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turtlee-rockin · 7 days ago

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Inside Out 2: Riley's Tickle Trouble

Val's basement was not at all what Riley expected. It probably hadn't been touched since the late 90s…solid white walls, low ceiling, scratchy and thick cream carpet that look like it was made out of rope, a neglected Foosball table, and a really squishy toffee-colored leather couch almost thick enough to be a beanbag. It was nice and homey, but the ordinariness is what threw Riley off.

She figured that because Val was the coolest and most popular girl in school and such a successful hockey captain and so inspiring and pretty and (shut up, shut up) the Ortiz family must’ve been, like, uber-rich or something. But nope. Totally normal. It was kind of comforting, actually.

A friendly little spot on the carpet, next to the edge of the couch, invited Riley to sit among the pizza boxes, and she did.

“Okay everyone, just relax and let’s all have some fun!” Joy was peppy as always. Game time. “But wait, why are we worried about this? We’ve hung out with the FireHawks plenty of times…” “BECAUSE, Sadness: this isn’t our first time hanging out with the FireHawks, but it IS our first time hanging out with them as an OFFICIAL MEMBER OF THE TEAM,” Anxiety chimed in. “The importance of this event literally cannot be overstated,” explained Disgust with a jab of her finger. With one roll of his sleeve, Anger was ready to go. “I’ve been warmin’ up the swear button all day for this. Oh! Maybe we'll get to watch an R-rated movie!” "Uhhh, do you WANT Mom to kill us?" the green girl grimaced.

“Alright,” Val announced to the team, with an uncharacteristically sly side-eyed smirk on. The game had been going for a while, and it was her turn. “Never have I ever…kissed a boy-band poster on my bedroom wall.”

Everyone’s hands stretched out into the air, all accompanied by varying degrees of smarm or giggliness, but Riley’s shot up to its full height much faster than the others’. Her lower lip curled up beneath her teeth, almost like it was trying to hide, and her eyes drifted around the room unfocused. And if she'd looked to her left, she would've noticed Nour's suspicious smile.

"Riley looks embarrassed," the latter teased. “You sure there isn't something you wanna tell us, Glow Girlie?” Reaching out with her free hand, Nour playfully poked underneath Riley's raised arm.

What happened next, Riley couldn't stop. It was a reflex. She didn't even have time to think before she shrieked loudly, slapped her hand over her armpit, and scurried away on her knees. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets and she was tingling all over.

“Nonowaitpleasedonttickleme!” she begged. It all just blurted out in one breath. By the time she realized what she said, it was too late.

A collective gasp echoed throughout the command center. Every head turned, each with a different expression. They all knew what was coming next. On the desk, the "Panic Button" was lit up, its soft glow blinking through the fingers of a single, orange hand. “....Oh no…was that bad? ...What did I do?!” “Hey…that reminds me…” the visage of Ally chuckled on the big Jumbotron screen, tugging with malice of forethought on the edge of her beanie. All the emotions swiveled to look at her. “We haven’t put Riley through the official FireHawks initiation yet.” Suddenly, five pairs of eyes were staring right in at them. Gulp.

Gulp. Riley yanked her feet behind her and clumsily tried to sit on them. “W-wait, wait,” she stammered. Except for Val, who was just enjoying the show, the rest of her team were all crawling toward her with their hands outstretched, smiling wickedly, their fingers dancing like spider legs. Riley's shyness overcame her, and she felt herself blushing, until old white plaster bumped into her shoulder. She'd backed into the wall...nowhere to run. And her puppy-dog eyes weren't convincing the others.

The eight terrible arms that hovered over her descended in sync like a hungry swarm, and smothered her until all light was blotted out.

“AHHH!!”

Dogpiled on the floor. Enveloped on all sides. Riley quickly hugged herself tight and curled into a defensive armadillo ball, but the wriggly hands of her teammates all fought and shoved and tunneled their way into every nook & cranny between her arms and her torso. They scuttled like crabs at her armpits, and her belly, and her waist, and her neck, until she crumbled into screaming, helpless laughter.

Side thought: I'm guessing that Riley’s tickle laugh probably sounds a lot like her overdone “pretend I get the joke and fit in” laugh.

“Hihih HA-Heh! *heave* HA-Ha Ha-Ha Ha!! AHH!! *gasp* Gai…G-huys, stop!” (So much for ever keeping any secrets from these girls.)

