#soho is the place to goho

[ticklemistressdiane]

Occasionally I go out drinking And occasionally I sit there in, in the bar, spacing out and imagining having a ticklish girl on my lap, draped over me, well-dressed for the evening's event and finding all the most subtle ways to tickle and tease her while making her subdue her reactions because we're in a crowded spot.

Then my friends ask what I'm thinking about and I'm just like "Porn star martinis"

[mythica0]

Pun-ishment

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫: Donnie

Summary: Donnie is very annoyed about Leo’s puns.

A/N: I’m sure other people have done this before but I love the concept, and it was fun to come up with all those puns on the spot! (Also I love the dynamic between ler Don and Lee-o incase you couldn’t tell.)

Pun-ishment

‘Ugh. This guy is so annoying.’ Donnie thought to himself as he heard his twin rambling on.

He kept telling dumb jokes. Over and over again.

“I wish I was a mushroom! They’re pretty fungi’s!”

Donnie huffed an annoyed breath. “Shut. Up.”

“Why? You don’t like my mushroom jokes? That’s a shame, I have so many spore!”

Donnie just huffed again and made a dead-pan expression. Leo rolled over to him in the chair he was sitting in and spun to look at Don, a wide smirk on his face.

“D’ya know what the ocean said to the beach?”

“Don’t. Don’t do it.”

“Nothing! It just waved!”

“Groaaaaan.”

“Shell, shell, shell, what do we have here? Looks like DonTon here is a little salty”

Donnie turned towards Leo and glared at him. “That was shallow.”

Leo smiled even wider, “you made a pun! Looks like ya took the bait!”

Donnie facepalmed, “ughhh. That wasn’t intentional.”

“Are you shore?”

Leo burst out laughing at his own joke, as well as Don’s annoyed expression.

“Mahahahan- dohohont be soho shehellfihihish! Yohou’ll gehehet ihit ihin doho tihihide!”

Donnie placed his hands on the table with an audible thud, and turned to glare at Leo once more.

“Thats it. If you think you’re so funny, I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

The soft-shell walked over to his twin, still in the spinny chair, and rolled the chair over to his bed, before knocking Leo onto the bed and holding his arms up.

Leo had continued laughing, although now it had transformed into nervous giggles.

“Dohon- Dehee, wahahater yohou dohoing?”

“What? You like laughing, right? Ya think you’re funny?” Donnie spoke with a silly level of sinister, before catching Leo’s phrasing from before, and with a whisper spoke. “Oh you just made this so much worse for yourself.” And dug into Leo’s underarms.

Leo’s laughter once again burst from his chest, loud and boisterous. “Whahahhahait! Dohohontohohon! Nohoho! Cohome ohon!”

“Nope. You had this coming.”

“Whehehe cahan tahahalk abohout thihis! Wehe dohont hahave toho behe ahahanemonehes!”

“You do know that you’re not helping your situation, right?”

“Mahahaybe soho! Buhut ihim juhust gohoing wihihith thehe flohow!”

“Well, then, consider this your pun-ishment.”

Despite his punny protests, Leo actually sea-med to be enjoyed himself. It’s a little fishy, if you ask me.

His loud laughter and giggles rang through the lair, and although neither turtle would admit it, both were having fun.

Eventually though, Donnie got bored and decided to go for the krill.

He took a. Deep breath in, and blew a massive raspberry on Nardo’s stomach.

The sudden increase in tickly sensation caused Leo to scream for a moment, before his laughter grew much louder, kicking his feet in desperation.

“OHO MYHY SPIHIHIRITS! AHAHAH- DOHON!”

The whole room was flooded with the sound. Leo seemed to be happy as a clam, but it was getting intense, he needed to breathe.

Donnie let up, and stepped back, letting Leo let out leftover giggles for a moment.

“oho-ohohkay. Jeheheez. Thahat got prehetty ihintense.”

“Hey, you do the crime, you do the time.”

“Ihi guess soho. Maybe I deserved that pun-ishment.”

———THE END————————————————

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Prompt idea?

I can imagine, Peter 2 and 3 coming home to see Peter 1 dangling off the couch with his legs on the back of the couch and his head hanging off the couch! They see him and kind of side eye each other and obviously the opportunity is to good to pass up! Peter 3 sneaks behind the couch and Peter 2 walks up to the front and Peter 1 completely oblivious is just like "Hi"!

When i picture this, i imagine Peter 3 getting his feet and Peter 2 getting his upper body and he doesn't know if he wants to pull his legs down or slide off the couch! This prompt stays in my head so i was hoping you'd like it to!

Ticklish Predicament

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Awww, so cute! The older two take advantage of any situation to tickle their baby brother because he's to cute to leave alone ❤️)

When Peter 2 and 3 peeked into the living room, they grinned at the youngest's position. One's feet were over the back of the couch with his head hanging over the edge of the couch. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

The oldest Peter motioned to Three to get around the back of the couch. The middle brother dropped onto all fours and quietly crawled toward his mark.

Meanwhile, Two crept toward his baby brother's head. The youngest was completely absorbed in his phone and not paying any attention to the two forms moving across the living room.

Peter 2 paused just out of sight until he saw a hand pop up above the couch and give him a thumbs up. With the confirmation from Peter 3, the oldest shifted to a couch.

