#ticklish!sammy

[cringemesstickles]

Cat And Mouse

Summary: This is basically just the scene from s10e03 except it’s normal and Dean is just Dean and also isn’t trying to kill Sam-

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,010

A/N: *Posts this and runs*

Literally this is all I could think about during this scene. :’)

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“Cmon sammy, don’t you wanna hang out with your big brother?” Dean called out, stalking the bunkers halls in search for his little brother.

Sam heard his brother’s taunts, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t too far.

This little cat and mouse game had gone on for about a minute; Dean calling out taunts and teases while Sam tried to get himself as far away as possible from his playful older brother.

The goal was to get to Dean’s room, as It’d be too obvious to hide in his own; and besides, it was only a few corners away.

“Sammy? You’re just making this worse for yourself man.”

Sam pressed himself against the wall when he heard his brother’s voice from around the corner.

He was so screwed.

He peered over the right hand corridor, Dean’s room was right there! If he was stealthy enough, he may be able to slip under Deans radar.

Just as he was about to make a break for it…

“GOTCHA!” Dean grabbed his younger brother and flung him over his shoulder, carrying him to his bedroom.

How Dean was able to carry him, Sam had no clue.

Dean wasn’t weak by any means, but Sam was 6'4 for crying out loud!

Whatever!

There’s no time to dwell on it! right now, he had to find a way to escape.

When they reached the room, Dean dumped his brother onto his bed and quickly climbed on top of him, making sure he was pinned.

“Well little brother, it seems I’ve caught you…” He said through an evil grin,

“You know what happens next, don’t you Sammy?” raising his hands, he wiggled his fingers above Sam’s stomach.

“Dean w-wait, can’t we talk about thihihis?” A nervous giggle slipped past his lips as he started pleading with his big brother.

The sight of his brother’s wiggling fingers tore down his crumbling resolve, reducing him to a giggly mess.

“Sorry Sammy, I caught you fair and square… take your punishment like a man!”

With that, he vibrated his claws into the center of Sam’s belly, making the younger scream with laughter.

“NOHOHO DEHEHEAN, WAHAIT!!”

Dean grinned cheekily.

“I’m already tickling you, there’s nothing to wait for!”

Sam gripped the soft sheets, head thrown back in mirth, laughing harder than he has in a long while.

Dean’s hands drifted to Sam’s sides, kneading the sensitive flesh while an evil grin made its way to his face.

“Ohhh, I get it… you just can’t wait for me to raspberry that cute belly of yours!”

He said, letting a finger trail back to his brother’s stomach and lightly tracing.

Just at the mention of raspberries, Sam’s eyes widened, shooting his hands down to protect his tummy from the inevitable attack.

“Nonono! Dean, please dohohohont!!”

He was squirming side to side, trying anything to throw his brother off.

“Why not? Too ticklish? Surely you can handle a couple measly raspberries.. unless you really are that ticklish?” The older brother tapped against the younger’s side thoughtfully, smile glued to his own face at the image of his little brother so happy and carefree.

Sam’s face reddened, the teasing easily getting under his skin.

“Shut uhuhuhup!!!” His hands moved from protecting his stomach to covering his face in embarrassment.

“Hey!” Dean poked his brother’s belly button, eliciting a squeak.

“Don’t tell your big brother to shut up!”

As if to punish his little brother for his actions, he dove his head down and blew raspberry after raspberry on the ticklish tummy.

“NOOO DEHEHEAN, I’M SORREEHEHEHE!!” The taller squealed, bucking his hips and shoving at his brothers head.

Sam could feel the older’s smile against his skin; he didn’t know what got Dean in such a playful mood but he had to admit, he was having a lot of fun. It felt nice to let go and laugh, and it felt nice for Dean to hear his brother laugh for real.

It’s not that Sam’s laughter was never genuine, it’s just that it was never really full on laughter, only light chuckles mostly at Dean’s expense.

This laughter on the other hand, loud, boisterous, happy, this was the laughter that Dean had missed so much.

He lifted his head to give his brother a break, lightly tracing along his sides.

“Sorry’s not gonna cut it, Sam. Telling your big brother to shut up is a horrible offense!”

Sam just giggled.

“You tehehell me to shut up ahahall the tihihime!”

Dean shrugged.

“Well, I’m the big brother. I’m allowed.” He grinned at the eye roll he received.

“You’re sohoho annoying.” Sam grumbled, his attempt at a frown looking more like a pout.

“Aww, there’s no need to pout, Sammy. Luckily, I know just how to fix it!”

He caught both of his brothers wrists and pinned them to either side of him, diving down again, this time nuzzling against Sam’s belly, rough stubble rubbing against soft skin and making it all the more ticklish.

The younger hunter snorted, throwing his head back and screaming with bright happy laughter.

“DEHEHE!! N-NOT THAHAHAT!”

Sam was practically screeching, squirming as best he could.

The older brother laughed against the shaking tummy, finding the reactions both funny and cute.

“Why not? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”

“IHIHIT TICKLES!!”

Dean laughed.

“Well that’s all the reason to continue!”

Tears of mirth were starting to form in Sam’s eyes and his cheeks were getting sore from smiling so much.

Dean could tell it was about time to let up, he gave his brother one last raspberry before rolling off of him.

Sam curled into ball with his arms wrapped around his stomach, leftover giggles falling from his lips.

The older hunter grinned and pat the younger on the shoulder.

“You alright there, little brother?”

Sam nodded, a smile still stuck to his face as he tried to get his giggles under control.

“I hahahate you.”

Dean chuckled at that.

“No you don’t.”

Sam’s laughter subsided a bit but his smile still remained

No I don’t…

#mess writes #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #lee!sam #lee!sammy #ler!dean #spn tickling #spn tickles #spn tickle fic #spn tword content #spn tickle content #supernatural tword content #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickling #sam and dean #NOT WINCEST #anti wincest #tickle community #tword content #sfw tickling #tickles #tickle fic #tfb

[fluffyhare]

settled 💙

for @smolknismofox !

🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞

#Sammy you are a delight to draw 💙 #tickling art #tickling #tickling community #tickle art #ticklish #tickle #sfw tickling community #fluffyart #avery nimbus #ler!avery

[smolknismofox]

Your ler pinning you down and tickling you out of your mind while watching tv is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Just ignoring all the pleas and begging and squeals as they tickle and tickle and tickle~

#sammy talks #bc things happened tonight that were evil and mean and lers are stinky #tickles #ticklish #tickle #tickling community #tickle community #tickling #sfw

[pahtoosh]

Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?

mouthed and dangerous

masterlist

18+

wc: ~460 words

warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.

a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

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“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”

Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”

You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.

“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”

“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.

“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”

If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.

Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.

He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.

Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.

“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”

He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”

You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.

Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”

Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.

“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.

A beat of silence passed.

“Just one,” you said, nervously.

He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.

“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”

You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”

#bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #mafia!bucky x little!reader #mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader #drabble #fluff #tickles #tickling #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #mouthed and dangerous #mouthed-and-dangerous #toosh writes #i hope you like this anon! #i wish it wasn’t so short but thats just how the cookie crumbles #requests

[soft--dragon]

Taking A Break

Words: 1,794

Warnings: None

This is my first Supernatural fic!! I started the show a few months ago and I'm on season 15 now (lord help me) Hope you guys enjoy <3

This is all entirely platonic, I do not ship wincest. Do not tag it as such. Wincest shippers do NOT interact with this post.

This was inspired by this absolutely adorable fanart by @carrie-tate . Go show her some love!! His work is incredible :D

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Now, Sam wanted to go on record to say that he was grateful for Dean being his big brother. He had looked up to him ever since he was a kid, trying to be just like Dean - having a strong heart and an even stronger sense of loyalty. Where their dad had failed in their youth, Dean had picked up the shattered pieces left behind and made Sam's childhood as good as it could be. He'd sacrificed everything for Sam, and he'd do it again in a heartbeat. Hell, Dean had practically said those words himself.

Sam was lucky to have Dean. He knew that.

However, right now, he really, really wanted to be anywhere but stuck in a motel room with his big brother.

“Stay away from me, you dick!”