“We all had to do it, Michigan; now it's your turn…” Dani, always the bully among them, did not lie convincingly.

"Andersen, two minutes in the Penalty Booooox!!" Ally's voice dropped several pitches in a goofy pantomime of their Coach. Her pinching claws electrified Riley’s sides and made her jump like a popped corn kernel.

“Oho my g-hahawd, I barely touched you.” Sofia, clearly having the time of her life, tucked her glasses into her pocket and moved down to grab Riley's ankles.

"Ha-HA!!! Dohon't!" Everything went hot. Riley couldn’t breathe or see straight. Her blue hoodie held her snug in its warm cotton folds, but even its extra layer wasn’t thick enough to shield her from the barrage of poking FireHawk fingers. She was used to being wrestled and tummy-tickled to death by Bree and Grace...that was common, sometimes even exciting. But her new teammates were older girls: bigger, stronger, better at holding her down, and definitely meaner.

"NO! Nnnnn-NO!! Thisisnothappening!!!" Disgust was mortified. "Stop fidgeting; I can't tell what kind of looks they're giving us!!" Underneath the table, Embarrassment had his entire body in a death-grip bear hug around the central pedestal, and the fuchsia on its surface rapidly emanated from him like an inky stain. In a fit of panic, Fear followed suit and threw his four limbs around the nearest sturdy object he could find... which just so happened to be Ennui's entire face. "Wait! I-I can fix this!" Anxiety hadn't moved this fast since Camp. Joy, though? She was over the moon. Giddy, buzzing, practically levitating off the floor. "Awww, remember when Dad used to tickle us all the time? Heheheh... Riley's our little monkey!" "No! Stop it! This is not cute!" Anger snapped at her. "Wait a minute; Val! Val will save us! We-have-to-get-a-message-to-her somehow!" The faster Fear talked, the tighter he squeezed Ennui's head, until both of them crashed to the floor. Anxiety gasped. "You're right! She's always stuck up for Riley!" "Guys she's looking! She's looking at us!!" squeaked Envy. It was then, as if in answer to their prayers, that Val pushed herself up off the couch and spoke. She was smiling warmly, like a knight in shining armor. “A’ight, girls..." Time slowed to a crawl. All the emotions held their breaths. "...let me get in on this."

At their leader's command, the four subordinates parted like the Red Sea. Dazed, Riley felt two rough hands clasping her wrists, and two more closing around her ankles, and her head slowly sliding up into someone's lap. Dani's. Carpet burns stung her back. She was breathing hard. Someone had been using her diaphragm as a trampoline. By the time she got her wits about her, her limbs were stretched out like rubber bands.

No. No no no not Val. Please not Val!!

“Uh-oh…awwww, yeah; get ‘er good, Val,” Ally taunted.

Riley desperately squirmed and wiggled to escape, hoping to curl into a fetal position, but the FireHawks’ captain plopped right down on top of her jittery knees. She was pinned.

Say something. What are you doing; SAY SOMETHING!!!

Riley opened her mouth, but all that came out was a squeaky, low-decibel croak. Like a leaking balloon. Crud. And as Val smiled down at her, one eyebrow raised, Riley also noticed something that made her even more nervous: her hoodie had hitched up from all her writhing around, and her bare belly was peeking out.

Oh no. Her earlobes had a heartbeat. Could the others see how red her cheeks were?! Oh no.

"Heheh…What’s this? What’ve we got here?" Val slowly reached her left hand forward, making sure to drag it out as long as possible, and just as the tension reached its agonizing limit…she scratched her fingernail right in the freshman FireHawk's belly button.

The scream that burst out of Riley could've killed a Symbiote.

BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! Embarrassment’s massive forehead pummeled the control panel like a whack-a-mole hammer, engulfed by the machine's belches of sparks and smoke. Sirens blared, red lights strobed. “Fight BACK already!” Anger dove for the keyboard, but a hyperactive orange fist sent him flying into the ceiling. “No! We CAN’T!! Just retreat! Submit! Roll over! O-or something!” Anxiety no longer knew what buttons she was pressing on the neon-pink-and-orange console, or if they even functioned. She just desperately pounded whatever wasn't currently blocked by Embarrassment's flailing body. “She’s right; what if we sock one of them in the face like we did to Bree during the slumber party?!” Fear whimpered. “That was YOUR fault!” Joy, meanwhile, rolled around on the floor in wild hysterics, laughing and snorting and totally oblivious to the surrounding office chaos. Envy bounced beside her. The apocalypse was here.

