#tickletober2023

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

[tickletober]

#augtickletober2023 is here!

Hello everybody, and welcome back to Tickletober!!

As per the poll I held earlier this year on @august-anon, 2023's list is releasing in July this year! Hopefully this gives you guys some more time to plan and prepare for October!

This list is open to anyone and everyone who wants to use it. Do as many or as few days as you'd like, mix and match, do them out of order, substitute another tickletober prompt list alongside it, whatever you wanna do!! And, of course, please interpret the prompts however you want, whatever way works for you!

Come October, I'd love to see all of your creations! I'm sure there will be other lists floating around, there's usually at least a few, so to keep things organized, please tag your works under #augtickletober2023 so that I can find them and reblog them. I'll be going through the tag throughout October to see what you all have been creating!

Have fun everyone!!!

[fluffyskies]

Tickletober day 5: "I'm not ticklish"

I'm using this prompt list! Link

Excuse the laziness as I did not draw the other half of monoma :>

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 12 - Wolf

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette x Wriothesley

It was still a mystery to him. Of all things, of all people, why was he the one to arouse his curiosity, to lure his attention? Neuvillette pondered, intensely staring at the man sleeping next to him. Just like the rest of his emotions, the nature of the feeling burning inside his chest was still a mystery to him.

“You…” The Iudex of Fontaine muttered, nearly whispered, as he sat up in the bed, reaching a hand out to Wriothesley - who he believed was still in a deep slumber - and gently combed his cheeks.

However, behind those closed eyes, the duke was already long awake. Just like Neuvillette, he was curious about the chief of Justice and, so, decided to pretend to be asleep, intrigued to what his partner would do.

Moving his hand up to Wriothesley’s hair and tousling it lightly, the duke could hear a faint chuckle coming from Neuvillette. “...why do you look like a wolf?”

“A wolf?” Wriothesley repeated inside his head, putting up his best efforts to not frown or show any reaction to the other’s words.

“Strong… fierce… sometimes dangerous,” Neuvillette continued, toying with Wriothesley as he wished. He lowered his hand, stroking the man’s cheeks before gently rubbing his thumb over Wriothesley’s lips, pushing the lower one down a bit. “Well, maybe not at your features resemble a wolf…” He chuckled softly.

What was he up to? Wriothesley couldn’t help but feel a little off about such comparison, should he take those comments as a compliment? Was that Neuvillette’s way to sweet talk?

Before he could let his train of thought run any further, a bothersome feeling made room inside his head. A gentle, light, almost fluttering, tinglish sensation against his neck started to put his whole act into risk. Oh archons.

His eyebrows’ slight twitch didn’t go past Neuvillette unnoticed. The Iudex continued to stroke the sides of Wriothesley’s neck with one finger, smiling fondly at him. “But wolves usually live in packs… Could you be the lone one? Maybe looking to form a pack of your own?”

If he wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Wriothesley would probably tell him to cut these silly and senseless comparisons. The tickling was becoming a little harder to ignore when Neuvillette’s free hand joined the action, but targeting his lower sides as the judge pulled the duke into a hug.

“N-Neheuvillette…” Wriothesley giggled tiredly, trying to look up to the other’s face and escape his ticklish embrace at the same time. “Whahat are y-yohou dohohoing?”

“Good morning, Wriothesley,” the judge muttered softly, stopping the tickling on his neck to hold him by his face, but digging a little harder against his side in exchange. “Have you slept well?”

“Y-yehes, but- ahAHah, wait!” With his laughter growing a little more frantic and louder, the duke couldn’t help but try to pry Neuvillette’s hands off his body. “I-ihihit tihihickles!”

“I know it does,” Neuvillette added, making the duke question if that was some sort of tease or an actual answer to his statement. “But this seems to be the only thing that could break through your acting, wolf.”

As the final piece came to complete the puzzle, Wriothesley realized his mistake. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to fool the judge, after all, and now, just like any other criminal, he had yet to face the consequences of his act. 

A/N: This is the first time I wrote for this pairing and I'm still a little nervous if I got them right because of how little time to research them I had huehuhue

But I hope you guys could still enjoy it despite my ooc writing. See you tomorrow ~

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day 30: Caught

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

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Chuuya x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Dazai

Ler: Chuuya

Warnings: Tickles!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ticklygiggles]

Tickletober Day 1 - Trap

Ft. BokuAkaKuro

A/N: First day of tickletober time passes by too fast and I'm so not ready, but I hope you guys enjoy this one!

Nervous laughter poured out of him as they ran around the house, Kuroo and Akaashi hot behind him. Their little tickle war had gotten a little extreme. Bokuto had wrecked Kuroo and Akaashi until there were tears of laughter in their eyes, but neither of them had been able to grab Bokuto to tickle him back so, in a desperate attempt to stop the menace that Bokuto had become, both decided to join forces and thus the great chase began. 

The three of them ran around the house like madmen, Bokuto laughing as he tried to escape from his lovers, but it was difficult: the space was small and two against one was simply unfair. He tripped many times, and every time he would hear soft gasps from being him, Kuroo and Akaashi worrying that he might get hurt, but they kept chasing after him, regardless.

"Keheheiji!" Bokuto squeaked out a laugh when he felt Akaashi's fingers brushing his back, almost catching him. "This is unfahair!" He said, but he only heard Akaashi chuckling behind him. 

Bokuto quickly ran towards the couch, using it as a shield. He tried to trick Akaashi into thinking he was going left and when Akaashi moved to follow him, he quickly went right, but Akaashi was very agile and changed directions easily, making Bokuto squeal with laughter. 

"H-Hehey! Why ahare you chasing me?! I didn't do anything wrong! I just- aaah!"

Akaashi suddenly jumped into the couch, and as Bokuto was turning around to start running again, a single thought crossed his mind: 

Where the hell was Kuroo?! 

"Gotcha!" 

"Aaack!" 

