#tickletober day 14

[guppygiggles]

Tickletober prompt day 14: “Favorite Tickle Scene.”

This was a tough one for me, but I decided to recreate the scene from Wall-E where EVE is tickled by being cleaned, since I’ve always loved that one! I’ve been wanting to work on Null’s design, so I used him for this prompt (and he’s a little pissed that I decided to immediately tickle him afterwards… oh wellllll~).

Some background on Null, another sketch, and his original design are below the cut if you are interested!

Null was actually the first OC I created when I started drawing last year, right before I drew Avery for the first time. He was based on - of all things - the wall sprinkler in my bathroom that I thought was cute. I had no idea what to use him for, so he kinda went on the back burner until now.

Avery had no intention of building a robot. His project was to combine an anemometer (the doohickey on Null’s head, used for gauging wind speed), hygrometer (for measuring humidity), barometer (for pressure) and thermometer into a single, voice-activated device. While he was working on the device — which is now Null’s head -- and had it plugged into the wall, there was an electrical storm. Lightning struck Avery’s lighthouse and caused a surge of electricity through the outlet, through Null’s head and into Avery’s hands. An electrical “bridge” was created between Avery’s internal storm — his life force — and the machinery; when he looked down again, where once was a screen… was the sentient, blinking eye of a very pissed-off lightning elemental! Null certainly wasn’t going to live his life as just a head, so Avery built him a body to go with it. He’s free to live of his own accord, but he chooses to stay in the lighthouse and assist Avery with his research. The reason for the broody, high-strung robot’s decision is known only by him.

[amazingmsme]

A Little Dusty

AN: Again, I know it’s late but just be glad I’m still tryna pump these out. I’m literally sooo obsessed with Prismo, the flat boi needs to be WRECKED! Anyways, here’s day 14, enjoy!

The Scarab would never admit it out loud, but being stuck in the Time Room with Prismo wasn’t as asinine as he’d first thought. He’s still getting used to his new form, but he manages to get by. And his new roomie was chill, all things considerer. He let him pick out his own room, offered fresh pickles any time he wanted, and most importantly, he didn’t care if the Scarab was actually doing his job.

Despite the hot tub, TV wall, and the computer Prismo introduced him to, he found himself getting bored and restless as the days dragged on. Each day like the one before, more or less. He was starting to understand why Prismo went and made an unauthorized universe. He understood, but that didn’t mean he had to stop cursing the wishmaster’s name for putting him in this mess.

It was one of those days when he longed for the outside world- to hunt down violators across the vast multiverse. But noooo, there was a good chance that might never happen again. He was busy dusting, glaring at Prismo from across the room. He was oblivious to the stare, completely engrossed in his work. The Scarab would watch as he’s hum and giggle to himself before typing away on the keyboard. Some times he wore a more serious expression, typing something out before shaking his head and deleting it. And other times he just stared at the screen, hands unmoving and frown etched onto his face. The Scarab was a little curious what he’d been working on, but he didn’t plan on asking.

He slowly made his way around the room idly dusting at nothing. He’d dusted only last week, but he needed something to keep himself busy. Now he stood beside Prismo, tapping his foot impatiently.

“Could you move? I’m trying to clean.”

Prismo paused and glanced around the room with a shrug. “Looks pretty clean to me Scrabby. Why don’t you take a load off?” he asked, brushing him off and returning his attention to the laptop.

“Unlike some people, I don’t like to leave things unfinished.” Prismo seemed to miss the subtle dig tossed his way and the Scarab huffed in annoyance. “Look, I already cleaned over there, so why don’t you go sit on that wall?” he asked, pointing over his shoulder. Prismo’s gaze didn’t leave the screen. “Prismo!” he yelled with a stomp.

Prismo glanced up for a split second. “Yeah?”

“Move!”

Prismo groaned loudly, looking at the Scarab with annoyance. “Dude, I’m in the zone right now. I just wrote like 10 pages in five minutes!” he bragged, going back to typing. “If I move now, it’ll throw off the whole groove I’m in.”

The Scarab was done.

He threw his hands in the air with an annoyed huff. “FINE, be that way! I’ll just- I’ll dust around you since you won’t move,” he growled out, but Prismo continued to type away happily. It was infuriating, if not cute. Wait, he did not just think that about Prismo of all people…

He resumed dusting with a huff, sweeping the feather duster over his head, working his way down. He was lost in thought and didn’t pay much attention to where he was sweeping, and his general annoyance towards the wishmaster meant he didn’t necessarily care if he dusted him in the process. But he certainly noticed when his duster trailed too close to Prismo’s side, making him spasm and squeal, darting across to the opposite wall, laptop forgotten.

“Wohoah, hey, you could’ve just asked me to move, no need to start dusting me,” he rambled, hoping to mask his nerves. The Scarab just stared at him in wide-eyed shock.

“I did,” he said bluntly. Prismo chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, y-you did? Sorry, I don’t remember I tend to zone out when I’m busy.”

“So it would seem.” He looked down to the soft tool in his hand and back at Prismo, a sly smirk hiding behind his mask. He noticed that his feet were now resting in the spot he’d previously been, seeing as he jumped to the opposite wall. Now, he wasn’t stupid, he knew what just happened. But he could play dumb.

The Scarab resumed his dusting, humming to himself as he brushed over the tops his feet. Prismo shrieked, yanking his legs away and tucking them close to his chest. He stared at the Scarab with a wide, unblinking eye and gulped.

“You uh-“ he cut himself off and cleared his throat when his voice came out too high. “You scared me.”

“Really?” he squinted at him, walking closer and relishing in the way Prismo was slowly backing himself into a corner. “Because normally, only ticklish people are afraid of feathers.”

He couldn’t hope to contain his nervous laughter or the obviously flustered stuttering. “W-wha whaaaat? N-no way bro, that’s just silly,” he tried to brush him off, waving a hand in the air. “I mean, I’m flat! So, there’s really nothing to tickle, haha! …Right?”

The Scarab arched a brow. “You’re asking me?” Prismo stuttered again and yelped when the Scarab was suddenly standing next to him. Quite frankly, he didn’t know what to say.

“You can go back to cleaning now.” The low chuckle the Scarab let out really wasn’t comforting.

“Okay, if you insist.” Prismo was given no time to ponder before soft feathers brushed over his belly. Bubbly giggles start building up in his chest as he curls in on himself, doubled over where the two walls meet. When the Scarab started swirling the duster in tight circles across his tummy, a loud snort broke the dam, allowing his high pitched laughter to fill the Time Room.

“Scrahahabby whahat are you dohohoing?” he asked, hiding his growing blush behind a hand as he weakly swatted at him with the other.

“I’m doing what you said: cleaning,” he teased in a deadpanned voice, trying to act as though this wasn’t the most fun he’s had since his punishment began.

“Nohohot mehehe!” he squealed when he began targeting his ribs, causing him to dart to another wall for safety. The Scarab tutted and shoot his head.

