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cringemesstickles · 5 months

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To Cheer Up An Angel

Summary: Castiel is in a bad headspace and Sam wants to help.

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,182

A/N: Anon requested platonic Sam and Cas! This was super fun to write and I definitely have a soft spot for Sam and Cas, both platonic and romantic. 🥹

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It was a well known fact that Castiel, the angel of the lord, wasn’t exactly the most relaxed person. Often times when he got stressed, he would turn away help, insisting that he could manage.

Dean would often tell him that he’s worse than Sam.

Today, the angel seemed particularly uneasy. It was as though the world rested upon his shoulders, leaving him worn and jaded.

When Sam walked by one of the bunker’s spare rooms, he spotted Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed, his expression one of solemnity and thoughtfulness, but mostly exhaustion.

“Cas?”

The angel looked up, trying to ease the worry from his features.

“Hello, Sam. I didn’t hear you come in.” He spoke in his usual low, gravelly voice, trying to give a somewhat convincing smile.

However, the youngest Winchester saw straight through the facade, having used the same one countless times.

“Cas, I know that you’re-”

“Sam, I assure you I’m quite alright. There is no need for you to worry.”

Sam’s expression softened, his eyes laced with the exact emotion that Castiel had dismissed. He tilted his head, his brows knitting together as he employed his most powerful weapon…the puppy dog eyes.

He looked deeply at the angel, his big, expressive eyes holding a slight desperation, conveying a silent plea.

“No, Cas, you’re not alright, but that’s okay. Just let me help… please..?”

Cas knows that the moment he looks into those eyes, it’s over, and he tries his hardest to keep his gaze away, but those pleading eyes just sucked him right in.

With a sigh of defeat, Cas properly meets the younger’s gaze, giving in to the puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, I’m not alright. It’s just so much to bear…” He began, Sam giving his full attention.

“The angels, the archangels, the never ending celestial wars… it’s just a lot, that’s all.”

Sam nodded with understanding, then he went silent, thinking of ways he could help relieve at least some of the stress.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

“Whenever I’m stressed out, Dean tickles me until I can’t think straight… it always makes me feel better.”

The dark haired angel rose an eyebrow, his face taking on a look of slight nervousness.

“That is very thoughtful, Sam, but I really don’t think it is necessahahary- Sahaham!”

The angel was interrupted by a fit of his own chuckles, Sam’s fingers having crept towards his ribcage while he was talking.

The Winchester’s eyes sparkled with glee at the sound of his friend’s laughter, his fingers making haste in their diligent dance, evoking more lighthearted noises from the angel.

“See? Doesn’t it feel nice to laugh?” Sam smiled, lightly spidering over the angel’s ribs.

“I-I suppose it is rather nihihice…” Admitted Cas, though he couldn’t help but squirm.

Sam’s touch was gentle, filled with love and care, keeping it hard enough to tickle but light enough to not overwhelm.

Castiel could feel the tension being released with each tickle, Sam’s nimble fingers picking apart his worries piece by piece, releasing them through laughter.

Sam went from spot to spot, giddily exploring and finding which spots are best.

“You’re pretty ticklish here… what about here?” He moved his fingers to drag up and down Cas’s sides, bringing forth a yelp and a torrent of titters from the angel, who was starting to squirm more incessantly.

Sam couldn’t help but giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

As Sam’s fingers fluttered and grazed all over the many tickle spots, he could feel the joy radiating from the angel, and he found himself imitating that same joy, giggling along with his friend.

They were almost bouncing off of each other; Sam’s laughter and dimpled smile would make Castiel even happier and laugh even more, Sam in turn replicating the contagious happiness with his own amplified giggles.

The taller man began to brush his fingertips gently over Cas’s neck, eliciting a burst of light titters and even a snort, making Sam’s eyes light up with mischief.

“I didn’t know angels could snort!” He exclaimed, continuing the careful ministrations, picking up the speed only slightly.

“Sahaham! That spot is q-quite tehehender!” The angel giggled, another snort slipping, making him blush with mild embarrassment. He raised his shoulders to try and protect himself, only to find that the defense was futile and simply served to trap Sam’s agile fingers.

“I see that! Your neck is almost as bad as mine, haha!” Teased Sam, his voice soft, carrying a tone of sincerity.

Though the tickling was fun, Castiel was beginning to feel a tad overwhelmed, so he finally called out. “Okay, Sam, enohohough!”

At those words, Sam immediately retracted his hands, allowing the angel some space to breathe.

“Are you okay? Did I go too far?”

The raven haired angel merely shook his head with a grin, catching his breath and releasing the rest of his titters.

“Not at ahahall… I’m quite alright, thanks to you, of course.” He assured, giving the youngest Winchester a grateful smile.

Sam returned the smile with one of his own, nodding warmly.

Once the angel caught his breath, he put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, looking at him with utmost sincerity.

“You are a good friend, Sam. I know you question yourself at times… but don’t ever doubt that you have the purest of intentions. You have a heart of gold, Sam.”

The hunter’s face was a picture of gratitude, touched by the words of his celestial friend.

“Thanks, Cas… that means a lot.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a couple more moments, enjoying each other’s company.

“You wanna go hang out in the kitchen? Dean is making pie.” Sam piped up, watching Cas raise an eyebrow at the statement.

“Since when does Dean make pie?”

Sam chuckled at the angel’s (warranted in Sam’s opinion) confusion.

“Trust me, Cas… I asked the same question.”

Regardless of their skepticism towards Dean’s sudden baking escapade, they migrated to the kitchen to hang out and converse, sharing amused glances whenever Dean would boast about his pie, claiming it was going to be the best pie ever.

“Calm down, Betty Crocker… the last time you tried to make a pie, you nearly blew it up and made a mess in the kitchen.” Sam teased, rolling his eyes at his older brother’s cockiness.

Dean, apron and all, shot his little brother a deadpan expression.

“Watch it, Sammy… don’t make me come over there.”

The angel and the hunter chuckled, looking at each other with charmed expressions.

“Dean, I do not doubt your cooking capabilities… but baking is a diligent process if you want to do it correctly.” Cas critiqued, earning a scoff from the older Winchester.

“Pfft- cooking, baking, what’s the difference? Actually, I’ll tell you the difference… pie!”

Sam and Cas chuckled with pure amusement, endeared by Dean’s typical charm and humor.

Dean didn’t ask how Sam managed to get the angel out of his rut… he was simply content that everyone was happy and smiling, even if it was at the expense of him and his pie.

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awkwardtickleetoo · 7 months

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concept based on george in sam and colby’s videos:

for anyone who’s watched sam and colby before, you’ll know about this thing called the estes method. for anyone who hasn’t heard of this, the estes method is essentially where one person is blindfolded and has headphones on with loud radio static, so they can’t see or hear the other people, attempting to communicate in behalf of the ghosts to the people asking them questions.

imagine george doing the estes method, blindfold on and headphones blaring, right at the end of the process. sam, colby, and wilbur go to tap his shoulder to tell him it’s over, but wilbur decides to be a menace and pokes him in the side instead. george jumps, goes “don’t do that!” but he still can’t actually see or hear anything, so he doesn’t know who he’s directing it at or where it came from or if it’ll happen again or if it even happened at all.

so, madness ensues, and the pokes and tickles keep coming

every time he tries to reach up to pull the headphones or blindfold off, he’s attacked with tickles and has to slam his arms down again to avoid them. eventually the headphones fall off from his squirming, so he can actually hear the teases now, but the blindfold is still on so he can’t see anything that’s happening

bonus points if the other three start teasing him about how “we’re not doing anything, george! it’s the ghosts tickling you!” (idea courtesy of @mushiewrites) and more bonus points if they start teasing him about how “oh no, george, it seems the ghosts have possessed you, we have to get them out!”

