#Ticklish!Sammy

[cringemesstickles]

Howls Of Laughter

(TickleTober Day 8: Nuzzles)

Summary: 18yo Dean decides to grow a beard. 14yo Sam thinks he looks ridiculous.

Word Count: 1456

A/N: Another SPN fic because I want to 🤭

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The Winchester boys were growing up, but some things never really changed… except for Dean’s facial hair.

Dean, now eighteen, had made the impulsive decision to grow out his stubble. He pitched the idea to Sam randomly one day at a diner, insisting he needed a new look. Sam however was quite positive that it had little to do with self expression, and more to do with impressing girls…

A few weeks later, Sam hadn’t really paid much attention to any new features since he didn’t think Dean would actually go through with it. He thought his brother would grow it, hate it, and shave it all off without ever acknowledging it.

The younger had been in his own world, his nose predictably buried in a thick book as he lounged on the worn-out couch in the motel room.

The older Winchester was standing on the other side of the room, looking in a mirror and inspecting the new facial hair. It wasn’t as thick as their father’s by any means, but it was fairly scruffy. He had never really tried to grow a beard before… it definitely different from the light stubble he was used to, but he figured the ladies were into the rugged look nowadays.

He let his gaze wander from his face, seeing Sam in the mirror. He could see that his little brother was deep into whatever he was reading, but that never stopped him from bugging the kid before.

He turned around and sauntered over, perching himself on the arm of the couch.

“Hey, Sammy. How do you like the new addition?”

Sam looked a bit irritated about his reading time being disturbed. He didn’t really care about whatever Dean was blabbering about… he just wanted to enjoy some peace and quiet for once. Nevertheless, he sighed, looking up to acknowledge the elder.

What he wasn’t expecting was for his brother to look like a damn wolverine.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly as they landed on the new beard, and he had to do a double take.

When the hell did that happen?

“Uh… Dean?”

Dean smirked, stroking his facial hair. “Yeah? Lay it on me, little brother.”

Oh, Sam would lay it on him alright.

The shorter boy set the book in his lap and covered his mouth with his hand.

“You look like a werewolf.” He said with a snicker that was bordering on full laughter as he saw the offended expression on his brother’s face.

The older Winchester’s expression faltered but he quickly gave a smirk, trying to recover from the blow to his ego.

“A werewolf, or a handsome lumberjack?”

That was all it took for Sam to fall over on his side, clutching his stomach as he burst into loud, mocking laughter.

“A-A handsome lumberjack?! You’re such a dork!!” Barked the younger, unable to control his amused reactions.

Dean grimaced and crossed his arms. “Quit laughing, Sammy! You’re just jealous that I can grow a beard and you can’t.”

That only drew more laughter from the boy, tears starting to prick at his eyes.

“Oh, please… I’d rather be able to enjoy a full moon!”

Dean’s eye twitched as his little brother continued to cackle, a hint of annoyance growing within him. Y’know what? If the kid wanted to be a sassy little shit, so be it.

“Fine! You wanna see a werewolf?! I’ll show you a werewolf!”

With a growl, Dean lunged at his younger brother, pinning him down with little effort. Sam gasped, eyes widening as he processed the threat.

“W-Wait, no, don’t! I-I didn’t- EEK!”

The kid fell into fresh laughter when his older brother dove down and began nuzzling at his tummy with his scruffy face, the scratchy whiskers rubbing against his soft skin, which immediately quivered on contact.

“Dehehehean, nooo! I-I’m sorry! Hahaha!”

A wicked grin spread across Dean’s face as a low chuckle rumbled deep from his chest.

“It’s a little late for that, kid. You hurt this werewolf’s feelings and now you have to pay!” He gave a playful growl, shaking his head back and forth, making sure the boy felt every bristle on his face.

Of course he wasn’t ACTUALLY hurt. He was just being a goof for the sake of it. Besides… he hadn’t seen Sam laugh that hard in what felt like forever. That uncontrollable belly laughter was the type of sound that he usually had to tickle out of him, but he didn’t have to this time.

It was just a bonus.

The nuzzles continued with full force, drawing squeal after squeal from the poor boy. He shoved at his brother’s head to no avail, kicking his legs and twisting his sides. But no matter which way Sam wriggled, Dean followed, making sure the soft belly got an appropriate amount of torment.

“No escaping, kiddo! You poked the beast, now you face the consequences!”

“Noooo! I’m sorry! P-Please stohohohop!”

Sam’s pleas were becoming more desperate and Dean could tell he was legitimately running out of breath, so he decided to give him a small break, pulling away and giving a cheeky grin.

His heart melted when he saw his brother’s cute, smiling face.

“Aww, is little Sammy too ticklish? Should’ve thought about that before provoking the werewolf, kid!”

Sam’s cheeks were bright red and only seemed to darken at the teasing. He panted for air, trying to glare at his big brother, though it was quite difficult to look angry when there was a goofy smile stuck on his face.

“Y-You’re a jerk… I hope you- AHH!”

The threat was cut short as Sam squealed once more and let out a shrieky guffaw, tossing his head back and writhing with renewed vigor. Dean had swiftly bent down again, but this time, he blew a big raspberry on his brother’s belly.

After each raspberry, he went straight back for another. It wasn’t long before Sam was gasping again, cherry red and struggling to breathe. When the laughter went silent, Dean decided to stop for good, ruffling his brother’s hair and helping him sit up.

Sam clutched his stomach, panting and giggling with tear stained cheeks.

“T-That was mehehean…” he mumbled, slumping into the couch.

Dean just snorted at that and lightly shoved his brother, giving a sly smirk.

“You loved it. But you might’ve been right… maybe I should leave the bearded look to dad.”

Sam nodded. “Definitely… the werewolf look doesn’t suit you, jerk.”

The elder scoffed and jabbed the kid in the shoulder “Bitch.”

The familiar banter made Sam smile, but he quickly regained a snarky tone.

“Now, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“For the love of all that is holy, go shave that thing off… unless you want dad to mistake you for a werewolf.”

Dean rolled his eyes, hopping off the couch and starting for the bathroom.

As the older Winchester stood up to head to the bathroom, Sam’s giggles finally started to die down, but he was still watching his brother with that impish grin.

Dean paused in front of the bathroom door, turning back with a raised brow.

“You got somethin’ to say, nerd?”

Sam bit his lip, trying to suppress the teasing comment forming on his tongue, but couldn’t resist. “You sure you’re not gonna howl at the moon before you shave that thing off?”

Dean gave an exaggerated eye roll, but his lips twitched into a smirk.

“You’re just begging for a round two.” He glared playfully as a warning, causing the younger to widen his eyes and raise his hands in surrender.

“N-No! I’m good!” Sam’s laughter bubbled up again, the thought alone making him nervous. “I don’t think I could survive another werewolf attack…”

Dean snorted, but his expression softened a bit.

“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll let you off the hook this time… But, next time you make fun of me, you’re screwed. I may not be a werewolf, but I am part tickle monster. Consider yourself warned.”

Sam’s cheeks flushed a bit, but he was still smiling widely. He huffed and leaned on the armrest of the couch, giggling at the silly threat.

“Duly noted, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

And with that, Dean disappeared into the bathroom. And when he re-emerged, he was no longer a scruffy werewolf… just regular old Dean Winchester.

