#tickletober ganged up on

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••@hexalianrebel-blackfeathers - I'm thinking #4 (Hide and Seek) with either Miguel or Doc Ock as the ler and our favorite Spider-Gang as lees.••

TickleTober Day 4 - Hide and Seek

~Okay, I’ve been so excited to write this one! I need to show the Ocks some more love, and I absolutely adore these two! This is stupidly long. I have no regrets. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lees: Miles, Pavitr, Gwen, Hobie

Lers: Otto Octavious (Alfred Molina), Olivia Octavious

Summary: When stranded in another alternate dimension, Otto is recruited by an unexpected variant of himself. Things get complicated when the Spider-Gang tries to stop their heist. Finding a heart, Otto offers an ulterior method to win against their young adversaries.

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

Otto's life had been…well, interesting was a word for it. Just when he thought he was done being tossed from universe to universe, a random portal opened and yoinked him out of the current wrong dimension, leaving him lost once again.

The new world seemed…animated, in a sense. Otto definitely didn't fit the style, what with everyone’s 3D animationesque appearances. There was no way he could get around without being recognized as an anomaly, but he couldn’t very well stay where he was…

Before he could slip further into his thoughts, a small band bounced off his head and fell into an open robotic tentacle; he didn’t know it, but it was a Spider Society day pass. A woman’s voice called from above him, sounding eerily smug and conniving.

“Come with me, Octavious 96283. We have some pests to exterminate.”

-

“So…you built all of this alone? Without funding?” Otto looked around the small lab, wondering how on Earth the woman managed to construct such high-tech equipment by herself. It was in an abandoned office building, sure, but it was still a solid facility.

“Yes. It was a hindrance to use purely damaged technology and scrapped fragments from Alchemax sites, but I think I’ve created an adequate workspace.”

Otto would hardly stop at “adequate” to describe the place. There were monitors, a small dissection area, multiple glass test tubes with various liquids, and a research station; it’s a lab his teenage self would undoubtedly be envious of.

“You mentioned pests?” He tried to steer the conversation in a more manageable direction; maybe she’d help him get home if he fed into her plot.

“I did, yes. There have been more and more of these spider pests popping up since the creation of their little Society. After their mistake ruined my research, I figured I’d refocus my efforts on eliminating them all together, starting with unlocking the mechanics of their interdimensional travel.”

Olivia didn’t stop for a single second, flitting around her lab while she spoke. “I need your help with acquiring a few parts for my newest portal prototype. Just a simple heist, nothing too flashy.”

-

He should’ve known that was bullshit.

I mean, who actually told the truth when they said “just a simple” anything? Running through the bustling, animated city with thousands of dollars of technological advances in his arms. Olivia was a version of him, after all; he never told anyone the entirety of his plans.

Things went from bad to worse when he heard the tell-tale sound of web shooters firing.

“Damn those brats!” Olivia’s hiss put him more on edge than the possibility of being arrested. The spider he was most recently with was quite nice and empathetic, but he wasn’t sure how this universe’s protector carried themselves. Wait…did she say brats, plural?

“Drop the tech, tentacle heads!” A younger-sounding voice called out right before a ball of web fluid came flying at Otto’s face. He used a tentacle to catch it, but the mechanics of the triceps were immediately clogged.

The man got a closer look as the boy – probably, he wasn’t sure – approached: black suit, red details, thin frame, wide eye mask. Yeah, that kid definitely wasn’t old enough to be risking his life like that.

To his surprise, three more costumed teens – again, not a known fact, but they definitely seemed young – backed the black-clad spider up. The varying styles shocked him: ornate reds and blues, black and white with pops of color, and all-out punk outfit with the classic colors beneath. Yeah, they were definitely from different dimensions.

Olivia, on the other hand, sprang into action. She snapped a few lines of web that were shot her way, obviously used to fending off all four of them at once. Otto couldn’t help but wince as the ornate teen was whacked into the brick alley wall by one of her tentacles.

The one in white called out and ran to him – he assumed she was a girl, given her costume and intonation – while the punk charged Olivia. Otto was playing defense against the boy in black and red, trying not to hurt him.

While the man was putting up a pretty good fight, the black-and-red Spider-Man still managed to grab his duffle bag of stolen tech. Olivia started to shout at him to get it back before a small web smacked her in the face, covering her mouth. That enraged the woman to a new extent he hadn’t thought possible.

A lot of things fell into place for the man when Olivia lobbed a steel trash can at the lanky punk; they were fighting children, or at most very young adults.The rage in the woman’s eyes… Yeah, no.

Were the teens trying to arrest them and foil Olivia’s plan? Yes. Did that stop Otto from caring that they were probably minors who definitely shouldn’t be taking that many hard hits? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

Otto reached for the bag, hoping to get it away from the boy so they could just retreat. One of his tentacle claws managed to grab the boy's side, meaning to hold him still; what he hadn’t expected, however, was the boyish squeal that ripped from the black-clad spider’s throat.

In the midst of Otto’s surprise, the teen managed to slip out of the mechanical grip and…disappear? An invisibility power would have been incredibly helpful for the boy – that is, if the duffle he was carrying wasn’t still visible.

God, these kids need some proper training…

Despite his associate’s murderous rage, the punk seemed to have grabbed Olivia’s duffle as well. Behind him, Otto caught a glimpse of the ornate boy and white-clad spiders zipping up to a rooftop. Sensing that they were fighting a losing battle, the other two followed them up, duffles in hand.

“Damn it! I need those parts, or all of this will have been for nothing!” Olivia moved to charge after them, but the man held out a mechanical arm to stop her; her fiery glare was hard to ignore, but he did his best.

“Wait. I know they’ve been pains in the asses, but we can’t… Is there really a reason to truly harm them? You have to know that they’re hardly old enough to even consider doing what they do.” Otto spoke from his heart, hoping at least a fraction of his words would hit something human within the woman.

“What do you suggest we do then? Let them get away with hours of careful preparations and the keys to my plans?”

“I have a better idea. One that involves less…aggressive tactics. You’ll still get your revenge, of course.”

Olivia quirked a brow, eyes still trained on the rooftop the young heroes fled towards. The anger was still burning on her features, but a slight tweak of contemplation tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I’m listening, 96283. Make it fast.”

-

Welp, Miles was dead. Or rather, he was going to be dead very, very soon.

One Doc Ock was already hard enough to handle, but two? Even with his fellow spiders’ help, the teen doubted they’d be able to do much against the two forces. Retreat was one of their only smart options, but he could hear the thudding of mechanical claws behind him. The duffle bag in his arms seemed to weigh more by the second, burning with the knowledge that they’d be on his tail until he either forked it over or somehow managed to find enough time to portal out.

His friends scattered around him, fanning out in their practiced formation. They’d meet up behind a small bakery before portaling back to the Society. Unfortunately for Miles, that meant he had to find a way there by himself.

As Miles swung by an alley opening, a robotic tentacle shot out at him from the darkness. He managed to keep the duffle bag out of its grip, but the four synthetic claws closed around his chest in its tight grasp.

“GYAH- get off!” Miles’s heart sank as he watched the owner of the tentacle emerge, her cold eyes gleaming behind iridescent green lenses.

“Hello, little spider. I believe you have something of mine~” Olivia grabbed the duffle with her other tentacles, but Miles held strong; he did have super strength, after all.

“Fine. I’ll get that bag one way or another, you pest.”

Before he could wonder what kind of painful torture he’d endure, Miles felt the synthetic claws dig into his stomach. Caught off guard, he couldn’t help the giggly squeak that escaped him.

“GYEEhehe! Wh-whahahat?!” Miles wriggled and squirmed in the tentacle’s grip, the lenses on his mask wide and confused. It was almost cute, though Liv shoved that thought as far back in her mind as it would go; weakness wasn’t going to get her that tech.

“What? It’s pretty obvious: give me the bag, or I make this a lot worse for you. I don’t have anywhere to be, sweetie~” Liv teased him as she worked, trying to tug the bag out of his iron-like grip. She could’ve just ripped the bottom and taken the parts…but where’s the fun in that?

“D-dohohon’t cahall me thahahat!” Beneath his mask, Miles’s cheeks warmed with red. She was just trying to kill him a moment ago; why’d she switch to doing that?! He didn’t really want her trying to kill him either, but it was an insane jump!

“Thihis ihis stuhuhuhupid!”

“On the contrary, Spider-Man, I’d say this is quite informative. I get to learn all of your weak points in just a few minutes; I’d hardly call that stupid.”

As if to prove her point, Olivia dragged two of her free claws up the red marking on his suit, stopping right below his underarms. The shrill squeal the action received was utterly adorable.

Ugh, Otto got to me, didn’t he?

“NOHOHohohooo! Lehemme gohoho!” The teen clamped his arms to his sides, still somehow managing to hold on to the duffle. He was starting to wonder if it was even worth it… No, it was; the parts still needed to be returned, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity.

“As soon as you let go of my technology, Spider-Brat.” Okay, enough games; Liv wanted that duffle bag. Forcing his arms above his head, she sent two tentacles to claw at his armpits.

Miles was not proud of the sounds he made after that.

“NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHERE!” Miles’s mind nearly went blank from the intense sensations shooting through his nervous system. He released his hold on the duffle bag, trying to slam his arms down.

Olivia snatched up the bag, stopping her assault to securely wrap her tentacles around it. Miles was sort-of gently put down, curling into a ball on the alleyway pavement. What the hell…?

“Was that so hard?” She dangled the bag in front of his face, taunting him. Miles tried to get back up, but he was utterly exhausted; the best he could do was shoot a web, which missed Liv by around two feet.

“As much as I’d love to rub this in, I have places to be. Try to stay out of my way, little spider~” With that, she used her tentacles to scale the side of the alleyway, taking off on the rooftops. She had an annoyingly truthful variant to find.

Miles wanted to go after the woman, but he was spent; it would’ve endangered both himself and his team if he tried fighting in that state. Shakily getting to his feet, Miles made his way to the bakery.

Hopefully the others would fare better than he did.

-

Otto almost felt bad for the spider kid he was holding. It had barely been a minute, but the guy was absolutely losing it, snorting and laughing so loudly that Otto wondered if the one he was trying to bait had gone deaf. Where was that punk?

“Stop it! Let him go, tentacle head!” Gwen shouted and squirmed in the metal tentacle’s grasp, trying to get to Pav. He wasn’t injured when he got thrown, but she still didn’t want him to be getting…tortured? She had no idea what the villain was trying to accomplish, but she wasn’t about to watch her friend struggle without a fight.

“Tentacle head? Really?” Otto smiled slightly, turning his focus on Gwen. Pav was still getting his stomach attacked, of course, but the claw on his neck left to go toy with her. “Here I thought you spiders were supposed to be funny.”

Gwen squirmed as she saw the tentacle coming towards her, but didn’t back down. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Pavitr’s stomach was just stupidly ticklish; she could tough it out until either Miles or Hobie arrived to help. Probably…

“N-NOHOHOHOT HEHER! PLEHEHEASE!” Pav did his best to try and save Gwen from his fate, but it really only made the older man chuckle. The kids were ridiculous; it was kind of adorable.

“Sorry kids, but your friend has something I need. Don’t worry; I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”

With that, the claw began squeezing at Gwen’s sides, her laughter soon joining Pavitr’s in the alley. Otto severely doubted the punk had gone very far; he just needed the boy to take the bait.

He wasn’t disappointed.

“OI! Drop ‘em, ya big sashimi!” Hobie swung into the mix, the second duffle bag hanging securely off his back. He slammed his boots into the tentacle holding Pav, causing it to drop the tired boy onto the ground. He holds up a shaky thumb before being waved away by Hobie.

“You kids and your octopus jokes.” Otto chuckled, watching his hostage stumble to his feet and swing away. The trust the kids had in each other was sweet, albeit a little optimistic.

