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potatohater · 1 month

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Big brother’s love

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)

Word count: 1929

MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)

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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him

Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.

Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile

“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?

“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible

“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud

He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?

He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack

Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. This type of fails

“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes

“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him

Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning

He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match

“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade

Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour

“SAMMY”

Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo

Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary

“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean

“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”

With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter

Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up

“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”

“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him

Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour

“Any last words?”

“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair

“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction

“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone

They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too

“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice

Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother

They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand

“DEHEHEHEAN!”

Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction

Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam

“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar

Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears

“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”

Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him

“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam

“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong

“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying

“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them

“So what now?”

“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled

He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle

“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe

Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face

“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled

Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.

Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation

“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth

“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed

“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel

“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”

“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it

“Pretty much”

“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing

Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness

“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them

Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”

“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting

They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)

“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow

“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”

Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”

“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle

Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips

“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows

“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker

“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle

“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand

“Yeheah, maybe I stihil do”

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namjoonstiddies916 · 1 year

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idk why but i love ticklish sam🥺

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#ticklish!sam #sam golbach #chris oflyng #tickles #Youtube

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kourtniwritesagain · 9 months

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HC‘s for Bucky, Steve, Sam and Peter Parker? :)

Bucky: Super Soldier Serum should be changed to Super Ticklish Serum. Bucky was ticklish pre-serum, but post...damn. He's super ticklish on his ribs, stomach, and back. His back is hyper ticklish, which makes him giggle like a child. Sam and Steve often get him pinned on his stomach and they go to town on his back. It's the super light tickles that get him the most, especially when it comes to his back. He is a switch for sure. He loves to tickle and he is happy to be tickled. Sam and Steve are the one who get him the most. Shuri gets him often, too, under the pretense of "updating" his tech.

Steve: See previous statement on serum. Steve was ticklish as fuck before the serum. It only got worse after. He's only second in the most ticklish Avenger category because Peter is first. But it's close. Steve is most ticklish on his stomach, especially right underneath his bellybutton and right at the line of his pelvis. He's also ridiculously ticklish on his sides. Quick squeezes to his sides have him hunching over and falling to the ground. Bucky loves to demonstrate Steve's ticklishness in front of all the new recruits at the most inopportune times for Steve. Meeting about a previous battle: tickle Steve's sides while he's talking. Demonstration on different non-lethal holds: tickle Steve's underarms. A stern lecture on what was done wrong in a battle: tackle Steve to the ground and tickle his stomach. Sam always helps Bucky.

Sam: He's not as ticklish as Steve or Bucky, but he has two death spots that will have him promising you his first born if you'll only stop. Those spots are his hips and his thighs. With those spots being seen as more intimate spots, he thought he was safe. He thought wrong. Bucky and Steve have ZERO qualms about pinning him down and raking their fingers over his hip bones and thighs for what seems like hours. Sam howls with laughter every single freaking time. The first time Steve and Bucky tag teamed him, Tony walked in halfway in his armor, thinking someone was being murdered. Sam begged for help, but Tony simply smirked with a "better you than me, bird brain" before he walked away.

Peter: Listen....he's basically the little brother of all the Avengers. He's a kid. A very capable fighter and a superhero in his own right, of course. But he's so fucking adorable when he's laughing and squirming and begging with all the "Mrs" and "Mr's" along with their last names. Plus, this boy is ticklish freaking everywhere. His spider sense makes him a million times more ticklish. It doesn't matter if it's soft tickling or harsher tickling, he's laughing his head off. He also gets super uncoordinated when tickled. He turns beet red from laughter and embarrassment when teasing comes into the picture, which it always does no matter who is tickling him. Tony also takes the route of "oh, this tickles? No way!" Whereas Bucky and Sam simply comment on his reactions, "Sam, tickling his knees has him screeching, did ya hear that?" "Yeah Bucky, crazy how something as simple as a few fingers around his knees has him making that sound. Let's see if he can make it when we tickle his ribs?"

#ticklish!peter #ticklish!sam #ticklish!bucky #ticklish!steve #marvel headcanons #kourtni answers things

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nhasablogg · 2 years

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Tickletober Day 18 - Chase

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam, Dean

Words: 858

[Tickletober prompts]

Few things remained the same throughout life, but pissing off your older brother and running for your life was one of them. It was just as thrilling in your 20s as it had been as a child.

Sam was laughing as Dean chased him, Dean cursing each time his hand just about managed to grab Sam’s arm just for him to slip out of his grip. The motel room was small enough for this chase to be able to turn into wrestling within seconds, but Sam relished in the feeling of acting like a kid again, knowing Dean wouldn’t actually hurt him once he caught him. Because he knew he would get caught, although he was bigger now and could probably give his brother a run for his money.

“Give it back, Sam!” Dean roared, both of them jumping onto one of the beds and leaping toward the other, probably not doing the fragile things any favors.

“Catch me first,” Sam said, rounding the corner and flying back into the middle of the room, briefly considering locking himself in the bathroom. Only that would turn the act of taking Dean’s things useless, as he had no use for them once Dean couldn’t reach him.

His faltering was enough for Dean to slam into him and pull him down to the carpeted floor, whatever Sam had taken flying out of his hand and landing beneath one of the beds. It wasn’t really about it anyway, for Dean pinned him down without it as Sam did little to stop him, curious to see just what his brother would do.

“I don’t have it,” he said, grinning when Dean huffed.

“I don’t appreciate you acting like a child,” Dean said, although Sam could tell he’d needed this, too. “But act like a child and I’ll treat you like one.”

“You can’t ground me.”

Dean let out a laugh, which somehow managed to sound evil. “Did you forget how I used to punish you, Sammy?”

Sam’s frown died before it had been fully formed when he realized that, yes, he had forgotten, only it all came rushing back now as Dean smirked down at him.

He was ticklish. Dean knew exactly where he was ticklish. Dean didn’t find tickling to be cheating.

That seemed to also have remained the same. Sam had just briefly forgotten.

“Wait.”

“This is for taking my stuff.”

“Dean, wait.”

Sam reacted like always when tickled: he started giggling immediately. It was almost embarrassing, only there was no space to feel anything other than Dean’s fingers on his underarms. Worming their way into the pits and staying there, the hands vibrated as Sam slowly went crazy from not knowing how the hell he was supposed to get them out of there without making it tickle more.

Oh, Dean knew exactly how to get him, even after all these years.

“Please stop!” he heard himself crying, heels digging into the floor, probably alarming whatever neighbors they had. Dean laughed, all toothy grin and laughter lines when Sam managed to catch a glimpse of him through his narrowed eyes.

“I don’t think so, Sammy.”

Sam tried to roll to the side, but Dean was holding him in place with his legs on each side of him. Maybe one good shove could get him off, only Sam felt he was losing his strength already.

Dammit, he was 22!

“Still a little brother,” Dean said, as if he could read his thoughts. Maybe Sam was babbling without realizing. He wasn’t aware of much else other than those hands in his armpits.

“Stop,” he choked out again, head thrown back as laughter kept pouring out of his mouth.

“Maybe if you beg.”

“I am begging!”

“Barely.”

Sam wasn’t begging, which probably alerted Dean to the fact that he could make it tickle even more, because he suddenly slipped his hands out, giving Sam only a moment to feel relieved, and reached back to squeeze at his knees.

Sam felt his ticklish panic rise, turning him dumb enough to spread his legs in an attempt to evade those evil hands, only it gave Dean the perfect opportunity to turn around and properly grab one of his legs, fingers on the back of his knee and not going away again.

He screamed, something loud and desperate and high pitched, and Dean was laughing as Sam started thrashing, all big brother glee and teasing remarks at the tip of his tongue. Sam only heard parts of whatever he was saying. His own laughter was too overbearing.

“Do you promise not to steal my stuff again?” Dean asked, his fingers dancing over the skin while Sam’s other leg was stomping uselessly next to him.

“Yes!”

“Promise?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Mm, I don’t believe you, but I do believe you’ve had enough. For now.”

Relief when Dean stopped, finally able to breathe when he got off of him. Sam thanked him weakly when he helped him up, finding it ridiculous to be looking down at his brother who’d just managed to turn him into that.

The little brother curse didn’t go away once you got older. Got it.

#tickling #ticklish!sam #supernatural #dean and sam #augtickletober2022 #tickletober day 18 #n writes

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smolknismofox · 1 month

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Some well deserved payback for @fluffyhare s Avery~

#my art #tickle art #tickles #ticklish #tickle #tickling art #tickling community #tickle community #tickling #sfw #sam #my sona #avery #friends oc #kitsu #he is kinda helping out after all xD

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cloudysfluffs · 7 months

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tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

#my art #tickle art #um. i dont know what to say about this #this is EASILY the most self indulgent thing ive ever posted. so much so that i worked THIS HARD and still considered not posting it #might delete later :pensive:#but you guys SAID YOU WANTED SA//M AND MA//X ART!!!!!!!!! bet you didnt think itd be about this guy huh #im gonna be real with you all papier///waite is just my favorite character Of All Time. easily #why? dont ask questions. just look at him #SPOILERS for tdp obviously #but the first time me n rocket played 304 together #and we saw the reveal of. THESE GUYS.#we both paused the game and went 'HMMMMMMMMMM' out loud #because we both thought the SAME THING.#honestly summoning a tentacle god is lee behavior. whats he gonna use those for? wrecking you?#the answer is yes #imagine being ticklish and also being a lee and accidently fusing with your Favorite God #and he can READ YOUR MND. and picks up on being a ler SO fast.#THATS BEEN THIS GUY'S LIFE FOR 100 YEARS #sam and max the devils playhouse spoilers #sam and max tickle #anyway. *closes eyes for the last time*

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valiantphantomangel · 4 months

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The best Christmas ever.

"Reindeer Games!! the lights have to be at least six inches away from each other!" Tony shrieked as he nearly ran into Steve who was carrying in another christmas tree with Bucky.

The sixth christmas tree in the freaking living room!

"Calm down man of iron" Loki grumbled as he pulled the lights further apart with the help of Natasha.

"Do you not know how to hang ornaments"?! Iron man freaked as he turned the small ball a few degrees the other way "go you disgust me"! He yelled at Sam before chasing after him with his small note book.

"Yep he's definitely gone insane" Natasha said with a nod as she and Loki climbed down from the ceiling where the lights hang.

"I have to agree with Lady Natasha" Thor mused while he made sure the lights were secured tightly.

"Who even put him in charge?" Rogers asked as he pushed the christmas tree upright.

"you did Cap" Clint said with a laugh from the vents where he was keeping watch so you wouldn't walk in on them decorating yet.

"...Right"

just then Peter literally fell from the ceiling with a shriek leaving Loki to catch him and put him back on his feet "Y/N is in the elevator to this floor"!!

Since it was a surprise that they were decorating the tower to give you the best Christmas ever, Loki quickly cast a spell to make all the decorations go invisible and they all dived into a hiding spot.

Somehow Sam managed to dive almost on top of Bucky who let out a groan and shoved him off "Damm it Samuel"!

Everyone shushed him and stayed hidden just as the elevator doors opened, you walked out with your headphones on listening to music and walked into the kitchen to grab some left over pizza.

"we need to distract her until we are done" Nat whispered to Loki as they sat crouched behind a couch.

"I'll distract her, you guys finish decorating" He whispered back with a grin, being the God of mischief and lies gave him quite the advantage on knowing your ticklish little secret and he was more then happy to finally use it.