“There… ya happy now?” Asked the older brother, stroking his face which was back to its regular stubbled state.

Sam grinned at the sight. “Very. You look like a regular old dork again.”

Hearing yet another sassy insult, Dean huffed with exasperation.

“You’re never gonna quit sassing me, are you?”

Sam simply smiled cheekily, giving a quick, “Nope.”

The kid was a brat… but at least he was honest. And Dean frankly wouldn’t have him any other way.

[cringemesstickles]

MY HEART LEAPED OUTTA MY CHEST, OH MY GOODNESS!!!

IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE STORY! 🥺👉👈

I totally agree Sam is a lil cutie pie 😔💞

I read the cutest sam/gabriel fic by @cringemesstickles and I really wanted to draw something based on

Sam's smile is just precious ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠).⁠ﾟ⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

[ticklethentopple]

I need to speak out about this:

I am sorry but, if you have a blog about this it is more than just a normal interest.

I spend about 3 hours today reading studies and looking up termology and I am ready to break this down for people who are not into reading scientific papers and doing research for hours.

The way people like tickling in this community can be boiled into two different points:

-A fetish (something that is necessary to archive orgasm)

-A kink/nonsexual kink (something that you enjoy in a sexual/sensual context that is different from the norm)

Even tho you might not want to call it kink or fetish due to it making you feel uncomfortable, it is stil important to be aware of what you are expiriencing.

It also is important in the context of who you interact with and especially consent when it comes to people who might not know about/understand this.

At the bottom line tickling is giving you a physical reactions (blushing/being flustered/getting into a lee/ler mood) that isn't always acompanied by a groin reaction (being turned on/horny). But the reaction of being flustered/blushy is a form of sexual arousal. Even if you don't have any other body responses.

To boil it down the main nerve/your nervoussystem sees the thing you are attracted to and gives you a fuckton of good hormones. This also happens when you are anxious about something (like a rollercoaster). The response of adrenaline can make you feel similary, hense why fear and arousal are so close to each other.

But this still means you are having a physical reaction to the topic of tickling.

Your body is reacting to it. The butterflies and blushing is not just a mental thing, your body is actually getting into a state of mind that is similar to seeing a person you are attracted to.

Just like how the thought of kissing or hugging, or being close with your crush makes you feel this way, tickling does too. Because it is the same kind of mental reaction.

It's attraction.

You are arttracted to tickling. It makes you feel arousal.

And yes hyperfixations and special interests might make you feel happy and giddy, just like tickling. Your hyperfixation won't make you blush or flustered. Except if they are on a person/character, who you are attracted to.

Kink attraction is a huge thing too, people refer to it mostly as lee or ler crushes, but it is a form of attraction. You blush get flustered, fantasize about it etc. the same way someone would with a sexual or romantic crush.

To me tickling is both a love language and a kink, despite me not getting aroused by it. I know that I am by all means attracted to tickling. TIckling can be a cuddly comfort thing for me, but it can also be a more intamite thing for me.

But just because I am looking at/wanting more soft cuddly tickles doesn't mean I am less attracted to tickling. The same way a lot of kinks can be more sensual, or sex can be more sensual.

Liking more "Innocent" scenarios doesn't mean you are different from someone who might be into the more kinky type. To me kinky tickles also "just" make me flustered and blushy. But not horny or turned on.

It's okay to be uncomfortable with the label of kink or fetish and just say you like tickling. Having a kink is nothing bad, feeling sexual attraction is nothing bad. It is not icky, it is normal and perfectly fine.

Even if you are ace or sex repulsed like me.

[guppygiggles]

settled 💙

for @smolknismofox !

🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞

[thebest-medicine]

SURPRISED MYSELF bc I actually had more than one of each??? In my drafts??? I have a little short bkdk one with mostly lee bakugo that I’ll post later today AND then I’m working on finishing up these:

another that is bkdk with mostly lee Izuku (bakugo slowly becoming more and more enamored with Izuku’s smile/laugh)

one lee bakugo with bakusquad and some bkdk (bakugo insisting he is not ticklish but being proven wrong by his friends)

one mean cr one with fjord and lee molly (interrogation for a prank)

day 27 hysterical - tickletober final fic with lee molly and some mildly spicy widomauk (continuation of day 19 arms up)

good evening fellow nerds… time for a reading…

🔮🔮🔮

ahh, it seems both lee bakugo and lee mollymauk fics are in your future~

[morurui]

I love the small details in Chaos Theory that let us in to how close the nublar six have gotten over the years. Like that fact that instead of straight up going for Ben’s keys, Sammy tickles Ben implying that everyone knows that Ben is incredibly ticklish.

[t3a-tan]

Romantic and Hopeless (7/?)

First / Previous / Next

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Packing went pretty quickly. Oscar just chucked some spare clothes into his rucksack along with his phone, a water bottle, and some snacks. He took some stuff from the first aid kit, and some toiletries, but he was trying to pack light.

He could tell Sammy was getting more and more antsy as time went on— every time he glanced in her direction she was fidgeting more, her eyes darting towards the door. Not wanting to make her wait any more he finally grabbed a sleeping bag and rolled it up, putting it over his shoulder after zipping up his coat.

I think that's everything.

Walking back over to his bedside table where Sammy had been waiting anxiously he gave a sheepish smile, leaning down and offering his palm again.

“You ready..?”

Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he was ready. None of this felt real— the fact that his soulmate was shorter than his fingers, or the fact that there was a crazy doctor with a gun who would be coming after him. Just weeks ago he was worried about Sammy, but knew nothing more about her situation than that she was scared.

And now he was leaving his home for who knows how long, just to evade the danger of a mad man. Luckily he already didn't care much about his school attendance. Regardless, someone else's life took priority over something like school— he wasn't putting Sammy’s life in danger for an A-Level.

Oscar watched with bated breath as the weight of the borrower settled in his palm once again; so light that he hardly knew she was there. His fingers twitched at the ticklish feeling of her getting comfortable, but he held still, waiting patiently for her to be ready so he could lift her to his pocket.

“A-alright… I'm ready.” She spoke, her gaze turning up towards him and causing Oscar's face to heat up a little— not enough for her to notice hopefully. He nodded, raising his hand as he stood up straight, using the fingers on his other hand to hold the pocket on his coat open so she could drop in easier.

He watched as she shuffled across his palm, peeking into the pocket warily, seeming to debate herself on how to get in without hurting her ankle. Oscar winced. That problem had completely slipped his mind, but he let Sammy try to figure it out, not wanting to be too overbearing.

Soon enough she dropped inside and Oscar let his hand fall back to his side, looking down into his pocket.

“Sorted?”

He smiled at her nod and the offer of the tiniest thumbs up he had ever seen, holding back a chuckle.

“Kay. I won't close it for now, but if you want me to then just shout me, yeah?” Once again he waited for her confirmation, and once he got it he began to move, giving his room one last glance before closing the door.

He walked down the stairs, eyes drawn to the base of the bannister as he recalled Sammy's earlier fall. Humans could die falling down the stairs— he was relieved that she was still in one piece though the thought that she had been so scared she would make such a risky manoeuvre troubled him.

I can't expect her to trust me so quickly. I should've paid more attention… I can't just do stuff absentmindedly like grabbing her again.