“H-HOHOHOBIE! WHEHERE’S MIHILES?” Gwen continued to try and escape the tickly tentacle, but it was a lot harder than it looked; those things were strong. Hobie couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that. She’s being held hostage, and Miles is the thing she’s worried about?

“Ge’ your priorities straight, Gwendy!” Coming back around, Hobie fired off a barrage of webs, trying to jam the claws grabbing at him. It’s three against one, though; a claw managed to catch him by the wrist, yanking him up and into the air in front of Otto.

Hobie struggled in the tentacle’s grip as Gwen continued to laugh and kick at the one holding her. Otto knew his objective; he was just gonna goof off a bit before completing it.

“Now, I’m gonna need that duffle bag, kid.” Otto sent one of the tentacles out to try and grab the bag off his shoulders, but Hobie kicked at the biotech the moment it was in range. Fine by him; the hard way was so much more fun.

“Alright then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, kiddo.” With that, he stepped forwards, squeezing the boy’s sides. Hobie tried to punch him, but one of his free tentacles came to hold the teen’s other wrist.

Hobue refused to giggle at first, just kicking his feet and trying to escape. When Otto reached his underarms, however, that dam practically exploded.

“GEHEHE’ OHOHOFFA MEHEHE!” Hobie thrashed about in the claws’ hold, his cheeks quickly heating up. Damn it, why’d he have to be so ticklish?!

“Wow. I mean, I wasn’t expecting my plan to fail, but you kids really are ticklish. It’s kinda adorable.” Otto teased them, willing the claw on Gwen’s sides to take things a little easier; he was mainly focused on Hobie.

“Shuhut uhuhup!” Gwen’s squeaky voice rang out beside him as she struggled. While she was grateful for the slight reprieve, Otto was still a villain. She was gonna escape and haul his strangely non-violent ass back to whatever dimension he came from.

It was at that inconvenient moment that Liv found Otto. I mean, it wasn’t hard; the sound of Hobie’s laughter and Gwen’s squeaks could be heard for at least half a mile.

“Seriously, 96283? Just keep him still.” Rolling her eyes, she went behind the squirmy teen and unbuckled the strap on the bag. It easily slipped off his back, falling straight into Liv’s arms. “Don’t mess around for too long. Those little menaces multiply.”

With that, she left Otto to his devices, getting away with the stolen goods. Hobie groaned, struggling against the claws to try and follow her. That struggle quickly changed focus when one of the wiggling claws moved behind his knees. He snorted, nose scrunching as a red hue burned on his face.

Okay, that was embarrassing. For once, he hoped Miles and Pav disregarded team protocol; they could really use some back-up.

Thankfully, those two could almost never listen.

A chunk of rubble slammed into the tentacle holding Gwen, causing it to reel back and drop her. A flash of red and blue scooped her up before she could hit the concrete.

Before Otto can react, a web ball smacks him in the face. He stumbles, the tentacles holding Hobie dropping him in favor of protecting their master. A black streak catches the tall teen, setting him down a safe distance away.

“T-toohok you lohohong enouhuhugh!” Hobie shouted after the other teen, struggling to recover from his rather silly predicament. Miles just stuck his tongue out at him before whirling on Otto.

Once Gwen was set safely aside to recover, Pavitr got back into the fray. He used his bangles and webs to sling-shot himself at the man, catching him in the chest and knocking him off balance. Miles followed suit, weaving around the tentacles to try and get as many shots in as possible.

Otto groaned, staggering as he tried to at least block the kids’ hits. He didn’t want to fight them, but…well, he did need to get back to his dimension.

“WAIT! Just- surrendering! I surrender!” Otto staggered backwards, holding his hands up defensively. Miles went to lunge again, but Pavitr grabbed his shoulder to stop him.

“Hey, hold on. He’s done.” For safety, the two webbed otto up, restraining his arms–organic and metal–before checking on the others.

Hobie, while winded, was okay; he didn’t seem too happy, though. “Whahat the fuck, Octavious? Seriously? Ticklin’?”

“Would you rather I have fought you by swinging hundred-pound metals at your heads?” Otto just smiled, apparently not that upset that he’d been caught.

“No, but…why?” Gwen walked over as well, still holding her sides; she played it off as crossing her arms. She scanned Otto with her watch, locating his universe; it was the newer, much more humane way they were returning the criminals to their dimensions.

“You’re all children, are you not? I figured it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary.”

All four of them froze at that, sharing one quick “oh shit” look. How did he know? It was literally the first time any of them had seen him; what tipped him off?

“Hey, calm down. I’m ready to go home, not guess at secret identities.” Otto’s tone was strangely paternal, though the group chose to ignore that fact.

“I…whatever. C’mon, guys.” Gwen ushered the villain forward, dissolving the webs right as he stepped through the glowing orange portal.

After a moment of healthy silence to process whatever the hell just happened, Pav broke the silence.

“Well…that was eventful.” He chuckled as Hobie shoved his shoulder, happy to break the tension. Hobie used his watch to make a portal to his universe, tugging the joyful boy in to go watch bad movies and forget about the silly mission.

Miles took a few tentative side-steps towards Gwen, hoping to dissolve some of the awkwardness around her as well.

“Ya know…I don’t need to be home for a good few hours. We could go check out that new record shop in my universe, if you’re up for it…?”

“...alright. Can we get shakes afterwards too?”

“Yeah, no problem. Vinyl and peanut butter fudge await us.”

“Await us?”

“We’re doin’ a Shakespeare analysis, gimme a break!”

-

Oliva set down her duffles of parts, satisfied with how the day went. Sure, her variant was captured and relocated, but she got what she needed out of him. With the tech they’d managed to scrounge up, her plans were perfectly viable.

While getting the pieces organized, Liv couldn’t help but think back on the heist. One of her tentacles had a small glitch; she’d need to run a few diagnostics to see what went wrong.

She also thought about the hellions that tried to ruin her plans yet again. The method Otto implemented to subdue them, while ridiculous, had been surprisingly effective. The supposed teens’ laughter had been rather…well, adorable, for a lack of better words.

When he caught her reflection in the screen, she saw a smile, of all things, greeting her. It was a weakness, finding joy in such frivolous matters. Damn that variant and his infectious ideals!

Still, he was right; it was much easier to tickle them instead of fight.

She’d have to try it again in the future…

[thebest-medicine]

Day 28: Massage

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C1 Vox Machina - lee!Vex

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: Perc’ahlia gang rise! They both seem the type to be ticklish but in denial about it and embarrassed. Revenge would be wicked.

Words: 480

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Percy’s fingers work their way down along Vex’s shoulder blades, tending to the sore muscles. As he works out a particularly tense knot, she lets out a delighted little sigh of relief.

Smiling down at her, Percy leans in to kiss the skin along the back of her neck. It shudders under his lips, another small noise escaping her throat—this time —she quickly transforms it into a sound of pleasure. It’s a clever disguise, but one that Percy could see through any time with ease. 

“Ticklish there? Sorry.” 

“What? No, not at all, darling.”  

He leans back down to her neck; unlucky for Vex’ahlia, she can’t see the smirk on his face from her angle. 

She hears him take a deep breath, tries to turn to ask him what he’s doing, and then the room erupts with noise. Loudest of them all is Vex’s shriek of surprised laughter. There’s the thumping of squirming limbs against the mattress, the silly sound rippling out of Percival’s mouth and across the skin of her neck, the laugh he lets out a moment later when he pulls back and starts massaging again, pretending as though nothing happened.

“You little bastard!” Vex hisses, barely holding in a laugh. She turns, pushes him away, and he’s smiling wide as he falls next to her on the bed.

Percy turns to take her in—blushing and failing to hold back a smile. 

“‘Not at all’ ticklish, hmm?” He prods. “That seemed rather ticklish.” He skitters his fingers along the backs of her ribs.

“Not.” She digs in her heels, biting her lip to fight back a smile. Then, Vex’ahlia is on him, fingers wiggling deftly into his sides. 

Neither of them are fighting off their laughter now, Percival from the tickling nails climbing under his nightshirt and Vex from the high of turning the tables on him. 

“See how you fucking like it–” Percy hears her grumble before she’s ripping his shirt up and throwing the bottom of the fabric onto his chest and in his face. 

“NO–” He utters, pawing the shirt back away from his face just as she leans in to blow raspberry after raspberry on his stomach. 

Percy’s hands are tangled in her hair a moment later, his feet beating against the mattress as hers were just a minute earlier. He cries out a desperate laugh as she takes her time, fucks with him a bit longer, until he calls out. “Fuck, mercy! Please!” 

She relents, satisfied in her victory to make up for the prematurely ended massage. 

Percy heaves a few breaths. “Remind me never, ever to piss you off.”

“Better not even dream of it.”

She’s not sure she wants to push for him to get back to the massage tonight, though… despite what he may say, the temptation of revenge would be much too inviting, and she didn’t feel like taking any losses tonight.

[giggly-squiggily]

TickleTober Day 25 ~Gang Tickles~ (Haikyuu!!)

Semi knew the second he walked into the gym he was dead.

“Grab him!” Tendou called just as he dropped his broom, bolting for the lockers. Behind him, Shirabu and Goshiki were hot on his trail, grabby hands snatching at his t-shirt.

“Why is he so fast?”

“Don’t give up or Tendou will get us!”

Heh- serves them right for agreeing with that dork! Semi was just about to reach safety when Ushijima shuffled out, scratching the back of his head with a yawn.

A series of events followed. Semi tried to come to a stop with little success. The gentle giant of a player attempted to catch him before he could slam into him. Goshiki and Shirabu finally caught up- if not a bit disastrously. And Tendou all threw himself into the cluster, sending them all tumbling to the ground in a heap of yelps and groans.

“Ah! Shirabu, get your elbow out of my face!”

“You get your foot off my ass!”

“What is going on? Tendou-”

“Forget about all that! Get Semi!”

“RIGHT!”

“NO-” was all the setter had time to cry out before he was ruthlessly attacked, three sets of fingers digging into his torso with reckless abandon. “Ah! Aheahhhahhahhaa! Sc-screhehehehehw yohohooohohu! Uuhuhuuuhshijihihihma, hehehehehelp!” 

Said player blinked down at the mess, unintentionally dragged in by Tendou’s antics. With a small shrug, he reached out-

“No not mehehehehehhehehehehehe!” Semi cried out when he was pulled up, giving more access to tickle spots for the three. “Trahhahahhhahahitor!”

“Aww, is Semi-semi too ticklish for his own good?” Tendou cooed sweetly, scratching gently along his ribs. “Such a wiggle worm, isn’t he?”

“Hehe, yeah! A real squirmy one!” Shirabu agreed, snickering as he kneaded Semi’s thighs, making him cackle.

“Sorry, Semi! We had to!” Goshiki laughed as he worked his knee, nearly getting kicked in the process. “Tendou’s commands!”

“Trahahahahhaitors! Ahahahahhall of yohohohoohohu!” Semi cried, sinking back into Ushijima as best he could. “Hehhehehehelp meehhehehehehhehe!”

“Apologies, Semi.” The taller boy didn’t sound sorry at all! “But I do think it’s good for you to laugh every once and awhile.”

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

My Writing Masterpost

Updated as of 9/12/2024

To check if there are any newer fics since this has been updated, look for the tag #my fic

You can also read many of these on AO3

My Multi-chapter Fics:

We Could Try? 1, 2, 3, 

Patton had found out. He’d found out not only that Virgil was ticklish, and not only that he actually liked it, but also that he’d never had a real tickle session.

Sequels: I do not understand, The Price of Cookies

Grumpy, Sorry

Virgil is grumpy and gets tickled by Patton, and tickles him back a bit. Later, Patton gets him back even more.

Tickle Week: Sunday, the idea, Monday, Dee and Logan, Tuesday, Patton and Roman, Wednesday, Roman and Virgil, 

“Well, seeing as there are six of us, I propose a tickle week. We’ll leave Sunday off, but every other day we’ll put names in a hat and draw one, and whoever’s name is drawn becomes a tickle toy for the whole day.”

