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Morgan’s Revenge - a Criminal Minds Tickle fanfic

Spencer Reid was in big trouble. He had just waged a prank war on Morgan. And Morgan wanted revenge more than anything. ���We interrupt your regularly scheduled musical selection with an important announcement: never wage a practical joke war against an MIT graduate, because we have a history of going nuclear. Now just sit back, relax, and enjoy the dulcet sounds of me, screaming in your ear." That’s what Reid, that little smartass, had said to him before he’d screamed in his ear. And Morgan was not having it. He needed revenge. “Hey, Morgan,” Reid said, walking past him. Morgan grinned and nodded, as a greeting of sorts, before going to Garcia to plan his revenge. The next morning, Reid was clearly exhausted. But he was in a good mood, contributing to all the conversations with statistics and facts as he did his paperwork. “Reid,” Garcia said, getting him to look up from his papers. “Can I talk to you for a minute, please?” Reid shrugged. “Sure, what’s up?” “Um... in private,” Garcia specified. “Come on.” And with that, the two of them walked into Garcia’s office. Morgan grinned, knowing his plan would work perfectly. “What’s up with them?” Emily asked. Morgan quickly shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. The usual?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Emily questioned further. “I don’t know,” Morgan said. “I’ll be back in a few.” “Where are you going?” JJ asked. “The bathroom,” Morgan replied before walking off towards the bathroom and Garcia’s office. He could see through the window that Garcia was talking to Reid and saying something very serious. Reid looked slightly worried, and Morgan felt slightly guilty. He shook it off and smirked. This would be great. He opened the office door and strutted in, making a grand entrance as usual. “Oh, hey, babygirl,” Morgan said with a grin. “Am I interrupting something?” “Oh, not at all. Reid and I were just finishing,” Garcia said with a grin. Morgan fiddled with the handcuffs in his pocket and nodded. “Well, Garcia, we should continue this conversation la- HEY!” Reid yelled out as Morgan handcuffed his hands behind his back and held them in place. The young genius struggled to escape, but he couldn’t. “Hey! What are you doing?” Reid shouted, trying to get out, but failing. Morgan was MUCH stronger than he was. Reid sighed and groaned. “I seem to remember...” Morgan started. “Morgan, no.” “... that a certain so-called genius...” “I never called myself a genius.” “... decided to wage a prank war on me.” “That was on you, Morgan!” Reid exclaimed. “Okay, you know what? You got me. Prank’s over. I have to get back to work. If Hotch catches me goofing off again... I- AH!” Reid jerked back as Morgan poked him in the side. Morgan smirked as his reaction knowingly. “So, tell me, Spencer Reid. How would you like to experience the feelings of knismesis?” Morgan asked. “NO!” Reid yelled, knowing full well what those words meant. He bolted for the door, but was blocked by Garcia. She grinned. “Sorry, Spence,” she apologized half-heartedly. “I support Morgan in everything.” “You traitor!” Reid shouted, giggling as he felt wiggling hands on his sides. “Aghhh... Morgan, stahahahap! Plehehease!” “Oh, okay,” Morgan said, stopping the tickling. “Prank’s over. Just wanted to scare you... and find out if you were ticklish.” “I’m not,” Reid claimed immediately. “Sure,” Morgan replied with a smirk. “Don’t lie to me.” “I... I’m not! I... I wouldn’t lie... n-not to you,” Reid stuttered. “Aw, isn’t he adorable?” Morgan teased, poking him in the side again. “Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll let you out this time, Spence.” This caused Reid to stop struggling for a split second. Morgan smirked evilly and suddenly dug his fingers into Reid’s rib cage. Reid SCREAMED before bursting into laughter. “MOHOHOHOHORGAHAHAHAHAHAN!” Reid screeched while laughing. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T...” he gasped and laughed even more, encouraging Morgan. “Aw, he’s so cute and ticklish!” Morgan teased. “Gargalesis,” Garcia said. “His ribs are especially ticklish, aren’t they?” “Yes, but I wonder where else he’s ticklish,” Morgan responded. “Maybe... his stomach?” “NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Reid yelled, jerking around in the handcuffs, desperately trying to stop the sensations. His stomach was pretty damn ticklish, and it was torture. “His underarms, possibly?” Morgan asked as he pried his fingers under Reid’s arms and tickled as much as he could. Reid fell back into a desk chair and kept laughing, starting to become even more tired than before. “What in the world is going on here?” Garcia sprinted away from the door. Morgan quickly un-handcuffed Reid, But unfortunately, Hotch had seen it all. “Garcia, I thought you were calling Reid into your office for a good reason,” Hotch said questioningly. “I had nothing to do with this... sir,” Garcia claimed. Hotch shrugged. “Okay. Reid? What’s going on with you and Morgan?” Morgan gave Reid the look that said, “if you tell him, it’ll be ten times worse next time.” “Um...” Reid tried to come up with an excuse. “I was... um...” “Never mind, just get back to work,” Hotch said. “Oh, and Morgan? Don’t kill him.” “Yes, sir,” Morgan agreed before returning to his desk for work.

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Just Don’t - a Supernatural tickle fanfic

“D-Dean!” Sam yelled as his brother threw him onto the bed. “What are you doing?!?” Dean grinned like the smartass that he was. “What am I doing? Oh, I have no idea. I don’t know what I’m doing. That’s what you said to me, Sammy.” “W-wait, when did I...” “But that’s beside the point,” Dean continued. “The point is, you’ve been acting like a moody bitch lately, and I need to change that attitude.” “Fine, whatever, I’ll be happier,” Sam said, struggling to get free from Dean’s grasp. “Can you let me go?” Dean smirked. “Not a chance.” He quickly scratched at Sam’s stomach. Sam yelped in surprise and jerked away from his hands. “Cahahan you not?” Sam exclaimed, trying to control his laughter. “Just don’t.” “Why? Are you ticklish?” Dean asked, knowing exactly what the answer was. “N-no! That’s crazy. That’s childish!” Sam stuttered, squirming even more. “Just don’t!” “Oh, well, if you’re not ticklish, then you shouldn’t freak out when I do this,” Dean replied, casually kneading Sam’s sides. Sam shrieked and threw his head back on the bed. He kicked out and arched his back, but he couldn’t escape the maddening sensations, or his laughter. He tried to pry Dean’s hands off of him without any luck. “DEHEHEHEHAN!” Sam shouted with laughter. “What’s up, Sammy?” Dean teased. “Tell me what you want. Use words. English.” “PLEHEHEHEASE!” Sam screamed as Dean dug his fingers under his little brother’s arms. Sam almost immediately went into silent laughter. Dean chuckled and started to spider his fingers over Sam’s ribs, making him gasp and try to roll over. “I CAHAHAHAN’T...” Sam couldn’t even speak properly. Each little poke was like an electric shock, and it tickled like hell. Hell or Heaven... one of the two. “You can’t what, Sam? You can’t breathe?” Dean teased again. “You can definitely breathe, because I can hear the sound of your laughter. What can’t you do?” Dean smirked, knowing this next bit would get Sam for sure. He stopped the tickling. “You can’t tell me to stop?” Sam panted and giggled, trying to push Dean’s hands away as they crawled back onto his stomach. Dean was right, and Sam knew it. “You really like this, don’t you, Sammy?” Dean was enjoying this, too. Hunters hardly ever got to laugh this much. Hunting had put pressure on both of them, and it was nice for the Winchesters to get some off-time. “I bet you like the teasing, too,” Dean said with a sly grin. He dug into Sam’s sensitive stomach, making him jerk around to escape the sensations. Sam laughed loudly and squirmed. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” Sam shouted in response. “No? You don’t like the teasing?” Dean grinned. “Okay, fine. No more teasing. Just harsher tickling.” Sam shrieked as Dean squeezed his kneecaps. The younger Winchester thrashed around and tried to kick his legs out, but Dean held on tightly. Sam was laughing and jerking around, but he loved the whole experience. He couldn’t deny it. “Oh, Sammy,” Dean sighed as he stopped tickling him. “How come you didn’t tell me you loved being tickled earlier?” “I-I... um... I don’t,” Sam said simply. “Come on, let’s go get some pie.” Hearing the word “pie” made Dean jump up. “Fine. But we’re continuing this conversation later. Cause you’re lying. You love it.” Sam just shook his head and tossed Dean his car keys. “Come on, hurry up!” Dean chuckled, and Sam couldn’t keep the blush off of his face. They both knew why. And Sam was sure Dean would tickle him again. At least, he hoped so.