“Poor Prismo… it would seem as though you’ve nowhere left to turn,” he taunted, twirling the duster triumphantly. He laughed when he noticed him glance at the trap door for a split second. “You’re not really gonna run away from a few feathers now, are you?” he asked smugly. Prismo’s blush grew darker as he failed to speak, crossing his arms instead.

“Well that’s not very nice,” he grumbled.

“Good,” the Scarab said bluntly before sitting down on Prismo’s ankles, trapping them. He barely had enough time to protest before dozens of soft fibers swept over his feet. His giggles raised in both pitch and speed, a few more snorts managing to slip through.

The Scarab had always scared Prismo. He had such an intimidating aura, and everything about him screamed ruthless killer. After living together for a while, he thought maybe he wasn’t so cruel after all, but as he laid there laughing at his mercy, he thought that maybe he hadn’t been so far off with his initial judgment.

[trooly-ticklish]

So for day 14 of Tickletober, it said to choose your favorite tickle scene. And I gotta say drawing my favorite scene would look a bit ridiculous, so I may as well just tell you what it is.

It's actually a toss up between two scenes in childhood movies I've watched. The first, the one that made me question why I liked the idea of tickling so much, was one of the scenes from Veggie Tales's Esther movie. There couldn't be any execution in a children's Christian movie, so Hayman was banished to "The Isle of Perpetual Tickling."

Then, a random door opens with a hooded figure wielding a giant feather before using it like a spear against the bad guy, making him laugh and jump towards the door as he was yelling no and laughing all the way to his doom. In my head I thought "ouh that doesn't really look like a punishment. I would like that."

And the second scene is the penultimate scene in Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure where Gadzooks the deep sea monster tickles everyone on screen. Like...that scene still gets to me and makes me squirm 😳

As I grew older and more mature, I realized "ohhh...I really have a thing for tickles..." And the rest is history!

[thebest-medicine]

Day 14: Soft

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 - Caleb / Mollymauk - lee!Molly

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Based on “Date someone who will give you back scratches when they’re reading or watching something next to you, and when you squirm they just smile because they know you love it and continue until you’re giggling up a storm. Better if they sigh slightly “You’re disturbing my peace” and tickle you more until you’re a puddle and they have the goofiest smile on their face.”

Words: 1.2k

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Caleb doesn’t look up from the page when Molly walks into the library. He doesn’t even look up when Molly makes it over to the desk, trailing a finger over the wizard’s hunched shoulders. “And how are you doing this evening, Mr. Caleb?” 

“Mm. Fine. And you?” Caleb replies, his gaze still focused intently on the text before him. 

“Just fine, myself—was wondering if you’d like some company.” Mollymauk hops up onto the table, watching for a look, a glance, a little more attention. But, Caleb is dedicated, persistent—something Molly admires about him greatly. He leans back and spreads out amongst the pile of books and scrolls, knocking a few to the floor. 

“You are just as bad as the cat, you know. Maybe worse.”

“And yet here we are in a home full of cats.” Molly’s voice is smug, teasing. “Do you just have a love for being close to beings that mess with you?”

Caleb rolls his eyes. 

There we go. The eyes aren’t on Molly yet, but they are torn briefly from the book. An in. 

Molly’s tail coils around Caleb’s wrist. “Take a little break with me, won’t you?” 

Caleb huffs an almost laugh. “Maybe, in a bit.”

Mollymauk releases his wrist, pouting. He taps his nails a few times, thinking. His tail flicks.

A few minutes pass. He spins awkwardly on the table, knocking off a few more books and nearly tumbling into Caleb’s lap; he turns his head to give him a look—a rather cute, pleading, eyes-wide, I-need-you-to-pay-me-some-attention kind of look. 

Caleb fights with a fond smile as his eyes flick up over the pages of the book to finally take it all in. “Alright, Liebchen.” He sighs, marks his page in the book, and closes it shut, scooting his chair back to stand. “Not a break, I’m not done yet, but… come.”

Molly sits up, stretches, and the pleased smile on his face is just as apparent in his eyes. He follows as Caleb gets up and makes his way to the much more comfortable, much better place to read —in Molly’s opinion. The sofa cushions are soft, and it’s long enough that Caleb can sit down and Molly can lounge about where he likes. The tiefling wastes no time crawling right into Caleb’s lap. He settles in face down, chin resting on his arms.

As soon as Caleb gets the book open and the bookmark safely set down, he reaches with the hand not holding up his reading materials to scratch gently at Mollymauk’s scalp.

Molly makes quite a few little sounds of approval as Caleb’s fingers card through his hair and he melts within a matter of minutes. Fingers slide gently down the back of his scalp, sending tingles down his spine as they travel down to his neck. Molly fidgets slightly, the feeling starting to prickle at the edge of ticklish. He hums, content and bubbly, against Caleb’s thigh and squirms into the nest of his own arms he’s made for himself in the wizard’s lap. 

The fingers continue, light and gentle and soothing, to make their way lower onto his shoulders and upper back. It’s considerably more ticklish, but still bearable enough to release all of the silly energy with a hum and a few squirms every so often. As Caleb’s fingers trail languidly over Molly’s shoulders, side to side, he reads away above him, by all appearances not noticing the twitches below. 

Each time fingers pass over a spot that hedges too close to ticklish to stay still, they continue on, not taking any extra time or particular care. But—the thing is, with how thoroughly Caleb is tracing over his back, scratching and caressing gently, he keeps going back to those spots, passing them over and over. And Molly already knows there’s a lot of them. It feels nice, it’s tingly and warm and close and just the right amount of teasing. He doesn’t want to give the wizard reason to stop any time soon, like squirming out of his lap after he just asked for attention. But also, he considers, maybe Caleb will abandon his studies and really have a go at him if he asks nice — it’s already gotten him this far. 

For now, Molly opts to keep quiet, as still as he can reasonably maintain, and enjoy the affection. He’s gone with the flow many times in his life, and Caleb’s flow seems like one he would very much like to follow.  

Caleb’s hand continues down, down, tickles along his back, down past his waist and Molly wriggles deeper into his lap and the couch. “Eehee- wa- heheheeEE—” He squeals into the crook of his elbow as Caleb’s blunt fingernails tickle softly over his ass, down toward the back of his thigh. “Fuck.” Molly hisses, muffled. The tracing, tickling wizard claw slowly makes it way down over his thigh to the back of his knee and Molly’s leg jerks closed involuntarily. “Nnggeh- naha shihit.” 

“Be careful with those.” Caleb says sternly, an unmistakable peppering of amusement in his voice. 

Molly whines quietly into his arms and lays his leg back out straight. 

The game continues to build pace slowly, one hand always on the book and the other slowly tinkering with various sensitivities he can find on Molly. His shoulder blades, the backs of his ribs, his spine, anywhere near the dip of his waist or tail, the small of his back, his knees, his thighs, his ass… no where was left safe and unscrutinized. And yet, it was still so delicate, earnest, curious, and innocent. Little tingles and sparks light up across Molly’s nervous system. He’s content to live within this afternoon for the rest of his waking hours. 