“HA-HA Ha-Ha Ha-Heh…Ah-HEHH!! *cough* HHA-Haw HA!!” Riley wailed through cracking and creaking pipes. She hated how crooked her braces-wearing grin looked, how wide her nostrils flared. It was too much: Val squeezing her tummy like a marshmallow, Sofia scratching and tickling her foot through her sock, Nour prodding her in the ribs with her big toe…she was going to cry from laughing if they didn’t quit. She wanted to die - to lock herself in her room and never come out again.

“Ok, girls, I think she’s had enough,” Val declared. With one last flourish, she gave Riley’s achy belly a gentle, affectionate little pat, and sweetly pulled her shirt back down again as the torture finally stopped. Aw. How helpful.

It had only been a minute or two, but Riley felt like she’d been tickled for hours. Finally free, and completely exhausted, she groaned and wiped her eyes and conked her head on the floor, still giggling like a little girl. Oh thank god.

“Haha-Ha! You’re fun, Andersen.”

"Nah, Val, I know that look; you think we were too 'mean' to her," Ally mocked her as the five returned to their original seats. Val hopped onto the couch and crossed one leg over her knee.

"Oh, I don’t know; everyone loves tickle fights."

“Uh-uh. No. Not me. I hhhate being tickled,” Dani shuddered.

“It depends; it’s not THAT bad,” Sofia interjected. “Well, except like when I’m getting my nails done, and they start going for my feet…”

“Oh, yeah, I hate that feeling,” laughed Val in agreement, resting her cheek on her hand. “In the mall? Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing…one time, I legit accidentally kicked this Chinese lady in the face.”

That cracked the rest of them up. "Girl, the criiiiinge," Ally snickered.

“I couldn't help it! Heh-Heh…hey, you ok over there, Ri?”

Clearly upset, the largest and pinkest retreated into his sweater. The control console was still sputtering in pain. "Not ok. Not ok. We were JUST making an impression!" "Ok, let's everybody just cool your jets," Joy smiled. “Wait she called us ‘Ri;’ does that mean something?” queried Envy. “Are we super-friends now?”

“What are we even supposed to say?!” But as usual, whenever the group got stuck filibustering, it was up to Ennui to save the day. "S'cuse moi." BOOP.

Still splayed out on the floor like a snow angel, still sucking in air by the gallon, Riley weakly raised a single thumbs-up high above her head. Do. Not. Make. Eye contact.

“Hiiiiieeee…….yaah….*gasp*...’mokay…*gasp* …neverbetter,” she squeaked.

“Well that couldn’t POSSIBLY have gone any worse. So help me those girls are gonna GET it!” “Oh I messed up…Imessedupsobad…” Anxiety yanked on her wiry hair to the point where she appeared to be wearing suspenders. “I don’t know,” Sadness mused. For the first time all evening, her cheeks raised up in a tiny smile. “I think…I think they like us.”

Riley wheezed and sighed blew a bang out of her reddened face as they others laughed playfully. They were way too happy about this. Deep down, in the pit of her stomach, she had a feeling…this wouldn’t be the last time her new gal-pals punished her for being so unbearably ticklish.

…somehow, she didn’t really mind all that much.

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I wasn't originally planning to write an Inside Out 2 fic, but got a lot of positive feedback on my headcanons and my prompt ideas, so this is sort of a reader request. Now, I am not a teenage girl. I have never been one. I don't plan on being one in the future. But I really tried to make this believable all the same. My hope was that this fic would feel authentic and familiar to some of you, and maybe drag up some high school memories (or fantasies) of those warm, squiggly, flustery feelings that come with a tickle attack from your BFFs. ^^ Just something cute and silly. My experience is limited so LMK how it turned out! Also I don't actually know if the Muslim girl's name is Nour. I read on some dubbing wiki that it was, but that was the only reference to her name I could find, anywhere. So if I get different info I'll fix that.

#ticklefic #omg this is adorable.

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turtlee-rockin · 12 days ago

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Reimagined Tickling #5

Fairy Tail/The Legend of Korra

A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

This one was a request from my readers! Let’s see how Avatar Korra fares, living through Lucy Heartfilia’s torment from Virgo.

