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feathers-of-fluff · 7 months ago

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Arms Up

Summary: Mike had begun feeling confident that he’s now able to resist his brother’s tickling better than he could before, and decided to be all smug about it. …But is this true? Steven finds out via a little game they used to play.

this fic is SFW-related. any NSFW blogs are NOT allowed to interact!!

warnings: tickling (if you’re not comfortable with that)!!

enjoy!

“If I have to tell you this again, then I will—it won’t work on me as much anymore, bro!” Mike exclaimed, crossing his arms as he walked to the living room with his brother.

His smug attitude had gotten Steven feeling suspicious of his words, and whether it was true or not, he knew that not everyone randomly stops being ticklish. Despite this, Mike still attempted to convince him.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t easily buy it.

“Sure, feel free to prove it whenever you want… by flailing like a Magikarp once I get close to a real bad spot of yours.” Steven snickers at the memory he mentioned.

The older brother dramatically gasps. “How dare you! I don’t do that anymore either, you doofus!” He replied in a jokingly insulted tone, giving his younger brother a poke on the side.

“Ay! Yohou’re the doofus.” The long-haired man returns the favor.

“I am nohot!”

“Whatever you say, Mikey.”

Once the two came near the soft crimson red couch in front of them, Steven looks down at the brown-haired trainer with a smirk as if he predicted he would begin hesitating, knowing whatever his brother has in store might unveil his lies.

Mike glances at him before lying down, his head now resting on the left arm. “So what’re we doing, exactly?”

“Just a question before we start,” he stares with a hidden mischievous look as he walks over to where Mike’s head laid, “you remember when we were like… young or somethin’, we used to play this game when one of us tells a lie and has to face ‘punishment’ if they don’t admit it?”

The memory was vague, but he did recall the one time when he ate some of Steven’s food from the refrigerator without realizing it belonged to him, and tried to make up a lie after he found out. However, that only resulted in being tickled during a game as said ‘punishment’.

A blush covered Mike’s face as he became embarrassed by the reminiscence, but he quickly shook it off to look determined. “Oh yeah, I think I do. You were soho mean for no reason when I only took a bite of the sandwich that… proobably belonged to you.” He chuckled.

“I was mean for a reason, and you’d know peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were my favorite!” The long-haired man booped his nose.

“No booping! Also, maybe you should’ve thought about putting a label on the bag to keep me reminded.” The short-haired explained, swatting away the finger before Steven booped his nose again just for the laughs.

…Okay, maybe he was right about that. Still shouldn’t have eaten his sandwich, though.

“Enough talk,” the brief sound of cracking fingers emits, “let’s get this started.”

Mike takes a small breath in and out as he prepares himself for the big challenge. If he wants to trick Steven into believing his false words, he’ll have to put in more effort to his plan than normal.

“But first, just in case you forgot; the rules are to keep your arms up for 2 minutes while I tickle you. If you tell the truth, I’ll stop.” Steven explained.

The brown-haired man scoffed. “Easy enough for me. I can take it.”

“There’s a twist, however…”

Mike raises his eyebrow. Since when was there a twist to the game rules?

“This time, you have to hold your laughter in until time runs out. If you fail to do that… well, you‘ll see.” The long-haired chuckled with a playful glint in his eye.

“…O-oh,” the brown-haired stutters. At this point, he regrets expressing his overconfidence.

“Alright, arms up.” Steven told.

Mike nods before raising his arms above his head, waiting for the inevitable as his brother sets the timer on his phone. Once he pushed the Start button, Steven now begins with gentle tickling, tracing shapes on the armpits.

Even though it wasn’t much, the flinching boy could feel giggles bubbling in his chest. Gentle tickles have never failed to make him let out a storm of giggles with a possible side of snorting, and this made it difficult for him to keep a straight face like nothing had any effect.

“What’s with the look on your face? You think even smiling can make you lose?” Steven chuckled, his fingers now scratching. “C’moon, lemme’ see it~!”

Mike’s breath hitched as he struggled to hold in the laughter like keeping a dam from bursting. If only his brother wasn’t so good at seeing through lies would he be able to get revenge without him tickling back.

But not everyone is also given the title of a lying master.

