attacking the hero’s midsection. Hobie suppressed a squeal, snapping his mouth shut to block the silly sounds from escaping. He thrashed and tugged at the webs, almost bucking Miles off him. The smug teen yelped, hanging onto the couch for dear life. “Hey guys! Little help?”

Gwen quickly ran over to assist, knowing what would happen if Hobie got free; she wasn’t ready for their fun to end so quickly. Hopping on the couch, she sat on his thighs, back-to-back with Miles. “I gotcha! Here, lemme just-” She skittered her nails along his calf, knowing softer tickles worked better on his legs. The stoic boy cracked, bass-sounding giggles rumbling in his chest. Even his giggling was cool…

“Y-youhuhu aharse! Gehe’ ohohoff!” He tried kicking his legs out, but with Gwen on his thighs, he could only squirm. Miles was wasting no time, digging into his stomach and scribbling on his navel. Gwen, on the other hand, was being torturously gentle. It was a small mercy that Pavitr hadn’t joined them, still hesitant on whether or not the punk was okay with it all.

Why did he have to be so nice? Hobie wouldn’t say he was enjoying the silly interaction. He would never, ever admit say something like that. The teasing teens were just enjoying a small joke with him. A joke they would be paid back for, with interest, but a fun game all the same. Who was he to deny them that small pleasure? “Y-youhu’re wahastin’ prehecious time thehere, Pavi! Ihihi’m gohonna kill all ohof you whehen I gehet loose, mihihight as wehehell have sohome fuhuhun!”

The concerned teen needed no more encouragement. He practically bounced over to where Hobie’s arms were pinned, ready to wreak havoc on his nervous system. Pav knew that Hobie had to be in the right mood for them all to tickle him; thankfully, he was. Ten eager fingers dug into Hobie’s hollows, pulling a squeak from his full lips. 

Okay, he was regretting that decision. Hobie tried to curl up, tug his arms free, anything to gain the upper hand on the teens “attacking” him. Pav’s webs held strong though, Gwen’s hold on his legs surprisingly sturdy. While he was completely occupied, Gwen was growing a bit bored with the sort-of-loud laughter. She felt like being a menace; the big reactions were what she was after.

Hobie’s eyes widened when he felt Gwen messing with his boot’s laces. “GW-GWEHEHEN! DOHON’ YOUHU FUHUHUCKIN’ DAHAHARE!” Two pairs of eyes quickly moved to Hobie’s legs, the boys wanting to see what would happen next. Pavitr knew that was a bad spot, but Miles was the most inexperienced with Hobie. It would be funny to see his reaction.

Gwen, knowing he would do anything to get her off, laid across his legs. Hopefully her weight and strength would be enough to keep him down. The anarchist could handle tickling almost anywhere else. That spot, though? He was screwed.

Miles and Pav each stopped their teasing fingers, figuring he could only handle so much at once. The first boot came off, thunking against the wood floor of his house boat. “Gwehendy! Gw-gwehen, c’mon! Enough’s ehenough, mate!” She didn’t share his opinion. One finger dragged up his socked sole, making him muffle a squeal. “Really, Hobs? Plaid socks? And you say I’m a monster.”

“F-fuhuck ohohoff! Miles, Pahav, get her!” He looked to his friends, silently hoping they’d see how evil that was. Both teens gave him an apologetic smile, just holding him down. “Sorry, big man. We won’t let her kill you, promise.” Those little fucking- “GYAAH! GWEHEHENDYHIHI! NAHAHAO!”

Boisterous, loud, frantic laughter flew from his lips, quickly filling the room. He thrashed like a lanky worm on a hook, kicking and twisting in every direction possible. It tickled so fucking much. 

Miles was taken aback by the intense reaction. He had never seen Hobie laugh that hard before; it was just one foot, with the sock on. Mental notes were definitely being taken. “Damn Hobie, you’ve got some pipes on you.”

He wanted to flip the boy off, yell at him, do anything other than laugh his ass off; yet he couldn’t. The spot was that bad. Tears of mirth grouped in the corners of his eyes, his dark cheeks stained a bright red. He could barely form a sentence through his laughter, much less escape. Pride crawling in a hole for the moment, Hobie did the one thing he said he’d try his hardest to never do: beg. “PLEHEHEASE! GWEHEN- STOHOP!”

Just like that, the devilish nails left his socked sole. Miles and Pavitr quickly put some distance between themselves and the punk, valuing their lives. Gwen cut the webs on his arms, freeing him to curl up and giggle his head off. And he did just that; his arms wrapped around his midsection, one hand going to rub his poor foot as his knees went up to his chest. Gwen jogged to the kitchen, getting him a glass of water. 

When offered the liquid, Hobie sighed, downing the entire cup in seconds. His cheeks had calmed a bit, breathing slowly returning to normal. Miles whispered to Pav, not knowing that Hobie could hear every word. “Never guessed Hobie would be a ticklish-feet guy. Hell, I never thought he’d be that ticklish, period.” The punk groaned, making Pavitr giggle. “Why do you think he wears those big boots? Tickle deterrent.” 

Okay, that’s enough of their shit. Hobie stood, one booted and ready to enact his revenge. “I suggest you lot run now.” Miles needed no more warnings, turning invisible and darting away. Pavitr ran for the bedroom, locking himself inside. Gwen tried to do the same, but one of Hobie’s webbed snagged her and brought her into his arms. “Hey there, Gwendy. I fink some payback is in order, yeah?”

Trapped in the backwards hug, Gwen couldn’t do much besides squirm and plead with him. She was regretting not changing out of her thin sleep top. “H-hobie, come ohon! I was just trying to make you smile! It- it worked, didn’t it?” Okay, check on the obvious lies. “Y’know I don’ like liars, Gwenny. Time ta pay your penance.”

He dug into her stomach, paying special attention to the small amount of pudge below her navel. She squealed, her knees quickly buckling as loud laughter poured out of her. She really couldn’t handle the taste of her own medicine. “H-HOHOBIE NOHOHO! IHIT- NOHO FAHAHIR!”

Hobie snorted, loving her immediately crazed reaction. “Not fair? You kiddin’ me? This is 100% fair, ya shit.” He decided to be a bit mean, using both hands to claw at her ticklish tum. Snorts started to break up her laughter, her cheeks growing red as cherries. It was worth waking him, but damn, why did his hands have to be so big?! 

A creak came from the floorboards behind him, making the lanky boy pause. He webbed Gwen’s arms to her sides, scanning the room. “You. I’m gonna be back for you.” Hobie turned his full attention to the rest of the room, watching as his old floorboards shifted near the bathroom door. Bingo.

Hobie spent the rest of the afternoon hunting the perpetrators and making sure they learned their lessons. By the end of it, all three superpowered teens had rosy cheeks, dopey smiles and tired eyes. They were currently in a cuddle pile on the couch, the punk being used as a communal pillow. And you know what? He wouldn’t change a damn thing.

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[thebest-medicine]

Day 29: Wake Up!

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

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Do you like Poly Nein? Polymorph? Sweet couch snuggles? Kitty cats? Please enjoy this Beau Yasha Caleb snuggly fic. [read on AO3]

Words: 1.1k

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Yasha is splayed out on one of the lounge chairs in the tower, Beau curled up against her side, and in her lap a fluffy orange tabby cat purrs quietly. 

There was something so soft and sweet about being a cat for a while - Caleb found polymorphing to be a nice (and less direct) way to relax and show his friends physical affection. Plus, the radiating hum of his purring really felt like it had some kind of healing magic of its own. Yasha pets gently down Catleb’s neck and back. He buzzes happily, pressing into her hand. She reaches around to his chin and scritches sweetly. Catleb can’t help but lean into her fingers. A soft snore comes from Beau’s direction, startling the barely conscious cat. 

“Ooo, you’re okay.” Yasha comforts him as she brings over the hand that was wrapped around Beau over and starts to scritch at both sides of Catleb’s chin. “You’re such a good boy.” She scrunches her nose and smiles. 

One downside to polymorphing is that it sometimes messes with Caleb’s impeccable sense of time. He tends to be more… forgetful with his non-human brain. Tonight is one of those nights, but Catleb and Yasha are oblivious as he purrs loudly and rubs his face into her scritching fingers. 

There is a familiar but unexpected whoosh of magic as Catleb returns to his natural form, and Yasha suddenly finds herself with a lap full of lanky human wizard. Beau startles partly awake as his legs kick into her space a bit when the spell ends. “Hey!” She grumbles, startling awake, leaning forward a bit and craning her neck to look at Caleb.

Caleb is smiling blissfully at first, his brain still catching up with the magic. His chin remains in Yasha’s palms, and she grins as she scritches at the skin under his chin like she had been doing a few moments earlier. Caleb shivers, his body relaxing into the couch and Yasha’s soothing touch.

“Aww, look at you, such a good little kitty.” Yasha teases softly. She scratches the top of his head.

Caleb’s keen mind seems to be catching up, Beau notices as his cheeks and ears begin to blush pink.

Caleb tries to back up out of the barbarian’s pleasant touch, worming his way further down the lounge. 

“Stop squirming!” Beau hisses. “This things not fucking big enough for three fucking-”

“Aw, but he’s just a little thing, isn’t he, Beau?” Yasha interjects, a fond smile on her face as she reaches out and pulls Caleb closer when he starts to make a move to get up. “Hardly takes up any space.” She squeezes him in a hug around his middle and Caleb squirms, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Hey! Hey, what did I say?” Beau scolds when she gets a face full of Caleb elbow. “I’ll give you something to fucking squirm about.” 

Caleb tenses, then, the squirming picks up along with a slight panic in his voice. “Nein, nein- Beauregard, no- wait!”

Yasha pulls him in tighter, smiling sweetly at him. She tucks her head down against his neck and ear, nibbling and peppering small kisses. 

“Ahh! Eee- nehehein!” He sputters, flustered blush shining brightly on his face alongside his smile. Just then, he feels two hands wrap purposefully around his waist, just below his ribs on either side, Beauregard.

They’re sleepy and just want to make him squirm and laugh a bit, so both Beau and Yasha have a quiet understanding not to escalate things too far. They don’t want to lose their nap companion - though they had to admit that he did fit into their pile on the lounge much more easily in cat form - they didn’t map out the logistics beforehand, oh well. Improvising works.

“Aww, I wish we could get you to purr when you’re not a cute kitty.” Yasha coos as she tickles down his neck to his collarbone and near the edges of his armpits. “I bet we could. If humans could purr.”

Caleb turns his head away at the teasing. “Hehehe Yasha, ah- Beau!” He laughs, squirms helplessly, pinned to Yasha in a bear hug. 

Beau begins pinching softly at his spare ribs, one side then the other, and Caleb wriggles side to side. “You- ahahaha- this is nohohot going to- AH! Ehehehe- going to hehehelp us sleep!”

