Hi! I'm Mars (24, she/her, minors DNI) and I write fluffy fics about tickling because I think it's cute • Mostly reblogs nowadays but I might write once in a blue moon. Expect Critical Role, MCU, TMA, The Locked tomb & more • have a great day! ♡ (Minors DNI, you will be blocked)
MARS 🌿 24 🌿 cis, she/her 🌿 biromantic asexual (taken) 🌿 Aquarius 🌿 I write fluffy fanfics about tickling because I love physical affection and people being silly together
This blog is SFW, tickling is NOT sexual for me and the content reflects that.
That does not, however, mean the rest of my blog is suitable for minors. 18+ only, minors DNI
Please don't message me to talk about tickling, I just like reading & writing fics <3
I do not write very often anymore since I have a full time job and a partner now - but all my old fics are still up if you want to read them. I will never take them down.
Currently obsessed w project hail mary so have been writing a lot about that - feel free to send headcanons or requests my way <3
🌿Current WIPs (all project hail mary)
Grace gives reader cheer up tickles (request)
Very loose concept with dumb chemistry jokes, Grace and reader (original)
Grace doing dumb shit and Rocky wrecking him to get revenge (request)
Melting point Part 2 (not sure if it will happen but putting it on here just in case)
Project hail mary (tickle fic: Ler!Ryland Grace, Lee!Reader)
🌌 Summary: Grace is a filthy cheater when he's drunk - you're more than willing to match his mischief.
🪐Tags: Ryland Grace & Reader, tickling, fluff. 1.5k words
💫 Prompt: "thinking about rocky seeing you give grace raspberries for the first time and being baffled because he’s seen tickling before but this is new and weird and grace is reacting SO strongly,,, cue rocky asking a million questions to which you say “i don’t know, grace is the scientist here, why don’t you ask him” and grace having to explain the logistics behind it all while in hysterics, rushing to get his words out before you raspberry him again and he can barely talk though laughterrrr i’m on such a lee!grace kick atm i need that man to be wrecked within an inch of his life"
🛰️Author's note: At long last, new fic!! Sorry this one took so long! I'm still not super happy with it but I wanted to give yall something this week! <3.
🌌 Credits: (thank you to @//harringtonsslvt for the post layout inspo! Space dividers by @//strangergraphics)
You and Grace could be incredibly stupid sometimes. In your defence, you'd had several months with only each other to perfect your specific brand of ridiculous.
So it's no surprise to either of you that you're here again, chasing Grace down for sabotaging his way to Mariokart victory. Shoving the other players does not constitute a valid strategy, in your book, and you intend to make that point via a suitably childish retribution.
Though perhaps the fact you're both a little tipsy is clouding your judgement.
"Ok, ok ok-"
Ryland backs against the wall, looking suitably ridiculous. His legs nearly trip over one another, and he can't seem to stop laughing. The screen behind him proudly displays his ill-won place on the leader-board.
He sends you a pleading look - one that begs you to reconsider the course of action he knows you'll take. But you've both done this dance before - he never means it.
Knowing this, and seeing the poorly concealed giddiness in his eyes brings a smile to your face. Ryland knows you've made your choice, and holds his hand out in front of him.
"C'mon, wait, wait wait-"
You laugh, longer than you usually would. It's all so silly. “Nah.”
In a split second, you leap over, and barrel head-first into your target. You attack without mercy: your hands aim ticklish jabs at his sides, his stomach, his ribs. He curls up instantly, careless giggles and useless bargaining immediately filling the room.
"Yes yes yes, get him!" Rocky exclaims.
"Rohock! Have some sympathy!"
"No!" Normally, when there is a dispute, Rocky is quick to point out who started it - but in times like these, it is unclear to all of you. Grace may have started the shoving, but only because you tried to block his view of the screen.
You glance up at Grace, who has backed even further against the wall in his struggling, his shirt dishevelled. He sees the look in your eyes, and starts giggling.
“Hah- okay, okahay, what…whatever it is you’re thinking of doING-” His voice pitches up as you lean closer, grabbing his midriff. He attempts to block you with his hands, but not much effort goes into the gesture.