This story takes place during TLOK Season One.

Late-night puddle droplets splished into the air and drenched Korra’s heavy tundra-camel boots with every thunderous step. The brickwork backstreet was too crowded for her to use her bending arts safely, but she wasn’t going to let her target escape.

“Hey! Get back here!!” she shouted.

Through the window of Narook's Noodlery where she and her Fire Ferrets celebrated, Korra had spied the girl outside...a scrawny little scarecrow, couldn't have been more than 10 or 11, all in seaweed-colored rags of ill fit, with tufts of bright orange plumage shooting out from beneath her aviator goggles. She'd been struggling to remove the hubcaps from Asami’s car. A street rat kid rummaging for auto parts? Probably part of the Badgermole Triad. Well, if Officer Lin was too busy with “important city matters” to deal with them, Korra would do it herself.

The Avatar pushed and shoved her way through the crowd, lagging behind a diminutive thief who had the ability to simply slip underneath the sea of legs. For a moment, her pursuit was blocked by a busy traffic intersection...the girl was already across the street and fleeing fast...but Korra quickly dodged and flipped between the charging vehicles. As one car pulled out into the road, milliseconds before crashing into it, she vaulted legs-first over the engine hood, a blast of air propelling her along to the sidewalk on the other side, and the squeeeaaeeaaaky slide over hot metal nearly rubbed her butt-cheek raw.

"GET OUTTA THE STREET, YA MORON!" The pedestrian driver's horn rattled her eardrums.

Yow!! Ow ow ow ow ow! Korra hissed to herself, clutching her sore behind as she ran. (Well…it was more of a limping hop.) Ugh, that’s gonna smart for a while…

The chase led down a limestone alcove, hidden beneath a dumpster behind the Cabbage Corp building, down a wrought iron ladder that bored flakes of rust into Korra’s palms, and into the cyclical catacombs of the Warrens. Why did these dumb squirts have so much energy? She was nearly out of breath and about to call off the pursuit, when she found herself in the atrium of a massive cave.

The city lights above illuminated the red-brown earth floor. All across the sprawling portal were the bodies of countless wrecked vehicles, no doubt used in the illegal racing circuit. Satomobiles and Cabbage Car chassis of all colors littered the pools of light like croutons in soup, their parts creaking and groaning against each other. And at the far end of the cavern, past the musty graveyard of wheels and springs, there stood the kid, her back to Korra, perfectly still.

Was she oblivious, or planning something? Korra wasn't gonna wait to find out. Uncaring about noise or stealth, she charged.

Now I've got you!

Without a turn, without even a sideways glance, the mysterious child stomped a bare and bandaged foot into the dirt.

The ground beneath Korra's feet instantly dropped away like a trapdoor. “WHOA!!!” Korra yelped and tried to stop herself, but her momentum slid her down the ramp-like opening on her heel and carried her right into the maw of this newly-dug pit. She barely had time to steady herself either - as soon as she wobbled to a stable position, four large rectangles of stone, thick as concrete slabs, rose up vertically around her and rushed at her from all angles. On pure instinct she threw her arms out to the sides to block them, and her wrists were greeted by a crushing weight that nearly shattered them to splinters. She winced and shouted as the walls pushed against her hands, boxing her in and forcing their way closer and closer to her, but somehow, her throbbing arms held firm. Her energy was drained from the chase, but eventually, the blocks ground to a slow stop, and the dust settled.

Korra wheezed. Whew. I was almost a pancake. She felt like she was trapped inside a chimney. Unable to clearly see her surroundings, she glanced up to find the little sticky-fingers on the ledge of the trap hole, staring furiously down at her.

"Stop following me!" the kid yipped.

“You’re an earthbender?!”

"Of course I'm an earthbender! Now leave me alone!"

It was this surprise revelation that made Korra pause…this earthen box itself was no problem. One quick push outward and the walls would crumble. Her knees swiveled inward to form a Gong Kiu stance. She furrowed her brow and felt the rock surge beneath her hands, unaware of the sedimentary serpent that approached her.

It started small at first. Tiny granules of sand and crumbled earth all teemed together like a school of krill at the Badgermole recruit’s feet. Then, smoother, rounder stones joined the fun. Soon they all coalesced into the shape of a tentacle, that grew and grew in length until it was large enough to reach over the edge of the crevice and spiral down to the Avatar’s body. It nosed around as if hunting, dancing to its master’s commands, until finally, it lunged.

