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My boy silver needs revenge

What if silver starts to float Sonic, but the aura/his power tickles him all over- so he’s just mid air calling out for shadow to save him while silvers laughing manically- but eventually shadow does tackle silver and take revenge while Sonic floats back to the ground still laughing

Your fics r literally BOMB

💫 "Silver Lining: Sweet Revenge"

(Modern Sonic + Silver + Shadow tickle fic, post-SSS shenanigans)

“Y’know,” Sonic said, arms behind his head and smirking like the smug menace he was, “You’ve been awful quiet lately, Silver. Not still recovering from our last little tickle ambush, are ya?”

Silver’s brow twitched.

“Oh I’m fine,” he said coolly. “Better than fine, actually.” Then he smiled. Too innocently. “But I was just thinking about… gravity.”

Sonic blinked. “Uh-oh—wait, Silver—NO—!!”

Too late.

In a flash of glowing teal, the hedgehog was lifted clean off the ground.

“HEY!!” Sonic yelped, limbs flailing as he hovered upside-down. “W-WHAT IS THIS??”

Silver’s hands sparked with power, eyes gleaming.

“This,” he said sweetly, “is what we call payback.”

At first Sonic thought he was just floating. Just helplessly dangling and squirming while Silver giggled at him from the floor below. But then—he felt it.

A fuzzy, tingling sensation started spreading across his stomach. Then up to his ribs. His toes twitched in his shoes.

“No. NononoNONON—pfft—SILVER!!” Sonic gasped, snorting and thrashing as his whole body was consumed by the light, tingling pressure. “WHAT IS—AHAHA—WHAT EVEN IS THIS??”

Silver laughed. Full-on cackled. “It’s my aura! I told you I was practicing finesse! Guess what—turns out if I concentrate juuust right, it tickles~”

“SHAHADOWWWWW!!!” Sonic shrieked mid-air, howling with laughter. “HE’S GONE FULL MAD SCIENTIST—PLEASE—HELP ME—!!”

Cue dramatic entrance.

Shadow burst in with a scowl and a Chaos Emerald in one hand. “Silver, what the hell are you doing—”

He stopped.

He blinked.

And then he grinned.

“...Finally,” he muttered. “My turn.”

Before Silver could react, Shadow tackled him with the force of a rocket, pinning him to the floor.

“WAITWAITWAIT—!!” Silver shrieked, eyes huge. “I WAS JUST—I WAS AVENGING MYSELF—HAVE MERCY—!!”

“Nope.” Shadow smirked, already scribbling under Silver’s arms. “You asked for this.”

Silver exploded into hiccupy giggles as his powers fizzled out. Above them, Sonic slowly drifted down from the air like a feather... a laughing, gasping feather.

He landed in a heap, clutching his stomach.

“Ohhhh man—n-not cool—but also so cool—” he wheezed, face bright red.

Shadow looked up from the squirming, red-faced Silver.

“Now that’s what I call balance.”

☁️ Aftermath:

Silver laid in a puddle, twitching with leftover giggles. Sonic flopped beside him, exhausted but triumphant. Shadow sat cross-legged between them, arms crossed but smirking.

“Can’t believe you weaponized tickles,” Sonic muttered.

Silver giggled weakly. “...Can’t believe you tackled me like that.”

Shadow snorted. “Can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t.”

They all cracked up again.

Justice for SSS team: served.

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So hyped for the sonic fics!!!

yup, and serving one more up for today

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Can we have one more fic today pleasseee

okok just give me a moment

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Can I request Astro tickle headcanons please? :3

already made ^^ https://www.tumblr.com/tickle-headcanons/786073479170621440/astro-novalite-hcs-w

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HELP NOT THEM BLAMING SILVER

i mean hey you guys are asking, I'm just giving you guys what you want

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If it's okay with you, I would like to ask for a lee!metal sonic ler!reader if possible? And if you don't do reader stuff, maybe ler!Amy or any character of your choosing?

Asking because metal sonic is starting to become a comfort character for me, and I desperately want to give him gentle comforting tickles when he feels unsure or down about comparing himself to sonic or just feels sad in general because he deserves so much better imo 💔

Sorry if I'm bothering or the ask is confusing in any way. This is my first time asking on tumblr ^^"

-🍪 anon (unless that name is already taken-)

(no worries, I'm always up for a little reader x character, and no worries bout bothering me ^^)

“Metal Heart” Lee!Metal Sonic × Ler!Reader (Comfort Fluff) (Set in a peaceful moment post-battle)

The hum of the workshop was steady, soothing. Somewhere, a small fan buzzed. And in the middle of it all, Metal Sonic sat—quiet, still, shoulders slightly hunched as though weighed down by something heavier than steel.

You noticed it immediately.

“...Metal?” you called softly, peeking around the doorway.