“Sure it is.” Beau replies.

“Nohohoho it’s not!” Caleb whines.

“Well if you would just stop squirming and kicking at me, maybe we’d stop.” She retorts. “And then we could go back to sleep.”

Yasha jumps in, adding, “Well, I’m not so sure about that actually.” She takes one finger to her chin, pretending to ponder. “You’re just so cute.” 

“Nohohohohoho-” Caleb turns redder, trying to hide in Yasha or the cushions. She wiggles her fingers where they lie wrapped around Caleb’s middle. “Hehehe ah- no! St-stahahop it.” 

“Heh.” Beau snickers as she pinches her way slowly up his ribs, moving easily around Yasha’s large arms. 

Caleb writhes, trapped between them, and starts laughing even harder. Yasha nibbles against his collarbone and he gasps. 

“You ready for bed? Or do we need to tire you out more?” Beau asks with a grin - one that Caleb doesn’t see as he has his eyes slammed shut and is currently desperate to bring his chin down to his chest and protect from the soft, quick nibbles and scrape of teeth.

“I- I-” Caleb trails off into laughter. He kicks his legs wildly on the couch. He squeals when Beau pokes into a particularly sensitive rib.

“Alright, alright.” Yasha chuckles softly against his skin. 

Their touches turn from tickling to a gentle palm down his sides. Beau’s arms wrap around his middle in a hug, joining Yasha’s. Caleb jumps at first, but then just wriggles a bit into Yasha’s body beneath him while giggling out the last of his leftover laughter.

They try for a few minutes to comfortably fall back into a sleepy state, but it is not unnoticed how much harder it is with three bodies - and one of them being Yasha’s - trying to lounge across this small couch. 

Beau yelps when she tries to adjust and nearly falls off the side. “Okay. That’s it. We’re going to bed.”

Yasha and Caleb agree as the three of them head over to the nearest bedroom to continue their sleepy afternoon.

Yasha flops back into the middle and pulls both tiny humans in to her sides. She nuzzles into Caleb’s head and then turns to do the same to Beau, breathing in her hair. 

They’re smiling as they start to close their eyes, breath a bit slower, steadier.

Just before they fall asleep for real, Caleb sends a wink Beauregard’s way. “You had better hope I don’t wake up before you.” 

Beau snorts. 

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #critickle role #ticklish!caleb #polynein fluff #beauyasha #polynein #m9 #mighty nein #beauregard lionett #yasha nydoorin #caleb widogast #fluff #critical role #mine #day 29 #tickletober #augtickletober #wake up #they cute. they nap together. they tickle. all i need. #tickle fic #tickling #polymorph #catleb #we got dogleb day 3 now we get caleb day 29 youre welcome

[trashyswitch]

Day 29: Wake Up!

Luigi and Mario have work this morning, but Mario refuses to wake up! But his antics seem more...playful than usual? So, Luigi decides to go along with Mario's playful mood.

This fanfic is dedicated to @Cartoon_whore on AO3! Cause you never fail to show up to comment on every Mario fanfic I have. XD And I also dedicate this fanfic to UndertaleSansLuv3 on AO3 as well! Cause you comment a lot too, and I love seeing your name show up in my inbox!

I appreciate all the love! I hope you all enjoy!

Luigi picked up Mario’s mug as well as his own, and carried it to Mario’s nightstand. “Mario?” Luigi called, putting the mug on the nightstand and looking at the alarm clock. Right away, Luigi noticed that the alarm wasn’t on. In fact, he couldn’t recall hearing the 8:00 alarm go off at all. That only meant one thing: Mario forgot to turn on his alarm last night. 

Luigi sighed and put his own mug of coffee down on the same nightstand before sitting down beside Mario on the bed. “Mario?” He called, shaking him lightly. “Wake up.” Luigi called. 

Mario groaned and snuggled himself further into bed. This little reaction was easy to predict. 

Luigi narrowed his eyes slightly, and shook his brother a bit more. “Mariooo. Hellooo?” He called. 

Mario mumbled something and covered his face with his blanket. Luigi widened his eyes upon seeing this. One push away is usually all he does…Mario is rarely ever stubborn about getting up…and yet, here he was. Was it because it was a Friday? Perhaps it was…

Luigi sighed and got out of bed. He took a sip of his coffee to wake himself up, and walked up to where Mario’s face was supposed to be. “Mario. We have work today.” Luigi told him, lifting up the blanket slightly. 

Mario growled and grabbed the blanket, pulling it onto his face again. 

Luigi was taken aback. Holy crap! This is so unlike Mario! 

“Mario? Are you sick?” Luigi asked. “What’s wrong?” 

Mario grumbled. “Vaffanculo.” Mario spat somewhat harshly. 

Oh my go- Okay, that’s it. Luigi huffed and crossed his arms. It had only been 5 minutes, and Luigi had already had enough. Mario is acting like a child. And if Mario’s antics make them late, then it’s gonna look unprofessional! “Mario…Now’s not the time to be childish.” Luigi warned. 

Mario uncovered his face and stuck his tongue out at him. Only…Mario had a slight bit of a smirk on his face. Luigi noticed this little change immediately. Was…Did Mario wake up in a playful mood or something?! 

Luigi’s shock slowly turned into a mischievous smirk. So that’s how he’s gonna be…Alright. Two can play that game! Luigi climbed back onto the bed again and sat himself on Mario’s covered ankles. “This is your last chance. Get up, or I tickle your feet.” Luigi warned. 

Mario grunted and mumbled something along the lines of ‘Try me’. 

Well, that just made Luigi even more confident in his antics! Fortunately for Luigi, Mario never slept with the sheet on. The sheet was always kicked under the blanket. So, uncovering Mario’s feet only involved moving his red comforter off them. Seeing Mario’s feet, Luigi pulled his toes back slightly and scratched a single finger on his right foot. 

“eEEK!” Mario pushed the covers off himself and reached out to Luigi. “LuiGI- STAHAhap!” Mario yelled, clenching his fists. “Ihi’mup! I’M UP! Ihi’m uhup!” Mario told him. 

Luigi smiled and stopped his little attack. “Good.” Luigi muttered. It really didn’t take much for Mario to break from just a couple pokes to the feet. And that wasn’t even his worst spot! Luigi got off Mario’s ankles and started to climb out of the bed. Hopefully that was enough playing for now. 

“Nnnope you don’t!” Mario declared, grabbing Luigi’s shirt and pulling him back into his bed. 

“WaitWHAT?!” Luigi shouted, before feeling his brother’s dreaded nails against his bare sides. “eeEEEEK! WahahAHAHA! IHI- COHOHOME OHOHOHON!” Luigi shouted. 

“Oh, you thought you could tickle me and get away?” Mario asked him. “Newsflash, Luigi: You can’t.” Mario teased, tickling his belly next. “aaAAHAHAHAHA! NOTMYBELLY! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Luigi shouted. “YOHOHOhou wohouldn’t wahahAKE UHUP!” Luigi yelled, his laughter going up and down in volume every time Mario would go remotely close to his belly button. 

“Well you see, Luigi…” Mario started to explain. “I was awake, but someone wouldn’t give me a chance to wake up properly!” Mario told him. 

“YOHOHOU LIAR! LIHIHIARRR!” Luigi shouted back. 

“Liar?!” Mario reacted, surprised. 

“YEHES! YOHOHOU’RE AHA LIHIHIHIAHAR!” Luigi shouted next. 

“What makes you think I’m lying?! You clearly didn’t look at me when checking on me…” Mario told him. Luigi turned himself around and attempted to get him back. “Lihihiars gehet puhunihihished!” Luigi told him. 

“Excuse- NohoHOHO! DOHON’T- NOHOT THEHEHERE! NOHOHOHOOO!” Mario shouted loudly, squeezing Luigi’s fingers in his ticklish armpits. 

But Luigi fully expected this kind of reaction. “Uh oh…My hands are stuck.” Luigi teased. 

“Dohohon’t yohohou-” Mario gasped and squealed. “DAHAHAHAHARE! AAAHAHAHAHA!” 

“Looks like I’m gonna have to tickle-tickle-tickle you till you let me go!” Luigi finished off his little tease. 

“NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR! NOHOHOT FAHAHAIR! NAHAHAHAHA!” Mario shrieked. 

“It’s a darn shame you’re such a bad liar. Otherwise you may have gotten away with that little white lie.” Luigi teased rather evilly. “Oh well…can’t teach an old man new tricks.” Luigi teased. 

“WAHAHATCH IHIT!” Mario managed to get one squeeze on Luigi’s ribs, which was enough to get the upper hand once again. “Whohoho ahare you calling ohold man?” Mario asked with a smirk. 

Luigi squeaked and threw his head back, laughing somewhat quietly. “Hahahahaha! Ahaham Ihihi wrohohong?” Luigi asked. “Yes!” Mario reacted. “This is coming from the person with bad knees!” Mario shot back. 

“Shuhuhut uhup!” Luigi shot back. 

“No way! Take it back.” Mario ordered. 

“NEHEVERRR!” Luigi shouted. 

“Okay. Then I’ll just keep tickling you until you do.” Mario decided. 

Luigi attempted to get the upper hand again by going for the back of his knees. “Nohohot ihif I gehehet yohou bahahack!” Luigi warned. 

Mario gasped and stopped tickling, pulling his foot back. “NO! Don’t you think about it, Luigi!” Mario warned. 

Luigi pulled his leg open. “Why? You scared?” Luigi asked. 

“M-Maybe.” Mario admitted. The truth was, Mario’s knees were THE WORST spot to go for! And Luigi knew that all too well. So if Luigi goes for that spot, he’s 100% done for.

Luigi just laughed as he figured out how to keep his leg straight and his knee open. “Any last words?” Luigi asked. 

Mario stared at Luigi, terrified of what he was about to do. Luigi knew how bad this spot was. And thankfully, Luigi rarely ever goes for the back of his knees. But today, as it would turn out…was going to be that day. “Just…go easy.” Mario told him, visibly nervous with a wobbly smile on his face.

Luigi looked at Mario for a second, processing his words. He tilted his head, confused. “Of course I’ll go easy on you. Don’t you trust me?” Luigi asked. 

Mario bit his lip and sighed with relief. “Y-Yeah…Ihi guess that’s true…” Mario replied. 

Luigi smiled and looked at the time. 

[8:19am] 

Now knowing he had at least 5 minutes, Luigi smiled. “Okay. Good.” He fluttered a single fingernail gently onto his left knee pit. 

Mario snorted and covered his mouth in shock. There was barely a nail on his back knee, and it already looked like Luigi was trying to kill him. Luigi noticed Mario’s reaction right away. It looked like the spot tickled him a lot more than he had remembered. Was Luigi not remembering his sensitivity correctly? Or was Mario getting more sensitive the older he gets? 