Loki stood up and walked up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder and successfully making you jump in fright.

"Jesus Christ Loki! You scared the living daylights out of me" You said with a hand on your heart as you took off your headphones.

"My apologies, i simply wanted to ask if I could retrieve my book from your room?" He said hiding his grin.

"Yeah of course, I'll show you where it is" you said with a nod and walked off with your plate of pizza after kicking the fridge door shut.

Loki trailed behind you as you both stepped into your room, but before you could utter 'abracadabra' he tackled into your bed and pinned you underneath him.

"Loki what the hell" you said confused which quickly turned into a surprised giggle when he traced your ribs.

"Sorry for the scare darling, it's just that I heard some interesting information about you" He said with a mischief smirk as he continued to trace your ribs and tummy.

"And what would that behihihi?" you giggle nervously.

"Sargeant Barnes told me about your little ticklish secret" Loki mused as he ghost tickled your tummy which sent chills all over since you were incredibly sensitive.

Your eyes widen before bursting out in giggles as you trashed around, he dug into your ribs and softly traced your tummy at the same time, driving you into madness.

"NOT THEREHIHIHIHIHI" you screamed in laughter as you arched your back to escape him which only gave him more access to your sides.

"Then I'll just switch places love" Loki grinned as he scratched lightly over your neck before suddenly blowing a raspberry on your tummy.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you laughed loudly until your laugh turned silent and he let up, pulling you up to lay your head on his chest.

"Shall we watch some movies for the rest of the afternoon love?" He asked as he played with your hair.

You hummed in agreement as you settled against him, curling up content.

And that's how the afternoon went, every time you tried to get up to grab something from the kitchen Loki latched onto your sides and reduced you into a giggly mess to keep you in your room.

When it got dark Steve and Tony walked in, smiling when they saw you two.

"Come on kid, we have a surprise" Tony said as he pulled you to your feet and guided you out of the room with his hands over your eyes, the other two quickly following to make sure you didn't fall.

After an interesting walk downstairs (Tony almost walked you straight into a wall and got his head smacked for it) you arrived in what you believed was the living room.

Tony took his hands from your eyes and you gasped.

The entire room was full with lights of all colours and in every corner stood a christmas tree, which was decorated to perfection with presents underneath it, you looked up and saw even more fairy lights around the ceiling. It was absolutely stunning.

A smile made its way to your lips as happy tears gathered in your eyes, you felt a pair of arms around you and soon you were engulfed by the team.

"You guys did all this?" You asked as you wiped your tears away.

"Of course we did, we wanted to make this your best ever christmas" Nat smiled as she threw her arm around your shoulders.

"Why?"

"Because we wanted to make you feel at home, loved and happy, we knew how much christmas means to you" Clint said as he appeared next to you.

"Well you guys certainly made that happen" you chuckle as you still looked around in wonder.

"Merry Christmas Y/N" Bucky said with a soft smile.

"Merry Christmas, you guys are the best family I could've asked for" You smiled brightly and you were once again engulfed by the team.

It was safe to say that this was the BEST christmas ever!!

#tickle fic #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #loki god of mischief #thor odinson #sam wilson #christmas fic #merry christmas #peter parker

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inneedofsupervision · 5 months

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No Spilling Secrets

Spiderman/Avengers fanfic: Lee Peter / Ler Clint, Sam & Bucky

I kinda live for the idea of there being a thin line of Peter being a genius and a clumsy baby. This is probably the siliest fanfic I've ever written, but I wanted it to be less sober. Please let me know what you think.

Summary: It was supposed to be a chill and fun Tuesday afternoon, testing the new web-shooters. Well, until Peter found himself pulling the dumbest stunt of his sixteen-year short life apart from getting bitten by a radioactive spider.

"Friday, what are the risks of this blowing up on me?"

"The risks of the web shooters malfunctioning sits at 27%, Peter."

Peter carries a smug grin as he fastens the devices around his wrists, waiting for the click that tells him they are locked in place.

"Good thing 27 is my lucky number."

"Mr. Stark said to wait until he is back from his meeting-"

"Friday, come on," interrupts Peter with a whine. "I'm Spiderman. I use them every day. I'll have it under control, promise."

There is a short silence before Friday answers, sounding as unpleased as an AI can sound. "Mr. Stark will be informed as soon as you're safety is not warranted, Peter."

"Thank you, Friday! Couldn't ask for more," answers Peter with a bright grin. He had waited all day to test the new web shooters, annoying MJ as he wouldn't stop talking about it with Ned at lunch. He also didn't bother throwing the suit on, coming directly from the lab to the training grounds. As soon as the doors close behind him, Peter doesn't waste more time and jogs over to the wall that lies on the opposite. A few meters before reaching it, he speeds up and jumps. He crawls upwards with skilled movements.

"Let's see how these babies work."

With those words, Peter pushes himself from the wall and lets his arm shoot forward. A string of spiderwebs flings against one of the ceiling beams, hitting it with scary accuracy. Peter's fingers close around the web, and he uses the momentum to swing through the air. He lands with practiced ease on the ceiling beam at the other end of the gym, glancing down at his wrists with a thoughtful look. "The tensile strength is not bad, but I thought the elasticity would be better. Friday, can you please note that I have to look into that?"

"Noted, Peter."

"Thanks, Fri."

He continues testing the limits of the new webs by swinging around and jumping from high places to get a feeling for the strings' consistency, leaving it to Friday to take notes as he voices out his thoughts. Peter was about to climb down, satisfied with the information he had collected when something caught his eye. He squints at the ceiling near the bracing where the beam he stands on mends into the roof.

"Is that an arrow?"

As he steps closer, his suspicion is confirmed. The thing hanging from the ceiling is indeed one of Hawkeye's arrows. "How does no one notice that thing is still here?", wonders the teen loudly. It wasn't like Clint to leave his stuff lying around. Or, stuck in the ceiling in this case.

He stood on his tiptoes and reached for the shaft of the arrow, his inhuman sense of balance the only measure to keep the teen from tumbling down and breaking his neck.

"I recommend being careful, Peter. Those are one of Mr. Barton's new smoke-"

Peter didn't get the last few words as his fingers closed around the arrow, a winning grin growing as he gave the weapon a strong pull. The second his spidey sense goes off, he already holds one part of the arrow in his hands and stumbles when the air around him fills with a thick smock. He trips backward, trying hastily to get out of the space that fills with murky haze. Standing on nothing more than a two-inch wide metal pole, his next step back ends with his foot hitting nothing but thin air. With a surprised shout ripping from his mouth, the boy fell backward. Peter's arms flail around uselessly. In his panic, he blindly shoots a web upwards with both web shooters, praying that one of them would hit to keep him from busting his head. Both strings succeeded at sticking but in the most inconvenient way possible. In the chaos of the situation, Peter's aim had been off, causing the webs to ravel together as they lay diagonally on top of each other, sticking together as soon as they came in contact. Peter feels sick as the movement of his fall causes him to circle around like a spinning top, putting the ability of his stomach to keep his lunch to the test.

He ended up coming to a halt a few centimeters over the ground, dangling just above the floor, and although he knew his injuries would have healed quickly, he was more than happy to not have hit the ground, because that fall would have hurt like a bitch. To his luck, he had grabbed the web quick enough to avoid popping a shoulder, but with the newly developed webbing being more sticky and drying later than anticipated, he found himself stuck with bound wrists.

Peter's mouth stands open as he openly gapes, blinking a couple of times as the last few seconds start closing up on him before a low whine emits from the depths of his throat, heat rushing into his face.

"Holy frick. That was one of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me."

"Should I inform Mr. Stark?"

"Oh my God, are you nuts- ehm, I mean, no. Please don't. That's- that is really not necessary, Fri."

"If you say so, Peter."

He glances up at his wrists, assessing the situation. The web was enclosing his wrists completely, only his fingers sticking out of the gooey mess that hangs over his head. There was a solvent inside the web shooters, but he couldn't reach the trigger to spray it, a thick layer of web fluid lying on top. Peter puffs his cheeks before putting all his strength into his arms, trying to bust through the net. His face grew red with the force he put into his arms only to sack together in defeat.

Maybe the new webs are a tiny bit stronger than anticipated. Spiderman usually had no problem ripping his webs up, but dangling in the air and having his wrists bound at an awkward angle, Peter had a difficul time concentrating enough power to push through the strings. Peter throws a longing look at his backpack. If he could only get his hands on it. He always had a small amount of solvent in there for emergencies.

Peter lets out a sigh.

He needs help.

But not from Mr. Stark. Anyone but Mr. Stark. He wasn't ready for that level of embarrassment to hit on a simple Tuesday afternoon.

"Friday, can you ask Bruce if he has some time?"

"Dr. Banner is currently not in the tower. Would you like me to call him?"

"No, no thanks. What about Natasha?"

"Ms. Romanoff is currently not available."

Okay, now Peter realizes he does have a bit of a problem. While glancing up at his hands and testing again but without success the hold on his wrists, he contemplates how he could get out of this situation. Maybe if he manages to swing his feet upwards and wrap his legs around the string, he might manage to climb back up.

"Wow, how did the spider end up caught in his own web?"

Peter's eyes dart to the person who stands leaning relaxed at the doorframe of the gym, eyebrows raised in silent amusement.

"Clint, can you please help me?"

There was a fifty percent chance to get out of this unharmed if Peter played it right. He puts on the most hopeful and pitiful expression he can muster, silently begging the archer to show mercy. The corner of Clint's lip curls into a smirk that leaves Peter wondering if he did wrong in asking Clint to help out everyone. Not that he had much variety to choose from.

"Those are some cute puppy dog eyes you've got there, kid," comments the man as he walks over to Peter. "Any idea how to get you out?"

"There is some solvent in my backpack."

Clint turns and collects the bag. He pulls it open and roams through it while stepping back to Peter.

"How did you even end up like that?" the archer asks before pulling a small vial from the back and showing it to the dangling teen, who nods in confirmation. At the question, Peter pulls a grimace.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

Clint looks up from the vial, a spark of interest glinting in his eyes. Catching on Clint's expression, Peter feels dread settling into the pit of his stomach. That had been the wrong answer.

"You don't want to talk about it?" asks Clint, and Peter keeps himself from whining as he watches the man putting the backpack down instead of helping him get the web off. The archer levels him with a knowing smirk, slipping the vial into his back pocket before crossing his arms over his chest. Peter knew that expression. He was 50% fucked.

"Care to explain what you mean by that?"

Peter didn't like how Clint's smile grew into a shit-eating grin as he tried pulling out an acceptable answer without adding fuel to the fire.

"Ehm, it's not that interesting, really. I wouldn't want to bother you with that story."

"I bet it was embarrassing," cuts Clint off, shifting his weight onto his right leg as he leans back, not looking like he's planning to help Peter anytime soon.

"Like I said, I'd rather not talk about it," mumbles Peter, avoiding the man's eyes. How the heck is he supposed to get out of this?

Clint was clearly enjoying this.

"I'll help you if you tell me what happened."

Yeah, no. Peter won't serve Clint high-class premium blackmail material of himself on a silver plate, thank you very much. Sensing the teen wouldn't spill, Clint let his hands fall as he stepped towards the teen, grin growing mischievous in a way that left the hairs on Peter's neck turn straight.

"Peter, I'm a trained spy and assassin. I have ways to make people talk. Now, do you want to tell me how you ended up like this?"

Peter knew Clint wouldn't hurt him, but the threat of what was about to come sent a shiver down his spine.

