#tickletober day 9

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Tktober Day 9: Wake Up!

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Tickletober Day 9 - Wake Up!

The Beastly Count After Dark - ler!Violetta, lee!Theobald

Theobald is refusing to wake up, so Violetta has resorted to…“drastic measures”.

“Theobald! I said it’s time to wake up!” Violetta was at her witts end. Theobald was refusing to wake up no matter what Violetta did. But then she saw his the corners of his mouth twist upwards for a split second…that bitch was AWAKE?! “Fine, if you’re going to be this way, I guess I’m going to have to take drastic measures!” As she said this, her hands latched onto Theobald’s ribs and dug between the bones. Theobald’s eyes shot open and he let out a girlish squeal, “VIOLEHEHETTAHAHA! STAHAHAP!”

“Well good morning to you too, sleepyhead.” She instantly stopped as he had asked her to…she’d come to regret that in a moment as Theobald grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could move, he straddled her waist, holding her arms above her head. Theobald smirked, “Did you really think you’d get away with that without consequences?” Violetta flushed and then was thrown into laughter like Theobald was just moments ago.

[trashyswitch]

Day 9: Lie

Despite having a doctor in the house, Jackie goes to Jameson's room to get some tender loving care from his non-verbal friend. Jameson happily provides that, and a little more.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all the Canadians! And I believe today is Columbus day/Indigenous People's Day for Americans too. There's two independence days as well, and overall...24 holidays today! I had no clue. either way, I hope you all enjoy!

Jackie walked up to the door and knocked gently. When the person came to the door and opened it, Jackie looked up to the person at the door. 

‘Hello Jackie.’ the person signed. Jackie smiled and lowered his right arm. “Hi Jay. May I come in?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie nodded his head and opened the door for him. Jackie walked in, and sat on the chair at the side of his room. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked. 

Jackie sighed and bit his lip, before removing the unzipping his onesie and pulling his arm out. “There’s a reason I wear red.” Jackie explained. “I wear it to cover up any blood that leaves my wounds.” He unrolled his sleeve to show Jamie his arm. “I…” 

Jamie widened his eyes and covered his mouth. Jamie pulled up a chair and checked the slice wound on his arm. ‘Does it hurt?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie chuckled. “Yeah…but it’s nothing I can’t handle!” Jackie declared, smiling with a thumbs up. 

Jamie hummed silently and stared at the man for a moment before going back to checking the wound. He conjured up a mask and gloves, before putting both on, followed by a pair of glasses. He took a better look at the cut and looked at Jackie. ‘Hurt?’ Jamie asked. 

“Nope.” Jackie replied. 

Jamie opened the wound slightly with his fingers. Then he looked at Jackie and raised his eyebrows in an attempt to ask. 

“I’m fine.” Jackie replied despite some visible strain in his voice. 

Jamie looked at Jackie with suspicion. Jamie then conjured up a bowl and a pitcher of cool water, before dumping bits of the water onto the cut at a time to clean it out. This made any loose bits of blood and dirt fall out of the wound and into the bowl. Jamie looked up and raised his eyebrows again, asking once again for an update on the pain. 

“mm- fine.” Jackie muttered. It seemed like Jackie was determined to keep his pain and anguish a secret from Jamie at any cost. 

Jamie looked at Jackie with eyes partly closed, clearly unamused and annoyed. He didn’t want Jackie to suck it up for him. So, Jamie shoved his finger into the wound and raised his eyebrows slightly more dramatically. 

Jackie yelped and pulled his arm back, grabbing it with his other hand. “OW! DUDE!” Jackie yelled. 

‘Did that hurt?’ Jamie signed, showing slight frustration on his face, as well as in his ASL.

“YES! What do YOU fuckin’ think?!” Jackie yelled. 

Jamie looked him straight in the eye. ‘Thank you for telling me the truth.’ he replied. 

Jackie stared at him and blinked, taken aback. “........I’m sorry, what?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie put the bowl down and picked up a piece of gauze from the bed. Ripping open the gauze, he reached out and took Jackie’s hand. He stayed silent while he did so, due to his hands —his only form of communication— being occupied. 

Jackie was left confused, but strangely let Jamie work at his arm again. But…why he let Jamie work at his arm again despite Jamie’s malice towards him…he couldn’t be sure. Maybe because he was desperate? Or maybe it was because he knew Jamie was proving a point, and wouldn’t do it again. 

After Jamie was done, he put the gauze down and let go so he could sign. ‘You are not being truthful about how you feel.’ Jamie told him.

Jackie blinked. “That…that’s because I feel fine, despite the cut.” Jackie replied. 

Jamie let out a long sigh, and shook his head. ‘No you don’t.’ Jamie said as he conjured up a roll of gauze. 

“But-…but I do!” Jackie repeated. 

Jamie cleared his throat loudly and started to wrap the gauze around the wound. Again, Jamie stayed silent through the wrapping process due to both his hands being too occupied to sign anything. This left Jackie in an uncomfortable state of silent agony. But Jackie didn’t need Jamie to tell him anything…because Jamie’s face said it all. 

Disappointment.

Jamie tied the gauze ends together and put his hands down. ‘Done lying?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie widened his eyes and blinked. Gosh…it’s scary knowing how much Jamie could see through him. The man was not only naturally talented at conveying nonverbal gestures, but also at observing other people’s non-verbal gestures. It fascinated Jackie to no end. 

He finally let go. “Okay, fine…” Jackie sighed and put his arm down. “I’m not okay. I can’t stop thinking about the robbery victim.” Jackie told him as he put on his onesie sleeve again. “The victim’s in the hospital with life-threatening injuries.” Jackie told him. “And the perpetrator got away. He was the one who…” Jackie looked down at his arm and sighed. 

Jamie nodded and adjusted himself in his seat. ‘Why go to me?’ Jamie pointed to the arm. ‘Henrik is a doctor.’ Jamie made the D sign and touched the left inner wrist to make the sign. 

“Doctor?” Jackie clarified. 

Jamie nodded with a smile. ‘Why me? Why not go to the doctor?’ Jamie asked, repeating the sign. 

Jackie bit his lip. “Henrik is very against what I do.” Jackie admitted. “He doesn’t say it out loud, but he doesn’t need to in order to make his opinion known.” he explained. 

Jamie smirked. ‘What does he tell you?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie sighed. “He warns me about overdoing it and getting injured too often.” Jackie admitted. 

Jamie smiled a bit more. ‘I warn you too.’ Jamie mentioned. 

Jackie grunted. “But you do it with a lot more patience.” Jackie complained with a laugh. 

Jamie chuckled and showed his teeth in his smile, shrugging his shoulders and signing the word ‘true’ back to him. 