“C’mon Sammy, you can’t seriously still be ticklish can you?”

“I said stay away!”

Sam’s face was split into a wide, nervous grin, shifting his weight from foot to foot on his side of the dining table the motel room had. Dean was almost entirely leaning over the damn thing, a toothy smile on his face with that same spark in his eyes Sam had often seen when they were kids. He honestly didn’t know what spurred Dean into such a playful mood, and he knew what was surely coming along with it.

“We were in the middle of researching!” protests Sam, trying to divert Dean’s attention to the more important task of hunting the latest creature of carnage.

Dean merely scoffs. “Nope. You were researching and acting like you had a stick up your ass, I’m simply helping you balance work and living.”

“The work kinda is our life, Dean-”

“And there you go again.” Dean sighs impatiently. “Could you liven up at least a little? The motel room feels even sadder than usual when you get broody.”

Dean suddenly lunged around the table and advertently kicked Sam’s fight or flight into overdrive, a rather undignified squawk leaving the younger man’s mouth in fear of the speed his brother tore around the furniture. He bolted around the table to stop at the opposite side, mirroring his brother, who was grinning even wider.

“Stohop!” Sam pleads, a breathless laugh weaseling into his words and only egging Dean on more.

“Why? You’re laughing, aren’t you? That’s good!”

“Dean, I am going to kill you,” Sam swears, trying to look serious - but with his anticipatory smile and bright eyes, it was difficult to seem threatening.

Dean snorts. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Then, with the engrained speed of a trained hunter, Dean fakes out a fast step to the right and causes Sam to take off to the left around the table - straight into Dean’s awaiting trap. Realising his error immediately, Sam yelps and tries to backpedal in a panic, but Dean leaps forward and wrestles him onto the carpet before he can even hope to escape.

“Goddamnit!”

Sam’s outraged shout only made Dean laugh harder. “You gotta stop falling for that, Sammy,” he comments playfully, grabbing his little brother’s swinging arm and forcing it to the floor. In a split second, Sam’s yells of annoyance morphed into fast-paced pleads as he registered being pinned.

“No- no, Dean, listen- I’ll take a break, okay? I’ve been a stick in the mud, and whatever else you think. We’ll go out and get a drink somewhere. Sound good? Great. Fantastic. Now lemme up.”

Dean smirks in amusement as Sam bargained like a crossroads demon desperate to get a sale - paired with a nervous grin and hands held up in defense. As he pauses to take a breath between his rambled offers, Dean hums, effectively making Sam stop short.

“Tempting offer, but I think we'll both be entertained by this, bud.”

With the hand not holding his brother's wrist captive, he starts to poke along Sam's midriff, grinning when his younger sibling flinches away from it with a strangled noise.

"Dean!"

"Mhm?" Dean hums innocently, delighting in every involuntary jerk and muffled squeak Sam gave at the light prodding.

"Cut it out." Sam hisses through tightly pressed lips, eyes crinkling with his wobbly grin as he fruitlessly tried to avoid Dean's probing fingers.

Dean almost looked offended. "Cut it out? Dude, I haven't done this to you in years. Let a big brother be nostalgic."

Then, without any warning, he quickly squeezed at Sam’s sides, causing a shrill yelp to suddenly pierce the air. Sam dissolves into fits of laughter instantly, wriggling on the carpet in his mirth from childhood instinct.

“Aaaa~nd there it is," Dean snorts, his unforgiving nails digging into Sam's side and delighting in the familiar hiccuping giggles pouring from his brother's mouth. Even after all these years, his laugh hadn't changed a bit. "Always gonna be a little brother."

Sam's legs flailed wildly, shoes scuffing the floor in a repetitive motion to not kick Dean in the back. Though it was growing tempting the longer his big brother kept scratching at his damn sides.

"Dehehehean!" He protests through tumbling laughter, pressing an arm against Dean's chest to shove him away, but he hadn't grown out of his childhood habits. His strength was being sapped by the tingling sensation plaguing his body.

Dean notices and chuckles fondly. "What? Got something you wanna say, little brother?"

"Ihihim twehehenty fohohour!"

"And yet here you are on the floor giggling like a child. Something doesn't add up here, Sammy."

While his hand journeyed to squeeze up and down Sam's ribs, causing the man to be honest-to-god squeak in laughter, Dean got a rather mean idea. He lifts his hand above Sam, wiggling his fingers, and instantly, Sam curls into himself with wide eyes. The hand pressed against Dean's chest swiped out to snatch up the older man's wrist.

"Nonononono- nohoho Dehehean!" He pleads, his bright laughter unbridled in a way Dean hadn't heard in far too long. "Nohohot thahat!"

"Aww, why not? You loved this growing up."

Sam's face burns with warmth, suddenly glad he was already flushed from laughing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him live that reaction down. "Ihihi dihidn't!"

"Liar, liar, Wendigo on fire," Dean scoffs, prodding Sam's stomach with his free hand and smirking as the man did his best impression of a folding chair, his giggles melding with snorts. With little difficulty, he tugs his wrist from Sam's grip and returns to the wiggling motion above his little brother.

Sam's nervous giggles increased as Dean kept his hand suspended, watching with wary eyes as it seemed to circle above like a vulture. Though, with Sam's eyes locked to the overhead threat, he didn't see the second wave coming until there was a sudden flurry of feather light touches ghosting over his neck.

"W-Wahahait! Crahahahap!" Sam squeaks helplessly, shoulders rocketing to his ears to block Dean's fingers from tormenting the soft spot. It had been a favorite of Jessica's when she wanted to mess with him - a delicate kiss or soft fingernails were enough to make him fold into himself in seconds. It was something she had used against him constantly when they were dating.

"Dehean!" Sam whines, pressing his head against his shoulders alternatively when his older brother starts targeting his ears.

Dean's heart melted slightly at Sam's childish noises, his smirk slipping into a fond grin without him realising. "Did you get more ticklish since you left for Stanford?" he asks, half teasing - half genuinely curious as he sneaked a few fingers into the gaps of Sam's top ribs, dangerously close to his underarms that were ridiculously sensitive.

Sam instantly jack-knifed in reflex, an embarrassing yelp pulling from his throat as he tried to protect his infamous soft spot. "Nohot thehere, Dehehehean! Uhuncle!" He cries out, half rolling onto his side and swatting at Dean's hands that place gentle pokes up and down his ribcage. As much as he was enjoying messing around with Dean, he wasn't sure he could handle that spot being tormented.

Thankfully, Dean hears the weary notes in Sam's voice from laughing so much. He chuckles fondly and pulls his hands away from the sensitive skin, observing his little brother, who is becoming one with the floor. The younger man gulps air into his worn-out body, holding his stomach that was slightly aching from laughter.

"J-Jesus," he gasps, wiping at his eyes that had gathered moisture from mirth. "That was brutal."

"Be grateful I didn't actually go for your worst spots," Dean snickers, "think we would've got a noise complaint with your screaming."

Sam kicks Dean's shin with his signature 'resting bitch face', but the lingering smile on his lips took away the effect. "Jerk," he grumbles.

"Bitch," Dean says right back with a warm grin.

He starts to get up from his crouched position on the floor, when Sam suddenly grabs his arms and yanks him straight back down, rolling Dean onto his back smoothly with practiced form. Dean's grunt of alarm was cut off by his own high-pitched shriek as it felt like electricity bolted through his hips.

"Don't think I've forgotten about your weakness too, Dean," Sam laughed, his thumbs making quick work in reducing Dean to nothing but a ball of loud laughter.

"Y-YOHOU DIHICKHEHEAD!" Dean yells out through hearty laughter, twisting on the floor for escape, but Sam wasn't giving him an out. He'd forgotten how quickly Sam could recover from these attacks.

"Sure, I'm the dickhead for getting revenge on you when you attacked me first," Sam rolls his eyes, then shifts his thumbs to massage along the tops of Dean’s hip bones. The older man throws his head back with a screech that could raise the dead, kicking his legs out and arms desperately trying to shove Sam away.