He didn’t respond, but his head tilted a fraction. That was enough for you to approach. His hands were folded in his lap, blue shell slightly dulled with scuff marks from the last skirmish. His glowing eyes were dimmer than usual—expressionless, yes, but… you could feel it. He was sad.

“…Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked, sitting down beside him.

He hesitated.

Then, in that voice of his—smooth but glitched at the edges—he murmured,

“I failed again. He was faster… He smiled at me.”

You placed your hand on his arm, careful not to touch any delicate wiring.

“You’re not a failure. You’re you. And you’re still learning what that means.”

“I am supposed to match him. That is why I was made.”

“But you don’t have to be him to matter,” you said gently. “You can just be Metal Sonic. You’re allowed to be cared for, y’know.”

He looked at you then—his glowing red eyes flickering just slightly brighter. As if unsure how to process that.

So you leaned forward, letting your fingers gently trace the edge of his arm. He tensed slightly, not out of fear… but confusion.

“...What are you—”

skritch skritch

You brushed behind his ear panel lightly, and a tiny chirp escaped him before he jerked away, processor stuttering.

“T-That was…! Anomalous input! D-Do not do that again—!”

You grinned. “Wait a second… was that a giggle I heard~?”

“That was a malfunction.”

“Mhm. Sure it was,” you teased, and then with featherlight precision, you poked the sides of his chassis. A tink! and another soft squeak escaped him.

“Nnh—System instability! You are causing d-disturbances in my audio response modules—!”

“Oh, I think your modules are just ticklish,” you chuckled warmly.

Despite the robotic flailing, he didn’t actually push you away. In fact, his tail-like engine cable flicked happily. His face glowed a little brighter—tiny flashes of pink flickering across his cheek LEDs.

You leaned in again, voice quiet and kind. “You don’t have to be perfect to be worth something, Metal. I care about you—scratches, glitches, giggles and all.”

His thrusters flickered with warmth. He made a soft, staticy noise—something between a sigh and a purr—as he leaned ever so slightly against you.

You took that as permission. One hand gently traced under his arm plating (eliciting an adorable robotic hiccup-giggle), while the other lightly tapped around his core, where his faux heartbeat whirred.

“I-I do not… comprehend why this brings relief…” he stammered between glitchy giggles.

You smiled. “It’s trust. And affection. You deserve both.”

He curled up gently, still letting out small hiccupy chimes of laughter as he slowly melted into your lap.

Eventually, the tickles slowed. You wrapped him up in a soft throw blanket—because yes, even robots deserve cozy things—and pressed your forehead gently to his.

“You don’t need to be Sonic,” you whispered. “You just need to be here. With me.”

He hummed. A low, warm whirr that vibrated like a lullaby. His eyes dimmed—not in sadness, but in comfort.

“Affection acknowledged… Thank you.”

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Good luck school sucks

thanks, well I'm off at the moment, and I'm able to write most of the inbox requests down on a google doc on my phone, so I gotten a few done so you will get to see them ^^

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What would silver do if Espio was captured?

Would the SSS team save him together?

Silver would tickle him silly to help him de-stress

Silver would be pissed at eggman

Eggman Probally held him captive to lure silver in, so Espio feels bad he put him in danger

I believe a fic is in order

Order UP!

🌪️ “Resonance” – A Sonic Fic

Ft. Silver, Sonic, Shadow, and Espio (Angst, comfort, team feels, Silver-powered cuddletickle therapy)

It had been quiet. Too quiet.

Espio knew better than to let his guard down—especially alone. But he never saw the trap coming until it was too late. A burst of electrified netting slammed into him from behind, knocking him unconscious. Eggman’s voice echoed through his earpiece like venom:

“Oh dear~ It seems I’ve caught your chameleon friend. Come find me, SSS Team—especially you, Silver. I know you’ll come running.”

The second Sonic and Shadow heard Eggman’s message, they turned to Silver, expecting some sort of psychic outburst. What they didn’t expect was the silence.

Silver’s eyes burned with fury, glowing faintly. “He took him for me...”

Sonic stepped forward. “Silver—hey. We’re getting him back. Together.”

Shadow nodded, tightening his gloves. “You’re not alone.”

Eggman’s fortress wasn’t even built to last, but the trio didn’t come to knock on the door.

They demolished it.

Sonic blew through bots like a hurricane, Shadow warped ahead in bursts of Chaos, and Silver was a silent storm, tearing tech apart with raw emotion-fueled power. No banter. No restraint.

When they found Espio, he was shackled, eyes dim, slumped but conscious. His voice cracked when he saw them.

“Why’d you come? It was a trap—for you…”

Silver dropped beside him immediately, gently removing the restraints with his power. “Because you matter. That’s why.”

“But—he used me to hurt you—”

Sonic placed a hand on Espio’s shoulder. “And you think we were just gonna let that happen?”

Shadow’s voice was low, but firm. “We protect our own.”

Back at home, Espio sat curled on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He wasn’t speaking much. Still quiet. Still shaken.