Three . . . two . . . one.

Peter 2 popped up. "Hi!"

Peter 1 jumped. His phone slipped from his fingers and smacked him in the face before dropping to the floor. "Ow!"

Once his hands were free, Two grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his chest. Meanwhile, Three wrapped an arm around his ankles.

"Ah! Where did you two come from!" One exclaimed.

Peter 3 peered down at his brother. "We just got back."

"You were too focused ohon your phone to notice," Two teased. "Soho wehe planned a surprise."

Peter 1 blushed. "Wehell . . . Yohou surprised mehe. Nohow lehet mehe goho!"

Three smirked. "Who said our jumpscare wahas thehe surprise?"

The youngest's eyes widened as he realized his position. His shirt had even ridden up because he was upside down.

Peter 2 chuckled as he shifted One's wrists into one hand. "How nihice ohof you to prep some spots ahead of time?"

Nervous giggles began bubbling out of Peter 1's mouth as he watched the oldest's hand. While his attention was diverted, Three took the opportunity to skitter his fingers across his baby brother's foot.

"EEP! Threhehe!"

The older Peter continued his light attack. "Wook at thewe tiny wittwe feetsies. Theywre so smaww!"

"Hehey! Theheyre nohot thahat smahall!"

Peter 3 lifted his head high enough for One to see and started pinching two fingers toward his younger brother's toes. "I'm gonna get you!"

Peter 1 squeaked as Three pinched his toes. Another squeal slipped out as the oldest's hand came to rest on One's exposed tummy. The wriggling he had done had ridden his shirt up even more, exposing more of his ticklish tummy.

"This wittwe tummy ihis twying sow hawd tow get tickwes." Peter 2 started slowly dragging his fingers in circles on Two's tummy. "I seew youw tummy."

One whined. "Ihit cahant hehear yohou!"

"Oho? Ihit cahant?"

"Noho ihit cahant!"

"Okahay, I'll come clohoser!"

"Wha-AHH!"

Peter 2 placed his face on One's tummy and began to talk. "Hello? Hello?"

Peter 1 just squirmed in place while his laughter became high pitched. He couldn't decide if he should push himself back off the couch or curl his legs away from their position on the back of the couch.

Three cooed as he dug into the spot under One's toes. "He's a woly powy kicky wicky baby."

"With a wot of giggwes twapped in his tummy," Two added.

The blush on the youngest's face darkened considerably from the teasing, but he had yet to tell them to stop.

Peter 2 lifted his head to just watch his baby brother. He looked so adorable when he was laughing.

Then again, he looked adorable all of the time.

"How's he holding up?"

The oldest turned to Three. "Wehell, he hasn't told us to stop yet so . . ."

"Oho, he's enjohoying this." Three gave One's foot a few skitters. "Youw wove a good tickwe downt youw cuwtie pie?"

One snorted. "Nohot cuhute!"

"Come ohon nohow, where's ahall that cuteness hiding?" Peter 2 teased as he started poking random spots. "Is it here? Or is it here? Maybe hehere?"

"Hohow shohould Ihi knohow!" Peter 1 shot back.

The middle Peter started scratching in between One's toes. "Maybe in hehere?"

One squealed. "NAHAHA!"

"Oo, Ihi know where it's hiding." Two slipped a finger into One's belly button. "Ihin the cuhuteness cave."

Even though Two's finger wasn't moving, Peter 1's laughter grew more high pitched. "Twoho!"

The finger in his belly button twitched once. "Whahat?"

One jolted. "Two! Twoho!"

Two's finger began to move back and forth. "Yehes?"

"NaHAT THEHERE! THREHEE!"

Peter 2 turned to see Three blowing a raspberry into One's foot. "Aww, how precious."

"Isn't it?"

The oldest Peter slipped his finger back out of One's belly button. "Wahatch your fahace Three."

Loud squealy laughter poured out of One's mouth as Two nuzzled into his tummy and released the biggest raspberry he could.

"NAHA--." Peter 1 snorted. "HAHA MOHORE! NO MOHORE!"

Both older brothers immediately pulled away as One sagged in relief.

"Are you okay?" Two genuinely asked.

Peter 1 held out a hand. "Cahan . . . cahan yohou . . ."

The oldest Peter pulled One upright and rested his head on his shoulder.

Peter 3 leaned forward. "What's wrong?"

"Ihim juhust aha little dizzy frohom beheing upside down, but Ihill behe okay," the youngest responded.

"Aww, I'm sorry Bug." Two soothed before he shifted One's head down to his lap. "Let's try this."

The youngest curled into his brother's lap. "Thahank you."

While Peter 2 played with One's curls, Three moved to sit on the couch. "Sorry if we pushed it Bugaboo."

The youngest yawned. "It's okay."

"Anything we can do for you Pete?"

"Mmm . . . Tell me about your day."

The older two complied and began to share stories about what had happened throughout their day.

As they talked, One continued to relax until he eventually drifted off to sleep to the muffled voices reminding him he was not alone.

[franklyshipping]

Day 21 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

WOOOO DAY 21 PEOPLE LET'S ROLL ON WITH THE CUTENESS UP IN HERE LET'S DO IT!