"Threatening teenagers now? That's low even for you, Barton," says Peter and tries to play the awful nervousness that spreads inside of him off, but Clint's trained eyes could read his unease like an open book. There was a reason Peter wears a mask when he fights. He sucks at keeping a straight face.

Clint chuckles before giving Peter a light push to the chest. The teen bites his lips as the spy's move acts like a reminder of the situation he's currently in, swinging helplessly back and forth, feet still hovering inches over the gym floor. His swinging stops with Clint grabbing the front of his shirt, keeping him from moving and simultaneously pulling him closer, bringing his mouth near his ear.

"Spill, little Spider," he whispers with a mock-threatening voice, but that was still enough to make Peter feel more than slightly on the edge. But he wouldn't back down now, not when the last shreds of his dignity are at stake.

"Over my dead body."

"Oh, Petey-pie," taunts Clint as he lets go of Peter's shirt, causing the teen to swing back. "I'll make you talk. Just you wait."

Peter eyes the man warily, who stretches his hand out, pressing it flat against his stretched-out midriff. He is left with no time to wonder what the archer was playing at when the fingers of the hand twitch suddenly, digging lightly into the flesh of his stomach. The movement makes him flinch violently, not expecting the ticklish spark shooting through his middle. His eyes dart up, ready to tell Clint to take his hand from him when he catches the man's expression.

He gulps.

Clint's face splits into an evil grin, and it dawns on Peter that the twitch of Clint's hand had not been an accident.

"What's gotten you so squirmy, Peter? You don't happen to be ticklish, do you?"

Flipping hell.

Clint knew exactly, how ticklish Peter was.

"That would be severely inconvenient, wouldn't it? You seem rather helpless right now."

Every muscle in the teen's body tenses at the words as his eyes are glued on Clint's hands that reach out for his sides.

"You can make this stop whenever you're ready," suggests Clint with the same shit-eating grin as before, hands around Peter's sides, ready to squeeze. Peter bites his lip to keep the tale-telling smile that threatens to slip onto his face in place. He could already feel Clint's fingers on his skin, knowing all too well what was about to come, and the anticipation was killing him. Clint seemed to know that too, the amused glint in his eyes making it harder for Peter to keep a straight face.

To Clint's credit, the spy gave him a few moments to change his mind before he started his attack.

The teen flinches as two hands tweak at his sides experimentally. A ticklish jolt ran through his whole body, and the muscles of his arms tensed up on instinct, but it didn't help make the squeezing that followed less ticklish.

"Are we trying to play tough?" teases Clint as he searches Peter's face for reactions, the latter biting his lips to keep from making noise. The chances of Clint stopping were low, but Peter's only hope was that the archer would get bored if he didn't break and let him go.

"Oh, Pete, you sure you want to do this? We both know how to get you to talk. All it takes is a little bit of this."

Peter didn't have time to wonder what kind of evil scheme the archer was planning. Even though his spidey sense warned him of something approaching, Peter couldn't do much in his current position but flinch like he got electroshocked when ten fingers unceremoniously dug into his rips. His facade crumbles instantly, loud laughter rolling from his lips as he flails around, trying to pull himself away from the wriggling diggets.

"Clihihhihihnt nohohohoh!" protests the teen through a wave of giggles before collapsing into himself when Clint claws at his stomach, vibrating his fingers into the sensitive area and sending the teen into a fit.

"Clint, yes!", teases Clint, mimicking Peter's high-pitched voice, grinning at the teen squirming helplessly under his tickling fingers.

"I didn't know our training included Spiderman."

Peter thanks whoever for getting a moment to suck in some oxygen when Clint lets up from him to glance over his shoulder.

"Oh, it doesn't. But I think training can wait. I have found something better than that."

"Something better than handing Sam his ass? I'm in."

Peter's head snaps up at the voices of the two newcomers. Peeking over Clint's shoulders, he catches sight of Sam and Bucky, clad in their training equipment, walking into the gym. His eyes fall back onto Clint, whose grin resembles a Cheshire cat when he sees Peter's expression and realizes who just joined them.

Now he was 1001% fucked.

Peter gulps when Bucky and Sam stand next to Clint, carrying similar amused but confused stricken expressions.

"Hell, how did you end up like that?" asks Sam, looking up at the string that keeps Peter in place. Clint pats him on the shoulder, shaking his head as if Peter were a lost cause.

"Don't try asking him. It seems there is some hot tea about how Pete-Pie ended up like this. Must be one hella funny story, but the squirt won't spill."

Sam snorts at Clint's words, eyeing the pitiful teen with a grin. The annoying bird-man found his predicament amusing and didn't even try to hide it.

"So you decided to torment him?"

Clint shrugs his shoulders as if the answer to that is obvious. Bucky crosses his arms, both metal and flesh bulging under his shirt at the movement as he gives a thoughtful look but not less amused than Sam.

"Why didn't you ask Friday if there is a video recording of it?"

At those words, Peter's eyes went wide. His reaction doesn't go unnoticed, and Clint's eyes sparkle at the realization that Bucky just found the answer.

Oh, hell no, he won't let that happen.

Before the spy can step into action, Peter all but shouts at the ceiling.

"Friday, activate protocol FTE-5!"

He waits with bated breath before Friday's voice echoes through the gym.

"Protocol FTE-5 is now activated."

The teen sags into himself in relief, chin leaning down onto his chest. That had been way too close for his liking. A finger pushes against his middle, making him flinch before looking up and into Sam's face, who looks down at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey now, what did you just do, kid?"

Sam squints at him.

"Nothing," Peter replies quickly, pointedly avoiding eye contact with the man. Clint eyes the teen hanging in front of him suspiciously. Peter didn't like the look he was receiving.

"Friday, is there a recording of what happened before I came in?" he asks without taking his eyes off Peter's face, the latter acting as if his shoelaces were the most fascinating thing he had seen all day.

"I am sorry Mr. Barton. I am not able to answer that question."

Bucky tilts his head. He glances at the teen, the latter focusing his eyes everywhere but at one of the three men.

"You did this."

Peter shakes his head, picture-perfect innocence written over his face.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Clint's expression turns sour.

"Friday, what did Peter do fifteen minutes before?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Barton, that is classified information."

The three men stare at Peter with various degrees of bewilderment and amazement.

"You manipulated Friday? Is that what that protocol was about? Does Stark know about this?"

Peter didn't like how clammy his hands felt at the moment.

"I don't know what you mean. Friday sounds alright to me," answers Peter, voice a pitch higher than usual.

Sam scoffs and throws his hands up, mumbling something about kids and the Internet these days while Bucky studies the nervous teen.

"What is protocol FTE-5, Peter?"

Peter presses his lips into a tight line, not going to lose a single word about it. He would take that information to his grave.

Protocol FTE-5 is the result of him spending more than half of his time with the Avengers, worst of all, Tony Stark. He should probably mention that he loved working together, but there was only so much teasing a sixteen-year-old could take from his literal idol before he combusts. Tony had developed the habit of using Friday to enjoy himself on Peter's behalf. He let the AI record some of Peter's embarrassing moments in the lab or during their fights and play them whenever Peter was too annoying. At first, it had been funny, but after some time, Peter realized with shock that he did a lot of dumb stuff that shouldn't, under any circumstances, be presented to a broader audience, and with that, he means anyone other than Mr. Stark. To avoid getting killed by finding a way for the ground to swallow him whole after embarrassing himself again, Peter decided to take matters into his own hands. Thus, Protocoll FTE-5 was born.

"You know I like you, Peter, but that's dramatic even for you. Hacking into Friday and putting in a protocol to delete every recording Friday did of you in the last thirty minutes? Isn't that a major safety threat?" had asked Ned during one of their decathlon meetings, words whispered behind his hand.

"You don't understand, Ned. I'll die if things continue like this!" Peter had been nothing but serious about the matter. Getting reminded by Tony through video clips of himself that he kind off blew up the lab three times in one week was stressing him out more than he liked to admit, even though he knew Tony was only poking fun at him and not mad.

Ned had given him a skeptical look before he glanced around to make sure no one was listening to their conversation.

"What does FTE even stand for?"

Peter had given him his most serious expression.

"FTE - Fuck, that's embarrassing."

He had to admit, Ned's disappointed look kinda hurt his pride. He thought the name was good.

"That name is embarrassing. You are acting like a baby, Parker."

MJ had stood behind the two and rolled her eyes before throwing a ball of paper against his head to get his attention back into the meeting, leaving him with a beet-red face and his head in his hands. Ned had leaned over, poking his head with a pen to see if his friend was still alive.

"The name fits. That was really embarrassing."

Peter had wanted to die.

So, no, he wouldn't talk about it. Ever. Nothing could bring him to spill.

"We are back to not talking again? Well, tough luck, Parker. While I'm capable of mercy, I know someone who doesn't register that word in his dictionary." Clint tilted his head towards Bucky, who was sporting a menacing grin on his face.

Okay, Peter, don't let them intimidate you. They will let up if things get boring. At least, that is what he tries to tell himself as he holds his chin high, leveling Barton with a challenging smile.

"You're saying Bucky is illiterate?"

Sam honest to god, snorts at Peter's words and claps a hand onto Bucky's shoulder as he bends over, laughing into his fist. Although the joke is on Bucky, the ex-assassin's composure slips ever so slightly as a twitch of his lips upwards shows he was just as amused as Sam.

Clint, on the other hand, is for once lost for words. It doesn't happen often, but Peter just managed to leave the quickwitted spy flustered.

"I did not-, Bucky's is not-, oh, you know what, you'll regret that, kid."

Maybe sassing at Clint while dangling with bound wrists from the ceiling hadn't been his wisest idea. A nervous smile wound a way on Peter's face when Clint stalks over with a scowl, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey, how about we talk this out? Clint, please?"

If looks could kill, Peter would have died three seconds ago. Clint's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Oh, we will talk. After I'm done with you."

Oh my god, now he was utterly fucked. Like, absolutely inevitably fucked.

"You don't have to do this Clint, serious-NOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Peter violently pulls at the string holding him in place, a scream ripping from his mouth before a burst of hysterical laughter fills the entire gym. Fueled by the strong reaction, Clint continues digging his thumbs into Peter's exposed armpits.

"CLIHIHIHIHINT! PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!"

"What's wrong, Peter? Where is all of that sass now?" mocks the archer before he changes from using only his thumbs to all of his fingers to scratch and scribble along the sensitive pits, earning him a shriek and lots of bucking as Peter desperately tries to do anything to get the fingers away from his skin. Oh my god, it tickled so bad Peter thinks he's growing mad. The fingers dig into all his worst spots with deadly precision, rendering him into a squealing and widely kicking mess in mere seconds.

"Seeing this with my own eyes, I would almost conclude that he's ticklish," heard Peter Sam say over the sound of his laughter.

"What makes you think so?" asks Bucky with feigned surprise as the two just stand there, observing how Clint absolutely wrecks Peter. Peter doesn't know why their casual teasing causes him to grow even more embarrassed than he already was, but he feels his already reddened face heat up even more.

"Clint, I think you should let Mr. Tomato over here breathe. The kid looks like he's about to burst."

To his immense relief, the fingers retreated shortly after Sam's comment, giving Peter time to suck in precious air. He was panting, arms aching from straining himself in the unfavorable position. When his breathing calmed down and he didn't feel like his heart was about to burst from his chest, Peter dared to glance up. Nervousness washes over him as he realizes that the three men had been watching him collect himself.