Silver sat beside him, his voice soft. “You’re allowed to feel bad, but… you didn’t fail.”

Espio didn’t answer. He just lowered his eyes—until Silver’s hand lightly brushed over his palm.

A squeak slipped out of Espio. “S-Silver—what are you—?”

Silver smiled softly. “I’ve been tickled to tears when I’m overwhelmed. Let me return the favor.”

Espio turned bright red.

“You wouldn’t dare—”

But it was already too late.

Silver’s fingers brushed his side, then spidered over his tummy and both palms at once. Espio yelped, immediately twisting into soft giggles.

“N-NohOoo! S-Siilverrr—!! Hehehe!! I-Ihihi’m g-gohohonna vanishhh—!!”

Sonic chuckled from the other end of the couch. “If he poofs, we’ll just tickle him invisible.”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tempt me.”

With Shadow gently scritching behind Espio’s fin-like ears and Sonic fluttering fingers near his ribs, Espio dissolved into unrestrained laughter. His tail thumped against the couch rhythmically.

Silver beamed, proud and gentle. “There’s the smile.”

Later…

Espio lay in a soft, giggly daze between the three of them. Tucked under Silver’s arm, Sonic’s legs on top of his, and Shadow sitting with a rare, calm expression.

He muttered, “...Still feel a little bad.”

Silver hummed, stroking his hair. “You’re not a burden. You’re family.”

Espio’s eyes fluttered closed, warmth blooming in his chest.

“Thanks, guys…” (also I'm so sorry for not posting often, I have school now, and I hope you guys can understand cause they made a new role were I'm not allowed to use my phone including in lunch time)

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welp have to go back to hell :3

or school but it still hell, so I won't be on the blog as much, so I hope that's fine

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Part 2 for when silvers palms are tickled?

This time his powers completely loose control when his palms are tickled and he destroys the room. When he calms down he feels terrible for destroying the living room so they tickle him silly to cheer him up

💥 "Tickle Drift: Psychic Meltdown!" — A Silly Sonic Fic 💥 Ft. Silver, Sonic, Shadow, and one very destroyed living room

Silver knew the risk. He knew how sensitive his palms were. But had he told anyone that? No. Because he didn’t think his friends would betray him like this.

It had started innocently enough—just a calm hangout day at Tails’ place. Sonic had flopped onto the couch, Shadow had claimed the armrest like a brooding cat, and Silver, poor Silver, had made the mistake of showing his bare palms while flipping through a comic book.

Espio, who had shown up out of nowhere as ninjas do, smirked. “You know, for a telekinetic warrior, you really leave your weaknesses out in the open.”

Silver looked up, confused. “What do you mean—HEY!!”

Too late. Sonic was already grinning like the devil himself and dove for the couch. “PaaaAAALM TICKLESSS~!”

“No—NO WAIT—!!” Silver squealed, his voice jumping an octave as Sonic’s fingers scribbled into his open palms. “H-HHHEHEHEE! GUYS!! N-N-NOT TH-THERE—!”

Shadow, not one to resist chaos (especially when inflicted on Silver), joined in with slow, teasing scritches to his other palm. “You really should’ve learned by now. Never show weakness.”

Silver exploded with laughter, squirming between them. “AAAHH!! N-NOHOHOHO—WAIT—S-STOP—HAHAHAAA—!!”

And then…

Everything in the living room lifted.

The couch. The table. The lamp. The books. Sonic. Espio. Even Shadow’s gloves.

“Uh oh,” Sonic blinked, now midair, doing slow somersaults. “We broke him.”

Shadow, floating upside down with hair fluffing in all directions, deadpanned. “Again.”

Espio, still surprisingly composed despite being plastered to the ceiling, just muttered, “This is fine.”

Silver was hysterical, wheezing and giggling uncontrollably with glowing eyes and glowing hands—and a TV set now slowly rotating in the background like a moon in orbit.

Eventually, Sonic—giggling from being levitated—called out, “Okay okay!! Mercy! Mercy!! Let’s help him calm down before we all become floating decorations!”

Shadow sighed. “Fine. But you owe me a new couch.”

They gently eased off, Shadow softly holding Silver’s hands, thumbs brushing calming circles into his palms, while Sonic whispered, “Hey, it’s okay… We’re here. You're safe. Breathe with me, bud.”

The moment Silver took a shaky breath in—and exhaled—a wave of psychic energy whoomped out and everything dropped back to normal.

CRASH!!

Table cracked. Lamp shattered. Couch—well, it gave its last breath.

Silver stared in horror at the ruined room, tearfully hiccuping, “I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… I-I ruined everything—”

Sonic pulled him close. “Hey. No. Don’t even go there.”

Shadow nodded, actually gentle for once. “You didn’t destroy anything that can’t be fixed.”