Curious to see how much Mario could handle, Luigi added a second finger, and ‘walked’ his fingers against the knee pit. Mario squeezed his eyes shut and wheezed, before falling onto his back. After a few minutes, Mario’s wheezes began to shift into loud, cackly laughter. “OHOGOHOD-! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed like his life depended on it. 

Luigi removed his middle finger, and delicately fluttered the index finger on his ticklish knee pit. Apparently, the tiniest little touch on this spot was enough to make Mario giggle rather hysterically. So, Luigi took this as a sign to stop. He removed his fingers and let go of his brother’s leg. “That’s it. You awake now?” Luigi asked him with a smirk. 

Mario let out some breaths of relief as he attempted to recover. “Th…thank you…” He replied. “Ahand yes…Ihihi’m awahake now.” Mario replied. 

Luigi smiled and patted his leg. “Good.” Luigi replied. “And you’re not gonna fall asleep again, right?” Luigi asked. 

Mario chuckled and shook his head. “No can do. It’s almost 8:30 now.” Mario said. 

“So considerate.” Luigi said as he offered Mario a hand up. “Mind if I return the favor?” He asked, being a little charmer. 

Mario smiled and took his hand, allowing Luigi to pull him up off the bed. When Mario was on his feet, Luigi looked at the time. “Alright. Time for you to start getting ready.” Luigi told him.

Mario chuckled and poked his side. “Boop!” Mario added for extra effect, before sprinting away from him. 

“WAH- Mario!” Luigi reacted, hugging his side. 

Mario just laughed as he ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth and fix himself up. 

Luigi sighed and picked up Mario’s coffee, walking up to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. “Want your coffee?” Luigi asked. 

Mario opened the door, revealing himself with a dark red toothbrush in his mouth. He took the coffee from Luigi, muttered a ‘Thanks’ and closed the door. Luigi chuckled and slowly drank down his own coffee while he made Mario a quick breakfast. 

It was only once in a while that Luigi had to resort to tickling his brother to wake him up. But, Luigi didn’t mind. It’s rather funny seeing his brother’s giggly, playful side once in a while. It showed a more human side of Mario that not everyone had the privilege of knowing. Luigi felt grateful for every little playful moment he could get with his brother. Cause when you manage to get Mario into a playful mood…it would always prove to be the funniest thing you’ll ever see. 

#wake up #brotherly love #teasing #luigi is a good sibling #childish #mario is a little shit #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #ticklefic #switch!luigi #switch!mario #family fluff

[shadowpon-3]

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!

#sfw tickling community #danplan #danplantickling #tickletober 2023 #hosuh #oddjayalter #jay #wake up

[amazingmsme]

Wakey Wakey Teddy

AN: I’m such a sucker for charted, I have such a soft spot for them. Hope you enjoy!

Sam didn't make it home last night. As bad as it was, Charlotte preferred when he didn't. She knew he ran around behind her back, loving on girls half her age. Being trapped in a loveless marriage took its toll, but that's what coping mechanisms were for. Between the coffee and the cigarettes, Ted Spankoffski was her favorite way to cope.

Charlotte wasn't stupid, she knew their coworkers were on to their little affair. They were just too nice to say anything. Still, she wanted to avoid walking into work together.

"Ted. Ted darling, wake up. Don't wanna be late for work." She gently shook his shoulder, drawing out a tired groan from the man. "Come on sleepyhead, I'll make you breakfast," she said, trying to coax him out of bed. He sleepily swatted her away.

"Mmmnnngh, not hungry, 'm tired," he mumbled, turning over and snuggling deeper in the covers. She smiled fondly, slipping a hand beneath the covers to wrap around his bare chest.

"I know, but we're gonna be late," she said, idly tracing her nails over his skin. He shivered under her touch, breath hitching in his chest. Charlotte sported a devilish grin as she draped herself over his shoulder to look at him.

"I think I know just how to wake you up," she said, more to herself than to Ted. He grumbled, peaking one eye open before closing it once more. Without any warning, she dove her hands under his arms, wiggling her fingers with reckless abandon. His eyes flew wide open and surprised cackles filled the air, still slightly raspy from sleep.

"Bahahabe! Bahahabe dohohon't!" he pleaded, legs kicking underneath the sheets and tangling himself up.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way to get your lazy ass out of bed!" she defended her actions while still turning him into a giggly mess. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" she cooed in his ear as she raked her nails up and down his ribcage. He shrieked rather loudly before attempting to curl up like a shrimp. He only wore boxers when he slept, so she had unlimited range of sensitive skin.

"Chahaharlotte ihit's too early toho tehehease!" he whined, snorting when she squeezed both hips. She chuckled evilly, scratching her nails over his stomach. His laugh continued to raise in pitch, bordering on hysteria. Ted had a funny, sweet laugh. It was one of Charlotte's favorite sounds.

"Oho, it's never too early for that," she spoke against his skin, nipping his earlobe. He groaned, tilting his neck to grant her easy access. She pulled away, crawling out of bed much to his dismay.

She slipped on her robe, beckoning him to follow her. "There's plenty more where that came from. In the kitchen." He groaned, ever so slowly moving to sit up. She smiled and walked over to the nightstand, grabbing her phone from the charger. She froze when she say the screen, showing today's date beneath the time.

A hand flew up to her mouth as she stared.

"Oh... Silly me, it's a Saturday. Guess we can sleep in after all," she said, climbing back in bed and under the covers. Ted gawked at her, mouth hanging open.

"You woke me up for nothing?" he yelled and she shushed him.

"Not for nothing, I thought it was still Friday," she said, a gentle smile on her face.

"That's really not good enough. And after what you put me through, I'll be damned if I ever let you leave," he growled, pouncing on her. She squealed, quickly melting into joyous laughter as bright as the morning sun. She could get used to mornings like these. They both could.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #charlotte sweetly #ted spankoffski #sweetkoffski #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm #tgwdlm fic #tgwdlm tickle fic #ticklish!ted #day 21: wake up

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 10 - Cloak

Sa Dowon x Seol Beom | [N$FW]

A/N: we have a rare fandom today! These handsome boys are from manhwa "Full Volume"! If you guys haven't read that I'll recommend it to read it, it is n$fw though, like this fic! Enjoy!

"Woah, are we doing a roleplay?"

Beom nodded shyly as he showed his outfit to Dowon. He made sure to look extra arousing for his lover, carefully picking the right costume that would make Dowon's mouth water. 

"Are you a little slutty vampire?" Dowon purred, licking his lips and smirking.

Beom nodded again as he made his way to Dowon who was sitting in bed. "What do you think?" He asked, straddling Dowon's lap and encircling his arms around his neck. 

"What do I think?" Dowon asked, raising an eyebrow as he eyed Beom's outfit. 

A long black cloak fell behind him, the collar was high, almost at the level of his jaw. Under the cloak, his torso was bare and across his chest he had a pretty harness with a metal ring in the middle. It was tight around his plump chest and Dowon felt the urge to bite his flesh. 

Further down, past his plump hips, a small pair of black leather underwear clung to his body, showing all the edges and bulges of a growing erection. Beom smiled when Dowon's eyes lightened up at realizing that the underwear had a zipper that went from the front all the way back to the tailbone. 

Beom grinned mischievously and he grinded against Dowon, feeling him slowly starting to wake up down there. 

"So?"

"I love it. I want to eat you whole while wearing this."

Beom covered his mouth to muffled a moan as Down grabbed his waist and pulled him closer to him, his mouth just a breath away from hiss chest. If he reached out just a little bit, he would- 

"Aangh! A-Ah, Dowon, my n-nipple," he cried when Dowon closed his mouth around one of his erect nipples, his fingertips lightly tracing up his back, making him gasp and arch against him. 

"Yes, I love your nipples, Beom."

Beom moaned again, grinding harder against Dowon, but also trying to push him away. 

"W-We c-can't! Let me start the s-stream if you're going to-" 

"We'll do it late or some other day. Now hold your hands up here," Dowon said, gathering Beom's wrists between his hands and pushing them against his chest. "Don't move."

Beom whined, "D-Dowon, we shouldn't- w-what are you doing?"

Beom saw with dazed eyes how Dowon grabbed his cloak and started to wrap it around his upper body, successfully trapping his hands. Beom moaned when he was pushed to the bed and Dowon leaned down to kiss his stomach. 

Dowon made sure to suck and bite and lick every path of skin that had Beom shivering and moaning out his name and circling his hips, trying to find some friction for his poor cock. He kissed around Beom's belly button just how he liked, but the streamer was surprised when he suddenly felt Dowon's mouth closing against his navel. 

It didn't take long for him to feel Dowon's tongue poking him there. 

He giggled, jerking his hips. "N-No! S-stohop that! It's tihihicklish."

Beom felt his lover grinning against his skin. "Are you ticklish?" 

"Yehehes, Dohowon. S-so n-no mohohore! Eek! Ahahaha, nohoho!" 

Fingertips dragged up the muscles of his stomach. Dowon's touch was always gentle, but this time it was also lighter and it made Beom's skin prickle ticklishly. He giggled brightly and tried to stop Dowon's hands, but he was trapped, wrapped with his cloak like a burrito. 

"Why didn't I know you are ticklish, Beom? And very much so, I would say," Dowon said, nibbling the rim of Beom's belly button, making him shriek. 

"B-Behehecahause you wohohuld do thihihis- ahahaha, please not thehehere!"

"Of course I would do this, especially when someone here is really enjoying his tickles."

Beom's cheeks felt on fire. Of course he felt how the light touches and the attention on his belly button were doing wonders to his lower parts, but he blamed all to Dowon because he… well… he was Dowon! 

"Ahahahah, plehehease n-nohoho!" What was he thinking when he wore that damn cloak? "Dohohowon, Ihihi- ngh!" 

"Are you ticklish here too?" 

Beom threw his head back with loud laughter when he felt fingertips scribbling against the tip of his cock. He tried to close his legs, but Dowon was between them and he heard him chuckle. 

"I'll cuhuhum! Plehehease, Dohohowohon!" 

"Will you? Just because I'm tickling you? Oh, I would absolutely love to see that!" 

He really should have thought better before using that cloak...

#miya&mia's tickletober #Tickletober #tickletober 2023 #full volume #sa dowon #seol beom #dowon x beom #ticklish!Beom #spicy #n$fw #manwha full volume #Mia's things #tickle fic

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 22 ~Ticklish Kiss~ (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet)

“Wait, wait! Wait- you hahaven’t sahhahaved!”

“I’ll shave later. First I want a kiss!”

There were few people who knew about Hassel’s morning facial hair. He shaved his face so cleanly you’d think it’d be impossible for him to grow anything beyond peach fuzz. Alas- the Elite Four’s face fur came in stubbly and impressively thick- giving him a proper 5 o’clock shadow that even Kofu would be jealous of.