“Christ, Dean, you're the one that's gonna get us the noise complaint if you keep that up,” Sam snickers, yet he didn’t shift from that little bundle of nerves that was making Dean shriek with laughter.

Dean couldn’t formulate a snappy comeback. Instead, he just smacked Sam wherever he could reach in retaliation. Was it a well-thought-out counterattack? No, absolutely not, but it was better than doing nothing.

The motel room was filled with Dean's bright laughter for a good while, after all Sam had a retaliation mission to complete and years' worth of revenge to cash in. Though Dean didn't make it easy for him, managing to reverse their roles a few times throughout the ordeal - knowing how to take Sam down from growing up together.

The research lay abandoned on the table for the rest of the afternoon, ignored by the brothers duking it out - curses and laughter thrown around the room. The monster of the week could wait a little while longer. The boys deserved the break.

#lee!sam winchester #ler!dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester #not wincest #wincest dni #supernatural tickle #spn #supernatural #my fanfic

[regularme12]

Supernatural Tickle fic

Summary: Dean, from all these years not seeing his little brother, forgot he was hella ticklish, until one faithful night...

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"Oh my god, Why did I ever think hunting that clown, would be a good thing...?"

Sam and Dean both got back from a fearful hunt, on Sam's part. The little brother found this mystery in a news article, and he acted on it bc he thought that's what their dad would've wanted them to do. After Dean realized what the hunt was about, he made it his mission to tease his brother till they got to the carnival, and hell, even during the investigation he still did it. They got back to their motel, and Sam fell straight on the bed in a Patrick Star pose, with his arms stretched out beside his head, and his legs fell off the bed. Dean, being a good older brother, went to go join him, not to comfort him, to tease him more.

"Wow, Sam. That clown really got to you huh?" Dean laughed, while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Shove it, Dean." Sam threw a pillow at his face, in which his older brother caught it with ease, laughing even more. "Wow, I'm glad you find this soooo funny, smartass." Sam on the other hand didn't.

"Awww, come on, Sammy, You need to laugh more in your life, you're so tense all the time."

"It's Sam, I'm not a little kid no more. And quit teasing me about my stupid phobia, at least I'm not scared to fly." Sam smirked.

"Hey!" Dean got a little defensive over that, "You can die in a plane crash!"

"And apparently clowns kill, who looks stupid now."

There was a moment of silence until the older brother threw a pillow at his younger brother, surprising him in the midst. "Still you, haha"

"Ack! Dean! Quit your shit."

"Oh noo... Sam... BEHIND YOU!!"

Sam got scared and jumped up looking behind him, "WHAT?!"

"IT'S A CLOWN AND IT CAME TO KILL YOU!! OOGA BOOGA!!!" Dean took this chance and skittered his fingers on the latter's sides.

"Ahhh!! Dehehehean!! Stohohohop!!" Sam fell back squeezing his arms to his sides, kicking and squirming around.

"Wow, Sammy, after two years of not seeing you, you are still so ticklish since u were a kid. You know by now u oughta grow out of that." Dean towered over him pinning his arms down under his knees.

"Stohohohop!!! Dean! Please! You knohohow how muhuhuhuch I hate ihihit when you tihihihickle me!!!"

"I don't think I remember correctly, my mind's all foggy, I mean, after you left me and dad alone so you can go to college. I kinda missed pinning you down like this and tickling the shit out of you." Dean went and tazed both his sides, going up to his neck to tickle there, and moved back down to his sides whenever Sam decided to scrunch up his neck.

"Nahhhhaha, Dean!! Quhuhuhuitttt your shihihit, right fuuhuhucking now! I leheheft for two years! Nohohohot a dehehehcade, dumbass!"

"Wowwww, you're in this situation, and you still made it your mission to be a total smart ass? I think bad boys like you should be punished~." Dean jumped up on to his brother's chest, cuffing his legs around his arms to still immobolize him.

"Ugh, Dean, get your ass out of my fa-AHAHAHACE! NOOO AHAHAHAH STOHOHOP I HAHAHATE THAT I HAHAHAHATE THIS!!!" Dean went to knead at his hip bones, rubbing his thumbs in circles inside the hollow area.

"Oh, that's one thing I can remember. You're insanley ticklish on your hips, but it's not your worst spot. Do you want to help me jog my memory and remind me where it was again?"

"GOHOHO TO HELL!!"

"You do know, if u tell me now, I'll stop this whole ordeal and you can go away scott free, but if u don't... I may not stop for another good hour, Sammy."

"Fuck! Ok, whahahit!!"

"I'm not waiting.." Dean slowly started from his hip bone, and dragged his finger up to his worst spot, "Tell me now... or..."

"DAMN!! Dehehehan please, dohohon't."

"1..." He got closer.

"Dean!"

"2.." He got even closer~

"Wait, Dean! Please!"

"3..." Oh, he was right under it, wriggling his finger.

"FUCK!! DEAN!! STOP!!"

"Wow, you must really like saying my name. Wish it was yours, huh? Well, guess I'll just have to find out myself, bc you're not budging!" Dean started descending down with his finger. Until his lee yelled.

"OK!! FUCKING OK!!! It's my navel you basted!! IT'S MY FUCKING NAVEL, NOW STOP!!"

"Ohhh, you mean this part is your worst spot?" Dean started lightly scratching inside of his belly button.

"AH! DEAN! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T!" Sam kicked his knee so far up as a reflex and kicked his older brother square in the eye.

"OW! FUCK!" Dean, got off him falling to the side on the bed, holding his eye.

"Oh my god! Dean! Are you alright?! Here, I'll go get ice!!" Sam hurriedly got off the bed, and scarmbled to the freezer to get an ice pack, but all he could find was peas, so he used that instead.

"I'm fine, Sam. It's my fault. I should've stopped when you wanted me to. But you use to love tickling, you would beg dad and me to tickle you all the time , haha."

"Dean. I was 5, I'm 22 now, so I don't like that shit no more. I didn't know what was going on at the time, I used to love it, yh, but as I grew older, I hate the feeling now, that's all."

"Woah, all this sentalmental talk, you're not gonna expect me to hug you now, right?"

"No, Dean."

"Alright good."

There was more awkward silence, until Dean started chuckling.

"What's so funny now?!" Sam looked over with annoyance in his eyes

"I remember when I used to pin you down, and Dad started tickling your belly button, and you kicked him so hard in the back he had to go to the hospital and get physical therapy, couldn't walk for at least a good three days, give or take. And you were 13, so imagine how my eye feels right now!! Hahaha."

Sam started remembering that time, and chuckled too by how stupid it was, "Haha, shut up!" He punched his older brother's arm. "And don't forget you're ticklish too, if not, worse."

Dean got chills through his body by looking at Sam's evil smirk, inching towards him. The soon to be lee quickly got off the bed in a state of protests, "Wait, Sam, listen, ok?! I tickled you bc u were tense, I had to lay off some steam, you're finna tickle me for the hell of it, that's so unfair! You wouldn't do something like that to someone who's injured, right? Look at my eye! I may go blind now!"

"Just think of it as some revenge," Sam started chasing Dean around their small ass motel.

"NO SAM!! STOP PLEASE!!!" He put up a good race around the bed with a pea pack on his eye for a good 5 minutes. Sam could've easily tickled him sooner, but he loves the chase. He leaped across the bed, and pinned him down, and started tickling him.

Well, guess they both got what they wanted, right?

#tickle #tickle fic #supernatural #supernatural tickle

[mike-the-switch]

brb blocking you before your posts kill me /j

awww are they getting to you a little too much, my poor ticklish sammy?🤭

#Sam is so adorable

[sparrowofthedawnsworld]

don’t imagine play fighting with Sam, giggling and gasping as you fight for the upper hand with everything in you.

Of course, he pins you, peering down at you with that heart stopping smile.

“Go ahead, get up.” he grins, tightening his grip around your wrists a little more. “Try to get away.”

You struggle, giggling and huffing as you attempt to pull yourself out of his strong grip.

“Come onnn, you’re stronger than that!”

“I’m barely even holding you!”

He fires more teasing phrases at you, only making you blush and giggle even more.

After a moment, Sam leans down, placing random kisses all over your face as you continue squirming around.