“Listen, listen, we can talk ABOUT- OH NO-” The rest of his sentence is swallowed by a shriek, because you’ve ignored him, and instead shoved your head under his shirt to plant a raspberry against his stomach. Ryland bats ineffectually at your head, his torso twisting and shaking with high pitched laughter - and then, adorably, he snorts. You withdraw after a moment - partly to catch your breath, and partly so you can watch him giggle himself silly as he recovers.
“Ha- oh fudge-” He mutters, an unabashed grin still lingering on his face.
Rocky chimes up from behind, tapping his foot. “…What was that, question?”
You both pause, glancing down at him. “Huh?”
“The noise.”
“What, this?” You immediately lean in and give your companion another raspberry. The shrieking returns, and he keeps trying to suck his stomach in to get away. It doesn’t work.
“Yes.” Rocky shuffles.
“Care to explain, Dr. Grace?” You grin, poking unpredictably at his sides with one hand and holding him for stability with the other. Ilyukhina's vodka was dangerous.
Grace whines at the suggestion, pushing lightly at your hands.
“Oh, why mehehe?”
“It’s, uhhh- s'your turn to field a Rocky question. I did the last one.”
“Ha- oh jeez, do I have to?” He looks at Rocky pleadingly.
“Yes.”
“Great. So it’s called a raspberry-EEE-”
His sentence devolves into a shrill squeal. Maybe it’s a little mean you interrupted him to give Rocky another demonstration. Oddly, though, it's hard to find a trace of guilt in your heart.
“…Like earth fruit, question?”
You draw back, nodding in Rocky's direction. “Yep.”
Ryland rakes a hand through his hair, and glares. His betrayal is completely staged.
“You’re not -gonna make this easy for me, are you?”
You shrug, intoxicated laughter threatening to drown your words.
“You're the one taking ages to explain.”
“Why called raspberry, question?”
“I dohon't know, bud, you'll have to check the database!” His breath hitches when you start spidering slowly over his ribs. He pouts, and if anything it just motivates you to continue.
“Grace laugh a lot when raspberry.”
“Yea, bud, because it really TICKLES-”
You do it again, because he's not exactly pushing you away. Grace curls inwards, holding onto your shoulders for dear life as he laughs.
"Raspberries work anywhere else, question?"
Ryland just giggles helplessly, his grip on you tightening, making absolutely no moves to stop you. Regardless, you take pity, and ease off a bit.
“Go on.” You nod for him to continue, lightly squeezing his sides. He's barely stopped laughing, clearly just as giggly as you after a couple drinks.
“Yea, thehey do.” He mutters, a note of resignation in his voice.
"Like where, question?"
He pauses.
...There is no universe where you manage to stop Grace from immediately burying his face against your neck. No universe where you push him away before he takes a deep breath. And no universe where he doesn't then declare, with all the smugness in the world:
"Here."
And then you feel it.
Grace's beard really tickles.
You manage to shout a single expletive before you're lost to unfiltered cackling. Your body seizes in its hysterics, trying to writhe out of the way - but every movement only seems to trap him further against your shoulder. There's nowhere to go. Besides, in your half-drunk state, where every touch feels like dozy sunlight on a nice afternoon, you don't particularly want to go anywhere.
You still protest, though.
"GRACE! Plehehease!"
"Sorry," He pauses, chuckles. "Is your neck too ticklish?"
"Shut UP-" Your voice slides higher when his stubble brushes your collarbone, and squeaky giggles wreak havoc on your little remaining coherency.
"You want me to stop talking?"
"YES!"
"Good. Raspberries make it kinda hard to talk, so that works out for both of us." He blows another one to illustrate his point.
"GRACE-" You shout between giggles, infuriated. He ignores you - just nuzzles slightly closer, the buzzing of his beard on your skin sending you into utter hysterics.
"So..." He leans back to look down at your audience. "Any more questions, Rock?"
"Not sure."
"Ok. Well, I'm aiming to repay my four raspberries here, so I've only got two more left. Better think of one fast."
"...You are both very drunk."
"S'not a question, bud."
"...Why do raspberries work on stomach but not sides, question?"
"I meannn," He shrugs. "I never said they didn't."
"Great," You huff, trying to extricate yourself from the odd half-hug Grace has trapped you in.