“And you know what we can fix?” Sonic added, that telltale grin returning. “Your mood~”

Silver blinked. “W-Wait, wha—?”

“GET HIM!!”

Cue Round Two.

This time, Sonic tickled his tummy while Shadow gently skittered his fingers over his palms again, whispering teases like “Still sensitive, aren’t you?” Silver melted, laughing into Sonic’s shoulder, but this time? No floating. Just warm, happy giggles and a safe hug sandwich.

Eventually, the poor psychic was a puddle of sleepy giggles in Sonic’s lap.

Sonic fluffed his hair. “Feeling better now?”

Silver let out one last little laugh. “Y-Yeah… thanks, guys…”

Espio came back with a mop and broom. “You destroy it, you fix it.”

Silver levitated the pieces together sheepishly. “I’ll, uh… do that after a nap.”

Shadow sat beside him, arms folded. “Next time? Warn us before your powers go nuclear.”

Silver blushed. “Y-Yeah… my bad.”

Sonic grinned, stretching. “Worth it tho.”

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AGGHHHH WHO KEEPS MAKING MY BOYS SUFFER???!

Picture this.

Sonic is outside, minding his business, when suddenly a net engulfs him. He can’t spin dash or run away and begins to panic.

But then shadow and silver appear just in time and destroy eggmans tech, driving him away for good. At least for awhile.

They let Sonic out of the net and he’s a little overwhelmed from almost being captured again. He also hates being held still (he can’t rlly move in the net) so silver and shadow tickle him silly until he’s tired and falls asleep

JUSTICE FOR SSS TEAM

(I mean you guys keep on asking and you guys shall receive)

🌀 “Caught Off Guard”

Characters: Movie!Sonic, Movie!Shadow, Movie!Silver Themes: Hurt/comfort, tickles, overwhelming emotions, nap-time snuggles 💤 Tone: Protective, soft, and giggle-filled

It happened fast. One moment, Sonic was lying in the grass, lazily watching clouds pass overhead. The next—snap!

A heavy net dropped over him like a trap from a Looney Tunes cartoon.

"HEY—!! What the—?!" Sonic yelped, scrambling to spin dash… but it didn’t work. Some kind of strange tech within the cords was disabling his powers. His heart spiked. “Ohoh no, nononono—!”

He thrashed, panicked—he hated being held still. His body jerked uselessly, stuck, and the rising whir of Eggman's machines filled the air.

“Back to the lab, you little menace!” came Eggman’s voice, distorted through a megaphone.

But before the net could even be reeled in—

CRASH!!

A black blur tore through the air, a red streak trailing behind it.

Silver’s psychic aura flared to life, and the entire net froze midair. “Get. Away. From him!”

Shadow snapped through Eggman’s tech like tissue paper. The mad scientist cursed, quickly retreating into his egg-shaped pod with sparks flying from the ruined machines.

As silence fell, the net dropped gently to the ground… and Silver immediately knelt beside it, helping unravel the cords.

“You okay?” he asked, voice tight.

Sonic sat there, eyes wide, trembling slightly. “…I-I’m good,” he mumbled, clearly not good. His muscles were tense, his breath shaky. “I just… couldn’t move…”

Shadow exchanged a glance with Silver.

“That’s twice now,” Silver said quietly. “Eggman’s getting desperate.”

“And Sonic’s getting too used to being captured,” Shadow growled.

“Well,” Silver said, a small smile creeping onto his face, “Let’s fix that.”

“…What?”

Sonic blinked.

Before he could react, Shadow tackled him back into the grass.

“WAIT—GUYS—WHAT ARE YOU DOOHOHOING—?!” Sonic burst into immediate, panicked laughter as Shadow dug into his sides with merciless precision.

Silver calmly floated over and sat beside him, pinning his ankles with a little psychic aura.

“Oh, nothing~” he said sweetly. “Just reminding you how safe you are now.”

“Y-YOU GUHUHUHYS—!! THIHIHIS ISN’T—! AAAH!!” Sonic screeched when Silver lightly fluttered his fingers along the bottoms of his shoes. “N-Not the TOES—!!”

“You are incredibly ticklish for a world-saving hero,” Shadow teased, voice low and smug as he squeezed at Sonic’s hips.

“I-IT’S A VULNERABIHIHILITY—!!” Sonic howled, flailing despite the exhaustion. His laughter was pure—that sweet, bubbly kind that only came from overstimulated relief. The moment was silly. Ridiculous. And exactly what he needed.

Eventually, Sonic slumped against Silver’s lap, still giggling softly, tears of mirth clinging to his lashes.

“…Feel better?” Silver asked, brushing some hair from Sonic’s face.

“Mhm… dorks…” Sonic mumbled.

Shadow smirked and pulled his arms around both of them.

“Nap time,” he declared.

No arguments. No net. No Eggman.

Just safety. Just warmth. Just the SSS trio—holding each other close under the quiet sky.