Bokuto was startled when he suddenly was clashing against Kuroo's body. Kuroo's arms quickly embraced him tightly. It was a trap! Akaashi was cornering him so Kuroo could catch him! 

"Unfair!" He shrieked with a big smile as Kuroo hugged him tighter. "Teeeetsuuu," he whined, squirming like a fish out of water. "Lehet go! This is unfair! You two against me is- n-no!"

He was easily wrestled and pinned to the carpet, Kuroo pulling Bokuto's hands under his knees and Akaashi straddling his hips. Bokuto was grinning widely. 

He was naturally a giver, so being under the playful attention from his lovers, he really was having a good time, but what fun was it if he didn't put up a fight?

He tried to squirm and he pulled at his arms, but he certainly was tightly pinned and when Akaashi's fingers finally descended to his sides, he couldn't do much more to free himself. 

"K-Keheheijihi!" He giggled softly, jerking and shivering as he felt Akaashi's gentle fingers tickling him. "It tihickles!"

Bokuto was not very ticklish. The tickles at his sides did make him chuckle, but he soon grew used to it. Akaashi's fingers moving up to his armpits had him giggling brightly, scrunching his nose up at the funny sensations, but the three of them knew exactly where to tickle him to get the best reactions. 

"Haah! KehehEIJI, NOHOHO!"

His loud, boisterous laughter was finally free the moment Akaashi's hands sneaked under his shirt and started kneading at his tummy. Bokuto arched his back, nearly throwing Akaashi off him. His cackles filled their whole home and both Kuroo and Akaashi giggled. 

"What do you have there, Koutarou?" Kuroo teased him. "What's under your shirt that's making you laugh so much?"

Bokuto shook his head laughing wholeheartedly and shrieking when Akaashi clawed the middle of his belly, right around his belly button. 

"Do you think he's hiding something under his shirt, Tetsu-san? I wonder what it is," Akaashi teased too and Bokuto felt his cheeks getting hot. He was starting to cry as his laughter made his body shake. 

Bokuto was really not the ticklish type, but his stomach was a very bad spot- if not the weakest, on him. He knew the only way he could make Akaashi stop was giving up, but he could handle a little tickling. 

“Try his thighs.”

“NOHOHO!”

“Right here?”

Well… maybe he couldn’t handle it? 

Both Kuroo and Akaashi laughed when Bokuto let out the loudest shriek yet as Akaashi’s fingers buried between his legs and squeezes the soft skin there. He found himself howling with laughter and trying to kick his legs, but Akaashi had taken a seat on his knees, pinning his legs as he kept tickling that spot mercilessly. 

Bokuto shivered all over, overwhelmed by the sensation he was so not used to. He wanted to get his hands out from under Kuroo's knees, and he also wanted to get Akaashi off of his legs, but he could only focus on the sensation that made him laugh uncontrollably and his brain feel like mush.

"WAHAHAHAIT!" He cried between laughter, his cheeks red. "Ah! N-Nohoho," he jumped when Kuroo tickled his tummy too, hands squeezing the muscles near his sides. "TEHEHETSU! OKAHAHAY! TRUHUHUCE!" 

The tickling stopped immediately and he was left giggling brightly as he tried to catch his breath and brush off the phantom tickles on his tummy and inner thighs. 

"Do you give up, Kou?" Kuroo asked with a wide, teasy grin. Bokuto looked up at him, smiling brightly and then he looked at Akaashi before grabbing him and wrestling him down. 

"Not yet," Bokuto said, grinning as his thumbs pressed against Akaashi's hips, making him howl with laughter. 

"TEHEHEHSU-SAHAHAHAN! HEHEHELP!" 

Bokuto giggled, trying to fight Kuroo's hands going for his belly while still tickling one of Akaashi's hips, but soon Kuroo and Bokuto were engaged in a wrestling match for a few second before Bokuto's laugh ringed around the house all over again. 

It seemed like their intense little war would continue for a while longer.

[lopsicle]

Catching Up

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Characters: Lee! Blitzø, Ler! Fizz (Can be seen as romantic or platonic, I love BlitzFizz)

Summary: As Blitz and Fizzaroli make up for lost time, Fizz discovers something he didn’t know about his former friend.

Tickletober day 2: Accidental

Warnings: Tickle Fic, innuendos.

Life had never been the same for Blitz and Fizzaroli since their second meeting in the Greed Ring. Sure, they’d reconciled their main issues and managed to air out some of the miscommunication forced onto them in their adolescence, but it had still been a decade and a half since they even just had a regular conversation. It was going to take a lot of work and effort to maintain that friendship, but that was work Blitz was willing to do. He couldn’t lose Fizz a second time.

Sometimes, Blitz would hang out backstage at Ozzie’s, listening to the clown perform his bits to the crowd, hyping him up whenever he had the chance. Sometimes that happened at Mammon’s, but it was rare Blitz would be allowed back there, much less without freaking out about being in the same room as a rockstar he admired from before he was even an adult. Fizz would even pop around to I.M.P sometimes, just his presence there was enough to drive up business so he had a warm welcome.

Though, their favourite thing to do was to just be with each other. It didn’t matter where, they usually preferred privacy but the two were neither careful or shameful, being able to do their business wherever. The pair of scarred imps could go on for hours and hours about whatever came into their mind, it was like they had a years long back log of all the things they wanted to talk about locked up in their brain, but never had the right person to say it too. They were just two sides of the same coin, better together.

One day, the two ended up in the privacy of Blitz’s room, which he (mostly) cleaned up for his guest. They’d both made themselves comfortable, Blitz laying down on his bed, sprawled out with her legs hanging over the edge, and Fizzaroli sitting over on the window sill, switching his face between the lacklustre view of Imp city, and his host.

‘Hey, how much can you feel?’

Fizzaroli’s eyes glanced over back to Blitz at his casual question, tilting his body to face him as he did so.

