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Greetings!
Hello everyone, this is just my blog where I'll be posting tickle fics and related stuff.
I am officially taking requests! Just ask in my DMs (please make sure to refer and adhere to my guidelines if you do)!
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LOZ (BOTW, AOC, TOTK and AOI)
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Pick up trash in someone’s garden
go deliver mail
work a restaurant shift
die from a terminal illness
collect branches
look at pngs
babysit a 12 year old
roll dice and do poses
fight with a bunch of bugs
Cookies fighting and running
undead lamb fights god
squirt ink at people until they die
tap notes to song
Turtles fighting a lot
watch the robots.
run errands for girl who hates you
woman victimized by STEM
Small child wonders what’s at the bottom of a well and dies trying to find out
drive unsafely
be small
Futuristic fight
inhale people
Be a wolf. On mobile only(I think)
hungry bunny
Take a ton of elevators
cowboy ok? YEEHAW
Roll dice and do math
fish but scary
Three mentally ill queer teenagers
avoid school project
or investigate some girl’s cousin’s missing person case
Listen to static from space and succumb to the paranoia
walk in big cave and fight skelotons
it’s really dark in here and there’s a goat
kill dead people to escape hell
fill up thingy-bobs with basically the blood for your species and try to avoid copies of yourself and your friends that are
a) covered in your species’ ‘blood’
b) constantly trying to attack you and your friends, excluding some types
Wake up and fight a giant pig
IMPORTANT ! PLEASE REBLOG.
(screenshots are provided in a GDrive with the links, and some ss are not in any particular order, but the duration between events in this post are. Names have been blurred and hidden for the safety of those involved. Cw for grooming, exploitation, and sexual content.)
I'd like to alert the sfw tickle community of a former partner and friend under the discord user nab_boy.
This just gave me a better excuse to block him. I've had my fair share of uncomfortableness with him while chatting, but I didn't think it was THIS bad?? I feel sick, wtf 🤦🏿
Ok this is honestly disgusting, let's get this warning across
Taph DEMANDS cuddles NOW
Word count: 1.5k
Ler: Shedletsky
Lee: Taph
Summary: Taph wants pets. Shedletsky notices.
A/N: Taph uses they/them pronouns in this fic. Additionally, I headcanon that they and Shedletsky have a strong bond because they preen each other, and Taph trusts him enough to show him their face.
I wrote them as platonic, but you're welcome to interpret this however you want.
P.S. Yes, the title and some of Taph’s mannerisms at the start are from that Youtube video of a pigeon.
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Cruuuuh.
“What was that?” Elliot asked, looking around from the counter where he was making his pizzas. He was met with a shrug from the other survivors, so he returned to his pizza, figuring that it must have been from outside the cabin.
Cruuuuuuuh. Cruuuuuuuh.
“Alright, whichever one of you is making that sound, fess up.” Chance groaned. Every survivor in the cabin began to look around at each other, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. “Well, it kinda sounds like a…” Shedletsky began, before scratching his head in thought. “What was that bird that goes like that again?”
“What bird?” Shedletsky asked from the doorway, walking in and grabbing a can of Bloxy Cola from the counter. “I haven’t seen any birds around here other than me and Taph, and we’re not even actual birds so-“
Cruuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
Shedletsky froze, and his gaze immediately jolted towards the only survivor who would coo like a bird. “Ah... I’m surprised none of you noticed it.”
“Noticed what?” Two Time interrupted, climbing down the stairs.
Shedletsky shook his head briefly, turning back to the living room. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
Hesitantly, the other survivors gave their responses of acceptance, returning to their original activities. When Shedletsky was sure nobody was paying attention to him, he walked over to the corner where Taph was sitting.
Well, sitting may not have been the right word to describe what Taph was doing.
Shedletsky sighed as he looked down at Taph, whose right wing was moving up and down in short bursts. Their head was bowed down, and they were hugging themselves with their arms wrapped tightly around one of their pillows. “Taph.” He sighed, and the demolitionist’s head jolted up in shock.
‼️‼️‼️burst out of their hood as they jumped, and they only clutched the pillow tighter.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” Shedletsky chuckled, and he leaned in closer to avoid anyone overhearing his ‘conversation’. “Look, Taph. I know what’s happening here. So if you want me to help you with it, I can.”