"So Spidey, you think you can last against three Avengers?" asks Sam as he steps closer, a predatory grin on his face. The hair on his arms and neck stands up when Bucky starts moving. The taller man walks around him until he stands out of his vision, but Peter can feel him hovering over him from behind, and the knowledge does nothing but send his senses on edge.

"Are you ready to talk yet, Peter? If not, you don't see it, but Bucky here is ready to get into interrogation mode," informs Sam with a sadistic glee in his eyes. As on command, a pair of hands come into view, hovering just above his stomach, and Peter bites his lips, trying to keep the smile down that's forcing its way on his face. The hands begin to inch closer, barely hovering over his tummy, and Peter sucks his stomach in, trying hard to keep it together. When the hands shot forward, fingers wriggling tauntingly but not actually touching him, Peter's resolution breaks. He is immensely embarrassed by how quickly he crumbles.

"Get awahahahahy from mehehe!" squeezes Peter out between his panicked laughter. Clint grins in amusement, watching the squirming teen from the sidelines, giving Sam and Bucky a chance to have their fun but not leaving a moment to poke fun at Peter.

"He hasn't even started, kid. You won't last a minute, but you can make him stop now. You simply have to spill your dirty little secrets."

The three men wait, but Peter stubbornly shakes his head, not giving in.

"Well, we tried it the easy way. Bucky, go on."

Clint grins at the way the kid's eyes grow wide as the hands start coming into contact with his middle, and begins ruthlessly tickling him.

"NAhahahah BUHUHUHUCKY DOHOHON'T!"

He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut tightly as an assault of ticklish sparks shout right from the place Bucky's fingers dig into his skin into his brain, leaving him in stitches.

"Let's take this up a notch." Sam grins and walks over to the screeching teen, ready to join the party. Peter's eyes shoot open as he feels a second pair of hands beginning to tickle him, seizing his hips and giving them a quick succession of well-timed squeezes. The feeling of four hands tormenting him became unbearable quickly. Peter's body acts on its own when he tensed his arms and pulled his feet up towards his chest. Before Sam could register what was happening, a pair of thin but strong legs closed around him, catching and trapping his arms against his waist and rendering him immobile.

"How did you manage that?" asks Bucky from behind Peter with amusement as he catches Sam's predicament.

"Come on, Peter. Let Sam go. You should stick to catching bank robbers or flies and not birds."

"Thehehere are spidehehrs thahahat cahahtch bihihirds!"

"Alright, nerd," teased Bucky and rolled his eyes before he claws with his right hand into Peter's ribcage while the other scratches teasingly into his exposed armpit.

"No, no, no, Buhuhuck, pleahahase dohohn't!"

"Let him go, and I'll stop," he suggests, tone playful.

"Youhu're lyhyhying!"

"Oh, how did you know?" asks Bucky, smirking and kneading into the kid's lean sides, earning more trashing and shrieking.

"Bucky, stop tickling him for a moment. I think he's going to break my spine at this point."

Sam pulls a grimace as Peter's legs squeeze tighter around his middle with every second.

"I think I can help with that."

Clint approaches the man, glancing over Sam's shoulder at Peter.

"Peter, let go of Sam."

Peter shakes his head violently, not thinking about giving Sam another chance to attack him.

Clint lets out a sigh before shrugging his shoulders.

"You leave me no other choice, kid."

Clint stands behind Sam and glances down where Peter's legs close around the man's midriff. He reaches out and quickly scribbles his fingers over the soles of the teen's feet. With a high-pitched shriek, the legs let loose, and Sam was about to let out a sigh of relief when a foot came in contact with his chest and sent him flying back a few meters.

"Shihihit! Sohohohrry Saham!"

He hears Bucky let out a shocked but not less amused laugh.

"You should wear shoes in the gym, Peter. Bruce or Tony will kill you if they find out you walk around here in just socks."

"I wahahas juhuhst testing out my geahahahar."

"Still, that's dangerous. Something could happen to your feet."

Clint reaches out to catch one of the flailing feet to give it a quick tickle, but Peter sees it coming and pulls them quickly close to his chest, scowling at the man as threateningly as he can while laughing his head off. It wasn't very threatening.

"Leahahahave them alohone, Clihint!"

Clint puts his hand up defensively, carrying a smirk on his face. "Okay, okay. No need to pull a Sam on me, kid."

"Hey!" shouts Sam from his place on the ground, grimacing as he rubs his chest.

"Clint's right, that's still dangerous," comments Bucky, and it drives Peter mad how the three were talking this causally while the ex-assassin did everything that leaves Peter laughing his head off.

"I dohohon't wear shohohes in the suhuhit eithehheher!" he protests as well as he could.

Sam frowns at that when he comes to a halt next to Clint, sending Peter a disapproving glance. "Don't let the public hear that. I can already see CPS getting sent after us. Excuse me, your enhanced spider toddler doesn't wear shoes while fighting DoomBots. We need to do a home visit. "

"I ahaham nohohot a toddlehehrr!" growls Peter, glaring at Sam.

"You are not? I'll bet I can make you sound like one."

Before Peter can ask what Bucky is talking about, a muscled arm wraps around him, finger hoking under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. The arm stays wrapped around his chest, holding the shirt in place and exposing his middle to the cold air while simultaneously taking the last bit of room Peter had to move. He was now rendered completely immobile, and whatever Bucky was planning to do to him, Peter didn't know how much more he could take.

"Would you look at that? Is that a cute little tummy that begs for attention?"

Peter's eyes grew twice in size at the words and the tone of voice Bucky was using. Bucky cannot be serious about doing this.

"Does Pete-Pie's tummy want some tickles? Hmm?"

Peter didn't need to see the man's face to know he was wearing a massive shit-eating grin. If Peter had thought he had been embarrassed before, this was taking the meaning of being embarrassed to a whole new level. The worst thing about Bucky teasing him and talking to him like he was a three-year-old was the fact, that Peter couldn't shake off the nervous anticipation as he watched the metal arm creeping closer, fingers wriggling playfully just above his stomach.

"You still won't talk Pete-Pie?"

"Fuck off, Buhuhucky!"

Sam shakes his head as he watches Bucky messing with the kid.

"You see Barton, that is what I talked about earlier. I don't care about people telling me Spidey is a genius, that just now didn't sound very genius to me."

Clint grins at the words, shrugging his shoulders.

"Maybe he likes getting tickled?" he asks.

"Is that it, Pete? Do you like tickles? Like the little toddler, you are?" teases Bucky and starts scratching the tips of his fingers ever so lightly over his bare navel, causing Peter to scrunch his nose up as he tries to hold back the giggles that were building up in his throat. What Bucky did to him was nothing like the ruthless attacks from before. This was all gentle and teasing touches, dragging and wriggling fingertips lightly over his sides and stomach, searching for spots that made Peter twitch.

Peter was biting his lips, dreading to give Bucky the satisfaction of making any sound after getting humiliated like that, but the ex-assassin really knew how to fish for a reaction. It got harder and harder to keep the noises from escaping as the fingers wandered upwards, dangerously close to his ribcage. Catching onto the way the body in his arm tenses up, Bucky's smirk grows even wider, and he pulls his hand away, creating a false sense of security before he brings his head closer to Peter.

"I found your weak spot, little Spider," he growls into the teen's ear, and his hand shoots up, pressing his fingertips under the highest of Peter's ribs, and vibrating his hand but not in a ruthless manner from before. It did create just the effect he had gone for, breaking the last of Peter's walls down, and soon high-pitched giggles poured out of the teen's mouth. A wide grin splits Peter's face, and the childlike giggles cause the three men to grin at the sound filling the gym. As much as they liked teasing Peter, they all had to admit that his high-pitched giggles were nothing but adoring.

"Sure, you're sixteen and not three, Peter?"

Peter couldn't form an answer, too busy giggling his head off as the claw-like hand started vibrating into his belly, sending ticklish waves through his whole body. He could feel the heat in his head spreading down to his neck and chest, and he probably looked more flustered than ever before. The worst thing was that Bucky didn't seem to even think about stopping anytime soon, and Peter felt close to giving up.

"Okay, Gentleman, as fun as tormenting the kid is, we will end this here."

Peter had never felt more relieved to hear Tony's voice before. He listens half-heartedly as the man approaches the group before coming to a halt in front of him, glancing at him with a twitch of his lips.

"You're still alive."

"Just peachy, Mr. Stark."

"Good. Because I have a few things to discuss with you, Peter."

Peter catches himself as the string of web is cut and catches sight of Bucky, Clint, and Sam exiting the gym while Tony beckons him to follow him to one of the benches standing at the side.

Peter sits down while Mr. Stark pulls out one of the extra vials with the solvent for the web fluids. He holds his still bound together hands out, waiting for the man to spray the solvent and free him when he gets pushed back onto the bench.

"Mr. Stark?" asks Peter, staring wide-eyed at the man who had pushed him down.

"Oh no. You are not off the hook yet, Parker."

"I don't know what you are tal-"

"Ah ah ah," interrupts Mr. Stark and presses his finger against Peter's lips to keep him from talking.

"Care to explain why you hacked into Friday, Peter."

Oh fuck.

"Not the words I would use, but that sums it up well enough."

Peter didn't mean to say that out loud. He gulps when Mr. Stark raises an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself.

"These three didn't manage to, but I know how to make you talk, Peter. Don't let it come to that," warns Tony and places a hand on Peter's stomach, keeping him from getting up.

"You saw all that?"

"This is my tower kid. What did you expect?"

Now Peter was seriously fucked.

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Sup bitches im back

And I've come bearing gifts of yet another spn fic (I'm in my active writing era 😌💅)

(this is set in season 13 or 14)

So yeah enjoy

Jack was a curious kid, obviously. It was no secret the kid loved to learn about most anything and everything. Even just listening sometimes was enough for him.

Once Dean had gotten attached to the kid, he didn't really mind answering all of Jack's questions.

Jack was especially curious whenever he was allowed on a hunt with them, wanting to know everything about what kind of monster they were hunting.

On an ordinary day though, Jack was more quiet. You could usually find him in his room reading while listening to rock music (Dean had told him that it was the only 'good' kind of music) or watching cartoons on the TV that Cas had given to him from his room. Mostly, they all kept to themselves on the days between hunts.

But often times Dean would gather everyone in the living room area for a movie night while they ate dinner. Cas would usually make some kind of warm drink after they all ate, Dean always got to pick the movie (regardless of how many protests were shouted at him), Sam had taught Jack how to make popcorn and Jack used that skill whenever he got the chance, and Sam took the opportunity to just relax on the couch with them.

Often times Sam would fall asleep during the movie, and Dean would bitch about it afterwards as loudly as he could. Jack had recently taken up Sam's habit though. Every time they all sat down to watch something you'd turn around Jack was dozing off, usually leaning against someone's shoulder.

As cute as it was, Dean couldn't stand for Jack to miss the death star exploding.

Dean had been chosen that evening as Jack's human pillow, so it was easy enough to reach over and poke him several times in the side to try and rouse him.

Jack shifted over and ignored the pokes, snuffling into Dean's arm.

Dean repeated the action a few more times, until he noticed a small sleepy smile on Jack's face that he was trying to hide.

Dean hummed quietly but let the kid sleep, saving that information for later.

After the movie ended (and, yes, Jack did miss the exploding of the death star but it wasn't like this was his first time seeing A New Hope) they all stayed seated, relaxed in their spots making idle conversation.