‘Like, emotionally?’

The clown tilted his head almost unassumingly, to which Blitz threw a nearby pillow at him.

‘Yeah, of course I mean emotionally-of course not, dipshit, of course I meant physically! You know, metal limbs and all,’

He huffed playfully, crossing him arms to which Fizz just chuckled, amused at his frustration.

‘Well, I can feel with my nose just fine! And my insides are…rigged with sensitivity, just ask Ozzie!’

‘I am not asking that feather covered, sparkly whore about how he fucks you.’

Fizz just laughed even harder at that, kicking his legs a little as he hopped off his self made perch, standing closer to Blitz.

‘Ahand, I can new sensors in my fingertips, Ozzy developed them himself to make things more…captivating.’

Blitz rolled his eyes and made a face, maybe a little out of jealousy, but there wasn’t much ill will behind it.

‘So now I can actually feel with them again! You have no idea how much I missed petting animals! And fucking with people, that’s great too!’

He ran his fingertips over Blitz’s still stretched out torso to make his point, to which the imp fucking squealed and curled up in on himself. Fizz tilted his head, sitting by Blitz with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

‘No fuckin’ way your ticklish! How did you hide this from me?!’

He asked excitedly, to which the imp blushed a little, trying to scramble backwards on the bed on his palms but he was quickly scooped up by his friend’s mechanical limbs and pulled closer.

‘Okay, it’s not that big of a deal this I’m ticklish! You don’t have to make such a big deal out of this, you knahaahhahw!’

The demon’s protests were cut off by a couple sharp scratches to his ribs, with a very eager Fizz now positioning himself on Blitz’s hips.

‘Oh, don’t you try and weasel your way out of this one! We’ve got, what, fifteen years of laughter to catch up on, and I’ve never heard you laugh like this!’

As much as Blitz wanted to remain tough and stoic on the outside, it was hard to do that while giggling, much less from your childhood best friend/crush tickling you. He couldn’t deny that the attention felt nice, not in a dirty way, he never expected to really…feel Fizz again due to his body being broken so it was a pleasant surprise. The tickling was just a bonus, though he weakly struggled against Fizz’s body to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying it too much. Though, Fizz saw right through him.

‘Oh, come on now, Blitzy, I’ve seen what your capable of, you could push me off you with ease if you wanted but you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

Blitz’s blushing situation went from bad to worse as he shook his head from side to side, he’d normally try and hide his enjoyment under some snarky remark but it was hard to think of one while your sides were being squeezed and tickled. So he just resorted to this.

‘Fuhahahahack you!’

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Fizz chuckled to himself a little, allowing his nimble, dexterous fingers to skitter all over Blitz’s torso. ‘That’s alright, Blitz, you know I don’t just people, kinky or not, but there is no way I am not being in on this! You don’t know how fun this is me!’

Fizz gushed, pulling his hands away as he looked up at his friend excitedly. While Blitz may have rejected an offer like this from basically anyone a month or two ago, Fizz had softened him up in terms of accepting…anything really from others, plus it was a nice bonus that Fizz seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

‘…would you wanna continue right now then?’

‘Oh, with pleasure!’

[silvlee-shepherd]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Massage turned to tickles 👌

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 3 - Cuddles

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not sure how many of you know “Batman: Wayne Familly Adventures��� but to everyone that doesn’t know it. YOUR MISSING OUT ON AN ACTUAL MASTERPIECE. Honestly I found out about it not long ago and my heart just melted 🫠. This WEBTOON is everything I wanted Bruce to be for those kids and more!! I sincerely recommend it to everyone even if you don’t really know the DC universe. (Every character has a short introduction that explains everything you need to know) Honestly if you love found family trope or fluff or anything… READ IT !! The second chapter perfectly lays out the vibe of the comic so you don’t have to go far to see if you’ll like it.

After this long introduction (I tried to keep it short I really did 😅) Happy TkTober to everyone!! 💜 (And read the comic or I’m gonna go Duolingo on you and break into your homes🗡️😈)

[fickle-tiction]

Accidental

In keeping with tradition, here is a random Tickletober fic that is several days late.

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A groan slipped past Bruce's lips as Clark trailed a line of hot open mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. Fingers tangled in the thick curls, he encouraged Clark to come back up to his mouth with a gentle tug.

Clark smiled into the kiss when Bruce made a soft contented sound, his own hands coming up to cup Bruce's face. He broke away from the kiss, laughing breathlessly at the small annoyed huff from Bruce, and tilted Bruce's head to the side to continue his exploration.

Bruce failed to stifle a moan when Clark started on the side of his neck, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. His breath hitched when he felt a quick graze of teeth, the hands on the sides of his face preventing him from flinching backwards.

"You like that?" Clark whispered, licking a small strip of skin and chasing it with another nip.

Bruce hissed through his teeth, his hand tightening in Clark's curls. "Yes."

Clark continued on his path, littering a trail of kisses across Bruce's collarbone before continuing up the other side of his neck. He changed tactics on this side, sucking a small mark into the dip where the shoulder and neck met. He pulled away when Bruce sucked in a shocked breath that, on anyone else that didn't have a stash of kyrptonite in their home, he would have called a squeal.

"What was that?" Clark asked, eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in the light pink dusting Bruce's cheeks.

Bruce was gnawing on his lip to try and fight off a smile, and stubbornly resisting the urge to rub his hands on his neck to chase away the tickly feeling. "I...may be...a little ticklish." He admitted, taking a step back when Clark's entire face lit up.

"Oh, I am so going to explore that." He crowded further into Bruce's personal space, laughing at the alarmed look on his face. "Later." He promised, looping an arm around Bruce's waist so he couldn't back away any farther. "We have more important things to attend to right now."

And if he happened to spend more time peppering kisses on Bruce's neck than he normally would--well--who could really blame him?