Then, the next time Caleb’s hand reaches up to turn the page of his book, it reappears just where the top of Molly’s thigh meets his ass. He gasps in a breath as the fingers wiggle, more deliberate and ticklish, over the skin there. They stay in that spot; unlike the skating, absentminded tickling of before — this has purpose, this has focus and intent. 

Molly tries to peak up at him, abandoning his arm nest to turn and peer behind him. He gets a face-full of book for his trouble. And a pinch to the back of his thigh. He squawks at that, kicking the cushions behind him. “MmPFF!” He reburies his face to try hiding the bright laughter threatening to spill over. 

“I’m trying to read, keep quiet down there.” Caleb, bemused, scolds cheekily from behind his book. 

Molly rolls his eyes and tries to sit up on his elbows while fighting off more laughter. Without looking, Caleb runs a few fingers clumsily down his tail. Molly falters and crumples back into the wizard’s lap. “N-no fair.” Molly whines through his giggling. “Are yohohou gonna read all night?” 

“It will take me a while, yes, if you keep distracting me.” Caleb replies, matter-of-factly.

[trashyswitch]

Day 14: Soft

Roman is giving Patton a massage to try and treat the neck pain he's experienced. But the lower he does down his back, the more ticklish Patton appears to be! Is his back that ticklish!?

Okay...Day 14. Of course, a day late. But, I guess that means I'm uploading 2 fanfics in one day again. I hope you enjoy!

Patton was laying on his stomach, resting his chin on his arms as he watched TV. But he found it a bit difficult to focus on the TV, due to Roman’s palms and fingers against his back. 

Roman was trying to massage Patton’s back and neck in an attempt to help him relax. Patton had been complaining about knots in his neck, and Roman offered to massage them out. But Roman quickly began to wonder if he bit off more than he could chew. Or maybe, Patton was holding in more emotions than he lets on.

Why was that his theory? Well, it’s simple. Patton’s neck and shoulder muscles felt like rocks. Literally! They felt like they had been stretched out all the way, and were physically unable to relax. Roman worked at his shoulders as gently, but as effectively as he could muster. 

“Oh yeah, right there, aaaAH-!” Patton reacted, closing his right eye as he winced in pain. God, it felt really painful. But it also felt good getting his shoulders worked out. He badly needed it. 

“Is that doing anything for you?” Roman asked. 

“Yup! You’re doing great, kiddo!” Patton said, before letting out a deep breath. 

Roman worked at his neck and shoulders a little bit more, using his elbows to get some of the knots out. In all honesty, he didn’t feel like he was achieving anything. Roman had never come across anything this bad. Not even Virgil’s neck and shoulders were this bad! And he’s the embodiment of stress and anxiety! 

“Patton…” Roman asked, strain in his voice. “How did your neck get this bad?!” Roman asked. 

Patton grunted and breathed out slowly. “I…have no idea.” He admitted. 

Roman dug his fingers into Patton’s trap muscles. Patton bit his lip and grunted before hiding his face in his hands. It hurt so much, but he knew it had to be dealt with. If he didn’t deal with it now, then he would be in so much more pain. But this…was a little difficult to deal with. 

“Okay…” Roman stopped his hands. “I can tell you’re in pain. I’m gonna stop.” Roman told him. 

Patton opened his eyes and looked at Roman. “What?! Already?” Patton reacted. 

Roman sighed. “I know you’re in pain, Patton. I don’t wanna put you in more pain.” Roman admitted. “But…That’s part of the massage.” Patton told him. 

Roman moved his hands down his neck. “What about your back? Would you like me to work on your back for a bit?” he asked. 

Patton nodded his head and smiled. “Sure!” He replied. 

Roman smiled a bit more and started pushing on the areas right beside his spine. “How about starting here?” Roman asked, pushing down. 

Patton hummed and grunted slightly, feeling the thumbs push down on the muscles directly beside either side of his spine. It felt a little unusual, but it felt good too. It felt like he was stretching out his back with literally just his fingers. It felt…different. 

Roman moved his thumbs up and down the spine, before pushing 4 fingers each on either side of the middle of Patton’s back.

Patton opened his eyes and smiled, gasping lightly and letting out a relaxing breath. “That feels amaaaazing…” Patton mumbled. 

Roman smiled and started to push the fingers down on his back ribs. Indexes, middles, rings, and pinkies. Index, middle, ring, pinkie. He kept this going, making sure to push on and in between other ribs. 

Patton smiled a bit more, loving the feeling of his middle back muscles being worked on. “You’re so good at this…” Patton told him. “How you’re not a masseuse…I can’t fathom it.” The dad admitted. 

“Oh hush…don’t make me blush.” Roman told him with a smirk. 

“Why? Is it working?” Patton asked, smirking as well. 

Roman poked the left side of his ribs in response, making Patton wheeze and cackle. “Shush.” He warned. 

Patton laughed a little more at his reaction. “Ohoho myhy gohohohod!” Patton giggled, hiding his face in his arms. 

Roman rolled his eyes with a smile as he maneuvered his palms and fingers onto his lower ribs. “Yeah yeah, I get it. I’m the laughing stock of the group.” Roman teased. 

Patton squeaked and tried to cover his face with his hands. “Ohohoho gohohosh! Heheheheheheee!” Patton giggled. 

Roman’s smile stayed on his face for a bit as he kept going. “Am I really making you laugh that much?” Roman asked, not fully expecting Patton to still be laughing. Patton giggled a little more and kicked his feet up like a ditzy little girl. “Kkk-Kihihindahahaha.” Patton admitted. 

Roman’s smile lessened slightly as he looked down at his hands. They were currently located on the lower back, near Patton’s sides. Hmm…Maybe Patton’s not laughing at him…but rather…he’s laughing because of him…

Roman stopped his hands and lifted them up. Patton’s laughter quickly lessened to giggles, before calming down. He looked over his shoulder at Roman. “Why’d you stop?” Patton asked. 

Roman narrowed his eyes curiously as he planted his fingers back onto his lower back. “Hmm…” He hummed, looking down. But Roman’s head shot up to look at him the moment he heard Patton’s squeal and laugh. 

Patton gasped and yelped. “Wahahait- NahahahaHAHA!” Patton laughed, covering his mouth and muffling his giggles. 

“Oooooh…Are my pushes and massages…tickling you?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled and nodded his head. “Yeheheheah! Yohohohou dihidn’t knohohohow?” Patton asked.

“I’ll be honest, it was hard to tell at first.” Roman admitted. 

With this information in mind, Roman quickly began to spider his fingers on his lower back and occasionally on the sides. He did this by going softer in his finger strokes. He was no longer massaging and was now, just gently petting the back muscles like he would to a dog.

Patton’s reaction was immediate. He arched his back and started squeaking and squealing in between his little giggles. “EEK! Hehehehe! Hahaha- EEEHEHEEEK! NAhAhaha- nuuuuhuhuhuuu!” Patton giggled. 