Of the two of them, he was the true early bird- so wake up kisses for Brassius were always given post his morning routine. Today though, he was feeling rather needy and forgo’d it for cuddles.

That- and he may have been feeling a bit cheeky also.

“Gohohooho cleheheahn up fihihihirst! It tihihihiickles!” The smaller man cried, gently shoving at Hassel’s shoulders as his husband buried his face into his neck, stubble scratching away. “Hahahhahahas pleahahhahahahse!”

“What’s this? Brassie- do you really mean you won’t kiss me?” Hassel mock gasped, putting on his best pout before mock whimpering. “Oh Brassie! My heart is broken!” He dropped his head dramatically against his chest, “crying” as he buried it into the open part of his sleep shirt. Brassius let out a wheeze of mirth, his squirming intensifying as he laughed beneath him. “Braaaassie!”

“Aheahhahahahahahahahaha! Hahhahahas, yoohoohohohou mehehehehenache! Gehahahhahaa, fihihihihine, fihihihihne! Ihiihih’ll kihiihihihiss you!” At the cry, Hassel reappeared, eyes shining. “Yohohou’re a teheherror.”

“But do you mean it? Will you give this old heart of mine the love it desires from you?” Hassel crooned, the words warming Brassius’ already hot face further. With a soft snort, he reached out, pulling Hassel close before capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

When they pulled away, they were slightly flushed, Hassel’s heart racing within his chest like a baby fletchling. “Happy now?”

Hassel smiled, leaning in for another-

A hand came over his mouth, gray eyes narrowed. “After you shave.”

Fair enough.

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober #pokemon #scarlet and violet #brassius #hassel #hassel x brassius #ephemeralartshipping #I love them your honor #I had a sudden need for lee!Brassius and I took it #akjrajerkjeakjrejkajkrjelr #I originally was gonna do Hardenshipping cause yes? #but like- I just really needed these two aoreakjlrjkearjk

[yallmakemyassitch]

Tickletober Day 4 /// Weak Spot

Summary: Elizabeth had been quite the naughty girl recently and her mother strives to figure out the problem. Once it had been resolved, the two bonded like no other, keeping the mansion filled with laughter and kisses.

Word Count: 2947

Character count: 16760

Tobi talks: Yeah sorry for the late upload y'all, my goofy ass decided to make a quick fic which ended up becoming a whole ass story lmao. But I wasn't lying when I said I was cooking you guys up with something spicy. Enjoy the story folks ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆ I had a lot of fun!

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Gold shined through the towering windows of the decrepit mansion, it was morning, and the downstairs bustled with maids and butlers as they began their routine of tending to the Mulberry family. Heather, the head of it, paid them no mind and only briefly oversaw their work before finally getting enough guts to confront the issue.

Elizabeth, her daughter, had been acting strange these few couple days. When Mrs. Mulberry first inquired her about her unusual behavior, it started off with Eliza insisting nothing was wrong. But when probed, she snapped. Heather was initially apologetic as she had thought she had overstepped her boundaries and agreed to give her the space her daughter needed. But as the days passed, the young girl became more angsty and even rude to her mother, going as far as to backtalk her at one point.

This wasn’t her little girl, she knew. Although Heather wanted to ask more questions and figure out why the child was being so cold to her and even their staff, she held back. Now, Mrs. Mulberry wasn’t one to be frustrated, or even angry as acting out would never solve any problems. But when Elizabeth uttered a passive insult for no apparent reason to the maid serving them their dinners, Heather had enough and sent her off to bed early

Elizabeth huffed and stormed out of the dining room, much to the dismay of her mother and the rest of the staff who did their best to not eavesdrop. Now that a full day has passed, the British woman couldn’t help but feel guilty for raising her voice, even if objectively it was by a small margin. Her child was suffering somehow and she promised herself she would never react that again, no matter what Eliza did.

Now facing the tall double doors that lead inside to the 8-year-old’s room, Heather briefly sighed before grasping the doorknob and twisting it open. The room was vast and wide, the entire wall in front of her was only windows, filling the room with the beautiful sunrise. But what she was really focused on was the large bed in the corner of the room harboring a small lump beneath its sheets.

Heather smiled at the sight, approaching the little girl with a gaze filled with nothing but warmth and affection for her child. The blanket that covered her body rose up and down in slow patterns. Elizabeth was facing away from her and although her face was almost completely pressed into her pillow, her expression was relaxed and peaceful as she quietly slumbered.

She hated that she had to interrupt something so precious but she did come here for a reason. Reaching a hand forward, Heather placed her gloved hand on her shoulder and gently shook it. “Wake up, my love. It’s morning.” Her voice was at a near whisper, the Brit knew Eliza was a light sleeper so it didn’t take long for her to arise.

Elizabeth grimaced before opening her eyes but immediately shielded them from the bright sun. She turned on her side facing her mother. Her eyes widened a bit and Eliza had started to avoid her line of sight, mumbling a brief greeting.

“Eliza, we need to talk about last night.”

And just like that, Eliza recoiled, almost cringing as her mother sat down on the edge of her bed, her feet nearly touching her back. Her mother’s gaze was unwavering but ultimately concerned, as she stared at her daughter. Elizabeth could hardly meet her mother’s eyes, preferring to stare at the comforter that she wished she could grab, but could hardly focus to summon her “hands”.

“Elizabeth, love. Why did you say those things?”

The dam seemed to break in an instant as the green-eyed child did her best to fight back the tears and the immeasurable guilt she was feeling. But alas, thin streaks of tears escaped her eyes and nearly all the way down her pale skin. It was stopped by her mother’s comforting hand as she wiped away the tears. “Shh…shh…I’m not angry at you, Eliza.”

That only seemed to make her feel even worse as she began to sputter and hiccup as sobs bubbled inside her chest. Heather seemed to sense she was reaching the edge, so she calmly wrapped her arms around the small girl, a hand behind her head as she whispered assurances into her ear. “Just let it all out, dear. I’m listening.”

Eliza cried out into her mother’s arms, hardly able to keep the tears and snot off the designer clothing she donned. “I-I didn’t mean to…”

Heather chuckled a bit and released her daughter, her hand holding the side of her face as her yellow eyes brewed with understanding and patience. “I know you didn’t mean to, sweetheart. I know you better than you think.”

This seemed to calm Elizabeth down enough for her to speak more coherently. The girl wiped the remaining tears off of her face, few managing to leak. “Take your time, I just want to know what’s wrong.”

Elizabeth stared off for a moment, contemplating what she could say before even speaking up. Her sweet little voice was croaky and sorrowful from the crying, Heather could only hope to remedy this later on. She brought her knees up to her face. “My classmates have been really mean to me…”

The British woman’s eyes fell, so that’s what's been going on. She didn’t comment on it, only choosing to nod her head with acknowledgment. She went on. “They said I was ugly and I’ll *sniff* never be loved.” Her voice cracked as she recited what these supposed classmates had been saying to her.

Now Heather had the chance. “And how did that make you feel?”

Eliza began to cry again, eyebrows furrowed with regret. “Really bad…”

“So why do you think it’s okay to make someone else feel the same, hm?” Saying those words stung to even belt out, but it was necessary.

“It’s not! I was just so-”

“Upset?” She finished. “Your feelings are valid, Eliza, believe me. But that’s no reason to treat someone else as terribly.”

Elizabeth looked even more guilty and hid her face into her knees, softly sobbing to herself.

“I think I deserve an apology, don’t you think?” Heather crossed her arms, looking at her child expectantly.

Eliza finally met her gaze, her green eyes wrought with salty tears. “I’m really sorry.”

Heather was almost satisfied, keyword, almost. “You should always tell someone what you’re sorry for when apologizing, love.” She was already reaching forward to embrace her daughter once again, smiling kindly at her.

Elizabeth didn’t wait a second and crashed into her arms. “I’m sorry for saying all those rude things, Mom. I’ll never do it again.”

The British woman encased her entirely in her arms, doing her best to calm down her crying daughter. “Thank you, Elizabeth. I forgive you.”

The child wrapped her arms around her mother, falling limp as she was held so close, she could smell the expensive perfume radiating from her clothes.

“I’ll make sure to say sorry to the maid later.” She heard the girl chirp in her arms. This surprised the woman, but this ultimately bloomed into pride as she once again expressed her maturity.

“As you should, dear.” Heather let go of the girl and smiled at her. Elizabeth did the same but was a fool to not expect her mother to suddenly press a long, tender kiss on her forehead. It was dramatic, as all her other ones, making all the intense tingling on her head send butterflies to her belly. Eliza’s chest shook with giggles as her mother pressed tiny kitten kisses to the sides of her cheeks and ears.

“Mom, that tickles!” The green-eyed child cried, the sadness that remained in her heart from the situation seemed to disappear in an instant.

“Oh, does it now~” Eliza’s heart dropped, she should not have planted that seed in her head.

Heather was notorious for tickling the young girl, especially when she was particularly stubborn in the mornings. Her feet were the spot that always had her teary-eyed and begging for mercy from the supposed ‘tickle monster’ mantel her mother claimed she possessed.

Time seemed to move in an instant as a gentle but firm hand managed to fasten around her ankle when Elizabeth attempted to squirm away.

“N-no Mom, please I’m sorry!”

Her mother looked up at her curiously. “Now why apologize again, love? You’ve already had.”

And just like that, gloved but ruthless digits began to glide painfully across her socked sole.

Elizabeth was already beginning to crack up but chose to resist, biting to bottom of her lip as she tried to block out the insane tingling shooting up her leg. Elizabeth was gasping for respite as her mother showed no sign of stopping the tickly torment, now circling a single finger around her sole as her foot scrunched up to attempt to block her from traveling further.

“Oh, trying to stop me now?” Mrs. Mulberry looked back at her daughter, silently admiring her panicked expression. “Just let it all out, dear. You know you want to laugh~”

Now her mother was beginning to claw up and down the socked skin, chuckling deviously as she watched her daughter desperately try to contain herself. It only took a few more seconds before Elizabeth was overwhelmed with a storm of uncontrollable giggles, her mouth agape her bubbly and saccharine laughter lit up the room brighter than the sun ever could.

Heather smiled, now showing teeth. “Good girl~”

“Nohohoho! Ihihit’s too muhuhuch!” Elizabeth cried, her cheeks a gorgeous pink while her eyes couldn’t be seen as they were too scrunched up with mirth.

“Oh love, we’ve barely even started.” Mrs. Mulberry began to scratch at her arches, a noticeable sweet spot for the poor girl as she hollered. “Plehehease Mom! Eehehehahaha!”

“I don’t think so, young lady. You’ve been quite spunky recently, haven’t you?”

Heather’s smile widened at her increased thrashing. Eliza was turning from left to right, her arms well wrapped around her torso as she cackled freely into the air, her laughter bouncing off the walls.