Following on from nurturing and encouraging your child’s hobbies as a parent, I think that as a parent you hope that you can be the best possible inspiration and good example for your child to follow. In doctor Schneeplestein’s case, his 9 year old Sofia felt so inspired by her papa that she insisted upon giving anyone she spent time with a medical check-up. Of course, Schneeple made sure to provide her with only the best medical apparatus and an oversized coat so she could really get into her role. One by one, every ego had been seen by her…except one. He’d hoped he’d have been forgotten, but Madpat underestimated her tenacity…and now found himself lying on the floor of one of the living rooms.

‘Hmmmm….veeery interesting….’

Mad repressed a snort as he watched the little girl tap her chin as she looked at him in a very analytical fashion, sat cross-legged next to him as she observed her patient. He was the last of her papa’s friends she needed to give a check-up to….but there is a very important thing that must be remembered; Sofia had Schneeple for a father, and his check-ups were very, very notorious. Schneeple always tickled each and every patient, and of course, Sofia was very much intending on following in her father’s footsteps….exactly.

‘How bad am I doc?’

Mad asked with a light smile, playing along with her because honestly she was so adorable with how she acted, picking up her father’s mannerisms and voice and having so much fun with it. At his question, she let out a soft sigh and patted the top of his head, looking down at him with an exaggerated frown.

‘I’m sorry Mr Mad, but you seem to have some problems with your touch sense reactions, but worry not! I can fix this! Please raise your arms and close your eyes, I must test that your touch sense isn’t broken!’

Mad snickered softly, before raising his arms and shutting his eyes as he spoke.

‘I trust your judgement doc.’

Since the kid had a stethoscope and some rolls of gauze, Mad was mainly expecting to be wrapped up and given little pats of healing….what he wasn’t expecting however, was for ten little fingers to start rubbing circles into his rib-cage. He jolted, yelping as his voice went a tad higher than normal.

‘H-Hehey hey h-hahahang ohon aha sehec!’

Mad’s eyes snapped open as he went to bring his arms down….but he froze when he looked up to see the little doctor looking down at him very, very sternly.

‘If you’re not a good patient then I will get my papa to hold you down!’

Mad gulped, his face going pink. He’d been pinned and tickled by the good doctor before, and the thought of a father-daughter tickle team up was too terrifying to even fathom….so he lifted his trembling arms above his head. His previously cool voice was filled with stammers as he nervously closed his eyes, hoping to all heck that Sofia hadn’t inherited her father’s tickling skills.

‘A-Ahalrihight ahalright….j-juhust be quihick…’

Sofia’s innocent face morphed into one of mischief as she grinned, continuing to tickle his ribcage….because you bet that Schneeple had taught her all the ways of tickling.

‘I’ll try, but I have to be very, very thorough, I am a doctor after all!’

Mad spluttered as he giggled, arching his back as he got even more embarrassed….she sounded so much like Schneeple, so nonchalantly teasy. Dammit, he couldn’t believe he was letting himself become flustered because of a kid! He was the phone guy from FNAF darnit!

‘Ohohohoho jeheheez….’

‘Something wrong Mr Mad? It doesn’t hurt does it?’

Mad hurriedly shook his head. He never could admit it.

‘N-Nohohoho u-uh….i-ihihit’s fihihihine….’

Sofia silently giggled to herself, and decided to knead Mad’s ribcage, focusing on rubbing the gaps in-between his ribs very evilly like her dad had taught her. One thing she remembered was that you always had to dig deep for the best tickle spots, and you always had to talk to your tickle patient so that they’d have to reply and let out their cute reactions.

‘Are you sure? If it doesn’t hurt then imma just keep going….’

Mad let out a growly whine under his breath as he tried to stay in control of his (now very rampant) giggles, but now his whole body was starting to tremble, not just his arms.

‘J-Juhuhuhust k-keheep gohoing soho wehe cahahan g-gehet thihis dohohone!’

Sofia grinned, her green eyes twinkling down at him.

‘Are you super sure-?’

‘Yehehehehes!’

Mad exclaimed amidst a torrent of titters, which made Sofia smirk….and decide to dig into another potential tickle spot. Namely, Mad’s stomach.

‘Okey dokey!’

Mad’s eyes flew open as his arms came down to his chest, his whole body shaking as he suddenly howled with wild mirth; it took him everything not to push her fingers away, his stomach was so ticklish that even mere swipes would make him squeal. This digging in was torture.

‘NONONONOHOHOHOHO!!’

Sofia raised her eyebrow down at him, continuing to squeeze his tummy as she spoke.

‘No? No what? If you need to tell me something Mr Mad then I need more words than that please.’

Mad thrashed from side to side as he laughed heartily, with such a big grin on his bedraggled face that you might have even mistaken him for Matpat. Yes, he really did look that insanely happy.

‘NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!!’

He cried, which made his resident physician don a serious expression as she then scribbled into the light pudge that rested at his lower belly.

‘Now, now Mr Mad, your tummy is a super duper important place, I can’t not check it over!’

Mad hid his face in his hands, wailing into them as he cursed himself for letting himself be subjected to this; he was definitely going too soft. He kicked out reflexively, arching his back as little shrieks jumped out amidst his laughter. I think it was safe to say that Mad’s nerves were, so far, extra-ordinarily not impaired.