“Oh my gosh…” Roman started gently tapping his back like it was a keyboard or a piano, making Patton squeak and giggle with every touch. “You’re so ticklish here! How have I never known this?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled and shook his head. “Ihihihi dohohon’t knohow!” Patton admitted. 

“What would happen if I just…” Roman removed his fingers.  

Patton blinked and attempted to look at Roman. “Hm?” But the moment he grabbed Patton’s sides, Patton jumped and giggled a little. “Wahahait…What are you-” 

Roman took in a big breath and blew a raspberry onto his lower back. 

Patton gasped as well, but followed it up with a SCREAM of hysterical laughter! “NaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Patton cackled, hiding his face in his arms. “NAHAHAHOHOHOHOHO!” He yelled, tapping the ground with his fingers. 

“I’m shocked, Padre. I never would’ve guessed you had a ticklish back.” Roman admitted. 

“Ihihihi…Hehehe…Whyhyhyhy a rahahaspberryhy?” Patton asked. 

“Because it’s fun!” Roman admitted. “And because you’re very fun to tickle.” Roman admitted. 

Patton blushed a bit as he looked down, clearly embarrassed. “Sh…Shut up.” Patton muttered. 

This only made Roman cackle in reaction. “That worked?!” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled. “Yeheheah…Ihihit dihihihihid.” he admitted. Roman started very softly fluttering his fingers onto his lower back. “Do you prefer softer tickles?” Roman asked. 

Patton hummed and giggled little by little. “Yeheah…Ihihi lihike sohofter ticklehes.” Patton admitted. 

“Okay.” Roman responded and continued to flutter his fingers on his back. “Is it just your whole lower back that’s ticklish?” Roman asked. 

Patton giggled. “Ihi thihink?” Patton replied. 

“Okay. What about here?” Roman moved his fingers closer to the spine, and pushed there. 

“OhgodohgohohOHOHOD!” Patton kicked his feet wildly and pounded the ground with his fists. 

“Holy-” Roman quickly got his hands off him, terrified he went too far. “Sorry! I’m sorry.” Roman attempted to wipe the tickles off as best he could. 

Patton giggled and rolled himself onto his back. “Ihihi’m tihihired.” Patton admitted. 

“Tired bean?” Roman asked, poking his belly. “Ye-EHEhes! Yeheah. Sleepy eepy.” Patton admitted. 

“Sleepy eepy.” Roman summoned a fluffy blanket and a dog stuffy. 

Patton gasped and hugged the stuffy. “Thomas’s first stuffy!” Patton reacted. 

Roman giggled and laid down beside him. “Is your neck better?” Roman asked. 

Patton bent his head to the right and left, twisting his neck around, just making little popping sounds with his spine and joints. “Oooookay.” Patton leaned his head back, making the spine between his shoulder blades snap and pop. “Yes! I feel so much better.” Patton replied. 

When he looked at Roman to get his approval though…Patton would discover that Roman was staring at him with his jaw dropped, and his eyes the size of saucers. 

“...What?” Patton asked. 

“18 cracks…” Roman muttered. 

Patton laughed and opened his jaw a bit, making two more pops. “20.” Patton said with a smirk. 

Roman sighed and shivered, disturbed by Patton’s bad, yet flexible back. But this only made Patton laugh at him more. Something about Roman’s disturbed reaction was absolutely hilarious to Pat. To calm him down, Patton wrapped his arms around him and gave him a side hug. This, thankfully, helped Roman calm down. His back may be screwed beyond fixing…but that’ll never stop Patton from giving everyone all the love they need. 

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 14 - Lose

Part 2 tooo:

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

[otomiyaa]

Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

31 Tickle Drabbles in October 🧡

Hi all! This will be the post where I'll eventually collect my Tickletober fics in a masterlist, starting tomorrow! I'll be using the #lovelytickletober list made by @lovelynim.

The plan is to write tickle drabbles for each day, pairings/fandoms were chosen by yours truly for maximized self-indulgence but hopefully there'll be something that you guys can enjoy with me💕

I'll do something I didn't do last time which is announcing my pairings before publishing the fics👇 This because for most I've got the ideas and outlines pretty much done so I want to make it difficult for myself to change my mind at the last minute!

LINK TO AO3 COLLECTION

Day 1: “Ready?” - Lee!Chigiri x Ler!Kunigami (Blue Lock)

Day 2: Accident - Lee!Chilchuck x Ler!Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Day 3: Cleaning - Switches!Hoshina x Kafka (Kaiju No. 8)

Day 4: Upside down - Lee!Loid x Ler!Yor (SPY x FAMILY)

Day 5: (Un)tie - Lee!Yuri x Ler!Otabek (Yuri On Ice)

Day 6: Order - Lee!Kuroo x Ler!Tsukishima (Haikyuu)

Day 7: Teaching - Lee!Solomon x Ler!Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Day 8: Exposed body part - Lee!Boothill x Ler!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 9: Dance - Lee!Adachi x Ler!Kurosawa (Cherry Magic)

Day 10: In secret - Lee!Henry x Ler!Alex (Red, White & Royal Blue)

Day 11: Noise - Switches!Ed x Winry (FMA Brotherhood)

Day 12: Wall - Switches!Clark x Lois (My Adventures with Superman)

Day 13: Alone - Lee!Kaveh x Ler!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Day 14: High - Lee!Hachi x Ler!Nana (Nana)

Day 15: Faking it - Lee!Hisashi x Ler!Mao (Tasogare Outfocus)

Day 16: Doctor - Lee!Sawyer x LerJack (LOST)

Day 17: Underwater - Lee!Xiao x Ler!Aether (Genshin Impact)

Day 18: Clothes - Lee!Deku x Ler!Bakugou (BNHA)

Day 19: Make up - Lee!Gepard x Ler!Sampo (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 20: Posing - Lee!Lyney x Ler!Wriothesley (Genshin Impact)

Day 21: Singing - Lee!Dan Heng x Ler!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 22: Cheating - Lee!Miyamura x Ler!Hori (Horimiya)

Day 23: Money - Lee!Jinshi x Ler!Maomao (The Apothecary Diaries)

Day 24: Bully - Lee!Reader x Ler!Sylus (Love and Deepspace)

Day 25: “No.” - Lee!Wade x Ler!Colossus (Deadpool)

Day 26: Timer - Lee!Aventurine x Ler!Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 27: Picky - Lee!Cherry x Ler!Joe (SK8 the Infinity)

Day 28: “The number you have dialed…” - Lee!Takeda x Ler!Ukai (Haikyuu)

Day 29: Help - Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 30: Magic - Lee!Frieren x Ler!Himmel (Sousou no Frieren)

Day 31: Rest - Lee!Narumi x Ler!Hirotaka (Wotakoi)

[gaybananabread]

could i possibly request 14 with lee Ragatha ler Zooble? when reading your hc list i saw that you mentioned Ragathas back more specifically her shoulder blades being really ticklish and can you imagine Zoobles claw tickling her there? killer also Zooble kind of feels like a bit of a sore loser haha

TickleTober Day 14 - Lose

~Ooo, a request that mentions my hcs! I’m gonna be honest, I wrote Ragatha a little differently here than the past two times for variety. Don’t worry, she’s still our lovable ragdoll—just a tad bit self-conscious. Thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Ragatha

Ler: Zooble

Summary: Ragatha invites Zooble over to play a board game on one of their rare “off-days” from adventures. Zooble loses and, being the sassy menace they are, decide it’s high time to give Ragatha something to really smile about.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“C’mon, c’mon…” Zooble whispered into their palm, shaking the dice around. They had claw and humanesque hand attachments that day, meaning they could roll with some ease.