He internally scolded himself, as much as he knew that it wouldn't change what had already happened. For now he needed to focus on getting to somewhere safe, and hopefully whilst Sammy was with him she would start to understand that he wasn't a threat.

Oscar dumped the bowl of shreddies out with a regretful expression. I don't like wasting food but…I'm in a hurry. With that he took his set of keys and locked the door behind him, this time having the sense to cover himself at least a little with a hat.

He kept his hood up and his head down, watching his boots as he walked along the pavement. Sammy was quiet, and Oscar couldn't help but glance into his pocket every now and then to check on her, part of him still worried that she might disappear at any moment; that she wasn't real and he was just crazy.

But there she was, laying in his pocket like it was an oversized hammock, picking at the threads of her dirty gown or inspecting her scrapes with an intense focus. It didn't matter what she was doing, she was a marvel to look at…

Her resilience was plain as day, and Oscar couldn't fathom why he would be matched with someone like her. He was a quitter of many things— the only thing he'd really ever been committed to was looking after his mum and getting a new vape whenever his current one ran out of juice.

A survivor? Maybe. Resilient? No.

His mum had told him many times that it wasn't his fault he got like this, but Oscar still felt like he wasn't doing enough. He wasn't living up to his potential, he wasn't hitting the milestones he should be, almost every adult in his life didn't expect much.

Singing. That was really all he had going for him. And even then, the thought of actually putting himself out there for others to see and judge was more than he could handle.

Absentmindedly he hummed a little self-soothing tune to himself.

He looked up at the sky for a moment, seeing how the sun was shining past the clouds despite the cold weather, illuminating his face. He winced in the sunlight, readjusting his sunglasses and looking down again.

He could remember being younger and enjoying playing out in the sun— but now even catching a glimpse left his head with a dull ache. He winced and kept walking. I hate going outside in the mornings…

It didn't take long for him to reach one of the nearby forests— the biggest one in the area in fact. It was shaded which brought much relief to Oscar's sensitive eyes, and felt like an easier way to evade the attention of Ryker.

There were no cameras here, that much he knew… in the more thickly wooded area there was an abandoned cabin that he and Freddie had hung out in a few times when they wanted to get away. Sure, it wasn't fully intact, but it had walls and a ceiling which made it better than sleeping on the forest floor.

“Hey, Sammy—” He looked down into his pocket and paused upon noticing she had fallen into a light sleep, her hands still clutching onto part of her gown in a loose but present grip. His heart swelled at the sight, seeing her stir once he stopped walking.

Was it the sway of my walk? Or my humming? Either way, I'm sure she was exhausted after the hectic morning she had. I know I am.

He decided not to comment on her brief sleep, not wanting to potentially embarrass her.

“Hey, Sammy.” He repeated again, pretending it was the first time. She looked up and met his gaze with a squint, silently questioning what he wanted. Oscar offered a reassuring smile. “We're in a forest now. There's no one nearby, if you want to come out and have a stretch then you can.”

He jolted at the sound of a bird screech from above, but as it seemed far off in the distance he ignored it. Sammy looked similarly startled.

“Forgot what those things sounded like…ugh.” She remarked, which made Oscar let out a sad chuckle. Although her tone was playful in the same way she usually was when they were talking telepathically, the truth of the statement made it sad. He didn't doubt that she really had forgotten what a bird sounded like.

“Are you…sure it's safe..?” She questioned more seriously, but Oscar could hear the nervousness hidden underneath. He glanced around once more before nodding.

“Yeah. If a bird decides you'll make a nice meal it'll have to chirp at me first.” He declared confidently, beaming as he heard a faint snort of laughter escape her, as quiet as it was.

“Alright…I'll come out. Just…be careful with me please…” She agreed with only a brief moment of hesitation.

Oscar nodded, reaching carefully into the pocket until he managed to catch her waist like before, gently pinching down and lifting her up. Once she was out of the pocket he released her onto his palm, fingers curling inwards slightly to form a barrier between her and the deadly drop to the grass.

He held his hand close to his chest just to make sure no birds actually did decide that Sammy would make a great target, but didn't cover her just to make sure she got a chance to look around.

“There are no windows down here.” He remembered their first conversation— and he could see by the spark of wonder in her eyes that it really had been a long time since she got to see anything outside of that basement. He let his hand stray from his chest slightly as he slowly crouched down, letting Sammy onto the ground before moving into a laying position.

In a shaded area, he could look up just fine as long as he wore his sunglasses, and he had lay in this forest many times when he felt like he needed a break from life. He took a deep breath, laying his head back on his arms that were folded behind him.

It was cold, but Oscar always preferred the winter weather.

“W-what are you doing?”

He glanced down to his side when he heard her confused questioning. He offered a lopsided smile in return.

“Breathing. It's nice, ‘int it? The fresh air and stuff.” Oscar looked back up at the branches above, most of which were missing leaves, but some were still fairing well even in the cold. He took in another deep breath. “Makes you forget that crazy geezer’s after us, right?”

“...right.” Oscar could tell she wasn't as enthusiastic about it, which was understandable. He doubted she had fully slowed down and relaxed for a very very long time. As he looked down at her he could tell that she was more focused on him than enjoying her surroundings. He slowly turned onto his side so the he was facing her better, seeing that she stumbled back slightly in response but didn't run.

“Try it. It's been a stressful…forever, hasn't it? I come here when I need help getting my head on straight. Closest I get to feeling like a kid again… maybe it'll help you relax, yeah?” He lay back again, closing his eyes.

He peeked them open after a few moments and saw that Sammy had actually lay down, her eyes closed in what looked more like an uncomfortable wince than anything relaxed, constantly shifting her position or fidgeting. Once she seemed to be mostly settled, he spoke again, shutting his eyes.

“Now take a deep breath…” He breathed in and after a moment he heard the very faint sound of an inhale coming from his right side. “And breathe out…” He exhaled and she followed suit.

Oscar opened his eyes again and looked over at her, smiling warmly.

“Feel better?”

He watched as she seemed to think about it, not responding for a few moments. Then finally…

“Um. No. I don't see how breathing would help…” She spoke bluntly, seeming genuinely confused. Oscar was taken off guard by the matter-of-fact response and couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Sammy flushed red at this, protesting. “I-I've never been much of a nature person and it's cold— it's not that funny..!”

“It— It’s not that— it's just…I was surprised, that's all.” He chuckled again, much to her dismay. Really Oscar found her flustered reaction adorable and wanted to comment on it but held back to avoid making her feel uncomfortable. Not to mention, she still didn't know that he knew he was her soulmate yet.

Sammy continued to shoot him a look, sitting up fully and brushing the dirt off of herself and muttering.

“What's funny about it, asshole…” He knew the insult was in jest, so he took no offence to it— he and Freddie had called each other much worse whenever they were bantering. The only thing that stopped him from laughing was how she paled after, recoiling away from him as if he would be angry.

Oscar's expression softened, a smile still present on his face as a sign of barely contained laughter. He cleared his throat, recognising what was wrong and knowing he needed to make it clear to her that he wasn't going to hurt her, regardless of whatever insult she chucked his way.

“Hey hey… Sammy. When I said you can call me whatever you want, that did include insults. I'm not upset, promise. And I'll stop laughing, okay?” His tone was careful. Luckily, unlike the last time Sammy had freaked out, she was quick to relax again. Or…relax as much as she could.