‘IHIHI CAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT!!’

Sofia kept on tickling as she smiled. She could understand why her papa always tickled his patients, it was so nice hearing someone else laugh so much! She decided that she definitely wanted to be a doctor if it meant she could make people this happy. She exhibited a playful shrug down at her patient, before softly cooing.

‘Sorry Mr Mad, but you have to.’

Mad’s lower tummy was the victi-AHEM, portion of the patient under great medicinal scrutiny for the next few minutes, it was subject to prods, scratches, scribbles, and light kneading to make sure the nerve structure was fully functional. Soon though, Mad felt the tickling fingers move away, and he panted and peeked through his fingers up at Sofia.

‘I-Ihis ihit d-dohone?’

His voice was shaky and filled with residual mirth, and Mad felt even more chills and tingles run through him when Sofia grinned down at him and let out a playful hum.

‘Almost. Your tummy and ribs seem okay….but somewhere where your touch sense might be broken is your knees, so I’m gonna have to test them too.’

Mad’s eyes widened. Oh no….he now realised too late that Schneeple must have told her everybody’s tickle spots. Oh shit. As Sofia’s teasingly wiggling fingers started to inch towards his knees, Mad suddenly became a mess of stammers.

‘N-Noho nononono wahait please j-just, g-gihive me a sehecond!’

Sofia cocked her head down at him, before pausing her hands….for precisely one second. Then they were upon him. Pinching both his kneecaps as their owner grinned cheekily, all facades down as she giggled happily. She’d had so much fun tickling all her uncles and her papa’s friends, and Mad was no exception.

‘How was that second?’

Mad was going absolutely ballistic with shrieks of ticklish mirth. He’d tried to roll over so he could bury his face in the floor, banging his fists against the carpet as he let out desperate cries of laughter, tears building in his eyes as ticklish jolts accosted his poor form.

‘IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA GEHEHET YOHOU BAHAHACK!!!’

Mad yelled out, filled with flustered humiliation as he tried to cling onto some form of his dignity, but his words merely made Sofia giggle fondly. She continued to eagerly pinch and rub his kneecaps with her fingertips as she replied playfully.

‘But Mr Mad, you’re not a qualified doctor! You couldn’t do my check-ups silly!’

Mad had decided that this tiny tickly terror was going to be the legitimate death of him, especially as she now squeezed the pressure points above his kneecaps. It was so diabolical, and if he hadn’t been so embarrassed he’d have probably felt inspired by it all. Right now though, all he could think of was his need for mercy.

'AHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE! SOHOHOFIAHAAA!!!’

Sofia giggled, and recalled the most important lesson from her papa about tickling patients; always stop way before their limit. She had mercy, clapping her hands together cutely as Mad gasped and curled up into a giggly foetal position on the floor. The little girl softly patted his head as she exclaimed.

‘I concur that you are most healthy!’

Mad whined into the floor, but his smile didn’t die, he’d definitely gotten caught up in the fun of it all. As he slowly tried to sit up, he smiled even more widely when he saw a certain green glob pushing a glass of water towards him. Mad accepted it, downed it in one, and saluted Gooper, who gurgled happily before wandering away. Mad ran a hand through his hair as he playfully glared at the little girl.

‘Y-Yohou’re juhust like yohour dad…..’

Sofia practically lit up with happiness at his words, her eyes going wide as she squeaked into her hands. Little dimples showed up on her little cheeks as she looked at Mad with all the joy in the dang world.

‘Awww thank you thank you thank you!’

Mad spluttered when she suddenly launched herself into his chest, but chuckled and reciprocated the hug she gave him. He softly kissed the top of her head as they hugged, and Mad smiled a rare, warm smile as he looked down at Sofia Schneeplestein. The doctor’s coat she was wearing was practically like a duvet on her, and Mad let out a laugh through his nose….damn her innocence and sweetness making him feel happy emotions, he was definitely going soft.

‘Nah uh….thank you, I ah….I think I needed that check-up….’

He muttered, making the little girl giggle happily….and that sound made Mad smirk. Yeah, maybe he was mellowing from the festivities and all the egos and their sweet, heart-warming spawn….but he could still be evil. He growled playfully.

‘….and now it’s your turn.’

Childish squeals and laughter soon filled the household now, the little doctor getting a taste of her own tickly medicine. And of course, with laughter being the best known medicine of all time….it was a time of health and happiness for all who heard her.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[raspberrytummytickles]

New Moves and Annoying Baby Brothers

Title: New Moves and Annoying Baby Brothers Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean Summary: Ticklish!Sam; Dedicated to @mattsmithwhovian; Dean and Sam move to a new home and this is how they settle in.

A/N: Me and @mattsmithwhovian decided to collaborate on (actually a lot of) fics and then this beautiful piece of art came up. Hope you like it!!!

Dean dropped his bags on the floor of the small apartment they’d just arrived at. He held the door open for Sam with his foot as he looked around. There was a small living room, kitchen and two bedrooms; one with a double bed and one with two singles.

“S’better than most places we’ve stayed in,” He mumbled, partially to himself and partly to Sam who was nosing around with a frown. “At least it actually has rooms.”