“You also know how to cheer me up.” Jackie admitted. “Even when I don’t want to be.” Jackie added with a laugh. Jamie smirked and looked to the upper right, wiggling his mustache playfully. This alone was enough to make Jackie laugh. “Yeah! Like that! We have the same visual humor.” Jackie admitted. Jamie smiled brightly and cleared his throat, getting up. He conjured up a doctor coat and scrubs, put on a medical mask, and wrapped a stethoscope around his neck. Then, he put on a name tag that said [Cheer Up Doctor]. Jackie smiled brightly. “Ooohoho, nice get up! Still not a doctor though…” Jackie teased. 

Jamie rolled his eyes as he pulled out the stethoscope and waved the end of it. ‘Check heart?’ Was roughly what Jamie was asking. 

“Sure!” Jackie replied. 

Jamie placed the stethoscope onto his chest and listened to his heart. Jamie looked super focused on his heart, almost like he WAS able to hear his heart. Jamie soon lowered the stethoscope and removed the earpieces from his ears. ‘Small bit low. Signs of sadness.’ Jamie told him. 

Jackie chuckled. “Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” Jackie teased. 

Jamie gave him an unimpressed face before pulling out a thermometer. He waved the thermometer, as if saying ‘check temperature?’ To him. When Jackie gave him the permission, he placed the thermometer in his mouth, under his tongue. A few seconds later, the thermometer beeped and Jamie removed it. He sighed with a smile and showed Jackie the thermometer screen: [Sadder than Eeyore] 

Jackie read it and laughed, loving the little reference. 

Jamie pulled out a clipboard from his doctor coat and conjured up a pen. He started vigorously writing, before removing the paper and giving it to Jackie. 

Jackie read the paper. 

[Treatment: 10 minutes of tickles] 

Jackie widened his eyes and looked up at Jamie. “...Really?” He asked. 

Jamie tapped the paper. ‘Wanna be treated here? Or at home?’ Jamie asked. 

Jackie could feel his face heating up slightly. “Uhhhh…” He chuckled awkwardly and adjusted himself in his seat. “Here? I guess?” Jackie replied, giving Jamie permission to tickle him.

Jamie nodded and offered a hand. ‘Paper please.’ Jamie signed. Jackie laughed and handed him the paper. Jamie took the paper and adjusted his glasses to read it, nodding like a good doctor would, pretending like he had not just written the ‘prescription’. Then, he turned away, put the paper into his pocket, before turning to face Jackie again and sprinting up to him. 

“ooOHGOD-!” Jackie yelped as he was playfully tackled to the bed and tickled mercilessly on his armpits. “eeEEK! WAIT-HAHAHA! Eeek! Noho! NAHAHAHA! You ahahahaHAHAHASS!” Jackie yelled. 

Jamie smiled brightly and winked, before lifting up Jackie’s right arm and signing the word ‘cute’ to him…only for him to resume his tickle attack on just the right armpit. 

Jackie threw his head back and shook his head as his laughing fits filled the room with gleeful noise. “HAHAHAhahaha- Cohohome ohon! Hahaha! Hehehehe- Whyhyhy tihickles?!” Jackie asked. 

Jamie let go of his arm and signed the word ‘fun’ to Jackie. 

“Fun?!” Jackie reacted. 

‘Strong man is ticklish’ Jamie signed next before moving his hands to his ribs. ‘Your laugh is funny’ He signed right before gripping his ribs. 

“Is this really the only treatMENT OPTIOHOHON?! BAAAHAHAHAHA- Hahahaha! This ihihis ridihihiculous! NahaHAHA!” Jackie argued. 

Jamie only squeezed his ribs in response, earning him another fit of hysterical laughter. 

Jamie wiggled his fingers evilly in his face, and moved them around to figure out where to touch down. 

“Oh no, oh no, Jahamie dohon’t you dahahare!” Jackie pleaded. 

Jamie smiled and made his hands into fists facing down. Slowly, he began to count his fingers one by one. 

‘1…2…’ Jamie had both index fingers stretched out. And Jackie was giggling helplessly as he watched Jamie’s fingers anxiously. 

‘3…4…’ Jamie had both middle fingers out now, joining the index fingers in the fight to tickle. And Jackie could only close his eyes and shake his head as giggles left his lungs. 

‘5…6…’ Jamie’s thumbs were now outstretched for poor, vulnerable Jackie to watch and fear as his mind filled with teasy daydreams and phantom tickles.

‘7…8…’ Jamie’s ring fingers were now outstretched, further tormenting Jackie with their look alone. This made Jackie tense up and shake with an anxious, wobbly smile filling his face. 

‘9…10!” The moment both of Hamie’s pinkies were stretched out, the dapper boy let his wiggly fingers touch down. With no moment to lose, he skittered and scraped Jackie’s ribs as gently and as teasily as he possibly could. 

“eeeEEEEEEHEHEEEEK! Heeheeheehee- HAHAHAhahaha! Ihihihihi cahahan’t! Ihihi cahahan’t dohohoho ihit!” Jackie yelled at him. 

Jamie took pity on him and stopped his fingers. For now, anyway. But when Jamie started visibly scanning the man, Jackie immediately began to sense that something else was afoot. “…what?” Jackie asked. 

Jamie looked up at Jackie. ‘One more?’ Jamie asked.

Jackie groaned slightly at this. 

But Jamie was considerate beyond the insistence. ‘Finale! I’ll stop after! Promise!’ Jamie signed. 

Jackie could only look at Jamie’s puppy dog eyes for a few seconds…before he ultimately gave up the cause. “Fiiine.” He replied.

Jamie smiled brightly for a few moments before removing the medical mask from his face, Then, Jamie took in a quick deep breath, and lowered himself down! 

PPFFBBBFFFBBBBFFT! 

Aaaand out came any ounce of leftover sadness left inside of Jackie. 

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Tickletober day 9 - Wake Up!

This was just too perfect for Frieren 😂

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

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Lovelynim's tickletober Day 9: Dance

Xavier x Reader

A/N: I'm sooo sorry I'm super late for day 9 as well fkdnfkff but big thanks to wonderful and very talented and hardworking @lovelynim that requested little bunny getting wrecked. I hope you enjoy this, looooove mwaaah ❤️❤️ again, I'm sorry I'm late fifnfkfndkkc

"Didn't we practice dancing like two times already before?"

"Really?" He asked, pulling you closer to his body. "I really can't remember, but if we already did..." Twirl. "This is just to make sure we haven't forgotten."

You rolled your eyes fondly. You were already a little tired of these missions that required dancing and wearing clothes not so comfortable to shoot a gun, but you had to admit that dancing so close to Xavier wasn't tiring at all. He moved lightly and gracefully, just like a prince who has danced in ballrooms over and over and over again.