Sammy was in deep thought again— she seemed to do that a lot, even mid conversation she would have such long thoughtful pauses in between. Oscar waited, simply admiring how the winter sun lit up her features… and he noticed she was shaking.

Oh. Right…I'm in a coat, she's not even got shoes. No wonder she couldn't relax, dumbass.

He moved to push himself up, mouth opening in order to offer her a place back in his pocket…then suddenly a weight hit him right in the chest, winding him and causing him to hit his head back against the forest floor with a wince of pain.

Despite his initial surprise from the attack, as his ears registered Sammy's frightened cry his hand immediately shot towards her to try to protect her. His eyes widened as he realised that the weight on his chest that had left him reeling and breathless was a bird. A big one at that.

Just as he managed to get his breath back enough to focus on getting Sammy away from the giant bird of prey, a shout stopped him in his tracks.

“Get your hand away from her..!”

Oscar watched in shock as a man just as tiny as Sammy hopped off of the back of a buzzard that was about 4-5 times his size with the confidence of a dragon rider. He walked across his chest, wielding a rather intimidating porcupine quill in one hand, fire in his eyes.

It was familiar, in a way.

With dark almond skin, and slicked back hair that was almost black, he really did look like he could be related to Sammy. The only major differences were his green eyes that matched Oscar's own, and the tiny pair of spectacles sat atop his nose.

Oscar leaned his head back instinctively when the quill was pointed at his face, but he didn't move his hand from where it was, wary of the bird still perched on his chest. The threatening borrower took notice of his gaze and hummed, thinking…

All very familiar.

“Gale is harmless to borrowers. Now release my cousin, or I will demonstrate just how deeply this quill can embed itself into your skin.” His expression hardened and Oscar swallowed nervously, knowing just by the look in the tiny man's eyes that he would definitely stab him if he thought he was a threat.

Maybe this forest isn't so relaxing. Oscar blinked.

“Wh— Wait…cousin?!”

[saturnzskyzz]

This is mainly a ficlet until I write more of the actual fanfic about this show.. I have so many ideas, it's insane.

Family reunion

Lee: Ben

Ler: Bumpy

Summary

Ben reunites with Bumpy. As both were excited to see each other, bumpy couldn't help her excitement. Let's say that Ben gets a tickly warm welcome.

Warning

Tickling

・divider credits・

Gray

Heartbeat

"Ah! Bumpy! I can't believe it, haha!" Ben says, excited to see his Dino friend, running around the open field not far out from Sammy's place.

Ever since their rescue from the stranded island, the gang had been off to do their own thing for a while. But since they all collectively decided to live on the island, where work was made to get the island "dinosaur free" in a safely manner, they've been collectively working on themselves, and what they were wanting to do and pursue for the rest of their lives.

But since the hunt; Ben, Darius, and soon Sammy, will have to get on the road before the "hunters" get to them.

As much as Darius and Ben were in a hurry-still hadn't told Sammy because of her cut-in small talk. They were dragged into seeing Sammy's surprise out back, near her little farm area.

And a surprise it was!

"Ah! Ahaha, Buhuhumpy! H-hohohold on now gihirl!" Ben giggled. He lightly tried to bat away Bumpy's face as she muzzled into Ben, who was currently laying on the floor due to Bumpy pushing him over in excitement.

"Awee! Look at them! I've never seen Bumpy happier until this very moment!" Sammy said, squealing in excitement. She stared at them in awe, filled with happiness that the two were finally reunited. It's been hard trying to get Bumpy all the way out to her home, but luckily she had managed.

"Wow! H-how did you do it, Sammy?! This is amazing!" Darius said, looking at her with a shocked expression.

"Oh, it was nothin'! As long as our dear friend is happy, there ain't no story to tell." Sammy said, smiling her worries away.

Bumpy made a sound of happiness, as she dug more into Ben's neck and chest, still trying to get the excitement wiggles out of herself.

"Ehehehaha! Ihihi'm hahahappy to sehehee you tohoo, buhumper cahar!" Ben gave Bumpy some loving pets to the head, as he tried to signal Bumpy to let up on the nuzzling because of how ticklish it was for him.

"Ohohokay girl! Thahat's ehenough- plehehease!" Ben tried to wiggle out of her grasp, momentarily causing his beanie to slip off his head-but it seemed that she wasn't letting up anytime soon. She knew that Ben was happy in this moment, and if her nuzzling is signaling her any sight of happiness from Ben, then she continued.

When Ben figured out that Bumpy wasn't letting up anytime soon, he settled to just wing it out until Bumpy was satisfied.. Unfortunately he doesn't think that's going to happen anytime soon.

As for Sammy and Darius, taking in the wholesome scene, they were both astonished by how happy the two seemed to be. Almost like they haven't seen them this happy in a long time..

"Ihi don't think I've seen bumpy this happy to see Ben before.. Nor have I heard that laugh from Ben in a looong time!" Darius remarked, showing a bit of empathy. Sure, they've had their fun before, where Ben would let loose and be himself, but it wasn't the type of happiness that he's been known to see as for when Ben is around Bumpy. He's really got a soft spot for the dinosaur..

"Guhuhuys, ahaha lihihittle help,, plehehease?!" Ben asked, overwhelmed of the situation now. He kicked his legs to accidentally show how much the nuzzling has gotten to him, as he still tried to get Bumpy to stop with the affectionate Nuzzling as he seemed that laying limp wasn't actually going to do anything.

"Ohokay! Okay! C'mon Darius, let's help the poor soul out of his ticklish agony." Sammy said, jogging up to Ben and Bumpy.

"Ohon it!" Darius halfly shouted out, now jogging up to them as well.

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[st4rrmii]

The People have Spoken, here are my absolutely Baseless Ben Headcanons

(Cut because theres a lot)

-Has lower back dimples

-Is generally a "Will listen to anything" person, he started as a lil hater but eventually caved and realized that being a hater isn't fun (sometimes)

-Had a bunny growing up named Freckles

-His comfort food is his mom's homemade lasagna, she's make it for him whenever he had a bad day and it always makes him feel better

-Started going to public school after getting back to the mainland, but didn't really make any new friends because he was a hisser

-Can't grow facial hair, like the odd times he gets a stray hair but he's never been able to grow a proper beard or even mustache

-Not used to his height like, at all. Consistantly smacking his head on things.

-One of his favourite artists is Michael Jackson, and his favourite song is Dirty Diana

-Went for like a year with no clothes that fit him after his growth spurt, had maybe 2 pairs of pants he filtered through and any shirts he had fit him like a crop top. Brooklynn eventually caved and took him shopping for more clothes.

-Can secretly actually sing but like no one knows because whenever he sings in front of anyone its just for fun and therefore not his best work

-really good at chess???

-has freckles like everywhere, didn't have as many pre-nublar but they got 'worse' after the island due to the sun

-has a birth mark on his right hip that looks like a malformed heart

-(stealing this from a moot) likes bug shaped food like gummy worms and such

-Will eat out of a boot but won't touch vegetables with a ten foot pole

-The first time he broke a bone was after he got back to mainland and was playing with Bumpy, she knocked him down and he landed wrong and broke his pinky. Sammy does not let him live this down, ever.