The Tickle House:

Virgil’s New Job,

At the End of a Bad Day

Scribbling

There’s a place called the tickle house, where you can pay to tickle or be tickled. Virgil and Janus work there, and the others often visit.

Tickletober 2020:

One: Unusual Spot

Two: Feathers

Three: Stocks

Four: Scribbling

Five: Drawn on

Six: Kiss

Seven: Unusual Tool

Eight: Interrogation

Nine: Ganged Up On

Twenty-Three: Asking For It

My One-shots:

Roman’s Idea is Best

Written with @barelyticklishlee: Roman has a fantastic idea for Thomas’s date. Virgil doesn’t agree, at least at first.

When Patton gets into a Ler mood at the same time as Virgil is in a Lee Mood. 

Pretty self-explanatory

A bit of something soft

Patton’s having a hard day, so Virgil cuddles and tickles him

Cheating at Games is Ill-Advised

Virgil cheats at a tickling game with Logan, and gets very tickled.

Pay Attention

Virgil can’t pay attention to the conversation with Roman and Patton tickling him.

Beware of Running Away from Lers

Virgil tries to run away from Roman

Arms Up

Virgil tickles Roman’s armpits

Belly

Patton feels fat, but Roman still loves him just as much, and wants him to feel so much better.

When Patton has a Hard Day

Patton is feeling down, but tickling Virgil might help him feel better~

Unnamed Fic

Logan gets soft back tickles from Roman.

The Sweetest Lee

Tickling a sweet little lee is just the best thing ever~

It feels better when you just let it happen ;)

Cuddly tickles for Roman.

Remus Catches a Lee

Virgil's been caught in a trap and gets tickled to pieces.

Virgil’s Voice

Virgil wants tickles, but can't voice his requests, so Roman helps him out, getting him all the tickles he wants.

Dwindling Creativity

Roman shrinks down as Thomas's creativity is used up. Janus helps to distract him from his work.

Sacrifice

Patton is gonna tickle someone. If not a sacrifice, then everyone~

Requests:

Roman wants to join

Lee Roman

14 and 25 with Lee Deceit and Let Patton please?

No regrets, with Roman and Remus maybe?

oh requests?? hmm maybe either 22 or 25 w lee virgil and any ler you like?

14 with LerRoman and LeeLogan???

w/ pat ro and lo testing which of virgil's spots is the worst

Tell that to the tickle monster: Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

16 Any pairing u think fits!!!! 

I know something sweeter than cookies: same pairing, Ler Patton and Lee Virgil.

maybe 29 with ler!patton and lee!logan? 

4 with Lee Roman and Ler Deceit? 

11 with Ler Logan and Lee Roman please 

22 with Lee Logan and Let Remus please? 

19 Lee Deceit and Ler Virgil and Remus please? 

Do you think you could do 3 with a lee Deceit?

9, with Roceit? :3 

16 and 7 with Lee Deceit and Ler Patton please 

Shy Lee Janus being forced to ask for tickles from Ler Logan?

Logan noticing Virgil having a bad day and and just having him lay down and giving him a pillow to giggle and blush into while he traces Virgil's back with his fingers or fluffy brushes to help him relax❤

Moceit cheer up tickles? 😃 (Lee Patton and Ler Janus, if you would)

oh prompts! maybe lee Patton ler roman with some sort of challenge? (Don't move, laugh, smile, whatever)

What about a lee!Virgil? (ler!your choice. Preferably a twin.) Someone comes in to wake him up from a nap, or something, with pokes. Virgil is still half asleep at this point, so he has no filter.

Lee Roman denying his in a Lee mood but Janus is behind him smirking because he knows when someone lies?

So, peharps a bit of Lee!Janus and Ler!Roman, please? Maybe Janus is monopolizing Roman's bed because it's soft and warm and g e t o f f XDD.

Lee!virgil ler!roman? That’s my everything lol

What about Lee Virgil being pranked with tickles by Remus but once Remus stops he shyly asks for more? Please and thank you!

If you're still taking requests maybe lee Janus being overly grumpy and getting cheer up tickles from Logan?

How about Remus acting as annoying little brothers do, and Roman getting back at him with some extra teasey tickles

may I request lee Logan and ler Patton where Pat's just gushing over how cute Lo is while tickling him?

Can please do some Lee janus and ler patton? Like Janus is being suspicious, and Patton is trying to figuring out what he is doing.

For the prompts thing how about Patton ticking Logan to make him take a break from working? 

Ler Logan and Lee Remus, if you are up for it. Remus starts to bother Logan while he is working and Logan gets payback with tickles, knowing secretly that Remus wanted this to happen. ???

Pre-Accepting Anxiety Virgil walks in to the common room to see the Light Sides having a tickle fight, cue big Lee MoodTM. So now he's awkwardly trying to keep up his bad guy persona while desperately trying to figure out how to tell them that he NEEDS to be WRECKED!

Prompts! How about Patton tickling Logan to make him take a break from working I can never get enough of that! 😂

Lee!Patton and Ler!Logan (or whoever you wish!) Patton has always been the mind palace tickle monster and after a week of his evil ler moods and tickle attacks Logan turns the tables and gets revenge tickles?

Ok so... after Accepting Anxiety, Virgil is a little shaken from his name reveal. He sorta hides away in his room because he’s embarrassed, until Roman comes in to check on him and cheer him up and make him feel welcome with tickles 🥺

Logan maybe gets hurt, (trips or bumps against something) and Patton decides to tend to him, making sure he's not injured badly, but it turns out Logan is ticklish where Patton is examining

Ler Patton Lee Deceit - Patton accidentally brushes by Deceits scales and it sets Deceit into a fit of giggles. So Patton gets curious and starts to poke and stroke the patches of scales that are all over Deceits body. And Deceit secretly not so secretly enjoys this

Maybe some cheer up tickles with Logicality where both were watching a show and a tickle scene appeared and person B is like "Oh, this is a signal. That is how I should cheer up my friend."?

How about lee!janus and ler!virgil where Virgil remembers Janus being super ticklish back when he lived with the dark sides still and decides to see if he's still that ticklish.

Could you do a college AU where the core 4 are in their university’s theatre department? Like... they all are walking back to the dorms and they find out Roman is extremely ticklish and tickle and tease him the whole way back??

How about lee Logan hiding his lee mood from Virgil?

lee!Virgil and ler Patton, Logan, and Roman. Virgil has a huge lee mood and is way to shy to ask to be tickled so he drop little hints to try and get tickles( more like Virgil being an a** and a bratty little sh*t). The sides act like they don’t know what he want, but do. So they force him to ask

anything lee logan? I would DIE for lee logan

Okay I’m bored and I need lee!Virgil and lers Janus and Remus

Anything lee Logan would be delightful! Thank you!

I was wondering if you could do something where Virgil gets stuck somewhere and the twins find him and team up to take advantage of the situation? Thank you in advance, your work is amazing!

I would like to make a trade. I will give you a boop for lee!Logan ler!Remus. :D

Janus with hypersensitive scales is the bestttt so how about a rude snake getting tickled to tears by an unforgiving Ler Logan? Maybe using a new tool that makes Janus scream?

[ticklyfluffstuff]

Tickletober 2023 day 25: ganged up on.

Poor E got his comeuppance with his partners.

[silvlee-shepherd]

Tickletober Day 25: Ganged-Up

I was estatic the moment i saw this prompt that i sketched it day 1!

[kusuguricafe]

Tickletober 2023 Week 4 (Sk8)

A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone!! I hope you all had a wonderful tickletober 🎃 Remember to treat yourself tonight 🍬🍭🍫 and if you're dressing up, reblog with your costume in the tags!

Summary: Langa gives Reki quite the fright! In a sense...

Characters: switches Reki and Langa

“Langaaaaa! Where are you? We’re leaving soon!”

Reki and the gang were going to a special Halloween S race tonight. They all decided to dress up for the occasion, but Langa was taking forever!

“We’re gonna be late! Where did he go-aAH!!”

“Boo.”

“Langa, you-!” Reki stopped and stared. Langa was wearing a full on vampire getup, complete with slicked-back hair, fangs, and a cape.

“Wow!! You look amazing! I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to go all in like this!”

“Hmph. You know I’m not a buzzkill, Reki. You look… Kind of adorable.”

“Ad-d-dorable!?? I’m supposed to be a scary werewolf! Grrr!!”

“Pfft-ahahaha!”

“Don’t laugh at me!!”

“S-sorry, sorry. Where’s uh… Where’s your shirt?”

“It obviously ripped to shreds after I transformed into this muscular form, duh.”

“Whahahat?”

“Oh, you think this is funny, huh? I’ll give you something to laugh about! RAHH!!”

Reki pounced, knocking the two of them to the floor. He straddled Langa and struck.

“Ah! Reki, Rehehehehehekihi! Stahahahahap!”

“These claws aren’t just for looks! Tickle tickle tickle~”

Langa writhed about as Reki (literally) clawed at Langa’s sides and tummy with his paws.

“Nooohohohohoho! I’m sahahahahaharry! GAHAAHAHA NAHAHAHA! D-DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAT!”

“Ooh, can’t handle getting your ribs tickled so precisely with these claws? Especially not riiiiight here? Between these bottom two?”

“REHEHEHEHEHEHEKI!”

Mustering as much strength as he could, Langa grabbed Reki’s arms and flipped the two of them over so that he was the one straddling Reki now.

“Two can play at this game,” Langa said as he began to lean down.

“Langa, wh-what, what are you doing? Why are you coming so c-c-close-aAAAAHA! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!!

“I want to suck your blood~”

Langa started to gently nibble on Reki’s neck with his fangs, and Reki was going crazy. Not only was Langa centimeters from his face, but holy hell did it tickle.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!” Reki screamed, now blushing furiously. “IT’S NAHAHAHAHAT FAHAHAHAIR!”

“Oh? Not fair?” Langa said in between bites. “Seems perfectly fair to me.”

To add insult to injury, Langa began tickling Reki’s underarms at the same time.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH! AHAHAHAHA PFFTAHAHAHAHA STAAHAHAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

“You’re too cute.”

‘YOU’RE KILLING MEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!!”

“Hey, knuckleheads! Get your butts out here, we’re late!” Cherry called.

Langa let up, leaving Reki a teary-eyed mess on the floor. He offered Reki a hand and hoisted him back up onto his feet. Then he cupped Reki’s face and wiped away his tears with his thumbs.

“Why are you looking at me like tha—”

*Chu~* Langa gave Reki a quick kiss on the nose before letting him go. “Coming!” he shouted, running towards Cherry and the others.

“HEY! You can’t just-LANGA!!” Reki exclaimed, chasing after him. “You get back here right now!”

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 12: Mischief

Fandom: Encanto

Pairing: Camilo and Bruno

Summary: Camilo uses his powers to cause mischief in Casita.

(Have to include this uncle and nephew pairing on this list ❤️😁)

"Camilo!"

Bruno turned as pounding feet came up Casita's stairs.

A figure that looked like Felix jumped up the stairs. "Ha-ha!"

Bruno watched as the Felix figure jumped away from one of Isabela's vines before turning back into Camilo.

Camilo then darted down the hall toward Bruno. "Uncle Bruno!"

The older Tio jumped as his nephew rushed behind him. "Camilo? What are you doing?"

"Hiding from them!" Camilo pointed.

When Bruno looked up, he saw Mirable, Luisa, and Isabela storming up the stairs. All three were covered in red glitter and looked absolutely upset about it.

"Wow, wow, wow." Bruno stepped toward his neices. "What's going on here?"

Isabela used her vines to spin Bruno out of the way. "Stay out of this Tio Bruno. This is between us and Camilo."

Camilo tried to run again as the three girls approached him. However, he barely made an inch before Isabela had him wrapped in vines.

"You think it's funny to prank us all day?" Isabela demanded.