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I have a bit of an idea based off Sonic the Hedgehog 3 movie; movie! Shadow tickling Sonic to make up for what he said prior to their fight in their Super forms.

In case you've forgotten, here's the dialogue;

Sonic: you hurt my family, THIS ENDS NOW!

Shadow: Now you know my anger! The pain I felt for 50 years! And you've made the same choice I did

Sonic: I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU!

Shadow: We'll see

Of all their interactions, that one really stuck out to me. I think deep down, Sonic knew he was following Shadow's path but was in denial over it. Shadow would probably tickle Sonic to make up for what he said, especially considering the emotional state he was in.

🌌 “I’m Nothing Like You” — A Sonic 3 Aftermath Fic

Characters: Movie!Sonic, Movie!Shadow Theme: Comfort, post-battle fluff, emotional healing, tickles 🥹

The battle was over.

The dust had settled. The energy of the Chaos Emeralds had faded from their veins. Sonic sat quietly on the edge of a ruined rooftop, watching the stars poke holes through the smoky sky.

Footsteps approached behind him. Silent, heavy. Controlled.

“…Hey,” Sonic said softly, without turning.

Shadow didn’t answer right away. He came to stand beside Sonic, arms crossed, gaze fixed firmly ahead. The silence stretched.

Sonic sighed. “Back then, during the fight… you said some pretty intense stuff.”

Shadow's eyes flickered. “I did.”

“I wasn’t ready to hear it.” Sonic shifted uncomfortably. “You were right, though. About the anger. About the path.”

“…I was lashing out,” Shadow admitted. “You were protecting your family. I… compared you to a weapon.”

The words sat there, heavy between them.

Then, without warning, Shadow stepped closer. “…You looked like you needed a reminder.”

“Huh?” Sonic blinked. “A reminder of what—?”

A swift motion. A blur of black and red. And then—

“W-WAHAH-WAIT—!! SHADOW—!!”

“Of who you really are,” Shadow murmured, lips twitching ever-so-slightly as his gloved fingers gently dug into Sonic’s ribs.

Sonic squealed, trying to scramble away, but Shadow easily wrapped an arm around his middle and kept tickling, slow and deliberate. “You’re not a monster. Not a weapon. You’re the same annoying, reckless hedgehog… who giggles when I do this.”

“STAHAHAP—!! Y-YOU JERK—!! THAHAHAT’S UNFAIR—!!”

“I owe you unfair,” Shadow hummed. “For the chili dog comment. For the skateboarding incident. And for jumping in front of that blast when you didn’t have to.”

His fingers found Sonic’s hips and squeezed.

Sonic howled.

Shadow’s rare, gentle smile flickered across his face. “You’re not like me, Sonic.”

Sonic gasped through laughter, squirming helplessly. “N-NOHOHO?!”

“…You’re better.”

He stopped.

Sonic flopped forward against Shadow’s chest, breathless and giggly, but something in his chest felt lighter. He wasn’t crying anymore.

“…That was really manipulative,” he muttered with a flushed face.

“I call it emotional recalibration,” Shadow said coolly.

“…Jerk.”

“Mm.”

Shadow gently rested his chin atop Sonic’s head, holding him close.

And in the quiet that followed… the stars kept shining.

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Can you a story where Sonic got under Knuckles’ nerves so he then thought of a way to get his get back on Sonic?

🥊 “Knuckles’ Comeback Plan” 🌀

Lee!Sonic, Ler!Knuckles | Slightly post-Movie-3 vibes

Sonic had done it again.

Not a full five minutes into their hangout at Tails’ workshop, and he’d already stolen Knuckles’ last chili dog, knocked over a priceless vase, and called him a “red boulder with fists and no fun.”

The echidna stood there twitching.

“You good, Knux?” Sonic smirked, halfway through scarfing down his chili dog, lounging like a smug cat on the couch.

“Peachy,” Knuckles said tightly, crossing his arms. “Absolutely fantastic.”

But internally?

💥 He was planning. 💥

Knuckles wasn’t dumb. He knew trying to tackle Sonic would end in whiplash and another pile of blue blur feathers. No… this time, he needed tactical precision. Psychological warfare. A weak point.

And he knew exactly what that was.

Later that evening, Sonic plopped onto his beanbag, stretching out with a yawn. “Today was awesome,” he muttered. “Can’t believe Tails built that hoverboard from scratch.”

Knuckles sat beside him, suspiciously quiet.

“…You alright, big guy?” Sonic blinked.

“Oh, I’m great,” Knuckles replied smoothly. “Just thinking.”

“…Thinking’s not usually your vibe.”

“Funny.”

Then came the ambush.

Without warning, Knuckles lunged, grabbing Sonic by the ankles and flipping him halfway upside-down before he could react.

“WH-WOAH—?! HEY—!! WHAT ARE YOU—”

“Revenge,” Knuckles said simply.