Taph’s head tilted hesitantly, and they stared up at Shedletsky before nodding vigorously. 👍🙏🙏🙏
“Okay then.” Shedletsky nodded. Taph stood up hurriedly, wing still twitching as they walked through the living room. Small coos came from their hood, and Shedletsky chuckled do himself as he followed Taph upstairs.
Once they were in Taph’s room, Shedletsky closed the door behind them as Taph sat cross-legged on their bed. “Do you need me to preen your wings again or…” Shedletsky prompted, letting Taph tell him what it was that was making him flap.
🙂↔️🫵✋ was Taph’s response, and Shedletsky had to wrack his brain for its meaning before his eyes widened in response. “…You just want me to pet you?”
🙏❓, Taph asked.
“Sure. Not like I have anything to do anyways.” He shrugged, and both of Taph’s wings immediately began to flap up and down under their cloak in excitement.
Cruuuuuh. Cruuuuuuuuh.
“Yeah yeah, I know. Now scoot over so I can sit down.”
Taph moved over as Shedletsky sat down next to them on the bed, and Shedletsky gave Taph a questioning glance. “Now, where do you want pets?”
Taph, almost too excited to even think, hurriedly produced an answer with a slew of emojis. Shedletsky smiled as he watched the symbols pop out one after one, and he leaned over to get closer to the excited demolitionist.
Before Shedletsky could do anything, Taph slid their wings out of their cloak, revealing their black and gold feathers. Shyly, they looked at Shedletsky through their hood, and reached up to it.
“You can remove it if you want, Taph.” Shedletsky absentmindedly muttered, but his mind was too busy trying to process that Taph was about to remove his hood. He hadn’t ever seen the other avian’s face before, yet the fact that they trusted him enough made him feel warm inside.
Taph grasped their hood, slowly sliding it off until it rested at their shoulders. They pulled their bandana down as well, fully revealing their face to Shedletsky.
The admin observed Taph’s face with a piqued, careful curiosity. Taph had dark-grey skin and faded golden eyes, with a few black and gold feathers littering their cheeks and forehead. On the lower right side of their face and neck was a large scar which Shedletsky assumed was from a Subspace Tripmine, and their hair was jet-black with streaks of gold.
“Whoa.” Shedletsky breathed out. Upon reading Taph’s concerned expression, he quickly clarified his reaction as to not scare the demolitionist away. “Nothing’s wrong, don’t worry Taph. I just didn’t expect you to look like this.”
Taph smiled in satisfaction, moving closer and nuzzling Shedletsky’s shoulder with their hair. Shedletsky noted how soft it was, remembering that Taph wanted it pet. How lucky he was.
Taph’s right wing kept vibrating as Shedletsky ran his fingers through their hair, massaging the feathers on their forehead. He used his other hand to gently scratch the trail of feathers down Taph’s neck, and their relaxed coos instantly became louder.
Cruuuuuuh… Cruuuuh… Cruuuuuuh…
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” Shedletsky asked softly, wrapping one of his arms around Taph’s waist. As his fingers combed their hair and feathers, his other hand moved to Taph’s sides, squeezing once.
A startled coo came out of Taph, who looked frantically at Shedletsky. “Whaaat?” He asked, a cheeky grin forming on his face. “I’m not doing anything.”
🫵🪶, Taph complained, and Shedletsky clicked his teeth. “Yeah, alright. You caught me.”
Before Taph could react, Shedletsky began to pinch and squeeze Taph’s sides gently, and the demolitionist began to laugh silently.
🪶🪶‼️, they frantically burst out. “It does?” Shedletsky teased, pulling Taph in so that their back and wings were to his chest. “Well, Taph, I had no idea it tickled so much!”
Shedletsky laid his head in the crook of Taph’s neck, using the stubble on his chin to nuzzle into their neck. At this, Taph’s coos became mixed with their laughter, and they grasped Shedletsky’s wrists instinctively.
Creeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!
“Your laugh is so sweet, Taph!” Shedletsky giggled, stroking Taph’s hair with one hand while the other dug into their soft stomach. “Coochie coochie coo! Aw, you have such a cute little tummy.”
He watched as they threw their head back into his shoulder, and Shedletsky couldn’t help but notice the bright blush spreading itself across Taph’s face. He had never seen the demolitionist smile before, let alone laugh - So the sight in front of him was one he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
“Let’s play a game, shall we Taph?” He smirked, crossing his legs so that Taph was sitting snugly in the middle. Shedletsky moved his hand from Taph’s hair to their ribs, and the other avian gave him a shaky smile.