"U-uhum," Camilo stuttered.

"Do you know how hard it is to get glitter out of fabric!" Mirabel demanded.

"Or out of hair!" Isabela added.

"We can't even shower yet. I have to go out looking like I rolled in something dead! And glittery!" Luisa growled out.

Camilo craned his neck away from the three angry girls.

Meanwhile, Bruno rushed forward and in between the heated debate. "Woooow, wow, wow, wow. Wow. Camilo, how many pranks have you pulled today?"

"Uhhh, sixteen and counting," the teen replied, his voice going up several octaves at the end.

"And counting!" Isabela demanded.

"I had a lot of free time this morning."

A second later, Isabela turned her cousin upside down with the vines he was wrapped in.

Bruno held up his hands. "Okay, okay, okay. Look, you three go get cleaned up as best you can and I'll talk with Camilo."

"But he---!"

"I know." Bruno turned the three around. "But ganging up on him when you're this upset is not going to end well. Take some time to destress before you have to go back out."

A few moments later, the three girls walked off while Camilo dropped to the ground.

"Thank you sobrinas. Tio Bruno loves you." Bruno brushed his hands off. "Okay, Camilo. Let's---Camilo?"

When the older uncle turned to address his nephew, he discovered Camilo was gone.

Bruno looked around upstairs. "Camilo? . . . Camilo."

There was no sign of the teen upstairs so Bruno moved downstairs. A quick scan showed Delores standing off to the side of Casita, adjusting a few paintings on the wall.

"Hey Delores, have you seen Camilo?" Bruno asked.

The older teen tilted her head then shook it.

Bruno studied his sobrina. "Are you sure?"

"Mh-hm," Delores answered as she continued adjusting the paintings.

"Uh-huh, then why are there two of you?"

Delores stiffened and turned. When she looked to where Bruno was pointing, there was indeed a Delores walking and talking with Mariano outside of Casita.

Meanwhile, the Delores inside Casita slowly turned her eyes to make eye contact with Bruno.

Bruno stepped closer. "Camilo, what are you---?"

Something moved out of the corner of the older Tio's eye. When he looked up, he noticed a bucket hanging on the railing of the second floor. Looking down, Bruno also saw a small wire just near his foot.

The older Tio deadpanned as he made eye contact with Camilo disguised as Delores. "Really?"

Then the Camilo disguised as Delores took off.

Bruno took off after him, "Camilo! Get back here!"

As he darted upstairs, Delores turned back into the mentioned teen. "Sorry Tio Bruno!"

However, before he could get far, Camilo tripped. He landed with a loud thud on the floor.

Bruno skidded to a stop by his nephew. "Gracias Casita."

A few of the tiles flipped over in response.

"Thanks for selling me out Casita," Camilo growled.

One last tile flipped up to pop the teen in the forehead.

"Ow!"

Bruno chuckled as he grabbed Camilo up by the collar. "Come along Sabrino."

"Why are you targeting me!" The teen exclaimed and struggled to get out of the hold. "They deserved it!"

"I sincerely doubt it."

"It's true-AH!" Camilo stumbled forward as he was gently shoved into Bruno's tower.

Bruno shut the door. "Camilo, you're going to get hurt if you're not careful."

"But Tio, it's just some stupid little pranks!"

"I know, but if you do too many, people aren't going to trust you." The older uncle squeezed his nephew's shoulder. "They're just going to think you're only trying to prank them."

Camilo shrugged. "Eh, I think I'll be fine."

Bruno sighed as his nephew started walking toward his door. "Camilo---."

"I promise Tio, I'm alright."

Just as Camilo reached out to grab the handle of the door, Bruno grabbed his shoulder. "I don't believe you."

Camilo turned. "What?"

"I said, I don't believe you."

"Huh?"

Bruno pulled Camilo back into his arms. "You have not done anything that has shown me you are."

"Hey!" The young teen squirmed.

"Nope." Bruno wrapped his arms around his nephew. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I said I am!"

"Uh-huh." The older uncle started wiggling his fingers into his nephew's sides. "But why should I trust you?"

Camilo broke into laughter while curling into a ball. "Becahahause!"

"Becuase yohou're soho trustwohorthy?"

"Yehes!"

Bruno spidered onto Camilo's stomach. "Even after you sprayed all three of your cousins with glue and glitter?"

"Yehes!"

Bruno dug in to the middle of Camilo's stomach. "And after you pretended to be your sister Delores?"

"Ah! Yes!"

The older uncle paused. "And after you then tried to drop a bucket on me?"

"Uhuhuh, maybehe."

Bruno tsked. "Unfortunately, due to circumstances, I don't."

"What? Why?"

"How do I know you're not just going to get ready for another prank?" Bruno asked.

Camilo's eyes went wide. "Uhhh . . ."

"Mh-hm." The older uncle placed one hand on his hip. "So you see why I don't believe you?"

"Kind of . . ."

"Hm, guess I have to be more persuasive."

"Huh? Ah!"

Bruno scooped up his nephew.

Camilo gripped his uncle's arms. "Tio!"

"This should persuade you," the older uncle teased.

Before Camilo could ask again, Bruno lifted the teen up to blow a raspberry into his stomach.

The teen squealed loudly at the ticklish feeling. The mix of vibrations and facial hair felt absolutely torturous!

And Bruno did not stop after one. He made sure Camilo's entire stomach was covered in ticklish raspberries.

"SQUEE! TIO BRUHUNOHO!"

"Have you learned your lesson?" Bruno asked.

"Yehes! Yes! I promise!" Camilo sagged in his hold. "Ihi wihill stop thehe prahanks!"

"You don't have to stop them completely." The older uncle set his nephew down. "Just tone down how much you do it. Fun is good in moderation."

Camilo brushed off his ruana. "Thank you Tiho Bruhunoho. I'll keep that ihin mihind."

"Aw, you're welcome sobrino." Bruno ruffled the curls on Camilo's head. "Now, how many pranks do you have left that we need to take down."

The teen rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh . . . A lot . . ."

Bruno gave his nephew a deadpan look. "I was afraid you'd say that. Well, better get started then."

Camilo smiled and hurried after his uncle to take down the remaining pranks.

[amazingmsme]

Just Like the Good Ol’ Days

AN: Finally getting around to the last couple of tickletober fics, but it’s gonna be slow cause I have the last few projects & finals coming up. But I promise more will be coming your way! Not to mention squealing santa right around the corner!

It was impossible to say no to Larry Butz. If the matter were serious enough, then sure, but it was a rare exception. Larry just had a way about him that guilted you into doing whatever he asked. Which was why Edgeworth found himself stuck in the middle of the couch, sandwiched between his friends as a cheap horror movie played on tv.

Larry had been nagging both himself and Wright about "getting the gang back together" and having a sleepover like they used to. At first he thought it was a joke. What were three grown men supposed to even do at a sleepover? Apparently watch movies he'd never bothered to see and eat more junk food than God intended. He couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun.

They ended up lost in conversation, reminiscing on days of old when things were more simple and life felt easy.

Or at least, that's how it all had started. Miles was currently trying his hardest to pay attention to the movie and ignore the tickle fight happening right next to him.

Larry was always a stubborn one. As soon as Phoenix stood to go to the bathroom, Larry stretched his legs out in his previous seat. When the lawyer returned, he'd refused to move, claiming there was "enough room" on the edge of the cushion. There decidedly was not enough room.

Phoenix sat down on his outstretched legs, immediately scribbling his fingers over the trapped soles. Larry thrashed about and screamed in laughter, all to no avail.

Edgeworth sat on the other end of the couch, stiff as a board as he tried his hardest to ignore the playful tussle happening next to him. He stared intently at the screen, silently wishing they made horse blinders for people.

"E-Edgehehehey! Hehehelp a guy out!" Larry cried, breaking him out of his trance. He flinched and glanced over. Phoenix had his legs in a headlock, scribbling relentlessly over his socked soles. He met Edgeworth's gaze and smiled brightly.

"Yeah, help me make him move!"

"NO DON'T!"

Edgeworth was frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd like to watch the movie."

Phoenix stilled his hand, a small frown tugging his lips downward. Miles was back to staring at the screen as Phoenix and Larry shared a look. Maybe if he hadn't been so focused on tuning them out, he would've noticed the shift in targets.

As it was, he didn't notice until it was too late and his back met the couch cushions.

"What are-" he tried to speak but clamped his mouth shut before an embarrassingly high pitched giggle slipped out. His friends had wasted no time as their hands sought out his most sensitive spots. Their memories seemed to serve them well.

"Oh c'mon Edgey! I know you wanna laugh!"

Larry called out, scribbling against the backs of his knees. Miles snorted and kicked out futilely.

“You know we know all your worst spots!” Phoenix added, wrestling his arms above his head and digging in his exposed pit with his free hand. The damn was now cracked, and a flood of laughter poured out.

It was stupid and childish, and completely unbearable, but on the other hand, it felt good to laugh with them again. Just like old times.

[mysteriouslee]

Tickletober Day 1 BAYBEEEEE

Using @/lovelynim 's list of prompts.

lee!ikki ler!korra

It's been a long time since Korra had hung out with Ikki, just Ikki. Without Jinora or Meelo who'd usually end up stealing the attention anyways. Especially with how unnoticed she'd be when with them. When she heard Korra was coming today, she was ecstatic, Meelo had his art class and Jinora had spirit world stuff with her dad. So, that meant her adopted big sis's attention was all her's for the day. When she saw the blimp arrive, she could hardly contain her excitement, today was just gonna be perfect.....or so she thought.

On this day in particular, Ikki woke up with a really bad lee mood. Like the lee mood to end all lee moods. Which is honestly the worst time to have one right now. Korra seemed just as enthusiastic to hang out with Ikki as Ikki was. They played games, went out to the park and even got some junk food on the way back, avatar discount included of course. They finally got home after a long day of activities, Ikki now sat, Korra braiding her hair. She could feel Korra's inquisitive stare, melting the back of her hair.

"I have a feeling that even though we caught up on what we've been up to, I have a feeling there is something you haven't told me yet.' The Water Tribe Avatar sensed.

Ikki stared at the floor, twiddling her fingers. Korra finished the braid and hugged the teen air nomad.

"I'm sure whatever it is, you can tell me when you're ready" the blue clad woman said.

That's when Ikki broke.

"Korra I want.....*mumbles*" the young air nomad tried to get it out.

"Take your time Kiki" Korra patiently waited for Ikki's desire to be stated.

"Can you please, do the thing. Just like when we were younger, when I'd be upset" Ikki tried to word around it.

Korra who by this point was fully aware what her adopted little sister was asking for, wanted to tease her just a little bit.

"I'm afraid you'll have to be a liitttlleee more specific about that" Korra said in a sing song tone, moving her fingers to sit at Ikki's sides.

"C'mon, don't make me beg for it, pleeasseeeee" Ikki begged, pouting in Korra's face.

"Alright, Alright, you're lucky your puppy eyes still work on me" Korra gave in.

Korra wrapped Ikki in a tight hug, not tight enough to accidentally hurt her but tight enough so Ikki couldn't get away that easily

"Ready?' Korra asked before proceeding.

"Yeah" Ikki responded nervously.

Korra began digging into Ikki's sides, and Ikki reaction being immediate. Ikki threw her head back, almost headbutting Korra in the face.

"NHohOHohooOHOO PLeAShehaha" Ikki squeeled and fought in place.

"But didn't you want this" Korra teased, moving her fingers to Ikki's stomach

"KOHHORRRAAA" Ikki shrieked.

"It'd been a long time, I almost forgot you're the most ticklish of the three of you" Korra mocked

"SHUHUHDAHAHPP" Ikki screamed desperately.

Korra stopped to give Ikki a breather.

"Do you want me to stop or do you want me to keep tickling you" Korra genuinely asked.

Ikki while panting nodded.

"All right, but don't expect me to be merciful" Korra responded.