He guided you carefully, his arm secure around your waist and his hand taking yours gently. His scent was intoxicating; nothing extravagant, though. He smelled just like clothes fresh out of the dryer, like the sun, like naps and lazy days. He smelled of old book pages, soap, and a light floral scent.

Your nose nestled in the crook of his neck and you took a long breath, your lungs filling with his scent before you let the air out through your mouth. Your breath brushed against his skin, raising goosebumps, and you were almost not surprised when he pulled his neck away slightly with a soft chuckle.

"Did that tickle?"

He cleared his throat. "A little bit."

"Hmm..." You smiled, the tip of your nose caressing the side of his neck, feeling the pulse just below his jaw. You were almost sure you felt him shiver a little and your smile only grew bigger when his ears started to turn red. "You know, Xavier..."

Xavier hummed, still gently rocking side to side to the music on his player.

"I've always wondered... do you think Lumiere is just as ticklish as you?"

"What?" He almost tripped and you did your best not to burst out laughing.

"Could Luminer be as ticklish as you are?" You asked again, the arm around his shoulders moving down a little, tracing his spine and shoulder blades.

Xavier positively shivered, letting out a small gasp as his spine arched away from your touch, pushing you back a little. You giggled.

"Do you think he also has a ticklish back? Riiight here, on the shoulder blades." You poked him in that spot and he couldn't help but giggle as he jolted.

"I- I m-mehean. He c-could b-be, I gue- ahaha!"

"Ah yes, do you think he's also very ticklish here on the side of his chest?" Your arm had already come down and had gotten between his arm and his side to reach that little hollow right next to her chest.

Xavier laughed, pressing his arm against his side, his feet stopping as he tried to push you away from him.

"W-Why ahahare you interested in k-knowing whehether Lumiere- wahahahait!"

He tried to capture your hand, but his movements became slow and uncoordinated as your fingers pressed against his ribs playfully.

"I think he has a very ticklish ribcage too. Don't you think?" Xavier shook his head, laughing as he moved his torso away.

"W-Weheheren't we d-dahahancing- ahahaha! N-Not thehehere!"

"Oh right, he really must be super ticklish under his arms too!" You giggled mischievously, squealing a little when he suddenly collapsed back against the couch, your body following his.

He laughed and squirmed, his hands grabbing your shoulders; noticing an opening, you shoved your other hand under his other armpit and he threw his head back with melodical laughter.

"W-Wahahait uhuhup!"

"Do you think you can ask him next time you see him, Xavier?" You smiled warmly at him, fighting the urge to kiss his smiling lips. "Ah, don't worry, I won't try tickling him, after all... he's probably not ticklish at all, right~?"

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Prank and Chase (Demon Slayer)

Heyo! Happy Tickletober everyone! This is a bit of a fic trade with the amazing @gladdygirl18! Since she's offered me a day for this month, I wanted to do the same; thus bringing you this fic! :D It's inspired by the famous TenRen chase video! I hope you like it, friend! :D

CW: Swearing, food mention

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Tengen couldn’t hear any of the words Sanemi or Obanai were saying. He didn’t care any longer.

All that mattered was the figure walking by in the distance.

“And I-WHOA!” Sanemi shouted in surprise when Tengen bolted, a flash of muscle that left no mess behind. The two hashira looked at each other with amused glances, gathering back up their snacks.

“Look at that.” Obanai gestured. “Dinner and a show.”

~~~

Rengoku hummed to himself a happy tune as he crossed the paths leading from the Master’s home. He had just finished up reporting- now it was time for something tasty and perhaps even a bath. Maybe he’d invite Tengen to the hot springs-

Something zoomed by, sending his Haori flying. His hearing might be damaged, but his sense of smell was stronger than ever. He’d recognized that cologne anywhere.

Tengen really needed to wear less.

“Tengen, my good-” Rengoku blinked, finding air. The smell remained, and now he could hear the faintest of giggles. He smiled, turning around to find-

“Tengen?” No one. Oh. He understood now. He laughed as he put his breathing technique to use, rapidly twisting and ducking to find him. Tengen evaded him like a ghost, his chuckles growing at each dodge. Rengoku paused for half a second.

“Gotcha- who!” Tengen yelped when Rengoku ducked beneath his legs, grabbing his waist from behind.

“Surprise-” But he was gone again! Rengoku twisted around before Tengen could get him, running in circles with the former-shinobi on his heels. “Come here, Kyojuro!”

“Never!” Rengoku laughed, leaping and ducking at each grab attempt. Suddenly, Tengen stumbled, taking a knee and holding his leg. “U-Uzui?”

“Oh! Oh my leg! My leg…” He groaned, the humor in his voice gone as he doubled over it. Rengoku was by his side immediately.

“Tengen, hang-” Suddenly he was on his back, the shinobi grinning down at him. “You tricked me!”

“A ninja uses every technique in the book, Kyo. Now…take THIS!” He cried, grabbing onto Rengoku’s sides. He squeezed rapidly, wiggling his fingers into the soft parts.

“AH!” The blonde barked out a yelp before dissolving into giggles, squirming beneath his friend as he laughed. “Nohohohoohohoho! Tehehehehngehhehehehn! Aheahahahhahaha- it tihihihihickles!”

“No, does it? I never would have guessed!”

In the distance, Sanemi and Obanai carried on eating their snacks, entertained by the sight.

“Get his hips, Uzui! That’ll make him scream!” Sanemi called out.

“No, drag it out first. Really make him suffer!” Obanai called after him. Sanemi raised a brow.

“Calm down, snake eyes- it’s tickling, not torture.”

“What’s the difference?” Obanai asked. Sanemi raised his Ohaji to that.

Then proceeded to drop it when Rengoku let out a loud scream.

“TEHEHEHHENGEHEHEHHEN PLEHAHAHAHHAHSE!” Rengoku cried as his hips were ruthlessly drilled into, Tengen’s boisterous laughter mixing with his own as he thrash and twisted in place.

“Does it tickle? Does it? Does it?” Tengen taunted in delight, relishing Rengoku’s peals of laughter. “I could do this all day- that’s how adorable you sound, Kyojuro~”

Rengoku’s hands shot up and grabbed his uniform, the veins bulging within. Tengen paused with a small “Uh oh-” before he was flipped, a mass of flash flying overhead like a ragdoll. Within a matter of seconds, he was struggling to get up from a nearby bush.

Sanemi cackled, clapping his hands at the sight while Obanai choked on his drink, snorting behind his mask. “Did you see the way he flew! Like a bird!” Sanemi wheezed.

“A big obnoxious one too.” Obanai scrunched his eyes with mirth, head tilting curiously when Tengen frantically stood up, slapping at himself. “What, you think he disturbed an ant hill?”

Suddenly, Rengoku was running, grabbing Tengen’s hand and fleeing the scene. It was only then they heard the buzzing.

“Shut the door, shut the door, shut the fucking door!” Sanemi yelled as Obanai ran for the handle, Tengen and Rengoku closing in at rapid succession.

“Don’t come over here, you son of a- AHH!”