#lee!george #ler!wilbur #ler!sam #ler!colby #concepts / ideas #i was just thinking about how no one (to my knowledge) has talked about post-estes method tickles so #why not do it 🤷#i would’ve done it with niki for the most recent video but georgie actually does the estes method in the one with wilbur #and niki and colby do in the newer one #so i figured it’d be more accurate to real life this way lmao #but niki we love you <3

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sleepy--anon · 7 months

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Day 25: Gang Tickles

Reserved by anonymous friend of mine

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Manhunt. The one activity that they all had fun doing but dreaded loosing. After the second manhunt, they had come to the agreement that the loser was to be wrecked by the winners. Dream was the one who suggested more hunters and yet he was the who complained about five against one was unfair when he lost.

"Dream, these were literally your ideas!" Sapnap groaned over Dream’s useless arguments that this 'wasn't fair' and 'they cheated'.

"Well yeah but... that doesn't make this fair!" George rolled his eyes so hard he hurt his head, watching Sapnap flick a look to the other four, seeing Sam slowly set up a trap behind Dream. The three crowded Dream so when Sapnap stepped towards him, he had no choice but to step back, right into Sam's trap. The rope wrapped tight around Dream’s wrists, hoisting him high in the air with a screach. The five built up to him, making a circle of sorts for their safety.

"Alright Dream, you have two minutes to prepare yourself, after that, I really don't care if you're ready~ You're lucky we let you keep your mask on" Sapnap informed the blonde, taking his time, cracking his knuckles, stretching his muscles, watching Dream attempt to find a way out of Sam's well thought out trap. Dream watched his hunters circle him, eyeing him like cheetahs looking at fresh meat.

"Alright times up!" George shouted impatiently, wanting to be the first to get his hands on Dream. He jumped forward, immediately latching onto his hips, squeezing quickly. Dream squealed loudly, kicking in a way that normally would've spun him if George wasn't holding him in place. Dream felt Sam's large hands on his ribs, Ant's claws on his tummy, Sapnap digging into his armpits, and Bad's claws on his neck and ears. He felt like he was being tickled from the inside out, made even worse by the fact that he couldn't cover himself.

"GUHUHUYS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Dream's laughter was a mix of loud hysterical cackles, squeaks, and snorts. The most he did was bring his knees up, shake his head, and wiggle his shoulders. The five opted for gentle coos, deciding that five against one was mean enough. Bad was the one who noticed the intense blush under his mask and the tears dripping from his chin, snapping his fingers with a loud click, signaling that it was time to stop. Sapnap wrapped his arms around Dream, pulling him onto the platform as Sam released his hands, he held him gently as he heaved and rubbed the abused spots.

"You ok Buddy?" Bad asked, patting his head, earning a slow tired nod.

"I'll carry him back"

#augtickletober2023 #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #lee!dream #ler!sapnap #ler!george #ler!georgenotfound #ler!bad #ler!badboyhalo #ler!antfrost #ler!ant #ler!awesamdude #ler!sam #sleepy's fics

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emmadoodlewrites · 2 years

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Just Start Talking

WARNING: THIS IS AN INTENSE TICKLE FIC, INTERROGATION FIC, AND TICKLE MACHINE FIC! This will verrry likely not be for everyone. The lee in this fic while even though is being interrogated, is not in any distress, and is revealed to be having fun. Please be sure to read the content warnings before proceeding! This is very different than my other stuff, if you’d like to see my more playful fics you can check out my masterpost :D

I want to give a huge shout out to @fluffallamaful and @covenofwives for giving me little words of wisdom and the courage to post this! And I wanna give an even bigger shoutout to @mushiewrites for being the first person I ever got to give this idea to, the first one to ever read this fic, AND for brainrotting this entire idea with me for weeks so that this fic could be born. I LOVE YOU!!

Summary: c!Dream, even after escaping prison, finds himself in the hands of c!Sam and c!Quackity, as they try one last time to get him to give them the revive book. In order to do so, they use a brand new machine that Sam invented.

CWs: intense tickles, restraints, interrogation, c!dream, at a single point dream is unable to breathe but it is only for a small amount of time, swearing, slight disassociation

This takes place in a canon divergent timeline- cDream was not tortured as much as or as badly as he was in canon, after escaping prison he was allowed to stay away from the smp to live with cGeorge. With everything out of the way, without further ado, I hope you enjoy

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Dream stirred slightly in his sleep, grogginess hitting him much harder than it usually does when he awakes in the morning. He shifted, attempting to rub his eyes sleepily before realizing he was unable to do so. He opened his eyes with a start. He was sitting, not laying down in his bed.

Behind him, attached to the back of the chair was a large machine, with two dormant mechanical arms attached. The end of both arms gave the appearance of futuristic ray guns, with bright red spheres attached to the edge.

“Oh what the hell,” Dream groaned, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room and seeing his two captors. He hadn’t seen Sam and Quackity since leaving the prison finally a couple months prior, “I thought you agreed to leave me alone Sam,” Dream said calmly.

“Yeah well change of plan,” Sam answered, “Quackity still needs information, and I had made him a promise. We won’t keep you captive, since that would be breaking my other promise to you, but we are going to need to get some info from you.”

Dream tensed, he couldn’t go through this. He was finally free, he was living on his own with George, he wanted nothing to do with the SMP anymore. He struggled against the restraints and began screaming.

“NO! Let me OUT! You can’t do this!!”

“Awww don’t worry Dream,” Quackity cooed, “I’ve learned from past mistakes that pain just doesn’t seem to work on you,” Dream stopped his struggle to look at his interrogator, “Yeah, don’t even sweat it. This won’t hurt a bit,” Q gave him an evil look, making Dream swallow to mask his fear.

The second the signal was given the mechanical arms lifted from their dormant state to point directly at Dream. They were even more terrifying as the end point of the ray gun like devices pointed on either side of his torso. He braced himself, expecting a new type of pain, tensing his muscles and clenching his jaw so he didn’t give the other two in the room any sort of gratification. He heard a slight humming from the ballpointed tips, and to his utter surprise, and slight dismay, it truly wasn’t pain that he suddenly felt. Quackity hadn't been lying.

It took a moment to process what was now happening, but his laughter came first. A very precise feeling of being tickled in the middle of both his sides made him jump suddenly, giggles escaping through his nose, and then pouring out passed his tightened lips, as he realized there was nowhere for him to go. It was unlike many other sensations he could even begin to describe, the warm and tingling sensation seeming to attack his nerves directly.

“Whahahahahat?!” Dream squirmed and shook his head slightly. He jolted suddenly, as best he could with the restraints, when the robotic arms began to move. Each going up and down in a predictable pattern. Down over the bottom of his sides a little above his hips, making him buck against his waist strap, and then would travel back up his sides and over his ribs all the way to the top bones. “Whahahahat thehehe hehehehell ihihihis thihihihis!?” Dream demanded, although it didn’t exactly sound very demanding through his laughter.

“Tell me where the book is, Dream” Was Quackity’s only response. Dream shook his head, refusing to give in. The arms continued their movement. Up and down and up and down, not missing a single area on either side. His torso moved side to side involuntarily as it tried to resist the feeling, even though it didn’t help at all.

Quackity looked over at Sam, and gave him a nod. Sam took a look at his monitor, taking in some of the info given to him before pressing another button. The arms stopped their movement, but the vibrating shockwaves continued. Dream tensed his body now that the tickles weren't moving, trying to drown out the sensation, but nothing was working. The arms moved again suddenly, positioning themselves over two different areas on his sides. On his right, the machine seemed to focus over his top rib. On the other side it pointed directly in the middle of his left side.

Dream flinched as the arms took their position, the reaction making it apparent that these two spots were much more sensitive than anywhere else. The tickles engulfed the nerves there making it impossible for him to sit still or even focus on anything else.

The machine moved again, but this time neither up or down, but towards him. And then both ends touched down. One pushing into his top rib, and the other poking him in the side. The once semi tolerable tickling was now so much worse. An intense ticklishness shot straight into his most sensitive nerves, and Dream screamed.

He arched his back in a desperate manner before he landed back down with his back hitting the back of the chair. He pushed his shoes into the ground, kicking over and over.

The feeling was overwhelming and intense. It felt nothing like when someone were to drill into your worst spot, and more like it was tickling him from the inside out. The feeling sparked like fireworks, never slowing down or faltering, and there was no way to get used to it.