❓❓, they asked, a nervous smile on their face. They froze when Shedletsky’s finger poked their ribs, wriggling into the gap. “I wanna see how many ribs you have, Taph.”
Shedletsky wormed a single finger into the space between Taph’s first and second ribs, drawing out a few squeal-like coos as he started counting. “Oooone…”
CREEEEEEE! Creeeeeeeeeeeheeeeheee!
“Twoooo… Oh, quit moving, Taph! Now I need to start all over! One…”
Taph squeezed their eyes shut, wriggling the best they could as Shedletsky poked and traced their ribs. They laughed even harder when Shedletsky finally reached the bottom ribs, stream after stream of coos tumbling out of their mouth.
“…Aaand twenty-four! Good thing all your ribs are here, Taph!” Shedletsky smiled cheerfully, raking his fingers over Taph’s ribcage. “Now where should I get you next? Hm?”
Creeheeheee!
“I know!” He gasped. “Wings aside, where’s your worst spot, Taph? Everyone’s got one.”
Taph shook their head vigorously as they cooed in embarrassment. 🤷🤷🤷‼️
Shedletsky grinned down at Taph, the cogs in his mind turning. “Well then, I guess we’ll have to find out!”
Not even a second later, Shedletsky’s hands darted to where Taph’s hips were, grabbing them and squeezing rapidly.
CREEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE! CREEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!
“First try!” Shedletsky cheered, his grip on Taph’s hips firm enough to prevent his hands from being pried off. “I’d say this is a pretty good spot, wouldn’t you Taph?”
CREEEHEEEHEEEHEEE!
Shedletsky peered at Taph’s face, biting back the urge to say ‘awww’. The pink blush across their cheeks had spread rapidly, and their wings squirmed against Shedletsky’s chest as they thrashed in his grip. "Awww, now come on Taph. The others are going to hear you chirping!"
❌❌‼️, they squeaked, and Shedletsky huffed with fake annoyance. "You can't? Then I'll just have to explain to the others why there was a pigeon up here, hm?"
CREEEHEEEHEEEEEHEEEE! CREEEEEEEEEE!
After a minute, Shedletsky decided to give Taph a rest. “Alright, that’s enough of that. Are you okay?”
Creeee… Creeeheeeheee…
Taph’s residual giggles slipped past their lips, and they patted Shedletsky’s shoulder tiredly. 👍👍👍
“Good.” Shedletsky nodded. “So do you still want pets?”
Taph nodded, and Shedletsky continued to card his fingers through the demolitionist’s hair and feathers.
Cruuuuh… Cruuuuuuuh…
“Thanks for trusting me, Taph… Really means a lot to me.”
👍, they replied, tired out from Shedletsky’s antics.
Shedletsky hummed gently into Taph’s ear, stroking their shoulders and enjoying the soft coos. “You really are like a pigeon, Taph.” He remarked, opening his own wings and wrapping them around the other avian. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
He continued to pet Taph until he heard softer, more relaxed coos. “Taph?”
Cruuuh… Cruuuh… Cruuuh…
Shedletsky quickly realised that Taph, of all things, had fallen asleep on him and was now snoring. He leaned back on the bed, laying him and Taph in a ring of pillows and closing his eyes. “Sleep tight, Taph.”
We Meet Again
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: A seemingly regular round goes the complete opposite direction when Azure manages to capture Two Time.
CW: Foot tickles
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Their breath hitched in their lungs as they ran, the music only getting louder and louder in their ears.
Two Time crouched quickly, narrowly avoiding the killer’s tentacle attack. Azure growled, looking around to see a badly wounded Elliot, attempting to sneak past. He rushed at him, and Two Time got up to run and hide around the next corner.
A scream was heard, and Two Time shuddered upon hearing it. “RUN!” Elliot shouted, before he went silent.
Two Time could suddenly feel a shift in the air. They gasped quietly upon realising that Elliot had been their last teammate.
They were now locked in Last Man Standing with none other than their former (?) lover. And by the sound of it, they were about to get caught.
“Where are you, Timey~”
They jumped from behind the wall, hoping to evade Azure for long enough until the round ended - Yet this failed when they tripped over something, falling flat on their face.
What? That wasn’t there before- Oh. Oh Spawn.