And then… wiggle wiggle wiggle.

“G-GAHAHAH—!! KN-KNUHUHUCKS!!” Sonic exploded, twisting and flailing. “NOHOHO—N-NOT MY FEET—!!”

“Not so fast now, are we?” Knuckles grinned wickedly, dragging his fingers under Sonic’s toes like he was playing piano.

Sonic howled, arms flapping helplessly. “I-I W-WAS KIDDING ABOUT THE CHILI DOG—!! I’LL GET YOU A NEW ONE I SWEAR—!!”

“Hmm. Tempting offer…” Knuckles narrowed his eyes. “But not tempting enough.”

And he dug in.

“NOHOHOO—!! I’M S-SORRY!! MERCY—!! I’LL BEHAVE—!!”

“You? Behave?” Knuckles paused for dramatic effect, then tapped each toe individually. “Unlikely.”

Sonic’s giggles went feral. The couch cushions were floating. Tails’ ceiling drone was twitching like it wanted to escape the madness.

Eventually, after a solid ten minutes of revenge tickles, Sonic lay there in a heap of giggly fluff, hiccuping and panting.

“You done?” he croaked.

Knuckles sat back smugly. “For now.”

“…That was dirty.”

“I call it tactical enforcement of boundaries.”

“…You’re evil.”

Knuckles gave him a thumbs up. “Thanks.”

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Would you be willing to write another fic of Sonic shadow and Espio tickling silvers palms? Maybe this time his powers spaz and he things start to fly around the room as he’s giggling

He doesn’t even realize he’s floating things around, maybe Sonic gets levitated around the room

And silvers just like pleading and giggling with them but eventually they have to help silver calm down so he can stop levitating things

🌪️ “Float Mode: Activated” 🌪️

Starring: Lee!Silver, Ler!Sonic, Ler!Shadow, and Ler!Espio

It all started with a simple comment.

“Hey, Silver,” Sonic smirked, casually plopping onto the beanbag next to him, “you ever get tickled on your palms?”

Silver blinked, sitting up straighter from where he’d been mid-stretch on the floor. “Huh? My palms??”

“I’ve read it’s a vulnerable pressure point,” Espio added thoughtfully from across the room, tail flicking. “Especially for psychics…”

Shadow didn’t even say anything. He just slowly raised a brow and glanced toward Silver’s hands — which were now slowly, nervously, curling into fists.

“I-If this is a joke, it’s not funny,” Silver said quickly, scooting back. “M-My powers are sensitive when I’m overstimulated, okay? I can’t always control it—”

“So… what you’re saying,” Sonic said, now absolutely beaming, “is that if we did something like…” poke! “…this—”

Silver squeaked. And the coffee table shuddered.

“Oh Chaos,” Espio said flatly. “He’s going to go full float mode.”

“Guys—!! D-Don’t—!!” Silver stammered, but it was far too late.

Within seconds, Shadow had grabbed one wrist, Espio the other, and Sonic wasted zero time swirling his finger in the middle of Silver’s left palm.

“NNggh—!! N-NOHOHOHO—!!” Silver shrieked, head tossing back in giggles as his hands twitched and squirmed helplessly. “I-I CAHAHAN’T—!!”

SQUEAK—KRRRRCH—

A lamp hovered two feet off the ground. The couch rumbled. Sonic suddenly lifted off the floor, legs flailing.

“WHOA—UH—SILVER!!” Sonic called from halfway to the ceiling. “Buddy!! I’m FLYING!!”

Shadow huffed, calmly holding Silver’s squirming hand in his lap like a controller. “You’re making him lose focus. Be gentle.”

“You’re literally holding him down so we can tickle him!!”

“He said stop,” Espio added quietly. “But his aura says ‘please continue’…”

“GUYS!!” Silver wailed, hiccuping with laughter. “I-I’M NOT—DOHOOON’T REHEHEAD AURA—!!”

Meanwhile, four more items floated up — including a potted plant, Sonic’s chili dog leftovers, and Espio’s ninja scrolls. The ceiling fan started spinning wildly.

And yet Sonic just grinned from his levitated position.

“Shadow, he’s got me in orbit.”

“You deserve it.”

Eventually, after five minutes of pure chaos, the trio took mercy on the now-blushing, limp psychic in their arms.

Sonic gently floated back to the floor. Espio carefully reclaimed his scrolls. Shadow, ever the practical one, placed a weighted pillow on Silver’s lap so nothing else would ascend.

Silver lay there giggling breathlessly, teary-eyed and red-faced, hands still twitching like they were haunted.

“…I warned you,” he wheezed.

“And we regret nothing,” Sonic said cheerfully, flopping beside him and ruffling his floof.

Espio added a soft, rare smile. “Your laugh is worth the risk.”

“…That was… mean,” Silver whispered, slowly curling back into a puddle of flustered limbs.

Shadow scoffed — then pulled him close.