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The Tickle Monster - Supernatural

“Hey, Dean, I think I found us a case,” Sam said. He threw a newspaper down on the table and pointed to the headline. “Fredericksburg, Texas. Woman was killed, but nobody knows how.” “Probably just another accident,” Dean replied, completely uninterested. Sam sighed. “That’s not all. Three more dead in the past week. All of them were found dead... smiling.” Dean looked up from his laptop. “Huh. That’s weird.” “Yeah, and nobody knows what killed them. I say we drive there.” Dean nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever.” “You okay, man?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s go check it out.” AT FREDERICKSBURG “I... I don’t know why I have to answer these questions,” she said, nearly in tears. “I already talked to the police.” “It’s, uh, a private investigation,” Dean responded. “Mrs. Wellington, did you notice anything odd or out of place the night your sister was killed?” Sam asked. Alyssa Wellington shook her head. “No. She was normal. Everything was normal.” “When did you last see her?” “She got home from work at 6 PM,” Alyssa, who couldn’t have been more than 25 years old, replied. “We had dinner.” “What did you eat?” Dean asked. “Why does that matter?” “We just want to know all the details,” Dean said. “We had chicken noodle soup,” Alyssa replied. “After dinner, she said she was going out with Larry for ice cream.” “Who’s Larry?” Sam questioned. “Her boyfriend,” Alyssa told them. “That was the last time I saw her.” “Did Larry and Rachel have a happy relationship?” Dean knew this was a personal question, but he also knew it could be a lead. “Yes, they loved each other,” Alyssa responded. “Rachel would always come home from her dates all happy and excited... to be honest, I’d never seen her so happy.” The young woman wiped a tear from her face. “You are her older sister, correct?” Sam asked. Alyssa nodded. “And... and we loved each other, too. More than anything.” “Did Rachel have any enemies?” Dean questioned. Alyssa’s face hardened. “No. Nobody I know would do this to her.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Sam said. Him and Dean walked out of her house calmly. “So what are you thinking?” Dean asked once they had walked for a little while. “I don’t know. I mean, smiling victims? And Alyssa said everything was normal.” “You think it was the boyfriend?” Dean wondered aloud. Sam shook his head. “No. I have a feeling it’s something I’ve never seen before.” “Hello, boys,” a voice said. Dean and Sam spun around to face a young girl. She looked about sixteen years old. Her hair was short and straightened. She was carrying a black purse. “Uh... hi,” Sam replied. “Can I help you?” “I think so,” the girl said. “You’re the Winchesters, right?” Dean and Sam looked at each other for a minute, then looked back at the girl. “And who might you be?” Dean asked. “What, you don’t recognize me?” She sighed. “Of course you don’t. That stupid demon never told you anything.” Sam exchanged a look with Dean. “What are you talking about? What do you know?” “I know what you’re hunting. And I can help you,” the girl said. “What’s your name?” Dean asked after a moment’s pause. “Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” she said. Sam nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, you mentioned a demon...” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I’m nothing like him.” “Nothing like who?” Dean wanted to know. “I’m forbidden from saying his name. He is my father, and he punished me one time with a curse. I cannot say his name,” Kennedy said. “But I can give you a hint.” She turned to Sam. “Moose.” Turning to Dean, she said, “squirrel.” Sam and Dean stared at each other with wide eyes. Kennedy sighed and looked down. “Look, I told you I’m nothing like him,” she repeated. “I just need you to trust me. I can help you.” “Oh, can you, now?” Dean asked threateningly. “You tell you father to burn in Hell.” “Dean,” Sam warned. “I hate him as much as you do,” Kennedy explained. “As I got older, I wondered what he did all day and why he was never home with me. When I was about... eleven or twelve, I found out what my dad was doing as a job. I disapproved. He killed a lot of people... especially hunters. I need to avenge their deaths.” For once, Dean had nothing to say. Sam looked into the teenager’s eyes. “Alright. You can help us,” Sam said. “What are we hunting?” Kennedy sighed. “You won’t like it. How about we go back to your motel first? We can talk there.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed. “This is Crowley’s secret daughter!” “Dude. Trust me on this one,” Sam told him before getting in the front of the Impala. Kennedy sat in the back. Dean rolled his eyes before getting in the car and driving, blasting the radio as always. AT THE MOTEL “So what is it?” Sam wanted to know. He sat down on the bed next to Kennedy. Dean sat across from them both. “Which one of you is older?” Kennedy asked. Sam pointed at Dean. Dean smirked and nodded. “Means I can kick his ass.” “Well, you’re screwed, Sammy,” Kennedy told him. Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “It goes after the youngest sibling first,” Kennedy said. “Then, if it needs more, which is unlikely, it’ll go for the older sibling. If there’s an only child, it leaves it alone. It feeds off of laughter.” “What is this thing?” Dean asked. “A tickle monster,” Kennedy replied calmly. Dean chuckled. “Yeah, right. Come on, Sam, let’s get her out of here.” Sam looked at Dean expectantly. “Dude, all the victims were smiling.” “The tickle monster isn’t real,” Dean claimed. “I’m the only one you’ll ever know, Sammy.” He smirked and winked at Sam, who groaned as he looked back at Kennedy. “You don’t have to believe me,” Kennedy said to Dean. “But your little brother here is probably next on the list, so I would either gank this thing or get the hell out of Fredericksburg.” “How do we gank it?” Sam asked. “Silver hurts it. Fire kills it,” Kennedy responded. “How do you know all this?” Dean questioned. “Cause I’ve come in contact with one myself. Unfortunately, I’m also the younger sibling,” Kennedy admitted. “Rachel was the youngest,” Sam said. “How do we kill this thing before it hurts anyone else?” “Easy,” Kennedy replied with a grin. “Bait.” THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS “You guys know the plan?” Kennedy asked. Dean nodded. “I’m ready if you are.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you be the bait?” “Aw, is wittle Sammy afwaid of a few wittle tickles?” Dean teased. “Must be nice, being the oldest,” Kennedy sighed. “Sam, it’s time.” “See you on the other side,” Sam said before walking into the woods and disappearing from our sights. About a minute of silence later, Dean started walking in the general direction that Sam was going in. “Hey! What are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan!” Kennedy whisper-yelled. “Sam needs us. I feel it,” Dean replied. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw next. Sam Winchester was tied with vines to a giant oak tree as a terrifying tickle monster dug into his underarms. Sam let out a loud screech before bursting into unmanly laughter. He yelled through his laughter to them. Kennedy giggled and watched as Sam kept laughing. Suddenly, the tickle monster changed tactics and launched a full-on tickle attack on Sam’s knees. This being his worst spot by far, the youngest Winchester literally screamed before guffawing in laughter. Sam’s entire body jerked around, desperately trying to escape the sensations that felt like tickly electric shocks to him. Sam knew he couldn’t take it much longer. After about thirty seconds, his body went limp and he went into silent laughter. It was then that Dean whacked the tickle monster with a silver pole. The monster yelled out in pain before sprinting towards Dean, leaving Sam tied up and helpless. Dean shouted out in surprise as the scary tickle monster quickly tied him up. He didn’t waste a second and attacked Dean’s ribs, making him squeal like a girl and hold his breath to hold back his laughter. The Winchesters had always been extremely ticklish. They got that from Mary. This trait didn’t benefit Dean, who nearly broke when the tickle monster found that one spot on his upper ribs right below his armpits. Dean barely managed to keep his laughter inside when the monster dragged his claws over his ribs, focusing on that one spot. That is, he controlled it until the monster dug into his ribs with a newfound strength. Dean screamed in surprise and sensitivity as the tickle monster zapped that spot on his upper ribs. He hadn’t been tickled in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it’d felt like, and he was not at all used to it. No, this felt like electric shocks that made Dean jerk to the left when his right rib was squeezed, and jerk to the right when his left rib was squeezed, and the torturous cycle just kept repeating itself. “SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean screamed. “Kennedy!” Sam yelled, struggling to get free from the vines. Kennedy didn’t respond; she was busy rolling around the floor laughing. “Just wait... till I tell my father... about this...” Kennedy wheezed, slapping her knee as she burst into laughter. “You bitch,” Sam muttered. Kennedy smirked as she stood up. “I knew you boys had a weakness besides family. So did Crowley. He just didn’t know what. But I’ve finally figured it out.” “Please,” Sam begged, turning his head towards Dean, who was in hysterics. “You have to help him. Crowley doesn’t want us dead.” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright. Shurale, leave him.” The tickle monster suddenly stopped tickling Dean and walked towards Kennedy. The little girl wasn’t the least bit intimidated. “You control that thing?” Sam gasped. This was the last thing he’d expected, even if the girl had been Crowley’s daughter. Dean was just as shocked, but he was still recovering from the tickling. “Of course I do, Sammy,” Kennedy said with a grin. “How else would I know exactly where he would be? Oh, and iron doesn’t hurt him any more than it hurts us. Of course, whacking anyone with silver will be quite painful, and he’s easily angered.” Kennedy gently stroked the creature’s skin. “Okay, well, can you at least untie us?” Sam asked. “Please?” “Aw, he begs!” Kennedy chuckled. “What do you think, Shurale?” All of a sudden, the tickle monster let out a loud shriek and sprinted straight towards Sam. Sam yelled out in surprise as the tickle monster started tickling his stomach. He instantly started laughing, not able to hold it back. “Hey, hey, Kennedy...” Dean panted. “I know there was some truth to what you said earlier. About disapproving what your dad was doing.” Kennedy was silent as she stared at the ground. Sam, on the other hand, suddenly screamed as the tickle monster went for the kill, digging into his stomach with no mercy. Sam desperately tried to escape. “Crowley’s not a good person. The things he does aren’t right. And you don’t have to be like him. You should make your own decisions,” Dean continued, trying to ignore his brother’s shrieks. Kennedy glared at him. “Shurale, GET HIM!” As the tickle monster ran towards Dean, he jerked around in his bonds. “No, no, no. Kennedy, we can talk about this.” “Already talked.” The tickle monster dug its fingers into Dean’s overly sensitive hips, making him yelp and go completely limp. “H-hey...” Sam managed to say through his rapid breaths. “You don’t have to follow Crowley’s orders.” “Shut up, Winchester!” Kennedy shouted before hurrying over to Dean, who was nearly dying of laughter. “Shurale. Armpits. Now.” Dean gasped as the tickle monster attacked his armpits. He was still laughing, but now he actually made some noise, proving that he could breathe. Kennedy leaned towards Dean’s ear and whispered quietly. Sam struggled to escape as he saw Kennedy squeezing the older Winchester’s hips, making him squeal and kick his legs out like a little kid. To Dean, it felt like a series of electric jolts. And he was completely helpless to the feeling. There was nothing he could do except listen to Kennedy’s words in his ear. He could barely focus on them because of her devilish hands tickling his hips in the most ticklish way possible. Dean has been shaking his head, trying to escape the sensations, but by the time Kennedy had leaned away from his ear, Dean was rapidly nodding. Kennedy grabbed one of the vines and pulled it ever so slightly. Sam was relieved when Dean managed to get one of his hands free and punched Kennedy in the face. It was a little messed up, considering she was a child, but Sam couldn’t care less at this point. Dean yanked at the vines, still laughing from the tickle monster. All of a sudden, the Shurale reared up with a howl and ran towards Sam. He started attacking Sam’s feet, making him yell and squirm. Sam’s entire body shook, even though the Shurale’s fingers only ran lightly over Sam’s feet. He couldn’t stand it and threw his head back in laughter. In the next five seconds, Dean got free from the vines and sprinted towards Sam. He grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed the Shurale in the back. “Backstabber,” Sam muttered, still panting as the tickle monster faded into the abyss. Gone. Dead. Dean chuckled. “Bitch.” “Jerk.” Sam jumped down from the tree. “Where’s Kennedy?” “Gone,” Dean responded. “What? How... she couldn’t have gone far. We have to go after her!” Sam exclaimed. Dean shook his head. “No. Dude, that thing was going to kill me. She saved my life.” “Oh, really?” Sam said, cocking his head to the side. “When was that? While she was tickling the crap out of you? While she was tickling the crap out of me? When?” “Sam, just listen, alright?” Dean started. “You know my hips are my worst spot. That thing would have killed me. She made it switch to my underarms, which aren’t nearly as bad.” “I beg to differ,” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes. “She told me I was right. She hates Crowley’s guts. She doesn’t want to be like him. But Sam, he’s threatened her. He’ll kill her if she defies him.” “Seriously?” Sam gasped. “How do you know she’s not lying?” “I don’t,” Dean said. “But it’s messed up. She’s sixteen. She’s being threatened by her father, who is the King of Hell.” “Crowley’s dead,” Sam argued. “No, he faked his death again,” Dean told him. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” “We have to help her.” Sam laughed. “After what she did to us? Hell no.” “Fine. I’ll help her myself. You’re just too damn ticklish,” Dean said with a chuckle. Sam shook his head. “You’re one to talk. Within thirty seconds of your hips being poked, you were done for.” “Same with you and your knees. Be glad I saved your ass,” Dean replied. “Bitch.” “Jerk.”