“D’aww~! Too ticklish for you, Mikey?” The long-haired champion teased.

Mike shook his head, his eyes shut tight as he resisted the sensation—he couldn’t let himself show any signs of nearly breaking, but the scribbling fingers had him show a squiggly smile for a split-second before reverting back to the face of desperation. “I think I saw a smile~”

The brown-haired shook his head in disagreement, but quivering movement from his arms say otherwise.

“You’re doing pretty well, Mike. You’ve only got…” He thinks before stopping his tickling to check the ongoing timer, allowing Mike to take the opportunity to catch a few breaths. A faint *click* sounded as the long-haired turned on his phone, watching the screen instantly change from pitch-black. “…One and twenty-two minutes.”

It didn’t sound too bad, but the brown-haired felt unsure if he was going to last that long enough to win, seeing that his brother might have a few tricks up his sleeve. His mouth opens to say something, until…

“Sneak attack!”

Those were the two words he heard before hysterical laughter suddenly came flowing out of his mouth as ticklish shocks went through his nerves. “Wh- EEEYAHahAHaHAHaA-! STEHEVEN, YOhoU *snort* TRihiHICKSTAHAHAHA!”

“‘Trickstah’? Is that a new Pokémon or something? Cause’ I ain’t one.” The long-haired champion snickered, his fingers clawing at his brother’s armpits before moving down to the ribs.

“THaHaT DOhOSEN’T- EYAHAHAHAHAA!” The brown-haired kicked his legs as he cackled, now unable to say anything else other than just laugh. Steven usually doesn’t check the timer because, well, that would give Mike a slight chance of succeeding.

His short-lasting suspicion was seemingly correct, but making an attempt to speak was not what he meant to do. But that’s what Steven probably expected to happen—he waited for him to drop his guard.

The former champion ceases his tickling, letting Mike breathe for a few minutes. “You alright?”

He nods, some leftover giggles still remaining due to the phantom tickles. “Ihi guess nohot everyone cahan be a good liar in one try or two.”

“So, you admit it?” Steven asked, stepping to the front of the couch. His older brother—hesitant on answering—stretches his arms for a second before moving his legs off to leave more room for him to sit.

The room went quiet as the long-haired trainer patiently awaited for a response. Mike wasn’t sure if he should say ‘yes’ or not, but the realization of what he said earlier made him reconsider his choice before he could screw something up again.

“…Yes,” he answers, “but I only lied because I thought pretending to not be ticklish would give me a chance to get you back.”

Oh, so that’s why! From all the times he’s won against his brother in tickle fights, he’s been planning his revenge by putting in effort into resisting his attacks—but alas, he had forgotten about his sneaky tricks that finally cracked him up.

An idea comes to mind when Steven had begun thinking of ways to make up for it as an apology.

“Tell you what,” he began, “I’ll let you have your little revenge for once.”

“Waitwait, huh?!” This caught the brown-haired brother by surprise. Was he actually giving him a chance, or did he hear him wrong? If his hearing wasn’t so good, then maybe so—but he wasn’t expecting this moment to occur.

Steven wheezed at his reaction. “Ihi mean, people sometimes have to be victorious at least once, and I’ve forgotten about that till now. Sorry if I was being unfair, Mikey.”

“No, it’s alright! You were just that good is all—plus, I even almost had you a few times.” He grinned, prodding at his younger brother’s side with his elbow.

“Whoahahaho, hehey! Well, yohohou’ve got mehe now,” he laughs before striking back with a clawed hand to Mike’s stomach, “but that doesn’t mean you’re free to get away without punishment!”

“*snort* SteheHEEvehen, nOhoho!” Mike squealed as he gets caught off guard by the sudden tickling.

“Steven, yeHEhehes-! Ohohoh, noho you dOHOHON’T-!” The feeling of ticklish vibration took over the nerves of his ribs when the brown-haired brother took the chance to strike, causing him to nearly collapse onto the cushions.

Without a second to waste, Mike continues his revenge, digging into his younger brother’s lower ribcage with a victorious grin on his face. “Mwahahahaa!” He evilly laughed. “Gotcha’ now, lil’ bro~!”