“And our own beds,” Sam chimed in, grumpily dropping his bag next to the small living room table and turned to his brother. “What’re we gonna do now?”

“Entertain yourself,” Dean shrugged, shoving Sam onto the old couch before walking to one of the single beds and pulling out his phone.

Sam yelped as he landed face first into the smelly cushions. He huffed, sitting up and eyeing his older brother.

“Jerk,” He muttered, trying to fix his already messy hair. He could hear Dean’s grin as the predicted Bitch was tossed back to him. Sam glanced around the room in thought. He was bored! How could he not be? Five hours on the road sucked, though it was better than their usual. Dad didn’t even tell them what they were hunting. Sam stole a look at his older brother and amended his statement: Dad didn’t tell him about what they were hunting. Apparently, it was on need to know bases and Sam didn’t need to know.

Sam pouted lightly, trying to do as Dean said and find something to entertain him. Another look at Dean had a mischievous smile form on his face. He ducked back onto the couch, making sure if Dean looked over, he wouldn’ be able to see Sam. Dean, when he realized his baby brother didn’t answer with an equal bitchy comment, did just what Sam predicted he would do.

“Whatcha doing, Samantha?”

Sam stayed silent, glowering at the hated nickname and eased himself a bit toward the bed. Taking a deep breath, Sam jumped up and let out a battle cry, throwing himself at Dean. The older brother let out an unmanly shriek, grunting as Sam slammed on his chest. He dropped his phone in the effort to keep his chest from bruising and it ended up in Sam’s smug hands. Bastard.

“Do I win?” Sam asked, smirking proudly.

Dean rolled his eyes, glaring up at his little brother, “Give me the phone back and nobody gets hurt,” He threatened before an incredious look came upon his face. “And no, you don't win! Little brothers never win.”

Sam contemplated on what his next move would be before shrugging. What did he have to lose? He scrambled off Dean in a mad attempt to make it to the bathroom, phone still clutched in his hands.

“Can you catch me, big brother?” Sam baited, happy to receive Dean’s attention. 

Dean couldn't help the fond smile that formed on his face at his little brother’s childishness. It wasn't often that either of them got to act like kids and it seemed less and less likely for Sam, especially since learning about the supernatural six years ago. It seemed liked Sam generaly wanted to have fun and Dean relished in it, easily chasing after his little brother. He grabbed Sam by the waist, whispering in his ear, “Wrong move, Sammy.”

Sam squealed in surprise―not really surprised―when Dean brought them both down, making sure the older one got the burnt of the fall. Sam still had the phone in his hands, gulping as she looked up at Dean. Already, the bubbly anticipation filled his chest.

“I’m gonna give you one last chance to give me my phone, Sammy, and apologize.”

Sam did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out before turning his head away. Dean tried to put on a tough façade but Sam was being too goddamn cute. He chuckled at him, “Not the choice I would of picked but hey, I don't mind.”

Dean weaseled the phone from Sam’s hands, taking them under his knees. He slowly walked his fingers up Sam’s right side, building the anticipation. Sam whined and felt small giggles bubble from his mouth as Dean teased him with a, Why so giggly?

“Y-Your fahace!” Sam sassed, belly fluttering as Dean brushed lightly against it.

“I wouldn't sass me if I were you, bitch. You’re the one pinned down and oh so vulnerable,” Dean smirked, knowing form years of torturing Sam that the teasing made it ten times worse.

Sam’s cheeks heated up to a light pink and squirmed in his big brother’s grip. Dean’s words made Sam’s body feel hypersensitive, his toes already curling and hips moving in small motions form side to side. Dean continued his gentle tickling, knowing it would put Sam on edge.

“Bet the anticipation is killing you, isn't it?” He grinned, feeling particularly cruel. “I’m sure you’d just rather I tickle you and get it over with, but nope! I’m just gonna keep teasing you until you go crazy, and only than will I begin the real torture!”

Sam’s dimples poked out of his cheeks, as he gave a small snort at Dean’s words. Dean would never hurt him, Sam knew but torture would just about be the correct word for whatever his big brother was planning. 

“Poor little Sammy, got yourself into a bit of a predicament, have you?” Dean smirked evilly, pushing up Sam’s thin shirt to reveal the smooth expanse of Sam’s tummy.

“Dehehe!” Sam whined, eyes squeezing shut as his stomach was exposed to the cool air. He pulled at his hands, trying to escape, nearly yelping when Dean circled a finger around his belly button.

“How does it feel knowing you can’t do anything to stop what I'm gonna do to you? Knowing you’re so vulnerable and completely at my mercy. Bet you regret taking my phone now, don't you? Bet you’re gonna regret it even more in a minute....”

“Nohohot thehere...” Sam pleaded through his giggles. Goddamn, his brother teased him so well, he was bursting at the seems with anticipation.

Dean chuckled at Sam and finally dug his fingers into the soft stomach with all ten fingers vibrating his hands, “Not where?” He asked, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Sammy.”

Sam arched and loud laughter immediately echoed through the apartment, “YEHehehes you dohOHOHO! Dehehe!”