[cantwritethetword]

Music to my Ears

(+ Tickletober2023 Day 15: Cackle)

Fic Descript: Eddie hears Steve's proper laugh for the first time and becomes OBSESSED with hearing it again. Luckily, Eddie has a way to make that happen.

~A/N  - This is my first ever Steddie fic, and I haven't actually got up to Eddie in stranger things😅 but the amount of fics I've read (mostly nhasablogg cause their fics are fucking GOLDEN) makes me think i've got a decent understanding of the guy. lemme know if I completely fuck up his character tho lmao.

Hope this is alright, and hope the start of 2024 has been kind to you all <3

EDIT: This was also meant to be tickletober2023 but I'm adding it in now

- Enoy! ~

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Fighting demonic entities from another dimension is certainly one way to bring people together.

Steve and Eddie certainly didn't have had the most typical start to their friendship, so the pair were more than happy to slide back into a more regular young adult friendship experience once everything had calmed down.

But, the less crazy shit the two experienced, the more Eddie noticed Steve's little quirks that his brain couldn't help but fixate on. Nothing that necessarily bothered him, just weird things that most people probably didn't realise about Steve.

One of those weird things was his laugh. Or, rather, his lack of proper laughter.

Any time someone cracked a stupid joke, or something funny happened in the movie they were watching, Steve would bow his head and let out a few near-silent snickers, before lifting his gaze again with a slightly-too-perfect grin.

The first time it happened, Eddie put it down to nerves. Steve wasn't quite used to hanging out with Eddie's bandmates yet, so of course he would be more reserved than usual.

But it happened again, and again, and again. And the less people that were around, the more confused Eddie became. It was almost like Steve was consciously stopping himself from laughing aloud.

From that point forward, Eddie made it his mission to make Steve laugh. He'd poke fun at Dustin, goof around with his guitar, and add even more dramatic effects to his DnD games. But nothing seemed to crack Harrington.

That was until they were alone.

The pair had been lounging on Eddie's bed, talking back and forth about whatever TV show they had just finished. Eddie had made some stupid joke under his breath, not thinking anything of it. It was nothing out of the ordinary, and had no intent other than maybe getting Steve to roll his eyes.

But with the relaxed atmosphere of Eddie's bedroom, Steve's guard was so far down he didn't have time to pull it back up, and it was almost like the laughter started before either of them realised.

It was high pitched, only a level or two below squeaky, and certainly didn't fit Eddie's old image of 'Douchebag Steve'. The giggles were bright, clear but still bunched together. It came out in a stream for only a few seconds before both men locked eyes with surprise on their faces.

Eddie was entranced. It wasn't a particularly special sounding laugh, but it was coming from Steve. It was Steve's actual real laugh.

The man in question went red, and started stuttering out a "Where were we?" in an attempt to switch the conversation back.

Though Eddie allowed Steve the free pass, and carried the conversation back to Twin Peaks. But his brain kept ticking. Would Steve let that happen again? How could Eddie get him comfortable enough to laugh like that? How could Eddie even make him laugh enough to spill?

Steve was, by now, fully under the impression he had gotten away with it, but Eddie - the meddling kid - was far from ready to let it go.

As the conversation fell to a comfortable lull, Eddie spoke.

"You know, you should laugh like that more often."

Steve completely bluescreened. "Uh- I- What do you mean?"

Eddie sat upright. "Your normal laugh is so... quiet. Just then it felt like you really let go. I liked it."

"No I didn't." Steve's eyes fell to the bedsheets, out of Eddie's gaze. "My normal laugh is my only laugh, I don't have a different laugh."

Eddie chuckled, moving closer and almost looming over Steve. "You really don't want to start this fight with me, I know what I heard."

Still maintaining direct eye contact with the bed, Steve rubbed the back of his neck. "There's no fight to be had, I didn't laugh any differently. You can't prove it."

Oh that did it. Those three words struck a chord with the resident musician, and everything clicked into place in his mind.

"I can't prove it, huh?" Eddie smirked. "I think that's where you're wrong, Harrington."

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Eddie launched his fingers onto Steve's ribs and began vibrating his fingertips against the bones.

Steve let out a strangled gasp and tensed up, half-choked grunts squeezing through his sealed lips as his hands fought to pry Eddie's off him.

"Come on Harrington, just lemme hear you laugh." Eddie teased with a wink.

"ED-EDDIE- PL-PLEASE-!" Steve groaned through gritted teeth, snickers beginning to break through his resolve as he gripped Eddie's wrists rigidly.

Almost there Eddie thought to himself. "Just let it happen Stevie."

And happen it did.

It all became just a little too much for Steve's nervous system to handle, and those adorable squeaky giggles Eddie was looking for flooded the room. Steve's hands lost their strength, and his arms crossed weakly in front of his stomach to protect himself. At least, that was the intention. In reality he had just trapped Eddie's ticklish fingers against his sides.

But by this point, Eddie had forgotten all about his little attack. His fingers stopped abruptly only seconds after Steve had cracked. Frozen, Eddie was unable to pull his eyes (and his attention) from Steve's bright giggly smile, even as Steve's laughter faded.

"Fuhuhuhuck..." Steve whined, his hands covering his eyes and breaking the silence that had formed since his little giggle fit had ceased.

Eddie chuckled, ruffling Steve's hair. "I'd say that proved my point, wouldn't you?"

"You tell no one about this." Steve said sternly, lifting himself onto his elbows. "Especially not Robin... or the kids."

Eddie grinned. "Oh I'm happy to keep this between us, our little secret hmm?"

After a quick nod in response, Steve let his gaze drift around the room for a moment. "So... uh... are you gonna let me up or..."

"Pfft, nope." Eddie laughed, and shot his fingertips straight under Steve's arms.