“Ahahahalright, ahalrihihight, IHI gihive- MIHIHIKE!” Steven yelped.

The former champion grabs Mike’s arms in an attempt to move his hands away—however, this resulted in leaving his underarms unprotected for him to go for next.

Noticing this, the brown haired smirked, letting Steven do his thing as if he listened to his pleas before swiftly lunging his hands at the underarms the second he let go to begin scribbling. “You give? Oh, but Steven, I’ve only just started~!”

The long-haired threw his head back as he howled with laughter, slowly becoming incapable of saying any more begs. It almost seemed like his skills were brought over to Mike, because he was surprisingly good at this already!

…Or perhaps it’s just his mischievous side finally showing itself once he decided to let him tickle him as an apology.

Actually, at this point, it’s more than just an apology gift.

It’s a gift of brotherly love—letting Mike get his deserved revenge made things a bit more fair for him. Steven didn’t really see how playful he could be anyway.

The ticklish sensation comes to a halt as Mike stopped to let his taller brother breathe for air, thinking he’s had enough for now. Steven hugs his own sides while his residual giggling took the time to eventually stop.

“You okay, Steven? I must’ve gotten you real good.” Mike asked, chuckling before helping Steven back up from the cushions.

“Mhm. I ain’t dead.” He nods, ensuring him that he didn’t go overboard. “Didn’t expect you to go all out though.”

“You should’ve, because when I see an opportunity, I take it and don’t hold back on it! Kinda like what happened with me and Gold,” the short-haired explains.

The long-haired could only imagine whatever sneaky surprises he pulled on Gold that day, but they’d be somewhat embarrassing to think about due to Mike having to be so teasy.

“..Sooo, wanna watch some TV?” His thoughts were interrupted once Mike spoke as he grabbed the remote that was next to the lamp and his phone on the tall stool table.

Steven moves back up from the cushions. “Sure, but I’m choosing what we’re watching since you still lost the game.”

Mike’s face went from nothing but a blank expression to a flabbergasted look upon hearing those words, his head slowly turning to the former champion before exclaiming: “You never mentioned anything about that!”

The long-haired wheezes at the reaction before reaching for the held remote. But Mike moves it farther enough to where he couldn’t snatch it whilst complaining about his suspected lie.

“I can’t believe you have the gall to say that you’re choosing what to watch after I lose, even though you said I’d be punished if I didn’t tell the truth!”

“Ihihi’m sohorry, buhut we’ve both had enough tickles for today! I promise I’ll give it back, though!”

Mike takes a moment to think about what he said before coming to his decision. “…I guess I’ll believe you. We do need a small break anyway,” he says, giving the remote to the former champion.

With a push on the red power button, the TV turned on. Steven begins going through different sorts of channels to find the one he’s looking for with the old shows while his arm was put around Mike, who—with a mischievous smile—looked like he was gonna be getting it back one way or another.

Brothers will be brothers, like always.

End

#fnf tickling #a ticklish lullaby #tickle fic #sfw tickle fic #switch!mike #switch!steven #OH MY GOD I STOPPED PROCRASTINATING

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lopsicle · 9 months ago

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New Sensations

TickleTober Day 7, Fidget:

Summary: Peridot ends up accidentally tickling Lapis and doesn’t understand why she’s laughing. Lapis shows her.

Characters: Switch! Peridot, Switch! Lapis

Warnings: None, just a tickle fic!

Peridot was a very expressive person. Temperamental, aggressive, egotistical, always so sure of herself and confident even when she had no place to be. It didn’t seem like pairing her up with Lapis, much less having the two live together would end of anything short of disastrous. But it worked. Despite Lapis being reserved, blunt and forceful, Perdiot’s invasive nature revealed the better parts of the two of them, the desire for healthy connection, a love for the new world around them; Peridot showed Lapis that their was more to life than just living. Lapis too saw past Peridot’s initial impressions to recognise her as the passionate, supportive determined gem that she was, leaving the two as a beautiful dichotomy of blue and green.