Dream pulled at his arms, trying to slide down to at least make the arms aim somewhere, anywhere else, but they stayed glued to the areas that made him laugh the hardest. His cackles no longer contained screams, but had turned to continuous loud belly laughs that came from deep in his chest. His mouth was open wide with a smile and his eyes were now permanently squeezed shut. His thrashing continued until he melted back into the chair, head thrown back in his mirth.

He was completely lost to the feeling until he felt someone grab his face, grounding him slightly from the fuzziness that was starting to fill his head.

"Are you ready to talk yet?"

Dream opened his watering eyes to meet Quackity’s. The duck hybrid’s hand had a good hold of Dream’s chin, forcing him to maintain eye contact. Dream could barely hear him though, his laughter being too loud, and there was a slight ringing in his ears.

"LEHEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHAHA!" He continued to laugh and weakly tried to turn his neck away from his grasp. Quackity groaned and let go of Dream’s face and gave Sam a look. The tickling only went on for a few more seconds before it finally stopped.

Dream took in a shaky breath of air to catch his breath, and let out a giggly sigh of relief. He slumped down, wishing more than anything to rub away the ghost tickles that still lingered along his ribs and sides. Any time he moved though, the two arms still pressed into his torso made him jump.

He was dazed, and he still hadn't completely caught his breath, but Dream tried his best to speak, "Whahahat is thihis tehechnology? Hohow did yohohou mahake thihis?" He managed to get out, even after all of this, curiosity got the best of him. What type of foriegn science was this?

"You aren’t asking the questions here!" In response Sam quickly turned the device on and back off again, only lasting for a second. Dream screeched and yanked on his restraints, and then bent over as he faced the floor and giggled.

"Ihihi've told you behefore! Thehere is no physical cohopy of the boohok anymore."

"Well then you better start reciting it to me!"

Dream only shook his head at that, sitting back up straight. He looked Q in the eyes again. They were already tired but determined. Quackity huffed through his nose in annoyance and gave Sam the signal again, not breaking eye contact

Dream broke eye contact first, becoming distracted as the same pulsating ticklish energy shot straight into his nerves again and this time not stopping.

There was no build up unlike the first time since the two arms were already pushed against his body. With the feeling going from zero to one hundred, his entire body tensed, not sure how to even process the sudden extreme sensations. At first there was silence, all except a deep gasp coming from Dream. And then a scream. His back arched again, this time staying in that position as his scream went back into silence.

Dream could feel his mind blanking, the tickling coursing through him felt as though millions of lightning strikes were toying with every single one of his nerve endings directly, and it plunged him into silent laughter.

His lungs burned as they spasmed through the motions of laughter without any air. He couldn’t even notice his lack of air until he felt his vision begin to darken. The machine stopped again, and the robotic arms finally moved away from him. Dream noticed immediately this time, and he took in a huge gulp of air, as he relaxed in euphoric relief. He coughed, letting out the cackles that couldn't come out before.

"Just breathe Dream," he could barely comprehend Sam's voice from across the room; Q was giving Sam a disappointed look in response to Dream getting another break so soon, "we can't have you dying on us,"

"Why mehehehehehe," Dream tugged weakly at his restraints. His brain was starting to feel rather cloudy, he couldn't tell if it was because of exhaustion or the still ghostly buzzing on his skin.

"You know how to make this stop Dream. Start talking." Q demanded, and Dream flinched and giggled.

"Fuhuck you!" His smile was more giddy than defiant at this point.

"Fine. That's how you wanna do this? Sam turn it back on!"

"No no noho nohohoho hahahahaha-" The machine whirred to life, starting back at stage one. Dream jerked and squirmed as the end effector left a trail of tickles up and down, never letting him get used to it again. To make matters worse it seems over time Dream has only managed to get more sensitive, this beginning phase feeling more ticklish than the first time.

"Plehehehehease I cahahahan't tahahahake ihihit!!" He was dreading what was coming, knowing at any second the arms would make contact with him again. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle it. He bucked against the waist strap in strained anticipation. It was too much.

Finally he felt the arms stop their movement. This time around they had chosen different spots. One of them was now aiming towards his lower side, right above his hip, and the other one positioned itself to point towards the top of his side. Dream began pleading again through his laughter, but it fell on deaf ears. The arms began moving inwards, and Dream made one final weak pull at his restraints before they touched down.

“FFFFUHUHUHUHUCK!!!” Dream screamed out a hoarse shrieking cackle as he arched his back once again for what felt like the fiftieth time against the feeling. The arm aiming for his upper hip ended up digging more into the back of his side than the first time around, creating the most mind numbing sensation Dream had ever felt. And Dream’s head was certainly starting to go numb. There was nothing else he was willing to focus on. There was nothing else he could focus on.

The electric like buzzing felt as though it was coming from deep within his nervous system, expertly manipulating and focusing on his weakest points to make him scream. He wanted to crawl out of his own skin just to escape the onslaught of tickles he didn’t know was possible to perceive. His mind was buzzing as much as his skin was, he was trapped in his own head, where the only thing he was allowed to notice and focus on was the red hot tickling shockwaves that at this point felt as though were penetrating his very being. No words were forming in his brain anymore, but if his thoughts could be translated to a sensical stream of consciousness, all it would be is ‘it tickles it tickles it tickles this tickles it tickles’

Dream wasn’t fighting anymore. Being zapped of all his energy, he now sat limp in the chair, body spasming every once in a while as it was wracked with another wave of agony against the never ending feeling. His eyes were no longer squeezed tight and they looked lost in a daze as he laughed hysterically, looking at nothing. His hands kept flexing open and closed, though he wasn’t aware he was doing it. He was lost completely to hysteria, and it was at this point something shifted.

The tickling was constant and extreme, beyond anything Dream was able to wrap his head around, and as it continued to course through him, leaving him feeling like a puddle of nerves, he felt himself buck a little bit more. But it wasn’t against the restraints anymore, it was into the feeling itself. It was so tortuous, so agonizing and nothing would stop its torment against his body. Yet every pulse of sparkling jabs against his nerves was beginning to make his head spin with pure bliss.

He wasn’t cognizant enough to realize what was happening, but now, contrary to a earlier, he couldn’t get enough of this torturous onslought against his own limp form.

‘It tickles it tickles it tickles so so much’ and now he didn’t want it to stop.

But eventually it did stop, although it took a good 3 minutes for Dream to notice. He could still feel everything. His entire body, not even just the spots the machine was targeting, felt as though it was aflame in ghost like tickles that made him turn to putty. He continued his loud laughter until finally it died down on its own.

Dream however was still a mess. His face was blushed deep red, both from the situation and the physical excretion. He was breathless, but his face seemed so lost in the leftover tingles, basking in the now wonderful feeling. His muscles were all relaxed, twitching every once in a while when he felt air brush against his overly sensitive skin.

It took him a good while to remember where he was, but Sam and Quackity seemed patient. When he was back in the present, his nerves still feeling as though they are on fire, he spoke, “Ahare yahoo guhuys dohone yehet?”

“No we’re not done you! We haven’t gotten anywhere!” Quackity genuinely thought by this point Dream would have caved. He seemed to have much more mental strength than Q would have given him credit for.

“Yohohour not gonna gehet ahanything from mehe. Juhust lehet me goho,” Dream begged, and Quackity was not happy with this response. He stalked towards Dream as he sat helpless in the device, but this time he didn’t flinch.

“Give me the book Dream, or else!”

“Ihi ahalready told you I dohon’t have it.”

“You know what I meant.”

“Whahat else are you gohonna do? Ihisn’t this torture enoguh?” Dream lazily cocked his head to the side as it rested against his shoulder and gave Q a dazed smile.

In anger, Quackity grabbed the machine’s arms, swinging them to the front of the chair. He then grabbed at the hem of Dream’s shirt, who then burst into laughter just at the feeling of someone touching him. He continued to laugh as Q dragged his shirt all the way up his torso, revealing Dream’s quivering tummy and bare sides.