~~~

“It’s amazing really; how you four can find the one wasp nest in the area.” Shinobu sighed as she looked at them; stung and pouting. “You’re lucky none of you are allergic.”

“Blame the human torch overthere; he’s the one that pissed it off.” Obanai grouched, scratching at the welts forming on his neck. Sanemi grumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, wincing when he touched the nasty sting on his hand.

“Worth it?” Tengen asked Rengoku, raising his brows despite the welts.

“Worth it.” Rengoku nodded, giggling. Before long, they were both laughing like kids, the overall ridiculousness of the situation spreading. Sanemi ducked his head to hide his grin while Obanai covered his face with both hands.

Shinobu shook her head with a small smile of her own as she grabbed the ointment. “Boys, I swear.”

Thanks for reading!

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(2024) TickleTober Day 9: Shock - I'm Helping

Fic Descript - Miles tries to use his electricity to help Pav's sore muscles, but when Pav starts giggling after each controlled shock, Miles puts his powers to a much more entertaining use.

~A/N  - SDJKHAKSFJH SORRY I KINDA DROPPED THE BALL FOR A WEEK A FEW DAYS

I'M TRYING TO CATCH UP BUT IN THE MEANTIME HAVE THIS LITTLE ATSV FIC AS A SNACK

<3 much love

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @fullsongphilosopher | @inneedofsupervision

Masterpost Link 

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Miles might as well open up his own physiotherapy clinic at this point.

After a (completely accidental) discovery that his mildest shocks could be used like a weird TENS unit [that's Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulation if you were curious], a mighty hoard of spider-people swarmed him after every training session, anomaly mission, or particularly awkward sleep to fix their aching muscles.

Pavitr was the most recent to join the patient base.

"I've heard great things Miles, hope you won't disappoint." Pav groaned as he lay on the coach, arms flopped over his face. "I don't what I did yesterday but my abs feel AWFUL."

"Too much flexing in the mirror?" Miles jabbed with a smirk before resting his fingers on Pavitr's stomach.

He elected to ignore the subtle jump his friend made when his fingers made contact, putting it down to nerves. Understandable, it wasn't every day you asked your best friend to use his knockout-level shocking ability to ease some muscle cramps.

But once the current started bubbling into Pavitr's core, something else started bubbling out of it.

"You ok?" Miles raised an eyebrow, attention still focused on controlling how much shock he was administering.

Pav gave a groan in response, which only worried Miles further. Maybe he had started too strong? Pav was one of the smaller spider-people, he should probably ease up.

As Miles reduced his shock level though, Pavitr seemed to struggle even more to contain himself. His arms had moved from comfortably propping his head up to covering his face - with one hand gripping the couch cushions like his life depended on it.

Miles was completely perplexed. "Pav? What's going on?" He asked, shifting his hands higher on the kid's torso as a last ditch attempt to see if a different muscle might be easier for Pav to work with.

Apparently that did it, though.

Pavitr gave a noise somewhere between a screech and TV static, before locking his hands around Miles' wrists and bursting into giggles.

"Okokokokahahay Mihihiles wahahait!" Pav begged, curling in on himself with his hair falling over his face.

Miles grinned, completely abandoning his idea from 30 seconds ago to give up and let Pav leave. "Ohhh...."

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" Pav cackled. "I cahan't help ihihit!"

"This whole time, you were just too ticklish to handle it?" Miles laughed, moving his hands lower again onto Pavitr's abs.

"I am not!" Pav shrieked at the movement, before straightening himself up to prove his point.

"You sure?"

In a stroke of evil genius, Miles switched tactics. He gripped around Pav's hips and sent pulsing shocks at random intervals through the bone.

The poor spiderman didn't stand a chance. Pav launched himself as far into the couch cushions as possible (so about 10cm from his initial position) with a squeal, hips bucking with every shock.

"NONONO Miles please I cAHAHAN'T HAHAndle ihit wAHAIT!" Pavitr gasped, his face redder than his suit.

"But Pav..." Miles said, mock-sympathy tainting his innocent face. "I'm helping."

[lopsicle]

My Cool Gay Roommate

TickleTober Day 9 Wake Up

Characters: Lee! Wallace, Ler! Scott.

Summary: A request from one of my favourite mutuals VBS ( @veryblushyswitch also sorry, I only just realised I should probably at you since I already responded to your ask thing). I meshed together the wake up prompt with her idea of Scott discovering Wallace was ticklish. Hope you enjoy this one!

Warnings: None, just a tickle fic. Also that this may be OOC since it’s been a while since I’ve watched this show.

Wallace had never been a morning person. For as long as he could remember, he could never properly get his brain switched on until at least 10:00AM, or sooner with a few cups of coffee forced into his system. The second most important rule Wallace had emphasised to Scott when they first became roommates (the first being ‘Don’t fall in love with me’) was to never ever wake him up in the mornings. This morning was different though, the night prior, Wallace asked Scott to get him up at eight since he had agreed to meet with Mobile that day for breakfast. He knew he’d end up being bitchy that early in the morning so he reassured Scott that he’d apologise to him later for it.

Scott’s eyes peered over to a sleeping Wallace at his side, nervously. He’d done a lot of stupid things but making Wallace mad was something he was hoping to avoid under any circumstances. Still, Wallace would just be more mad at him later if he flunked out on this, he reasoned. Cautiously, he placed a hand on Wallace’s bare shoulder and shook him about softly, speaking quietly to him in a scratchy voice.

“Wallace…time to get up.” Scott ushered him, sitting up and leaning against the backboard of the bed to get a better view of Wallace’s sleeping face. His eyes scrunched up at the sound of Scott’s voice before he pulled the blanket closer to him, exposing Scott’s legs to the cool air.

“You know, that’s my blanket too,” Scott chuckled, knowing he was a blanket hog most of the time. Wallace didn’t seem to find it funny though.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you pay for it?” He rebutted, his voice barely audible yet still somehow forceful, hoping he wouldn’t have to speak in this tired state again. Wallace’s body felt so, so drained and it was like staying huddled up in this blanket was charging him; he’d be good to go in a few hours. But it didn’t seem like Scott was willing to wait that long.