“Buhuhut I sahahaid I was sohohorry!”

The Brit shrugged her shoulders. “That you did, but you never apologized for being so ticklish, now did you?” She laughed a little when her daughter’s cheeks turned a little darker at the tease. “Nohohoho! Thahahahat’s stuhuhuhpid!”

Heather recoiled in mock offense. “Oh, nothing is stupid about your little quirk, little one. I can nip your heels…” She pinched her heel fast all over. “Scratch your sweet little soles…” She clawed at the flesh. “And even tease your cute arches!” Heather scribbled at her arches, titillating the flesh with the pressure of a feather, making it all the more ticklish and torturous.

Elizabeth was losing it, her face well past its peak of pink and now resided into a redder territory. She could hardly even thrash anymore as she had used up so much of her energy earlier.

“MOHOHOM, AHAAHAAHAAH!”

“Oh, but I cannot forget the most important thing of all~”

Oh no.

She knew where this was going.

Elizabeth couldn’t stand anyone touching her there.

The child glanced at her mother, desperation burning behind her green eyes. Her mother locked eyes with her, a few seconds passing by as the two silently read each other through their gazes.

One was desperate the other wouldn’t do it. Meanwhile, the other couldn’t care less and even had the nerve to give her a warm yet infuriating smile.

Mrs. Mulberry posed her clawed hand above her quivering foot. “Those pesky little toes!” She dug in, making sure her digits fit perfectly before scritching at the skin in between each phalange, making sure the material she wore on her feet rubbed against the sensitive skin between the toes. She scritched the spaces delicately, knowing the itchy socks would do most of the work for her. Elizabeth couldn’t squeal louder, throwing her head back to belt out what she’d been holding in, mirth couldn’t describe her condition, she was just far too ticklish!

“NAHAHAHAH!” Eliza screeched, burrowing her face into her pillows and sheets to cope with the insane sensations she was feeling.

Heather picked up on the cough in the middle of her hysterics and gave her one good last tickle before letting up and releasing her foot from her captivity.

Elizabeth was far too giggly to realize she had been let go, so she lay limp on her bed, her lips continuing to let out loads of giggling before she ultimately relaxed. Mrs. Mulberry covered her mouth to hide her proud smirk, snickering as her daughter gulped down greedy breaths of air.

“My my, still as ticklish as always hm?”

The mess of purple hair turned to glare at her, which only lengthened Heather’s smirk.

“Nghhh…” She groaned.

The Brit giggled once more before she began to relax herself. “Are you alright?”

Elizabeth nodded her head, her chest laid across the soft bed. Heather’s gaze softened and she once again leaned down to give her a kiss, it was very brief and pressed into her temple rather than barrage her with kisses.

She peacefully accepted it and closed her eyes when it was executed. Elizabeth however was confused when her mother continued to stare at her, the warmth behind her eyes ignited to a blaze. “What?”

“It’s nothing, just admiring my beautiful and brilliant daughter~”

The girl groaned yet again, rolling her eyes before hiding her face once again, face red at the sudden praise. Heather grinned. “Now don’t hide that gorgeous face from your mother!”

As if Eliza couldn’t get any redder, she felt more blood pulsate throughout her entire visage. She had her head pressed under a pillow as she kept pinned at its sides. “Come now, love. Let me see that face your classmates are so jealous of~”

Elizabeth refused to react any further, refusing to show her her smiley face.

“Ah, I see how it is~”

The young girl was relieved that her mother was finally gone- what! At lightning speed, her mother managed to summon her own pair of disembodied hands that kept her feet still when she tore off the socks, the only thing that protected her from her mother’s total wrath was gone and thrown carelessly onto the floor. She couldn’t move her ankles one inch.

“W-WAIT!” Elizabeth threw off the pillow and was now scrabbling to turn to face her mom, but could hardly even turn her body since she was pinned.

Heather wanted to make this easier on her, so she simply turned to her child and wiggled her fingers at her. “Oh I wonder what these would do to your pretty feet~” She was teasing her, and even at one point lowered them so close she was nearly touching her bare soles. Eliza couldn’t believe the mess she was in and fell limp, accepting her fate.

Mrs. Mulberry snickered a bit. It was such a shame Elizabeth had to suffer such a terrible fate as in that moment, she had a devious idea. Wearing gloves all the time left her hands quite soft and smooth, but that didn’t mean she didn’t take care of them after all. As a lady, it was her job to keep her nails clean and consistent. So when Heather began to slowly pull the corner of the glove, revealing her pale skin. She rubbed them, it had been a while since she took them off so she took a bit of time getting used to the new air, even going as far as to crack her knuckles.

This caught the attention of her daughter and once she realized what was going to happen began to struggle, pulling at her ankles as hard as she could muster while curling them up as much as possible.

Heather chuckled at her fruitless efforts and simply raked her well-manicured, blunt fingernails up and down the tender skin. Elizabeth was reduced to a giggling pile of nothing instantly, it was obvious that she was sensitive but to this degree was shocking. Even after she stopped, she could still feel the sensations of her mother's fingers clawing her skin.

“Plehehehease, mohohommy-” Eliza caught herself and covered her mouth in shock, hoping that her mother didn’t hear. But she did and she was smiling.

“It’s as if you were a toddler yesterday. Never change.” Mrs. Mulberry says affectionately and shakes her head with a soft laugh. She was no less reminded of the times Elizabeth as a younger child giggling and pleading for her mother to stop tickling her with her nails. Did she listen? If she actually meant it then yes, but more often than not it would result in more of her fingertips pressing into her soft soles and keeping the baby in stitches all over again.

Elizabeth howled when nails scritched up and down the flesh, her mother even going as far as to circle her nails around the balls of her ankles, knowing well that spot was unusually sensitive.

She went back to tormenting the creamy skin, making sure to show every spot a bit of love before moving on. Eliza was hysterical, laughing so hard and so loud the Mulberry staff could hear everything from outside the room and downstairs where they were desperately preparing but couldn’t help but slow down and even snicker to themselves as they knew exactly what was taking place upstairs.

Not a second was spared further and they continued their work, their day getting a bit brighter with each squeal heard.

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#oc tickling #lee elizabeth #tickle monster #my fic #tickle fic #oc #my art #digital art #ibispaintx #tickletober 2023

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 3 - Cuddles

I've been slowly revisiting my old fandoms for the event, and the MHA curse may or may not have re-infected my brain. Soooo here's some DabiHawks because I'm basic (TvT). Loving this event so far, it's really challenging my creativity and overall commitment levels! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Hawks

Lee: Dabi

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

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

Dabi just wanted one morning where he could wake up peacefully with his bird boy. Just one nice, calm, soft morning. With Hawks, however, that was never an option. He had barely opened his eyes before he felt something poking his cheek. 

“Heeeeey crispy~” Ugh, that nickname… He wished the pro had never thought of it. At least his morning voice was nice. Dabi tried to tune him out, digging his face into his partner’s arm. “Mmmph. Go back ta sleep…”

Peacefulness wasn’t really an option for the winged hero. He was feeling playful, rested and wanted to mess with his man. Besides, twelve o'clock is a perfectly reasonable time to wake someone up. Not his fault that Dabi’s not a morning person. The villain groggily swatted at the other’s hand.  “But I’m not tired. You need to get up, it’s almost noon.”

Dabi groaned, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Why did he always have to do that? “No. Sleep.” He rested his head against the other man’s chest, hoping to sway him to the sleepy side. He never got the best rest at night, even with Hawks by his side. Mornings were dreaded by him, he always tried to get a few more hours out of his partner.

Hawks just chuckled and shook his head. He was more than used to Dabi’s groggy morning routine. Still, he was a bit antsy, wanting to start the day.  Feeling mischievous, he moved his wings, gently brushing the tips of his feathers on the burned boy’s neck and arms. 

That got a reaction, though it wasn’t the one he was looking for. Dabi pushed himself up, gathering Hawks’ wrists in one hand and pushing them above his head. The ravenette was practically laying on top of him, using his strength and weight to keep him pinned. He was awake now. Hawks wasn’t worried yet, his playful smirk on full display. “Wohoah. Thought you were tired, Dabs. Don’t mind this, though~” 

Dabi rolled his eyes and huffed. That man… He was gonna get it. “Always gotta go there, huh?” His free hand rested on the blonde man’s side, drumming fingers against his bare skin. “Think I got a way to wear you out, birdy.”

Now Hawks was worried. The smirk wavered, a nervous smile replacing his confident grin. Dabi didn’t make empty threats like that. “Hey! Lehet’s- let’s talk about this!” He tugged at his arms, trying to free himself. Pinned on his back, Hawk’s wings wouldn’t be much help. He could get them to Dabi, but the fiery man would easily push them aside. Besides, he’d rather not draw attention to the sensitive appendages. 

“Nothin’ to discuss. You’re being a shit; ’m just returning the favor.” The fingers on his side bent into a claw, slowly scratching the area right under his ribs. Hawks bit his lip, refusing to break so quickly. Dabi wanted a reaction? He was gonna have to work for it.

He wanted to play hardball? Fine. Dabi could play hardball. He kept his clawing light and slow, teasing the other man. The claw climbed upwards, toying with his ribs before moving back down. He was gonna be cruel about it. “Silent treatment, eh? We’ll see how long that lasts..” 

Hawks could feel his cheeks heat up as he squirmed. He was only in his boxers, his lover wearing a loose tank-top. He was almost completely exposed to Dabi’s ticklish teasing. His breathing was only getting shakier, the tight bite of his lip wobbling. The winged hero couldn’t hold out forever.

The fiery man saw his reactions, chuckling. “Look’it you, all blushy and squirmy. Could eat you up, nugs. Actually…not a bad idea.” Dabi lowered his head slowly, his clawing fingers running up and down the blonde’s ribcage. Hawks kicked and squirmed, but nothing he did could stop his boyfriend’s lips from touching down on his stomach. The hero finally broke, squealing and bursting into bubbly giggles as he felt Dabi’s teeth on his stomach.

“GYAAAhahaha! Dahabihihihi noho!” Hawks bucked his hips, trying to get the other man away from his ticklish belly. Dabi chuckled against his stomach, sending little vibrations through the sensitive flesh as he nibbled and kissed on it. He was being so mean!

As if all the teasing and provoking wasn’t enough, Dabi decided to speak against his belly too. “Such a ticklish thing, aren’t we? Wouldn’t it suck if I spilled to the League about this? Even with your wings, I doubt you could fend off Twice’s little army. So many wiggling fingers~” He switched from clawing to scribbling, still focusing on the winged hero’s ribs while nibbling on his belly. 