-Daddy issues

-Can deal with bugs but has major arachnophobia, will freak out over a tiny spider. Would be horrendously fucked if Wu decided to make giant spiders.

-Spends a lot of time on his hair

-Used to be a mattress on the floor type of guy, luckily his dorm had a proper bed with a frame when he moved in (though prefers the floor mattress, tbh)

-Diagnosis cocktail I fear

-Gotten a little better at drawing with Yaz's help, though only at drawing dinosaurs, still not great at drawing humans

-Tried going to a bar with college friends for his 21st birthday, left the second an older woman started flirting with him

-has mimicking stims, will mimic things other people say or quotes he hears, was stuck saying "Ugh, as if" for months after Brooklynn made him watch clueless

-Says he's good with scary things but is the friend that clings onto whoever hes closest to in haunted houses

-Learned how to use a gun after nublar, doesn't carry or anything but he does have that skill in his back pocket if necessary

-Will buy literally anything that reminds him of Bumpy

-Terrible texter. Like absolutely ass.

-needs sound to sleep, as well as at least a little bit of light

-Sucks at math tbh

-Is the only one of the camp fam who's still ticklish, which makes him very vulnerable at times

-Lowkey king of puppy eyes

[pahtoosh]

Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?

mouthed and dangerous

masterlist

18+

wc: ~460 words

warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.

a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

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“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”

Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”

You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.

“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”

“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.

“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”

If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.

Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.

He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.

Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.

“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”

He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”

You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.

Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”

Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.

“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.

A beat of silence passed.

��Just one,” you said, nervously.

He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.

“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”

You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”

[cringemesstickles]

Wings: The Greatest Fidget Toy Of All Time.

(TickleTober Day 7: Fidget)

Summary: Sam is stressed and becomes fidgety.

Pairings: Sabriel (Sam/Gabriel)

Word Count: 1266

A/N: Third Sabriel fic in a row! Can you tell I love them a little bit? 🤭

This one is only a little angsty in the beginning but it gets really fluffy and sweet

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It was a difficult day for Sam Winchester… everything small felt significantly bigger, and the world seemed to be crushing him and drowning him in stress.

Something about being a hunter, particularly a hunter that’s been to hell and back and seen the world nearly end about a hundred times, is that the future really starts to weigh you down. Anxiety creeps in and every sound, feeling, or occurrence feels like a warning.

It gets absolutely suffocating.

For Sam, it forced him to hide away in his room and burrow under his covers and hope that the world won’t spontaneously combust.

While Sam was doing just that, the archangel, Gabriel, popped up beside his boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed. The sudden dip in the mattress caused the hunter to gasp and shoot up from under the covers, his hair tousled and his eyes wide as he prepared to fist fight any threat in the room.

“Woah there, Sammich! Don’t get too excited to see me.” The archangel teased with a grin, his golden wings flapping slightly behind him as he raised his hands in mock defense.

The Winchester breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression quickly turned sour.

“I’m not in the mood for your games, Gabriel.” He grumbled before laying back down, facing away from his boyfriend.

The trickster cocked his head to the side and raised a brow, not expecting the abnormally cold remark. After a surprise visit, Sam usually relaxed and gave a playfully annoyed response… but this was a real annoyed response.

Gabriel could tell something was up.

“Someone’s down in the dumps, eh?” He hummed, moving closer to his lover and brushing a hand through his hair, trying to offer some form of relaxation and support.

Sam felt himself immediately relax under the gentle touches, leaning back against the archangel and closing his eyes. His brows creased, showing how stressed he really was.

He shuttered. “A little bit…”

Gabriel softened. He laid himself down fully, pressing his body against Sam’s and wrapping an arm around him, resting his chin on the taller man’s shoulder.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Almost instinctively, one of his wings protectively draped over Sam like a blanket.

The younger relaxed further and he felt at least some of his anxiety melt away under the warmth.

“I-I don’t know… the world just feels suffocating…”

As Sam started to talk, one of his hands became drawn to the archangel’s wing, his fingers fidgeting with the soft edge of it. Gabriel didn’t expect it, but he didn’t fully mind… it just felt a bit… sensitive.

“It’s like no matter how many times we stop the apocalypse or the end of the world, there’s always more… I-I hate not being able to predict it… disaster is just always looming over me and I can’t-”

Sam’s anxious ramblings were interrupted by a muffled chuckle. What the hell? Was his boyfriend laughing at him?

Sam continued to fidget, his other hand joining in to play with the feathers, his irritation growing as the archangel continued to laugh.

“What the hell, Gabe? How is that funny?!” He growled, his fingers fussing more intensely as he got more anxious.

When they accidentally dug into the base of the wing, it gave a harsh flap and the archangel fell back, nearly tumbling off the side of the mattress as he barked out a laugh.

“I-I’m not laughing at you!!! Quit messing with my wing like it’s some stress toy!”

Sam startled as his boyfriend hastily sat up, clutching his wing and brushing it off. He tilted his head and observed before a look of realization took over his features. A smile tugged at his lips and he stifled a giggle of his own.

“Oh… ticklish wings, huh?” He snorted, causing a blush to spread on Gabriel’s cheeks.

“Oh, shut up! You’re one to talk about ticklishness!” He pouted playfully, giving Sam’s tummy a poke, which resulted in a squeak and a jolt.

The hunter huffed and shot his boyfriend a glare before becoming slightly mischievous.

“You know, I still feel kind of anxious… I need to keep my hands occupied for a bit.”

He then grabbed the archangels wing to hold it still, using the other to scribble over the soft, feathered surface. Gabriel squawked and fell back, erupting in loud, frantic laughter.

“Sammy, you evil, evil, soul!” He cried, kicking his legs and flapping his free wing while the other twitched helplessly under the gentle assault.

Sam’s fingers were thorough, but careful, not wanting to cause any harm to the golden appendages. He began to notice that as his boyfriend continued to laugh and squirm, the room felt brighter and things suddenly didn’t feel so terrible. He felt the weight lifting from his shoulders and his anxiety melting away.

All this from a little tickling?

Sam began to laugh with the archangel, his eyes crinkling in mirth as his fingers scratched at the most sensitive parts of his lover’s wing. He loved the sound of the archangels laugh… it never failed to rub off on him and draw out a similar sound.

“Sammy, stohohohop! This is torture!” Gabriel whined, his hair mussing up as he whipped his head back and forth. Tears of mirth began to fall and his cheeks were brighter than the Winchester’s expression.

“Why would I stop? This is pretty stress relieving.” Sam teased, but slowed down, not wanting to overstimulate the archangel, knowing that the wings can be quite sensitive. Besides… he felt lighter already.

Gabriel gave Sam a mock glare, seizing the opportunity to push him off and straddle him, his wings flapping playfully.

“You like fidgeting, huh?! Well my wings feel pretty fidgety too!” He growled, smirking at the younger’s wide-eyed expression. Sam looked like a dear in headlights and it was almost impossible for the archangel not to laugh.

“I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine!” With a cheeky grin, Gabriel let the tips of his wings flutter against Sam’s neck, eliciting a burst of embarrassingly squeaky giggles and soft snorts. The gentle flitting of the feathers against his skin was enough to drive him up the wall, but also melt away the rest of his anxiety, leaving none at all.

He felt so happy and… free.