“Dude, seriously, you asked for this,” Scott shuffled closer, trying to dip her legs under the blanket and reclaim some of their warmth; a nudge from Wallace shut down that idea quickly. He placed his hand on Wallace’s shoulder once more, shaking his head while his thumb accidentally rubbed against his bicep. Wallace gripped onto the blanket a little tighter, a small gasp escaping his lips from the touch before a few giggles escaped his mouth.

“Hey, what’s funny?” Scott blinked obliviously. “I’m being serious, were you just messing with me or something?” His grip on Wallace’s shoulder tightened, doing no favours for the sleepy boy, forcing even more giggles out of his mouth. Wallace promptly buried his face underneath his blanket, praying that those tiny noises would go unnoticed by Scott. Unfortunately, they didn’t, because Scott can’t do anything right.

“Wait, dude, are you fucking ticklish?” Scott asked in a shocked whisper, never having expected someone like Wallace to have a literal sensitive side to him.

“I’m the n-nohormal amount of t-tihicklish, don’t make some bihihig deal out of this,” Wallace huffed, not sure if he was trying to convince Scott or himself. Either way, he was unsuccessful. Those fingers that had just been tormenting his shoulder snaked their way to his underarms, fluttering about delicately against his soft skin.

“Oh, no, no, no, I’m absolutely making a big deal out of this! You? Ticklish? Strong, confident Wallace can’t handle a bit of tickling?” Scott played up his teasing once he saw just how flustered Wallace was already getting, something that greatly annoyed his roommate because of how well it worked.

“I cahahan tahake it, your just ahahannoying!” Wallace retorted, trying to wriggle his way under the blanket to protect himself only to have it unceremoniously ripped off of him by Scott, who discarded it onto the floor. Wallace shivered from the feeling of the cold air against him almost bare body, glaring at Scott, ready to give him an earful for trying that but he didn’t get an opportunity before he straddled his waist.

“I don’t know why your being so difficult, you asked for this, I’m just waking you up,” Scott smirked at him, his hands slipping underneath Wallace’s grey T-shirt and digging into the soft, pudgy skin of his abdomen.

“IHIHI’M UHUP, I’M UHUHUP!!” Wallace cried out through his laughter, trying to hold onto his anger towards Scott but it was like it was seeping out with his laughter. His body felt like it was starting up now, able to wriggle and half heartedly fight against Scott pinning him down.

“Are you sureeeee? You still seem pretty tired to me, sure you don’t need me to tickle all that sleep out of you?” Scott prompted him in a playful tone, to which Wallace shook his head rapidly, his eyes squeezed shut and his cheeks glowing with a blush. Scott’s fingers began scurrying about beneath the fabric of his shirt, goosing and plucking his sides suddenly before switching back to skittering about all over his tummy, leaving Wallace all twitchy and squealing.

“Scohohot, I swehaHAHAR TO GOHOHOD-!!” Wallace laughed loudly, any sense of composure he might’ve had being thoroughly tickled out of him but Scott didn’t stop there, he was having way too much fun seeing Wallace smiling and squirming like this.

“Oh, you swear what? Whatcha gonna do, hm? Lay there and laugh? Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate,” Scott giggled to himself, jabbing his fingers deep between Wallace’s ribs, before sliding his fingers up and down the sides of them, wriggling against the little bumps of bone. Wallace seemed to be an absolute walking tickle spot, it was surprising Scott hadn’t figured out this little secret of his before now, but he had a lot of time to make up for now. Wallace, on the other hand, couldn’t even think clearly anymore, blushing up at a storm as he gave up trying to wriggle out of Scott’s hold, just letting himself be pinned down. Scott noticed that.

“Not trying to get away anymore, are we? What, decided we’re enjoying ourself now?” There was something about the way he was speaking that made Wallace feel a little more…connected to him. Sure, teasing was mean and evil and Scott should die for this but it was a little nice to let himself be subjected to Scott’s playful remarks rather than the other way around for once. Wallace snorted, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hand. Scott huffed heartedly in response and focused on plucking at his ribs once more.

“Yeah, you totally do,” Scott said casually, casually enough that Wallace was able to ignore it, “whatcha thinking, does it tickle more of the left side of your ribs-,” Scott gave a quick scribbling across Wallace’s left ribs, “or your right?” followed by him worming his fingers between his ribs. Wallace cackled and then shrieked respectively, bouncing about from side to side whilst his heels dug into their mattress, trying to find any sort of relief from all of the attention.

“T-THE RIHIHIGHT!!” He answered honestly, letting Scott take the wheel with this one and just going along with whatever he was saying to try and distract him selves. Scott made a clicking sound with his tongue at that confirmation.

“Oh, really?” With one of his hands, Scott began squeezing up and down Wallace’s right side, and his other began scribbling all against the same side of ribs, really trying to force out whatever laughter he had left in him out.

“OHOHOKAY, STOHOHOHOP NOHOHOHW!!” Scott’s killer move had, in fact, been killer, Wallace thrashed all about beneath Scott, filled with the compulsive need to move and inch away from Scott’s tormenting hands as much as possible. Luckily, Scott did that for him, slipping his hands out from Wallace’s shirt and even smoothing out the hem of it for him. Wallace laid on the bed like a damsel in distress, his right arm draped over his forehead as he caught his breath, feeling the red in his cheeks slowly begin to fade. Scott scooted off his hips, sitting down on his knees next to Wallace with a little smirk. Once Wallace meet his gaze, he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked, a little uncertain, clearly hoping he would just be able to slip all of that under the rug.

“You totally enjoyed that, dude,” Scott grinned, to which Wallace groaned and turned away, standing up from his bed.

“Shut up, man,” Wallace mumbled, stretching, Scott slid over to him on the bed to be closer to Wallace, speaking in an unusual, high pitched voice.

“Oh, Scott, I hate being tickled so much that I’m going to sit here and make absolutely no attempts to stop you from tickling me to bits,” Scott clasped his hands together over his chest in a mocking sense, managing to earn an eye roll and a blush from Wallace.

“You were pinning me down, genius.” Wallace called out, already making his way to the door to try and go do something productive, and hopefully bury all those embarrassing, flustering feelings in his chest that were threatening to bubble up.

“Oh, and thanks for actually getting me up. That was effective.”

Scott smiled at the praise, calling out to Wallace as he left the room.

“No problem, man!”

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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“How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

“I will, but first I want to see – can one truly die of laughter, or did you always just say that so we would stop?”

[intheticklecloset]

TickleTober Day #9: Shiver

TodoBaku (MHA)

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The body behind him shivered, then snuggled closer to Todoroki instinctively. The half-and-half boy realized he was lying on his left side; therefore Bakugou wasn’t able to warm up like he usually did when they cuddled together.

Wordlessly, Todoroki rolled over so they were facing each other and wrapped his left arm around the blonde’s bare shoulders, hugging him close and warming up that half to help stave off the cold.