A sharp blade of air stabbed Korra's throat. All the blood in her face drained into the back of her neck, and she froze, save for her widened eyes, which darted to look at her abdomen. For a split second of terror, she thought she'd been speared. But no. This was worse.

The stone whip that she saw for the first time caressed her stomach back and forth like a tongue, up and down, side to side, between every taut muscle and even around the rim of her navel. It wiggled and poked and wouldn’t stop.

What the - ?!

“Tickletickletickletickletickle!!” the urchin girl’s shrill voice called out.

No. Wait. You’ve gotta be kidding me.

Korra tried to wrestle the urge down into her stomach, but she couldn’t help herself. She simply burst out laughing.

“Wha…d-d’ah! H…Haha! Haha Ha-Ha Ha!” Only for a fraction of a second, her hands slipped downward. But that was enough. Her strength gave way and those rock slabs, commanded by another stomp of the mysterious kid’s foot, pummeled even harder against her arms. They smooshed Korra tighter and tighter ‘til her elbows buckled.

“Ahhhh-ow ow ow OWWWW!!!” Hot thorns of pain cracked her ulnae.

“Heh-Heh Heh! That’s the best trick I ever learned! Not so easy to concentrate on your bending when you’re laughing like a hyena-monkey, is it, Miss Avatar?”

“Ugh! You little brat! Fight me like a real bender!” Korra barked.

But the young thief was merely bemused by this demand. “Hmmmm…” She stroked her chin and pretended to ponder for a moment, before a cruel snaggle-toothed smile grew across her freckles. “Ok!”

The girl threw out her right arm and twisted her wrist so that her fingers faced the ceiling. While those pointed digits wiggled in the air, her left hand made fast swipes like a conductor's baton, and her feet drew concentric circles on the ground. Korra had never seen bending like this. She would’ve been more curious...if her thoughts weren’t distracted by the craggy tentacle that was now wiggling underneath her left armpit.

“D-don’t!! Haha-Ha! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! *gasp* Huh! Quihit it! Nooo, crahap; why don’t I cover thohohose?!” This was humiliating. Why tickling?!

With every tiny stumble of her hands, the rocks pushed in closer. A few more slip-ups and she'd be crushed. Now she was starting to panic.

“Are you ticklish here? Or here? What about there? You’re gonna beg for mercy before long!”

The pebbles in the strand climbed over one another and traced serpentine patterns along Korra’s jaw, dragging their tiny rigid edges against the underside of her chin…down her neck…deep in her collarbone…drilling into the left armpit, and then the right…down her back…scrawling between each individual rib…once it even burrowed itself into the back of her knee, twisting and wriggling against a painfully vulnerable spot of skin. Every time Korra attempted to contort her body away from the rock-and-sand tendril, it leapt with lightning speed to another one of her softest pressure points, each more weak and sensitive than the last.

“Kitchie kitchie coo! Ah-Kitchakitchakitchakitchakitchakitchakitcha!” That nasal baby-talk was really starting to grate.

“PFFHA-HA HA-HA……nnnnn!! ….GkKHaha-Ha! *hic* Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!! D…Dahamn it! Haha! Huh-Huh Ha-Ha Ha!! R-HA-hocks…rocks are supposed to be sharp; they’re not s’posed to tickl-hl-hl-ha!!”

Korra’s arms trembled in their sockets. Only a single cubit’s length separated the two walls that sandwiched her…all her strength was sapped out…gravel was practically sanding down her ears…

“Had enough yet?”

All of a sudden, the tickle whip backed off. Korra bent over double in a struggle to catch her breath. Pools of achy misery swam through her ab muscles. A single bead of sweat drizzled its way down the bridge of her nose as she huffed and puffed.

“Hmmm…this isn’t working,” the pint-sized pilferer pouted with folded arms.

“Uhhh…Wha…what do you mean?” the Avatar moaned and raised her head. Particulates of sand were slithering up the side of the crevice and back to their commander. “Why’d you stop?”

“Hmf. Well I wanted to punish you for chasing after me. But you’re enjoying it.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU THIS IS TORTURE!!” Korra might not have been a direct branch on Aang and Katara’s family tree, but she sure could channel her Water Tribe forebear’s explosive frog-mouthed temper. Tenzin was rubbing off on her.