Lapis picked up on some of Peridot’s more smaller quirks as well. Her tendency to go non-verbal when she was upset, the excited tone in her voice whenever she got the chance to explain something and, most adorably, the way she moved. Lapis could practically feel the joy in Peridot emanating from her movements, she was hyper, frantic, unable to sit still most of the time. Peridot often talked with her hands, though Lapis noted that she always had to be doing something with her hands, rubbing them together, holding them behind her back, she couldn’t just sit still.

Lapis noticed it now, when the two were sitting on their shared balcony on the barn, when the sky was a blackberry colour and the air was frigid and cool. She’d all but zoned out, the static noise from the TV (Camp Pining Hearts as usual) being the only thing keeping her awake and providing a dim glow of the couch. Peridot was sitting cross legged, intrigue spilling from her eyes, whereas Lapis had slumped over on the couch, lazily following along. Her real interest laid on Peridot, while her body was mostly still, Lapis took note of the way her legs shook whenever something excited happened and the way her fingers was wriggling and flexing about, itching for something to do. Wordlessly, she placed her hand in Peridot’s lap, to which she looked down at it, confused.

“You know, if you want something to mess around with, and stuff,” Lapis explained bashfully, but snuck a glance at Peridot’s face, overwhelmed by her smile, who seemed to take this as a big deal. Willingly relinquishing her control didn’t seem like something Lapis would do for just anyone, it made Peridot feel special. Special to her.

“Thanks!” She tried to keep it casual though, gently taking Lapis’ hand in her own, starting to play about with her fingers. It felt oddly relaxing, the feeling of her fingers being pulled apart and scrunched back up, or Peridot’s fingertips rubbing her knuckles. She flipped Lapis’ hand around so that it was bottoms up before starting to trace the lines in her palms, over and over again, Peridot probably liked how soft her skin felt there.

Lapis’ face twisted slightly as she thought the urge to smile, nonchalantly covering her mouth with her hand. Up until now, Peridot’s touch felt dull, but nice given how warm her hands were compared to Lapis’ freezing ones. But something about how she was so gently tracing her fingers against Lapis’ palms was already threatening to make her crack up, the tingly feeling already coursing through her arm.

She managed to keep her composure, for a bit at least, though Peridot’s fingers remained steadfast. She started tracing against Lapis’ fingers like how one would doodle in a sketchbook, drawing little shapes and patterns, zig-zags, squares, circles. Lapis decided it was much, much worse to know where Peridot’s fingers would go next as opposed to not knowing, knowing she’d just have to sit there and take it.

Well, she could just pull her hand back but how could she disappoint Peri like that? Plus, this wasn’t totally awful…

Lapis’ breaking point was when Peri starting using her nails, starting to draw bumps between her palm lines. She couldn’t help but crack up, starting to cackle as she figured to just let her hand slip down from her mouth, showing off a rare smile of hers.

“Lapis, you do know this part of the show isn’t meant to be funny, right?” Peridot asked, tilting her head in a perplexed fashion at Lapis’ outburst.

“Yohohur tickling mehe,” she informed her, though that did nothing to help Peridot, who slowly blinked at her.

“What’s ‘tickling’?” Peridot sounded out the word carefully, all she was doing was touching Lapis’ hand, how could this be different from any other forms of touch?

“I-It’s whehen you tohohuch someone and it mahahkes them laugh,” Lapis offered, she’d only learned about it through Steven who didn’t know more than that himself, so she wasn’t really sure how to explain.

“How could touching someone make them laugh?” Peridot asked, dissatisfied. Like most things relating to touch, this ‘tickling’ thing eluded her. Though, at that innocent enough question, a little idea sparked in Lapis’ head on now she could help Peridot understand this.

“Here, why don’t I show you?” Peridot considered this for a moment before giving Lapis a slow nod in confirmation, and was promptly hoisted into Lapis’ lap. She curled up comfortably, being much shorter than the other gem. Her head was tilted upwards to look at Lapis, confused but content.

“I’ll go slow, okay?” Lapis noted, knowing that Peridot wasn’t the most touchy person. Delicately, she placed her hand on Peridot’s stomach before shallowly kneading her fingers against her skin. Peridot felt her body grow ridged and tighten up, her breath getting caught up in her throat, suddenly feeling a compulsive need to both cling to Lapis’ hand whilst simultaneously batting it away.