Since there was no adventure planned for that day, Ragatha had suggested they play a board game. The others were each doing their own thing, enjoying the day off to do whatever. While Zooble would’ve liked to branch off as well, they couldn’t say no to the sweet doll’s request.

Tossing the dice across the board, Zooble watched as they tumbled and rolled. FInally, the dice landed, showing…snake eyes. The pieced-together character needed at least a seven to come close to winning.

“Uuuugh, f-*sproing*-k!” Zooble groaned, leaning back against Ragatha’s bed. There was almost no way they were winning now.

“Hey, no need to get upset! You’ve still got a shot.” Ragatha tried to cheer them up, smiling encouragingly. She casually rolled the dice, watching as they landed on six and five. Moving her colorful little cube eleven pieces, the doll found herself in the “Congratulations!” section of the board. “Oh…I won!”

“*boink* it…” Zooble huffed, flicking their purple game piece across the room. It smacked against the wall, bouncing back and forth before eventually glitching through the wall. “Stupid game pieces don’t even work right…”

“It’s alright, Zooble! You got really close to winning!” Ragatha was trying to be helpful, but it only served to agitate Zooble further. Her cheery attitude felt condescending after the trivial loss.

“Oh, yeah, totally! Only twenty spaces away!” Zooble grumbled, crossing their arms with a huff. Sure, they were being a sore loser, but they didn’t want to play the stupid game in the first place!

“Just take a deep breath, Zoobie. It’s not worth getting all upset over.” Ragatha sighed, reaching out to grab their shoulder. Her tone was slightly exasperated; it mingled with Zooble’s already irritated mood, making them snap.

“I’ll show you upset!” Zooble grabbed her hand before it could touch them, springing into action. Tugging her forward, they pushed her down, swinging their cartoonish leg over her to straddle her. She was stuck face-down, a blush on her cheeks.

“Z-Zooble! What’re you doing?!” Ragatha squirmed beneath them, trying fruitlessly to push herself up. The position was surprisingly difficult to get out of.

“Getting revenge.” Zooble moved their claw up to Ragatha’s shoulder blades, running the open edge of the scratchy appendage over her back. They’d gotten a tip from Jax that it was a bad spot for her, and they were itching for an excuse to try it out.

“For wha- GYEE! ZOHOHOHOOBLE! WHYHYHY?!” Ragatha jolted as she felt the toy’s claw on her shoulder blades, thrashing and squirming beneath them. She wasn’t even sure how she’d earned such a punishment, as fun as it was sure to be.

“For acting so…you.” Okay, yeah, it was a super weak excuse, but c’mon! Did anyone really need a good reason to tickle the living ball of optimism? She was kinda asking for it.

“TH-THAHAHAT’S NOHOT A GOHOHOOD REHEASON!” Ragatha all but whined, burying her face in her elbow. God, she was so loud! It was a wonder that Zooble hadn’t gotten sick of her laughter yet…

Zooble noticed as the doll tried to hide her laugh. Oh no, not in their house. Well, it was technically Ragatha’s room, but still!

“What do you think you’re doing?” With their hand, they pinned Ragatha’s arms above her head, keeping her from muting herself or curling up. “I’m tickling you for a reason. I wanna hear your adorable laugh.”

Ragatha squealed, feeling her plush cheeks burn from the compliment. First off, it was Zooble; a compliment from them had to be sincere.

Secondly, they were complimenting her laugh! Her loud, cackly, crazy-sounding laugh. Jax had pointed out how annoying it was on many occasions; hearing positive feedback about it never ceased to fluster her.

“Z-ZOHOOBLE, DOHON’T- *snort* SHUHUHUSH!” Oh god, the snorts. They always invaded Ragatha’s laughter when she was getting wrecked, making her already-loud laughter ten times as clamorous.

“Don’t shush? Got it,” they teased, giving the plushy muscles near Ragatha’s neck a little pinch. The squeaky hiccup that followed was so worth it. “You make all these little sounds when you laugh. It’s cute, doll.”

Unlike Jax, Zooble made the nickname sound affectionate. Ragatha could feel her entire face burning, which shouldn’t have even been possible; she didn’t have any blood! Still, she blushed fervently, whining through her cackles.

“OHOHO GOHOHOSH! ZOHOOBIE!” Ragatha used the banned nickname, too distracted by the tickles to think about the consequences of her actions.

“What? Not my fault this is your worst spot. Get less ticklish.” Zooble huffed, though the nickname made them narrow their eyes. She’d been warned about that… “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

“W-WAHAHAIT! IHI’M SOHORRY!”

“Oh, you will be…”

Before she could beg any further, Ragatha felt something pokey brush against her neck. She squealed, kicking her feet as Zooble nuzzled their little horn attachments against her neck, positively losing it.

“NAHAHAHAHO! ZOO- *snort* ZOHOHOOBLE! NAHAT THAHAHAT!” The poor ragdoll writhed beneath her fellow character, making every ridiculous noise under the sun. It tickled so bad! She could barely think straight, much less worry about how she sounded. It was kind of freeing, in a completely overwhelming way.

“I-IHI CAHAHAN’T! IHIHIT TIHIHI- *hic* TIHICKLES!” The doll shook her head, her little hair noodles twitching and standing on end. It seemed her digital body was as overwhelmed by the sensations as her mind was, beginning to glitch. Zooble took that as a good sign to stop.

“Alright, alright, calm down. I’m not gonna kill you.” They released Ragatha’s arms and climbed off her back with a huff. They weren’t really expecting her to follow, feeling the doll bury her warm face in their sort-of stomach.

“I-Ihi just- Ohoho golly…” Ragatha huffed, practically going limp in front of them. She was so worn out from all the tickles; she really wanted some cuddles.

Zooble sighed, somewhat used to Ragatha’s post-tickle snuggliness. They ran their hand through her hair, softly scratching the doll’s plush scalp. They disconnected their claw arm as well, tossing it over to grab a blanket and some pillows for the pair.

The toy quickly got them both comfortable, leaning back on pillows while Ragatha was covered by her blanket. They popped their arm back on with a sigh.