“Alright Dream, this is your last fucking chance,” Quackity manuvered the two arms again, making them aim right at the skin of Dream’s bare stomach. His breath hitched as he realized what was about to happen, “Agree to recite the fucking book to me, right fucking now, or I will make you lose your fucking mind,” this was a threat Dream did not take lightly. But he knew there was nothing he could do.

There was no way he could share the book with Quackity, it would surely lead to his own death. And on the other hand, way deep down, a small part of him felt almost…giddy? Why did he want this? The idea of the machine’s torturous and precise shockwavse being sent directly into his stomach, on his skin, sounded wonderfully torturous.

He didn’t have to imagine it any longer as the machine buzzed and turned on. The arms weren’t touching his skin directly yet, but they were still aimed perfectly to shoot its vibrations straight at his belly. Dream threw his head back and squealed, tucking in his stomach at the wondrous feeling. This was much different than before, the shockwaves hitting bare skin seemed to create even more of a spark that pricked every nerve at once, creating an explosion of tickles all over the area. Dream dug his feet into the ground again as he realized just how agonizing this was and the device wasn’t even physically touching him.

“You know what’s about to happen, Dream. Tell me now, and all of this can be over.” Dream was no longer even acknowledging Q anymore, his head was too fuzzy, and it felt like he was floating. Quackity did not like being ignored, “You fucking asked for this,” was the last thing he said before pushing both arms right onto Dream’s stomach. One touching down at the top of his stomach right below his sternum, and the other one burrowing itself right onto his belly button.

Before Dream could even think, or even begin to comprehend this sudden eruption of extreme tickling now flowing through his middle, he felt his entire body jerk upright almost as if he’d been electrocuted. A raw screech tore through Dream’s throat as he pushed himself desperately against the back of his chair to get away. There was no way to tell if he was laughing or screaming, or perhaps both at the same time.

Wave after wave of firework like bursts of ticklish energy was shot through his entire stomach, and his head was reeling in a bliss like daze he’d never felt before. The sensations made him feel lost, like he was somehow outside his body yet engulfed in nothing but warmth. As he arched his back, thrusting his belly into the mind numbing tickles, he felt shiver after shiver run down his spine. He melted completely, there was nothing else that mattered. He could only know what he was feeling right now, and how much he just couldn’t get enough of it. It tore apart his nervous system in the most perfect way. He was buried in complete hysteria and he never wanted to go back

It wouldn’t stop. How long had it even been?

It tickles.

Dream couldn’t tell if he was even still laughing, not even aware of his physical position. Was he still sitting, or was he flying? Was he falling?

It tickles so much.

The ringing in his ears, and the sound of his own beating pulse was a perfect lull to the mush of his brain. He simultaneously tried to move towards and away from the swirl of feeling teasing his nerves perfectly.

It tickles it tickles it tickles it

He couldn’t see, or at least he couldn’t focus on anything. It was a blur of shapes and colors.

Everything tickled. It tickles more than words could describe, it was the only thing in the world that made sense.

When he felt someone grab his hair, he realized that the machine had actually stopped. So why did his nerves still feel like they were tingling with tickles just as intense as before. He couldn’t stop giggling. He was still floating, unconsciousness was dancing in the corners of his mind. There are people talking. Everything is still buzzing. Dream closed his eyes again to bask in its hold. A warmth of tickles could be felt everywhere, all over him. Somehow Dream was content.

When Dream opened his eyes again he was laying down, know longer strapped in his sitting position. He was in a grassy field. The events of before came back full force and he turned over to wrap his arms around himself, wincing as his muscles ached. The amount of tensing he had done taking a number on his strength. His abs hurt the most from the sheer force of his laughter.

He sat up while gritting his teeth, still slightly dizzy. He heard his name being called and he flinched and turned to its direction, regretting it as another dull ache tore through his muscles. It was George.

“Oh my god, Dream? Where have you been!? You disappeared the entirety of yesterday. I was terrified!” It took Dream a moment to comprehend his words, and then he thought back to the day before. He was fine now, and it seemed as promised Sam and Quackity let him go free. And the last thing he wanted was for George to worry.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I decided to go running yesterday and got a bit too much into it. I didn’t realize how much time had passed until the sun started to rise haha!” Dream created a quick lie, not the best one, but it would give him an excuse for being sore.

George didn’t buy it, and Dream knew that, but he didn’t pry, “Well come back to the cottage, I had made soup for you before you didn’t come home.” All Dream could still think about was everything he’d just gone through. The insane tickling, that he never knew was possible, the feeling of absolute bliss, and the almost out of body experience it had led him too. He wanted to do it again. Why did he actually want to do it again?

He took George’s hand and helped himself up, pushing those thoughts back into his head. Now he was with George. Nothing else needed to matter. Right?

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tag list: @twordishl @starlightrosa

#lee!dream #ler!quackity #ler!sam #mcyt tickle #emmadoodle fics #emmadoodle machines

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valiantphantomangel · 1 year

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The discovery

"Are you feeling alright? you look a bit stiff" Sam asked.

"Yay I'm fine, just overwhelmed my muscles with the mission" you, zemo, bucky and Sam hat gone to figure out more about the flag smasher and let's just say that the gave you a bit of a run for your money.

"I can help with that if want" buck offered which you nodded to.

His hands worked over your neck and shoulders making you cringe in pain some times, but when his hand went over your spine you gave a squel, getting the attention of the other two.

"What was that"? You could hear the grin in sam's voice.

"N-nothing, just a ... Spot that hurt a bit more then the others" you said a bit to fast.

"Oh we both know that was something else" Zemo said coming over to you.

"Shut it Baron"! You quickly got out of your seat, not wanting to be trapped.

"Ohh back to code names, something is definitely up" bucky said looking at you with stupid grin on his smug face, slowly walking towards you. "You couldn't possibly be ticklish now".

"O-of course not, that's a stupid question" betraying your self when you backed away".

All three looked at each other then back to you, each with that smirk on there face.

"Run"

You didn't need to hear that twice sprinting away from the tickle danger, you slipped to a stop to hear if anyone was close to you. Hearing the thundering of two but the third was not heard, that's not good.

Your eyes scanned the area around, walking backwards. Big mistake.

You back collided with the wall or what you thought was the wall, until it wrapped it's arms around you.

"Gotcha" Zemo said in you ear, he threw you over his shoulder and made his way back to the 'living room'.

"Zemo LET ME GO NOW"

"No can do sweet heart" he laughed "Guys i found her"!!

He sat down on a chair and pulled you in his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

Zemo and you hat a complicated relationship at first but after you two warmed up to each other, he became more like a father figure to you and to him you were like a daughter he never hat.

The duo and stood next to you.

"Now are you going to tell us what we want to know or not" Sam asked.

"Never" you were already giggling but when zemo duck into your rib cage that soon turned to full on belly laughter.

Sam and bucky decided that it was a good idea to BOTH work on your knees and thighs.

Needless to say you went insane.

"HAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STOPHAHAHAHAH" you screamed through your laughing.

"I suspected that you were ticklish but this ticklish... Did the serum make you more sensitive"? Bucky chuckled.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I DON'THOHOHO KNOWHAHAHA".

"Then will have to find that out now, dont we".

After your laughing and screaming curses at them in all possible languages know to mankind, they finally let you breath but didn't let you go.

"Alright we will make you a deal, if you tell us one of your worst spots we'll maybe let you go" Zemo said.

You pretended to think for a minute before saying "No deal" and shoot your hands into Zemo's thighs, electing a scream of laughter from him and letting you go.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry away from them, the sound of foot steps and laughing echoed through the building.

The next two days were filled with were filled with little tickle fights.

#tickle fic #ticklish!reader #marvel tickle #lee!reader #ticklish ribs #bucky barnes #ler!bucky #sam wilson #ler!sam #zemo #ler!zemo #falcon and the winter soldier #ticklish zemo #tickle fights

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covenofwives · 2 years

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Love your work! Could you write 5 with Lee! Sapnap and Ler! Sam?

Thank you for being patient and thank you for the prompt. This was a very interesting pairing.