Hawks was in stitches, giggling and squeaking like there was no tomorrow. His cheeks were burning, the teases hitting their mark and flustering the man. “Youhuhu s-suHUHUCK! GEHEHET OHOhohoff!” The gentle scraping of his lover’s teeth on his belly, the fluttery feeling of the kisses; it was insane. Correction; it was driving him insane.

In a way, Dabi was still getting his cuddles. He was pretty much laying on Hawk’s lower body, he was kissing and loving on him, and his partner was smiling. True, pitchy laughter was right behind that smile, but he wasn’t picky. Pinning his arms above his head and tickling him was just a part of the fun. 

“Bahabe- babe plehEHEHEASE! MOHOHOVE!” Hawks was quickly losing it over the tickles, the nibbles and kisses on his toned stomach more than he was ready for. He was used to Dabi being mean, but he normally wasn’t this cruel. He should’ve just gone for the cuddles…

Dabi’s head finally pulled away, a wide and smug smirk adorning his features. He ran his hand across his boyfriend’s stomach, wiping any loose saliva from his tickly attack off the surface. That man knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying it. “Aww, guess my birdy can’t handle a few kisses. Maybe you should think about that next time you wanna be a shit.” He kept both Hawk’s arms pinned above his head, using his free hand to drill into the blonde’s hips.

Think about that next time? Oh, he’d be thinking about it for the rest of the day, possibly into the next morning. And maybe, just maybe, he’d do the exact same thing tomorrow. But at that moment, all he could do was laugh. “DAHABIHIHIHI! WHYHIHIHI AHARE YOU SOHO MEHEHEAHAN?!”

“It’s my job, Keigo. I’m an evil villain, remember? Gotta keep my bratty bird boy in check.”  That made Hawk’s entire face go red, the blush actually spreading to the tips of his ears. They seldom used each other's actual names, as they had gotten used to the aliases before they started dating. Hearing his name come from Dabi’s mouth, on top of the tickling and teasing tone…it’s safe to say he was flustered. Even better, the worst was yet to come.

Dabi’s eyes wandered, landing on his boyfriend’s wings. He had long since figured out how sensitive they were; that was hardly the first time he’d tickled the man. This meant that he knew exactly how ticklish his wings were, and just how to go at them to wreck the hero. His hand slowly moved behind his ribs, getting closer and closer to the base of Hawk’s wings. “Ya know, there’s one spot I’ve been dying to get to. I’d say I’ve been pretty patient, wouldn’t you?” 

Oh, that ass. “DAHABIHI- DABI NOHOHO! YOUHUHUHU WOUHULDN’T!” Dabi just laughed, leaning down and whispering right in his ear. “Oh, I would~” He let go of Hawk’s arms, quickly flipping the man over now that his hands are free. Hawks, both dazed from the tickled and flustered out of his mind, couldn’t react fast enough. He was straddled in seconds, both of Dabi’s evil hands scratching along the bases of his wings. 

When I say this man cackled, I mean he lost his shit. 

“NAHAHA! SHIHIT- DAHAHABIHIHI! IHI- YOUHU- GAHAHA!” He writhed under his boyfriend’s touch, the crazy ticklish spot driving him up the wall. He could barely think, barely speak, barely do anything other than thrash and laugh his ass off. Dabi found it quite amusing. “Damn, birdy. Got some pipes on ya there. Should be calling you songbird.”

Hawks ultimately gave up, resigning to his ticklish fate. He couldn’t get Dabi off his back, couldn’t focus enough to use his quirk, and couldn’t stretch his wings far enough to retaliate. He just pressed his face into a pillow, laughing his heart out as his boyfriend destroyed him with tickles.

Eventually, Dabi got his fill, seeing the puddle of squirmy cackling beneath him. He climbed off of the winged hero, instead laying beside him and pulling him close. Hawks was still giggling like crazy; the intense tickling left him with plenty of phantom sensations. Dabi just rubbed his back, placing little kisses on his forehead as he cuddled up to the blonde. “Easy, babe. I’m done, you’re good.”

It took a solid three minutes, but Hawks finally regained his composure, sighing into Dabi’s chest. The tickling had definitely worn him out; all the antsy energy he felt that morning was spent. In fact, he could use a nap.  He draped across his boyfriend’s sides, breathing out a sleepily muttered “jerk” before closing his eyes. 

Dabi just chuckled, gently scratching the pro’s head as he drifted off. It was gonna be at least a good hour before he woke back up. Looks like he was getting his cuddles after all…

#mha tickle #lee!hawks #ler!dabi #tickletober 2023 #augtickletober2023 #ticklish!hawks #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #my hero academia tickle #mha tickling #lee!keigo #ler!touya #mha #bhna #bhna tickle #mha hawks #mha dabi #dabihawks #dabihawks tickle #augtickletober

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hiya! For August tickletober, may I please request Day 1 with Lee! Dazai and ler! Kunikida?

Dazai cannot stand tickle anticipation and will giggle in literal seconds😂. Kunikida knows this, so when the two are in private, he'll use it against Dazai as punishment for annoying him during work.

Feel free to decline and have a fantastic day!

Tickletober day #1: Anticipation

WOOO FIRST TKTOBER FIC EVERYONE CLAP

Starting with everyone's fave suicidal maniac and idealist~🥰

Hope you like it! :D

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Dazai x Kunikida (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Dazai

Ler: Kunikida

Warnings: Tickles!

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It was like any other day at the ADA. Ranpo snacking on his stash of sweets, Yosano torturing- healing her patients, Atsushi helping out Kyoka with her job, Kunikida following his schedule to a T, and then there was Dazai. Being a pile of lazy bones as usual. If he wasn’t tormenting his coworkers for his amusement, then he was usually napping at his desk or at the couch. I guess he was feeling extra lazy today as he was sprawled out all over his chair, sleeping like a tired kitten, or a mangled corpse

At the sight, Kunikida let out an audible groan. You’d think by now he’d be used to Dazai’s antics, but it always managed to get on his last nerves.

“Dazai, stop slacking off—“

The brunnette’s whole body jolted awake, looking down to see Kunikida’s hand resting on his thigh.

“What was that about?” the blonde quirked up a brow curiously at the sudden reaction.

Usually, Dazai was one to always have a witty remark up his sleeve, or bandage, but this time he didn’t know what to say. How could he admit that Kunikida touching his thigh felt… tickly?

“You just surprised me is all. Now, let me go back to sleeeeep~”

Still, Dazai was pretty good at masking his embarrassment by acting like his usual, annoying self. This of course got the blonde fuming once more.

“You still have work to do- Are you even listening?!”.

Dazai had slumped back down on his seat, the nerve of this man!

“I’ve had enough of your childish antics, Dazai. Either you wake up, or I’ll make you” Kunikida’s voice sounded a bit different at the end. It wasn’t his usual annoyed tone or anger. In a way, there was a sense of confidence in his voice. As if he knew what buttons to press, or in this case, which spot to caress. The blonde’s hand positioned itself over Dazai’s thigh once more. The brunnette shuddered slightly but reamined stubbornly asleep.

“Fine then, you asked for this” there was a slight tug at Kunikida’s lips as he got to work. His fingertips slowly stroking up and down Dazai’s thigh. It was so gentle, so slow, like he had all the time in the world. Yet on the inside, Dazai could feel every atom on his body screaming at how ticklish it felt.

“Kunikidaaa…~” Dazai whined out, but didn’t bother to move away or try to stop him. Perhaps too tired? Or maybe something else. But that didn’t matter, the goal was to get Dazai to crack, and Kunikida was determined to see it through.

“What’s wrong, ticklish?”.

How could a simple word send butterflies all over Dazai’s tummy? And the ligjht, consistent stroking of his thigh was starting to drive him insane. He knew that this teasing was just prolonging his unevitable demise, so why couldn’t Kunikida get it over with already?! The thought of Kunikida tickling him to death sounded very appealing, after all.

Dazai was broken out of his inner struggle as he felt Kunikida do the egg crack motion over his knee. “gyAH! Kuniii, just tickle me already!-“ a soft gasp escaped his mouth once his words settled in. An evil grin settled on Kunikida’s lips, knowing so well that Dazai could never handle the anticipation.

“If you say so~”.

“Wait wait- KUNIKIDA!!!”.

The shriek that escaped Dazai’s mouth surely got everyone else’s attention, he wouldn’t live that down for a long time. But atleast now he could focus on Kunikida’s wiggly fingers~

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #bsd #bsd tickle #bsd tickle fic #dazai osamu #kunikida doppo #lee!dazai #ler!kunikida

[thebest-medicine]

Day 21: New Discovery

Tickletober 2023 - Our Flag Means Death - Stede / Ed - lee!Ed

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: I’m weak for season 2 and I need soft sweet moments between them forever and ever. This is very late yes shhh #Tickletober2023butits2024

Words: 750

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Stede slowly blinked open his eyes. There was a warmth next to him, it felt so inviting. He reached out, clumsy with the fog of sleep, until his hand met the warm skin of Ed’s shoulder. He sighed, content, wrapping the arm further around his bedmate. Ed sleepily turned to face him, eyes closed with a smile on his face.

“G’mrning.” Ed mumbled. He reached up with one hand to run a thumb over Stede’s fingers.

Nestled in the blankets, they whispered stories and ideas with each other for a long, drawn-out half hour, during which Ed had the pleasure of Stede’s soft affection - a hand twirling his hair, fingers traipsing gently down his arms, it felt safe. It felt like home.

Stede scratched just behind Ed’s ear and he nearly let out a purr. Fingers glided down Ed’s neck, leaving a grin and a shiver in their wake.

Stede smiled fondly. “Ah, ticklish?”

“Dunno mate.” Ed shrugged, a bit impeded by their current position. “I guess.”

Stede raised a brow, smile somehow both terribly endeared and a yet little sad. “You don’t know?”

Ed mumbled a confirmation, nuzzling a bit closer to Stede.

“Right, right. Who would try to tickle the great Blackbeard, hm?” Stede said, his eyes scanning down Ed’s body. He reached out cautiously, and brushed a finger, gentle and slow, over the skin just above Ed’s night pants, watching him with a blooming curiosity.

“Heh-” There was that shiver again, Ed’s eyes shooting open. They flicked from Stede’s hand to his face.

Stede’s smile was warm, playful. “I think you are, in fact…” Stede paused then. Ed was watching him, wide-eyed. Stede held his hand up. “Listen, say the word and I’ll stop, okay? Is it alright if I give it a try?”

Ed felt warmth blossoming along his cheeks. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, wriggling onto his back and pulled his arms up over his head. “Sure, mate. Go nuts.”

But, loyal to the gentle nature of their morning, Stede did not in fact ‘go nuts’. Instead, he traced a few fingers, soft and wiggling, across Ed’s stomach.

Ed’s stomach sunk beneath the touch, sucking in as he snickered out a laugh. His arms twitched with the desire to pull down and protect himself. “Ehehe, Stede.”