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Ticklish Little Liars - a Pretty Little Liars Tickle Fanfic

Ticklish Little Liars All the girls are 11 or 12 years old Enjoy! It had all started with a pedicure. Alison had been painting Emily’s toes when the younger one started squeaking and giggling. “What is it, Em?” Alison asked, smirking as she started to tickle the bottom of Emily’s feet. Emily squealed and scurried away. Alison smiled. She was adorable. “What’s going on?” Spencer wanted to know as she lifted her head off her pillow. “Oh, nothing. Just found out that our little Emily here is extremely ticklish,” Alison teased as she started tickling up and down the girl’s sides, making her giggle and push her hands away. “I bet you’re ticklish too, Ali,” Hanna said with a smirk. Alison rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not.” She flipped Emily over and got on top of her, effectively pinning her down. “The tickle monster’s coming!” Alison teased as she began to tickle Emily’s sensitive armpits. Emily gasped and laughed even harder than before. “Nohohohohohoho Alihihihihi!” Emily squirmed, trying to get away. Unsuccessfully, of course. “We’ll save you, Em!” Spencer shouted before pouncing on Alison, pinning her down. “No! What are you... get off!” Alison pushed at Spencer’s chest, but the older girl was much stronger. “Hey, Em, hold her arms up for me,” Spencer said with a mischievous smile. Emily grinned back and grabbed Ali’s arms, preventing her from escaping. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not get involved in this,” Aria said with a small chuckle. Hanna nodded, not averting her eyes from the scene. “Where should I tickle her?” Spencer asked, making Ali smile slightly and squirm even more. “I bet she’s ticklish under her arms,” Emily suggested. Spencer nodded and tickled Ali’s armpits, making her bite her lip, refusing to laugh. “I’m nahat ticklish!” Ali claimed, a small giggle escaping her mouth. Aria laughed quietly, but apparently not quietly enough. Alison smirked. “Aria, if you get me out of this, I won’t tickle you next,” Alison offered. Aria contemplated this for a moment, but her thoughts were interrupted when Alison burst into uncontrollable laughter. “GOHOHOHOD.... NOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Alison yelled, nearly punching Spencer in the face. Spencer quickly moved away from Alison, knowing the younger girl hated it as soon as she’d done it. “I’m sorry, Ali,” Emily said quietly. “Yeah... I... I didn’t mean to...” Spencer trailed off. “You’re SO DEAD!” Ali shouted, ruthlessly attacking Spencer’s sensitive belly. Spencer gasped before laughing while covering her mouth with her hands. “Aw, she’s adorable!” Ali teased. “Isn’t she just the cutest little thing?” “Hahahahahahaha..... Alihihihihihi...” Spencer could barely think anymore. Her smart brain was immobilized. “You saved me, I save you!” Emily announced before squeezing Ali’s sides repeatedly. Alison jerked back, squirming and giggling. She managed to get ahold of Emily’s feet, starting a full-on tickle war between them. “Hey, why didn’t you two do anything?” Spencer asked jokingly. “I... I didn’t want to get involved... I’m way too ticklish,” Hanna admitted. Aria looked at her expectantly. She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oops.” The next minute, Hanna was a laughing mess on the floor, thanks to Spencer. She had her hands all over Hanna’s torso, making Hanna shout within laughter. “SPEHEHEHEHEHENCEHEHEHEHER!” Hanna yelled while laughing. Meanwhile, Emily and Ali were having the time of their lives. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEASE!” “YOUHUHUHUHU STOHOHOHOP!” And Aria was standing in the middle. In the midst of their tickle fight that was about even, Emily and Alison bumped into Aria’s leg. “Sorry, Aria,” Emily said before bursting into laughter. “Aria! You bumped into us!” Ali shouted, making it obvious she wasn’t actually mad. Aria giggled, knowing what was coming. All of a sudden, Alison and Emily has pounced on her. Emily was spidering her hands over her sides while Alison was tickling her feet with no mercy. Aria was consumed in laughter. “GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” she begged, still laughing. In the meantime, Hanna was getting absolutely destroyed by Spencer. “SPEHEHEHEHEHENCEHEHEHER! I cahahahan’t mohohohOHOHOHOVE!” “Kind of the point,” Spencer said before tickling Hanna’s neck, making her scrunch her shoulders up to protect it. It was absolutely adorable. Spencer knew it wouldn’t last for long, so she quickly tried out a new spot by digging into Hanna’s hips, making her legitimately scream with laughter. As soon as the sound left her mouth, everyone stopped what they were doing. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Melissa asked, opening the door. “I heard a scream.” “Tickle fight,” Aria muttered quietly, still out of breath. Melissa’s face softened and she let out a chuckle. “Well, I hope Spencer’s winning. Just a hint: her worst spot is her ribs. She can’t stand it there.” “And Hanna’s worst spot is her hips. That’s what made her scream,” Spencer said with a smirk. “Emily’s worst spot is her feet,” Alison said with a grin. “And Aria’s is her sides,” Emily told them. “Alison’s worst spot is her armpits.” It was Aria who’d said it. Alison glared at her, and for a moment, Aria was worried. But then she realized that Ali wasn’t actually mad when Ali went for her sides. Aria squealed and burst into laughter. She managed to grab Emily’s feet and tickle them. Emily gasped at the betrayal, but since Aria was already getting destroyed, Emily grabbed Hanna and pulled her closer. Hanna smiled before screeching as her hips were tweaked. Hanna could barely conceive a thought in her head except that she’d never really seen Spencer let go and laugh really hard. Therefore, Hanna concluded, she must tickle Spencer’s ribs. Spencer suddenly started tickling Ali’s armpits, making the beautiful blonde girl shriek and clamp her arms down. She nearly let go of Aria’s sides. Nearly. Hanna snuck up behind Spencer and started tickling her ribs. Spencer jerked back and forth, trying to escape the sensations. She could barely stand it! Those fingers were maddening! This started a huge tickle war that went on for about two hours. Needless to say, everyone fell asleep early that night.

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Supernatural - Live Your Life (tickle fanfic)

Takes place in season 14 episode 7. “This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be!” Jack said with a laugh. Dean smiled. “Wait, does that mean you thought it would be boring?” Jack smirked. “Yeah, I was thinking maybe I should spend the last part of my life with Sam. He’s more exciting than you are.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “And much more handsome.” Dean growled. “You want to live your life? Can’t go without this experience.” And with that, Dean pounced on the kid and started spidering his hands over his stomach. Jack instantly burst into adorable giggles, trying to push Dean’s hands off him. “Whahahahahat is thihihihis?” Jack was confused but having a great time. It was a sensation unlike any he’d ever experienced before. Dean was chuckling as he continued to tickle Jack’s stomach and sides. “It’s called tickling, and it’s what will happen to you if you insult me again!” “I’m sohohohohory!” Jack squirmed and squealed as Dean’s fingers hit a sensitive spot on his ribs. Jack thrashed around, trying to escape, but secretly loving the feeling. Was that normal? “Oh, looks like somebody’s got ticklish ribs,” Dean teased. “Maybe I should count them to make sure you have enough.” “Wait, whahahAHAHAHAHAHT?!?” Jack yelled out when Dean’s fingers dig into his ribs. It was no longer just light, spidery tickles. This was totally different. It was like electric jolts, but they didn’t cause pain. It was weird, and EXTREMELY ticklish! “One... two... three... fo- Jack, stop moving! You made me lose count! I have to start over!” Dean sighed in mock disappointment before starting the process all over again, sending Jack into hysterics. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Jack squealed. He couldn’t stop laughing, and oh my god, Dean wasn’t stopping! The kid tried to push Dean’s hands off. He could barely stand the sensations. It was on the edge of torture and pleasure. He loved it, but wanted it to end soon. “Oh, alright, you big baby,” Dean said, removing his hands from Jack’s body. “You’re so ticklish. Meaning you’re sensitive to these sensations.” “Anyone would be,” Jack replied. “Right?” “Not me,” Dean announced proudly. Jack smirked. “Oh, really?” The curious kid reached out his hands to squeeze Dean’s sides. Dean yelped and slapped Jack’s hands away. Knowing he was screwed, the Nephilum giggled in anticipation as Dean straddled him, pinning him to the ground. “Deannnnnn,” Jack whined. “You’re heavy. Get off.” “You calling me fat, boy?” Dean asked, narrowing his eyes. Jack quickly shook his head. “What? N-no... I didn’t mean it... please...” “Oh, you’re SO DEAD!” Dean yelled before pulling Jack’s shirt up to expose his stomach. Jack squirmed even more, somehow knowing that the ticklishness he’d felt before would be amplified by about ten times. “I call this one the Raspberry Special,” Dean announced before pinning Jack’s arms by his sides, preventing him from moving. He leaned down. Jack wrinkled his forehead. “Wait, you had me try raspberries before. I don’t understand how...” Jack was cut off by his own scream as Dean let out all the air he’d contained right on Jack’s stomach. Jack was in heaven and hell. He loved the feeling, but it was unbearable! Dean’s lips blowing raspberry after raspberry, his lips and stubble vibrating around his stomach in the most ticklish way possible. The worst part was, Jack was completely pinned down by Dean, and he couldn’t do anything to prevent or lessen the sensations! It drove Jack insane. He couldn’t stop laughing for the life of him, with the exception of screaming every now and then. After about a full minute, Dean stopped and let the kid up. “Have you learned your lesson?” Jack tilted his head. “What lesson?” He was legitimately confused for a moment, but Dean cleared things up by spidering his hands over Jack’s sides. The kid was so ticklish that he jumped up and down, giggling adorably. Dean grinned. “Dehehehehehean!” Jack shouted, sensitive to even the lightest tickles. Dean’s smile grew wider. “Aw, so cute. A powerful Nephilum, son of the devil, can be reduced to a giggling mess just by a little bit of tickling!” The teasing words as well as the fingers at his sides only made Jack laugh harder. It was one of the weirdest feelings the boy had ever felt. “Are your hips ticklish?” Dean asked, not waiting for an answer. He squeezed the kid’s hips, making him gasp and burst into laughter. Jack nearly fell to the ground because it tickled so badly! Those electric jolts made the boy squeal and squirm and flail. It was honestly adorable to watch. “DEHEHEHEHEAN!” Jack screamed as Dean dug into his hips even more. And the dam broke. Jack fell to the ground, and Dean quickly stopped, afraid for the kid’s fate. “Jack? JACK?” Dean yelled, jumping to the ground. “Oh god... please wake up... please...” Dean sighed and hugged the unconscious kid to his chest, knowing how weak he was already. “I... I’m so sorry...” The next second, Dean was pinned to the ground by Jack, who had been pretending to be unconscious this entire time. “Hey! How did you...” “I think it’s your turn, Dean,” Jack said with a smirk before tickling all over the older man’s midsection, making him yell out and laugh. To be continued...