Two Time gulped as the object that had tripped them wrapped itself around their ankles. Before they could try to kick it away, another tentacle wrapped around their wrists, holding them together as they felt yet another one wrap around their waist.
They let out a yelp when the tentacles hoisted them up, bringing them face to face with the dreaded killer.
“Hello there, Two Time.” Azure smirked, poking their cheek. “Long time no see.”
“Azure!” Two Time stuttered, trying to wriggle free. They realised it was futile very quickly, and the tentacles only tightened their hold once they squirmed more.
“This is quite funny, no?” Azure grinned, examining the increasingly nervous Two Time. “We meet again, just like this.”
Two Time cleared their throat in an attempt to sound as calm as possible. “What is it you want, Azure?”
The killer laughed, low and smooth like Two Time was familiar with. “Oh, you make me laugh, Timey. I just want to talk! Just like we always do when we see each other.”
“But now that you ask…” Azure put on a mock-thinking face. “Now that you remind me… There is something I want from you. I want…”
He moved a finger towards Two Time, dragging it slowly across their sides.
“Ack!” Two Time yelped, gasping as they realised what exactly Azure wanted. “Azure! Wahahait!”
“Wait for what, Timey?” The tentacled killer tutted, using both hands to poke gently at Two Time’s stomach. “I just want to hear your laugh again.”
“Aaah! Nahahahaha!” Two Time squealed, pulling at their arms as they squirmed in Azure’s hold. It was still futile, as the tentacle had their forearms held together above their head, leaving them completely exposed.
“Yes~” Azure cooed, kneading into Two Time’s sides and stomach at the same time. Two Time shrieked as the sensations rippled through their body, trying desperately to escape. “Ahahahaha! Azuhuhuhure! Plehehehease!”
“Please what?” Azure snarked. He decided to take it up a notch, using the tentacle holding their ankles together to trace across Two Time’s barely covered feet.
Two Time’s laughter increased by nearly an octave, and they wriggled even harder. “NAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”
“Aw, not where, Timey? Here?” Azure began to scratch the spaces between Two Time’s ribs, chuckling as their squirming made his fingers go everywhere. “I must say, you’re squirming too much!”
“I CAHAHAN’T HEHEHELP IHIHIT!” Two Time screamed, tears pricking in the corners of their eyes. “Oh, right!” Azure nodded. “Perhaps you’re too ticklish for this? Is that it?”
Two Time felt their cheeks heat up even more as they tried to process the teases. “OHOHOH SPAHAHAHAWN! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” Azure lectured. “The Spawn says you have three and a half more minutes with me. How lucky are you?”
He took Two Time’s frantic laughter as a valid response, deciding to move on. “Now…” He wrapped one of his free tentacles around their waist, using it to lift up their shirt. Two Time felt the cool night air against their midriff, giving Azure a shaky, pleading smile. “No! Nohohoho! Gehehet awahahay! I beheheg you!”
“Hmm…” Azure pondered. He looked at Two Time’s waist, using the tentacle around it to sneakily approach.
“No.”
The tentacle jabbed itself into Two Time in one fluid motion, wriggling against the bare skin. He proceeded to dig his fingers into Two time’s stomach, drawing out a vast array of sounds.
“NONONO NOHOHOHO! OH SPAHAHAWN PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Azure continued to squeeze for a bit longer, finally relenting once Two Time had stopped pulling at their arms. “Now, how about a little reprieve, my nightshade?” He removed his hands, leaving only the gentle swiping of the tentacle at Two Time’s feet and waist.
Two Time was sent into another fit of giggles, trying to catch their breath as the sensations were now less intense. “Hehehehe… Thahahank you, Azuhuhure…”
“No worries, Timey.” Azure flashed them a plotting smirk, and Two Time’s face dropped. “No. Nononono plehehease nohohoho!”
“Oh, looks like I spoiled my own surprise.” Azure shrugged, wriggling his fingers right above Two Time’s underarms. “Shall I still go ahead with it? What do you think?”
“Nohohoho!” Two Time squealed, trying to shift away from Azure’s fingers. “Oh?” The killer gave them a questioning look. “Why are you still laughing, Timey?”
Two Time looked down, realising that every tentacle had stopped tickling them. They looked back at Azure, giggling nervously. “I dohohon’t knohohow…?”
“Well, I do.” Azure tutted again, wriggling his fingers closer and closer to Two Time’s underarms. He watched as Two Time shrieked as he got close, whining a little when he drew back.