Jack was now awake, listening to Sam and Cas' conversation about which star wars movie was the best. Dean turned his attention from the pair to look at Jack.

"I can't believe you-" Dean said, rapidly poking Jack's side causing the kid to curl up and swat and Dean's hand. "fell asleep during the best star wars movie and the best part of it."

"I didn't mean to!" Jack giggled, using one hand to protect his side the other to hold onto Dean's hand.

"Mhm, sure you didn't." Dean eyerolled, now launching a full on tickle attack on Jack.

Dean leaned over and dragged Jack into his lap, using one his hands to hold his outer arm above his head leaving his entire left side exposed. His free hand darted around Jack's torso, tickling as many places as he could. Jack attempted to grab Dean's hand but was too slow to catch him and couldn't predict correctly which spot Dean was going to go to next so he just resorted to holding onto Dean's forearm and trying to control his laughter.

"Do you know how to play guitar, Jack?" Dean asked while still tickling him.

"No!" Jack said through his giggles.

"Well, what we have here," Dean pat Jack's stomach. "is a good old fashioned guitar."

Jack's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his head tilting to the side.

"~Juuust gotta make sure it's in tune before I can play anything on it, of course." Dean grinned at him.

He held his right hand as if he had a guitar pic in his hand and pressed his fingers against Jack's ribs. He pretended to "play" the guitar, Jack's ribs being the strings.

He tested different ribs, listening to Jack's different laughs as he did so.

"Sounds tuned to me." Dean nodded. "That means we can play it now. "

Jack was about to make his protests known but Dean had already started, picking up and down Jack's whole side.

He threw in some light scribbles every now and then when he got up high on Jack's ribs, just to hear him squeal.

Jack promptly lost his mind, lost in his own mirth. He threw his head back against one of the couch pillows, cackles spilling out of him freely. His squirming intensified too, wiggling in every direction to get away from Dean's wiggling fingers.

He noticed that Sam and Cas had been watching for some time now, fond smiles on both of their faces. Dean noticed too and grinned at them.

"Do you guys like my guitar?" He raised an eyebrow. "Probably the nicest one I've ever played."

"Oh, I bet." Sam nodded. "I mean considering that you've never owned a guitar and nor do you know how to play, but if that one can give you the skills to play like that then that's one nice guitar."

Dean chuckled. "Wanna hear how it plays?"

"Dean, nohohOHO!!" Jack shrieked, arching his back. Dean alternated spots, going from right next to Jack's armpit to down low next to his hip. Jack's giggles jumped in both pitch and volume several times.

"I like this note." Dean teased. He scratched on Jack's highest rib, his laughter jumping up to a near screech. He squirmed violently twords the ground, almost falling out of Dean's arms before he was pulled back into Dean's lap.

"My guitar likes to wiggle apparently," Dean laughed, going back to the same spot that he was tickling before. Jack squealed again, giving up on trying to escape and just taking the tingly sensations overtaking his entire being. It was as if he could feel the tickles through his whole body, from his ears, to his neck, all the way down his torso and legs, electric tingles shooting down his knees, to his constantly moving feet which were currently kicking the couch in an effort to help give himself some relief from the sensations that were surging throughout his body.

After a few minutes when Jack had properly melted in Dean's lap from exhaustion, Dean finally stopped, releasing Jack's arm and letting him roll over onto his stomach. Dean rubbed up and down his back grinning down at the kid, though he couldn't see.

"You okay, Jack?" Sam asked after a few minutes.

"Y-yeah," Jack answered.

Dean rubbed a soothing hand through his hair, letting him fully relax.

"Hey, if you ever need any help getting Dean back, I'll gladly help you out Jack." Sam said. "He's ridiculously ticklish just like you." He smirked.

"Shut up." Dean glared at him. "You're just as bad."

"Statistically, Sam is less sensative than you are, but you and Jack seem equal in ticklishness." Cas held back a smile.

"You shut up too." Dean pointed at Cas. Sam laughed at them both.

Once again, Jack felt himself falling asleep but this time to the sounds of his family getting into a silly argument rather than the sounds of blaster fire and exciting background music.

Hope you liked

#supernatural #jack kline #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #tickle fic #supernatural tickle #this was very self indulgent #i regret nothing #ticklish!jack kline

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inkaddict1978 · 1 month

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June. June was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to be “take Baby for a long drive, windows down, with no destination in mind for once” nice. Instead it was cold, 40’s at best, and the pattering of drops on the windows didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. It was starting to get on Dean’s nerves. The 4 friends were lounging around in their cozy little living room, “Ramble On” playing softly from the speakers in the far corner.

Sam was in the recliner, scrolling on his laptop. Dean didn’t need to see the screen to know he was searching for their next case. Always the diligent one. Cas was on one end of the couch, nose deep in some new “book of the week” that he had become addicted to. The sight made Dean’s stomach flutter, something he was still trying to get used to. Eileen was on the loveseat, watching tv, surely some reality show that Dean would pretend not to be interested in, but secretly be sad when it ended. Dean was currently propped up in the corner of the couch, opposite Cas, with a magazine in hand, not really focusing on the print, mind distracted.

He was fidgeting, too. He knew it, but he hoped no one else had noticed. He wasn’t used to sitting still, at least not for long periods of time, and his hands itched to be doing something, other than holding the paper distraction. He kept shifting slightly, couch creaking with each move, and every so often one of the other’s eyes would roam over to him, their look questioning. It never lasted long, but Dean would duck his head back into the magazine every time, avoiding the stare. His heart was starting to race, and he willed himself to slow it down. He could do this, dammit. He could relax. He just needed to practice. He wasn’t used to the semi-retired, non-hunting lifestyle. So sue him. It would take some getting used to. He shifted again, trying to return his focus back to his reading, but apparently fate had other plans in store for him today.

“Dude what’s the matter with you?” Sam asked, voice laced slightly with irritation. You’re like a nervous ball of energy, and it’s been radiating throughout the room for the last hour. What gives, man?”

Damn it, Sam was always the intuitive one. Dean couldn’t get anything past him.

He tried to play it off with a scoff, schooling his features into a look that implied as though Sam’s comment was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. In reality, he wished Sam could read his mind, so Dean didn’t have to use his words to communicate his emotions. He’d never been very good at that. For the moment though, he wished Sam would just drop it and leave him alone.

“I know when something’s bothering you” Sam continued “so just tell us what’s going on.”

No such luck.

Truth was, Dean didn’t know what was wrong, exactly. He’d slept well, eaten, and was currently nursing a beer. All his basic needs were met and he should have been grateful for the rest. But for some reason, even in a room full of others, he felt alone. His skin was cold, despite the warmth in the room, and he was itching for some sort of physical contact. Everyone seemed so far away, despite the close proximity of the furniture. What the hell was wrong with him? He rolled his eyes at himself. He needed to snap out of it. He wasn’t sharing with the class, especially something as emotionally confusing as this. Suffer in silence. That was his MO.

Apparently no one was willing to allow him that luxury today, because Cas, who had averted his attention away from his book to observe the brother’s exchange for the last several minutes, chose that moment to join the conversation.

“Dean, you do seem more restless than usual. What’s the matter with you?” Cas paused, waiting for Dean to respond. Dean pulled a face that clearly conveyed “leave me alone” without having to verbalize it. Either that, or he was trying to think of a lie. Cas must have thought the latter, because he followed up his previous question with “and don’t lie to me. You know it won’t end well.”

Dean schooled his features, giving Cas a challenging glare. Who did he think he was? Dean was an adult, he could lie if he wanted to. Besides, choosing to ignore the current line of questioning coming from his brother and boyfriend wasn’t lying, it was just avoiding, and that Dean was a pro at.

The silence dragged on until it was uncomfortable, Cas squinting his eyes and doing his adorable little head tilt that usually signified he was studying Dean, trying to get a read on him. A few more seconds ticked on, and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up from the couch, ready to bolt to his room where he could sulk in peace.

Again, no such luck.

Cas was on him, tackling him to the ground before he’d made it two feet. He straddled his hips, and after a brief struggle (that Dean was embarrassed to admit he’d lost too easily) Dean found his hands pinned by Cas’s on either side of his head, face bracketed in by Cas’s arms. Their noses were practically touching. Cas continued to study Dean, but the new proximity was making his head spin.

Tough guy brivatto still intact, for the moment, Dean steeled his expression into a look of annoyance, twisting himself underneath Cas’s hold, testing it. He was stuck, he knew it, but he wasn’t going down without a fight, Angelic strength be damned. Dean continued to struggle, letting out little grunts of frustration as each unsuccessful attempt let it sink in a little more just how screwed he really was. Cas had a small smirk forming on his face, and it just added to the irritation building up. Dean let out a growl, willing himself to break the hold, but eventually he conceded, body going slack, head tipped back, eyes closed, as though he was slowly starting to accept his fate. He was still breathing heavily, little huffs coming out of his nose every few seconds, but he couldn’t help the small smile starting to form on his face from the ridiculousness of it all. He tried to school his expression into something neutral, but he was failing. When he dared to peek one eye open, Cas was grinning down at him with that big gummy smile of his. Dean couldn’t help but smile back as he said “yeah, yeah, you made your point, now let me up.” But Cas apparently had other intentions, grip tightening slightly at the request.

“Dean, we just want to help. I’d like you to tell us willingly, but I’m not against coercing it out of you.” As Cas spoke, his eyes started to twinkle, and Dean gulped, his throat growing dry, nerves set on edge. If Cas’s look was any indication of what was coming, Dean was in trouble. He tried to remain calm, not giving Cas the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under his skin. He fidgeted again, cursing himself silently.

Get it together, Winchester. You can still get out of this.

Right on cue, as if reading his mind, Cas readjusted his grip so that he was holding both of Dean’s hands in just one of his, other hand coming to rest ever so gently on Dean’s side. Well shit. This wasn’t the first time Cas had used this method to get Dean to “talk” and he should have known it was coming. Dean had two options, tell the truth, or try and lie his way out of it, convincingly, of course.

He put on the brightest smile possible, the one he knew worked ninety five percent of the time, his go-to when he was trying to charm his way out of a not- so-pleasant situation he’d inevitably found himself in, and said “I’m FINE, man, I swear, just let me up.” He tried not to let his voice waiver, but when Cas didn’t budge, Dean chuckled nervously, averting his eyes for a moment. After collecting himself, he turned his face back, eyes pleading with Cas to just drop it. But Cas could be stubborn as well, and as the moments ticked on, it became increasingly clear that Cas would not be satisfied until Dean fessed up. Dean narrowed his eyes, voice low. “Don’t even think about it.” he snarled, trying to appear as if he had control of the situation, even if Cas did have the upper hand. He let out another growl, but it quickly turned into a yelp as Cas’s fingers jumped to life.

Sam, who had previously returned his attention back to his laptop after the brief exchange with his brother, heard the noise and looked up, curiosity getting the best of him. He smiled softly at the sight of his brother squirming beneath Cas. Dean was trying his hardest to keep his composure in check, but was rapidly losing that battle. Cas’s growing smile was a clear indicator that Dean was close to breaking. Cas knew it and was slowly chipping away, gaining leverage with every twitch of his fingers. Moments ticked on, Dean still squirming but refusing to concede, and eventually Cas must have decided he’d had enough. Without warning, he released his grip on Dean’s hands in favor of digging all ten fingertips into both of his sides. Dean was not expecting the sudden change, and his wall of resistance shattered. He began cackling, the noise loud enough to catch Eileen’s attention, who until this moment had remained focused on her show. She glanced at Sam, eyebrow raised and questioning, and Sam just smiled back at her, shrugging his shoulders. The pair stood up simultaneously, making their way over to the spot where Dean and Cas were still battling it out, although it was clear who was winning this little bout.