And this time, Steve didn't even try to stop himself.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 22 - Tail/Wings

Honkai: Star Rail - Dan Heng x Caelus

“A-ahm, Dan Heng…” Caelus muttered awkwardly, trying to move his wrapped up limbs as he felt that intense gaze upon himself. But Dan Heng only smiled fondly, almost grinned, leaning a bit forward to face his boyfriend’s blushing face. 

“Yes, Caelus?”

“Can… y-you let me go?”

“No,” Dan Heng mused, even tightening his grip a little bit to make the other man gasp. That sure was one of the perks of his Vidyadhara form. Out of a pure clingy need, the archivist used said form and made Caelus a victim of his.

Wrapping his tail around the trailblazer body, Dan Heng dragged him closer with ease, leaving him at his mercy. “I kind of like it,” he said, running his hand through Caelus’s hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead before planting a kiss on it.

“B-but I can’t play like this!” Caelus groaned shyly, blushing and kicking his feet as he tried to free himself, surprised by how strong Dan Heng’s tail’s grip was. As much as he tried, it wouldn’t move an inch. 

“Good,” he replied, placing his index finger under the other man’s chin and gently lifting it. “Maybe now you’ll be able to spend some time with me, hm?” Dan Heng moved his hand down, stroking the column of Caelus’s neck, making him squeal and scrunch up his shoulders as he tried to protect himself.

“H-hehey! This ihihis not fahahair!” He protested, only earning an amused chuckle from the dragon that showed no intentions of stopping.

Dan Heng’s other hand soon joined the fun, cupping Caelus’s cheek while the other traced and tickled the side of his neck, going up to caress the back of his ear and make him giggle lightly. “Hm? How come?”

“I cahahan’t- ahah, n-no mohohoreee!” The more he tried to break free, the tighter Dan Heng’s tail squeezed him. Not able to free his arms, the trailblazer saw no option but to keep pleading, hoping his words would make it to the soft side of Dan Heng’s heart. “Lehehet me gohoh! Ahaha, i-it tihihickles!”

The archivist smiled, pulling his victim’s body closer to him so he would be able to kiss him again. Planting his lips on Caelus’s smile, it felt like he was drinking his laughter, savoring each giggle that bursted from his mouth. “So, are you going to leave me, hm?” 

“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahah, n-now stahahap!”

“Hmm…” Dan Heng pretend to thing while gently digging his fingers into Caelus’s collarbone, making his blush spread down to his neck and to the tip of his ears - which weren’t left untickled for long. “I need to think about it, until then…”

“Whahat- woah!” Before he realized, the dragon moved his tail, carrying him along and placing him on his lap without, of course, loosening the grip a single bit.

“Let’s have some fun…” Dan Heng muttered, making Caelus’s heart skip a beat.

“W-wait, Dan Heng, noHOHOH!!”

A/N: Ohohoh, if there was a better character than Dan Heng for this prompt- what am I saying, there was no one better than him eheheh

Anyway, kudos for this fanart that inspired me greatly. See you guys next day ~

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hey! For the tickletober prompts, how about lee!kenma, ler!kuroo and day 27? Kuroo finds that Kenma can't stand when he tickles him with his mouth (nibbles, kisses, raspberries, etc). Hope you are doing great! 🥰

Tickletober day #27: Hysterical

I think I had a bit too much goofy fun with this one. I haven't watched Haikyuu in 50 years so sorry if characterization is off.

Funnily enough, this req. reminded me of my undying love for Yaku. He was my fave Nekoma player cause shortie hehe/j

Btw this is meant to be timeskip

Hope you enjoy! :D

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Kenma x Kuroo (romantic)

Lee: Kenma

Ler: Kuroo

Warnings: Tickles!

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After a long day of work, what better way to unwind than by having your boyfriend snuggle on your lap while they play videogames? Kuroo could think of a few things. To be honest, he wanted Kenma’s attention, but when blondie was in gamer mode, no god on this earth could stray him from his path. Well… thinking back, there was always a way to get stubborn Kenma away from his game.

The signature cheshire smirk graced Kuroo’s lip as he tightened his hold around Kenma’s waist. He then took a deep breath and…

“GAH! PFFT! KUROO NOHOHO!” his gaming device went flying off his hands as Kenma’s whole body jolted aggresively.

“Aww, still ticklish KenKen?~”

“Don’t call me that- EEP! WAHAIT! STYAHAHAHAP!” the half blonde threw his head back, which frankly inly made it easier for Kuroo to keep nibbling at the sensitive skin of his neck.

It was no secret how ticklish Kenma was, it was a prominent trait all throughout childhood. But Kuroo is the only one to know just how much mouth tickles affect him in particular.

“Oh? Then how about here then?~” the rooster head’s teeth grazed along Kenma’s earlobe, earning a dramatic gasp.

“T-THAT’S STILL SO BAHAHAD- AH KUROO‼” Kenma screeched in ticklish glee as he was suddenly pinned on his back, with a smug Kuroo staring down at him with a thirst for more.

“H-hold up! Can’t wehe talk about this?!” the shorter male spewed out through nervous giggles. Even without being touched, he was already a flustered mess.

“Less talking, more laughing~” Kuroo leaned down, his hands latching onto his boyfriend’s sides while he kissed and nibbled that sweet spot below Kenma’s ear, close to his neck. With wiggling fingers and kisses attacking him, Kenma could only do one thing.

“BAHAHA! K-KUROO! YOU AHAHASS! S-STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T!” Kenma’s face was as red as his old volleyball uniform. His brain slowly turning to mush as the overwhelming ticklish sensation drowned him in giddy pleasure.

“But honeyyy, you’re so cute and ticklish~”

At Kuroo’s tease, Kenma let out a high-pitched squeal through his already hysterical laughter. It wasn’t long until his body started to grow tired and stopped trying to squirm away. His laughter dying down to soft hiccups.

“Ahaha- *hic* Kuroo, please..!”

At the cute, breathless whine from his boyfriend, Kuroo finally relented. Opting to lay beside him and hold him close to his chest.