“Sammy!” You squeak, surpassing the little giggles and full on laughing now. “You’re not fair!”

“Poor baby just isn’t strong enough,” he shakes his head, lips gently biting at your neck and sending you into more laughter. “Kinda forgot about this little ticklish spot. It’s s’cute.”

After your laughter falls silent, he relents, letting go of you and flashing you another sickeningly sweet smile.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let you go, I guess.”

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Or on the dirtier side, his teasing phrases go more like this:

“So needy. You like when I hold you down like this? You like being this helpless?”

“My sweet, needy girl.”

“You don’t even want me to let you go, do you, princess?” “Of course you don’t.”

“And what if I held you down and made you cum right here? What then, doll face? What would you do then?”

(I’m in shambles thanks to something @samkooszka sent me. Y’all can thank her for this 😵‍💫)

#gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka fluff #gvf fluff #sam gvf #greta van fleet #sammy gvf

[dreamingticklee]

Squealing Santa 2023

Happy Holidays @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers !!! I hope you enjoy your gift and that I fulfilled your prompt to your liking! Hope you have had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you the happiest new year! Enjoy! 🎄

And big thank you to my dear @hypahticklish for another year of hosting @squealing-santa ✨️

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Ler!Gabriel/Lee!Sam

Words: 829

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"So, Sammy boy, what'll it be?"

The devious voice of the archangel teased it's way into Sam's brain, causing a bright blush to rise to the surface of his skin. Limbs spread apart towards all four corners of the bed by an invisible force, Sam knew he was in for it. (And maybe he wanted to be.)

"I, um...mhmhmhm...don't know."

Gabriel feigned surprise. "You don't know? Well, now, that just won't do!" He slowly sauntered closer to Sam's prone, vulnerable position on the bed and his expression grew into a tantalizing smirk. "Here, tell ya what, I'll be nice and help you figure it out. Now, let's see..."

Gabriel reached out and let his hand hover over Sam's unprotected armpit. He took one finger and tauntingly circled it around, just merely an inch above contact, to which Sam sucked in a breath trying to hold in his creeping laughter, the anticipation already too great to handle.

"Hmm, how about here?" The archangel landed a few ticklish pokes in the stretched hollow.

Sam gasped with a squeak. "No!"

"No? Not there? Then should I try..." Gabriel moved his eager hand to the side of Sam's ribs with a sudden quickness and squeezed in a pulsing succession. "...here? Is this what you want?"

Jolting up with a startled laugh, Sam balked at the tazering zips that shocked his ribcage. It wasn't fair that just a few accurately pinpointed squeezes already had him squirming like bait on a hook. "Stop it!"

"Okay, okay." Gabe took his hand away...only for it to come back seconds later for one more taste and Sam squealed.

"Aww, how adorable."

"Gabe!"

"Yes?"

"I-"

"You want me to tickle you so bad? All you had to do was ask!"

Not wasting another second, Gabriel's fingers started making quick work to skitter all over Sam's stomach. Sam's body began to dance with uncontrollable giggles brightly shimmering out of his chest, sounding like music to Gabriel's ears and fueling his fire. The tips of his practiced fingers knew just the right amount of speed and pressure to effectively dismantle his prey.

"This is one of your favorite spots isn't it?"

"Shut uhuhup!" Sam felt a wave of heat rush to his cheeks. Gabe wasn't wrong, it was just rude of him to say that out loud.

"You know what I think would make this even more fun though?" With a flick of the wrist, Gabriel tossed the hem of Sam's shirt up, exposing a strip of skin. Taking a big, dramatic breath, the archangel leaned down and connected his lips to Sam's quivering tummy and blew.

Sam busted out into loud laughter, arching his back.

Gabriel smirked against Sam's skin. "Aha, that's the ticket, huh?" He blew again. And again. And again.

The tingling vibrated into Sam's veins and sent a thrill rushing through his system. It seemed like with each raspberry blown onto his sensitive skin, the ticklish feeling grew and grew, radiating from his glowing core.

"Ahahahaa!! Stop it!"

"No can do, Bucko." Gabriel continued blowing raspberries all over Sam's middle while also deciding to bring his fingers back into play, scribbling them up and down Sam's sides. He relished in the growing changes of pitch of Sam's laughter with each new raspberry placed.

A few moments had passed when, without warning, Gabe came to a sudden stop. "You know what? I think we're missing something." And just like magic, four hovering feathers appeared, two by each of Sam's feet. Under the Trickster's control, the feathers were put into position and made contact, two feathers stroking the sole of each foot while the other two feathers began sawing through both sets of toes.

The soft, yet torturous tickles sent a new wave of sensation through Sam's affected body. "NoooOOOHOHOHO!"

Gabriel let out a smug, contented sigh. "Ahhh, that's much better! Now, where was I?...Oh, yeah!" Pfffft.

Sam screamed. The combination of Gabriel's playful raspberries and nimble fingers attacking his torso with the new addition of the teasing feathers having their way with his feet was absolutely lethal. His nerves were alight with ticklish demise and he couldn't do anything but writhe around on the bed and laugh his heart out. But that's what was so thrilling of it all. Sam was used to being the hunter, not the hunted. And now here he was under the playful, silly control of his "predator" and it was always an exciting feeling.

Suddenly, a new voice coming from the doorway broke him from his thoughts.

"Need an extra set of hands?"

Sam gasped. "Dean, NO!"

Gabriel laughed as his tickling came to a pause. "Well, hey there, Deano! I think Sam would definitely love some help with his armpits."

"No problem." Dean made his way over to the head of the bed.

"Nonono NO! Stop this isn't fair!"

Gabe scoffed. "Since when do I ever care about being fair?"

Pffffft.

Renewed screams and laughter filled the room once again.

#ss 2k23 #squealing santa #squealing santa 2023 #spn tickle fic #ler!gabriel #lee!sam #sabirel tickle fic

[cringemesstickles]

Honey Sweet Laughter

(TickleTober Day 16: Unusual Spot)

Summary: Gabriel discovers a new tickle spot on his boyfriend

Pairing: Sabriel

Word Count: 709

A/N: Some Sabriel tickles because they’re adorable

Anyway, ticklish arms are so underrated, goodbye

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One of the first things Gabriel learned about Sam Winchester was that he was incredibly ticklish. Obviously, this would come in handy for a trickster such as himself, and he uses it against his serious boyfriend every chance he gets.

As soon as he learned about Sam’s sensitivity, he quickly found all of his tickle spots.

Or so he thought…

On one lazy evening, the couple was huddled together on the bunkers sofa, enjoying some alone time on a day off.

Gabriel leaned in close and gave his boyfriend a peck on the cheek, delighting in the warmth of his presence.

“I told you a rest day was a good idea.” Said the archangel, grabbing the taller man’s hand and giving it a kiss.

Sam giggled and leaned into the touch, melting at the sensation of warm lips on his soft skin.

“Alright, I’ll admit it… for once, you had a good idea.” He teased lightly, earning a theatrical gasp from Gabriel.

“All of my ideas are good ones and I am offended that you seem to think otherwise!”

Sam giggled again, amused by his lover’s theatrics.

To Gabriel, the sound was like a drug, addictive, always leaving him wanting more. It was a sound so sweet, it could give honey a run for it’s money.

Gabriel did always have a sweet tooth.

Overfilled with affection, the archangel brought Sam’s wrist to his lips and started littering the skin with quick, playful kisses, traveling upwards to the delicate skin of his inner elbow.

The sensation sent sparks through Sam’s arm, drawing out a surprised gasp, followed by a storm of titters.

“Gahahabe! T-That tickles!” The hunter lightly tugged at his arm, his stomach filling with butterflies.

Gabriel froze and looked up at his boyfriend’s smiling face, utterly delighted by the reaction.

“Oh? A new tickle spot, you say?” He kept a firm grip on Sam’s wrist and used his other to spider his fingers from the wrist to the crook of the elbow, prompting the muscles to twitch and shake.

Sam let his head fall back against the couch, letting out sounds that could only be described as angelic.