"It is great, actually." He pulls you closer like it's nothing, and nudges at your shirt.
"You know what's not great? Cheating at Mariokart."
He doesn't say anything - just takes another deep breath. You brace yourself, hoping to contain your reactions a little better.
It doesn't work.
"ahaHA-" Your legs kick out wildly. "RockEE- HELP!"
"What would I do? Am in ball." He's got a point, unfortunately.
Grace finally pauses for breath, and you think he might be about to show mercy.
But then he looks at Rocky, and looks at you, and frowns.
"Hm, I wonder..."
He grabs your leg, pulling it straight. His hand rests on the cuff of your shorts, above your exposed knee, stabilising it.
Your eyes go wide.
"No."
"What, you think it'll work?"
You hesitate. He doesn't bother letting you contemplate further - just leans in, and brings his mouth to the skin behind your knee.
It's awful. It's wonderful. It's so stupid and ridiculous. You smile so wide. You laugh so hard.
This chaos is comfortable to you both, and you know neither of you would change it.
It takes a while for you to notice that Ryland has stopped - you're still laughing when he turns you around to face him.
"Uh oh. Someone's got a case of the giggles."
There's a special kind of withering glare you reserve only for when Ryland really annoys you - but you use it here, just for fun. Just to see him tut and roll his eyes.
"Happy?" You fold your arms.
"Very." He smirks. You shove at him gently.
"Still do not understand why called raspberry." Rocky crawls closer. "On Erid we call it-"
He stops. The quiet that follows tells you all you need to know.
"...Rocky..." You start.
"Nevermind." He chimes, moving to scuttle away.
Grace grins wildly.
"No, no. Continue. What do you call it on Erid?"
The conversation devolves rapidly, and you lean back to watch. The night is still young, it seems. Plenty of time for Rocky to witness some more of the incredible stupidity you are all accustomed to.
"here's my original character, Man Who Sucks But Loves His Daughter Very Much" and it's a guy who worships at the altar of patriarchal violence and the woman he uses as an excuse and an effigy to absolve him
Hey there's no need to respond to this if you don't want to. I'm new to your blog and I think your writing is beautiful. Your fics feel in character and "you're still under my skin" made me feel butterflies and all fuzzy inside.
I guess what I'm trying to say is there's nothing wrong with what you shared with your partner, and I'm sorry they weren't very accepting. It struck a chord with me when I read your post about it.
I think you were very brave to be so vulnerable. Don't feel ashamed and keep your chin up.
Thank you, this meant a lot to receive, I needed to hear it <3
I am doing so much better now, we haven't talked about it, but they're not treating me any differently to before. I get the impression they just don't really understand fanfic culture in general and didn't see why I felt the need to share it, which still sucks but is less hurtful than the alternative of "I weirded them out completely"
Besides, the decision to share this with them was a bit of an impulse anyway - I had previously never felt the need to do so, and was always happy to have this blog stay secret - so nothing has really changed, in that regard. Kind of glad I can just keep this little creative corner to myself, the way I always have.
I really appreciate all the lovely messages I've received over the last few weeks, they really did help, I don't think I would've recovered as quickly without them <3
gang i know its been like three weeks, for any curious people awaiting fics, I've been busy frying in the sun and have been stuck on the same ryland scene for AGES, I am working behind the scenes tho trust
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I think it’s the best thing ever that a massive chunk of the PHM fandom has taken one look at Ryland Grace and just collectively decided “yeah this guy is the most ticklish man alive and that needs to be abused immediately he needs to smile and laugh and let go and and and”
Like it’s the silliest thing to me!! I’m scrolling through instagram and find a BloodyMary artist and over multiple posts/drawings the slightest touches get him giggling it’s the cutest thing ever!!! And it’s not even that one artist I could name a handful of art pieces that either alludes to or solidifies the headcanon that Grace is ticklish. I’m just in love with the concept. Like what do you mean the number one collective headcanon is that he’s aroace or at least within that spectrum (makes me feel seen as fuck we love some good solid ace rep) and the second most collective headcanon is that he’s deathly ticklish?!?! And likes to be tickled?!?!
Idk man it just makes me very happy scuttles back to my cave