Sure, wrecking Ragatha and then cuddling her hadn’t been on Zooble’s agenda for the day, but it was a far cry from an unpleasant experience; they certainly preferred it over one of Caine’s stupid adventures.

Humming softly, Zooble relaxed into the pillows behidn them. They continued to card their hand through Ragatha’s hair noodles, enjoying the peaceful quiet in the room. Not a bad horrible day after all…

[fluffomatic]

Tickletober Day 14, Soft

Kingdom Hearts brain rot go brrrrrr! I like the idea of Donald and Goofy teasing their friend when they get in the Gummi Ship cause it "Runs on Laughter". So, anytime Sora shows even the littlest hint of sadness? The two softy tickle him until he can't help but be happy~!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[gigglylover1]

Tickletober - Day 13-14 - Win/Lose

I also finished this in September and this had made to sit down on my chair and do it over than 10 sits- 💀

Tickletober prompt: @august-anon @tickletober

(More random things I rambled/yapped about under the cut)

Also- realize that my ocs are in socks? Yeah @amelia-blogii didn't really like the stains on the couch and I had to clean it for her- now nobody (not even me- ;-;) can wear their shoes on the couch-

I think Amelia had left her phone somewhere ig- cause she forgotten to tell you it's her bifday- (literally just another way to say that I didn't tell what were my ocs birthdates yet-)

This is the last tickletober artpiece that is made without rushing or lazy from me because I have school, homework, assignments, deadlines, requests, etc etc so-

ye just have fun doing tickletober for everyone who is participating :D

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 14: Soft

Summary: On a shared day off, Tanjiro and Muchiro spend it together reminiscing about their childhoods, and Tanjiro discovers something very interesting about his friend.

Word Count: 2,001

Muichiro rarely took days off. He had the option to but found it unnecessary unless he needed to recover from injuries. Before he recovered his memories, there was no reason to. He had nothing he wanted to do, no one he wanted to be with. He knew nothing of his previous life or family, and his only motivation was the ever-present rage that grounded him. 

Now, he knew what had happened to his family. There was still little reason for him to spend his time doing anything other than training and killing demons. He was a Hashira after all, his time was more valuable than the other slayers. 

But when Tanjiro had sent him a letter asking to spend some time together, he supposed he could take one day off.

Muichiro met him at the Butterfly Mansion. Tanjiro had written in his letter that he was recovering from some minor injuries he'd incurred on a mission, but Muichiro hadn't been prepared for the extent of them or the spark of anger that flared in him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching up to gingerly touch the bandage around Tanjiro's head.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, it's worse than it looks," He reassured, smile as blinding as usual. Besides the bandages around his head and neck, he was walking with a noticeable limp in his right leg, and without his haori on, Muichiro could see more bandages around his ribs.

He didn't believe Tanjiro but didn't push. Instead he continued to worriedly examine Tanjiro, despite his protests, until he was satisfied. 

"It really isn't that bad! Miss Shinobu even said I could leave and go to town!"

"No."

"Oh, you don't want to? Did you have something else in mind?"

"You're still injured. You shouldn't leave. Can you even walk?" Muichiro asked, looking around Tanjiro's private room. He didn't see any crutches.

"Mhm! I can get around fine!" He insisted, standing from his seat on the bed and walking around the room for emphasis. Muichiro didn't seem impressed, making Tanjiro pout as he grabbed his robe and haori, slipping both on. He would have earlier, but he didn't realize how quickly Muichiro would arrive. 

"We'll stay here. I'll ask one of the girls to bring us a meal," Muichiro told him and was leaving before Tanjiro could react.

He didn't really mind. He thought they would enjoy a peaceful day walking around town, but he was content as long as he got to see Muichiro. They wrote to each other regularly, but it was rare to get to spend time together. He always treasured it when they could.

Muichiro returned quickly with Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho, each carrying food that they deposited on the table. The three girls huddled around Tanjiro, chattering with him for a few minutes before they left to return to their chores. 

The two boys kneeled across from each other at the table. As they began eating, an awkward silence fell over them. Tanjiro, while normally sociable, always found himself struggling to speak with Muichiro. It was easier when they wrote letters, when he didn't completely lose all sense looking at Muichiro, when the odd, pleasant warmth wasn't overwhelming.

Before he realized it, he was drawn out of his thoughts and blurted, "There's sakura mochi!"

Muichiro smiled at him, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, but it's not little sister Hanako's absolute favorite! We only ever had it a few times, but she loves it! She practically drools anytime she sees it," He said, laughing at the fond memory.

"I didn't know you had any siblings other than Nezuko."

Tanjiro stilled, his smile tightening as a sad look passed over his face. "They passed. When Nezuko was turned…"

They were silent again. Muichiro waited for Tanjiro to continue speaking; he didn't. 

"I had an older brother," Muichiro began, "A twin. I couldn't remember him for a long time."

"That's awful," he frowned.

"It's okay," he smiled. It was better remembering. "I don't know what his favorite food was. We never had much, so we took what we could."

"We didn't either. I sold charcoal to support us."

"We provided for ourselves after our parents passed. He was always mad at me. And cold. Said I never worked hard enough or fast enough."

"That sounds a little like my brother Takeo! He could be a little harsh sometimes, but he's really a sweet kid."

"How many siblings do you have?"

He told him and named them, and they talked about them and Muichiro's brother. Tanjiro told him things that he hadn't thought about in years, because there was always something going on, some other threat, and there was rarely a moment for reflection like this. Once he got started, it was surprisingly easy for Tanjiro to talk about. There was almost something comforting about it, like a weight he hadn't realized was there was being lifted off of his chest.

Muichiro told him things too, about his brother and parents; memories that had barely just returned to him. Tanjiro wondered if it was as cathartic for him. It must have been, because neither of them could find it in them to stop talking, sharing stories until they were both smiling and laughing, feeling oddly at ease in having someone that understood and being able to escape that pain for a few moments. 

"I used to be a crybaby. It always annoyed him."

Tanjiro laughed good-naturedly. Muichiro didn't think he could do anything otherwise; he didn't have an ounce of malice in his body. "Really? It's hard to imagine with how you are now."

"Yeah. I don't think he liked seeing me upset. He always tried to cheer me up," Muichiro abandoned his half-eaten meal, shoving it away from him and busying his fingers with untangling his hair.

"How?" Tanjiro asked, tilting his head curiously. He also had stopped eating, but it seemed as if he had forgotten his food was there, as if all of his focus was on Muichiro. It was an odd feeling.

"Oh, he used to tickle me."

"I do that to my little siblings too! It's so cute whe—" Tanjiro cut himself off, staring at him with his mouth agape. "Wait! You're ticklish?"

"Uh, yeah," He felt his face redden slightly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "Is that… not normal?"

"Oh, no!" Tanjiro shook his head, waving his hands, "I didn't mean anything bad by it! It's perfectly normal; I am too! I was only surprised considering how you were when we first met. I would have never thought that you were ticklish, though I guess it isn't more surprising than Genya…"

Muichiro laughed at Tanjiro's rambling and thought back to his earlier words, "You're a good big brother."