Prompt list Here

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It was almost impossible to remember that were was a time Sam and Dream were friends. Back before the mess of everything on the server, Sam was very close to the Dream Team, often spending days hanging out and training with them. Before the pressure of being a prison warden was important.

“Just go DOWN!”

Of course hanging out with them meant Sam was more than involved with their rough housing. Sapnap being the most determined to take Sam down as some personal test of strength. Sam admired the ravenette’s attempts each time, even though it always ended with Sapnap on the ground, wriggling under Sam’s arms.

“FUCK!”

“I said to leave him alone, Sapnap.” Dream laughed from where he sat. He was a bit away, sitting beside George who was collecting some close by flowers.

“It’s aright, he can keep trying.” Sam chuckled as Sapnap made an undignified scream below. “Just gives me an excuse to do this!”

Sam’s hand started squeezing up and down the squirmy Sapnap’s sides. The boy yelped, trying again to jump up but it was an even more fruitless attempt since any strength he did have was being tickled out of him.

“NohoHOHO! STAHahahap! Thahaht’s cheheheatihihing!” Sapnap’s giggle-laced pleas were sweet music to Sam’s ears. He almost wriggled out of Sam’s arms, turning and pushing against his shoulders. But Sam quickly stopped that with a quick rearranging, and Sapnap was on the ground, laying on his stomach.

“If you keep this up, Sapnap. I’m going to have to go to that spot.”

The left over giggles from his last tickle attack suddenly silenced as Sapnap gasped. He turned his head back as much as he could to aim his big puppy-dog eyes up to the creeper-hybrid. “W-Wait! Plehease! N-Not ihin front ohof thehem…”

“What spot?” George’s attention was fading in and out during the fight, only showing some interest when Sapnap was being tickled. He was suddenly at full attention over the mention of a “spot”.

“N-NOHO SPohoHOhot! Thehehere’s nohoho spohohot!” Sapnap made one last attempt to escape, trying to throw his own strength into turning over, which really only served to moving the spot closer into Sam’s hand.

Before Sapnap could fully turn over, Sam placed his fingers over the back of the smaller man’s ribs; specifically right under his shoulder blades. All he had to do was knead in ever so slightly, and the nervous giggles quickly turned into hysterical laughs.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT SPOHOHOHOT! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“You’re killing him!” Dream laughed to the sight before him.

“Where are you getting?! What spot is it?!” George asked with near hysteric energy.

“Help me hold him down, and I’ll show you exactly.” Sam offered, getting a very enthusiastic “yes” from Dream and George and a very distraught “NOHOHOHO” from Sapnap.

The two crowded round to help and Sapnap practically screamed as the extra hands fell on him. But he was loving every moment of it. He had a safeword they all knew and that Sam was specifically listening out for but he never called it. He only said it later, after each of his friends got a good few minutes of tickling him and his laughter grew hoarse.

Even as Sapnap was almost drunk of laughter and breathless in the cuddle pile, he still had enough awareness to mumble under his breath. “I’m getting you next time…” And Sam just smiled, looking forward to it.

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #lee!sapnap #ler!awesamdude #ler!sam #covenficlets

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trashyswitch · 9 months

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Big Brother Vs Pool Master

Sebastian and Sam are playing a game of pool, while Abigail watches. Sebastian turns into a well-rounded teacher, while Sam turns playful when he finds out something interesting about Sebastian.

This fanfic was suggested by my special bean @foxboidrew. I hope you enjoy, my love!

Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the Stardrop Saloon like they usually do, hanging out together in the games room in the saloon. Sam had a Joja Cola in hand, while Sebastian was sipping on one of his favorite drinks: a cranberry candy. Sam and Sebastian had their drinks on the corner of the pool table while they were playing pool against each other. Sam was stripes, Sebastian was solids.

Sam picked up his pool table and looked at the positioning of the ball. “Hmmm…” he hummed as he looked for the closest, most convenient striped balls to knock into the holes. “Which one do I possibly go for?!” Sam asked.

“You kinda got yourself into a challenging situation.” Sebastian admitted. “But I would highly suggest going for the striped 11.” Sebastian said.

Sam nodded and started to aim the pool stick tip at the ball, and slowly pulled it back. “Aaaaaand-” Sam hit the ball, but realized how wrong his angle was the moment his ball hopped about a foot in the air before clunking against the pool table. Sam lowered his head down in annoyance and sighed. “I’m guessing we have to switch now?” Sam asked.

“Technically, yes. But…” Sebastian smiled. “I’ll let you have another shot.” He said before sipping a bit more of his drink.

Sam nodded and smiled a bit. “Thanks.” He said before focusing on the ball and the pool tip. “Bring the pool stick higher slightly, so you don’t bounce your ball again. Aim for the middle.” Sebastian told him.

“I’m not 5, Seb. I know how to play pool. We’ve played countless times.” Sam told him.

Sebastian put up his hands in arrest. “Alright, alright. Go for it.” Sebastian told him, silencing himself and watching.

Sam pointed the pool stick tip at the bottom of the ball…and then reeled back the poolstick…He whacked it on the left side, knocking the pool ball to the right and knocking a solid ball into the far right hole. “YES!” Sam declared, throwing his fist in the air.

Sebastian smiled and offered him a high five. “Not bad.” Sebastian told him. The truth was…Sam had just knocked one of Sebastian's balls into the hole, meaning Sebastian got the point without even lifting a finger. But…He still applauded his “success”.

Sam high-fived him. “Alright. Your turn, I think.” Sam said.

Sebastian nodded his head. Time to show Sam how it’s really done.

Sebastian looked at where the white ball was, and smiled as he saw a somewhat challenging option that was available to him. Well…Challenging to Sam, anyway. To Sebastian? It was a piece of cake. Chocolate cake, to be specific.

…Great…now he’s craving chocolate cake.

Sebastian placed the pool stick tip close to the ball. “Gonna try to get a solid 5 in.” Sebastian said, pointing the pool stick at the white ball.

“Good luck, Seb.” Sam replied, sipping his drink.

Sebastian brought the pool stick back, and whacked the ball with the tip, sending it to the solid 5 ball on a side angle, hitting the ball over to the left, directly into the hole.

Sam had to swallow his drink so as to not choke on it. How did he-

“Sweet.” Sebastian said with a little smirk. Sam slowly nodded, unsure what to say. “...Okay.” He replied. “Alright.”

Sebastian looked at Sam. “What? You got one in too.” He mentioned. “But I think I got the wrong color in.” Sam admitted.

Sebastian chuckled. “It’s not the color of the balls that you’re supposed to keep track of…it’s the pattern on the balls.” He replied.

Sam looked at the leftover balls on the table and slowly sighed. “So I DID get it wrong then…” Sam said.

Sebastian had to stop himself from laughing. “No judgments here.” He told him. And he wasn’t lying. The truth was…his stupidity was often super amusing…it’s why they became such good friends. Sam would be shocked by how intelligent Sebastian was, and Sebastian would be thoroughly amused by how dumb Sam was. And thankfully, this kind of dynamic worked well for them. Sebastian walked up and poked Sam’s shoulder. “Come on, dude. It’s just a game. This game is not gonna matter in the grand scheme of things.” Sebastian told him.

Sam sighed. “Alright…But can I watch what you do when you’re playing?” Sam asked. “Sure.” Sebastian replied as he removed the pool ball from the hole. “Go on my left side so you can see my angle.” Sebastian told him as he readied the poolstick.

Sam nodded and stood on Sebastian’s left side, watching as Sebastian placed the ball down before angling his left arm down to the pool table and wrapped his left index finger around the lower pool stick. He placed the pool stick tip millimeters from the ball, and pulled the pool stick back. He whacked the ball and hit the solid 2 ball into the hole.

“Wow…” Sam reacted, watching. “You made it look super easy.”

Sebastian sat himself up and smiled as he looked at Sam. “Want to keep watching?” Sebastian asked.

Sam nodded and followed Sebastian as he looked at all the angles.

“Would you like me to get a ball of yours while I’m up?” Sebastian asked next.

Sam widened his eyes. “You’d…get a point for me?” Sam asked.