“Hey!! T-That’s cheating!” He protested, shaking his head and using his hands to try and cover his neck, only for the archangel to pin them to the side.

“Oh, I think it’s fair game… you torture my wings, I torture you with my wings.” Gabriel grinned and a squeal rang out as he flicked the tip of his wing against his boyfriend’s ear.

“Oh yeah… totally fair.”

Sam’s laughter echoed through the room, blending with the archangel’s warm chuckles and occasional teasing. For the first time that day, Sam’s chest didn’t feel heavy and his mind wasn’t swimming with dark thoughts.

Gabriel decided to ease up, his fingers brushing gently against Sam’s flushed cheeks as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Feeling a little less suffocated, Samshine?” The older man teased, his golden eyes full of affection.

Sam’s breathing evened out, his giggles fading into contented sighs as he glanced up at his boyfriend, a small, relaxed smile spreading across his lips.

“Yeah…” He whispered, “Thanks, Gabe.”

The archangel grinned, moving to lay beside Sam.

“Anything to get you smiling like that, sugar.”

The rest of their agenda had nothing to do with research or hunting… only cuddles and laughter.

And maybe a little more “fidgeting…”

[soft--dragon]

Taking A Break

Words: 1,794

Warnings: None

This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3

This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.

This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.

Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.

However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.

“Stay away from me, you dick!”

“C’mon Sammy, you can’t seriously still be ticklish can you?”

“I said stay away!”

Sam’s face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didn’t know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.

“We were in the middle of researching!” protests Sam, trying to divert Dean’s attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.

Dean merely scoffs. “Nope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, I’m simply helping you balance work and living.”

“The work kinda is our life, Dean-”

“And there you go again.” Dean sighs impatiently. “Could you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.”

Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Sam’s fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger man’s mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.

“Stohop!” Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.

“Why? You’re laughing, aren’t you? That’s good!”

“Dean, I am going to kill you,” Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.

Dean snorts. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Dean’s awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.

“Goddamnit!”

Sam’s outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. “You gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,” he comments playfully, grabbing his little brother’s swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Sam’s yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.

“No- no, Dean, listen- I’ll take a break, okay? I’ve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. We’ll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.”

Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.

“Tempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.”

With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.

"Dean!"

"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.

"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.

Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."

Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Sam’s sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.

“Aaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."

Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.

"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.

Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"

"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"

"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."

While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.

"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"

"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."

Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"

"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.

Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.

"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.

"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.

Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.

Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.

Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.

"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."

"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."

Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.

"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.

He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.

"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.

"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.

"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Dean’s hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.

“Christ, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,” Sam snickers, yet he didn’t shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.

Dean couldn’t formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.

The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.

The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.

[ticklethentopple]

Throwback Tickletober 2019 Day 17: Ticklefight

[losfacedevil]

Earned It // SFK

a/n~ This one... oooh did she get away from me! I'm not entirely sure where this came from... we're just mixing all the fantasies. WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI! Mentions of oral fixation, toy play, oral (f! recieving), unprotected penetrative sex, touches on a Mommy kink, both sub! and dom! Sam mentions. If I forgot any let me know!

Rainy, dreary and humid days called for a cuddles and movie session on the couch. You didn’t think twice about cranking up the window unit air conditioner while Sam puttered around the kitchen popping popcorn and securing the water bottles. 

You jumped on the couch, snuggling down into your corner of it while he found his way into the living room and perched himself on the edge of the couch. His eyes danced across the television screen as he scrolled through Netflix trying to find something you could both agree on before curling up next to you; holding his arm up for you to snuggle against his side. 

It wasn’t long before you were lost in thought, letting your fingers dance along Sam’s bare chest, slowly making your way up to scratch through his beard. He gripped your hand gently, turning his attention to it briefly as he peppered kisses across your palm and up the expanse of your fingers before laying it gently against his cheek. His hand never left your wrist, thick fingers encircling the petite circumference of it in a possessive manner. 

He began to gently run your hand down his cheek, tipping his head back as he tickled your freshly manicured nails down the expanse of his neck and back up to his cheek. You tried to keep your eyes trained on the television screen; the movie being one you actually wanted to watch. But his actions shook you from that of the entertainment playing across the screen.

“Excuse me, sir.” You mumbled, scrunching your nose as your eyes landed on Sam. His eyes were trained on the movie playing across the television screen, no longer attuned to the way he traced your hand across his face. 

“Hmm?” He hummed, the grip he had on your hand tightening and he begin to run your finger tips along the length of his parted lips; the tips of your nails tapping against his teeth as he pulled your hand from side to side. 

You couldn’t help but watch intently as he nibbled on one of your nails and then the next, getting dangerously close to the accent nail adorned with rhinestone embellishments. The giggles that slipped past your lips as bringing him fully back to earth as you tried to pull your hand from his face. 

“Samuel, I pay far too much money for these nails to look this good for you to have them all up in your mouth, SIR!” You scolded, digging the knuckle of your other hand into the ticklish spot just below his ribcage. He couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that escaped his as he dropped your hand and you pulled it back towards you, inspecting the gel polish. 

“What’d I do?” He cooed, batting his lashes in your direction. You pursed your lips, tucking your arm under his before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“You know what you did, should put that mouth to good use since you seem to want my fingers in it so badly.”  Sam’s jaw slackened, eyebrows raising as he turned his full attention to her as she leaned forward and scooped up her water bottle.

“Well I guess it’s good that I’m bored and horny then, huh? Let’s do something about it.” Sammy drawled, peeling himself off of the couch. You stopped in your tracks, sputtering over the water his comment made you choke on.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?”  Your eyes grew wide as you stood and followed behind him, slowly making your way towards your shared bedroom. 

“I said, I’m bored and horny. Let’s do something about it.” He called over his shoulder, quickly ridding himself of his pants  before turning on his heel and perching himself on the end of the bed. You eyes shone as you took him in, how he leaned back onto his hands, chest heaving with anticipation, his cock already painfully hard and straining against the confines of his boxers. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You cooed, making your way to the bedside table. He trailed your figure, eyes dancing along the entire length of you as you bent down and slowly dug through the drawer. 

Sam’s eyes grew wide as you stood to your full height, two of your favorite go to toys grasped in your hand. He palmed himself gently through his boxers, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and quietly awaited his next command. 

“The question is what do you think you’re doing?” He mumbled, his eyes never leaving the two toys you held. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as you nodded at him; a silent request to stand. 

“What I’m doing is handing you these and waiting for you to figure out how to use them.” You giggled, placing the dildo in one hand and the bullet vibrator in the other. Sam’s eyes grew wide as he examined the dildo and his eyes snapped to yours. You nodded gently, slowly stripping your shirt up and off over your head. 

“What do you expect me to do with this?” He chuckled, knowing full well you expected him to use it on you. A sinister smile spread across your face as you shimmied out of your pants. 

“Wet it.” You nodded gently towards the phallic shaped dildo he held. A confused expression kissed his facial features and he held it out towards you. 

“With what? The sink? Lube?” He questioned. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he realized what you were implying. 

“With your mouth, silly. You want something in it so badly you can use it to wet it.” You couldn’t help the genuine belly laugh that escaped you as he screwed up his face, but the look of intrigue that kissed his features excited you. He examined the dildo closely, before his eyes met yours and he slowly opened his mouth. 