Dean could see Sam and Eileen approach out of the corner of his eye, although his vision was already starting to blur. He groaned through his laughter, trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm. This was embarrassing, especially with how quickly Cas had broken him. It had only been a minute, tops, since Cas had really started tickling in earnest, and Dean was already red-faced and giggling hysterically. He had expected to hold out longer than that, but Cas had him so wound up with anticipation, he didn’t stand a chance. He was twisting frantically, kicking his legs, trying to throw Cas off, to no avail. A few “Cas’s” and “please” and "stop it’s” slipped in whenever he could catch a breath, although only half of them decipherable. Damned if he wouldn’t still try though. Cas just shook his head, acknowledging he had heard him but wasn’t complying with his requests. The little shit was dead when Dean got out of this. Dean was so getting him back, tenfold. But he couldn’t focus on that right now.

The little voice in Dean’s head kept telling him if he just agreed to give them an answer that this could all be over. He tried convincing himself of what it was he DID want. What answer would appease them? What was the truth? Dean hadn’t been able to put his finger on it before, and he certainly was having trouble thinking clearly now. Another part of him, a louder part, kept reminding him that this WAS what he wanted. Physical contact, no matter the form. Sometimes he found himself craving it, the lack of it overwhelming him to the point of suffocation. Usually he drowned himself in other distractions to take away the sting. Until now, it had worked. He wasn’t expecting it to hit him today with an audience. He hadn’t even fully accepted that was the problem, but as the contact with Cas made the earlier cold and loneliness slowly ebb away, a realization dawned on him. Well damn if he would admit it. He had a reputation to uphold.

As Sam and Eileen reached them, Dean could see Cas and Eileen share a quick glance, and then she nodded, as though they could read each other's minds. The silent exchange made his nerves ignite. She knelt down above his head, and Cas paused his tickling to pass Dean’s arms to her, one at a time. He tried to resist, but in the end it was futile. From his seat on Dean’s lap, Cas had the advantage. Eileen sat on them gently, only enough pressure to ensure he was pinned firmly. Dean gulped. One on one with Cas was bad enough, but being double teamed… They wouldn’t, would they? Dean shivered at the thought. At least Sam was still standing. Dean didn’t know what would happen if all three of them attacked. He’d never survive. He might as well ask to cuddle, right then and there. At least he’d still have some of his dignity left.

Once the pair deemed Dean secured in his new position, Cas said “last chance to talk, Dean.” He was counting on Dean’s stubbornness, and when Dean glared at him with a “how dare you” look, Cas grinned and started tickling again, fingers back at Dean’s sides, though not as harshly as last time. Dean should have been grateful for the reprieve, only now Eileen’s hands were added to mix. Dammit, NO! Her fingers were poking and prodding in and around his armpits, occasionally jumping to his collarbones and up and around his ears. Dean exploded, cackling, voice going in and out as his pitch reached new levels. His efforts to free himself increased momentarily, twisting and turning with every poke and prod, but he was quickly running out of energy. He was shaking his head from side to side, a stream of jovial “nonono’s” bursting out of him every time he could catch his breath.

Eventually he went slack, sweat lacing his brow. Cas and Eileen noticed and slowed the tickling just enough to give him a moment to breathe, but still enough to keep him gently giggling. Eileen with her long fingernails still scritching softly under his chin. Cas with the soft pads of his fingertips digging into his ribs. And Sam with that dopey, lopsided smile, grinning down at Dean every time he dared peek his eyes open, looking at Dean like his face was the brightest thing aside from the sun.

It was more than Dean could handle. He needed it to stop. He never wanted it to stop.

“Ok, ok I give. I give up. Please, no more.” Dean relented. Cas and Eileen paused, waiting for him to continue. When his breathing slowed completely, they looked on expectantly, but instead of speaking, he tried hiding his face in the crook of his elbow again. “Heeey” he giggled, as Eileen softly tickled the side of his neck, forcing him to turn his head. He looked up at her, trying to glare, but was betrayed by his lingering smile, and she bent down to peck a kiss to his forehead. He almost started crying. What the hell was going on with him today?

He closed his eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to regain his composure, not trusting himself to make eye contact, much less to speak. He knew they wouldn’t wait forever. Still pinned beneath the pair, he tried to muster up some courage. As he looked over, Cas started wiggling his fingers again, making a show of getting closer and closer to Dean’s sides, and it was all the encouragement Dean needed to blurt out “I was just lonely and wanted attention!” He immediately tried hiding his face again, cheeks burning red. This time, no one stopped him. When a few minutes had passed and no one had spoken, he dared to glance up.

From the looks on their faces, whatever it was they were expecting Dean to say, it clearly hadn’t been that. All 3 were looking at him with slightly different expressions, from fondness to curiosity, but not one of them appeared to be judging him. He was grateful for that, at least. Maybe he could finish the day with some of his dignity intact.

“I answered your question, can I sit up now please?” Dean asked, suddenly looking very uncomfortable in his current position. Cas and Eileen, realizing that they were still pinning Dean down, released their hold, shuffling back to give him some room. He sat up, keeping his head down, hand ringing at the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. He could feel their eyes on him still and it made his cheeks burn red again. He wished they’d just leave him to wallow in peace. They owed him that much. Instead, as Cas and Eileen stood up, Sam offered Dean a hand. He accepted it, shakily rising to his feet, still a little wobbly and light headed from before. Sam saw him stagger and righted him, but instead of stopping at that, he pulled him into a crushing hug.

“Come here, ya big dummy.” Sam said, and Dean could tell by his tone that Sam was grinning. When Dean didn’t put up much resistance, he pressed on “if you wanted us to hug you, why didn’t you just ask?” Dean tensed at the teasing and started to pull away, even though the contact was keeping him grounded at the moment. Old habits were hard to break. Sam wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He tightened his grip, arms wrapped around Dean’s torso, fingers starting to wiggle into the crevices at the back of his armpits. Dean let out a gasp, followed by a “nohoho, not again!” and before he could help himself he was giggling, squirming steadily in Sam’s arms, trying to keep himself upright, although his knees were threatening to give out. Cas stepped in behind him, just in time to catch him as Dean managed to break Sam’s hold.

Dean stumbled and Cas righted him, wrapping his arms around him to keep him vertical. Sam advanced forward, hands finding purchase on Dean’s belly as he responded to Dean’s plea of “no Sammy, please don’t” with “I didn’t get to participate before, Dean, it’s only fair!” When Sam fingers found his belly button, Dean shrieked, laughter quickly turning silent. He was doubled over Cas’s arms, trying to force Sam’s evil fingers away, but Sam continued to slip his grip with ease. Eventually he gave up and tipped his head back, temple brushing against Cas’s, arms crossed in front of him as much as Cas’s hold would allow. Sam eventually slowed when it was clear that Dean couldn’t take much more.

Sam giggled at his brother as he tried to entangle himself from Cas’s octopus-like grip. When Dean was finally free, he stumbled over to the couch, practically collapsing onto it. He laid on his back, arm draped over his eyes, willing his breath to settle. He startled when he felt someone lift his head up, but relaxed again when he realized it was only Cas climbing in to sit beneath him, Dean’s head now in his lap. Cas started running his fingers through Dean’s hair, pausing every once in a while to scratch at his scalp. Dean hummed appreciatively, which only encouraged Cas to continue.

Normally he’d be embarrassed at showing his emotions so openly, but after what he’d just endured, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Cas had picked up his discarded book before settling down, now propping it up on the arm of the couch, somehow managing to juggle it with one hand while still attentive to Dean with the other. Every once in a while his hand would stray from Dean’s head to rub over his back or shoulders, and Dean would sigh contentedly. Maybe he needed to ask for what he wanted more often.

Sam and Eileen were snuggled on the loveseat, watching on with fondness. Cas looked up and met their gaze, smiling at them and then down at Dean. Dean met his gaze, smiling softly back. The rain still pattered lightly on the windows, only now all was right with the world again. Maybe rest days weren’t so bad after all. He rolled over, snuggling his face into Cas’s lap, and when Cas resumed his scritching, Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was snoring softly.

I rarely write but this one just came together so quickly, I couldn’t stop the brain worms. Hope you enjoy.

#castiel #dean winchester #ticklish dean #ler!cas #supernatural tickle fic #sam winchester #spn tickle fic #ler!castiel #supernatural tickling #spn tickles #eileen

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cringemesstickles · 6 months

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Honey Sweet Laughter

(TickleTober Day 16: Unusual Spot)

Summary: Gabriel discovers a new tickle spot on his boyfriend

Pairing: Sabriel

Word Count: 709

A/N: Some Sabriel tickles because they’re adorable

Anyway, ticklish arms are so underrated, goodbye

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One of the first things Gabriel learned about Sam Winchester was that he was incredibly ticklish. Obviously, this would come in handy for a trickster such as himself, and he uses it against his serious boyfriend every chance he gets.

As soon as he learned about Sam’s sensitivity, he quickly found all of his tickle spots.

Or so he thought…

On one lazy evening, the couple was huddled together on the bunkers sofa, enjoying some alone time on a day off.

Gabriel leaned in close and gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek, delighting in the warmth of his presence.

“I told you a rest day was a good idea.” Said the archangel, grabbing the taller man’s hand and giving it a kiss.

Sam giggled and leaned into the touch, melting at the sensation of warm lips on his soft skin.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… for once, you had a good idea.” He teased lightly, earning a theatrical gasp from Gabriel.

“All of my ideas are good ones and I am offended that you seem to think otherwise!”

Sam giggled again, amused by his lover’s theatrics.

To Gabriel, the sound was like a drug, addictive, always leaving him wanting more. It was a sound so sweet, it could give honey a run for it’s money.

Gabriel did always have a sweet tooth.

Overfilled with affection, the archangel brought Sam’s wrist to his lips and started littering the skin with quick, playful kisses, traveling upwards to the delicate skin of his inner elbow.

The sensation sent sparks through Sam’s arm, drawing out a surprised gasp, followed by a storm of titters.

“Gahahabe! T-That tickles!” The hunter lightly tugged at his arm, his stomach filling with butterflies.

Gabriel froze and looked up at his boyfriend’s smiling face, utterly delighted by the reaction.

“Oh? A new tickle spot, you say?” He kept a firm grip on Sam’s wrist and used his other to spider his fingers from the wrist to the crook of the elbow, prompting the muscles to twitch and shake.

Sam let his head fall back against the couch, letting out sounds that could only be described as angelic.

“Just when I thought I had found all your tickle spots~”

Sam’s laughter reached a new pitch when Gabriel started nuzzling the soft skin. He never knew such a light touch could be so ticklish, but as his boyfriend continued to nuzzle, the slight stubble brushing against the inside of his elbow, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness that the sensation brought.

“Aww, does this tickle? Who knew you could be sooo sensitive in such a strange spot~” Cooed Gabriel, switching back to peppering chaste kisses all over his lover’s arm.

Sam couldn’t help but blush, the teasing getting under his ticklish skin and chasing his blood to the surface.

“You’re s-so embahaharrassing!”

Gabriel’s eyes had that flare to them, signaling that he was up to something.

“You think that tickles? How about this!”

Quick as a hare, he sucked in a breath and blew a sharp raspberry right on the sensitive skin, prompting Sam to jerk his arm and squeal.