“Sure.” Sebastian replied as he placed the ball on the left side of the striped 13 ball. Sebastian got his hand stretched out and ready on the pool table, with Sam leaning against his back, watching. Sebastian’s other hand was holding the back of the poolstick, getting the angling ready.

He pulled the pool stick back, and got ready to whack the ball with the tip of the pool stick…

But when someone (he assumed it was Sam) had grabbed his sides, Sebastian lost his concentration and paused. He tightened his middle a little bit, before quickly gaining his focus again. He whacked the ball and hit the striped ball directly into the hole. It was like Sam’s touches didn’t affect him…not even a little bit.

“Yes!!” Sam declared, throwing his fists in the air. “Alright, my turn.” Sam grabbed his pool stick and started to look at the ball and what striped ball was closest to his white ball.

Sebastian smiled and loosened his middle again. That was close…If Sam had noticed something about his little pause, then Sebastian might’ve been screwed.

“Hey Sebastian…” Sam lifted his body up and leaned on the pool table. “Do you usually tense up when you’re ready to hit the ball?” Sam asked.

Sebastian bit his inner lip a little bit, unsure whether to lie and let Sam use the same strategy…or tell the truth and create the domino effect into revealing the truth. “Uhhh…” was all he came up with while he thought. He eventually shook his head. “No. Not normally.” Sebastian replied. “It’s recommended that you calm your nerves and relax your muscles while you’re playing.” Sebastian explained.

“But…That’s not what you did.” Sam admitted. “And you still made a perfect shot.”

“I know…I tensed up a bit by accident…” Sebastian admitted.

“Actually…” Sam put the pool stick down and walked up to Sebastian. “You tensed up when I touched you.” Sam gently held Sebastian’s sides. “Specifically here.” Sam added.

Sebastian nodded his head and did everything he could to not tighten his sides this time. He hoped and prayed that if he kept his cool, this whole conversation would blow over.

“But…Now you’re not??” Sam asked. “Wait…” He gasped and let go to cover his mouth. “Was me watching you in action, making you tense?” he asked.

Sebastian widened his eyes. “No! God no.” He replied. Sam seriously hasn’t caught on yet?! This conversation was enough to make a man go insane! “It tickled, okay?” Sebastian spat out. “That’s all it was.”

Sam widened his eyes and stared at Sebastian for a few minutes longer than he probably should’ve. He slowly leaned the pool stick against the pool table before poking Sebastian’s side. This simple poke was enough to make Sebastian squeak and nearly jump out of his skin. “Sam!” Sebastian frowned at him. “Don’t you dare try it.”

Sam smiled brightly and wiggled his fingers at him. “Or else what?” He asked innocently.

Sebastian’s frown began to soften into a nervous look as he attempted to keep his distance from Sam. “Or else I’ll hit you with my poolstick!” Sebastian warned.

Sam laughed at his futile attempts to threaten him, and looked over at Abigail, who was sitting on the couch. “Can you believe this guy?! Threatening to harm me over a few tickles?” Sam teased, his inner brotherly side coming out.

Abigail giggled and crossed her arms. “So rude…” She teased. “I’m rather fascinated. How ticklish is he?” She asked.

Sam smirked and grabbed the pool stick from Sebastian’s hand, and placed it aside. “Why don’t we find out?” Sam asked as he stepped closer to Sebastian.

“S-Sam, I’m warning you.” He attempted. “You try this, and it won’t end well for you.” Sebastian warned.

Sam gave his side a poke. “Boop!” He reacted.

“AAH-” Sebastian attempted to slap his hand away. “Go away!”

Sam then moved around Sebastian and wrapped his arms around his middle, before skittering all 10 of his fingers on his belly and sides. “Gotcha!” Sam declared.

Sebastian wheezed and doubled over, trying his hardest not to laugh right away. He was worried that if his strategies made him laugh, Sam would continue tickling him for at least another 10 minutes. And Sebastian knew this all too well, thanks to seeing how Sam acts around Vincent. “Oh! Oh! Try his armpits!” Abigail declared.

Sebastian shook his head. “Dohon’t you d-dahahare!” He warned, accidentally letting out a few giggles.

Sam chuckled. “Alright.” Sam reacted as he lifted up Sebastian’s right hand and started tickling his right armpit. “How ticklish is-”

Sebastian threw his head back and started letting out long fits of laughter, accidentally interrupting Sam’s question. But…his laughter was a little more higher-pitched than any of them were originally expecting. So hearing it for the first time, really threw them for a loop.

Sam chuckled. “Well would you look at that? Mr. Gloomy Sebby has a cute little laugh.” Sam teased.

Abigail couldn’t help the little blush that filled her cheeks, followed by the cute little smile. “I thought I’d never see the day.” Abigail admitted.

“Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Sebastian shot back at them. “I’ll shut up the moment you stop laughing so adorably.” Sam teased.

Sebastian could feel a blush of his own developing on his fair cheeks. It was kinda nice seeing some color on Sebastian’s cheeks for once.

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo!” Sam teased. “Ihihi’m nohohohot aha chihild!” Sebastian argued. “I know…But it doesn’t change how fun it is to tease you.” Sam replied.

After another couple minutes of tomfoolery, Sebastian attempted to get himself away from Sam. And though it took a bit of scrambling, Sebastian did successfully get out of his grip. “Okahahay, ohokay, okay.” He said, instinctively sitting himself down onto the sofa. “You did what you wanted to do. Now can we go back to the game?” Sebastian asked.

Abigail smirked and cleared her throat in a more obvious fashion. Sebastian quickly widened his eyes and turned to look at Abigail. “H-Hi…” He mumbled, adjusting himself. “Can I…” He trailed off the moment he saw Abigail’s hands rise up with her fingers wiggling in almost a wicked fashion. “H…help you?” Sebastian barely managed to get out of his mouth.

Abigail giggled and skittered her fingers all over the sides and front of his ribs. “Sure! You can help me out by showing us your pretty little laugh again.” She declared as she tweaked his ribs.

Sebastian attempted to defend himself with his hands as he felt a wobbly smile begin to fill his face. Even when Sebastian tried to get her back, she didn’t react! “Awww Sebby…” She smirked. “I’m not very ticklish there.” She told him.

“.....Oh.” Sebastian muttered, not sure what else to say. He could be wrong…but the way she worded it made it sound like she WAS ticklish, just not in the spot he chose at that time.

But before he could actually turn his thoughts into actions, Abigail had moved her fingers up to his back ribs! “What about here? Are you ticklish here?” She asked.

Sebastian arched his back and threw his head back with a long cackle! “HAHAHAhahahaha! AHAHABIHIHI NOHOHOHO!” Sebastian yelled.

“Holy- you’re more ticklish than Sam!” She reacted.

Sam looked over at Abigail with an offended look on his face. “Hey!” He reacted.

“Am I wrong?” Abigail teased.

Sam stuttered a bit before looking down, growing embarrassed. “I-I-” He huffed. “You're lying, you little…” Sam mumbled.

Abigail laughed at his reaction. “‘You little’ what?” She asked. “GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!” Sebastian yelled.

“Why would I tell you that?!” Abigail asked. “Maybe I wanna leave you in frustrating suspense.” She teased. “IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T-” Sebastian yelled next, struggling to get out of Abigail’s grip.

Sam gasped. “You wouldn’t…” He reacted, clearly offended.

“Ohoho, I most certainly wo-” She teased back, only to get distracted by tickly fingers against her armpits. “-hohoHOHOULD! NAHAHAHAHA- SEHEHEHEBBYYY!” She squealed, squeezing her arms against her sides.

“Stohohop kihihilling mehehehe! Ihihi cohohouldn’t breheheheathe.” Sebastian told her.

“IHI’M SOHORRY! IHI’M SOHOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” She shouted.

“Goohood.” Sebastian stopped tickling her and waited for her to relax. When she did, Sebastian took his hands out of her armpits and rubbed away the rest of the phantom tickles that were plaguing him at the moment.

“Yohou good, Sebby?” Abigail asked. “Yeheah. I’m good.” Sebastian replied.