“W-whahaht is thiiihihis?!” Peridot squealed, her still body starting to come to life, wiggling and flailing about in Lapis’ lap. Lapis secured one arm around Peridot’s waistline to prevent her from tumbling down onto the floor.

“Tickling,” she offered simply, digging in her fingers a little deeper which earned a ton more cute snickers from Peridot.

“It’s-ihiht’s like pahahahain, but nice!” Peridot decided, still trying to wrap her head around the whole thing, Lapis being so light at least allowed her to think. She didn’t want to get away, but it was as if her body had developed a mind of its own, one that oh so desperately wanted this to stop.

“You like it, huh?” Lapis noted, starting to grow a little more bold at that information, starting to squeeze around Peridot’s hip and the bottom of her side with the hand wrapped around her waist.

“Pfft-bahahahaha, yeahahah, dohohohon’t yohohohou?!” Peridot screeched, all her little giggles and squeaks being squeezed out of her, softy pounding her feet against Lapis’ thighs. Lapis blushed lightly and averted her gaze at the question, focusing instead on squeezing up and down Peridot’s sides.

“This isn’t about me,” she decided, not technically lying. Peridot was squirming like a fussy child, shifting and tossing and turning; it felt good to do that, like she was letting go of all the excess energy she still had in her body, resulting in a frantic relaxation.

“M-my sihihihihdes are sohoHOHO bad!” Peridot squealed, coiling her arms around her face to try and hide the bright blush that was appearing for whatever or reason.

“Oh, really?” Lapis asked, fully slipping back into confidence as she began digging her thumbs deep into Peridot’s sides, travelling up and down the pudgy skin. Lapis made sure to give special attention to her lower ribs, plucking and squeezing at them.

“OHOHO CLOHOHOD, LAHAHAPIS, WHYHYHY?!” Peridot screamed, mouth opened up wider than she thought was possible as bleating laughter joyfully, uncontrollably poured out of her mouth, like she was overflowing with ticklishness.

“Just, let me know when your ready for this to stop, okay?” Lapis asked attentively, a little worried about how much of this Peridot could handle, especially since this was her first time. Peridot barely lasted a few more moments before her grip on Lapis’ dress tightened, kicking her feet all around in the air.

“PLEAHAHAHASE STOHOHOHOP!!” Peridot choked out through her laughter, to which the tickling ceased almost immediately. Though Lapis’ touch didn’t leave her just yet, tenderly rubbing up and down the gem’s sides to brush away any lingering tickles while Peridot caught her breath.

“There there, it’s all over,” Lapis comforted her dutifully, much to Peridot’s appreciation though it did make that little blush of hers worse.

“Thanks, uh, that was really informative and..” Clod, why was it so hard to say she just enjoyed this stupid thing? “enjoyable, so thank you, for that.” Peridot voiced, looking away shyly.

“It’s no problem,” Lapis smiled at her, her hands leaving Perdiot’s side finally, leaving the gem sitting in her lap. Peridot shifted about, the shorter gem sitting up on her knees to be at eye level with Lapis, something ecstatic evident in her expression.

“So, your also ticklish, huh?” Peridot asked, for some reason finding it easier to talk about someone else’s…sensitivity rather than her own. Lapis, on the other hand, did not, a little stunted before she nodded slowly.

“Would you let me tickle you then?” Peridot asked with zero tact, her openness about this subject just worked to fluster Lapis even more, who couldn’t really deny that she would want that.

“Just uh, keep this between us, please,” Lapis asked coarsely, not willing to explain right now that liking tickling was a bit more than embarrassing for her.

“Whatever you say!” Peridot agreed immediately, not thinking to question it. She thought for a moment, both her and Lapis could be a bit iffy about touch sometimes, so she started by just hovering her fingers next to Lapis’ armpits, unknowingly instilling a terrible sense of anticipation in the poor gem. Suddenly, she snuck her hands beneath Lapis’ armpits, wiggling about four fingers against each one.

“Ahaha-hahahahaha!!” Lapis’ laughter came out a little hoarse and awkward, she wasn’t used to laughing so much, though Peridot was being lovingly gentle, making it easy to give into the sensations.