“Better, princess?~”

“Shut up…” Kenma’s voice grew muffled as he burried his face against the taller one’s chest, but Kuroo certainly caught the smile left on his face. Yes, nights were meant to be spent like this.

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[starlight-write]

Tickletober Day 3- Cuddles

Requests: OPEN :)

Summary: All Jirou wanted was to spend a nice night watching movies with her boyfriend. Everything goes well until Kaminari starts to tickle her out of the blue. Now she has to teach her boyfriend a lesson.

Pairing: Ler!Jirou x Lee!Kaminari (Romantic)

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"I'm not going to ask you again. Stop."

"I told you, I'm not doing anything!"

Kaminari was really getting on her last nerve. But what else did she expect from her hyperactive boyfriend when she made him sit down for an extended period of time? All she had wanted to do was to snuggle up next to her boyfriend while they binged horror movies while they both had a night to themselves. But of course it could never be that simple.

The two of them sat bundled up on Jirou's bed while flashes of light and corny screams burst from the TV. Jirou sat content in Denki's lap with his arms wrapped around her waist and they stayed like that for the better half of the film until Kaminari got the bright idea to annoy his girlfriend by prodding and pinching her stomach every few minutes.

"I know what you're doing you bastard. Now cut it oUT!-" She yelped as he poked her belly once again. She grabbed his wrists and turned to face him with a huff. Only to be met with a bright, innocent, and fake smile. The little shit.

"Do it again. See what happens." She said, still keeping her grip on his wrists.

That was all the invitation the boy needed as he quickly tried to twist his wrists out of the girls hold as they lurched towards her stomach once again. But Jirou had had enough of his antics and decided it was time to teach her boyfriend a lesson.

She had jumped out of his lap and tugged both of his wrists towards her causing the electric hero to fall face first onto the mattress. The boy let out a small yelp as he quickly tried to turn around and fight off his attacker but it was too late as the girl had already positioned herself on his lower back, effectively pinning him in place.

She watched him struggle for a few moments. Doing everything in his power to try to get free but it was no use. "Baaaabe c'mon I was just messing around! Get off, pleeeease?" He tried begging even though he knew it wouldn't help his case in the slightest.

"I tried to warn you but you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself could you? All I wanted was a nice night with my boyfriend but no. You just. Had. To keep. Poking. Me."

Every phrase uttered was emphasized with harsh pokes to the boys sides. He let out a squeak as he shot his arms down to protect himself and buried his face into the mattress.

"I'm sohohohorryyyyyy! I promise I wohohon't do it again." He pleaded as he giggled into the covers.

"Nope. Too late for that. Now you're just going to have to suffer." She said as she wormed two of her fingers under his arms. The boy let out a loud squeal as he squirmed underneath her.

"Wait! Wahahahahahahahahit! Stohohohohohohop! This isn't fair, pleahehehehehehehese!" The boy wailed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides but only succeeded in trapping his girlfriend's evil fingers under his arms.

She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "Uh uh. You brought this upon yourself. You wanted to play this game and lost. Now you're going to have to deal with the consequences."

"But- But I- AH! Jirou NO! No Stohohohohohohohohop ihihihihihhiht! HahahahahHAHAHAHAHA."

His laughter grew in pitch as Jirou had suddenly started fluttering her fingers all across his neck. Causing the boy to thrash below her as he brought his arms up to grab her hands hoping to escape the unbearably ticklish feeling.

He succeed and tried to pull her hands away as he tried to catch his breath only to be sent into a hysterical fit once more as the girl blew a giant raspberry on the back of his neck.

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA JIROU-! JI-STOHOHOHOHOP!!!" The boy wailed and lost his grip on the offending hands as he thrashed and kicked and twisted and bucked. Jirou had just used her freed hands to hold his head in place as she placed another agonizing raspberry in the exact same spot.

"Please! PLEHEHEHEHASE! NO MORE! NO MOHOHOHORE!" After a few more seconds she finally lifted her head away from her screaming boyfriend. Rubbing his back gently as she allowed him to catch his breath.

"Thahahahat- thahahat was uncalled for." The boy complained and took another shaky breath as he brought his hands up to cover his burning face.

"I honestly forgot how ticklish your neck is." She giggled. "Guess I should keep that in mind from now on, huh?" She said as she smiled down at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let me up." The boy said with a pout.

"Hmmmm not yet." Denki could hear the evil smile in her voice and automatically tensed up again. Jirou got up for just a moment. Pressing her hand on her boyfriend's back so he wouldn't get any ideas about escaping as she repositioned herself to face his legs.

"There's just one more thing I have to do before we're done."

Kaminari froze at her words. He already knew what was about to happen and he nervously started kicking and thrashing once more to avoid his fate.

"WAIT! WAIT- Babe. Babe Please! Please don't I'm serious! I'll stop okay? I'll do whatever you want just hold ON- AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-"

"Damn right you will." She said with a smirk as she continued to ruthlessly scribble her nails on the backs of his knees.

Kaminari's laughter had gone silent rather quickly. He desperately thrashed and kicked around but it did him no good and he eventually resigned to pounding on the bed furiously as he lost himself in his hysterics.

"PLEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- STAHAHAHA- STAHAHAAAAAAAAAA-"

Jirou finally took that as a sign to stop. She lifted herself up off of the giggly mess on her bed and laid down next to him.

Kaminari tried hiding his bright red face behind his hands once more but they were pulled away as Jirou planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"You okay?"

The electric boy took in a few more giggly breaths before answering. "No! Yohohou almost kihihihilled me!"

"Oh hush. I wouldn't tickle you so often if you didn't like it." The girl said, giving him a sweet smile.

The boy huffed and buried his face in the covers. "Yeah, whatever."

Jirou just rolled her eyes and gave an amused huff in return before sitting up and collecting her boyfriend in her arms.

"C'mon doofus. Let's finish this dumb movie." She said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And no more funny business, got it?"