“Need help up, love birds?” Sam asked.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but took his hand and got up off the couch.

“Who told you?” Abigail asked with a teasy voice, taking Sam’s hand and getting up off the couch as well.

“Oh, you know…I’ve seen a few things.” He teased.

Sebastian looked down and held his arm lightly while Abigail gently patted Sebastian’s shoulder.

Feeling the embarrassment taking over, Sebastian slowly walked up to Sam and placed his chin onto Sam’s left shoulder.

“Uh- Sebby?” Sam asked.

Sebastian closed his eyes and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Sam’s middle. He started to close his eyes and snuggle himself into Sam’s arms, showing feelings of comfort and safety within Sam’s grasp. It was really sweet to see.

Abigail smiled and fluffed Sebastian’s hair. “Such a cute little dork.” She teased.

Sebastian only blushed more upon hearing Abigail’s words. “Th…Thankyou…” He mumbled. He looked over at Abigail and smiled, offering her his hand. “Wanna join?” He asked.

Abigail smiled and took his hand, joining the hug as well.

“Yeah! Group hug!” Sam declared, hugging them both. “Does this mean I’m welcome into ‘love bird’ territory?” Sam asked.

Sebastian and Abigail laughed at this and nodded their heads. Of course he is! Sam will always be welcome as a third wheel. In Sebastian’s mind though…he began to secretly hope that Sam could be more than just a third wheel in the future…

If only he works up the courage to ask…

#pool and billiards #teaching #stardrop saloon #cute #funny #ticklefic #ler!sam #switch!sebastian #switch!abigail #fluff #teen romance

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gigglymarvel · 2 years

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The Grouch Meets the Claw (Sam x Bucky)

“I’d love to see bucky x sam where bucky is just insufferably angry at the dumbest things like birds singing, cars revving too loud, the milk carton being empty, etc and sam is just OVER IT and needs bucky to lighten up so he tickles him <3” (Word count: 1201)

Sam was reading a book with his breakfast on repairing the engine on the old fishing boat. It was peaceful, that is, until Bucky came in, muttering to himself as he sat on the couch.

“You could’ve given me a heads up that we were outta milk.” Bucky grumbled as he lay himself down, watching Sam with a slight glare.

He raised his eyebrows, "My niece and nephew drink that. I drink almond milk, cashew milk or coconut milk." Sam replied calmly.

“Kids could’ve asked.” Bucky muttered, sighing as he tried not to react to Sam crunching his cereal so loud, eventually, he cringed at the sound of seagulls.

“Do they ever shut up?!” He snapped, feeling like he could crush a gull with his metal hand right now, not quite realising he was being angry over pretty much nothing.

Sam raised an eyebrow, getting impatient as he slightly raised his voice, "They're kids, Buck. They didn't pee in your Cheerios and you rarely eat cereal, why are you so upset over milk today?"

“I use milk for other things, you know.” The ex Winter Soldier muttered as he rolled to lay on his back, fiddling with his metal fingers. He then groaned when he heard a car revving outside, making him groan and slam a cushion into his face.

“What’s a guy gotta do to have some peace, huh?!” He said a little too loudly, beginning to notice his frustration from every little thing.

Sam slapped his book shut and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Bucky. "Man you need to lighten up," he said, lightly nudging his non-metal arm, making Bucky grunt and lean away.

“Whatever.” He replied simply, brushing Sam’s elbow away as he went to reach for the remote so he could try and figure out how to use the tv.

Sam poked his side, "I'm serious man, lighten up!" He told his friend as Bucky just flinched a little, his eyes widening briefly.

“If how I am is an inconvenience to you then you can read your book elsewhere.” Bucky told him in an attempt to steer away the attention from his flinch.

Sam caught it though, being that he was trained to have eyes like a falcon. "What was that?" He asked as he poked the super soldier again, closer to his belly.

“What was what?” Bucky asked, flinching again as he shoved at Sam’s hand. “Cut it out.” He murmured, trying to ignore him.

"You keep flinching when I poke you," he said and then poked with both index fingers all over Bucky's ribs and belly.

“Yeah because it hurts…” Bucky tried as he bit back a smile as he kept slapping at Sam’s hands, knowing he’d be screwed a million times over if Sam discovered his weakness.

"Hurts? You're a super soldier for crying out loud, it can't possibly hurt. I mean even when you broke your ribs on that mission recon, you were sore but not flinchy like this!" Sam talked aloud until he realized as his mind flashed to his niece and nephew, "Buck, you're ticklish," he smirked with an evil grin before scribbling into the super soldiers sides.

Bucky rolled his eyes but then gasped the second Sam accused him. “Wait nononono-“ he yelped and quickly pushed his hands away. “Don’t you dare!”

The Falcon simply laughed, "Oh my gosh, you're in for it!" He said and bounced and skittered and dug gently into Bucky's belly, causing Bucky to shriek with giggles, shaking his head quickly as he shoved at Sam even more.

“Sahahahaham I swehehear-“ he warned as he thrashed around and curled up a little.

Sam smirked at the super soldier, "Awww but you're grumpy! Laughter is the best medicine Buck! If I'd known it was this easy I'd have tickled your ass the minute you came down with your attitude! Ticktickticktickle!"

Sam’s words made Bucky cringe as he rolled his eyes and curled up on the couch. “You are.. you are such a jerk.” He told him, glaring at him as he tried to cover as much of his body as possible.

Sam decided to to dig into his armpit and his ribs on the side of the metal arm, "C'mon Buck you know you wanna laugh!" .” He teased as Bucky cackled with laughter and shook his head. “NAHAHAHAH!”

"There we go!" Sam smirked and shook in, making Bucky whine and giggle unwillingly, hating that Sam has discovered his weakness. “MEHEHEHEHEAN!”

"You need this! You needed to laaaaugh! Coochiescoochiecoochie coo Bucky boo!' Sam cooed fondly l, making Barnes blush a little and shake his head.

“Yohohohou sound duhuhuhumb!” He protested as he thrashed and shoved at Sam. “Yohohohou dihihihick!”

"You're an ass and I'm gonna tickle you till your grumpy goes away!" He smirked and shook in as Bucky groaned in between his fits of giggles.

“I cahahahant!” He whined, managing to kick Sam off the couch as he laughed helplessly.

"Who knew the super soldier was so ticklish?" Sam teased with a smirk, which caused Bucky to roll his eyes and attempt to roll away from Sam, who was now on the floor.

Sam smirked got up off the floor and pinned him, sitting on his arms and tickling into his armpit again and then shaking his tummy.

“SHIHIHIT WIHIHIHILSON!” Bucky shrieked out, cackling with hysterical laughter as he pulled at his arms, easily freeing his metal one and using it to cover his belly.

Sam pouted and squeezed into Bucky's side instead as he dug into his armpit. "Awww c'mon Barnes, you're just fine! Can't handle some tickles?"

“NOHOHOHO IM DYING!” Bucky cackled out as he rolled onto the side Sam was squeezing in hopes he would trap his hand.

Sam rolled his eyes, "My hand is trapped and still the tickle claw Bucky!" He teased and squeezed in even faster, now grabbing his other side too, causing him to cackle and arch his back.

“I’M NOHOHOHT AHAHAHA KID!” He replied, shrieking with laughter as shoved at Sam even more.

"Maybe you need to remember how to be one," Sam said, and daringly pulled Bucky's shirt up to raspberry his rock hard abs.

“Nono I’m good AAHAHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!” Bucky shrieked with laughter and shoved his shirt down, not expecting the sensation to be so much on someone like him.

Sam smirked, "There, now you're good." He said and finally let Bucky go. The Winter Soldier took in deep breaths, blushing a little as he tried to hold back his smile.

“You.. are such an asshole.” Bucky puffed out, flipping his friend off.

"Do I need to ungrump you again?" Sam threatened with wiggly fingers, making Bucky whine and slap his hands away.

“Nope, not at all, never again.” He replied, although deep down, he didn’t necessarily hate it, as it reminded him of the good old times with Steve.

Sam smiled and gave him a side hug, "Feel better man?" He asked his friend, who admittedly nodded.