Stede paused. “Is that you asking me to stop?”

Ed squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the sensation a bit with the added benefit of not having to watch Stede watching him. “Did I say stop?” He answered after a few beats.

“No, you didn’t.” Stede hummed, pleased, and then Ed gasped as fingers pinched lightly at each of his sides. He sucked in a breath, wobbly with near laughter.

“Ticklish anywhere else, hmm?” Stede asked, trailing his fingers up to poke gently along Ed’s ribs.

He squirmed at that, wriggling side to side in an effort to alleviate the sensation and keep the tangle of laughter building up inside him, well, inside. It was a hopeless endeavor by the time Stede’s fingers traced their way up, up, up… Two fingers touched down in the center of each armpit and Ed’s arms came crashing down with a giggly shout of surprise.

“Oh! Oh shit. Ehehe— wait!” Ed giggled, and Stede pulled back right away.

“Alright there?” Stede asked with a bemused but cautious smile.

“Fine. Heh, just kinda, surprising.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck when he could get his arms peeled away from his sides. “Feels… weird.”

“Oh, it’s all in good fun. I know plenty of folks don’t like it though, I won’t do it again—”

“No! No.” Ed stammered. He took a breath, and a few ghosts of giggles slipped out. “It’s, uh, good fun, yeah, like you said.”

Stede practically beamed at him. “Mm.” He ran a hand gently down the side of Ed’s face, tracing along that chin he loved.

Ed’s heart nearly swelled from the sweetness of the moment. He thought it might burst. An out, quickly. “What about you, then, hm?”

Stede raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ticklish?” Ed smirked.

Stede’s nervous grin and blush were answer enough.

Soon, they were scrambling about the bed with laughter and shrieks and wiggling fingers. It would be a while before either of them received any morning briefing from the crew.

#tickletober 2023 #tickletober23 #ticklish!blackbeard #blackbonnet fluff #tickle fic #TT23 #blackbonnet #stedward #gentlebeard #mine #fluff #new discovery #ticklish #finding out someone is ticklish trope #I love you #kisses you on the mouth #tickling #ofmd #our flag means death #augtickletober2023 #my fic #blackbeard #gentleman pirate #Edward teach #stede bonnet #fic #cute #cuddly tickles

[turtletimewriting]

Very Late Tickletober Day 29: Wake Up!

Summary: Mutant Mayhem's Raph has been charged with waking up Donnie. (Lee Donnie, ler Raph)

Note: Warning this is a tickle fic for those somehow confused!

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Donnie gradually became aware of the morning but there was nothing on this planet that would get him to open his eyes. School was amazing and just as fascinating as he always dreamed it would be. But it was tiring of six straight hours of talking with everyone and meeting new people and paying attention and doing work.

The footsteps above their sewer was heavier and the traffic was rumbling with the bumper to bumper morning work run. But he nestled further down into his blankets. He kept his eyes closed and relished in the cozy heaviness of sleep.

Until he heard his tent zip slowly being unzipped.

One day, his brothers would realise that it didn't matter how slow they unzipped the tent, it still made the loudest most obnoxious noise right beside his head. They were not being sneaky.

He still didn't bother opening his eyes. Aware or not, they would see him still sleeping and then leave him be.

The person paused for a moment once his tent was fully unzipped. But he couldn't fully relax as he could still feel them hovering over him.

Just enough time had passed for him to almost open his eyes, when he was suddenly shoved violently inside his sleeping bag.

"C'mon Don! Wakie wakie, eggs and bac-y!" Raph obnoxiously hollered despite shoving him further into his sleeping bag. Once he was fully trapped inside, Raph quickly zipped up the bag to totally trap him.

"Raph!" He screeched, kicking out wildly.

"Should've woken up when you were supposed to!" Raph sang as if the universe had blessed in the night with the mission of becoming the most annoying person on the planet.

Donnie grunted as the world tipped violently upside down. His arms were way too tight as Raph grabbed him and was now bouncing him around the room. "Raph! Let me go! Leo! Dad!"

The shaking stopped. "You snitch."

Donnie was dropped back down on to his blanket pile in his tent but Raph must be grabbing the zip as Donnie couldn't pry open the zip from the inside out.

Raph had piled his huge self on top of the sleeping bag. Donnie kicked him again and he felt him shift. He went to break free but the bottom of the bag was unzipped.

Trying to awkwardly amble out of the bag, Raph quickly snatched up one of his frantically kicking leg and held it in a choke hold. His stupid dumb body weight pinning him inside the bag.

And Donnie knew immediately what was coming next.

You did not grow up as a younger sibling without knowing what came next when someone suddenly grabbed your foot.

The noise that erupted from him was probably closer to a seagull than it was a turtle. Not that he could see but Raph's evil grin took on a maniacal twist.

Donnie let out an anguished shriek as Raph's fingers met his sole. The instant flustering jolt snapped up his spine. A light spidering sensation across his sole that sent his brain into haywire.

"RAAAAPHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAAAA! AAAH! RAPH!"

Raph giggled himself as Donnie's other leg kicked depserately at his back through the sleeping bag. Hey, it's a good thing turtles have a shell.

"Awww, goochie, goochie goo! Should somewone have gotten up earlier? Is the baby brother tickwish?" Raph cooed with an ear piercingly gross baby voice.

Donnie thrashed out but the zip remained pinned with Raph and the tickling tingles continued to rake along his sole. He would despise the whole situation later but right now, he was being attacked and had no shame. "HAHAHAHAAAA! DAAAAD! HAHAHA! DAD!"

"You would've been late for school. You should thank me. Maybe I'll stop if you thank me!" Raph snorted to himself, grabbing his toe to hold it back. He delighted in scribbling under his toes and across the ball of his foot.

Donnie thrashed somehow even harder. His own laughter warming up the bag grossly. His foot flailed against his grasp but his brother's grip remained firm. He was flailing like a fish out of water, his back arching and bouncing around madly. "SCHOHOOL? RAPH YOU IDIOT! HAHHAHAHAHAAAA! AAAAAAAH! RAPH! IT'S AHA HAH A SATAHAHAHA SATURDAY!"

"Yeah, right. As if I'd believe that," Raph said.

"Uh, hate to break up your attempt to murder Dee, but he is right. It is a Saturday," Leo said lazily.

"LEO!" Donnie screeched as loud and high that only dogs could hear. Had he been there the whole time! He had called out to him! Wait, was Mikey there just watching too. If any of them recorded him then he was going to specifically learn how to code just to give them the nastiest viruses he could conjure.

Finally the tickling stopped, the grip on his ankle loosened. "Wait what?"

Donnie ripped his ankle free and finally shoved his brother off him, taking absolute joy in ripping open the sleeping bag. He broke free with a dramatic gasp, flopping back. His chest was heaving and he stared off into the distance.

Raph was such an idiot.

An idiot who interrupted his lie in just because he couldn't check his damn phone!

"Yeah, it is a Saturday," Leo said.

"Huh," Raph hummed, "Aw man, I could've slept in."

"You could've slept in!" He finally found the energy to pounce back upright and immediately tackle his brother to the floor.

He was going to kill him.

Leo merely rolled his eyes and continued scrolling through his phone and enjoying the lazy Saturday.

#tickling #mutant mayhem tickling #lee donnie #ler raph #tickletober 2023 #tickle fic

[silvlee-shepherd]

Tickletober Day 29: Wake Up!

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #tickletober #tickle art #sfw tickles #lee!yandere

[cringemesstickles]

Sleepy Giggles

(TickleTober Day 14: Soft)

Summary: Sam is having a bad dream and Dean knows just how to help

Pairings: None

Word Count: 511

A/N: Some crazy family stuff came up tonight, so y’all are getting lee!sam because it helps me cope 🤠

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It’s safe to say that Sam and Dean have been to their fair share of motels. It was just a part of the job.

Most of the time, they were able to get their own beds, but on the rare occasion that the two singles were unavailable, they had to share a bed.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Dean tried to bargain with the Motel employee, eventually groaning in defeat when she explained that there was nothing she could do.

Of course sharing a bed wasn’t the end of the world. They’ve done it on multiple occasions when they needed the comfort and of course when they were children.

It was good comfort but more often than not, they preferred to have their own space, especially with Sam being the big moose that he is.

A couple hours had passed since they settled down and Dean awoke to squirming, shivering, and whimpering.

He sat up and looked at his little brother.

Stirring and nightmares weren’t uncommon for them. along with shitty motel rooms, nightmares were just part of the hunting package.

Without thinking, Dean slipped his hand under his brother’s shirt and started massaging the soft skin; remembering how it used to calm little Sammy down.

The stirring slowed noticeably and the younger brother let out a sigh of contentment as the tension slowly left his body.

Dean kept up the soothing motion absentmindedly, soaking in the rare serenity of the moment.

He glanced over when he felt Sam squirming again but laughed a little when he realized the reason.

He accidentally started scratching his blunt nails in the center of his brothers tummy, causing a small smile to form on his sleeping face.

Sam giggled softly in his sleep, intentionally (yet also unintentionally, considering the fact that he was asleep) leaning into the funny touch.

Despite being asleep, Sam seemed to be at least somewhat aware of the situation but also clueless at the same time.

Perhaps he was dreaming? Whatever the case, it was adorable.

“Hehe.. tihihickles..” He muttered, arching slightly into the touch as much as a sleeping person could and Dean thought it was the cutest thing ever.

When they were younger and Sam couldn’t sleep, Dean would scratch his tummy lightly to help him relax and Sam would lean into the ticklish touch just like he was now.

Sam was much like a puppy in that way.

Just an innocent overgrown puppy.

He let his fingers spider sporadically against his baby brother’s stomach, smiling when the giggles began to escalate.

He slowed it back down to gentle scratches, not wanting to wake his brother, just wanting to keep him giggly and content.

Dean kept up the light tickles while Sam continued to giggle and mumble incoherent, sleepy nonsense.

Was he going to tease Sam about this in the morning?

Absolutely! It was his job!

Would he do it again?

More than likely, yes.

Especially if it was helping his little brother sleep more soundly.

That alone was all the reason he needed to keep going.

#mess writes #tickletober2023 #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tktober #tktober2023 #supernatural tickle fic #lee!sam #ler!dean #ticklish!sam #lee!sammy #ticklish!sammy #tword content #tickles #sfw tickling #tickle fic #spn tickling #spn tickle fic #tickle community

[mushiewrites]

Day 2 - Accidental

yaaaay this prompt request came from @awkwardtickleetoo! it was most likely when I needed to fill a few last ones and we decided on himbros! a duo I love that I don't write nearly enough, so maybe this will change that? sooo yeah, enjoy :D

tickletober prompts here 🎃

(lee!Punz / ler!Foolish : 841 words)

“Why did I agree to do this?” Punz grunted under his breath, leaning forward in his chair to get closer to the screen as his character creeped around the corner, half expecting to get jumpscared and going tense, even when nothing happened. 