Before she could protest further, the stone walls around her dissolved back into the ground as quickly as they’d sprung up. With nothing to push her palms against, Korra was suddenly thrown off-balance and, with her arms windmilling wildly, she toppled backwards like a chopped-down tree.

CRASH!!

It was a good several seconds before she managed to push herself up off the soil again. A heavy pulse thump-thump-thumped all the way from her hips to her throat. Her arms felt like jook pudding.

“Ugh…yep. Still smarts. Landed right on it,” she groused, to no one in particular. Korra didn’t have to climb out of the quarry to realize that her quarry was long gone.*

Great. Just great. She galavanted off halfway across the city, ditched her friends, bruised her ass, got lost in the Underground, nearly broke her arms, and got tickled mercilessly, just to fail at catching a poor kid who didn’t actually steal anything from them. Brilliant, Korra. She groaned and pinched her eyebrows, her mouth in a stubborn frown.

Slowly standing and dusting herself off, Korra limped up and out of the hole. In the midst of wondering how to explain this one to the team, one more terrible realization struck her.

"Aw, crap...

…I didn't pay my check."

*Why yes, I AM very proud of that sentence, thank you. (gets hit with a shoe)

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#tickling #tickle blog #tickling community #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #sfw tk blog #tk community

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turtlee-rockin · 15 days ago

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??!/!2!2!!!!!?????

New project:

1. Very deliberately and lightly tickle your entire ribcage, I'm talking a fingertip width at a time.

2. Mark the absolute worst spots with a felt tip marker.

3. Repeat until we have 10 dots.

4. Place all ten of my fingertips on those dots (may have to play Twister with my fingers).

5. Give you just long enough to realize what's about to happen.

6. Tase.

#don’t look at me

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turtlee-rockin · 17 days ago

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That spot right under the shoulder blades that follows along the bones and leads up toward the spine and down toward the back ribs… yeah, you know the one…

#tickling #tickles #turtlee rockin #sfw tickle thoughts #tword community #back tickles #tickle thoughts

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turtlee-rockin · 19 days ago

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I’m so high and I want to be tickled

#tickling #tickles #turtlee rockin #tword community #tickle thoughts

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turtlee-rockin · 21 days ago

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🥺🥺🥺

Enchanted Feathers (Ginny/Luna)

Summary: Luna experiements with tickly magic. (For the last week of @august-anon's Tickletober prompts!! Happy Halloween!! Sorry this one is so short, I have had a very busy month and this was all I had time for. Hope you enjoy it anway!!)

Ginny is sitting on the couch, reading a book when she notices out of the corner of her eye: A small, white feather soars into the room. It floats right over to her and stops in front of her face, tilted to the side like a curious animal’s head.

Her face flushes pink as a fond grin overtakes her features.

“Luna?” she calls, the smile evident in her voice.

Luna does not answer with words, but another feather flits into the room. And another, and another. They all got close to her, practically shaking in anticipation in the air.

Ginny can’t but giggle preemptively. “Luna, what are you doing?”

More feathers, now of varying shapes and sizes join the mix, just floating there in front of her, waiting for some sort of signal. Ginny imagines that Luna is hiding just by the doorway, holding in her mischievous laughter, wand in hand, ready to give that very signal any second now.

Ginny’s face is still burning, and her lips have been curled in a smile this whole time. She’s giddy with excitement, flustered beyond belief, and completely smitten with her wife.

“Baby, c’mon,” she says, voice wavering.

Luna’s blonde head pokes out from around the corner. “C’mon? Alright!”

With a wave of her wand, the feathers all spring into action. They attack Ginny’s ears, neck, knees, and feet, basically any spot that was not covered by her clothing. Her book is long forgotten, and she’s squirming wildly against the couch, giggles spilling out from her lips.

The feathers don’t really tickle that much; Ginny usually needs a firmer touch to get her laughing, but the ridiculousness of the situation, the adorableness of her wife’s antics keeps her giggling anyway.

Her eyes are squeezed shut, so she doesn’t see Luna approaching until the blonde has already pounced on her, fingers joining the mix. Her laughter doubles in volume, and Luna’s little magical experiment is deemed a success.