Denki just sighed as he snuggled into her embrace. Smiling as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Got it."

[sunstone-smiles]

Is it possible to also request for Day 29 Augtickletober2023 (Wake up) Pokémon gen 9 Lee!Arven and Ler!Mabostiff? Those 2 are just so wholesome and you write them so well 🥰🩷🫶🏾

Canine Alarm Clock

Author’s note: Aww, thank you Gladys! As you said, these two are absolutely wholesome, so tickles are a must! I hope you all enjoy Day 29 of Tickletober: Wake up! (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet 

Characters: Mabosstiff and Arven

Word count: 886

Summary: Mabostiff wants to go out and play, but Arven’s still in bed. Not on this pokemon’s watch!

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Ah, a Sunday morning. Where waves of relaxation can be felt through the sun beams pouring through the cracks between the blinds of the window. A Sunday means no classes, and also more sleep. 

However, Mabosstiff is already up and about. While Arven’s sleepy form is cozy on his mattress, Mabosstiff patiently sits by the side of Arven’s bed with a ball in his mouth and wags his tail across the floor as if he was dusting the spot. Wanting to go outside and play, the pokemon canine places the ball down in front of his paws and barks, “Buwoof!”

Arven shifts a little, but that’s about it. The trainer’s back is still facing the canine. Mabosstiff lets out two more gruff barks that could nearly shake the room, “Buwoof! Woof!”

This time, a sleepy whine comes from Arven. He weakly turns onto his back, his eyes refusing to open.

“Mabosstiff, it’s a Sunday,” Arven rolls onto his stomach as his words trail with sleepiness. One of his arms in blue and white striped pajamas now hangs off the bed. 

Seeing at least some kind of awake movement in his trainer, Mabosstiff grabs the ball near his paws and trots over to Arven. The large canine bumps his snout against Arven’s dangling hand.

The trainer flutters open his heavy eyes for a moment before they droop back to a close. “Not now, bud…” Arven sleepily pats Mabosstiff on the head, then rolls over to his side again.

Mabosstiff narrows his eyes and lets out a growl-like huff. He walks away to place the ball safely beside his dog bed, then he trots over to the foot of Arven’s bed. The canine refuses to let his trainer sleep through this beautiful day that’s perfect for playtime.

Mabosstiff stretches on his hind legs with his front paws stabilizing himself on the bed frame, as if he was grabbing a treat from the kitchen counter, then he snatches the end of Arven’s blanket in his mouth. He yanks the blanket off his trainer and swings it to the floor, where it becomes unevenly splayed out. Arven slightly shifts his body. No other movement to get up is made.

With another determined growl, Mabosstiff hops up onto Arven’s bed. His large paws sink into the mattress as he stomps closer to an unflinching Arven. 

When he reaches Arven, Mabosstiff surrounds him with his four paws and his snout above the trainer's head. The large canine dips his head downwards and licks the side of Arven’s neck. Almost instantly, soft huffs of giggles start pouring out of Arven as he’s stirred awake once more. He lifts up his arms to sleepily push his pokemon partner away.

“Bud, let me sleep,” Arven giggles with his eyes closed. “We’ll play later.” 

He lifts his shoulders to his neck and snuggles closer into his pillow to go back to sleep. Well “later” isn’t going to cut it for Mabosstiff.

He tried to wake up Arven the easy way, but now it’s time to show no mercy.

The canine takes a step back, now hovering over his trainer’s side. Luckily for Mabosstiff (but unfortunate for his trainer), Arven’s pajama shirt had risen up during his sleepy tossing and turning, exposing a bit of his belly. The pokemon bares his fangs in a toothy smirk. 

Taking advantage of the opening, Mabosstiff drops his head down and nuzzles his snout into Arven’s exposed tummy. With a jolt, Arven suddenly squeals, as if all the sleepiness that remained in his eyes dissipated in an instant burst of giggles. 

“Hehehehey!” Arven flops his back to the bed and shoves at the large canine’s face. “Buhuhuhud!”

Mabosstiff smirks into Arven’s tummy, nuzzling his snout even faster to keep up his barrage of tickles. Arven attempts to squirm backwards on his bed, only to be stopped by his pile of pillows that served as comfort just a few minutes ago. As the canine’s paws are also on either side of him, Arven has no place else to squirm.

“I knohohohow you want to plahahahay! Buhuhuht this is nohohohot asking politely-eehehehehehe!” Arven’s bed hair becomes messier with his continued wriggling.

Mabosstiff doesn’t care. Instead, he nuzzles into a spot between Arven’s belly and his side, causing the trainer to throw his head back with a shriek of giggly laughter.

“MAHAHAHABOSSTIFF! NOHOHOT there!!! Ohohohokay!!! OKAY! Wehehehe’ll gohohoho play!” Arven surrenders.

Satisfied, the pokemon pulls away with a lingering smile on their muzzle. Arven lies back in bed, residual giggles following as he catches his breath. Mabosstiff comes over to Arven’s side and plops down next to his trainer, snuggling close. The trainer chuckles and pats his pokemon pal on the head.

Arven leans over to the side of his bed and grabs his Rotom phone. He clicks on the screen and shuts off his alarm that was set for the next hour. “Won’t be needing that today,” Arven says to the canine. Mabosstiff happily barks and licks Arven’s neck again, earning a chuckle from the trainer. “Hey, I’m already up! Come on, Mabosstiff,” Arven pulls himself out of bed, invigorated for the day, while his canine partner follows close behind. Who needs a regular alarm on these days when he has a pokemon pal who wants to play to wake him up instead.

[lopsicle]

Day three of tickletober and I’m already burned out (‘•w•’) I’m just kidding, I’m just tired because I have Spanish homework that makes no sense :(

Mask did you know I’m the world’s biggest Mabifica shipper?

When Stars Meet In The Northwest

Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Characters: Lee Pacifica, Ler Mabel.