Looking over his shoulder at the blonde, Foolish chuckled to himself as he watched Punz’s character sprint down the hallway, only to be suddenly chased by a big green alligator wearing star sunglasses. Punz let out a shriek, somehow managing to maneuver away from the danger. He sat back in his chair when he was finally safe in the game, letting out a sigh of relief. 

Foolish rolled his eyes at the dramatics as Punz slapped a hand over his chest, throwing his head back against his seat and squeezing his eyes shut as he regulated his breathing from the adrenaline running through his system at the jumpscare. The brunette smirked, a plan to scare Punz forming in his brain as he slowly stood up from the chair that was out of frame from the stream. 

“Yeah yeah, give me a second.” Punz groaned as he cracked an eye open to read his chat, undoubtedly telling him to suck it up and continue. Foolish took a few slow steps forward, careful not to make any noise or draw attention to himself. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as Punz closed his eyes again, giving Foolish the perfect opportunity to pounce. 

“WAKE UP!” Foolish screamed, grabbing at Punz’s shoulders and squeezing rapidly. A squeal escaped the blonde as he slid down in his seat, kicking his legs out and banging his shoes against the ground at the feeling. He broke out into high pitched giggles before he successfully peeled the grabby hands away from his body. He held them tightly above him, leaning his head back until he made eye contact with the offender.

“Whahat the fuck was thahat?!” Punz shouted, his cheeks glowing bright red. Foolish giggled at the reaction, raising his eyebrows and tilting his head slightly before continuing. 

“What the fuck was that?” Foolish countered through his laughter, both boys knowing he meant the outburst Punz had displayed just moments ago. “You did way more than you needed to just then, that was such an overreaction! What even happened?” 

“Nothing! Fuck off, Foolish, I’m streaming!” Punz shot up as he suddenly remembered he had hundreds of eyes watching him through computer screens, blushing deeper at the realization. He surged forward to switch the camera off but Foolish was faster, gripping both of Punz’s biceps and pulling him back against his chair. This made the blonde immediately burst into giggles again, scrunching his shoulders up before Foolish could even move his hands back towards his shoulders. “Foolish! S-Seriously, stohop!” 

“Tell me what happened, Punz,” Foolish wormed his hands between Punz’s neck and shoulders, his smile growing bigger when Punz’s laughter turned frantic. He wiggled his fingers experimentally, giggling with excitement when Punz began to plead and protest through his squeals. “No fucking way! This tickles you?” 

“Nohohoho! Foolish- Foolish stohop!” 

“Nah, this is more fun than sitting in the corner, sorry Punz.” 

“Buhut I’m streheheaming!” Punz pleaded, bringing his hands up to cover the growing blush that was spreading all over his face. Foolish spent a few more seconds tickling the poor boy, finishing it off with some torturous squeezes that made Punz let out a high pitched shriek- one that he knew would be instantly clipped and shared for the whole of the internet to see. He whined through his laughter at the thought, sliding down in his chair as much as he could until Foolish finally relented, letting Punz sink to the ground in a ball of giggles. 

“That was fun, huh?” Foolish giggled, leaning down and giving Punz a few playful pats on the back. He stood back up, flashing the webcam a smile and waving at the computer screen. “Hi chat! Hope you enjoyed the show!”

Punz groaned in response, still giggling and hiding his face out of embarrassment. He heard Foolish make his way back across the room to resume whatever he had been doing, and after a few minutes of trying to regain his composure, he climbed back into his chair to continue the game. He pressed the backs of his hands against his eyes to rub away the tears that he prayed nobody saw and tried to pretend like the last five minutes didn’t happen for the rest of the stream. 

Later on that night, his phone went off with a discord notification. He felt his cheeks heat up once again when he saw it was Foolish, sending him clip after clip of the tickle torture he had endured earlier in the day. Punz rolled his eyes, letting out a low growl and dropping his phone against his pillow. He decided to ignore Foolish for now and began plotting his revenge, getting himself ready to take the brunette apart the second he saw him next.

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A Long Game of Revenge~

A Long Game of Revenge Lee! Beomgyu Ler! Taehyun

"Payback For a Scare " Week 2 of Crow's TickleTober

Synopsis: After a week of constant anticipation, Taehyun finally gets back at Beomgyu for pranking him in the dark.

Warnings: This is Tickle Fiction,

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Masterlist || Part 1 <-

It's been a whole week since Beomgyu pranked Taehyun, followed by Taehyun threatening him with revenge. Beomgyu knew what was coming, clear as day, but what wasn't clear was exactly when. 

Through the entire week, Taehyun had become more insufferable than usual, asking for help reaching things from the higher shelves despite only being a few centimetres shorter, offering to ride next to him on every car ride, and even just hovering a tad bit too close at times. 

To anyone else, Taehyun was just being clingy. To Beomgyu, though, he knew it was all a ruse. 

"Beomgyu, can you pass me that cup?" Taehyun asks, not even making eye contact from across the room. He was making himself a tea before they all left for their schedules. 

Grumbling to himself, Beomgyu went to get the cup for him. It was the fourth time he had to get this exact one for Taehyun this week. Why couldn't he just put it lower on the shelf if he used it that much? 

Beomgyu reached up to grab the mug, a little more exposed than he would like to be in the room with Taehyun. 

Out of nowhere, Taehyun was beside him, trying to grab the cup from him. Beomgyu flinches, Taehyun's hand too close to his sides to keep still. 

Taehyun chuckles at Beomgyu's reactions. He did it on purpose, didn't he? 

"Thank's Gyu." 

=^-^= 

On the ride back home from their particularly tiring schedule, Taehyun offers to sit next to Beomgyu again, per usual. 

The two settle down in the back of the van as the other members pile into their respective seats. Pulling out their phones and earbuds to pass the time. 

Beomgyu peaked over at Taehyun, feeling an irrational shiver down his spine. Taehyun was on his phone like the others, with headphones placed only on one ear. 

Beomgyu sighed. There was no way Taehyun would do anything now. They were all too tired from filming back-to-back.

Beomgyu let his head fall back onto the car seat, putting his own earbuds in. Closing his eyes, Beomgyu relaxed in his seat, almost falling asleep. 

Suddenly, Beomgyu felt a ticklish shock zap through his knee. 

"Ackh-" Beomgyu's eyes shot open, reflex shooting his hands to Taehyun's wrists to push him away. 

Whipping his head around to face the man beside him, Taehyun was still on his phone, but now with a wicked smirk. Oh, he definitely knew what he was doing. 

"Taehyun," Beomgyu whispered, panic laced in his tone. 

Taehyun ignored him. Of course, Taehyun ignored him. 

"Taehyun, don't-" 

Before Beomgyu could finish his thought, Taehyun squeezed again, slightly higher above Beomgyu's knees, a significantly more sensitive spot than before. 

Beomgyu would have screamed if he hadn't seen that one coming, quickly covering his mouth to keep his sounds in. 

"Taehyun, they're sleeping," Beomgyu Wisper yelled over his hand to his seat partner. He knew waking the members up at this hour was a death sentence in itself. 

"You're right. Better keep the giggles down then," Taehyun smiles at Beomgyu, mischief clear behind his eyes. "Wouldn't want to wake them up, right, Beomgyu?" 

Oh... that's what he was doing. Now waiting for all this time for him to strike his revenge made a lot more sense. 

The clear realization on Beomgyu's face made Taehyun chuckle. Even with his mouth covered, Beomgyu couldn't help but giggle a bit in anticipation. His knees being one of his worst spots definitely didn't help, especially when he could constantly feel the pressure resting against his leg. 

Taehyun squeezed again and again, and third times the charm. Each time was rewarded with a harsh flinch and a quiet, choked laugh. 

Beomgyu's eyes were closed tight, biting down on his fist to keep himself from kicking the back of Yeonjun's seat in front of him. 

"You doing good, Gyu?" Taehyun teased, snaking his now phone-free hand to poke at Beomgyu's side. 

Beomgyu shot his hand from Taehyun's right hand to his left, now trying to pry his hands from poking him. 

With the new, unbearable sensation, Beomgyu could feel the struggle to keep himself still.

Seeing the opportunity, Taehyun squeezed Beomgyu's leg again, along with his side. Doing so was easier now that he wasn't being pushed away. 

A brief but surprisingly loud squeak was ripped from Beomgyu's throat. Eyes wide open in fear of the noise he just made, as if it were a monster with three heads,

"Taehyuntaehyuntaehyun please-" 

Now Taehyun was the one trying not to laugh at how ridiculous Beomgyu looked and sounded. He was leaning back against the door, clearly trying to get as far away as possible from Taehyun's hands. His hand was flat against his mouth, as if another sound would escape. 

Beomgyu looked around at the other members, afraid they heard his shreak. Everything seemed to be okay until he saw Soobin move. 

It was just Soobin turning over, still asleep in his seat. He was wearing headphones, which Beomgyu seemed to forget them all having. 

Taehyun watched Beomgyu's body language, continuing to poke and wiggle his fingers at Beomgyu's side, now using his other hand in the same spot. 

Beomgyu couldn't help the strangled noises from behind his hand. Trying to get Taehyun away from him in the tight company car was not easy. 

Beomgyu was losing the war on being completely silent. He sounded like a soundboard, making every possible noise available to his vocal cords. 

"Taehyun, stop thahat," Beomgyu giggles, now using both of his hands to rip Taehyun's away from his sensitive sides. 

"Stop? So soon?" Taehyun mocked. "Why don't you apologize for messing with me during a power outage then?"

Right, that's what this was all about. Beomgyu forgot about halfway into their one-sided fight that he technically started it, even if it was a whole week ago. 

"But it was funny. I'm not sorry." Beomgyu tried to sound confident, but his voice was still muffled by quiet laughter hidden by his teeth.

Taehyun rolled his eyes at Beomgyu's predictable response. Giving his knee one more squeeze as some type of punishment. 

"Fine, I'm sorr- eekh" 

"You sure? You didn't seem too sorry, Gyu." 

"Plehehease, I'm sorry!" Beomgyu swats at his hands, as if it did any damage. "I'm so incredibly, deeply sorehehey!"

Taehyun finally stopped after that. Seeing that Yeonjun was moving and about to wake up. He patted Beomgyu's back, declaring the war over for now. 

"Hey everyone, we're here." The duo in the back hears Yeonjun, now awake, announce to the car. 

The members now just waking up to the feeling of the road changing near their dorm. 

"Did any of you guys hear that weird noise the car made a bit ago?" Soobin yawns, sitting back up in his seat. 

Beomgyu and Taehyun knew what he was referencing. Knowingly looking at each other before joining the conversation.

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