#ginny x luna #luna x ginny #hp tickle fic #hp ticklefic #harry potter tickle fic #harry potter ticklefic #ticklefic #tickle fic

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turtlee-rockin · 24 days ago

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I LOVE THIS AHHHH

••Fright Zone Log, Day 15••

TickleTober Day 15 “Are you Ticklish?”

Characters: Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta

Summary: Entrapta experiments with the ticklishness of different species of Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic, Non-Con tickles.

•••

“Fright Zone log, day fifteen. Or is it sixteen? No, no, definitely fifteen! I witnessed some peculiar behaviour this morning, I had just finished my latest project with Scorpia when I heard what sounded to be like a fight coming from the dorms. I ended up going through the vents to check out what was happening, but I realised I was wrong about it being a fight-kinda!”

“It was just Kyle and Lonnie tickling Rogelio, and while I do know what tickling is, I didn’t know that the more anthropomorphic species of Etheria were also ticklish! Rogelio was just one subject who I could already cross off, but I need to expand my data pool to see if they react any differently to how the rest of us would! I’ve determined that Catra would be a good starting point since she’s on the lower end of the animalistic spectrum here, only having ears and a tail with an otherwise entirely human body. I’ll document my results once this is over!”

Entrapta clicked down on her recorder, satisfied with her new experiment for today. As much as she loved making tech, working in the Fright Zone opened up the opportunity of experimenting on people as well, as opposed to her old home which was nearly entirely populated by robots. She thankfully hadn’t dissected anyone-yet, but she still lacked any social tact when it came to getting people to actual participate in her experiments. Entrapta was sure there would be no where she could go wrong with Catra though.

“Hey, Catra, are you ticklish?” Entrapta blabbered as she popped out of a vent in the control room Catra had found herself in. Catra shrieked, bearing her claws while her hair stood up and went rigid. Once she got over the initial shock and actually processed Entrapta’s words, she stared at her with a befuddled, slightly annoyed expression.

“What kinda question is that?” She hissed, attempting to turn away to ignore her. Entrapta remained persistent, dashing around to Catra’s front, popping up in front of her with an intrigued expression, like stars were shining in her eyes.

“Oh, you see, I’m running an experiment to test how the ticklishness of Etheria’s anthropomorphic species differ from its anthropological ones, and I thought you’d be a good candidate because-!” Entrapta’s babbling was cut off by Catra dismissively waving her hand.

“Look, I didn’t understand half the words you just said, but I’m not ticklish, so beat it. Go bother Scorpia with this or something.” She suggested, not to actually be helpful, she was just hoping Entrapta would take the bait and run along. She didn’t.

“No, no, Scorpia has to be tested much later, see I was going to say that you were the perfect starting point since you mostly human in appearance! And even if you aren’t ticklish, that can still be valuable data! I just need to run a few tests.” Entrapta moved a little closer to which Catra paused and raised her eyebrow.

“What do you mean tests?” Catra asked, feeling like she already knew the answer to that question.

“Oh you know, to verify your sensitivity!” One of Entrapta’s pigtails suddenly coiled itself around Catra’s wrist, holding it above her head. Before Catra could begin to protest, Entrapta dug her fingers into her armpit, wriggling around her fingers inquisitively. Catra made some shocked, offended noise before clasping her mouth shut, batting at Entrapta’s fingers with her free hand.

“Whahaht do you thihihnk your dohohohing?!” Catra exclaimed, to which Entrapta turned to her with a delighted, lost-in-her-own-world expression.

“Getting results, it appears you lied about your lack of sensitivity but that just makes this even more fun cause I get to find your ticklish spots myself!” Her other pigtail turned Catra’s free hand into a bound one, now holding both of them above her head while Entrapta stood in front of her, wiggling her fingers absentmindedly as she thought about where to strike next.

“Who cares if I lied?! This is just stupid, I have work to do you know-actual, important work!” Catra complained, eyeing Entrapta’s gloved finger with a mix of anticipation and repressed nervousness. Suddenly, she struck, choosing Catra’s sides as her next target, drumming and tapping her fingertips up and down her exposed torso.

“As do I, do can you stop squirming? I’m trying to get some invaluable data here and all of your wiggling could skew my results!” Entrapta warned her, not trying to tease but that didn’t stop Catra from blushing. Her feet kicked against the ground while she tugged at her bound wrists, shaking herself from side to side, doing just about anything to escape Entrapta’s hold.