His eyes clouded over as he thought of Yuchiro. His memories had returned, but it still felt as if a piece of him was missing without his brother. There was a constant, piercing ache in his heart that oddly felt less painful the they talked, every word dulling the pain, if only for the moment. It helped, being here with Tanjiro.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Tanjiro poked him in the side, making him shy away. He hadn't noticed when Tanjiro moved next to him. Had he missed something important again? 

"Sor—"

"You seem a little down today. It's a good thing I know how to cheer you up!" 

Tanjiro poked his side again, and Muichiro bit the inside of his cheek. He eyed Tanjiro cautiously and was greeted by a kind smile and gentle eyes that made his heart stutter. He trusted Tanjiro and knew he would never intentionally hurt him; it wasn't something he'd experienced in years, but if it ever were to happen again, he supposed he wouldn't mind if it was Tanjiro. After all, he had enjoyed those rare moments when his brother was affectionate.

Besides, it was nice to see Tanjiro smiling like that. Muichiro would do anything to keep him smiling like that.

"It's been awhile. I don't know if I'm still ticklish."

"Want to find out?" His eyes sparkled.

"Yeah," Muichiro's face felt hot.

"Okay," Tanjiro was kneeled beside him on the mats, earnest eyes that Muichiro couldn't meet bore into his skin as he skittered his fingers across his stomach. "Then let's try here!"

He gasped, squirming at the nostalgic sensation. "It seems like you still are! Now let's try somewhere else…"

Tanjiro tweaked his ribs, delighting in the small huffs he elicited from the other boy and his widening smile. His touch was gentle, barely ghosting over his skin in a way that left a tingling sensation long after the touch and made him yearn for more.

"You… don't have to—to be soho… gentle. I'm nahat that… fragile," Muichiro managed between his breathy giggles.

"If that's what you want!" Tanjiro's smile widened as he dug his fingers into his ribs. 

He squeaked, bursting into rapid giggles at the intense sensations. He clutched his hands into fists, straining to keep them at his side and ignored his instinct to curl up into a ball.

Tanjiro's touch was still light, allowing him to enjoy the sensation without desperately needing to escape. It was so different from Yuchiro. He tickled him mercilessly, wrecking him in his worst spots until his laughter was silent and he was on the verge of tears. It was awful but also left him feeling so light-headed and giddy he couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Tanjiro's hands shifted, moving to gently glide his short nails along Muichiro's back to give him a break.

Muichiro made an inhuman noise, giggles becoming louder and more rapid as he doubled over. He clenched his hands in Tanjiro's haori as he buried his face in his chest, too distracted by the ticklish sensations to realize how embarrassing their position was.

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, stifling a laugh and temporarily stilling his hands.

He nodded against his chest, still giggling, and Tanjiro resumed his playful attack, making him writhe and shriek.

"That's good, because I'm really enjoying this! Your laugh is so cute!"

He bit back a groan, shaking his head that was still resting on Tanjiro's chest.

"You don't think it's cute?"

"Ihihihits nahahahaht!"

"Yes it is! It's adorable!"

"Nohoho! I behet yohohohours ihihis cuhuhuhuter!" 

"Wha—no it's not!" Tanjiro exclaimed, and the tickling suddenly stopped.

Muichiro's face burned as he realized what he'd said and their intimate position. Tanjiro was practically hugging him, and Muichiro was clinging to him. But he didn't want to stop. He was still lightly giggling when he finally mustered enough courage to peek up at Tanjiro. 

His face was as red as Muichiro's, his smile wide, and his eyes nervous. He didn't know what to make of that.

"I… I think you're cute," Tanjiro finally spoke up, voice hushed.

Muichiro's throat was dry. He didn't know if it was his or Tanjiro's heart that was beating so fast. 

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for Tanjiro's face to fall as if anticipating a rejection. He wouldn't get one.

Muichiro leaned closer, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd pressed a kiss to Tanjiro's cheek.

His smile was more radiant than Muichiro had ever seen it. Tanjiro reached out his hand to smooth out Muichiro's frazzled hair. 

After what felt like an eternity, Tanjiro said, "I like you."

He couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Me too."

This time, Tanjiro leaned in, and Muichiro met him halfway, sinking into the short, soft kiss—his first kiss.

Then Tanjiro pulled him into a hug, gently cradling him and burying his face into his shoulder, but Muichiro could still imagine the blinding grin and the red flush he must've had.

Once again, they sat together in silence, one that was comfortable and reflective, and Muichiro found himself quite thankful that he had taken the day off.

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024 - Day 14: High (Sethoscara)

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #14: Lose

So before I kick off my windbreaker obsession, I watched the hq movie recently and naturally my brain became obsessed with KenHina so I've been cooking this one for a bit and it's finally done

I think my other hq fics are all timeskip but this one is NOT

Enjoy<3

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Kenma x Hinata (romantic)

Lee: Hinata

Ler: Kenma

Warnings: Tickles!

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A game over screen flashed brightly on Kenma’s handheld console, though it wasn’t the faux blonde who was playing.

“Aww dang it! I lost again” an annoyed huff came out of Karasuno’s #10, who was all nuzzled up on the blonde’s lap. Cat-like eyes peeking over his shoulder to look at the screen.

Earlier that day, Hinata had decided to indulge Kenma’s wish of staying in, but naturally he needed something to do so he settled to try the game that his partner frequents. Kenma made it look so easy, so why was he so bad at it?!

“Okay, okay. One more go” Hinata said with newfound determination, restarting the game.

From behind, Kenma let out an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been at it for a while, I want cuddles” he practically mumbled against the ginger’s neck, his arms squeezing his middle.

“Just one more- Hehey! That tickles” Shoyo giggled out, squirming in his partner’s hold. Missing the way that Kenma’s lip stretched into a mischievous smirk, already plotting.

The setter’s hands wormed their way under his partner’s shirt, fingers curling around the sides of his waist. Kenma had to stifle a chuckle when Shoyo squeaked like a toy, trying to fold on himself, but the setter kept him held upright.

“Kenma- Nohoho!!!” The ginger all but shrieked when he felt short, blunt nails start to lightly scratch up and down his bare sides. The sensation makes him want to lurch away, but unable to. “I can’t play like thihihis!”

“That’s kinda the point” the setter pulled a high pitched squeal out of the shorter one when he started pinching at his hip bone. He couldn’t help but smile earnestly at the adorable reactions his partner produced. “Now c’mon, give up alreadyyyy~”

“N-never! HeeeEEEEEeeek! YoHOu cheheHEAter!” the middle blocker cackled out brightly, face flushing over all the embarrassing sounds that Kenma managed to pull out of him.

“Oh?~”

Oh no, that tone could mean nothing but trouble. Hinata felt his heart drop in his chest when he was suddenly sprawled onto his back, Nekoma’s setter looming over him with a predatory gaze. At this point, the game had been long forgotten.