“Just when I thought I had found all your tickle spots~”

Sam’s laughter reached a new pitch when Gabriel started nuzzling the soft skin. He never knew such a light touch could be so ticklish, but as his boyfriend continued to nuzzle, the slight stubble brushing against the inside of his elbow, he couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness that the sensation brought.

“Aww, does this tickle? Who knew you could be sooo sensitive in such a strange spot~” Cooed Gabriel, switching back to peppering chaste kisses all over his lover’s arm.

Sam couldn’t help but blush, the teasing getting under his ticklish skin and chasing his blood to the surface.

“You’re s-so embahaharrassing!”

Gabriel’s eyes had that flare to them, signaling that he was up to something.

“You think that tickles? How about this!”

Quick as a hare, he sucked in a breath and blew a sharp raspberry right on the sensitive skin, prompting Sam to jerk his arm and squeal.

“GABE, NOHOHOO!” Sam protested through peals of laughter, the blissful smile on his face betraying how he truly felt.

Gabriel could never put into words how he felt about the hunter before him. In his entire celestial life, he had never loved anything as much as he loved Sam.

Deciding he’d tortured his lover enough, the archangel released his arm and pulled away, eyes filled with love for the blushing mess in front of him.

He leaned in and pulled Sam into a warm, gentle kiss, relishing in the way Sam’s giggles felt against his lips.

When they parted, be it reluctantly, they looked at each other with all the love in the universe, content smiles adorning their faces.

“I love you… even when you embarrass the life out of me.”

Gabriel grinned and gave the hunter one last kiss on the nose, admiring the soft chuckle that escaped Sam’s lips.

“Love you too, my big brave hunter.”

They spent the rest of their night cuddling, letting themselves bask in the serenity of the moment.

And if more tickles took place, that’s a secret for just them to share.

#mess writes #tickletober2023 #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tktober2023 #tktober #lee!sam #lee!sammy #ticklish!sam #ticklish!sammy #ler!gabriel #sabriel #supernatural tickle fic #supernatural tickling #spn tickling #spn tickles #spn tickle fic #tickle community #tword content #sfw tickling #tickles #tickle fic #sabriel tickle fic

[broken--stardust]

baby blue - j.t.k.

a/n: inspiration drawn from the song "baby blue" by luke hemmings; which i highly recommend you listen to while reading [x]

summary: hot tub s*x

pairing: jake x f. reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), fluff, childhood best friends, 4/20, explicit descriptions of smoking, drinking, straw hat mention. specific smut warnings after the cut.

explicit warnings: touching, learning each other's bodies, licking, biting, sucking, making out, fingering, slight hair-pulling, grinding, "good girl", unprotected sex, brief cockwarming

“Shut the fuck up, Sammy” your voice shook with laughter as you cursed him.

“What? It’s true!” he exclaimed as you watched his cheeks begin to tinge pink through the haze of the hot tub steam and the pipe you all were passing, the laughter of you and his brothers echoing around him as he grew more exasperated.

Josh shook his head across from him, “No way that Mickayla Howe would ever make out with you. She was too busy with Jake, anyway,” he finished with a splash toward Jake.

“What the fuck dude, this bowl is ruined now,” Jake groaned as he dumped the now moist, ground contents from his glass pipe into the grass next to the hot tub. Josh snickered a half-hearted apology as he went back to bantering with Sam, while Jake began grinding up more flower for the pipe.

“Is that true?” you whispered with a teasing grin and a poke to his bare side under the water.

He let out a little giggle as he involuntarily jumped from your ticklish gesture, before quickly trying to mask his grin and appear unphased. “Is what true, Y/N?”

“You and Icky Micky?”

He threw his head back with a laugh. “You’re terrible. She wasn’t that icky.”

“Not to you, apparently.”

He raised his eyebrows as he pulled a long drag from the pipe and held it, before blowing it right into your face. As you sputtered a cough with a playful smack to his chest, he leaned in closer to you, his fingers on your thighs and his breath tickling your ear. “Why so interested, you jealous?”

You felt your face grow warm as your fingers grazed his while grabbing the pipe from him and taking a long drag for yourself. You blew the smoke into the night without meeting his eyes. “Never.”

“Okay baby,” the pet-name falling from his lips as easily as if it were your first name, “whatever you say,” he slurred with a lopsided grin, the effects of the marijuana now evident.

You leaned back against the plastic side of the bench under the water, closing your eyes as you felt the heavy wave of your impending high begin settling atop your chest, just before your brain took flight. A soft smile drew across your lips as you relaxed, the warmth of the hot tub pairing beautifully with the warmth in your lungs. You turned your head and stole a glance at Jake, who was mirroring your position and facial expression, already staring at you.

“What?’ you giggled. Any awkwardness or embarrassment from the half-sober conversation from a few minutes ago completely dissipated with both of your new state of being.

“Nothing,” he giggled back as he turned his head to face the sky again. The sun had finally set, the dark of night washing the landscape, stars peeking through the fronds of the Florida palms above your heads. Neither of you had realized you had both leaned closer and closer to one another until your heads were touching. But in your blissed state, you didn’t mind.

“Hey,” Josh began with a soft kick to your shin under the water. “We’re gonna go inside and watch a movie, are you guys coming in?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna smoke some more.” Jake answered.

“Yeah, me too,” you agreed.

With a few playful splashes to each other, Sammy and Josh climbed out of the hot tub and entered the condo you were all staying in and left you and Jake alone.

Jake packed a new bowl and cornered it, taking a long hit before passing it to you to smoke the rest. Sufficiently high at this point, you set the pipe down on the side of the hot tub and sank down into the water until only your head and neck were exposed to the ocean breeze, eyes closed leaning against the side.

After a few moments of silence, you felt the trepidatious touches of Jake’s calloused fingers atop your own. Growing up with the boys, you’d held hands with each of them before, wrestled each other to the ground and found yourselves in vulnerable positions, and changed in front of one another…but this was Jake. There was always something a little more with him. In high school with his Justin Bieber-esque hair and guitar always in hand as if it were an extra limb, how could you not swoon just a little? Especially when you were the best friend, the one with the “in” that all the other girls were always jealous of. But your vague attraction never crossed the threshold after innocent crushes, aside from long, stolen glances and the occasional cuddling during movie nights. Maybe as he grew into his body more; the lankiness of his teen years fading along with his love snapbacks, making room for his newfound love of straw hats and Adele; you had let your mind wander to what else could be hidden beneath his singular buttoned tops and loose linen pants.

That being said, you weren’t opposed to these exploratory touches, but you couldn’t be sure where Jake’s head was at. You opened one eye and shot him a curious glance as his grazing moved from your fingers and up your forearm. “Can I help you?” you jested, testing the waters of this uncharted territory with a playful joke, as you normally would.

He giggled as he traced his fingers back down to the top of your hand. “Maybe,” he answered, in his low tone, an extra layer to it that wasn’t normally there, but you couldn’t be certain yet of what it was.

You laced your fingers with his cautiously, as he stroked your forefinger with his thumb. “How’s that?” you played along as you caught his eye.

He held the eye contact with you for a few seconds before looking down at your lips and back up to your gaze, “Maybe it’s the weed talking, but I don’t know, I just kinda like touching you” he confessed as he removed his hand from your grasp and inched his fingers back up your arm, before slowly dragging it under your bikini strap, and laying his palm on your chest just atop your heart. “And, it kinda feels like you like it, too” he concluded breathlessly, your rapidly increasing heartbeat evident to his touch. You placed your hand atop his and dragged his fingertips up and across your collarbone and to your cheek.

As the sensations grew stronger than innocent touch and into something deeper and more intimate, especially with the heightened effects of the marijuana in your system, you let go of his hand on your body and began tracing your fingers up his arm and across his chest. You raked your nails lightly through his sparse chest hair as he hissed slightly, both of your eyes following what your fingers would do next. You began softly dragging your fingertips up and to the back of his neck before tangling them into his hair, causing him to release a quiet moan. You then moved your fingers across his face, dragging your thumb lightly across his bottom lip as you made eye contact again, though ever so slightly blurry in each other’s haze. You held each other’s gaze as you smoothed your hand back down his neck and to his chest before the weight of the situation fell on you in an instant and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. “Sorry” you mumbled before dropping your hand back onto the bench, and your gaze back to your lap.