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YouTuber Tickle Headcanons

THIS IS ALL BASED ON ASSUMPTIONS AND I AM VERY AWARE THAT THIS INFORMATION IS PROBABLY FALSE! THIS IS ONLY FOR THE PURPOSE OF WRITING TICKLE FANFICS IN THE FUTURE! Markiplier - Obviously, Markiplier is the type of guy to hide that he’s ticklish from anyone and everyone. His worst spot is his armpits, as stated in pretty much every Septiplier tickle fanfic. He’s ticklish, but not extremely ticklish. You know, the average amount. Jacksepticeye - This freaking guy. He’s the most adorable little leprechaun. He is super ticklish! His worst spot is his right side, but his stomach and armpits are very ticklish as well. He’s much more ticklish than Mark. Ethan - Ethan is a lot like Jack. He’s way too ticklish for his own good. I imagine his worst spots are his ribs and feet. He’s absolutely adorable! Bob - Bob is pretty ticklish. More so than Mark, but less than Ethan and Jack. His worst spots are his stomach and feet. Wade - Wade isn’t that ticklish. He will laugh if you tickle him, but he’ll always get revenge that is ten times worse than whatever you did to him. His worst spot is his armpits, like Mark. Ssundee - I imagine Ian being about as ticklish as Mark. He will laugh that hearty laugh of his if he’s ticklish. His worst spots are his armpits and his feet. Crainer - Literally the most ticklish person you will ever meet. Even a small poke in the side will make him squeal and spaz out. He’s freaking adorable. A ten out of ten on the ticklishness scale, if you will. His worst spots are everywhere, the poor guy, but his worst spot is his ribs. Thea - I think Thea’s pretty ticklish, especially on her sides, but she’ll try to hide it for as long as she can. Usually not for very long. I think she’s about as ticklish as Bob. Her worst spots are her sides and feet. Ambrew - Andrew (Yes, his name is Andrew) is about as ticklish as Thea, but he’s able to hide it better. However, once he starts laughing, he can’t stop. I think he’s most ticklish on his knees and neck. Odd spots, but bad spots all the same. Captainsparklez - Jordan isn’t that ticklish. However, his armpits are his worst spot. He will definitely get revenge if you tickle him. He’s sort of like Wade, but a little more ticklish. ParkerGames - Parker is super ticklish, but nobody ever finds out because every time they mention tickling, he tickles them first. But if you do tickle him, he’ll laugh and probably flail around and stuff. His worst spots are his ribs and stomach. PrestonPlayz - Preston is really ticklish, especially on his hips. The Pack members often take advantage of this when they want something or when they’re bored. Definitely one of the most ticklish ones in the Pack. He actually doesn’t mind being tickled, though. MrWoofless - Rob is kind of ticklish, but mostly only under his arms. Surprisingly, he’s also ticklish on his knees, but nobody knows this except Preston, who sometimes threatens to tell the rest of the Pack, making Rob do whatever Preston wants at that moment. Lachlan - Oh my god. Lachlan is almost as ticklish as Crainer, which is...... a LOT. He’s ticklish everywhere except his feet, which is really weird, but it’s the way his body works. His worst spot would be his stomach. Vikkstar123 - Vikram is ticklish under his arms and on his feet, but anywhere in between isn’t that ticklish. His ribs, maybe, but nowhere else. He’s about as ticklish as Rob. BajanCanadian - Mitch is very ticklish, but not as much as Lachlan or Preston. He will scream if you tickle his feet because there are just so many nerves there, the poor guy. Everywhere else is just an average amount of ticklish. JeromeASF - Jerome is ticklish on his neck, which makes neck kissing very difficult, because he’ll squirm and giggle like a child. It’s adorable. He’s also ticklish on his sides, but not in many other places. Tickling him will definitely result in you getting tickled. Dan Howell - Dan is super ticklish on his neck, which is DEFINITELY his worst spot, and he’s WAY more ticklish than Phil. His ribs are super ticklish as well, and his stomach, and his feet. He’s adorable when tickled. He flails around and gets all flustered. It’s freaking cute! Phil Lester - Phil is adorable when he’s tickled, and his worst spot is his feet for sure. Anywhere else might just get a giggle. Besides his feet, his stomach is pretty bad. He’s not as ticklish as Dan, though. Roomieofficial - Roomie is EXTREMELY ticklish, especially on his sides and under his arms. He laughs really hard when he’s being tickled. It’s honestly adorable. Madilyn Bailey - Maddie will never admit it, but she has very ticklish ribs and feet. Her sides are pretty bad, too. She’s more ticklish than anyone at KHS! She’s super ticklish! Macy Kate - Macy will squeal and run away if she’s tickled or teased about tickling. Once you tickle her, her worst spot is her stomach, but her armpits and thighs are bad as well. She’s so cute when she’s tickled! She actually likes it, but she’s not quite as ticklish as Madilyn. Sam Tsui - You can try to tickle this angel as much as you want, but he’s just not ticklish. If you surprise him with a tickle attack under his arms, he’ll laugh, but nobody has succeeded in doing this, so they just assume he’s not ticklish. Probably for the best. He’ll get revenge if you tickle him. Thomas Sanders/Jon Cozart - Neither of these adorable boys are the least bit ticklish.