Bakugou relaxed almost immediately. Todoroki smiled gently at him, his eyes catching on the open window behind his boyfriend, allowing a cool night air to seep through. They really should close that; it was getting too cold overnight to keep it open anymore.

“Thanks, Shoto,” Bakugou murmured, curling in on himself as he cuddled closer to Todoroki, making his boyfriend’s heart expand with undying affection and happiness.

“Anytime,” Todoroki replied in a soft whisper, taking in his sleepy partner’s face. The flutter of his eyelashes, the slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw…the peppermint hero could never get enough of him. He loved every part of his grumpy partner, especially when he was smiling and snuggly like he was now.

Absently, he trailed a finger from the back of Bakugou’s neck to his shoulder blades and finally his spine, making the blonde let out a small gasp and arch into him, eyes cracking open in weak protest. “Shoto.”

“Can I?” Todoroki asked, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to tease him, to warm him up in a different way. “Please?”

Bakugou locked eyes with him for a long moment, then sighed and covered his face with his hands as he muttered, “Fine.”

Todoroki beamed and dragged his fingers around to Bakugou’s side, gently scribbling along his lower ribs and belly. His boyfriend squirmed but tried not to roll away, reluctant giggles spilling over his lips in a sleepy cascade.

Then, remembering the way he’d shivered and gotten them into this position, the heterochromatic boy got an evil idea. He smirked, sneaking his right hand into the fray, dragging ice-cold fingernails down Bakugou’s chest to his belly while still pinching his ribs with the left hand.

Bakugou gasped in surprise and rolled onto his back, but Todoroki followed him quickly, lying on top of him to keep him still while alternating warm and cold tickles to his bare torso. The blonde snorted and squeaked. “Stohohohohohop, you jeheheheheheherk! I’m cohohohohohold!”

Todoroki pressed a quick kiss to his lips and whispered, “Not for long~”

[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)

[sunstone-smiles]

Don't Wake Up Angry!

Original request: Hi Sunstone! I’m a big fan of your Ace Attorney fics, so I’d love to see Phoenix waking up Edgeworth when he’s slept in too long for Day 9. Maybe because of his nightmares or having just solved a difficult case? Up to you! Keep up the good work! : )

Author’s note: Happy Day 9 (Yes, I double checked the calendar again, Lol) of Tickletober everyone! Here’s Day 9: “Wake up” from August’s Tickletober List! I hope you enjoy!

Series: Ace Attorney

Characters: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth

Word count: 889

Summary: Phoenix needs to wake Edgeworth up so they don’t miss their dinner reservations; although, Phoenix needs to think of a foolproof method of waking him up where Edgeworth can’t get mad at him. Phoenix might have just the solution.

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“Edgewooorth. It’s time to wake up.” Phoenix walks behind the sofa in the office. He peeks over the cushions to see Edgeworth lying on his back, eyes closed, breath soft, hands on his stomach—sleeping peacefully.

The man deserves the rest. Late night after late night, Edgeworth was working on a case that didn’t have a clear cut answer. It took digging through large numbers of police records and traveling across town to meet witnesses in order to find evidence against a shady defendant, who had the Judge wrapped around their finger by playing the shy little lamb card to the gullible, but kindhearted old judge. Eventually though, Edgeworth found an opening, cracked the case, and sent the guilty defendant spiraling in a breakdown all the way to the police station. And to celebrate all that, Phoenix offered to take Edgeworth to dinner.

After Edgeworth’s much needed nap, of course. As soon as the man removed his red wine-colored jacket and hit the couch, he was out. Phoenix left him to rest, but two hours have passed and their dinner reservations are closing in.

“Edgeworth, wakey wakey.” Phoenix gently shakes his shoulder. No response from the other man. He’s still preoccupied in his slumber.

Phoenix could let him sleep. He knows he needs it. But if he doesn’t wake Edgeworth up now, he might get a scolding later along the lines of, “Wright, why didn’t you wake me up?” Although, he might also get a scolding if he does wake him up. There’s really no winning here.

Although, maybe the best way to wake him up is one that makes it difficult to be mad. Phoenix gets the perfect idea.

He rubs his hands together like an evil scientist, then interlocks his fingers together before stretching his hands out in front of him. (Even with Edgeworth not watching, Phoenix still teases him). He flexes his fingers and positions them near Edgeworth’s sides.

The lawyer watches Edgeworth’s chest calmly rise and fall. With a smirk, Phoenix digs his hands into both of Edgeworth’s sides.

Edgeworth immediately jolts awake with a yelp from the initial surprise, followed by a bark of laughter once the realization of being ticklish hits.

“Wha–?! Wrihihihight!” Edgeworth tries to sit himself up and knock Phoenix's hands away from tickling him. “Whahahat are you dohohoing?”

“Waking you up. You’ve had plenty of time to rest,” Phoenix says with a smile on his face.

“Yohohohou couldn’t have given mehehehe five mohohore minutes?!” Edgeworth wraps his arms around his torso and tries to roll over to his side, still groggy from his nap.

“We both know that ‘five more minutes’ doesn’t actually mean five more minutes,” Phoenix teases and crawls a pair of his fingers to Edgeworth’s ribs. The prosecutor’s giggles jump and he rolls over on his back, providing Phoenix’s other hand the opportunity to access Edgeworth's ribs. Edgeworth squeezes his arms to his sides. As his giggles increase, a snort releases from the usually stoic man. He throws a hand to his face to hide his silly smile, but it quickly slides back down to his side to return for protection. 

“Was that a snort?” Phoenix can’t help but giggle. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that your snort is as loud as you snore.”

Now recovered from any leftover sleepiness, Edgeworth uses one hand to shove at Phoenix’s chest, while his heels dig into the cushions; his other hand attempts to push himself backwards. 

“I do nohohohot snore yohohohou liar!” Edgeworth attempts to regain an ounce of his intimidating composure.

Phoenix is unaffected. “Okay, so maaaybe I stretched the truth a little bit. But that’s what you say I’m always best at, right? Bluff until something sticks!” The lawyer punctuates the end of his sentence with a quick scribble into Edgeworth’s underarm, causing the other man to collapse flat into the cushions. Edgeworth’s head leans back as laughter cascades from his form and his legs kick behind Phoenix.

“Wrihihight! Thahahat’s enohohough!” Edgeworth shouts through his giggles.

“Alright,” Phoenix jokingly fakes a sigh, like a child who’s been told that it's time to go home from the playground. “I guess I’ve had my fun.” Phoenix pulls his hands away with a smile to allow Edgeworth to catch his breath. 

The prosecutor moves his hands to rest on his stomach and leftover giggles trickle from him with each exhale. 