The rest of the day, the two spent it laughing and goofing off. erhaps when Jinora and Meelo get back, the three of them will gang up on Korra.

[cringemesstickles]

Capable of Joy

(TickleTober Day 25: Gang Tickles)

Summary: Dally gets teamed up on bc they’re silly

Pairing: None

Word Count: 545

A/N: y’all I’m not even gonna lie, I was so tired today and lacked motivation… 😭

I still wanted to post something tho, so I did my best :)

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. The gang had all congregated in the Curtis living room, the air thick with the smell of leather jackets and cigarette smoke. Johnny was flipping through an old comic book, Two-Bit was playing with his switchblade, and Darry was busy fixing a leaky faucet in the kitchen. Soda, Pony, and Steve were engaged in some loud chatter while Dally lounged on the couch, trying to look as uninterested as possible.

“So, you’re telling me you’ve never been tickled before?” Steve asked incredulously, staring at Dally.

“What’s it to you?” Dally grumbled, feigning indifference.

“Aw, come on, Dal. Everyone’s been tickled at some point,” Ponyboy chimed in, grinning.

“Not where I come from.” Dally retorted, rolling his eyes.

Darry, having overheard the conversation while walking back from the kitchen, couldn’t help but join in.

“I think we should enlighten Dally on this age-old form of entertainment.”

The room seemed to hum with anticipation. Even Johnny looked up from his comic book, eyes wide with interest.

“Alright, fellas. What do you say we all give Dally a proper introduction to the world of tickling?” Two-Bit suggested, cracking his knuckles for emphasis.

The gang needed no further encouragement. They moved quickly, surrounding Dally, who for the first time looked genuinely unsure.

Before Dally could react, Darry pinned his arms above his head, Ponyboy and Johnny each securing his ankles.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!” Dally squirmed, frantically trying to escape.

“Relax, Dal… all in good fun!” Said the oldest of the group, tightening his grip to ensure nobody got punched in the face.

Two-Bit was the first to strike, skittering his fingers up Dally’s sides and back down again. When Dally jolted away with a yelp, Sodapop struck at the other side, leaving the victim trapped between the two.

“EEK- STOHOHOHOP YOU IDIOTS!” He squealed and squirmed, any trace of stoicism completely thrown out the window.

“So, how’s that tough persona holdin up, Dally?” Grinned Soda, letting a hand wander up to the Dally’s armpit, eliciting a snort, the normally stoic boy tugging at his arms to try and defend himself.

“SHUT UHUHUP! I’LL K-KILL YOU AHAHALL!”

Unfazed by the empty threat, Johnny and Pony exchanged a glance before each of them went for their target’s knees.

The variety of tickling seemed to only make things worse; each member seemed to have their own unique tickling technique that when combined, created a storm of sensations.

Two-Bit’s was mostly rapid skittering, while Soda tended to lean more towards playful pinches. Ponyboy’s style was a combination of Two-Bit’s and Soda’s, whereas Johnny’s was light and tender. Even Darry transferred one of Dally’s wrists to the other hand so that he could restrain him with one hand and tickle him with the other; his tickling was more strategic.

“GUHUHUYS! ENOHOHOUGH!!”

Seeing that Dally couldn’t take much more, Darry lightened his grip on Dally’s wrists.

“Alright guys, let him breathe.”

Everyone pulled back, pleased with their little experiment.

“Well, Dal, I’m glad we’ve established that you’re capable of expressing joy!” Two-Bit grinned, punching Dally in the shoulder.

Dally glared, though there was a noticeable lack of tension in his body in comparison to earlier.

And though Dally wouldn’t admit it, he felt significantly lighter.

[gaybananabread]

•• @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers #19 (Secret), How about a very funny secret identity reveal? >w< Miles gets some tickles from one or both of his parents, and through a folly of your choice (a minor injury, noticing his costume, or god forbid, him losing control of his powers) they realize that he's Spiderman. ••

TickleTober Day 19 - Secret

~OOOO THAT’S A GOOD IDEA!! All of Panda’s reqs have got my brain juices flowing in the best ways. I’ve got a feeling Jeff’s gonna seem a little nonexistent here; I did my best 🫡. This is mostly plot (read: angst/comfort) with some tickles, though I did try to work as many in as possible; I just had so many internal dialogue ideas. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~

Lee: Miles Morales

Lers: Rio and Jeff Morales

Summary: Exhausted from a tough night of crime fighting, Miles wakes up looking less than alive. His parents sit him down for a little cheer-up session, but it quickly morphs into something much more serious.

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

Miles groaned as he hauled himself out of bed, feeling the muscles in his shoulders and lower back scream in protest. Spot had been causing problems the night before, requiring the gang to go down and deliver his weekly ass-kicking. The spotted man had been getting more creative, he’d give him that.

Unfortunately for Miles, that meant he’d had to work twice as hard to bring the slippery jerk. He’d avoided the cops again, but the teen had recovered all the stolen tech. While it felt gratifying to protect the city, his body was wondering if it was worth it. It was, obviously, but still.

The exhausted spider barely noticed his parents in the living room, zombie-shuffling into the kitchen to grab a Pop-Tart and a Monster. Not the healthiest breakfast, sure, but he needed a quick boost before he started on his homework. Uuuuugh, World History essays…

Rio, of course, snatched the can from his grip before he could poison himself with all the caffeine on an empty stomach. “What do you think you're doing?”

“Uuuuh…gettin’ breakfast?” He showed her the strawberry toaster pastry in his hand, hoping it’d get him out of the inevitable scolding. Why couldn’t his mom’s true crime show have been on to distract her?

“¡No en mi casa, Miles! You’re eating real food and drinking something other than this battery acid,” Rio huffed, trading the energy drink for a glass of milk and leftover tostones with eggs. She heated the food up and guided him to the table, placing a fork in his hand before he could process anything.

“Eat. After that, we’re talking.” Without giving him a moment to complain or speak, she went back to the couch, settling against her husband’s side.

Apparently, his mom's show was on; he could hear the gorey details, as well as his dad’s groans in response to some of the messier descriptions. Rio had left her favorite trash TV show to come and scold him. Not good…

Once he’d finished his reheated heaven, Miles slunk over to the couch. Maybe if he was slick enough about it, his mom would just let him cuddle up beside her and avoid conversation.

“Miles, sit. Your Dad and I need to talk to you.” Shiiiiiiiit. She was using the tone – the one kids and teens everywhere knew feared.

“Sure. What’s up?” Miles tried to play it cool, sitting languidly as he watched his parents’ faces.

“You’ve been really tired lately, Miles. It’s not like you.” Jeff spoke, giving Miles the “I’m here for you, but I know you’re hiding something” look. He really didn’t like how that look made his stomach twist; he felt bad enough about lying without his Dad’s skepticism.

“AP classes are kicking my butt, not anything new. More homework means less sleep.” That felt pretty believable. Of all Miles’s horrible lies, that one might’ve ranked in the top-ten.

“Come on, mijo; we aren’t stupid. You get most of your homework done at school, and we both know it.” Rio’s firm words shattered that little beam in his chest. He really needed to get better at lying…

“C’mon…” Miles sighed, grasping at straws. What could he tell them? Obviously not the truth – they’d be furious if they learned he’d been lying to them for over a year. He couldn’t think of any good lies, though, just sighing. “I dunno. It’s…it’s complicated, I guess. Don’t really wanna get into it.”

His parents seemed to take the angsty answer as a clear boundary, giving each other the parental “we’ll scheme later” look before addressing their son. Jeff leaned over Rio, patting the boy’s shoulder.

“Alright, Miles. We’ll leave it for now, but you gotta give us something. Why’re you so slow today?”

That was an easy answer: he was sore as all hell, fighting every muscle in his body with each subtle movement. Had to be an easier way to say that… “A few guys and I were playin’ ball down by my old school. I got a few in, but my arms are sore.”

They seemed to believe that one, his father’s hand switching to a gentle squeeze. “Hey, no pain, no gain. Gotta get those noodle arms conditioned.”

If only he knew how strong Miles truly was…best not to think about it. He still got to complain about physical activity with his facade anyway.

“Hey, hey! Leave the poor noodles outta this!” Miles hugged his arms to his chest, feeling a bit of playfulness rise in his chest. He was exhausted, sure, but people he was close to and having fun with tended to recharge his battery.

Rio picked up on the mood shift, her mom brain running through a few ideas on how to cheer him up. He was obviously still upset and facing something, but they couldn’t force him to tell them anything. It seemed, for that day at least, like perking him up was the best course of action.

Miles squeaked as he felt a poke on his side, narrowing his eyes at his mom. Rio chuckled knowingly, already moving to do it again. Miles tried to jump off the couch, but his dad’s squeezing hand quickly became a vice-like grip.

“Hey- noho! C’mon, Mohohom! Dahad!” Miles could’ve easily ripped himself out of his father’s grip, but that would reveal his secret to them; that definitely wasn’t happening until he was ready, or maybe ever. He wasn’t sure, honestly. All he was sure of was that his mom’s tickling was getting more insistent.

“Nope. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen my baby boy really laugh. This is long overdue.” Rio moved her wiggling fingers higher, curling them around his ribcage. As expected, he folded like a lawn chair, trying to curl in on himself while also suppressing his spider strength.

“Jeff, mi amor, little help?”

Jeff smiled before hooking his hands beneath Miles’s arms, dragging him across Rio’s lap, and pinning said arms above his head. It wasn’t a very good spot for Miles to be stuck, but his parents seemed utterly amused.

“D-Dahahahad! Youhu trahaitor! Ihi’ll remehehember- NYAHAHAHAHOHO! M-MAHAHAMI!” Miles thrashed like a worm on a hook as he suddenly felt his mom’s nails on the bottoms of his socked feet, wiggling evilly as they made him lose his mind. Of all the places she could’ve chosen to target, why did it have to be his feet?

“But I’m having so much fun! What about you, Jeff’?”

“Absolutely. He’s kinda cute like this, all giggly smiles. I could get used to it.” Jeff obviously shared her sentiments, gently scratching a finger against his son’s wrists. He usually left the overly physical affections to his wife, but he was enjoying himself.

Miles didn’t know what to feel.

First off, his parents, plural, were tickling him to pieces. His friends were the only ones who’d done that within the last few years, save for Miguel and Peter B. Secondly, it freaking tickled! Like, a lot! His mind was taken back to much earlier days of his mom making him shriek for lying, refusing to eat his vegetables, and when he…asked. Oh shit.

Mom knows I like this.

That single thought alone was enough to break his brain; when he felt his mom’s nails glide up to his armpits, it was all over.

“GYAAAHAHAHA! MOHOHOHOM!” With a shriek of laughter, Miles suddenly disappeared.

Rio yelped, while Jeff sputtered some less-than-appropriate phrases. They could both still feel their son on top of them, but…he was hidden from sight.

Just like Spider-Man.

“Me cago en Dios…” Rio felt her heart pump double-time in her chest, a feeling of cold shock and realization settling over her. Her son, her sweet boy, was Spider-Man. Worse, he’d felt the need to lie to her. For a year.

Miles would’ve loved to stay invisible, but his body followed it’s usual “fuck you, I do what I want” routine; he popped back into their sights, a look of pure terror on his face. What would they think? What would they do? Would his dad react like Gwen’s initially did?

Jeff was much less calm than his wife with his reactions. He dropped Miles’s wrists in a hurry, staring right into his son’s eyes. He’d been right there, right in the danger with him, shoved him out of the way to take hits way too heavy for a teenager. When it came time to actually speak, the man could only force two words past his heavy lips.

“Miles…why?”

Shit. That was so much worse than anger.

“I-I can explain! I was- it wasn’t on purpose. Well, a-all the Spider-Man stuff was, but not getting there! I got bit by somethin’, just like the original dude, and it gave me powers. I couldn’t not help people, ya know? Dad? Mom?”