He released a shaky breath you didn’t know he’d been holding. “Why’d you stop there?” he whispered.

You met his stare in an instant and took notice of his half-lidded eyes and the steady rise and fall of his chest. “You wanted me to keep going?” you responded breathlessly.

He nodded vigorously before tentatively grabbing your fingers and placing them back on his chest. “I’ve always wanted you to keep going” he admitted.

You dragged your fingers lightly up his torso and cupped his cheek, slowly taking your lip between your teeth.

“C’mere” he mumbled before placing his arm behind your back and using the water to his advantage to effortlessly lift you onto his lap and locking his lips with yours the moment you sat down. He tasted of pot and the IPA he had sipped on earlier in the night, but in that moment, you were willing to bet you’d never tasted anything better. The kisses were sloppy and wet due to your mutual inebriation, quiet moans and soft whines exchanged between the two of you as you began to hesitantly grind across the fabric of his tightened trunks. He let out a low groan during a particularly heavy sweep across his lap, and you felt the confidence of your high returning as you began to peck your lips across his jawbone and to his earlobe, taking it between your teeth with the tiniest bit of force.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake groaned as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to you while you danced your lips across it on their way to his other ear. As you licked, pecked, and lightly nibbled, Jake finally took your face between his hands and held your gaze in breathless wonderment. After a few beats to each catch your breath, he smiled softly at you. “My turn” he stated, before flipping you both over and half kneeling, half floating in the warm water above your lap. Once situated, he met your lips with the lightest touch of his own. As he did this, he dragged his fingertips across the fabric atop your nipple, grinning against your lips ever-so-slightly as he felt its tautness before moving them down your body and danced them across the hem of your bikini bottoms.

You gasped quietly as you felt his fingers dip below the waistband before he pulled away slightly and met your eyes.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a hush whisper.

You nodded.

“Use your words, baby,” he admonished.

“Yes, Jake, please,” you half-moaned.

He smiled before pecking your lips quickly and pulling away again. “Good girl.”

You moaned deeply as he pushed his whole hand into your bottoms, the restricting fabric keeping his palm tight against your pelvis as his fingers explored your folds; before finding your clit and brushing over it a couple of times until you were quietly gasping with each touch.

He stared at you in awe as he pushed a finger into you, his jaw falling slack just as yours did.

“Oh, Jake, fuck,” you groaned breathlessly as he pushed another finger into you.

“Tell me all about it, baby,” he whispered.

“God, Jake,” you cried out softly as he thrusted his fingers into you with increasing speed. “It feels so good.”

“I know, baby, I know. Are you gonna come for me like this? All over my fingers?” he half-whispered as you met his eyes.

You nodded as you gasped, your mouth falling open as you held his gaze. After just a couple more thrusts and grazes across your clit, you felt yourself pulsing around his fingers, the contractions so much more intense, the pleasure so much deeper than you felt when sober.

“Oh, fuck, baby, good girl. Let it all go, you’re doing so good” Jake praised as he worked you through your orgasm.

You kissed him breathlessly as you came down from your high, so intensely that even Jake gasped when you pulled away. A smile spread across his lips after you caught your breath and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you so eager for?” he teased.

“I’ve never fucked high, and if it’s anything like that, I can’t wait” you admitted confidently.

Jake let out a breathy laugh before meeting your eyes with a toothy grin. “It’s nothing like that, to be honest,” he began. He smirked before leaning in close to your ear, the damp strands of his hair brushing your cheek. “It’s so much better” he finished on a whisper, before turning you both back over so you were atop of his lap.

He kissed you with raw intensity as he reached behind you and untied the straps of your top, breaking for just a moment to pull it over your head and lay it across the side of the hot tub. In this moment, as he stared at your bare breasts on full display for him in the moonlight, he realized that he was about to have sex with his best friend. He met your eyes with his own filled with so much more than just lust, feeling so much in that moment that you both felt a blush rising to each of your cheeks, before he took your lips between his and kissed you with more passion than you’d felt with any former lover. He pulled away and met your eyes again.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked again.

You smiled as you felt your cheeks grow warm once again at the care he was showing you. You nodded. “Yes, Jake, I’m sure,” you whispered.

He smiled back at you. “Good,” he whispered back, letting the situation sink in for another moment as he held your gaze, before lifting you above him with one hand, made easier in the water, and pulling his trunks down his knees with the other. He brought you back to his lap, slightly encouraging you to grind over him again with a gentle tug to your waist.

After a few movements over his bare cock, his lips between yours, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your bottoms and began slowly inching them down until they met your knees bent atop the bench on either side of Jake’s legs.

You met each other’s blurry gaze again, and he reached out a thumb to caress your cheek as blissed out grins overtook both your faces.

“You ready?” he smiled.

You nodded before leaning forward and bracing yourself with your hands on Jake’s chest, as you sunk down onto his cock under the water. You both groaned as soon as he penetrated you, the sensations overwhelming. He held you there with his arms crossed across your back, neither of you moving as you sloppily kissed each other, tongues dancing with each other and licking into your mouths while his cock sat inside you. The singular penetration combined with the intense making out alone had you already clenching around him. You shifted slightly, raising your hips before bringing them back down slowly to his base. You repeated the motion, and Jake lifted up to meet your hips in perfect harmony, breaking the kisses occasionally to let out the breathiest, whiniest of moans.

“How does it feel, baby?” Jake breathed.

“I wanna stay here forever” you murmured against his chest, eyes closed, forehead resting on his wet shoulder while he held you in his arms, you grinding and he thrusting just enough to give you both the pleasure you sought.  

He laughed blissfully. “I think I’d like that,” he agreed as he held you tighter, taking over the movements as he thrust up into you faster and faster. You were a whining mess as he brushed your damp strands out of your face to watch your expressions, the way your lips would part ever so slightly with particularly deep thrusts, or the way your eyebrows would furrow when you’d groan.

You opened your eyes to find him already staring at you, his movements slowing slightly at the eye contact. “What?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’re just, so fucking beautiful, Y/N” he murmured.

You smiled as you blushed. You started to answer, to thank him, when he began thrusting into you with purpose, even faster and deeper than before, your jaw falling slack as you held his gaze, the words dying on your tongue. All you could say instead was, “Oh, Jesus fuck”, as he maintained a steady pace, one of his hands moving from your back for his fingertips to find their rightful place on your clit, rubbing in smooth circles with just enough pressure.

“Baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you groaned.

“Me too, baby, I’ve got you. Come for me” he maintained a consistent rhythm and pressure to bring you to your climax, though you could see in his face that he was straining to not let go before you. You held his gaze as you felt the waves of pleasure wash over you, over and over as you clenched on his cock.

“Oh my god,” you cried out in bliss as he continued to thrust into you with a different pace, before settling into you with a deep groan, his cock throbbing inside you with his release.

Your head fell onto his shoulder with exhaustion, your arms wrapped around his neck as he held you close to his chest, the skin-to-skin contact grounding you and comforting you as he kissed you all over what was exposed of your cheeks.

After sitting like that for what felt like hours, one of his hands stroking up and down your back, soft kisses between just letting your heads rest on each other, you leaned back to let out a yawn. Jake pushed some of the hair out of your face when you leaned forward again, staring at you with a soft smile.

“Is it time for bed?” he teased.

Your face fell slightly, though you hoped he wouldn’t notice. “I don’t wanna go to bed.”

He caressed your cheek as he asked, “Why’s that, love?”

You shrugged before looking away from him and into the night.

“Hey,” he cupped your cheek and turned you towards him, “What’s wrong?”

You took a shaky breath. “I guess, I’m not ready for this night to be over.”

He half smiled, like he knew something you didn’t. “Why, baby?”

“I guess…because that means we are just gonna…go back to normal after this.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jake smirked.

You quirked an eyebrow.

“Just because the night is ending, doesn’t mean this-,” he gestured between both of you, “is.”

You waited for him to finish.