Eventually, Two Time found their wits. “JUHUST GET IT OVER WIHIHIHITH ALREADY!” They yelled, gasping as Azure shook his head.
Not a second later, Azure’s fingers began to gently scratch the hollows of their underarms, and Two Time could no longer contain themselves.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” They screeched, glad that they were in Last Man Standing so that nobody could see or hear what was happening.
“OHOHOH SPAHAHHAWN! AZZIE PLEHEHEASE! MERCY!”
“Oh!” Azure smiled, cupping Two Time’s cheek with a hand while he used the tip of a free tentacle to continue digging into Two Time’s underarm. “How adorable, my little nightshade… So cute.”
“EEEEEEE!” Two Time shrieked, shaking their head. “NAHAHA AZUHUHURE!”
“Alright, fine…”
Two Time felt the tentacles release their forearms, only to drag them behind their back and hold their wrists together.
“Wha…” They panted, feeling Azure gently rub their sides. “Ah…”
“Maybe I won’t kill you.” Azure hummed, pulling their shirt back down. “Although, I am quite hungry and we still have a minute. So…”
“What was that sound you made when you ate that delivery boy’s pizza? Oh yes!” Before Two Time could react, Azure lowered his head to their neck. “Nom nom nom!”
“Aaah!” Two Time squealed, melting into Azure as he held them closer. They tried to hide their neck with their shoulders, only for Azure to use his hand to keep their chin up. “Ahehehehehe!”
“Mmm…” Azure sighed, nibbling on Two Time’s neck and fluttering his fingers under their chin. “I enjoy our time together, my little nightshade. I’ll miss you… Maybe you could come to me?”
“Suhuhure!” Two Time squeaked. “Maybehehe I could sneheheak awahahay?”
“That would be quite pleasant.” Azure smiled, sitting down and pulling Two Time into his lap. He released Two Time from his tentacles, nuzzling their neck gently. “I will await your presence…”
He spent the last few seconds by pressing a kiss to Two Time’s lips, pulling apart right before the timer ended. “Until then, my nightshade…”
When Two Time returned to the survivor cabin, they immediately collapsed on the floor, and their teammates gathered around to congratulate and help their fellow survivor.
“Looks like he did a number on you, Two Time…” Chance tutted. “Glad to know that you made it through.”
Two Time simply nodded, not wanting to divulge any of the events of the last 4 minutes.
After all, they did have some sneaking out to do.
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To Fall Into One's Own... Tripwires?
Word count (I should be keeping track of this): 1.3k
Summary: Taph gets themselves stuck in her own tripwires, attracting Shedletsky’s attention. Unfortunately for him.
A/N: Taph uses she/he/they pronouns
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Shedletsky was walking back to his room with a bucket of fried chicken, ready to sit down and relax. As he approached the door to his room, he heard a series of crashes from a few rooms away. Realising it was coming from Taph’s, he put the bucket inside his room and ran towards the demolitionist’s bedroom in a hurry.
“Please don’t be filled with subspace tripmines, please don’t be filled with subspace tripmines…” He muttered to himself before opening the door. “Taph?”
He looked down, facepalming internally at the sight.
“Oh, Taph.”
Taph had fallen onto the floor, wrapped in his own tripwires. Their wrists were bound above their head, and another wire wrapped around their waist to prevent them from getting up. Taph looked at him, waving her trapped hands the best they could. They tried to sign, but resorted to emojis as their hands were too tightly bound together.
🍗🙏✋, they sighed.
“Sure, I’ll give you a hand.” Shedletsky grumbled. “Also, why am I a fried chicken?”
🗡️❓, she asked.
“Either is okay. Thanks, Taph.” Shedletsky chuckled, kneeling down. “But it’s nice to know I’m known for my chicken.”
👍☺️
Taph nodded appreciatively as Shedletsky reached for the other tripwire stakes, pulling them loose to get better access to the wires actually trapping Taph. Once he was done, he sat down next to Taph to try and prise the wires off of the demolitionist.
“I’ll try to get these off as fast as I can, alright?” He asked, looking to Taph.
🙏🙏🙏
“On it.” Without further ado, Shedletsky moved to the tripwire around Taph’s waist, attempting to hook his fingers underneath to untangle it. “Just hold on and I’ll-“
As his fingers accidentally poked Taph’s ribcage, the demolitionist suddenly jerked in his wires, trying to settle themselves.