The older brother laughed with Sam, “No, really Sammy, I have no idea. I’m not even doing anything!” Dean insisted as he tickled the inside of Sam’s bellybutton―causing Sam to squeak cutely―with one hand and moving the other to Sam’s ribs. Sam tried to suck his quivering belly in but that seemed to make the sensations worse. “You’re not going anywhere until I let you go and there is nothing you can do about it.”

“TIHIHICKLES!” Sam shrieked, trying to block out his brothers teasing. His dimples grew more defined along with the flush on his cheeks. When Dean tightened his hold on Sam, the kid tried to buck him off again as the helplessness he felt was agonizing. “IHIHI‘M SOHO GOHOING TO GEHEHET YOHOHOU BAHAHACK!”

“Good luck with that. I’m way stronger than you, Sammy. You have no chance, cant say I'm quaking in my boots,” Dean grabbed Sam’s wrists and pinned them abouve his headm using one of his hands. He wiggled the fingers of his free hand threateningly above Sam’s exposed underarms. “Are you sorry for jumping on me and stealing my phone?”

Sam giggled, ducking his head and admitting softly, “Nohoho...”

The older Winchester scribbled his fingers over Sam’s armpit with a grin, “You will be soon.” He kept one hand in Sam’s armpit, quickly letting go of the kids wrists and attacking the equally exposed belly, sometimes sliding into the little bellybutton. “You just let me know when you’re ready to apologize, okay? I have aaaaaaaaall day.”

Sam shrieked with laughter, arching his body in attempts to stop the tickly feelings. Giggles flooded into howling laughter and back down again with whatever maneuver his brother tried on him.

“DEHEHEAN! IHIHT TIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHA IHIHI‘M SOHOHORRY!”

“Are you sure you’re sorry? Because I think you’re only apologizing to fet me to stop. I don't think you truly learnt your lesson.”

“EHEHE! IHIHI’M SOHOHO SOHOHORRY! I JUHUHUST WAHAHANTED YOHOHOUR ATTENTIOHOHON!” Sam blushed darker with his admission. “NOHOT LIHIKE THIS THOHOHOUGH!”

Dean felt his heart warm with love for this stupid little kid in front of him. After a few more tickles, he stopped. “You’re such a dork,” He grinned, getting up. “And you loved it, don't bother denying it.”

Sam wiped his eyes, residue giggles leaving him at least and grinned cheekily back at Dean, “At least I can admit it, big brother. We both know you like tickles too!”

“You wanna go for round two?” Dean asked, wiggling his fingers tauntingly at Sam. The kid shook his head vigorously, just the action his brother made had him giggling again. Sam forced himself to his feet and into his brother’s arms, nuzzling his nose against Dean’s chest, hand subconsciously clutching Dean’s shirt.

Dean chuckled, ruffling Sam’s hair before pulling him into a hug, “You’re such a girl,” He teased.

Sam playfully scowled at his brother and lightly dug his fingertips into Dean’s sides, keeping himself wrapped up into Dean. “Wonder who I got it from.”

Dean jumped as the fingers hit a sensitive spot and grabbed Sam’s hands with a laugh. “Don’t even try it. It’ll only end up worse for you.”

Sam pouted but nodded in agreement. Besides, he needed his strength to form a plan and get Dean back.

~Fin~

A/N: So this is the first part I guess you can say? I’m leaving the collab as different stories instead of making a series but like, I’ll tell you if it is and stuff. Anyway, I want to give @mattsmithwhovian a big thank you and hug for being the best Dean in the world (I was Sammy) and her anticipation and teasing kills me every time I read it. I LOVE YOU DUDE! 

Also, this is my first fic as a 16 year old! Yay! My birthday present to myself lol (That's really self-centered but I don't care). I hope you all loved it as much as I did!!! And don't fret, there will be multiple sequels, starting with Dean tickles!!!!

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I have a very different prompt idea! This came to my head last night and i loved it! Hope you do to!

Lee!Peter1 Ler!Peter2 and Ler!HarryOsborn

My first thought was that harry is just as gentle as Peter 2! He loves peter 1's laugh as much! So this was a sentence starter i had!

"NOHO, Harry nohot you toHOHO"

(Awww, I love it! 🥺 These three together is just absolutely precious ❤️ Hope you enjoy Anon! :))

"NOHO, Harry nohot you toHOHO!"

Harry chuckled as the youngest Peter scurried back away from him. "Why nohot Pete? Ahare you sacred of the tihickle monsters?"

Peter 1 giggled as he "accidentally" backed into a corner. "Noho!"

The oldest Peter shared a look with Harry. "He gehets wike that whehen he's fwustered."

"Two!"

Harry winked at his friend. "Sounds like another web head I know."

A blush rose across Peter 2's cheeks. "Hey!"

They turned back when Peter 1 giggled adorably at them.

"Yohou're always cute Pete." Harry knelt down on the floor. "But nohow I want to tickle thehe little one."

Peter 1 squeaked. "Whyhy mehe!"

"Behecuase you're soho cute," Two teased as he knelt too.

"S-shuhut uhup!"

Both Harry and Peter 2 laughed as they inched closer the youngest.

The youngest brought his knees up to his chest. "Yohou guhuys lohook scahary!"

Harry playfully growled as he wiggled his fingers. "Ihim gonna gehet you!"