You nodded silent encouragement, just the act of him placing the tip of the dildo between his lips cause excitement to pool between your legs. He couldn’t help the look of disgust that graced his features as he humored you but ultimately decided that wasn’t for him. 

“Absolutely not.” He mumbled, eyes dangerously wide as he tossed the dildo onto the chair in the corner of the room. 

Sam placed a hand on each of your shoulders and pushed you back gently. You allowed it to happen, falling down onto the bed and laid so your back was flush to the mattress. Sam dropped to his knees in front of you, placing a hand on each of your knees and pushed them apart. His mouth nearly watered at the sight of you before him. 

He turned his head and placed gentle kisses against the inside of your thigh. Your eyes fluttered shut, reveling in the feel of his lips against you and how the wispy hairs of his mustache scratched against the sensitive skin. Sam wasted no time in delving right in; carefully closing his lips around your aching clit. 

The noise that escaped you was downright embarrassing and the blush that sprang to your cheeks solidified it. The vibration of Sam’s chuckle causing you to arch your back as a wave of pleasure shot through you. 

He pulled back slightly, flattening his tongue against your core, and dragged it upwards painstakingly slow; paying close attention to your clit as he traced the tip of his tongue over in in agonizingly slow circles. 

“Sammy.” His name but a whisper, quickly whisked away by the breeze of the ceiling fan as your hand found a home in the hair at the back of his head. The familiar warmth beginning to grow in your stomach as he worked you over. You felt the way his lips turned up into a smirk and he slowly reached his hand up, tracing his middle and ring fingers through your stick folds. 

He blew a cool stream of air against you, causing a shiver to dance up your spine and plunged his middle and ring fingers deep inside of you. You tightened your grip on his hair, eliciting a groan from him as he curled his finger and began to slowly work you to the edge. Sam chuckled lowly, leaning forward to press his lips against your clit and let his tongue snake out to slowly trace circles around it once more. 

Sam knew by the way you pushed him closer to your dripping core that you were close and a sinister chuckle escaped him as he pulled back and removed all sensations from you at once. The whine that escaped your chest was pathetic, eyes finding his as you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“Why’d you stop?” You mumbled, pushing your bottom lip out in a pout. 

He pushed himself up on his knees and leaned over your body, snatching the small vibrator up off on the bed. Sam held it up in front of him, inspecting the small device. He ran his fingers over the smooth surface, accidentally clicking the power button bringing the device roaring to life. 

Sam’s eyes widened and he quickly shut off the vibrator before holding it gently in the center of his palm. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past you reaching forward and plucking the vibe from his hand. 

“Wanna see how it works?” You asked innocently, twisting the small device in your hands. Sam nodded eagerly, rising to his feet and turning to perch himself on the bed next to you. His eyes held and eager light as he leaned back to rest his body weight against his hands. 

You sat up fully, crossing your legs in front of you as you clicked the power button on the vibe and brought it to life. Sam’s eyes became the size of saucers as you leaned forward slightly and began to run it along the length of his thigh. The soft twitching of his cock every time you came close to it all the encouragement you needed. 

“What uh… heh, what are you doing?” He could barely get the words out; eyes fluttering shut as he swallowed hard around a sound he didn’t want to slip past his lips. You giggle and pushed yourself up on your knees, bringing yourself close enough to him to capture his lips in the sweetest kiss. 

“I have a vague memory of you asking me how to work this thing. Which is why I asked. You didn’t think I’d show you on myself, did you?” Your voice held a teasing tone as you gently ran the vibrator around the base of his cock. The shock was evident on Sam’s face as he fought to keep his head up, eyes trained on the purple vibrator in your hand.

An innocent smile played across your lips as you slowly dragged the tip of the vibrator up the length of his shaft. He was instantly putty in your hands, eyes wide as saucers as he watched your movements; sensations he had never felt shooting through his body. His whole body tensing as you held the vibe against the sweet spot you knew would drive him mad right under the tip of his dick. 

Sam’s eyes rolled back in his head as his arms gave way and he fell back flush against the mattress. Reaching up he pressed the heals of his hands into his eyes, causing stars to erupt behind his eye lids as a sort of distraction from the overwhelming sensations tingling through his cock. The band in his stomach tightening dangerously quickly as your simple movements brought him catering to the edge.

“Mama, please, I….fuck.” The submissive slip through his lips enough to send you careening over the edge without even a hint of friction. You leaned forward and carefully pressed your face into the taut muscle of his thigh, a high pitched moan escaping you. Sam gripped at his hair, tugging hard at the root as he watched you slowly wrap your other than around the shaft of his cock. 

“Ma… Mama tells you when you can cum, doesn’t she sweet boy? Do you think you deserve it?” You were using the slip to your advantage, gently stroking his cock as his hips bucked up involuntarily. His eyes found yours, still dangerously wide as you removed the vibrator from his length and soothed the overwhelming sensations away with your hand. 

“Mama, please. I need it.” 

You smiled sweetly at him, crawling up the length of his body and threw your leg over him, straddling his stomach. A soft chuckle escaped him as your slick core coated his stomach in your juices. Leaning forward you tucked your face into the crook of his neck and peppered the skin with soft kisses.

“Feel that? You done that to mama. Can you show her how good you can make her feel? Hmm, pretty baby?” You cooed in his ear, unphased by the way his hands gripped against your sides and he flipped you over roughly. 

“Mama wants to feel good? I can show Mama the best time.” He mumbled softly, reaching down between your bodies to gently grasp his dick. A few soft movements of his hips had the tip of his dick covered in your slick before he slowly slid into you. The hiss slipping through his teeth melding beautifully with the soft moan of his name that slipped through your lips. 

“Such a good boy.” You mumbled. Sam chuckled, slowly retracting his hips from yours and pushing back in deliciously slow. He braced his arms on either side of your head as he slowly found his rhythm. The lewd sounds of skin slapping skin the only noise drifting through the air as you brought your teeth down on your bottom teeth to muffle the overstimulated screams. 

“Sammy, baby, please.” You whimpered, reaching up to wrap your hand gently around his throat as he bent down and captured your lips with his. He sucked on your bottom lip gently, nibbling at the kiss swollen flesh with his teeth as you applied the gentlest pressure to his neck. 

“Sammy baby, what?” He rasped, voice fully fucked out as his hips gained speed and he chased his own denied release. The moans and groans slipping past his lips as his hips slapped against yours enough to send your mind into a frenzy. 

“Sammy baby, please. I’m so close.”

His hand found your throat, squeezing the sides just enough that you saw stars as he pounded into you; his head tossed back as another wave of pleasure washed over him. 

“Look at me.” You rasped out, wanting nothing more than to be staring into those big downturned doe eyes when the band in your stomach snapped. Sam obeyed, tilting his head so his gaze met yours. You nodded gently around his hand as you reached down between your bodies and rolled your fingers over your swollen clit, aiding him in throwing you over the edge a second time. 

“Sammy, fuck, don’t stop, Sam.” You whined, voice drawling his name and your eyes were trained on his as you clenched hard around him; his hand tightening a little bit more on your throat. 

“I’m gonna…” his voice trailed off. 

“Cum for me, give me it all.” You whispered, raking your nails down his back as he brought his teeth down on his bottom lip and his eyes crossed slightly before rolling into the back of his head as he fell over the edge. Your name spilled past his lips as his hips began to stutter, filling you with his seed.