Edgeworth looks up at the ceiling as the giggles fade to steady breaths. “Somehow, I feel more tired than I did before…”

“Don’t fall asleep on me again, Edgeworth,” Phoenix pats his knee. “We have dinner reservations to catch.” 

Phoenix stands from the cushions and grabs Edgeworth’s hand to help him sit up. 

“So come on,” Phoenix walks to the front door and grabs his coat. “Put on your jacket and let’s go. I don’t know about you, but I’ve definitely worked up an appetite,” Phoenix fixes his coat with a goofy grin in Edgeworth’s direction.

Edgeworth rolls his eyes, then lifts himself from the couch. He grabs his jacket, makes sure he’s presentable, and Phoenix opens the door for him, bowing like a chauffeur. Edgeworth shows him a smile, partially leftover from the wake up call, then heads out the door with Phoenix by his side. 

Edgeworth is awake and happy, meaning Phoenix's plan was a success! 

[gaybananabread]

may i possibly request day 9 (the wake up one in case i got the number wrong) with ragatha as a lee and kinger as a ler? thanks :>

TickleTober Day 9 - Wake Up!

~The feelings I'm getting for this show are so- AGAUHH; they make me so sad in the best way. These two feel like the parents of the circus to me, so that's how I'm gonna write ‘em. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Ragatha

Ler: Kinger

Summary: After a particularly taxing adventure, Ragatha is out cold. Knowing she needs to get up, Kinger uses a tickly technique to help his fellow circus member face the day.

Warnings: slight TADC spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Caine’s adventures always left the group exhausted. Sure, some were less traumatic than others, but everyone still crashed when they got the chance.

Their last little escapade had left Ragatha particularly drained. Of all the crazy ideas he could’ve had, why did it have to be an insect-based adventure? And, of course, the big obstacle was the Centipede King, who had 100 minions. It was generally stupid, but Ragatha’s fears had made it horrific.

The AI had apologized profusely afterwards, obviously feeling guilty; he had forgotten about Ragatha’s centipede phobia. She’d said it was fine, but in reality, she was still shaken. That sort-of-night’s rest had been a godsend.

It was well past their typical wake-up time when Kinger was sent to wake her. Ragatha was usually the first or second member awake, so it was a little unsettling when Jax dragged himself out of bed before her.

So, like any reasonable group of people who didn’t feel like walking that far, they sent Kinger to wake her up.

Before he could forget what he was doing, the chess piece knocked and opened her door. They’d learned that they could tell Caine to automatically let people into their rooms without a key; Kinger was one of those people for Ragatha.

The darkness quickly sobered Kinger up, his mind calming as his large eyes adjusted. A small, affectionate huff left his nonexistent mouth as he saw her curled up in bed, tightly clutching a plush of some kind. She looked so peaceful.

“Ragatha, time to get up,” he whispered, gently shaking her shoulder with one of his floating hands. She groaned before rolling over, turning her back to him. He brushed a loose yarn strand off her ear, causing her breath to hitch.

What was…oh, right. Ragatha was pretty ticklish, last time he checked. He’d forgotten that fact…

Nevermind his memory – he had a doll to wake up. One gloved hand traveled to her side, the other gently fluttering against her ears and neck.

Ragatha whined in her sleep, curling in around the plush to try and protect herself. She was still pretty out of it, refusing to wake up just yet.

“C’mon, Ragatha; time to get up. We don’t need breakfast, but you know it feels good to eat it.”

Kinger started to lightly poke and pinch at her sides, drawing sleepy giggles from the woman. She weakly kicked out from the feelings, striking in the complete opposite direction of her attacker.

“Mhmhmhmph, nooo…” she whined, sounding ridiculously adorable as she tried and failed to fight him off.

“Yeees,” he cooed, starting to spider his fingers along her sides, mimicking the one on her neck. It was still nice and soft, but he was growing more insistent. “You know, stubborn sleepy-heads attract a special type of bug…”

“Kihinger, c’mon. Tehen mohore minutes…” Started to wake up, she smacked at his wrists groggily. The blanket still covering her hindered the movement, making her very easy to dodge. It wasn’t the first – nor the last – time Kinger had mentioned those evil little crawlers.

“Sorry, but they’re already here. Once you’ve been infested with Tickle Bugs, they don’t leave until they’re full.”

Kinger’s fingers moved in a more bug-like fashion, scribbling and tapping and randomly changing direction all over her side and neck.

Ragatha squealed, quickly waking the rest of the way up as he started genuinely tickling her. Dang it, she was hoping to win him over through cuteness…

“N-NOHOHohoho! Kihihinger! Noho tihihicklihing!” She turned towards him, begrudgingly exposing her belly to try and shove his hands away. There was no real malice or discomfort in her tone; she just didn’t wanna sit there and take it.

“You’re giving me your stomach? Why thank you!” Kinger ignored her fake protests, instead clawing at her soft, plush stomach. He felt the fabric squish under his fingers, making the doll yelp and laugh.

“IHIHI’M NOHOHOT! D-DAHAHRN IHIT!” Ragatha was stuck in full-on belly laughter from that, still managing to censor herself. It was a rare occasion when the doll actually cursed; you knew she was mad when that happened.

“Sure seems like it…” he mused, giving the area beneath her navel a light tase. The man gasped when she tried to jerk away, feigning offense. “Hey! You can’t take a gift back; that’s rude!”

“YOUHUHU’RE RUHUHUHUDE! *snort* SHOOHOHOOT!” The tasing always killed her, especially in that area. It was barely thirty seconds into that form of tickling before she was patting his wrist, tapping out.

Kinger quickly stopped his “torment,” carefully climbing onto the bed beside her. Ragatha immediately snuggled into his chest, the fluffiness of his robe and the unnatural warmth of the chess piece soothing her. He made sure she couldn’t pull him down to actually cuddle; they still had to get up, after all.

“Y-youhuhu’re suhuch a jeheherk…” Ragatha huffed, burying her face in his stomach area as she calmed down. The gentle back rubs she was receiving were nice, but the woman was entitled to a pout.

“Whatever you say. Now, Ragatha, get up.”

With a semi-dramatic moan, she hauled herself out of the digital bed, blinking at the mirror in front of her. Yep: still a doll, still had a button eye, still a redhead. At least her yarny locks had some nice volume, thanks to Kinger’s silliness.

“Hey…you sure you wanna leave? It’s nice here, ya know, in the dark.” She asked the question softly, knowing how he’d answer. Still, she owed it to him to ask.

“It’s alright, Ragatha. I’ve come to terms with my mind.” His eyes squinted up a bit, letting her know he was smiling. That man truly was a marvel. “Let’s go get some simulated waffles.”