“I cahahahahn’t hehehehehlp it if yohohohur tihihihckling me, you ihihidiot!!” Catra spat out at it, to which Entrapta made a little “oh” noise.

“Hah, right, I forgot about that! Guess that just means I’ll have to keep up with you!” Catra didn’t even have the time to think about what that could mean before Entrapta began randomly squeezing her hands against her sides, perusing up and down them, randomly switching to scratch at her ribs or give a quick squeeze to her hips and thighs.

“E-eheheHEHEntrapta, quihihiHIHIHIT IT NOHohohow!!” Catra barked at her, but Entrapta was way too lost in her research to even consider that. Her fingers bounced about across Catra’s skin, happily pinching and pattering against her test subject.

“Say, Catra, is the tickling worse when I’m switching across spots like I am now, or when I focus on one spot, as such?” Entrapta then darted her hands to Catra’s stomach, digging her nails into the patch of sensitive skin. Catra squealed and thruster backwards, shaking about like a bobble head left out in the wind.

“OHOHOHONE SPOHOHOT!!” She answered, mainly because it gave her something to focus on apart from her getting wrecked by Entrapta of all people; she was never going to live this one down. A frustrated blush spread across her cheeks, whining at just how bad the tickling was. “FUHUHUCK, EHENTRAPTA, SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA HEAR MEHEHEH!!” Entrapta just gave a little gum in response, her fingers slowing to a halt surprisingly.

“Right, Hordak probably wouldn’t want me to ‘waste time with childish antics’.” Entrapta waved her hands around dramatically in a mocking fashion as she put on her best Hordak impression, something that earned a genuine giggle from Catra. Entrapta smiled tenderly at that, before perking up with determination once again.

“Just one more spot and then we’re done!” Entrapta declared, casually pulling off her gloves. Catra gulped, something about just being able to see Entrapta’s hands made this feel so much worse already. Carefully, she manoeuvred herself to be standing behind Catra, standing up on her tippy toes.

“Uh-what spot are you doing now?” Catra stammered out, trying to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on Entrapta.

“Oh, just your ears!” She chirped out with a smile, though Catra could feel her heart freezing over at that sentence.

“Hey, wait, wait, wahahait-!” Entrapta’s fingers began gently scratching at the back of Catra’s ears, making sure to be soft with the delicate things. Her ears twitched about between her fingers as Catra broke down into giggles, a little purring noise seeing out from her mouth underneath her giggles, like background radio static. Entrapta could feel her eyes getting more and more starry, while Catra’s face went red.

“Awwww, Catra, you never told me you were this adorable!” She cooed, not trying to tease her at all, but that didn’t help Catra one bit. Trying to keep up the appearance of a fierce war captain was difficult when just touching her ears melted her into a giggly, purring puddle.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!! Just fihihinish this stupid tehehest already!!” Catra begged her and begrudgingly, Entrapta agreed. As adorable as this was, she’d tested out all the spots she’d needed to with Catra. Her hair loosened around Catra’s wrists, letting her drop to the ground as she panted for breath, trying to rub away her blush.

“If you insist! Thanks a ton Catra, I’ll go document all those results right now!” Entrapta blabbered out excitedly before turning to the door, only to be stopped by Catra’s tail coiling around her thigh. She hummed in recognition and turned back to Catra, still doubled over but she tilted her head up to stare at Entrapta.

“You know…I think we can make this test even better, Entrapta.” She grinned, to which the scientist in question tilted her head.

“Oh, I thought I’d tested an appropriate amount of spots, did you have anything else in mind?” She questioned, to which Catra nodded and stood up to her full height.

“Mhm, I mean, if your figuring out how ticklish people like me are, you may as well find out how good they are at tickling other people, right?” Entrapta tilted her head at the thought, squinting her eyes before she nodded.

“I suppose that makes sense, but what exactly are you proposing?” Catra’s eyes narrowed into a cool gaze as she bared her claws, locking onto Entrapta.

“Your smart. Figure it out.” Entrapta’s eyes widened as she already broke into nervous giggles, taking a small step back from Catra.

“Oh, I mean-ah! C-cahahatra, wahahahAHAHAIT-!!”

••••

“Fright…zone log…day fifteen.” Entrapta panted breathlessly into her recorded. “Results from my experiment have..yielded an obvious result; don’t tickle Catra.”

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