“Yeah, thanks, now let’s get your boat fixed.” Bucky told him, grabbing the book out of Sam’s hands before heading out to the docks and working as if he hadn’t been a grump fifteen minutes before.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ler!sam #ticklish!bucky

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Hey this is a serious matter!

Sam Ler platonic

With someone they have known for a while.

“Hey! This is a serious matter!” Sam glared at you from the other side of the funhouse. You giggled again at his chastising of you, continuing to walk over to him.

“It was a serious matter until you almost shit your pants over a painting of a clown,” You chortled, hitting Sam’s bicep. “You gotta get a handle on that fear of yours, Sammy.”

“Shut up. We’ve faced literal killer clowns before,” He jested back. You broke out into laughter again at your rememberance of that night. Sam rolled his eyes, doing his best to hide his unwilling grin from you. “Seriously?”

“I’m sohorry!” You cackled. “I just thought about the glitter agahain! It took you three showers to gehet it all ohoff.”

At this point, Sam couldn’t help but chuckle along with you. Your laugh, to him, was music to his ears. The two of you, along with Dean, had been friends for years and have been hunting side by side since you were in your early twenties—not too much younger than Sam.

Laughing didn’t come often from the three of you, so any chance you had to let loose and have fun, you savored it.

“Yeah, okay, I get it. Ha ha, so hilarious. Can we get back to finding the artifact now?” Sam asked, bumping you on the shoulder.

As much as you wanted to get this hunt over with, it was just one of those days where once you had the giggles, it was close to impossible to get you to stop.

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you with that all-knowing look of his. “You need to stop laughing. Dean is waiting for us.”

“I’m sohohorry, I cahan’t!”

“Fine,” He huffed. “Since you want to laugh so bad…” Sam trailed off, walking around to stand behind you.

“Whahat? What do youhou meHEHEAN!? SAHAM!” You screeched as Sam pinched at your sides. “NOHOHO!”

“What? You didn’t mind laughing a few minutes ago!”

“That’s nohot an invitation toho come and tihihickle me!” You giggled as he kneaded closer to your lower ribs. You grasped onto Sam’s wrists, trying to push him away. “OKAY! OKAHAY! I’ll behe serious!”

Sam halted his attack, snickering at your desperation. “Next time you make fun of me for being scared of clowns, I’ll just remind you how scared you are of a little tickling.”

He punctuated his sentence with one final squeeze to your side.

“AH! Okay, enough! Let’s find that artifact and get out of here,” You mumbled, pushing Sam away from you. “I hate you, by the way.”

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my first time writing for sam!! i hope everyone likes it <3

#supernatural tickle #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural #spn #spn tickle #sam winchester #sam winchester tickle #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #ler!sam #ler!samwinchester #tickle prompts #sentence prompts #tickle drabble

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oliviaischillin1204 · 11 months

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training interrupted

Pairings: Platonic (frenemies lol) SamTory

Word Count: 868 words

if y'all haven't watched the insane fucked up gay cyclical trauma enemies-to-friends melodrama that is cobra kai, i don't know what to tell you other than. PLEASE watch it ajhdfghdjsk

"What was that?"

"Nothing," Tory hissed. She shoved at the other girl's shoulders, but Sam was clearly using all of her weight to keep her down on the mat. They'd been sparring, and Tory had been winning, which of course meant that Sam had to pull some cheating shit like this. Tory honestly couldn't remember how they'd gotten in this position-- she remembered throwing a kick, then Sam had grabbed her leg, bringing them both down to the floor, and suddenly she was pinned, staring up at the face of one very sweaty, very pretty, and very annoyingly smug Samantha LaRusso.

So Tory had used as much momentum as possible to knee her in the back, which... ended up being something of a mistake. Because Sam fell forward, her elbows buckling and one of her hands slipping from where it was pinning Tory's upper arm. Her fingers had curled as they slid down Tory's bicep, landing just next to her armpit.

And Sam had tensed up after the knee to her back; she'd been ready to keep the training-slash-brawl going. But Tory hadn't made any other moves.

She was too busy giggling.

"Sounded like you were giggling," Sam said helpfully, pressing her body even heavier against Tory's. The Cobra Kai girl snarled up at her.

"Fuck off, you just- knocked my breath out when you fell on me." She pushed again, but Sam was deceptively heavy for someone so small. "Get off!"

Sam quirked her head. "Oh, but then I wouldn't get the chance to do this."

She once again pressed all of her body weight to keep Tory as pinned as possible, as her one hand returned right to the edge of Tory's armpit. Her nails glided over the thin skin of her bicep, stroking up, and down, and up, and down- each brush reaching just a bit closer to her defenseless underarm.

"LaRusso," Tory hissed, face murderous. "I will- kill- you- no!"

Her last word came on a gasp of breath, right before Sam scribbled her perfectly manicured nails right under Tory's arm. And the dam broke.

"Nohohohohoho fuck off!" Tory screamed, actually screamed, because wow holy fuck it's been a long time since anyone's done this to her and she was not fucking ready for it right now, when she was already sore and tired from training.

Sam cooed with an infuriating patronization. "Oh my gosh, is Tory Nichols... ticklish?" She gasped, readjusting herself to keep Tory's flailing body pinned. "Big, bad Tory gets all giggly from some ticklies? Yeah? You can't handle some widdle tickles?"

She shot her hand down to squeeze blindly at Tory's upper ribs, her fingers curling around to massage the back of her side at the same time. Tory arched her back, which of course made it fucking worse but she literally couldn't think of what else to do. All of her karate training was slipping from her brain like water through a sieve; she couldn't manage to do anything more than wildly kicking her legs behind Sam.

"Maybe I'll do this the next time we're on the mat," Sam said, and honestly fuck her for being so goddamn smug about this. Her smile was bright and sharp, her tongue poking out when she found a particularly good spot. "Maybe everyone should see how cute you get when you're all giggly and squirmy. Give some of the newbies a chance to actually beat you for once."

She brought her hand back up to Tory's underarm, fluttering dangerously softly all over the area, and Tory's laughter returned from shrieks to giggles.

"Don't say shihihit," she gasped. "I'll fucking- ahaha- I'll kill you."

Sam tsked. "Yeah, you said that already. Got any other threats?" SHe grinned again, making sure to catch Tory's eye. "Or how about... we'll stop once you say I'm the winner."

"Bullshit!" Tory said; Sam raised her eyebrow and gave her some harder underarm tickles as a punishment. Tory couldn't stop writhing around under the other girl's deft fingers if she tried- and fuck, was she trying. "Stohohohop!"

"Just say I'm the winner," Sam sang, "and this'll all be over." She resituated herself again, nearly resting her chin on Tory's chest as she sighed in contentment. Like she was getting fucking comfortable.

Oh, absolutely fuck that.

Tory summoned the last of her remaining strength, and with one more yell like a kiai, she shoved herself forward with enough strength to throw Sam off. Well, not throw her all the way off, because Tory's arms were weak and her stomach hurt from laughing so much and she was still twitchy with leftover tingles running through her body, but she did manage to knock Sam off balance just a bit, which was all Tory needed.

In less than a second, the positions were reversed. Tory held herself over Sam, sweaty, hair unkempt, and brutally aware of how flushed her face must look- but she had LaRusso pinned. That's all she needed.

"You," she hissed, still catching her breath, "are fucking dead, Princess."

Sam's eyes widened in fear just as she opened her mouth, but Tory didn't even give her a chance. She'd show her who was the real winner around here.

#my posts #my writing #cobra kai tickles #tickling #tickle fics #lee!tory #ler!sam #minific #just a lil guy #that's been in my drafts for a year and a half LMAOOO #drafted on january 15 2022 #technically shouldn't be under a readmore since it's a minific (per my own rules)#buuuuuut this is a smaller fandom and i dont wanna bombard the ck fans w tfic lmao #edit edit: i finished this last week and forgot WAHHH #i wanted to build up more a backlog before i posted but. lol.#tbh i have worked on a lot of different fics lately!#it's just finishing them that's hard #anyways here we go :3

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