She smiled sadly before opening the door, watching as his eyes unfocused in the light. It was always nice to have those few minutes of complete clarity with him, even when he was being a menace.

“Hmm…oh, hi, Ragatha! Why are we in your room?” His large eyes darted around her now-lit room, seeming almost childlike in their unawareness.

“Just going to get some waffles, Kinger. C’mon.” Ragatha waved him forwards, watching as he strode into the long hall that led back to the main area of the tent.

While they might not have always been accepted, Ragatha knew she’d never get tired of Kinger’s wake-up calls. She’d cherish every one, no matter what. Especially the tickly ones…

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024- Day 9- Dance (Kaebedo)

(Kaeya is tickling Albedo's underarm with his left hand)

[trooly-ticklish]

Day 9 of Tickletober: Favorite kind of tickle monster

Favorite kind is a big, mass of shadows that is very soft and ruthless when it comes to tickling me. I still have Dr Habit brainrot, so I chose to draw Shabit (Shadow Habit) this time around. He's um...yeah he's very good at sneaking up on lees 😵‍💫

[giggly-squiggily]

Freckle-Dusted Daffodils (Jujitsu Kaisen)**Tickletober2024**

Y'all know I had to write for the girlfriends. Like- it's the law. Anywho- happy Tickletober! :D Today I bring you some NoMaki (Makibara?) cause dang it they're cute and I love them!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo @mystwrites @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @sp1racle @happy-trenchcoated-impala @r-ne_lovesu

Maki wasn’t the type to sleep in. Not usually anyway.

She was fairly consistent with her morning workouts- making it a point to get up extra early and hit the fields with her various cursed weapons; coming home around brunch hour with treats for her and Nobara to share. Some days however- she just let herself relax.

Today was one of those mornings.

Nobara let out a near mute sigh of content as she laid her head against Maki’s chest, relishing this rare day off from their usual routine. The room was the perfect temperature of cool but not too cold- the sky outside was cloudy and threatening to rain at any moment. Maki’s heartbeat was white noise; a soothing rhythm that pulled her towards sleep the longer she listened to it.

She didn’t want to sleep though. It was a rare sight, Maki at peace like this. She wanted to drink it in for as long as possible.

Leaning into the pillow, Nobara took in her face, from her long lashes to the way her hair fell against her scarred and freckled shoulders. Maki always had her skin covered- she never knew about them until now. The brunette took one last peek at her girlfriend’s face before reaching out, barely tracing the pattern of brown spots with her nails.

A twitch, a squirm. Nobara felt her lips curl into a grinch like smile.

Oh?

She did it again, just barely touching her as she traced the freckles dusting her scarred skin, feeling her girlfriend stiffen some in her sleep. Despite this, she didn’t look mad or unhappy- the slightest of frowns and Nobara would back off. Instead, she seemed even more relaxed than before.

“What do we have here?” Nobara barely spoke over a breath, biting down giggles as she carried on walking her feathery fingers down the freckled skin of Maki’s arm, tracing constellations against the warm surface. The entire time, Maki remained asleep- only occasionally reacting whenever Nobara got close to her armpits of the skin not covered by her tank top. It was such a warming sight, seeing her so peaceful, and knowing Nobara’s actions- admittedly backed by mischief- were a part of it made the smaller girl happy.

She ran her fingers back to the skin on Maki’s shoulder, debating whether she’d go for her neck or not. It’d end the game, but she just might have an advantage. She was about to do so when-

A hand caught hers, golden eyes opening and staring down her wide brown ones. “Oh, hey honey. Good morning.” Nobara smiled, hoping she didn’t look like a field mouse to Maki’s lioness glare. “You erm- sleep well?”

“....You know, I did.” Maki admitted, making Nobara relax. “I had a dream that I was in a field, and no matter how many times I swatted it away, this daffodil kept tickling me.” Oh no! Nobara tried not to laugh as she was suddenly pulled closer, Maki’s dangerous form looming over her. “So I decided when I woke up, I’m gonna pluck it out of the ground and tickle it. What do you think?”

“Well…erm, can the daffodil make a request?” Nobara squeaked out, giggling more when Maki quirked an eyebrow. “Cahan she have breakfast first?”

The green haired warrior blinked. Then she laughed, the sound low and raspy and doing funny things to Nobara’s insides. “Later.”

“Wait-wai-ahhahahahahhahahahahait!” Nobara let out a shriek as her sides were grabbed, Maki’s fingers flying up and down with merciless intent. “Mahahhahaki! Mahahhahhaki babahhahahahbe pleahhahahahshe-gehahhahahahah!”

“What’s wrong, daffodil? Not happy with the consequences of your actions?” Maki cooed at her, voice sweet compared to the destruction her fingers were bringing upon Nobara’s nerve endings. “Did you not think this through? Or are you just realizing this is what you wanted all along?” She kneaded along the terrible spot against Nobara’s  hip, making her shriek so loudly they were sure somebody would complain. “Admit you wanted this all along and I’ll stop.”

“THAHHAHAT’S NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHIR! AHEHAHAHAHAH MAHAHHHAKI!” The brunette cried, cheeks burning and eyes blurred with mirthful tears. She didn’t have the strength to push her away, so she opted to let her hands kinda flail, slapping at the sheeted bed and pulling at loose strands of Maki’s hair. “OHOHOKAY OOHOHOKAY FIIHIHINE! THIHIHIS IS WHAHAHT I WAHHAHHANTED NOW STAHAHHAP!”

Maki hummed in thought, moving her fingers to Nobara’s belly as she pretended to think about it. The brunette’s screeches died down to relentless giggling, her hands coming up to grab onto Maki’s. “Well…okay. I guess I can forgive you this time.” She finally stopped for good, letting Nobara breathe. “Do that again however and I’ll really make you regret it.”

“Schahahhary.” Nobara giggled out, squeaking when her hips got pinched. Before she could protest, Maki was kissing her, switching gears in her brain and making her melt. When they pulled back, she let out a happy sigh, reaching up and brushing her bangs back from her forehead. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, you dork.” Maki kissed her again before rolling off her, going towards the bathroom. “Hurry up and get dressed- I promised a daffodil breakfast.”

“Aww, but I just got comfy!” Nobara whined some from her sheets, curling up more with a small pout. “Can I have you for breakfast instead?”

Maki paused, turning back with a raised brow. Nobara let out a witchy cackle before hiding in her blankets, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re too much.”

“You love me!”

“Do you want real breakfast or not?”

“Can it be that new donut place that opened up?”

“If you get your ass out of bed in time, yeah.” Maki smirked as she walked into the bathroom, the sounds of Nobara flailing out of bed making her laugh. 

God, she loved her so much.

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