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Supernatural - Live Your Life (ticklish!Jack)

Takes place in season 14 episode 7, when Jack is living his life with Dean. “This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be!” Jack said with a laugh. Dean smiled. “Wait, does that mean you thought it would be boring?” Jack smirked. “Yeah, I was thinking maybe I should spend the last part of my life with Sam. He’s more exciting than you are.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “And much more handsome.” Dean growled. “You want to live your life? Can’t go without this experience.” And with that, Dean pounced on the kid and started spidering his hands over his stomach. Jack instantly burst into adorable giggles, trying to push Dean’s hands off him. “Whahahahahat is thihihihis?” Jack was confused but having a great time. It was a sensation unlike any he’d ever experienced before. Dean was chuckling as he continued to tickle Jack’s stomach and sides. “It’s called tickling, and it’s what will happen to you if you insult me again!” “I’m sohohohohory!” Jack squirmed and squealed as Dean’s fingers hit a sensitive spot on his ribs. Jack thrashed around, trying to escape, but secretly loving the feeling. Was that normal? “Oh, looks like somebody’s got ticklish ribs,” Dean teased. “Maybe I should count them to make sure you have enough.” “Wait, whahahAHAHAHAHAHT?!?” Jack yelled out when Dean’s fingers dig into his ribs. It was no longer just light, spidery tickles. This was totally different. It was like electric jolts, but they didn’t cause pain. It was weird, and EXTREMELY ticklish! “One... two... three... fo- Jack, stop moving! You made me lose count! I have to start over!” Dean sighed in mock disappointment before starting the process all over again, sending Jack into hysterics. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Jack squealed. He couldn’t stop laughing, and oh my god, Dean wasn’t stopping! The kid tried to push Dean’s hands off. He could barely stand the sensations. It was on the edge of torture and pleasure. He loved it, but wanted it to end soon. “Oh, alright, you big baby,” Dean said, removing his hands from Jack’s body. “You’re so ticklish. Meaning you’re sensitive to these sensations.” “Anyone would be,” Jack replied. “Right?” “Not me,” Dean announced proudly. Jack smirked. “Oh, really?” The curious kid reached out his hands to squeeze Dean’s sides. Dean yelped and slapped Jack’s hands away. Knowing he was screwed, the Nephilum giggled in anticipation as Dean straddled him, pinning him to the ground. “Deannnnnn,” Jack whined. “You’re heavy. Get off.” “You calling me fat, boy?” Dean asked, narrowing his eyes. Jack quickly shook his head. “What? N-no... I didn’t mean it... please...” “Oh, you’re SO DEAD!” Dean yelled before pulling Jack’s shirt up to expose his stomach. Jack squirmed even more, somehow knowing that the ticklishness he’d felt before would be amplified by about ten times. “I call this one the Raspberry Special,” Dean announced before pinning Jack’s arms by his sides, preventing him from moving. He leaned down. Jack wrinkled his forehead. “Wait, you had me try raspberries before. I don’t understand how...” Jack was cut off by his own scream as Dean let out all the air he’d contained right on Jack’s stomach. Jack was in heaven and hell. He loved the feeling, but it was unbearable! Dean’s lips blowing raspberry after raspberry, his lips and stubble vibrating around his stomach in the most ticklish way possible. The worst part was, Jack was completely pinned down by Dean, and he couldn’t do anything to prevent or lessen the sensations! It drove Jack insane. He couldn’t stop laughing for the life of him, with the exception of screaming every now and then. After about a full minute, Dean stopped and let the kid up. “Have you learned your lesson?” Jack tilted his head. “What lesson?” He was legitimately confused for a moment, but Dean cleared things up by spidering his hands over Jack’s sides. The kid was so ticklish that he jumped up and down, giggling adorably. Dean grinned. “Dehehehehehean!” Jack shouted, sensitive to even the lightest tickles. Dean’s smile grew wider. “Aw, so cute. A powerful Nephilum, son of the devil, can be reduced to a giggling mess just by a little bit of tickling!” The teasing words as well as the fingers at his sides only made Jack laugh harder. It was one of the weirdest feelings the boy had ever felt. “Are your hips ticklish?” Dean asked, not waiting for an answer. He squeezed the kid’s hips, making him gasp and burst into laughter. Jack nearly fell to the ground because it tickled so badly! Those electric jolts made the boy squeal and squirm and flail. It was honestly adorable to watch. “DEHEHEHEHEAN!” Jack screamed as Dean dug into his hips even more. And the dam broke. Jack fell to the ground, and Dean quickly stopped, afraid for the kid’s fate. “Jack? JACK?” Dean yelled, jumping to the ground. “Oh god... please wake up... please...” Dean sighed and hugged the unconscious kid to his chest, knowing how weak he was already. “I... I’m so sorry...” The next second, Dean was pinned to the ground by Jack, who had been pretending to be unconscious this entire time. “Hey! How did you...” “I think it’s your turn, Dean,” Jack said with a smirk before tickling all over the older man’s midsection, making him yell out and laugh. To be continued...

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Ticklish Little Liars

All the girls are 11 or 12 years old Enjoy! It had all started with a pedicure. Alison had been painting Emily’s toes when the younger one started squeaking and giggling. “What is it, Em?” Alison asked, smirking as she started to tickle the bottom of Emily’s feet. Emily squealed and scurried away. Alison smiled. She was adorable. “What’s going on?” Spencer wanted to know as she lifted her head off her pillow. “Oh, nothing. Just found out that our little Emily here is extremely ticklish,” Alison teased as she started tickling up and down the girl’s sides, making her laugh harder than before. “I bet you’re ticklish too, Ali,” Hanna said with a smirk. Alison rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not.” She flipped Emily over and got on top of her, effectively pinning her down. “The tickle monster’s coming!” Alison teased as she began to tickle Emily’s sensitive armpits. Emily gasped and laughed even harder than before. “Nohohohohohoho Alihihihihi!” Emily squirmed, trying to get away. Unsuccessfully, of course. “We’ll save you, Em!” Spencer shouted before pouncing on Alison, pinning her down. ��No! What are you... get off!” Alison pushed at Spencer’s chest, but the older girl was much stronger. “Hey, Em, hold her arms up for me,” Spencer said with a mischievous smile. Emily grinned back and grabbed Ali’s arms, preventing her from escaping. “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not get involved in this,” Aria said with a small chuckle. Hanna nodded, not averting her eyes from the scene. “Where should I tickle her?” Spencer asked, making Ali smile slightly and squirm even more. “I bet she’s ticklish under her arms,” Emily suggested. Spencer nodded and tickled Ali’s armpits, making her bite her lip, refusing to laugh. “I’m nahat ticklish!” Ali claimed, a small giggle escaping her mouth. Aria laughed quietly, but apparently not quietly enough. Alison smirked. “Aria, if you get me out of this, I won’t tickle you next,” Alison offered. Aria contemplated this for a moment, but her thoughts were interrupted when Alison burst into uncontrollable laughter. “GOHOHOHOD.... NOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Alison yelled, nearly punching Spencer in the face. Spencer quickly moved away from Alison, knowing the younger girl hated it as soon as she’d done it. “I’m sorry, Ali,” Emily said quietly. “Yeah... I... I didn’t mean to...” Spencer trailed off. “You’re SO DEAD!” Ali shouted, ruthlessly attacking Spencer’s sensitive belly. Spencer gasped before laughing while covering her mouth with her hands. “Aw, she’s adorable!” Ali teased. “Isn’t she just the cutest little thing?” “Hahahahahahaha..... Alihihihihihi...” Spencer could barely think anymore. Her smart brain was immobilized. “You saved me, I save you!” Emily announced before squeezing Ali’s sides repeatedly. Alison jerked back, squirming and giggling. She managed to get ahold of Emily’s feet, starting a full-on tickle war between them. “Hey, why didn’t you two do anything?” Spencer asked jokingly. “I... I didn’t want to get involved... I’m way too ticklish,” Hanna admitted. Aria looked at her expectantly. She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oops.” The next minute, Hanna was a laughing mess on the floor, thanks to Spencer. She had her hands all over Hanna’s torso, making Hanna shout within laughter. “SPEHEHEHEHEHENCEHEHEHEHER!” Hanna yelled while laughing. Meanwhile, Emily and Ali were having the time of their lives. “STOHOHOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHEASE!” “YOUHUHUHUHU STOHOHOHOP!” And Aria was standing in the middle. In the midst of their tickle fight that was about even, Emily and Alison bumped into Aria’s leg. “Sorry, Aria,” Emily said before bursting into laughter. “Aria! You bumped into us!” Ali shouted, making it obvious she wasn’t actually mad. Aria giggled, knowing what was coming. All of a sudden, Alison and Emily has pounced on her. Emily was spidering her hands over her sides while Alison was tickling her feet with no mercy. Aria was consumed in laughter. “GUHUHUHUYS PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” she begged, still laughing. In the meantime, Hanna was getting absolutely destroyed by Spencer. “SPEHEHEHEHEHENCEHEHEHER! I cahahahan’t mohohohOHOHOHOVE!” “Kind of the point,” Spencer said before tickling Hanna’s neck, making her scrunch her shoulders up to protect it. It was absolutely adorable. Spencer knew it wouldn’t last for long, so she quickly tried out a new spot by digging into Hanna’s hips, making her legitimately scream with laughter. As soon as the sound left her mouth, everyone stopped what they were doing. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?” Melissa asked, opening the door. “I heard a scream.” “Tickle fight,” Aria muttered quietly, still out of breath. Melissa’s face softened and she let out a chuckle. “Well, I hope Spencer’s winning. Just a hint: her worst spot is her ribs. She can’t stand it there.” “And Hanna’s worst spot is her hips. That’s what made her scream,” Spencer said with a smirk. “Emily’s worst spot is her feet,” Alison said with a grin. “And Aria’s is her sides,” Emily told them. “Alison’s worst spot is her armpits.” It was Aria who’d said it. Alison glared at her, and for a moment, Aria was worried. But then she realized that Ali wasn’t actually mad when Ali went for her sides. Aria squealed and burst into laughter. She managed to grab Emily’s feet and tickle them. Emily gasped at the betrayal, but since Aria was already getting destroyed, Emily grabbed Hanna and pulled her closer. Hanna smiled before screeching as her hips were tweaked. Hanna could barely conceive a thought in her head except that she’d never really seen Spencer let go and laugh really hard. Therefore, Hanna concluded, she must tickle Spencer’s ribs. Spencer suddenly started tickling Ali’s armpits, making the beautiful blonde girl shriek and clamp her arms down. She nearly let go of Aria’s sides. Nearly. Hanna snuck up behind Spencer and started tickling her ribs. Spencer jerked back and forth, trying to escape the sensations. She could barely stand it! Those fingers were maddening! This started a huge tickle war that went on for about two hours. Needless to say, everyone fell asleep early that night.