“Wow, Lapis, I didn’t expect someone as strong as you to be this ticklish!” Peridot praised her, wearing a blissful, happy expression, as opposed to Lapis’ timid giggling.

“Thahahahnks, I thihihink,” Lapis responded though the appreciation in her tone was obvious. Lapis’ arms clamped down to her sides, causing Peridot to wiggle her fingers free, deciding to focus on Lapis’ stomach. Her nails scribbled against the soft fabric of her dress, sometimes going in circles, other times just randomly skittering her fingers all about her torso.

“Nohohohohoho!” With her arms now free, Lapis buried her face in her hands and pounded her feet against the floor, occasionally wiggling around or jutting sharply whenever Peridot switched spots.

“I see why you seemed to enjoy uh, tickling me Lapis, this stuff is really fun, we should do it more!” Peridot babbled out, even though she wasn’t trying to tease Lapis, she was doing an impressive job at it, blots of dark blue covering her cheeks.

“I-ihihihf you wahahahant to..” Lapis offered meekly, though Peridot knew that she wasn’t the type to do something to appease other, she must really want this.

“Thanks!” Peridot cooed appreciatively, starting to get a little more experimentative, Lapis had been solely tickling her upper body before, and Peridot, ever the completionist, wanted to test out some other spots. She started off with her upper thighs, tracing her fingers down there from Lapis’ tummy as to not catch her off guard, before kneading her fingertips into her thighs.

“Eeeek!!” Lapis started bucking around even more, Peridot hopped off of her lap to allow her to squirm, going back to sitting cross legged next to her. Lapis brought her hand to her face, gently biting down on it to muffle her loud squeaking, which Perdiot found pretty cute. Scientifically speaking, of course.

“Wow, are everyone’s legs this ticklish or is it just you?” Peridot asked earnestly, only fuelling Lapis’ embarrassment, who flailed her legs about in the air a little harder.

“I-I dohohohn’t kn-eeeep!!” Lapis squealed as Peridot pinched the underside of her knee, all her thrashing about had left her pretty exposed. She tried to correct that, tucking her legs in closer, though this just allowed Peridot to keep on scribbling against her thighs for a little while, still trying to gauze Lapis’ sensitivity, and how comfortable she was. She was blushing, but that wasn’t necessarily bad, and she was actively bringing her legs closer to Peridot…this was alright, Peridot concluded. Still, when she ended up tucking Lapis’ ankles together beneath her arm, she made sure to pause and turn back to her to make sure that wasn’t taking it too far. Lapis still made no attempt to stop Peridot, who at this point was able to guess that she was enjoying this. Neither of them were prepared for the gem’s reaction once Peridot started crawling her nails around Lapis’ sole.

“PFFT-HAHAHAHAHA, PEHEHEHRIDOT!!” Lapis screamed with laughter, twisting about on the couch, getting more squirmy than ever before. Not even her hands could muffle her laughter, which dazed Peridot slightly, a little blush coming onto her face. She never expected a reaction like this from Lapis of all people, but she was definitely pleased with the result.

“Wow, I found a real bad spot, huh?” Peridot noted, before deciding to stop, not wanting to tucker out Lapis too much. Lapis huffed tiredly, leaning against the couch, and Peridot, for support with her legs tucked tightly to her chest. Lazily, she tried to fix her messy hair, which had gotten wrecked from all her squirming. Peridot helped.

“Yeah, I didn’t even know I was that, uh, ticklish.” She quietened down on that last word, mumbling it into Peri’s shoulder. Peridot relaxed against the couch, tenderly looking at her drained companion.

“Well, you took it like a real gem! Thanks for helping me understand that tickling stuff, Lapis!” She smiled, to which Lapis returned it.

“Your welcome and thank you for, uh, you know, being so cool about it.” Lapis forced out. Peridot deserved to know, to be appreciated.

“Yeah, well I am pretty great,” Peridot smirked, placing a hand to her chest, “your welcome.”

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #sfw tickle #tickletober #tickletober 2024 #augtickletober2024 #steven universe tickle #lee peridot #lee lapis #ler peridot #ler lapis #switch peridot #switch lapis #had a ton of fun writing these two goobers

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