An audible gulp rang in the room “Wahait! Can’t we talk about thiHIHIS?! NAHAHA! KENMAAAHAHAHA!” Shoyo felt his brain go all fuzzy when Kenma landed on top of him, burying his face into his neck and attacking it with nibbles and raspberries. All while his hands squeezed his waist in a way that pushed all that sweet laughter out of his throat.

It didn’t take long until Hinata was all tuckered out, practically clinging onto the blonde. Well, that’s one way to get cuddles. He held the ginger close, using his palm to get rid of any leftover tingles. A soft murmur could be heard coming from the shorter male, though Kenma couldn’t quite decipher what he said. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

The setter felt his heart do a small flip when his gaze locked with Hinata’s. Half-lidded, adorable eyes with a hint of… revenge?

“I said… I’m so getting you back for that” the ginger said more confidently. “I might suck at your videogames, but I’m definitely the better tickler” he proclaimed pridefully, snuggling closer to his partner.

Kenma rolled his eyes fondly, though deep down he felt a bit excited by the threat.

“We’ll see about that”.

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[ticklystuff]

2024 Tickletober Masterpost

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all fics are sfw!

Day 1: ler!Thoma lee!Ayato (Genshin Impact)

Day 2: ler!Jiaoqiu lee!Moze (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 3: ler!Itto lee!Gorou (Genshin Impact)

Day 4: ler!Heizou lee!Itto (Genshin Impact)

Day 5: ler!Beidou lee!Ningguang (Genshin Impact)

Day 6: ler!Childe lee!Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Day 7: ler!Childe lee!Scaramouche (Genshin Impact)

Day 8: ler!Chongyun lee!Xingqiu (Genshin Impact)

Day 9: ler!Louis lee!Alear (Fire Emblem: Engage)

Day 10: ler!Tighnari ler!Cyno lee!Alhaitham (Genshin Impact)

Day 11: ler!Chongyun lee!Gaming (Genshin Impact)

Day 12: ler!Hu Tao lee!Furina (Genshin Impact)

Day 13: ler!Moze lee!Jiaoqiu (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 14: ler!Cyno lee!Tighnari (Genshin Impact)

Day 15: ler!Jin lee!Asin (Grand Chase)

Day 16: ler!Gaius lee!Lon'qu (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Day 17: ler!Aether lee!Lyney (Genshin Impact)

Day 18: ler!Zhongli lee!Childe (Genshin Impact)

Day 19: ler!Sylvain lee!Felix (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Day 20: ler!Aventurine lee!Dr. Ratio (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 21: ler!Sampo lee!Gepard (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 22: ler!Ronan lee!Harpe (Grand Chase)

Day 23: ler!Dan Heng lee!Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 24: ler!Navia lee!Clorinde (Genshin Impact)

Day 25: ler!Kazuha lee!Heizou (Genshin Impact)

Day 26: ler!Raihan lee!Leon (Pokemon: Sword and Shield)

Day 27: ler!Lucina lee!Severa (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Day 28: ler!Aether lee!Xiao (Genshin Impact)

Day 29: ler!Albedo lee!Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Day 30: ler!Boothill lee!Argenti (Honkai Star Rail)

Day 31: ler!Ratio lee!Aventurine (Honkai Star Rail)

[thebest-medicine]

I finished 2 more tickletober fics today! they’ll be up in the next day or two

[ticklygiggles]

Lovelynim's tickletober Day 14: High

WangXian

A/N: I'm super late but oh well~

Ah, what a wonderful sensation. It's been decades since he last felt this way. Light-headed, relaxed body, heavy and uncoordinated limbs. His mind was racing at a dizzying speed, but at the same time, his thoughts seemed to be slow and senseless.

"Wei Ying?"

Wei WuXian snapped his eyes open when he heard that deep voice. A bright smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he gasped in excitement. "Lan Zhan! What took you so long to find me?!" 

"Wei Ying, what are you-" Lan WangJi halted with a soft gasp, his nose scrunching up slightly as the pungent smell hit his nostrils. "Wei Ying, that is..."

"Hehehe, shuuush, Lan Zhan! I promise I just had a bit~ I'm hiding here so your uncle can't smell it! Does it annoy you, husband? You won't keep me company?" 

Lan WangJi looked doubtful, looking back the way he came from and then at Wei WuXian. For a moment, Wei WuXian thought Lan WangJi was going to leave and he felt an overwhelming urge to cry, but when he saw Lan WangJi walking towards him and sitting beside him, Wei WuXian screamed happily, throwing himself to his husband and hugging him tightly.

"Lan Zhan~," he giggled, straddling Lan WangJi's hips as he sat on his lap, their chests pressed together. "Lan Zhan, I feel like I'm floating," he giggled again and beamed when he heard a soft chuckle.

"I think you had more than a just little, Wei Ying," Lan WangJi said softly, his hands holding Wei WuXian's waist. "Where did you even get that?"

"I bought it when we were visiting Caiyi City the other day~" Wei WuXian explained, shivering slightly as Lan WangJi started to gently rub his sides. That felt nice. It was kinda itchy, it made his body flinch slightly... it tickled. Wei WuXian giggled again, "I promise to throw it away if you tickle me, though."

"Yes?"

"Please, please, Lan Zhan! You know how I love it when you tickle me! So please, just a little, yes? Right there in m-my wahahahaist! Yehehehes!"

Wei WuXian shrieked with laughter, barely squirming in Lan WangJi's arms as his long, deft fingers squeezed his waist, making him laugh. He felt interestingly more sensitive, but his body was surrendered under the glorious sensation.

"Ihihit tihihickles! Hi-Higher, Lan Zhahan, under my ahaHAHAHA!"

It was as if his body was vibrating, he could only focus on the tickling under his arms and the soft kisses Lan WangJi began to leave in the hollow of his neck. Wow, what an incredible feeling! So maddening, yet addictive at the same time. Wei WuXian couldn't control his arms, so they stayed around Lan WangJi's neck, letting his fingers wiggle against his armpits.

"Your face is red."

How long had Lan WangJi been tickling him? Five seconds? Two hours? A whole day? He didn't really know, but he didn't want him to stop.

"Should I give you a break?" Lan WangJi asked kindly when Wei WuXian's laughter started to turn silent, but he shook his head stubbornly.

"N-Nohoho! I l-lohove ihihit!"

Lan WangJi chuckled, blowing a tiny raspberry against Wei WuXian's throat when he threw his head back, finally sending him to silent laughter.

"I think that is enough." He patiently waited for Wei WuXian to calm down before he picked him up in his arms. "Let us get you some milk. Are you feeling well?"

Wei WuXian nodded, nuzzling into Lan WangJi's neck, feeling drowsy as he rocked in Lan WangJi's arms with every step he took.

"I love you, husband."

"Mn. I love you too, Wei Ying... but no more smoking for you. I can tickle you whenever you want."

Wei WuXian giggled, nodding as he closed his eyes. "That is a promise~"