Summary: Mabel has been begging for cuddles and Pacifica gives in, and nothing goes wrong.

Warnings: None! Though this is a tickle fic

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‘Pacifica…Pacificaaaaaa!’

Pacifica didn’t even glance up from her book at this point, a blank expression on her face which only shifted whenever she blinked or yawned. It wasn’t like she was annoyed or anything like that, she had just gotten used to tuning out Mabel’s loud, whiny antics in favour of getting whatever she was doing at the time finished before giving her attention to her girlfriend again.

Once she finally looked up from her book, she saw Mabel sitting by her socked feet, her eyes wide and locked on Pacifica, pure adoration resting in her pupils. Wordlessly, the brunette raised her arms and made grabby hands towards Pacifica, not always being the best at verbalising her requests, even if she had been shouting for attention for the last fifteen minutes.

Pacifica smiled a little at her, grabbing Mabel by her armpits and pulling the girl into her lap, having discarded her book to the side. Mabel smiled widely, squeaking a little from happiness as she immediately nestled herself into her girlfriend’s lap.

‘You know,’ Pacifica spoke softly, wrapping one protective arm around Mabel’s shoulders, ‘you can just use your words and ask for cuddles next time.’

Mabel shook her head, giggling playfully as she rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder, keeping her arms wrapped around her neck. ‘Nope! Bothering you is so much more fun that!’

‘Mhm,’ Pacifica rested her back against a soft, fluffy pillow , finally having stopped shuffling around enough for Mabel to get fully settled onto her girlfriend’s lap. ‘I’ll give you that, if there’s one thing your better at me at, your a really great pest.’

Mabel let out a fake gasp as Pacifica stuck out her tongue at the girl, a smirk on her lips. ‘Excuse me? Excuse you? Excuse us?! I’m your girlfriend, not a pest, I’m allowed to say that about myself, you aren’t!’

Mabel huffed, staring right up at Pacifica with a serious-unserious expression plastered onto her face. Pacifica played along with her bit, raising her hands up defensively as she giggled.

‘Alright, Iahah’m saharry, your not a pest, sweetie,’ Pacifica smiled sweetly at her, though Mabel didn’t seem fully satisfied, still feeling slightly mischievous.

‘Your not really sorry, if you were you wouldn’t be laughing! Hm, how about I give you something to laugh about then?’

Before Pacifica could even process what Mabel was saying, her girlfriend’s fingers had already plunged themselves into her armpits. The girl gaped sharply, clenching up her arms and effectively trapping Mabel’s fingers against her hollows.

‘W-waihahahat, Mahahahabel!!’

It wasn’t too uncommon that Pacifica would become the victim of her girlfriend’s tickle attacks, it was practically a given seeing how much Mabel loved to tickle people all the time and I mean all the time. The girl never, ever got tired of making some squeal and laugh at just a couple pokes or scratches, and Pacifica was no exception to this rule. In fact, ever since they started dating, Pacifica had become even more of a target for Mabel’s dexterous, tickling fingers.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’

Mabel grinned as she saw how red Pacifica’s face got from that, finally making the girl raise her arms up to cover her blushing, flustered face, in turn leaving those sensitive hollows totally helpless to Mabel’s fingers.

‘Dahahahahahan’t sahahahahay thahahahat wahahahaahard!!’

The Northwest squealed and wriggled and writhed against Mabel’s hands but she couldn’t really do much to get away since her girlfriend was on top of her. And she’d rather die then pull her arms down to show off her blushing, laughing face. Mabel just giggled at her antics though, tilting her head, almost like an idea sparked in her brain,

‘Can you really not handle it when someone says tickle? Poor ticklish Pacifica, can’t handle any of the tickles on her super ticklish armp-!’

‘Stahahahaahahahap thahahahahahahat!!’

Pacifica cried out as that annoying, crimson reminder of her embarrassment had crept all the way up to her ears now, making the girl wish she could just hide her face in her llama sweater. She got a lot more squirmy at this point, eager for an escape from the tickle monster that she had decided to date, the girl’s socked heels pounded down onto the bed while her waist sharply twisted about from side to side, hoping to get away from Mabel’s hands.

But since Mabel was tickling her from both sides, she just ended up adorably flinging herself into her girlfriend’s nails each time, causing her to squeal and flinch away. Mabel just smiled fondly at the sight, it want like it was rare for Pacifica to show emotion but she looked absolutely, adorable hysterical right now in a way Mabel barely ever got to see.

And truth be told, Pacifica wasn’t hating it either. The poor blonde was just never really used to being flustered at all, much less in front of her girlfriend of all people, and because of tickling (that’s still hard for her to say) of all things. Even with that, the sensations were so pleasant and tingly, it was like a massage but the Mabel way; the way that makes you scream with laughter.

Unfortunately for Pacifica though, the girl really wasn’t able to handle that much tickling given that she hadn’t experienced much of it in her childhood. She slid her arms away from her face very slowly, showing that sweet, hysterical smile of hers that distracted Mabel momentarily as she just looked adoringly at her girlfriend, who asked through giggles,

‘Nahahaha more, pleahahase,’

Mabel’s fingers almost immediately left Pacifica’s armpits as she sat next to her and, while she was still re catching her breath, scooped her up and set her down on her lap, keeping one comforting arm wrapped around her waistline while she gently flicked and messed around with her ponytail with the other.

‘You know, for someone as..twordish as you, you handled that really well!’

Pacifica smiled at her before laying her head on Mabel’s chest, cuddling up to her.

‘I am so lucky to have you, Mabel Pines.’

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I may have mentioned this before but I am the world’s leading connoisseur in Mabifica, I am Mabifica’s biggest supporter. If Mabifica has 100 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 1 fan, that’s me. If Mabifica has zero fans, I am dead. This is an amazing ship, anyway, I hoped you enjoyed that fic because I did not proofread any of that shi