Peter 1 playfully held out a hand. "Stahay ohover thehere!"

Peter 2 wiggled his fingers into One's other side. "Buhut you're ohover here."

One squeaked and squirmed. He playfully pushed at Two's hand. "Ihi knohow!"

"Yohou know, ihif you squint right." Harry poked One's side." Ihit kind of looks like hehe's trying to get away."

"One!" Peter 2 teasingly scolded. "Ahare you trying to run away from us?"

One scrunched into his shoulders. "N---noho. . ."

The older Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

The youngest Peter nervously nodded.

Two's fingers began to move again. "So you want to be tickled?"

"Uhum . . . Uhum. . ."

Harry sat down and scooped One into his lap. "It's up to you Pete. What do you say?"

"Ihi . . Ihi---." One ducked behind his hands.

Harry cooed as Peter 2 gently pulled apart One's hands.

"Remember." The oldest Peter tapped One's nose. "Yohur tickle spots, your rules."

The youngest Peter smiled. "Y-yohou twoho cahan keheep gohoing. . . Ihif yohou wahant."

Harry beamed. "You heard it first Pete."

"Yehes I dihid." The oldest Peter scooted closer. "And Ihi think I know thehe perfect place toho start."

"Really?"

"Mhm." Two circled his finger around the youngest before wiggling a finger under his chin. "Ihit's right . . . here."

One squeaked and turtled as he curled into Harry's arms.

"Awahaw, he's aha roly poly!" Harry cooed.

"Noho Ihim nohot!"

"Hehe acts lihike he hates it, but hihis neck is one ohof his favorite tickle spots," Two teased.

"Aw! That's adorable!"

"Isn't it?"

One groaned. "Whyhy?"

Harry shifted to look into Peter 1's face. "Why what Pehete?"

"Ihim not ahadorable!"

Peter 2 moved to tickle One's ribs. "Yes yohou are! Don't lie toho us."

"NAHAHA TWOOOO!"

"Awww." Harry wiggled a finger behind One's ear. "Wook at how giggwy youw awre!"

"HEHEY!"

"You haven't seen muhuch yet."

"Oh?"

Peter 2 moved to Peter 1's sides and tummy. "Here is the cutest reahaction."

On cue, Peter 1 curled inward as he laughing picked up.

Harry cooed. "Hohow is so much cuhuteness ihinside ohone peherson?"

"Hahahrry!"

"Yes?"

"Nohot cuhute!"

"Right, not cute." Harry booped his nose. "Downright adorable is more accurate."

The youngest Peter playfully shook his head.

"Hey Harry, watch this."

A squeal erreupted from Peter 1's mouth as his older brother peppered raspberries into his tummy. "TWOO!"

"Nohow that was the most adorable thing yet!"

"Nohot ahadorablLLLLLE."

Peter 2 nuzzled into his younger brother's tummy as he blew another raspberry attack.

"Aww, can Ihi have a turn?"

"Sure." Peter 2 lifted Peter 1 out of Harry's lap and into his own. "Have at it."

One giggled nervously in Peter 2's hold.

"Awww." Harry started with One's sides. "I think hehe's got cuter giggles thahan you Pete."

"I knohow right?"

"Noho Ihi dohon't!"

"Are you kidding?" Harry moved his fingers closer to Peter 1's tummy. "Juhust listen to these!"

Right on cue, One squeaked adorably.

"See?" Two moved to nuzzle the youngest's neck. "The most adorable cutie ever."

One squealed.

"Aww, where did that noise come from?"

"Nohowhehere!"

Peter 2 added his fingers to the youngest's ribs. "Hehe means everywhere."

"TWOHO!"

Harry moved his fingers to One's knees. "Interesting."

Peter 1 tried to squeal, but it was broken by a snort.

The older two men wheezed at that reaction. Meanwhile, One blushed firey red.

In a moment of silliness, Harry lifted the youngest Peter out of Two's lap and up above him. One squealed as he instinctively curled into a ball while his hands wrapped around Harry's arms.

"Aww!" Harry lowered One so he could rub his nose against his cheek. "Whose a cuwte wittwe Spiderman?"

The youngest Peter playfully growled as he was cooed over. "Jeherk!"

"Harry." Two opened his arms. "I'm open!"

With a little effort, Harry playfully tossed the youngest to Peter 2, making him squeal. Peter 2 then blew a raspberry into One's cheek before playfully tossing him back to Harry.

"Eehep!"

The older man chuckled as he wrapped the youngest in a hug. He then peppered Peter 1's face in some kisses.

"Ehehehe! Hahaharry!"

Harry prepped the youngest for another toss. "Batter up!"

One squealed as he was tossed back to Peter 2. He then curled into Peter 2's hold as the oldest attacked his neck with a scruffy headshake, making him giggle adorably.

Then a hiccup slipped out.

The older two wheezed at the tickle induced hiccups.

The youngest Peter blushed. "Shuhut uhup!"

The oldest kissed his cheek. "Hohow are you holdihing uhup Bug?"

One snuggled closer to his oldest brother. "Ihim gohood."

"Yohou sure? You look prehetty tired."

"Mmm . . . A lihittle."

Harry scooted closer. "Did we wear him out too quickly?"