“…Taph, did I hurt you?” Shedletsky asked. “Or are the tripwires hurting you?”
❌❌
Taph rapidly shook their head, leaving Shedletsky to continue. “Alright, buddy…” Shedletsky looked unconvinced, yet kept trying to untangle the wires. “Just don’t die on me…”
🚫, Taph shook his head once again.
Shedletsky sighed, moving to the tripwires around Taph’s upper body. His fingers brushed Taph’s underarms, causing the demolitionist to twitch noticeably.
“Okay, there’s no way nothing’s happening right now.” Shedletsky huffed, looking at Taph’s face with tiredness. “What’s going on, Taph?”
There was a tense silence in the room before Shedletsky’s eyes widened in realisation. “Well, well, well.” He grinned. “I never would have thought that you’re the ticklish kind, Taph.”
At this accusation, Taph began to shake her head even faster than Shedletsky had ever seen before. A scramble of emojis emerged, each becoming more scrambled than the next.
“Oh, well now I definitely have to try this out!”
Taph panicked as he watched Shedletsky’s hands plunge into his robes, drilling into his underarms with a relentless vigour. They began to spasm and thrash in the tripwires, trying to escape Shedletsky’s conniving hands.
“Aww.” Shedletsky chuckled, dodging narrowly as Taph attempted to kick him. “Ah ah ah, we can’t have that, can we Taph?”
In one swift movement, Shedletsky moved to straddle Taph’s hips, preventing them from kicking him away. “That’s better!” He sneered, continuing his assault on Taph’s underarms.
Beneath him, Taph continued to pull on the tripwires, now trying to buck Shedletsky off. However, the man let his wings out, using them to add weight and prevent the demolitionist from moving him anywhere.
“Nice try, Taph.” He hummed. “You know, I should really try something else. This is getting boring, am I right?”
Shedletsky removed his hands from Taph’s underarms, instead hovering them over the demolitionist’s sides.
🫸🫸‼️, Taph stared at Shedletsky’s hands, hoping he wouldn’t be too rough.
Not a second later, he felt Shedletsky grab his sides and begin squeezing in tandem.
Taph was grateful he had his hood on, otherwise Shedletsky would have been able to see his face. Beneath the mask, they were silently laughing so hard that they thought a noise would eventually be squeezed out of them.
With all her thrashing, she knew something had to give eventually.
Deus ex machina, the tripwires around their wrists snapped, letting them pull their hands down. Unfortunately, Shedletsky was still too busy with Taph’s sides to notice, so Taph frantically grabbed his wrists to get him to (hopefully) let up.
“Hm, you got free…” Shedletsky huffed. “Never mind! I can still keep- AGH!”
Shedletsky sputtered as Taph’s wing hit him directly in the face, and he jokingly glared down at the demolitionist. “Oh, you’ve done it now.”
He pounced, pulling Taph’s hands down onto the floor and pinning them with his knees. As Taph thrashed upwards, Shedletsky trapped him in a hug, pinning his arms against his sides and scribbling his fingers into the pits of Taph’s wings.
Taph’s brain short-circuited, and they began to thrash in Shedletsky’s vice grip, resorted to banging their head against their captor’s shoulder as they felt fingers burrowing into their wing pits. It was almost unbearable for her, and the worst part was that she was completely trapped.
“Tickletickletickletickle!” Shedletsky teased, hearing Taph’s legs kicking the floor behind him. “Aw Taph, it isn’t even funny how ticklish you are. So why are you laughing like that? Hm?”
Instead of blurting out a response, Taph simply buried their head in Shedletsky’s neck, shaking and flapping their wings frantically. Shedletsky leaned in to put his head on Taph’s when he heard a muffled sound coming from Taph’s hood.
He leaned in and listened carefully, quickly realising that the usually silent Taph was now cooing.
Shedletsky continued drilling his fingers into the feathers, listening as Taph’s coos became louder and louder. “This spot really gets you, doesn’t it?” He chuckled, and Taph cooed even louder from the teasing. He noticed that Taph sounded a lot like a pigeon, looking at the demolitionist with increasing cuteness aggression.
“You sound like a little bird, Taph. I wish I could see your smile right now, I bet it would be so cute!”
Meanwhile with Taph, he was laughing so hard (albeit silently) that he had entirely collapsed against Shedletsky. What felt like electricity jolted up and down his body and wings, and he let out a string of frantic coos to try and signal to Shedletsky that he couldn’t take any more.