Miles rushed the words out as he looked between their stunned faces, unable to move off their laps. Well, he wanted to, but his body was too shocked and afraid to do much, aside from twist his fingers and occasionally shake.

“Please say something?”

“Why did you hide this?” Rio was the first to say a complete sentence, though it followed the basis of her husband’s two words of dismay. She didn’t look as horrified as his father did, but she definitely wasn’t humming a tune and giggling.

“I…had to. To keep you safe. I wasn’t… I didn’t have everything figured out. By the time I did, it was already kinda too late.”

“You didn’t have to! You could’a told me! I could’a helped you with half the crazy assholes you’ve fought!” There was Jeff, expressing his emotions by shouting. He felt his son flinch from the volume, immediately adjusting himself. “I never would’ve let you face off against some’a those fuckers…”

“That’s the problem, Dad. I’ve got a responsibility, just like you. I can’t just abandon New York because a bad guy could whoop me! Sure, I get banged up sometimes, but I’ve got a healing factor. I can fix a broken rib in a week.”

Miles hoped that would be enough to soothe the hurt and fear on his father’s face. It wasn’t even close to enough, but it did give him some information.

“But you shouldn’t have to know that! You’re 15! You should be worryin’ about girls and puberty and drivin’, not saving the whole damn city!”

Miles felt that it was a bad time to mention that he saved the whole damn state, not just Brooklyn, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Mi precioso niño… You could’ve told us. We could’ve been there. We’re your parents, Miles!” Rio grabbed his arm, bringing it down from above his head to really examine the skin there. Sure, enough, she found scars; faint, thanks to the healing factor, but she traced each one with reverence. “Sentías que no podías confiar en nosotros...”

“I didn’t not wanna trust you! I just… It’s hard. I didn’t wanna put you in harm's way, and I didn’t know what you’d do if I told you.” Miles’s voice finally betrayed him, wobbling as he forced back tears. He preferred anger. Anger was reciprocated, easy, mindless. But the fear and hurt? Those were killing him.

Miles felt his mom brush away a tear he didn’t even realize he’d shed. Rio looked over at her husband, the two having a silent conversation before she spoke. “We’re not mad, Miles. Well, I really wish you hadn’t hidden this, but we’re not gonna get angry. We love you, baby, and we’re here for you.”

“For whatever you need, hear me? We love you, Miles; more than anything on this damn planet No more hiding. You tell us everything.” His father’s voice cut in as well, a little shaky, but still firm. Still there, not kicking him away or shunning him for his misdeed. They were supporting him…

A jolt of warmth shot right into his heart, followed by the crushing weight of all he’d been keeping from them. Tears started flowing as he curled on his side, hiding his face in the closest abdomen – his father’s. Jeff sighed, gently petting his son’s head as he sobbed.

Rio carefully rubbed Miles’s legs, feeling hidden muscles as she tried to soothe him. He was in so much trouble later, but…the knowledge was hurting him, too. The burden of living the life he was apparently just tossed into. She knew what that felt like, and she wasn’t about to get mad at her son for it.

With a shaky sigh, Rio leaned her head on Jeff’s shoulder, her hazel eyes met his. Both parents knew one thing: they’d do anything for their son.

Even if it meant raising a superhero in a crime-ridden, super-powered city. They were not going to abandon their boy, no matter what. They loved him, and that was never changing.

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TickleTober 2023 Masterlist

Happy Tickletober2023 everyone! :D I've made a masterlist for the event! :D

Full Masterlist

Day 1: Anticipation (SK8: Lee!Langa, Reki, Ler!Joe)

Day 2: Accidental (Collar x Malice: Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kei)

Day 3: Cuddles (Demon Slayer: Switches!Obamitsu)

Day 4: Weak Spot (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Chobe, Ler!Toma)

Day 5: "I'm Not Ticklish" (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Lee!Abbachio, Lers!Mista, Narancia)

Day 6: Chase (Jujutsu Kaisen: Lee!Gojo, Ler!Utahime)

Day 7: Flustered (Tokyo Revengers: Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Baji)

Day 8: Truth (Moriarty The Patriot: Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William)

Day 9: Lie (Buddy Daddies: Lee!Miri, Lers!Kazuki, Rei)

Day 10: Ghost (Demon Slayer: Lers!TenRenMitsu)

Day 11: Squeal (Black Clover: Lee!Leopold, Ler!Yuno)

Day 12: Bites/Nibbles (Bungo Stray Dogs: Lee!Dazai, Ler!Chuuya)

Day 13: Sneak Attack (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: Lee!Grusha, Lers!Rika, Iono)

Day 14: Soft (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Yui, Ler!Gabimaru)

Day 15: Tickle Fight (My Hero Academia: Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki)

Day 16: Unusual Spot (Demon Slayer: Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Day 17: Interrogation (Spy x Family: Lee!Loid, Lers!Anya, Yor)

Day 18: Magic (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun: Lee!Hanako, Ler!Nene)

Day 19: Arms Up (Blue Lock: Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Nagi)

Day 20: Relentless (Chainsaw Man: Lee!Aki, Lers!Denji, Power)

Day 21: New Discovery (Code Realize: Lee!Lupin, Lers!Cardia, Impey)

Day 22: Ticklish Kiss (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: Lee!Brassius, Ler!Hassel)

Day 23: Incoherent (Vinland Saga: Lee!Thorfinn, Ler!Einar)

Day 24: Pinned (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Yuzuriha, Ler!Sagiri)

Day 25: Gang Tickles (Haikyuu!!: Lee!Semi, Lers!Tendou, Shirabu, Goshiki)

Day 26: Counting (Blue Lock: Lee!Isagi, Ler!Bachira)

Day 27: Hysterical (Dr Stone: Lee!Senku, Ler!Gen)

Day 28: Massage (Bungo Stray Dogs: Lee!Atsushi, Ler!Akutagawa)

Day 29: Wake Up! (Blue Lock: Lee!Nagi, Lers!Barou, Chigiri)

Day 30: Caught (Jujutsu Kaisen: Lee!Nobara, Ler!Maki)

Day 31: Aftercare (Fruits Basket: Lee!Tohru, Ler!Kyo)

[thatsadbietch]

Critical Hit

Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spots

Yes, I am severely late. No, I will not be taking comments on it at this time. I would rather post something I'm satisfied with late than something half-assed on time. You all and I both deserve the best <3

Ryuji is tasked with leading the next Phantom Thieves' training session. Leave it to him to work in time to pick on his favorite Joker and teach something worthwhile!

Warning: Of course, tickles, and some curses.

“Joker, watch out!” Skull cried, deflecting an oncoming attack toward his leader, who had been occupied with another enemy.  The attack was directed back toward the Shadow that cast it, defeating it instantly.

“Nice job, Skull,” Joker praised, finishing off his own target. The Phantom Thieves were surrounded, but not critically so; a group of lower-level Shadows had managed to get the jump on the gang.  Even so, this was far from the Thieves’ first rodeo, having made several trips to Mementos, both in search of their favorite non-feline’s past and to help the citizens of Tokyo whose Shadows have become too strong.

“Truly art in motion,” Yusuke, aka Fox, commented. He, Skull, and Joker have been tasked to search a section of Mementos while Panther, Queen, and Mona search another section, having Oracle be the go-between for communications.

“Skull, your form and approach have quite changed for the better.  Perhaps I can attend your and Joker’s next training session? Surely there’s much I can learn,” he asked sincerely.  Skull snickered, throwing a knowing glare at his leader.

“I’m cool with you tagging along, but it’s up to the mighty leader over here.  Not sure if he could handle both of us.” Joker rolled his eyes as his friend hinted at the mischief that unfolded last time.

“Yes, Fox, I think that’s a good call. And since Skull is so eager for you to join he shouldn’t mind planning our next training session.”  That wiped Ryuji’s grin away.

“What?”

“Yeah, you did really well last time.  And it would be beneficial for someone else to be able to lead training sessions, just in case.”  Ryuji thought for a minute before nodding slowly.

“...Yeah, I can do it, no worries.”  Ren smiled.

“Good, can’t wait to see what you come up with.”

“Nor can I,” Fox chimed in, “I’m looking forward to it.”

They agreed on meeting in a week’s time, when the field and track would be free and clear again. It seemed like the dialogue in Ryuji’s head went from “I’ve got a week, no big deal” to “CRAP, I have to have this ready in a few hours!” in the blink of an eye, and he still had no idea on how to lead a training session.  He sat alone in the library, which was a rare sight in itself, but he knew he needed to step up.

“Come on,” he mentally prompted, “just plan training time.  An hour, maybe ninety minutes.  You can do this.”

“Ryuji?” The electric blonde jumped out of his skin with a shrill noise of surprise, earning him a “Shh!” from the other students. He turned quickly and saw his student council president and Queen to Mementos.  Makoto sat across from him.

“I’m surprised to see you here.  You looked like you were struggling, though.  Anything I can help with?”

“Uh… Yeah, actually.  But I really can’t talk about it here. It’s about practice,” Ryuji emphasized and gave her a look, hoping she’d take the hint.  She stood, as if to say “received,” but actually said, “Of course.  We can use the student council room.  Our meeting just ended, so no one’s in there right now.”

They walked to the now empty classroom where student council meetings are held, and Ryuji explained the situation to Makoto.  She listened intently, already forming several solutions but not wanting to miss any details.

“He just sprung it on me.  And in front of Fox, how could I say “no”?”  Her strategizing mind realized he was venting now, and she smiled at him.

“He trusts you, Ryuji.  And he wouldn’t have asked you if he didn’t think you could handle it.”

“...you think so?”

“Absolutely! You’re his best friend, you don’t need me to tell you that.” Ryuji reflected on it and smiled, but in an instant grew panicked again.

“Wait! Aren’t you and Ann going too?!”

“Shhh! Ren and I already discussed that,” she started, keeping her voice low despite the privacy of the classroom, “it might be best to keep up appearances as much as possible.  Meaning getting together in a big group all of a sudden might seem suspicious. She and I have separate training days until we figure out something else.”

“Oh… yeah, that makes sense.  That’s why he’s the Leader, I guess.” Ryuji couldn’t help but be relieved; he enjoyed having Ann and Makoto on the team, but the less people at his first led training session, the better.

“So, as for your session,” Makoto started, “Always start any physical training with a warm up.  It’ll help keep you from getting sore, and will help with performance during the training.” Ryuji was scribbling madly in his notebook, as if she were sharing answers to a final exam.

“Next, you need to pick the focus of your session.  What did Ren do during your last session?” Ryuji shrugged.

“Ran and sparred, mostly.” Makoto looked blankly for a moment, and as if on cue Ryuji added, “Oh! He went over “observing and adapting,” saying stuff like how just charging at Shadows wasn’t always going to work.  Which I still don’t know if I buy it, but his way worked, too.” Makoto sighed at his impulsivity, but continued.

“So he focused on refining a skill.  You can do that. Or, you can try teaching something that you specialize in.”

“Well…” Ryuji thought, “I am pretty good at knocking down some Shadows with one hit.”

“So you’re good at finding their weakest points, and using them to your advantage?” Makoto asked.  Ryuji’s eyes started to light up.

“Yeah… I can show them how I do that! Thank you, Makoto!” He suddenly stood and hugged her, running out of the classroom and not stopping until he reached the track field.

“I wonder how he’s going to teach that.”

**************************************************

“How the heck am I supposed to teach this?!” Ryuji exclaimed in his head, pacing the track while waiting on his two trainees.  He didn’t have to wait long though, as he could see Ren leading Yusuke in his direction, both changed in athletic wear and ready to start.

“Hello, leader-for-today,” Ren started, “I’ve been wondering what you’ve come up with.”

“As have I,” Yusuke chimed in, “I hope to be better equipped to handle Shadows, and to gain some artistic inspiration.  Seeing Joker take the lead is inspiring in itself, but you surely will offer a unique perspective,”  Though Yusuke’s intentions were pure, Ryuji took this as “the pressure’s on,” and became a bit more visibly nervous.