"Nah, this happens all the time." Peter 2 pulled Peter 1 close. "Hehe gets worn out easily."

The youngest started dozing off in Two's arms. The older two melted at the sight.

Harry nudged Peter 2 with his elbow. "You got a good one Pete."

Two shook his head and nudged Harry back. "Not just me, we both did."

"What?"

"You're a part of this family too ya know?" Peter 2 shifted Peter 1 so he could hug Harry. "No matter what."

The comment made Harry blush. "Thanks Pete."

"You're welcome."

Harry smirked before gently shifting the youngest Peter into his lap. "But yohou're not getting away that easily."

"Wha-EEEH! HAHARRY!"

"Theheres that adohorable ticklish laughter." The taller man cooed as he attacked Peter 2's side. "Dohoes it mahake it more ticklish when peheople talk about how ticklish yohou are while tickling you?"

"Buhut . . . Buhut---!"

While Peter 2 tried to think of an answer for his lack of response, Harry cooed as at the giggly mess on the floor and the sleeping bundle in his arms.

And couldn't explain how he felt more at home.

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helloooo! ^^ for sentence starters do you think we could pls get "three! Thahat tihihickles!" with lee! Peter 1 and lers! Peter 2 and Peter 3 :))) Maybe three just absentmindedly playing with One's hands and tracing his palms, then realizing his hands are ticklish before attacking it with gentle tk kisses/nibbles/raspberries sdfklgj then Two catches on and does it too hehe

love ur fics <33 keep it up!

(After a long day, this was so nice to write as a distraction :') Thank you Anon for your adorable idea ❤️ Have a great day!)

"Three! Thahat tihickles!"

Peter 3 turned to look at the youngest. "Huh?"

One squirmed in his spot. "Yohou're tihickling mehe!"

"What are you . . .ohh!"

While watching a movie, Peter 3 had grabbed the youngest's hand and had started rubbing his thumb across the youngest's fingers. As the movie progressed, he had begun absent-mindedly tracing One's palm. He always did it with Gwen, but she wasn't as ticklish as One apparently was.

The middle brother grinned. "Aww, no way! You've got ticklish hands?"

One's eyes widened. "Uhum . . ."

"That's so cute!" Three cooed and traced the lines on Peter 1's hands.

One squeaked.

"You're a regular palm reader Three," Two teased.

The middle brother grinned at the oldest. "Why thank you! Now, let's see what we have here."

Peter 3 grinned as the youngest's giggling picked up. "I detect a lot of laughter in your future."

The blush on Peter 1's face darkened even further.

"Aww, he's so tickly," Two cooed as he gently grabbed One's other hand. "What about the other palm?"

"Wahait!"

Two traced the lines on the youngest's other palm. "Looks like this palm tells me the same future."

"Ihit tihickles!" One snorted.

The middle brother cooed and kissed the youngest's palm, "Youw're toow cuwte Tickle Bug."

Peter 1 squealed.

Both older brothers' eyes widened.

"Uhum . . . Hihi?"

"Do it again!"

"WAIT!"

Both Peter 2 and 3 attacked the youngest's palms with a barrage of ticklish kisses, causing him to squeal and laugh loudly.

"IHITS SOHO TIHICKLYHEEEEEEE!"

"And here I thought you couldn't get any cuter," Two cooed in between kisses. "Who knew your little palms were the secret to more cuteness."

"I wonder if we could get any more cuteness to come out," Three teased before lightly nibbling around the bottom of One's thumb.

The youngest's laughter became high-pitched as he struggled to stay in place.

"You were right Three. You were able to find more cuteness."

"Nahat cuhute."

"Sometimes you just have to dig a little to find all the cuteness."

"Oh? What if we try another technique to find even more cuteness?"

"W-whahat?"

Peter 2 didn't respond. Instead, he pulled One's hand up to blow a raspberry into his palm.

The youngest screamed.

"Aww, wook at the cuwtie," Three teased as he copied Two's movements.

Peter 1 was in stitches from all the tickles, but he was absolutely enjoying it. It always felt so nice to laugh after a stressful day and just be a kid again.

In fact, the youngest was having so much fun, he tries tried to stifle a yawn, but it still slipped out.

"Aww, is someone sweepy?" Three cooed.

"N-no! Yohou cahan kehep . . ." One interrupted with a yawn. "Kehep gohoing."

"Aw Bug. I know you're having fun, but it's important not to overdo it."

Peter 1 tried to use his puppy eyes. "P-please?"

Two softly smiled and scooped the youngest into his lap, "Come here Bug."

Peter 1 rubbed his eyes and struggled to keep them open. "Can . . . can we plahay later?"

"Of course little bud," Three soothed as he scooted closer. "But you need to sleep first."

Peter 1 frowned in disappointment. "Okay."

"We can still cuddle though," Two added.

One smiled tiredly before snuggling up to Peter 2 and 3. Slowly but surely, the youngest's eyes drifted close as his brother's soothed him to sleep.

"That's our Bug," Two whispered as he stroked his younger brother's hair.

"Our adorable little Bug," Three added.

"Absolutely Three." Two grinned. "Our adorable little baby Bug."

The little baby Bug who would never be grown up in either of their eyes.