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The Tickle Monster - Supernatural

“Hey, Dean, I think I found us a case,” Sam said. He threw a newspaper down on the table and pointed to the headline. “Fredericksburg, Texas. Woman was killed, but nobody knows how.” “Probably just another accident,” Dean replied, completely uninterested. Sam sighed. “That’s not all. Three more dead in the past week. All of them were found dead... smiling.” Dean looked up from his laptop. “Huh. That’s weird.” “Yeah, and nobody knows what killed them. I say we drive there.” Dean nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever.” “You okay, man?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged. “Just didn’t sleep well last night. Let’s go check it out.” AT FREDERICKSBURG “I... I don’t know why I have to answer these questions,” she said, nearly in tears. “I already talked to the police.” “It’s, uh, a private investigation,” Dean responded. “Mrs. Wellington, did you notice anything odd or out of place the night your sister was killed?” Sam asked. Alyssa Wellington shook her head. “No. She was normal. Everything was normal.” “When did you last see her?” “She got home from work at 6 PM,” Alyssa, who couldn’t have been more than 25 years old, replied. “We had dinner.” “What did you eat?” Dean asked. “Why does that matter?” “We just want to know all the details,” Dean said. “We had chicken noodle soup,” Alyssa replied. “After dinner, she said she was going out with Larry for ice cream.” “Who’s Larry?” Sam questioned. “Her boyfriend,” Alyssa told them. “That was the last time I saw her.” “Did Larry and Rachel have a happy relationship?” Dean knew this was a personal question, but he also knew it could be a lead. “Yes, they loved each other,” Alyssa responded. “Rachel would always come home from her dates all happy and excited... to be honest, I’d never seen her so happy.” The young woman wiped a tear from her face. “You are her older sister, correct?” Sam asked. Alyssa nodded. “And... and we loved each other, too. More than anything.” “Did Rachel have any enemies?” Dean questioned. Alyssa’s face hardened. “No. Nobody I know would do this to her.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Sam said. Him and Dean walked out of her house calmly. “So what are you thinking?” Dean asked once they had walked for a little while. “I don’t know. I mean, smiling victims? And Alyssa said everything was normal.” “You think it was the boyfriend?” Dean wondered aloud. Sam shook his head. “No. I have a feeling it’s something I’ve never seen before.” “Hello, boys,” a voice said. Dean and Sam spun around to face a young girl. She looked about sixteen years old. Her hair was short and straightened. She was carrying a black purse. “Uh... hi,” Sam replied. “Can I help you?” “I think so,” the girl said. “You’re the Winchesters, right?” Dean and Sam looked at each other for a minute, then looked back at the girl. “And who might you be?” Dean asked. “What, you don’t recognize me?” She sighed. “Of course you don’t. That stupid demon never told you anything.” Sam exchanged a look with Dean. “What are you talking about? What do you know?” “I know what you’re hunting. And I can help you,” the girl said. “What’s your name?” Dean asked after a moment’s pause. “Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” she said. Sam nodded. “Yeah. So, uh, you mentioned a demon...” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Trust me, I’m nothing like him.” “Nothing like who?” Dean wanted to know. “I’m forbidden from saying his name. He is my father, and he punished me one time with a curse. I cannot say his name,” Kennedy said. “But I can give you a hint.” She turned to Sam. “Moose.” Turning to Dean, she said, “squirrel.” Sam and Dean stared at each other with wide eyes. Kennedy sighed and looked down. “Look, I told you I’m nothing like him,” she repeated. “I just need you to trust me. I can help you.” “Oh, can you, now?” Dean asked threateningly. “You tell you father to burn in Hell.” “Dean,” Sam warned. “I hate him as much as you do,” Kennedy explained. “As I got older, I wondered what he did all day and why he was never home with me. When I was about... eleven or twelve, I found out what my dad was doing as a job. I disapproved. He killed a lot of people... especially hunters. I need to avenge their deaths.” For once, Dean had nothing to say. Sam looked into the teenager’s eyes. “Alright. You can help us,” Sam said. “What are we hunting?” Kennedy sighed. “You won’t like it. How about we go back to your motel first? We can talk there.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed. “This is Crowley’s secret daughter!” “Dude. Trust me on this one,” Sam told him before getting in the front of the Impala. Kennedy sat in the back. Dean rolled his eyes before getting in the car and driving, blasting the radio as always. AT THE MOTEL “So what is it?” Sam wanted to know. He sat down on the bed next to Kennedy. Dean sat across from them both. “Which one of you is older?” Kennedy asked. Sam pointed at Dean. Dean smirked and nodded. “Means I can kick his ass.” “Well, you’re screwed, Sammy,” Kennedy told him. Sam narrowed his eyes in confusion. “It goes after the youngest sibling first,” Kennedy said. “Then, if it needs more, which is unlikely, it’ll go for the older sibling. If there’s an only child, it leaves it alone. It feeds off of laughter.” “What is this thing?” Dean asked. “A tickle monster,” Kennedy replied calmly. Dean chuckled. “Yeah, right. Come on, Sam, let’s get her out of here.” Sam looked at Dean expectantly. “Dude, all the victims were smiling.” “The tickle monster isn’t real,” Dean claimed. “I’m the only one you’ll ever know, Sammy.” He smirked and winked at Sam, who groaned as he looked back at Kennedy. “You don’t have to believe me,” Kennedy said to Dean. “But your little brother here is probably next on the list, so I would either gank this thing or get the hell out of Fredericksburg.” “How do we gank it?” Sam asked. “Silver hurts it. Fire kills it,” Kennedy responded. “How do you know all this?” Dean questioned. “Cause I’ve come in contact with one myself. Unfortunately, I’m also the younger sibling,” Kennedy admitted. “Rachel was the youngest,” Sam said. “How do we kill this thing before it hurts anyone else?” “Easy,” Kennedy replied with a grin. “Bait.” THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS “You guys know the plan?” Kennedy asked. Dean nodded. “I’m ready if you are.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Why can’t you be the bait?” “Aw, is wittle Sammy afwaid of a few wittle tickles?” Dean teased, poking him in the side. Sam flinched away. “Must be nice, being the oldest,” Kennedy sighed. “Sam, it’s time.” “See you on the other side,” Sam said before walking into the woods and disappearing from our sights. About a minute of silence later, Dean started walking in the general direction that Sam was going in. ���Hey! What are you doing? This isn’t part of the plan!” Kennedy whisper-yelled. “Sam needs us. I feel it,” Dean replied. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw next. Sam Winchester was tied with vines to a giant oak tree as a terrifying tickle monster dug into his underarms. Sam let out a loud screech before bursting into unmanly laughter. He yelled through his laughter to them. Kennedy giggled and watched as Sam kept laughing. Suddenly, the tickle monster changed tactics and launched a full-on tickle attack on Sam’s knees. This being his worst spot by far, the youngest Winchester literally screamed before guffawing in laughter. Sam’s entire body jerked around, desperately trying to escape the sensations that felt like tickly electric shocks to him. Sam knew he couldn’t take it much longer. After about thirty seconds, his body went limp and he went into silent laughter. It was then that Dean whacked the tickle monster with a silver pole. The monster yelled out in pain before sprinting towards Dean, leaving Sam tied up and helpless. Dean shouted out in surprise as the scary tickle monster quickly tied him up. He didn’t waste a second and attacked Dean’s ribs, making him squeal like a girl and hold his breath to hold back his laughter. The Winchesters had always been extremely ticklish. They got that from Mary. This trait didn’t benefit Dean, who nearly broke when the tickle monster found that one spot on his upper ribs right below his armpits. Dean barely managed to keep his laughter inside when the monster dragged his claws over his ribs, focusing on that one spot. That is, he controlled it until the monster dug into his ribs with a newfound strength. Dean screamed in surprise and sensitivity as the tickle monster zapped that spot on his upper ribs. He hadn’t been tickled in so long that he’d nearly forgotten what it’d felt like, and he was not at all used to it. No, this felt like electric shocks that made Dean jerk to the left when his right rib was squeezed, and jerk to the right when his left rib was squeezed, and the torturous cycle just kept repeating itself. “SAHAHAHAHAHAHAM!” Dean screamed. “Kennedy!” Sam yelled, struggling to get free from the vines. Kennedy didn’t respond; she was busy rolling around the floor laughing. “Just wait... till I tell my father... about this...” Kennedy wheezed, slapping her knee as she burst into laughter. “You bitch,” Sam muttered. Kennedy smirked as she stood up. “I knew you boys had a weakness besides family. So did Crowley. He just didn’t know what. But I’ve finally figured it out.” “Please,” Sam begged, turning his head towards Dean, who was in hysterics. “You have to help him. Crowley doesn’t want us dead.” Kennedy rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright. Shurale, leave him.” The tickle monster suddenly stopped tickling Dean and walked towards Kennedy. The little girl wasn’t the least bit intimidated. “You control that thing?” Sam gasped. This was the last thing he’d expected, even if the girl had been Crowley’s daughter. Dean was just as shocked, but he was still recovering from the tickling. “Of course I do, Sammy,” Kennedy said with a grin. “How else would I know exactly where he would be? Oh, and silver doesn’t hurt him any more than it hurts us. Of course, whacking anyone with silver will be quite painful, and he’s easily angered.” Kennedy gently stroked the creature’s skin. “Okay, well, can you at least untie us?” Sam asked. “Please?” “Aw, he begs!” Kennedy chuckled. “What do you think, Shurale?” All of a sudden, the tickle monster let out a loud shriek and sprinted straight towards Sam. Sam yelled out in surprise as the tickle monster started tickling his stomach. He instantly started laughing, not able to hold it back. “Hey, hey, Kennedy...” Dean panted. “I know there was some truth to what you said earlier. About disapproving what your dad was doing.” Kennedy was silent as she stared at the ground. Sam, on the other hand, suddenly screamed as the tickle monster went for the kill, digging into his stomach with no mercy. Sam desperately tried to escape. “Crowley’s not a good person. The things he does aren’t right. And you don’t have to be like him. You should make your own decisions,” Dean continued, trying to ignore his brother’s shrieks. Kennedy glared at him. “Shurale, GET HIM!” As the tickle monster ran towards Dean, he jerked around in his bonds. “No, no, no. Kennedy, we can talk about this.” “Already talked.” The tickle monster dug its fingers into Dean’s overly sensitive hips, making him yelp and go completely limp. “H-hey...” Sam managed to say through his rapid breaths. “You don’t have to follow Crowley’s orders.” “Shut up, Winchester!” Kennedy shouted before hurrying over to Dean, who was nearly dying of laughter. “Shurale. Armpits. Now.” Dean gasped as the tickle monster attacked his armpits. He was still laughing, but now he actually made some noise, proving that he could breathe. Kennedy leaned towards Dean’s ear and whispered quietly. Sam struggled to escape as he saw Kennedy squeezing the older Winchester’s hips, making him squeal and kick his legs out like a little kid. To Dean, it felt like a series of electric jolts. And he was completely helpless to the feeling. There was nothing he could do except listen to Kennedy’s words in his ear. He could barely focus on them because of her devilish hands tickling his hips in the most ticklish way possible. Dean has been shaking his head, trying to escape the sensations, but by the time Kennedy had leaned away from his ear, Dean was rapidly nodding. Kennedy grabbed one of the vines and pulled it ever so slightly. Sam was relieved when Dean managed to get one of his hands free and punched Kennedy in the face. It was a little messed up, considering she was a child, but Sam couldn’t care less at this point. Dean yanked at the vines, still laughing from the tickle monster. All of a sudden, the Shurale reared up with a howl and ran towards Sam. He started attacking Sam’s feet, making him yell and squirm. Sam’s entire body shook, even though the Shurale’s fingers only ran lightly over Sam’s feet. He couldn’t stand it and threw his head back in laughter. In the next five seconds, Dean got free from the vines and sprinted towards Sam. He grabbed his hunting knife and stabbed the Shurale in the back. “Backstabber,” Sam muttered, still panting as the tickle monster faded into the abyss. Gone. Dead. Dean chuckled. “Bitch.” “Jerk.” Sam jumped down from the tree. “Where’s Kennedy?” “Gone,” Dean responded. “What? How... she couldn’t have gone far. We have to go after her!” Sam exclaimed. Dean shook his head. “No. Dude, that thing was going to kill me. She saved my life.” “Oh, really?” Sam said, cocking his head to the side. “When was that? While she was tickling the crap out of you? While she was tickling the crap out of me? When?” “Sam, just listen, alright?” Dean started. “You know my hips are my worst spot. That thing would have killed me. She made it switch to my underarms, which aren’t nearly as bad.” “I beg to differ,” Sam muttered under his breath. Dean rolled his eyes. “She told me I was right. She hates Crowley’s guts. She doesn’t want to be like him. But Sam, he’s threatened her. He’ll kill her if she defies him.” “Seriously?” Sam gasped. “How do you know she’s not lying?” “I don’t,” Dean said. “But it’s messed up. She’s sixteen. She’s being threatened by her father, who is the King of Hell.” “Crowley’s dead,” Sam argued. “No, he faked his death again,” Dean told him. Sam rolled his eyes. “Can’t say I’m surprised.” “We have to help her.” Sam laughed. “After what she did to us? Hell no.” “Fine. I’ll help her myself. You’re just too damn ticklish,” Dean said with a chuckle. Sam shook his head. “You’re one to talk. Within thirty seconds of your hips being poked, you were done for.” “Same with you and your knees. Be glad I saved your ass,” Dean replied. “Bitch.” “Jerk.”