“GABE, NOHOHOO!” Sam protested through peals of laughter, the blissful smile on his face betraying how he truly felt.

Gabriel could never put into words how he felt about the hunter before him. In his entire celestial life, he had never loved anything as much as he loved Sam.

Deciding he’d tortured his lover enough, the archangel released his arm and pulled away, eyes filled with love for the blushing mess in front of him.

He leaned in and pulled Sam into a warm, gentle kiss, relishing in the way Sam’s giggles felt against his lips.

When they parted, be it reluctantly, they looked at each other with all the love in the universe, content smiles adorning their faces.

“I love you… even when you embarrass the life out of me.”

Gabriel grinned and gave the hunter one last kiss on the nose, admiring the soft chuckle that escaped Sam’s lips.

“Love you too, my big brave hunter.”

They spent the rest of their night cuddling, letting themselves bask in the serenity of the moment.

And if more tickles took place, that’s a secret for just them to share.

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blushyeleven · 7 months

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Tickletober - DAY 7

Flustered

characters: lee!y/n, ler!tara, ler!sam

Warnings: tickles, swearing

a/n: I hate this sm it’s so rushed ahgsjsbwejev

𝓐 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭

“Hey, Tara?”

You called out from the hallway after receiving the text from Tara 10 minutes prior to you getting their, stating “hey when you get here just let yourself in” so that’s what you did, leaving you standing in the hallway with no response, the only thing that could be heard was.. excessive giggling? You slowly walked from their hallway and followed the sound of girlish giggles before finding Tara and sam in their living room. Tara was sat on Sams waist.. tickling her. Your eyes couldn’t help but widen as your cheeks began to fade into a crimson red. Tara then looked up with a giddy smile, stopping her attack on sam as she said “oh! Hey y/n!” You decided it would be best to advert eye contact and look at the floor, fiddling with your own fingers. “Hey!” You said, trying to act normal even though your brain was scrambling. Sam was just laying on the sofa, her cheeks equally as pink as yours as she was gasping for air “hi y/n!” She said through deal and heavy breaths. You gave a nervous wave before saying “hello!” Still avoiding their eye contact as Tara began to lightly scribble at sams sides while still looking at you, her smile turning into confusion after seeing your unusual mannerisms. “You okay, y/n?” Tara asked gently, seeing you standing their awkwardly. “Hm? Yeah! I’m okay!” You then looked at Tara and then looked at her hand.. tickling sam.. your cheeks intensifying in colour. You thought it would be best to look anywhere but at the situation that was right in-front of you. Sams laughter could be heard in the background as she desperately flailed her arms around, trying to push at taras. “You sure?” She asked again, not understanding why all of a sudden you seemed so uneasy. “Yeah! I- um.. Can i get a drink please?” Your tried to find your words as you still stood their, in that one position, trying to find any excuse to take yourself away from the situation in an attempt to calm your nerves down. “Ofcourse! You don’t need to ask silly” Tara reasured before you nodded and swiftly walked to the kitchen. Sams laughter, desperate and still echoing through the apartment.

You opened the silver metal and took out and can of cola before slowly treading back, sitting yourself in the sofa. Taking small sips of your canned beverage. Tara then began just mercilessly tickling sams stomach causing the older girl to squeal and continue with her giggle fit. You focussed your eyes on your drink as your blush grew even more. Your mind racing.

“You want to join in?” Tara asked with a warming smile, still befuddled with how you were acting. “No! I- It’s okay!” You tried to sound as calm and as ordinary as possible but the fact you couldn’t even make eye contact was giving you away. “Why not?” The shorter girl furrowed her eyebrows. “I… I don’t wanna ruin your guys fun!” “Oh please, it would be more fun if you joined in!” She insisted, trying to get you to loosen up but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at them.. let alone join in. “No really! It’s okay!.. I’m fine with just sitting here!” Tara giggled, still clearly very skeptical, you never acted like this. “Your acting weird” she stated, the stupid smile never leaving her face. “No I’m not!” You replied instantly, clearing being quick to defend your position. Even Sam, who was practically screaming with laughter still managed to not, agreeing with Tara. But it wasn’t untill Tara noticed the dusky pink colour spread across your cheeks that she then realised.. were you.. flustered? She couldn’t understand why though. So she just decided to stop her assault on sam and sat next herself to you. Leaving sam laying on the sofa? Gasping for air.

“You don’t have to stop because I’m here!” You reassured, trying to act casual but failing miserably. “No it’s okay, I think Sam needs a break from it anyway” Tara giggled “but really what’s the matter with you?” She asked, an eyebrow quirked, still with the widest smile on her face. Showing her dimples. “Nothing!” You tried to say again, with another wobble in your voice. “No, there’s definitely something.. you seem.. flustered” she giggled watching how defensive you were getting and she couldn’t even understand why. Sam finally managed to recollect her breath before sitting up in the sofa. “Yeah! Youve been acting weird since you got here!” Sam questioned. “f-flustered? I’m not flustered! Im fine!” Even though it was painfully obvious, you still chose to deny everything. “I’m just tired!” You added, seeming as it was your best excuse. Tara then began to giggle “tired? God, your still terrible at lying” she stated giggling some more. You then looked down at your drink, taking a few more sips of it. I mean, she was right. You were awful at lying. Your brain always to muddled to think of a decent excuse and the fact you always avoided eye contact when you were lying. “Yeah” Sam chuckled “no but really, what’s up?” Her voice was soft hey curious. Clearly just as intrigued as Tara was to find out the reasoning behind your on edge behaviour.

“Was it the tickling?” Tara asked out of no where and your eyes widened and the red on your cheeks smeared around your whole face. “No!” You responded quickly.. a little to quickly as you shuffled nervously on your seat. Sam chucked again. “As Tara Said.. still awful at lying” she pointed out, making you even more flustered. “Oh my god is it actually?” Tara began giggling as she covered her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say anything. It was like your voice automatically put itself on mute.. “Okay, that’s actually adorable” Tara said, still in her giggling fit. “But why?” She asked innocently, trying to calm herself down. You simply shrugged your shoulders, still clearly unable to respond with actual words. Sam smiled and just lightly shook her head “oh y/n, what are we going to do with you?” She stated, her lips curved upwards. “You find tickling.. flustering?” She asked, still giggling like a Little Girl, her hand still clasped to her mouth yet again as you then looked at her. With absolutely zero response. “Okay sorry! I’m sorry! I’m not making fun of you.. it’s just really unexpected.. but it’s cute” she said trying to pull herself together.

Tara then had a mischievous idea as she smirked to herself. I mean.. you were flustered over tickling.. so that should make this more fun. She reached out and started lightly scribbling at your ribs for a few seconds, just to see your reaction. She was actually pleasantly surprised as you let out an ear splitting squeal and immediately recoiled at her sudden touch. “Woah, y/n..” Sam said, also realising taras intention, so she got up from her seat and walked over to you. You looked between the two girls, your face glowing with red as you couldn’t even bring yourself to utter a word. “Wait- no! Dont!” You tried to plead but it was all useless. As Tara reached back in to wiggle her fingers across your side. A light feathery touch at first. Just innocently fluttering her fingers across your strip of skin. Causing the most endearing and adorable giggles to escape your mouth. Tara watched you in awe as she watched you become even more flustered by the second. You reached your hands to cover your blushing face as you figured it would be better to not look. This wasnt really happening.. was it? This had to be some hyper realistic dream and that you’d wake up and you’d be fine. But no, alas it was reality. Tara was really tickling you. Quickly followed by Sam, who added her fingers to the ordeal, slowly skittering them over your stomach. Starting of soft, clearly not wanting to drive insane.. yet.

“Cohohome ohohonnn!!” You tried to protest.. but both the carpenter sister knew deep down you weren’t hating this. Or you would have put up a better erteilt of escaping, instead of sitting their and accepting it. “Oh y/n! You honestly are adorable, I almost forgot how ticklish you were!” Tara cooed seeing you remove your hands from your toasted cheeks to continue giggling endlessly. “Ihihit ti- feheels fuhunny!” You stated, clearly unable to announce the dreaded tword. “ti.. feels funny, yeah?” Tara teased, obviously noticing how you avoided the word. “What, can’t you say tickle? Is it to.. flirting?” Sam chuckled at her own tease as you wiggled around on the spot. “Fuck ohofff!” You tilted your head back slightly, shutting your eyes. “Oh you already know I’m not letting that slide!” Tara giggled before speeding up her antics, clawing aimlessly at your ribs. As sam followed, scribbling at your armpits. “NohoHOHO- DOHONT!” You shrieked and fell into heavy laughter, not like the adorable giggles you were producing before.

“Come on! This is funnn~” Sam teased, naturally she was an expert at it. She was the older sister. It’s just something she was always good at. “AAHHAHAHAHA GUHUYS!!” You laughed uncontrollably, not evening tempting to hold back. It was impossible, the laughter just poured out of your mouth like a water fall. You kicked around desperately, not trying to escape their evil hands just yet. It was all on instinct really. Tara moved her hands to repetitively squeeze at your hips while sam moved to the sides of your stomach. “AHAHAHHAHAA SHIHIT!” “I can’t believe we never knew this sooner!” Tara exclaimed, grinning at you and your current position. SAM was just snickering at you every so often and how hard you were laughing was clearly hilarious to the both of them. Before they decided to stop and let you actually breathe, seeming as you were gasping during your forceful laugher.

“that was..” you couldn’t even manage to finish your sentence as Tara continued to grin at you “adorable” she clearly finsihed your sentence for you. I mean.. not what you was going to say. “Agreed, that’s definitely becoming more of a thing” Sam agreed and you couldn’t help but nod as Tara rested her head on your chest, listening to your pounding heartbeat. As you tried to steady your breathing still. Your stomach filled with butterflies. You then wrapped your arms around Tara in a comforting and affectionate way. As sam sat at her previous seat, giggling at you.

Even though at the time, it seemed like you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Right in this moment, you couldn’t be happier at the time you walked in and arrived.

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smileheart110 · 28 days

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(Sun and Moon Show) Lee/Ler Solar Headcanons

I decided to do this because I really like Solar from the Sun and Moon Show (I cried when he died and I hope he comes back) and I was inspired by @not-bixbee and @anxious-lee-ler cause they both like Solar and making him ticklish. I hope you like it since it's my first headcanon.

Lee:

He's a shy and flustered lee.

Gets flustered easily.

Very feather ticklish.

Loves gentle tickles.

His worst spots are his back and tummy dent.

Due to Solar being both Sun and Moon, he's much more ticklish than both of them.

Can't say the word "tickle" or any variation of it.

The paw beans on his feet are his squeak and snort spots.

He squirms and wiggles around when tickled.

Touch-starved due to living in his dimension with his Moon and Monty.

His favorite spots are his chin and the moon side of his cheek.

Raspberries and nibbles make him squeal and shriek.

His laugh is raspy and sometimes loud.

Has the same bad tickle spots as Sun (being his rays) and Moon (being his feet), but has his own, obviously.

Can't stand being teased.

Gets tickled into taking breaks or going to sleep by either one of his family members or the computer sometimes.

Ler (This one's gonna be short since there's barely any ler Solar art and fics):

He's a gentle and evil ler.

Mostly does comfort tickles.

Loves to tickle Lunar since he's known him for a while.

Surprisingly good at tickling.

Rarely does rough tickles.

Can be a bit merciless at times.

His teasing is a mix of stoic and silly.