He let out a shaky laugh. “I fully intend on you sleeping in my bed tonight, showering with you in the morning, and surprising you with breakfast, though I guess it won’t be a surprise now” he smirked. “And the next time we have sex, we’ll be sober.”

You grinned at him. “Next time?”

“Yeah, dumbass, next time” he replied with the playful banter you had used as best friends your whole childhood, letting you know that nothing had changed between you, except everything, and nothing at the same time.

You were okay with that.

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[bethesammytomydean]

Surrender

"Surrender!"

"Never!"

Dean's breathing came out in loud gasps as he squirmed underneath of Sam, trying to escape somehow. It was almost pathetic, really, because he wasn't getting anywhere. Not with how weak he currently was. Because if there was one thing Dean couldn't handle, it was tickling.

Dean himself thought it was pathetic, really. There were many people who could handle tickling, and then only some who could not- that was what Dean said, Sam knew it was something that had to do with several areas of the body and how sensitive people where in those areas. Dean was simply unlucky that he was sensitive in pretty much every part of his body.

Sam thought it was endearing. It was also something that he used against Dean oftentimes.

When they were younger it was an easy way to get the upper hand. As a hunter there was no need to play fair, and during training this was usually the only way Sam could win. After all, Dean was older, stronger, better at everything.

Except when it came to handling tickling. Because Sam wasn't ticklish. Or not as much. If you would tickle his feet with a feather then yeah, he was ticklish. But Dean couldn't handle fingers digging into his armpits or feet or any other part of his body.

Dean had always feared the thought of some kind of monster fucking him up by tickling him. That would be the dumbest way to die, Dean had always said.

Sam thought he had other things to worry about, mostly Sam's fingers.

"Never?"

Dean gasped for air, laughing almost hysterically, tears rolling down his freckled cheeks. He looked hilarious and beautiful at the same time. Sam couldn't help but smile and laugh along with his brother.

"N- No!" It was almost a yell, and Sam let out a snort of laughter as his brother continued to be stubborn.

"Fine, then I'll just continue," Sam dug his fingers harder into Dean's armpits, fending off flailing arms and legs. Sam moved backward more, making sure to sit on those legs so Dean couldn't kick him anymore. "Give up Dean, you're not going to win."

It was only a few more minutes before Dean finally broke. Which made sense, because Dean was probably exhausted by that point. Muscles hurting, aching even, lungs screaming for enough air.

"S- Stop, oh fuck, Sammy!"

"You surrender?"

Dean nodded, movements jerky. "Y- Yes. Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Sam finally stopped, pulling his hands away. Dean gasped for air, finally having sweet release from the torment that was Sam. He needed a few moments to calm back down, to catch his breath and stare at his little brother.

"Fuck you."

"Hey, you asked for it."

"I did not."

"You ate chips on my side of the bed, Dean."

"So?"

"Crumbs, Dee, crumbs."

Dean rolled his eyes, rubbing his sides as he pouted. "It hurts."

"Don't be such a baby." Sam snorted before he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Dean's lips. "You're pretty when you laugh." He whispered, making Dean grumble at him to shut up. But Sam saw the tips of his ears flush and that satisfied him.

Dean may hate being ticklish, but Sam absolutely loved it.

#wincest #Dean #Sam #soulmates #wincest drabble

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 18 - Chase

Fandom: Supernatural

Characters: Sam, Dean

Words: 858

[Tickletober prompts]

Few things remained the same throughout life, but pissing off your older brother and running for your life was one of them. It was just as thrilling in your 20s as it had been as a child.

Sam was laughing as Dean chased him, Dean cursing each time his hand just about managed to grab Sam’s arm just for him to slip out of his grip. The motel room was small enough for this chase to be able to turn into wrestling within seconds, but Sam relished in the feeling of acting like a kid again, knowing Dean wouldn’t actually hurt him once he caught him. Because he knew he would get caught, although he was bigger now and could probably give his brother a run for his money.

“Give it back, Sam!” Dean roared, both of them jumping onto one of the beds and leaping toward the other, probably not doing the fragile things any favors.

“Catch me first,” Sam said, rounding the corner and flying back into the middle of the room, briefly considering locking himself in the bathroom. Only that would turn the act of taking Dean’s things useless, as he had no use for them once Dean couldn’t reach him.

His faltering was enough for Dean to slam into him and pull him down to the carpeted floor, whatever Sam had taken flying out of his hand and landing beneath one of the beds. It wasn’t really about it anyway, for Dean pinned him down without it as Sam did little to stop him, curious to see just what his brother would do.

“I don’t have it,” he said, grinning when Dean huffed.

“I don’t appreciate you acting like a child,” Dean said, although Sam could tell he’d needed this, too. “But act like a child and I’ll treat you like one.”

“You can’t ground me.”

Dean let out a laugh, which somehow managed to sound evil. “Did you forget how I used to punish you, Sammy?”

Sam’s frown died before it had been fully formed when he realized that, yes, he had forgotten, only it all came rushing back now as Dean smirked down at him.

He was ticklish. Dean knew exactly where he was ticklish. Dean didn’t find tickling to be cheating.

That seemed to also have remained the same. Sam had just briefly forgotten.

“Wait.”

“This is for taking my stuff.”

“Dean, wait.”

Sam reacted like always when tickled: he started giggling immediately. It was almost embarrassing, only there was no space to feel anything other than Dean’s fingers on his underarms. Worming their way into the pits and staying there, the hands vibrated as Sam slowly went crazy from not knowing how the hell he was supposed to get them out of there without making it tickle more.

Oh, Dean knew exactly how to get him, even after all these years.

“Please stop!” he heard himself crying, heels digging into the floor, probably alarming whatever neighbors they had. Dean laughed, all toothy grin and laughter lines when Sam managed to catch a glimpse of him through his narrowed eyes.

“I don’t think so, Sammy.”

Sam tried to roll to the side, but Dean was holding him in place with his legs on each side of him. Maybe one good shove could get him off, only Sam felt he was losing his strength already.

Dammit, he was 22!

“Still a little brother,” Dean said, as if he could read his thoughts. Maybe Sam was babbling without realizing. He wasn’t aware of much else other than those hands in his armpits.

“Stop,” he choked out again, head thrown back as laughter kept pouring out of his mouth.

“Maybe if you beg.”

“I am begging!”

“Barely.”

Sam wasn’t begging, which probably alerted Dean to the fact that he could make it tickle even more, because he suddenly slipped his hands out, giving Sam only a moment to feel relieved, and reached back to squeeze at his knees.

Sam felt his ticklish panic rise, turning him dumb enough to spread his legs in an attempt to evade those evil hands, only it gave Dean the perfect opportunity to turn around and properly grab one of his legs, fingers on the back of his knee and not going away again.

He screamed, something loud and desperate and high pitched, and Dean was laughing as Sam started thrashing, all big brother glee and teasing remarks at the tip of his tongue. Sam only heard parts of whatever he was saying. His own laughter was too overbearing.

“Do you promise not to steal my stuff again?” Dean asked, his fingers dancing over the skin while Sam’s other leg was stomping uselessly next to him.

“Yes!”

“Promise?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Mm, I don’t believe you, but I do believe you’ve had enough. For now.”

Relief when Dean stopped, finally able to breathe when he got off of him. Sam thanked him weakly when he helped him up, finding it ridiculous to be looking down at his brother who’d just managed to turn him into that.

The little brother curse didn’t go away once you got older. Got it.

#tickling #ticklish!sam #supernatural #dean and sam #augtickletober2022 #tickletober day 18 #n writes

[retiredprophet]

Wait till this dude finds out that being ticklish is one of the most normal/human things about him- sure, some animals may have similar reactions to being tickled, but straight up laughing as a response is exclusively a human thing. So, Sammy, if you’re ever really upset about your current state, remember that :)

[Oh Huh.]

[ I guess that is Something. A nice little reminder for when he's feeling down.]

[How wholesome, reassurance in the small joys.]