“Uh… Yeah… totally… WARM UP!” he shouted, suddenly remembering Makoto’s advice and recognizing a way to dodge the inevitable for at least a few more minutes.

“Right! We can’t train well without a warm up! Let’s jog a few laps and stretch!”  The two looked a bit confused, but did as they were told while Ryuji led the jog and stretches.

“Ryuji, are we ready to get started on the lesson?” Ren asked gently, starting to realize the task had given his second-in-command much more stress than he thought.  Ryuji finally sighed.

“Okay, I wanted to show you guys how I land critical hits on Shadows, but we aren’t in Mementos and I know we don’t usually go without the others just in case something happens and I couldn’t think of anything else to do and-”

“Ryuji,” Ren put a hand on his shoulder, and it worked as if it functioned as a “pause” button.

“That’s a great skill to learn! And we don’t have to be in Mementos; I’ll be the Shadow so Yusuke can observe.”

“O-Oh, okay… Yeah! Thanks, dude!” Ryuji regained every bit of his energy and excitement, causing Ren to chuckle fondly and Yusuke to wonder how Ryuji functions so well against enemies while his train of thought was all over the place.

“I suppose that’s what I’m here to learn” he thought, watching Ryuiji and Ren take opposing stances.

“Okay, um… Ren?” his ravenette friend smiled at him.

“Just do what comes naturally when you’re fighting.  Try to narrate it.”

“So,” Ryuji started, “There’s a Shadow in front of you, Yusuke. What do you notice about his stance?”

“Well, he’s grounded.  And he has one arm toward his face, and the other at his torso.”

“Right.  And that’s pretty normal for us: to protect our faces and middles, where our organs are,” Ryuji explained.  Ren and Yusuke were shocked at Ryuji’s knowledge on the subject, and how well he was teaching it.  Ryuji was even surprising himself, although he was only doing as Ren said, narrating his instincts.

“Every Shadow is going to have different areas they want to protect.  They don’t have organs and some might not even have faces, who knows.  But they’re weak somewhere, and their defensive stance will usually tell you where.”

“What about our Personas?” Yusuke asked, “They seem to have abilities that work well against certain Shadows, and not with others.”  Ryuji blanked, he hadn’t really thought about that part.

“Excellent question, but let’s focus on the basics for now,” Ren saved, “Queen and I were actually discussing this earlier, and are working with Oracle on compiling a list of Shadow’s we’ve faced and what their strengths and weaknesses are.” Though it appeared to just be the three here, Ren wanted to remain vigilant in keeping the other members’ identities safe.

“I see, thank you. My apologies, Ryuji, please continue.”

“Yeah dude, totally ask questions!” He faced Ren again.  “Now, come at me like you’re going to attack.  Slow-mo, though.” Ren nodded, seeing where Ryuji was taking this part.  He motioned a running start, and a punch with his right hand, the one originally blocking his torso.

“Stop,” Ryuji instructed.  Ren froze in his position, right arm extended in a mock blow to Ryuji’s jaw.

“Now, I can do three things. Since I was in my own defensive stance, I can block with this arm,” motioning his left, protecting his face, “I can take his wrist and fling him behind me using his own force,” again, the both of them demonstrating what that would look like,  “or, what I’m showing you guys, I can take this as an opportunity.  Yusuke, what’s changed about his position?”

“Well, in order to make an attack, he was forced to uncover a weak point he was previously protecting.”  Ryuji beamed.

“Exactly! You can’t do both. See,” Ryuji demonstrated, taking his pointer finger and tracing from Ren’s ribs to his hip bones. “His weak points are wide open now.” Ren inhaled sharply and winced. Ryuji looked to him, suddenly smug.

“And I do mean his weak points.” As a leader, he was proud that Ryuji picked up on small cues that could give him an edge.  However, he wasn’t the acting leader right now, so as his friend he’d hoped it would go unnoticed.  Yusuke hadn’t paid the brief interaction any mind, as he was more focused on the lesson at hand.  Ryuji returned to his original position, to the moment just before he would have been struck by his opponent.

“So,” he continued nonchalantly, “since we decided to attack, I see him coming toward me with this opening, I’m going to dodge, and strike.” Ryuji swerved his body under Ren’s extended arm, and instead of a mock strike, latched onto Ren’s side and squeezed.  Yusuke would have had to be blind and deaf to miss Ren’s reaction this time, as he squealed and recoiled from the surprise attack.

“AH! Ryuhohoji!”

“...What’s going on?” Yusuke asked, as much confused as he was amused.

“Just a demonstration,” Ryuji replied with a snicker before releasing Ren.  “I think you should give it a try.  Ren, you’re the Shadow again.”

“Greheat,” he replied as Ryuji and Yusuke switched places.  Yusuke had a gleam in his eyes too similar to Ryuji’s to be considered “comfortable” to the Joker.

“All right, Ren, slowly.  Yusuke, get ready.” Ryuji prompted. Ren exhaled, moving slowly for Yusuke’s sake.  It was his job, after all, to teach his team. And surely Yusuke is serious about his training, as to not be tempted by such juvenile tactics-

“BWAH! Hehehehey! YUSUKEHEHEHE!”  Yusuke did appear very serious in his training; so much so he adopted two strategies.  As Joker came with his slow swing, Yusuke grabbed his wrist with his right hand.  With his left, Yusuke latched onto the Joker’s ribs, noticing a much stronger reaction to his grip than Ryuji’s.

“Lehehehet go, Yusuke! Yohohou got me!” However, the artist chuckled and held firm to his “opponent’s” wrist.

“Have I done it correctly, Ryuji?” The blonde couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, and in the best way.  He cackled wickedly.

“I couldn’t have done better myself.  But he doesn’t look totally defeated.” Ren, still giggling against Yusuke’s ticklish grip, noticed Ryuji approaching.

“Stahahahay awahehey, Ryuji!” Ren threatened, trying with more desperation to break himself free from Yusuke.  However, in response Ryuji snatched his other wrist.  His giggles were already becoming more frantic, knowing how screwed he was with both of them playing this game.

“I’ve never seen you like this, Ren,” Yusuke noted, “It’s like witnessing a whole other part of you.”

“You are, dude.  This, you see, is “nearly defeated” Ren.” Ryuji explained as if we were now the expert in Ren’s weaknesses.  Which, in the context of which tickle spots can get Ren to buckle, he just might be the expert, Sojiro being a close second.

“I see. Are you telling me he has weaker points?” Yusuke said, still sounding like a student but adopted the smug smirk and mischievous gleam of a tormentor.

“Juuhuhust get ohohon with it!” Ren pleaded.  Why were they taking so long? And talking about him like he wasn’t even there?

“Quiet, you, I’m teaching, just like you asked,” With that, Ryuji swiped his fingers along Ren’s collarbone and neck with his free hand.  The raven-haired boy scrunched his shoulders up and sweet giggles bubbled forward.  Yusuke would not have believed this boy, adorable in his mirthful state, was in charge of the vengeful Phantom Thieves, if he were not there in the flesh to see for himself.

“Such a sweet sound, and a precious expression to accompany it.  I had not expected to find such inspiration from mere child’s play.”

Ren didn’t really have a response; he didn’t think he would serve as inspiration in this state either. Other than inspiration for Ryuji to continue leading him to his ticklish demise.

“Yeah yeah, he’s cute, we get it,” Ryuji said, and blushed himself a bit at the remark.  “Here, give me that.”  He took Ren’s other wrist from Yusuke and pinned both over his head.

“Now see, you’ve found your target’s weaker areas.  Deliver a critical hit.” His instructions came out malicious, and Yusuke’s look of adoration turned back to sinister.

“Y-Yusuke! You don’t have to do it! You already got me, and you picked it up really quick!”

“Yusuke, you remember when we fight Shadows how they sometimes beg to be spared?” Ryuji intervened, “Well, this is one of those times.  Since Ren’s right and you did get it on the first try, it’s your call. Mercy, or finish him?”  Yusuke looked at his now pitiful leader, and almost felt bad for him.  However, he realized this was an effect Ren tended to have on people.  He comes off pretty innocent or unassuming, but Yusuke has seen first hand what he’s actually capable of.

“How will I know if he’s “defeated”?

“Yusuke!” “Oho, trust me, he’ll tell you!” Ryuji said.  Ren felt his grip tighten on his wrists as he helplessly watched Yusuke approach him, claws formed with his hands.

“Y-Yusukehehe, nohoho, dohohon’t-NAHAHAHA!” Ren begged, but it fell on deaf ears as Yusuke descended his claw-like fingers into the hollows of Ren’s underarms, skittering up and down his tricep.  Ren tried vehemently, but failed to bring his arms down and out of Ryuji’s grip, who he could hear snickering under his own cackling.

“RYUJIHEHEHE you JERK!” he spat. 

“You know, we don’t take crap from Shadows, do we, Yusuke?”

“Definitely not.  This heathen needs to learn his manners.” Ryuji was absolutely ecstatic that Yusuke was seamlessly playing along as he shifted gears, drumming on Ren’s ribs like he would a piano.

“Do you know how many ribs you have, Joker?”

“YEHEHES!”

“How many?”

“TWEHEHENTY-FFFFAHAHA!” 

“PFFT!” He might have been trying to say twenty-four, if not for Ryuji throwing in a raspberry to the crook of the Joker’s neck.  He could (barely) handle Yusuke prodding at his ribs or Ryuji’s raspberries to the neck, but both?

“Well, if you don’t know, I’ll have to show you.” Yusuke stated simply, starting with his bottom two.

“THAHAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAHAIR! YUSUKE!” 

Ryuji laughed wickedly at his best friend’s expense, unknowing beforehand that Yusuke could be so cruel.  He wasn’t sure if Yusuke could tell, but amongst the loud belly laughter and rib-counting, Ren was starting to buckle the farther up his ribs Yusuke’s wiggling fingers traveled.

“Hey, Yusuke,” Ryuji said.  He almost had to raise his voice to be heard over the ravenette’s boisterous laughter.  He halted immediately, and Ren took the gracious opportunity to catch his breath.

“Be ready when you get to twenty-three and twenty-four. That’s our Joker’s weakest spot.”

“I started to believe he himself was a weak spot.”

“Screhehew you bohohoth,” Ren replied, bracing himself.

“Is that really any way to talk to your pupils?” Yusuke asked, catching Ren off-guard by kneading into his belly.  It was firm from consistent training, but still was quaking from all the giggle fits it helped produce.  Ren threw his head back onto Ryuji’s shoulder in a surprised guffaw, nearly head-butting his nose.

“H-hey, easy dude!”

“I-ihihi’m sorrihehehe!” Ren cried, putting in more effort to hold himself up.

“Here, Yusuke, follow me,” Ryuji instructed.  They led Ren to the ground, Ryuji still holding his wrists but allowing his head to rest in his lap rather than the ground.  Yusuke straddled his waist.

“I suppose this Shadow’s had quite the battle,” Yusuke observed, noticing the streaks of mirthful tears on his leader’s pink face. “I’ll waste no more time then!”

“Any last words, Shadow?” Ryuji teased.  Ren offered one more futile tug to his wrists and took a deep breath.

“Do your worst.  Because you two are dead.” 

“Tch, as if,” Ryuji played off, ignoring the slight chill down his spine.

“Bold words in the face of your demise,” Yusuke noted, also feeling a tinge of nervousness, but wasted no more time and drilled his thumbs in the topmost ribs on either side.  The same leader daring enough to make such a claim in his position positively howled as his most ticklish spot was exploited.

“YUSUKEHEHEHE!” Ren bucked and kicked at the space behind them, but to no avail as far as stopping the maddening sensations playing at his ribs.

“This Shadow’s done for!” Ryuji exclaimed, then laughing along as if Ren’s giggles were truly contagious.