Will stop to ask if his lee is alright and lets them regain their breath before continuing.

Likes to use tickle tools sometimes.

Gives his lee a safeword before he's gonna tickle them.

Will tickle his ler back for revenge.

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And that's it. I hope you like my first headcanon post.

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lopsicle · 6 months

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So I’ve only watched up to Scream 5 but I couldn’t resist writing a fic of Tara getting wrecked so sorry if this is inaccurate to Scream 6!

Get Off The Couch

Lees: Tara, Sam (brief)

Lers: Sam, Tara (brief)

Warnings: Not Proofread, mentions of stabbing, Tickle Fic, foot tickles.

Summary: Tara’s a little shit and Sam tickles her for it

(Not a ship! DNI if you ship these two!)

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After being stabbed over seven times, being reunited with your sister, learning horrifying information about your past and surviving the Ghostface killings, it was nice to just…relax. It was hard, Tara still got a lot of nightmares as did her sister, Sam’s scars were still visible and hadn’t fully healed but they were managing. It was a lot easier now that they were together.

Sam couldn’t move back in with her mom unfortunately but, against her better judgement, stayed in Woodsboro for her sister. She was staying in a small house that Tara visited so frequently it was hard to tell if she actually lived with her mom anymore. And deep down, she knew she wasn’t. The girl even had her own room in Sam’s house, upstairs which is where she currently was, fiddling around on her phone aimlessly. Eventually she sighed, too bored to stay on her own as she turned off her phone and made her way downstairs to bother see her sister.

She saw Sam in the living room, watching TV while she was splayed across the couch, like she owned the place (even though she did). The woman’s head was resting on one end of the couch, with her feet hanging over the other. She turned to face Tara as soon as she heard her coming down the stairs, still a little concerned over the girl whenever she saw her, silently relieved to see that she was okay. Tara wordlessly made her way to end of the couch, glancing at Sam expectantly until she finally asked, ‘What?’

‘Can’t you move over?’ Tara asked, though it was more like a smug demand. Sam’s head flopped down to the side, not staring at her sister anymore, finding the TV more important.

‘Nope, physically incapable of moving,’ she smirked to herself, even stretching her body out just a little more just to annoy Tara. Her sister just sighed, glancing at Sam from up to down as a small idea came into her mind. Being the youngest, she was always a victim of Sam’s tickle attacks when she was around and Sam was brutal. She was the most skilled, mean tickler that Tara had ever met, but Tara had never had the chance to get Sam back. Until now, given that her feet were conveniently stretched close to her hands. It was Sam’s own fault really, she thought, for being such an ass about this.

With another, almost frightful glance up to make sure her sister’s eyes were still glued to the TV, she raised her hands and quickly walked her fingers up Sam’s socked feet. The reaction was immediate, Sam bit down on her lip and only let a couple giggles out and yanked her legs back away from Tara’s mischievous fingers. She sat up, staring at her sister with a look that Tara recognised from when she was little.

‘You better start running.’

Was all Sam needed to say for Tara to take off in the opposite direction, speeding up as she heard her sister fly up off the coach. Her heart was already pounding out of her chest at the thought of getting t-worded (no, she’s not too flustered to say it) by her sister again. Despite her head start, Sam gained on her quickly, partly for revenge and partly because she missed tickling her little sister.

Suddenly, Sam’s hands snatched around Tara’s torso as she roughly started wiggling her fingers against Tara’s tummy.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’ Sam teased in a high pitched tone, making Tara’s face go even redder. Why did she have to be a good tease as well?!

‘S-sahahahaham! W-Waihahahah-!!’ Tara tried to plead with her but it fell on deaf ears as Sam’s dexterous fingers only worked on her stomach more and more, playing the girl like a piano.

‘You really haven’t changed a bit from when you were a kid, you have all the same tickle spots, don’t you?’ Sam observed, smirking as she sinked her nail into Tara’s belly button which made the girl absolutely shriek. Tara was bouncing, wriggling and shaking about from side to side but her sister kept a tight grip on her from behind; with all her squirming, Tara’s knees began to get weaker and became too unstable to support her.

Luckily (or unluckily), Sam was still holding onto Tara and slowly, carefully lowered her down onto the ground, face down as she sat on her thighs. Tara began catching her breath, trying to hide her increasingly red face.

‘Tell a lie, I think you’ve gotten even more ticklish,’ Sam cooed, pinching the sides of Tara’s long sleeved shirt and pulling it up gently, leaving about half of her sides bare.

‘N-no, I haveheEHEHEHEN’T!!’ Tara’s desperate cry was cut off by a couple rapid squeezes to that delicate area on her sides, just above her hips. She immediately got squirmy again, smacking her hands against the floor as she tried to buck her sister off of her, to no avail.

‘What was that? Tara, honey, you’re laughing too much for me to understand you, you gotta use your words!’ Sam teased her, which only made Tara lose her voice even more, unable to form a response without stuttering.

‘P-PLEAHAHAHAHAAHASE!!’ She eventually forced out as Sam’s warm fingers began making their way up and down her sides, slipping under her shirt to scratch at the protected, sensitive areas just below her ribs.

Sam just smiled fondly at Tara screeched and thrashed like a maniac, unable to sit still. Her legs bucked and kicked out whenever Sam hit a particularly sensitive spot, which just encouraged her to target that spot even more.

‘This takes me back, you know, back when you were a kid and still afraid of the tickle monster. I think you’re still a liiittle scared of her, given how quickly you went running!’ Sam called her out but was genuinely enjoying herself, and she had a feeling Tara was as well. Sam began squeezing and clawing her fingers up and down Tara’s sides, vibrating against that oh so sensitive skin. Tara’s sides felt like a button that could make her squirm at will.

‘IHAHAAHAHT T-TIHAHAHAAHAHCKLES!!’ Tara screamed, getting a little caught up on the tword, which Sam noticed but decided to take pity on her and not being up. Tara was smiling from ear to ear at this point, her face feeling so, so warm from all of her blushing; her body shook with each bout of laughter Sam’s fingers would send her spiralling into.

‘Now, are you sorry for trying to tickle me?’ Her older sister asked while she scurried her nails up to Tara’s lowest set of ribs, wriggling around right underneath them.

‘Y-YEHEEHEHEHEHEHES!!’ Tara nodded desperately, pushing her arms and legs against the floor as she tried desperately to cope with her sister’s ravenous tickle attack.

The tickling slowed down for the most part as Sam dragged a single finger down Tara’s side, making her twitch and giggle softly. ‘Hmm…you know, I’m not sure if I believe you!’ She said, and suddenly pressed her fingertips against Tara’s hips before drilling into them, scraping her nails against the ticklish spot.

Tara exploded at that, the mostly calm girl immediately began thrashing around desperately to get away from her sister, arching her back while burying her blushing face in her arms.

‘IHAHAHAHAHAAHAH’M SAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHRRY!!!’ Tara pleaded again as tears of laughter pricked in her eyes through all the torment Sam made her endure for just a bit of tickling, looking just about at her breaking point.

Only then did Sam finally get off the girl’s thighs, pulling her shirt back down before standing up off the floor. Tara rolled onto her back and flopped back down to the floor, like a starfish. Tara took in long deep breaths, blinking away her tears as her face finally returned to a normal colour, not a bright burning red.

‘Good, now never try that again!’ Sam smiles happily, turning to leave and right as she was in the kitchen doorway, she heard Tara mumble, ‘..so mean..’

And with that, the tickle monster turned right back around.

‘Oh, I’m mean now, am I?’ Sam said, in a tone Tara also recognised from when she was a kid, meaning that she had fucked up. Sam approached her worn out sister, who tried to scramble back, not getting far before Sam grabbed her right ankle. She pulled Tara’s foot closer, sitting down cross legged on the floor, keeping a tight grip on her ankle as she faced Tara. The girl squeaked and felt her heart nearly stop, curling her toes in a futile attempt to save herself from the tickle monster.

‘Then, why don’t I show you how mean I can be?’ Sam whispered slowly, pinching the tip of Tara’s sock and pulling it off, letting it drop to the floor.

‘nononononono, youdonthavetodothAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT!!’ Tara’s fast, nervous rambling was cut off by Sam scribbling her nails on her arch, letting them scrape and wriggle against the skin.

‘You didn’t think I forgot where you were most ticklish, did I? I mean, you are just one walking tickle spot but your feet always had you screaming!’ Sam grinned widely while Tara thrashed around, a bit more freely this time. She tried to fight back one last time, kicking at Sam with her left foot but that backfired as Sam just grabbed her ankle again. Her big sister quickly got her into an ankle lock, while Tara sat up, a big smile still on her face.

‘Plehehase, you know that’s a b-bad spot!’ Tara begged her, reaching out her hand to Sam.

‘Aw, Tara, sweetie, if your gonna pretend you don’t like this, then you shouldn’t be all smiley and giggly!’ Sam reminded her, instantly making her blush get worse by tenfold. Barely giving her anytime to process, she ripped off Tara’s other sock and scribbled her free hand all over her feet, walking her nails all over then randomly just so Tara had no way of knowing where she’d be going next.

‘I-I DAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!’ Tara tried to lie pitifully but it was hard to be taken seriously when you were a laughing mess.

‘Oh, sure you don’t, little miss giggles! Sure, you always get real squirmy but you never try to get away, you only ran because I told you to.’

Sam called her out as Tara buried her face in her arms, still kicking her legs but her feet wouldn’t budge, save for a few twitched that didn’t get her away from Sam’s fingers. Tears welled up in her eyes again as Sam scribbled at the centre of her soles, not moving to another spot at all. It felt like all the tickles were just building up in one spot, getting worse and worse and worse by the second.

‘FIHAHAHAHAHANE, I LIHHAHAHAAHAHKE IT!! JUHAAHAHAHAST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHPP!!’ The younger flailed her arms all about as tears spilled down her red cheeks, Sam just kept smirking, walking her fingers around Tara’s feet a bit more.

‘I already knew that, but thank you for admitting it! Now, am I mean?’

Sam said with the most shit-eating grin that almost made Tara explode right there, but she still seemed like she could take a little more.

‘NAHAHAHAAH, YOHAHAHAHAUR SAHAHAHAHA NIHAAHAHAHAHAHCE!!’

‘Really? Am I the bestest sister ever in the whole wide world?’

‘YEHEHEHEEHEHEHE, YOHAHAHAHAHAU ARE!!’

San hummed in delight at that, finally removing her fingers from Tara’s death spot and letting her ankles go. Tara caught her breath faster this time, putting her socks back on before Sam changed her mind. The girl began wiping the tears off her cheeks before she felt herself being picked up by Sam. She shuddered a little, but her fears were quickly put to rest as Sam cradled her in one arm, wiping Tara’s tears and brushing her messed up hair into place.

‘Don’t worry, Tara, I’m not gonna tickle you right now, you just seemed pretty tired after that.’ Sam admitted, making Tara smile softly as she clung into Sam.

‘Thank you..’ she mumbled as Sam brought them back to the couch, setting Tara down before sitting right next to her.

‘Just remember, if you try and tickle me again, I will not be that kind.’

Tara blushed and nodded, crossing her ankles. ‘Y-yeah, I weren’t planning on it!’ She smiled a little as she said it, and Sam could see a little bit of mischief in her eyes. Still, she decided not to comment on it.

‘Good, cause we don’t need another little tickle monster running around, I’m more then enough.’ Sam leaned back, as Tara turned to her.

‘Yeah, your a lot more then enough.’

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