“You survived,” he muttered. “Barely.”

“Remind me to float you next time,” Silver grumbled.

Sonic grinned. “Oh you can try~”

[tickle-headcanons]

Could you write a fic about shadow being trapped in a burrito blanket and silver and sonic teasing him? Since he can’t really move

🌯 “Chaos Contained” 🌯

(Shadow in a burrito blanket. Sonic and Silver. It gets silly.)

Shadow the Hedgehog — the Ultimate Lifeform, the Chaos Warrior, the brooding protector of the planet — …was currently burrito’d.

Wrapped tighter than a Christmas present, arms tucked to his sides and legs bundled together in a thick fleece tortilla blanket. Only his face, floof, and twitchy socked feet peeked out.

“…This is degrading,” Shadow muttered, glaring at the ceiling.

“Degradingly adorable, you mean,” Silver snickered, perched beside him on the bed with stars in his eyes. “Sonic, look! He’s like a grumpy little enchilada~!”

Sonic, leaning against the doorframe with a devious smirk, folded his arms. “Aw, Shads, I told you not to fall asleep on the couch. Rookie move. Rookie move.”

“You ambushed me.”

“We bundled you with love~” Silver corrected sweetly, reaching over to fix the blanket edge like tucking in a child. Shadow growled.

Sonic stepped closer and crouched. “Hmmm… can’t move… can’t fight back… got some very exposed lil’ socks…”

“Don’t,” Shadow warned, eye twitching.

“Don’t what?” Sonic replied with way too much innocence, already reaching.

“I swear—”

fsshhh went the fingers against his foot.

“NGH—!!”

Shadow jerked like he’d been zapped, the blanket squishing tighter around him from the movement. Sonic grinned.

“Wait—WAIT!” Shadow snapped. “Not my—!!”

Sonic and Silver didn’t wait.

Within seconds, Shadow was squeaking and writhing as four hands wrecked his socked feet. Sonic had them pinned in his lap, fingers spidering across the heels and arches, while Silver danced his fingers along the toes with maddening precision.

“G-Ghh—!! I-If you dare—!”

“Ohh we dare,” Sonic teased. “You should see the way your toes twitch when I do this—”

“Eep—!!”

“And his feet are so soft! Like you’ve never walked a day in your life,” Silver giggled.

“I hover.” Shadow growled. “Unlike you pests—!!”

“Oh wow, rude,” Sonic said, mock offended. “Guess we’ll just have to tickle the edge off ya~”

The teasing didn’t stop. Sonic started blowing raspberries on his sock soles. Silver used one finger to swirl lazy circles on his heel while murmuring about “data collection.”

Shadow was LOSING IT. Every squirm just tightened the burrito. His face was redder than a Chaos Blast.

At one point, Sonic booped his nose and whispered: “Aww, our little spicy wrap’s getting all flustered~”

“Let’s call him a Shadorito,” Silver added helpfully.

“Kill me.”

“Not before dessert~” Sonic winked.

Eventually the tickles slowed — Sonic resting his chin on Shadow’s burrito’d side, Silver plopping beside his feet with a sleepy grin.

Shadow was red-faced, breathless, and quietly fuming.

“…You both are menaces.”

“We love you too,” Silver cooed, patting his foot.

“…Can I at least be unwrapped now?”

Sonic snorted. “Nope. You’re our comfy Shadow snack until bedtime.”

Shadow groaned and dropped his head back.

…But he didn’t protest again.

[tickle-headcanons]

May I request Sonic wrecking Classic?

💨 “Too Fast to FLEE~” 💙

(Modern!Sonic wrecks Classic!Sonic — Tickle Fic)

There were very few things in the multiverse that Modern Sonic enjoyed more than a good race.

But this?

This was better.

“C’mon shortstack, you were talking a big game a second ago~” Sonic cooed, striding slowly toward Classic Sonic with a wiggly-fingered grin. “What happened to ‘I’m the fastest thing alive’?”

Classic Sonic, standing on the couch with puffed-up cheeks and arms folded, shook his head furiously. His foot stomped once. A tiny, silent “hmph!”

“Ohh, don’t give me attitude now~” Sonic teased, flashing around the couch and appearing right behind him. “You squeaked when I poked your side earlier. That means you activated the game, little dude.”

Classic Sonic’s ears twitched.

He looked left. He looked right.

Too late.

Sonic pounced.

“GOTCHA!!”

“MMMPHH—!!”

What followed could only be described as giggle chaos. Classic Sonic kicked and wriggled like a cornered Looney Tune, curled into a ball as his older counterpart dug in with the most merciless scribbly fingers imaginable.

“Aw, man, your laugh is SO CUTE! What’s this? Pbbffft— is that a snort I just heard??” Classic Sonic shook his head rapidly, face beet red.

“Still no talking, huh? That’s okay — I’ll just have to read your laugh like subtitles~” “PFFTH—!! HEHEH-HMMMPHH!!” (translation: STAAHAP!!)