You couldn’t help the giggles that bubbled out of your chest as you grabbed at his ass, holding him against you as his arms gave and he collapsed on top of you. His breathing was labored and he swallowed hard before turning to face you. 

“What’s so funny?” He rasped out, placing soft kisses to your sweat sheened skin. 

"You always go cross-eyed when you're about to cum. It’s cute." You giggled, reveling in the weight of his body against yours. Sam groaned softly, running his nose lightly against your sweat soaked skin. 

“You’re so not funny, Mama.” He mumbled, slipping out of you with a soft pop. You giggled softly, reaching over to brush his sweat soaked hair off of his face. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m still Mama huh?” You teased, pursing your lips in his direction. Sam obliged, leaning forward and pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. 

“For now.” He chuckled, pushing himself up off the bed and slowly made his way out of the room. 

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[regularme12]

Supernatural Tickle fic

Summary: Dean, from all these years not seeing his little brother, forgot he was hella ticklish, until one faithful night...

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"Oh my god, Why did I ever think hunting that clown, would be a good thing...?"

Sam and Dean both got back from a fearful hunt, on Sam's part. The little brother found this mystery in a news article, and he acted on it bc he thought that's what their dad would've wanted them to do. After Dean realized what the hunt was about, he made it his mission to tease his brother till they got to the carnival, and hell, even during the investigation he still did it. They got back to their motel, and Sam fell straight on the bed in a Patrick Star pose, with his arms stretched out beside his head, and his legs fell off the bed. Dean, being a good older brother, went to go join him, not to comfort him, to tease him more.

"Wow, Sam. That clown really got to you huh?" Dean laughed, while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shove it, Dean." Sam threw a pillow at his face, in which his older brother caught it with ease, laughing even more. "Wow, I'm glad you find this soooo funny, smartass." Sam on the other hand didn't.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, You need to laugh more in your life, you're so tense all the time."

"It's Sam, I'm not a little kid no more. And quit teasing me about my stupid phobia, at least I'm not scared to fly." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean got a little defensive over that, "You can die in a plane crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill, who looks stupid now."

There was a moment of silence until the older brother threw a pillow at his younger brother, surprising him in the midst. "Still you, haha"

"Ack! Dean! Quit your shit."

"Oh noo... Sam... BEHIND YOU!!"

Sam got scared and jumped up looking behind him, "WHAT?!"

"IT'S A CLOWN AND IT CAME TO KILL YOU!! OOGA BOOGA!!!" Dean took this chance and skittered his fingers on the latter's sides.

"Ahhh!! Dehehehean!! Stohohohop!!" Sam fell back squeezing his arms to his sides, kicking and squirming around.

"Wow, Sammy, after two years of not seeing you, you are still so ticklish since u were a kid. You know by now u oughta grow out of that." Dean towered over him pinning his arms down under his knees.

"Stohohohop!!! Dean! Please! You knohohow how muhuhuhuch I hate ihihit when you tihihihickle me!!!"

"I don't think I remember correctly, my mind's all foggy, I mean, after you left me and dad alone so you can go to college. I kinda missed pinning you down like this and tickling the shit out of you." Dean went and tazed both his sides, going up to his neck to tickle there, and moved back down to his sides whenever Sam decided to scrunch up his neck.

"Nahhhhaha, Dean!! Quhuhuhuitttt your shihihit, right fuuhuhucking now! I leheheft for two years! Nohohohot a dehehehcade, dumbass!"

"Wowwww, you're in this situation, and you still made it your mission to be a total smart ass? I think bad boys like you should be punished~." Dean jumped up on to his brother's chest, cuffing his legs around his arms to still immobolize him.

"Ugh, Dean, get your ass out of my fa-AHAHAHACE! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAT I HAHAHAHATE THIS!!!" Dean went to knead at his hip bones, rubbing his thumbs in circles inside the hollow area.

"Oh, that's one thing I can remember. You're insanley ticklish on your hips, but it's not your worst spot. Do you want to help me jog my memory and remind me where it was again?"

"GOHOHO TO HELL!!"

"You do know, if u tell me now, I'll stop this whole ordeal and you can go away scott free, but if u don't... I may not stop for another good hour, Sammy."

"Fuck! Ok, whahahit!!"

"I'm not waiting.." Dean slowly started from his hip bone, and dragged his finger up to his worst spot, "Tell me now... or..."

"DAMN!! Dehehehan please, dohohon't."

"1..." He got closer.

"Dean!"

"2.." He got even closer~

"Wait, Dean! Please!"

"3..." Oh, he was right under it, wriggling his finger.

"FUCK!! DEAN!! STOP!!"

"Wow, you must really like saying my name. Wish it was yours, huh? Well, guess I'll just have to find out myself, bc you're not budging!" Dean started descending down with his finger. Until his lee yelled.

"OK!! FUCKING OK!!! It's my navel you basted!! IT'S MY FUCKING NAVEL, NOW STOP!!"

"Ohhh, you mean this part is your worst spot?" Dean started lightly scratching inside of his belly button.

"AH! DEAN! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T!" Sam kicked his knee so far up as a reflex and kicked his older brother square in the eye.

"OW! FUCK!" Dean, got off him falling to the side on the bed, holding his eye.

"Oh my god! Dean! Are you alright?! Here, I'll go get ice!!" Sam hurriedly got off the bed, and scarmbled to the freezer to get an ice pack, but all he could find was peas, so he used that instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's my fault. I should've stopped when you wanted me to. But you use to love tickling, you would beg dad and me to tickle you all the time , haha."

"Dean. I was 5, I'm 22 now, so I don't like that shit no more. I didn't know what was going on at the time, I used to love it, yh, but as I grew older, I hate the feeling now, that's all."

"Woah, all this sentalmental talk, you're not gonna expect me to hug you now, right?"

"No, Dean."

"Alright good."

There was more awkward silence, until Dean started chuckling.

"What's so funny now?!" Sam looked over with annoyance in his eyes

"I remember when I used to pin you down, and Dad started tickling your belly button, and you kicked him so hard in the back he had to go to the hospital and get physical therapy, couldn't walk for at least a good three days, give or take. And you were 13, so imagine how my eye feels right now!! Hahaha."

Sam started remembering that time, and chuckled too by how stupid it was, "Haha, shut up!" He punched his older brother's arm. "And don't forget you're ticklish too, if not, worse."

Dean got chills through his body by looking at Sam's evil smirk, inching towards him. The soon to be lee quickly got off the bed in a state of protests, "Wait, Sam, listen, ok?! I tickled you bc u were tense, I had to lay off some steam, you're finna tickle me for the hell of it, that's so unfair! You wouldn't do something like that to someone who's injured, right? Look at my eye! I may go blind now!"

"Just think of it as some revenge," Sam started chasing Dean around their small ass motel.

"NO SAM!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He put up a good race around the bed with a pea pack on his eye for a good 5 minutes. Sam could've easily tickled him sooner, but he loves the chase. He leaped across the bed, and pinned him down, and started tickling him.

Well, guess they both got what they wanted, right?

[mike-the-switch]

brb blocking you before your posts kill me /j

awww are they getting to you a little too much, my poor ticklish sammy?🤭