“It’s almost as if, once you know how to deliver a critical hit, the Shadow is not as menacing,” Yusuke teased, switching from drilling to vibrating his fingertips along the length of ribs twenty-three and twenty four.

“JUHUHUHUST YOHOU WAIHIHIT! BWAHAHAHA!” Joker cackled, somehow still delivering threats.  His booming laughter soon grew silent, and he became too weak to struggle.

“All right, all right, I think he’s had enough,” Ryuji warned.  As cruel of a tickler as he was (which Ryuji made a mental note of), Yusuke stopped within the same second he was asked to do so, not wanting to abuse the trust he’d been given. Ryuji released Ren’s wrists, though his arms remained limp above his head while he caught his breath, which occasionally hitched in leftover chuckles.

“Are you all right, Ren?” Yusuke asked, now concerned.  But Ren chuckled, of his own accord this time.

“Yeah, heh, I’m okay.” Ren looked up at Ryuji, since his head was still in his lap.

“If this is how you plan on leading training sessions, you’re fired.”

“What?! No! At least, not every time,” he grinned, still full of mischief, “Gotta keep you on your toes, Joker.”

“And I yours. Yours too, Yusuke.  You won’t know when, you won’t know where-”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, fearful leader, so scary,” Ryuji brushed off.

“...Let’s instead get some water and continue training? Actually training this time?” Yusuke suggested, as he and his eccentric blonde partner in crime helped their leader up.  While the rest of the training went as planned with no more antics, Yusuke and Ryuji couldn’t help the nagging feeling their Joker was not about to forget this any time soon.

[sunstone-smiles]

Ooooh I have a request for TickleTober2023

How about Day 3, a mix of Cuddle and Villain with some of the Gen 9 gang with some Lees!Protag (guy or girl) and Arven Lers!Nemona and Mabosstiff

Can't wait to see what you do!

The Villains Stand No Chance

Author’s note: Absolutely, Anon! It was fun experimenting with how the two prompts would be incorporated, so I hope you all enjoy Day 3 of Tickletober: Cuddles and Villain! (From August’s Tickletober 2023 and Miya and Mia’s Tickletober lists!)

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

Characters: Nemona, Mabosstiff, Juliana, and Arven

Word count: 890

Summary: It’s a game of heroes versus villains with Nemona and Mabosstiff as the heroes against Juliana and Arven as the villains. Eventually, the heroes take the upper hand with a unique power of persuasion against the villains.

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Juliana and Arven peek their heads over the tall grass, as if they were in position to sneak up on a pokemon. 

“There it is,” Juliana whispers, “The golden oran berry.” She locks her sight on the picnic table ahead. A blue, not so golden, oran berry sits at the center of the table like a great treasure ready for the taking.

“Let’s go get it,” Arven whispers back. The two nod to each other, then start to creep out of the brush. When the coast is clear, they make a run for it.

“Halt, evil doers!” a female voice rings behind them.

Juliana and Arven stop in their tracks. They turn around to see their friend Nemona standing with her hands on her hips like a superhero. Mabosstiff stands beside her, despite him usually being by Arven’s side, with his chest puffed heroically in the air.

“Gasp! It’s our arch-nemesis!” Juliana exaggerates her words. Juliana and Arven swing their arms to their sides to put on battle stances.

“Well, they’re too late!” Arven declares. “Our goal of the golden oran berry is in our sight! And you can’t stop us!”

“Oh yeah?” Nemona exclaims. She suddenly juts her hands forward like a wizard. “Freeze power!” She acts as if an ice beam fires from the palm of her hands.

Hit by the ‘blast’, Juliana and Arven freeze from her imaginary attack. Playing along with the game, Juliana and Arven pretend to growl to act angry and serious, but really, they're just trying to hold in their giggles. Nemona struts up to them and poses. Mabosstiff trots at her side. “Ha ha!” Nemona laughs, “Gotcha evil doers!”

“Pfft!” Juliana and Arven can’t help but giggle at Nemona’s act, causing them to shift and break character.

“Psst! Guys!” Nemona breaks character and giggles as well, “You’re supposed to be frozen!” 

“Hehe! Right, right! Sorry!” Juliana says, then clears her throat. She composes herself to replay the role of the villain. “What will you do with us now, hero? We’ll just come back to try and steal the golden oran berry again!”

“Well, then I must do some convincing,” Nemona smiles, partially in character and partially as her usual cheerful self. “And since you two like laughing so much, I’ve got a perfect way to persuade you.” A smirk appears in Nemona’s eyes and she approaches the two closer. She walks behind them, placing herself in the middle. Then, she strikes!

“AH!” Arven and Juliana both yelp and burst into giggles at the same time when Nemona plunges her fingers into her friend’s bellies to tickle them. Her friends immediately lose the ‘evil’ mannerisms of their play characters.

“Nemonahahaha!” Arven wraps his arms around himself and tries to squirm away. 

“Nohohoho fair!” Juliana squeaks. 

Nemona stretches her arms to recapture them, trying to multitask to keep up the attack on both of her friends, but she is going to need some assistance from her sidekick.

“Mabosstiff!” she shouts with a smile in her voice, “Tackle them! They’re both trying to escape!” 

“Buwoof!” Mabosstiff barks and charges into the fray. Nemona quickly side-steps out of the way and the big dog pounces on the trainers, tackling them to the ground. His paws pin them to the grass and Mabosstiff instantly cuddles with his shaggy fur into their necks to deliver his own tickle attack.

“Eek! Mabosstiff!” Juliana giggles and turns her head to the side. Mabosstiff switches to Arven.

“Aha! Buhuhuhd!” Arven giggles as he tries to push the big dog off of him, trapped underneath the weight of the playful canine.

“Nice going, Mabosstiff!” Nemona runs to the front and perches herself behind the canine. She pats Mabosstiff’s back so their tag team can switch members. Mabosstiff hops off the trainers and stands between them, wagging his tail to show how proud he is, while Nemona scribbles into her friend’s bellies at the same time with one hand each. 

Her two friends shriek with loud giggles, squirming side to side and attempting to curl themselves into a ball. Like a herding dog, Mabosstiff runs around and to the sides of Juliana and Arven, making sure they can’t roll around to escape. If they do, he quickly cuddles his nose into their necks, making the two trainers squeak with more giggles.

“Ha ha! We got them cornered!” Nemona returns to her super hero act. “Now, do you surrender, villains?” Nemona smirks and vibrates her fingers faster across her friends' tummies.

“Wehehehe surrehehehender!” Juliana and Arven exclaim through their laughter.

Nemona smiles, then lifts her fingers away. She leaves her winded friends on the grass as she walks over to the table.

Juliana and Arven sit themselves up, still clutching their bellies. They twist themselves on the ground to see Nemona grab the ‘golden oran berry,’ toss it once in the air, then catch it in victory.

Nemona smiles at them, “Looks like it’s a successful win for the heroic Nemona.”

“Buwoof!” Mabosstiff barks.

“Ah, yes!” Nemona kneels down. The canine pokemon trots over to her so she can pat his head. “And can’t forget about the Amazing Mabosstiff too.” The canine happily woofs and shakes his tail.

Juliana and Arven chuckle at their pals. The villains may have been defeated, but the game wasn’t a total loss; both sides won in the end.

[shoto-lee]

Tickletober Day 6 - Gang Tickles

lee!mammon ler(s)!lucifer, asmodeus, & beelzebub

Summary: After it's discovered that Mammon has stolen all three of the boys' credit cards, they decide to give him some payback.

A/N: hope i wrote all the characters right, i haven't played obey me in a while so - anyway, had a lot of fun writing this!

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"Are you serious, Beel? That's where my credit card went?!" Asmo gasped. He should've known...

Lucifer examined Mammon's nightstand, feeling a surge of rage when he saw a small compartment underneath the top, with three credit cards belonging to Asmo, Beel, and himself. Alongside it were a few dirty wrappers. Yuck...

"Our cards have been gone for weeks... Can't believe we didn't immediately think of Mammon." Beel sighed, rubbing his grumbling belly. Since he had no credit card to buy food, he'd been eating less than usual. Maybe that was a good thing. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do with this~" He snatched his card and began to head out of the room, but was interrupted by an angry Lucifer.

"Are we really going to allow him to get away with this? I can't count on one hand how many times he's stolen from me. I've recently tried to be lenient and give him the benefit of the doubt."

Asmo hummed, taking a seat on the bed. He scratched his head and assumed that Lucifer wanted to punish the thief he called a brother. "I've got no idea how, but we have to get him to stop this. Right?"

Beel nodded. "Yes, we do... But can it wait a few hours? I heard of a new buffet opening-"

"No." Lucifer interrupted, leaving a frown on Beel's face. "We're going to do this now. The idiot is asleep on the couch at the moment, this is the perfect time."

"What are we going to do? Put makeup on his face? Ooh, that sounds fun!~" Asmo cheered. Beel and Lucifer gave him an unapproving look.

Lucifer began to grin. "I have the perfect idea. Tickling. Works like a charm every. Single. Time. Poor Mammon has so many sweet spots."

"Huh? We're gonna gang up on him? That's unfair!" Asmo chuckled. "I'm only joking!"

~

The three brothers stood over Mammon's sleepy body. He looked ridiculous. He was holding a pillow with one arm, putting the other one under his head. His legs were tangled in a blanket and he had a bit of drool coming from his mouth. It was like he was a bear during hibernation...

Asmo gently tugged the pillow out of his grip, causing his arm to fall down. He made a loud snore, which made Asmo jump. He thought he'd woken him up.

Lucifer took the liberty of beginning this punishment. He crept his hand into Mammon's exposed armpit, gently skittering his fingertips against the ticklish skin.

Mammon snorted, quickly waking up and clamping his arm down. Lucifer grinned, watching as the boy gained consciousness, also realizing what was happening.

"Wuhuhat the hell is thihehes? Gehet the hehell away from me!" Mammon shouted as Asmo went behind the couch and leaned over. He let his arms sway down onto Mammon's bare belly, scratching his nails and poking his belly button.

Mammon tried to fight back, throwing his hands all over the place, but Beel had already helped with grabbing and holding his wrists. "FuhUHUHAhahack! AHAHsmoHOHO, I SWehehAHAehear!"

"What about me? Asmo isn't even at your worst spot." Lucifer teased, jamming two fingers under both of his arms, making Mammon squeal and lay his head back in ticklish agony.

"TohOHOHOO MUHUHUHuhahuch! IHITS TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!" He managed to shout. Half of the words he said were covered up by a squeals and laughter.

"Too much? You know what's too much, Mammon? The money you've spent on each of our cards." Lucifer growled, dragging his fingers down to Mammon's sides, kneading and prodding into both the spots.

Mammon kicked his feet freely, but that didn't seem to help him escape. He would need some free hands, which he didn't have - thanks to Beelzebub.

Asmo giggled watching as Mammon's face turned pinker and pinker every second he was being tickled. He sorta felt bad for him, though. He swore he had seen a tear fall from his face because of how ticklish he was.

"Alright, I think he's learned his lesson." He said, patting his belly gently. As a final tease, he pinched Mammon's waist, making his hips jolt.

"Think so?" Lucifer asked, taking his hands off his sides.

Beel let his wrists go and chuckled. Poor Mammon couldn't be bothered to move... He had to catch his breath first.

"You guhuys suh-huha suhuck!"

"No, you suck. This should be enough punishment to get it through your head. Stop. Taking. People's. Cards!" Lucifer sternly muttered.

Mammon nodded, holding his belly. "Ohokay! I wohon't! I prohohahomise..."

"We are not even tickling you... Quit laughing!" Asmo said, confused.

Mammon could still feel hands tickling his body, almost as if a ghost was still poking his sides and clawing at his underarms. Poor guy...

The three brothers soon decided that gang tickling wasn't enough.

Lucifer made his way back to Mammon's room and grabbed Mammon's card without any remorse.

"Beel. Where was that new buffet you were telling us about? I'm feeling a bit hungry... and expensive too."