Sonic poked his belly, which made him jerk so hard he bonked the pillow. “Ohh this is so getting added to my mental list: ‘Classic Sonic’s Top 5 Weak Spots.’ Belly’s #1~”

He tried going under his arms.

Classic arched with a squeaky wheeze, legs kicking like he was running in the air.

“Oooh, sensitive there too, huh? Gotcha, little guy~” Sonic cackled, now full-on straddling him to keep him from rolling away.

Classic Sonic pawed at his hands. Muffled giggles escaped between pressed lips. His tail was flicking wildly. He was so doomed.

Eventually, Sonic eased off — plopping beside the giggly bean who now lay limp across the couch, panting and hiccuping.

“Had enough?” he asked casually, nudging Classic’s nose.

Classic glared weakly, but there was a soft pink blush of trust behind his eyes.

“…Heh. That’s what I thought.” Sonic ruffled his spikes fondly. “You’re lucky I like you, ya little speedster.”

Classic Sonic wobbled upright… and promptly dove into Sonic’s side with a silent revenge poke.

Sonic yelped. “WH—HEY!!” Classic just grinned.

“…Oh you’re on.”

Round two was inevitable.

[tickle-headcanons]

(Another Minor scatters up to you!)

Have you ever done Lee!golden cheese? Or like ler!burning spice? I imagine this happens after her awakening and she didn’t notice burping lice (IM SORRY BURNING SPICE-), sneaking into her bedroom and WRECKS her to giggles- Okay byeee!!

(POOF!)

OHOHOHOHOHOHO YES >:3 YOU SHALL RECEIVE

✨👑 “The Queen’s Wake-Up Call” 👑✨

Golden Cheese Cookie x Burning Spice Cookie | Tickle Fic | Ler!Spice, Lee!Golden | Post-Awakening Shenanigans

Golden Cheese Cookie yawned, stretching with a regal sigh as she reclined into the lavish pillows of her throne-bed.

Since her awakening, her court had been buzzing—Toffee-nosed nobles, loyal followers, and very tired ancient heroes asking for guidance. Being a divine queen again was… exhausting.

So this morning? She allowed herself some rest.

Or at least, she tried to.

Because as she snuggled deeper into her silken comforter…

A shadow flickered across the golden light.

“…What do you want,” she mumbled, eyes still closed. “If this is about the sandstorm complaint again, I swear—”

“Shhh~ I’m not a whiny noble,” a low voice teased from beside the bed. “Just a spicy visitor with some unfinished business~”

Golden Cheese Cookie blinked one eye open.

“…You.”

Burning Spice Cookie grinned. One knee perched on the edge of the bed. Eyes glittering.

“You fell asleep mid-brag last night,” she said casually, running a claw lightly along the queen’s side.

Golden Cheese twitched.

“Y-you wouldn’t dare—!”

“Oh? What happened to ‘no mortal dares defy the radiant Golden Queen’?” she purred. “Guess that title doesn’t protect *here*” —SKKRRITCH!

A squeak broke out of Golden Cheese’s lips before she smacked a pillow over her face to smother the rest.

Her cheeks were already pink. “BURNING SPICE—!!”

“Yes, that’s me~” she chirped—now straddling the edge of the bed and relentlessly scribbling her fingers under Golden Cheese’s arms.

The queen was in shambles.

Squirming. Giggling helplessly. Holding her sides like her divine form couldn’t withstand something so silly.

“I-I AM THE ETERNAL—! E-EHEKHEHEEE!—GUARDIAN OF THE—! PFFTHAHAHA—!!”

“You’re the eternal giggle biscuit today~” Burning Spice taunted, completely unbothered by the royalty status she was wrecking.

She poked her belly. “What’s this? A tummy temple~?” She scribbled her ribs. “Nope, sounds like a laugh cave~!”

Golden Cheese Cookie tried to roll away—only for her silky bedspread to betray her, causing her to flump back down in a flurry of giggles.

Her crown? Slightly crooked. Her aura? Still golden—but flickering between divine wrath and complete ticklish devastation.

“I-I will—I will smite you! I sw-SWEHEHEHEEAR IT—!”

Burning Spice paused. Just for a second.

Then leaned down close.

“…You’re not stopping me though~”

Golden Cheese Cookie flushed.

“…I-I forgot how,” she mumbled, melting back into the bed.

Later, when Burning Spice finally let up, the queen was a boneless, giggly mess. Still smoldering with faux indignation but too tickle-drunk to act on it.

“…You are impossible,” Golden Cheese grumbled as she adjusted her crown. “A menace to the throne.”

Burning Spice Cookie just smirked, tossing an arm behind her head as she laid beside her.

“You love it.”

Golden Cheese Cookie looked away… but couldn’t hide the tiny, amused smile forming on her lips.

“…Maybe.”