#ooc #mun #retiredprophet #ask #anon

[gamequeenanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

…

Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

#fnaf tickling #fnaf tickles #lee henry emily #ler william afton #lee!henry #ler!william #my writing #tickle fic #wanted to try writing one w different characters #hope ya enjoyed

[jerzwriter]

A Quite Carrick Halloween

FICTOBER 2022 - DAY 1 - "I CHOSE YOU."

Fic Type:             Fanfic

Fandom:             Choices – Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Holiday Fluff

Summary:           It's their first Halloween with baby Samantha, and they're wrapped in sugary sweet domestic bliss - but with these two, there's always a side of something extra. 🎃

Words:                1465

A/N:                     This was based on a prompt ask from this list.  “imagine your OTP handing out candies in amusing couple costumes.” I think I went a little “cuter” than amusing, but Tobias & Casey pack their own amusement into every event, as you’ll see 😊 I am participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Spooktober - Candy / @fictober-event - day 1 - "I choose you" - and @choicesficwriterscreations Naugty & Nice Event - "Want to see what I turn into at midnight."

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

It was the perfect Halloween day. The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky, and the air was crisp, though not yet cold. There may have been more leaves on the Boston streets than on its trees, but those that remained scattered on branches helped paint a beautiful fall scene.  

Casey stepped outside and paused on their townhome’s top step. Tossing her head back and shutting her eyes, she took a deep breath until the cool autumn air filled her lungs. A genuine, joyful smile spread on her lips as memories of Halloweens from her younger days flooded her mind. The memories were precious, but the future was even more dear. A new mother herself, she was about to create new ones with her own baby girl, and she couldn't have asked for a more perfect day to start. 

She sat on the steps, smoothing her royal blue dress and placing the large bowl of candy on top of her lap. It wasn't her first choice of costume. But not having a family costume on their first Halloween as a family was not an option. Tobias had been calling Samantha pumpkin practically since conception, so her costume was a given, but her parent’s choice was not so simple.

"I got it!" He ran into the kitchen exuberantly. "Peanuts! Charlie Brown. Lucy. DONE! Sammy is the Great Pumpkin. It's perfect!"

"Sammy is a generic pumpkin, honey, not the Great Pumpkin. Besides, Lucy was so… mean in that show. Do you think I'm mean?"

"Well…” he smirked, “you do have your days."  He pulled away before she smacked his shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and lavished her neck with ticklish kisses. The rest of the night was spent doing things they had to be careful about if they didn't want Sammy's sibling on the way.

Casey never came up with a better idea, and that’s how she ended up sitting here in her blue dress and Mary Janes, eagerly awaiting her husband and daughter’s arrival.

Tobias was simply bubbling over, more animated than the character he was supposed to be. Decked out in his bright yellow shirt with a black zig-zag and matching shorts, he beamed from ear to ear as he spoke jibberish to the bouncing baby pumpkin on his hip. Casey's heart filled with joy watching them, but she couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" he queried, quickly turning back to Sammy with a sing-song voice. "What? What's Mommy laughing at Sammy? Do you think she's laughing at you or me?"

"Oh, you," she assured. "A thousand times you!"

"Gee, thanks, babe!”

"It's not bad. I'm just thinking it wasn't too long ago that you were this playboy doctor. Mr. Non-Commitment and never settling down,” she joked. “Halloween activities were probably far more naughty than nice then… but now look at you. You're a natural. It's like you were born for this life."

"Well, maybe that's because I was," he said, sitting next to her and meeting her lips with a warm, tender kiss. "I just needed to find the one who could make it feel like a gift instead of a prison. I knew it was you the moment you came along and, well… when deciding between my old life and you, it was a no-brainer. I chose you."

"Awww," she giggled, snuggling close to his side. "That is so sweet. I'd say you were trying to butter me up for those naughty favors later… but then again, you know I'm a sure thing."

"Casey!" He exclaimed with feigned anger. "In front of the baby?"

"She doesn't understand us yet," she winked as her husband shook his head in bemusement.

"And this is just one reason I love you. But while Sammy may not understand yet," he pointed a few doors away, "those kids will. Now let's behave, baby girl; it's time to hand out some candy!"

Within minutes their steps were overtaken by neighborhood children. Sammy clung to her Daddy’s t-shirt, thoroughly unimpressed with the strange children, but her parents were another story. Tobias & Casey excitedly greeted each child, inquiring about their costumes as they dropped candy into their sacks. Witches, ghosts, a princess, a baseball player or two, the Carricks made a fuss over each and every one. 

The day was winding down when a little girl showed up with her mother.

“Trick or treat,” she said with a soft voice. 

Casey beamed as Tobias informed her that he knew she was Casey’s favorite costume of the day. Blue scrubs, a white lab coat, and a stethoscope on her neck. 

"Oh my goodness!" Casey squealed. "You’re a doctor! Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?”

The girl's dark curls bounced around her face as she nodded. Shyness getting the better of her, she moved against her mother’s leg.

“That’s all she talks about,” her mom grinned. “I used to think it was a passing phase, but now I’m starting to think I should save up for med school!”

“That’s not the worst idea,” Casey smiled, squatting down to talk to the child at her level. “Hey, you know I’m a doctor, and my husband here is a doctor, too. I think you will make a wonderful doctor one day.” 

Pleased with the little girl's bright smile, Casey turned to Tobias. “Hon, give her a little extra candy. She deserves it for all that studying she will need to do.”

“You got it! But if you want, I’ll run inside and get my stationery. We can drop a letter of recommendation in there.”

“Oh, we may take you up on that in another fourteen years!” Her mom laughed.

Tobias looked at the little girl. “I went to Hopkins, the best med school in the country. They love when they get letters from people who went there. I’ve got your back.”

Casey turned to him, unamused. “The best! You were ranked fourth last year!”

“Still better than Perelman's sixth,” he winked.

Casey turned around and placed the candy in the child’s bag. “Sweetheart, when you are a doctor, you might want to think twice before marrying another doctor.”

“HEY!” Tobias yelled, sending little Sammy into a litany of babbling. “See, our daughter isn’t happy with that statement either!”  

Standing up with a chuckle, Casey wished the little girl and her mom well before reclaiming her place at her husband’s side. She took Samantha in her arms and snuggled her close. A warmth he never thought he’d experience filled Tobias’s chest as he wrapped them both in his arms. They sat in silence and let the moment linger, each sharing the same thought. This was pretty much perfection.

“I was only joking,” Casey finally spoke. “Marrying my doctor was probably the best thing I ever did.”

“Probably!” He sneered. “I know marrying you was the best thing I ever did, and if I forget, I always have my mother to remind me. But you go ahead and think about it.”

Casey silenced him with another tender kiss while Samantha began falling asleep in her arms. 

“We should get her inside. I don’t think we’ll be getting more trick-or-treaters today.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and Sammy is tuckered out. Besides, I want to pull those med school rankings up to prove you wrong.”

“Are you kidding me?” Casey laughed.

“Second in my class!” He said, picking the empty candy bowl up from the steps. “From the best med school in America. Where were you, dear? Sixth? Seventh?”

“FIFTH! And you know it! That’s from an Ivy League med school. Is Hopkins an Ivy?” she placed her pointer on her chin in mock confusion. “Hmm. No, it’s not.”

“Ivy Schmivy!” He said, opening the door, “did I tell you I was the most published student in Hopkins history?”

“Only seven dozen times… by our second date. But, Tobias?”

“Yes? Samantha is going to be out for the count any minute now. Is this really how you want to spend the first alone time we’ve had all day?”

“Heh,” he snickered. “Screw Hopkins. It was overrated. Now, the important questions. Do you have that other little Halloween costume we picked out?”

“Yes,” she smirked. “Operative word being little.”

“That’s the one! Why don’t you go put that on, and we’ll see what I turn into at midnight?”

“Sweetheart,” Casey teased. “Samantha can hear you….”

“It’s OK. She doesn’t understand us yet.”

“What are we going to do when she does?”  

“Got me,” he shrugged.  “But my Mom already has a trust fund set up specifically for therapy bills. She said with us as parents, Sammy’s bound to need it.”

“No arguments here,” she laughed.

“Good…” he winked, “now go get changed. I’ll put Sammy to bed, then we’re about to have an extra Happy Halloween!”

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