Thankfully, Shedletsky understood, taking his fingers out of Taph’s wing pits and rubbing her back. “Alright, Taph. I’m done.”
Taph panted, coos coming out in fragments as they tried to catch their breath. Shedletsky finally released their arms, allowing them to sign. “What was that for?!” They asked, hands moving frantically.
“I don’t know, I was bored.” Shedletsky shrugged. “But if you didn’t like it, I won’t do it again.”
“Well…” Taph hesitantly signed, still cooing. She nearly muddled up her next movements, and Shedletsky was barely able to make out what Taph was trying to say.
“I can’t really hide it, but I didn’t hate it.”
Shedletsky gave him a smirk, chuckling as he put both hands above Taph’s shoulders. “Can I hug you again? I won’t tickle you.”
“Go for it.” She shrugged.
Carefully, Shedletsky wrapped his arms around Taph, feeling the soft cloth of their robes. “This is nice.” He commented, and he subsequently felt Taph nod along.
Taph pulled away a second later, looking down at their pinned legs. “Can you please get off me?” They signed.
“Oh, right! Sorry about that, Taph.” He apologised, hurriedly moving himself off and standing up. “Now…” Shedletsky huffed, extending a hand to Taph. “Wanna come downstairs? I can smell Elliot’s pizza cooking from here.”
Taph nodded, taking Shedletsky’s hand to get off the floor. “What about the tripwires?” They asked, and Shedletsky shrugged. “I’ll help you with them after we eat. I’m hungry.”
Once they went downstairs, Chance turned to them with a questioning look. “Why’d I hear pigeons up there?” He asked.
Taph and Shedletsky gave each other a knowing look before shaking their heads, walking to the counter to get their shares of pizza.
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All You Gotta Do Is Ask
First fic - pls don't jump me lol
Summary: Contractee’s flustered face can’t be from nowhere - and the others catch on fast.
CW: Slightly intense tickles (maybe idk), foot tickles
A/N: The Contract-lee was inspired by this post
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“Something the matter, buddy? You’ve been quiet today.”
“Nothing.” Contractee grumbled, slamming his drink on the coffee table. Yet something was, in fact, the matter.
It had started two days ago with Contractee being mildly flustered by watching Mafioso’s fingers tap rhythmically on the coffee table. The day before, he had witnessed Consigliere and Soldier jabbing each other in the sides, feeling his cheeks heat up as he swiftly walked back to his sleeping quarters. It had gotten to the point where he had tried to scribble at his own sides, before becoming too embarrassed to continue and beginning his (poor) attempt at ignoring the feeling.
“Uh, dude? You’re kinda blushing there.” Caporegime pointed out.
Oh.
The other two goons turned towards the flustered Contractee, Soldier practically jumping out of his seat to plop himself next to his blushing colleague and friend.
“Whatcha thinking about there, man? You gonna tell us?” He asked, poking Contractee in the stomach.
“Eeee!”
The room came to a standstill as the other three goons rapidly put two and two together, cheeky grins forming on their faces.
“Oh, I get it! Someone’s ticklish…!” Consigliere exclaimed, drawing out the last word. Contractee’s blush spread to the tips of his ears, hands coming up to his cheeks as the others made their remarks.
“Aww, he’s covering his face!”
“Wait until the boss hears about this one…”
“You guys know what to do! Let’s get him!”
At that sentence, Contractee leapt out of his seat, sprinting to the hallway in the hopes of reaching the bathroom to lock the others out. Turning the corner to the hall, he was running too fast to avoid slamming right into his boss.
“Boss! I-“
He didn’t have the chance to explain himself, let alone keep running, before Mafioso scooped him up by the waist, scribbling his fingers into his sides.
Contractee immediately burst into squeaky, frantic laughter, whacking his fists along his captor’s back and kicking his legs rapidly as Mafioso began to march him back into the living room.
“Bohohoss, whyyyy!” He squeaked, receiving nothing but a smirk in return.
He didn’t even notice the transfer until he was gently dropped onto the floor on his back, the other three goons moving in coordination. Consigliere swiftly straddled his hips and Caporegime locked his ankles in a headlock while Soldier knelt down beside him. All while Mafioso held his arms up, leaving him completely exposed.
“Guys, wahahait…” Contractee squirmed, his blush becoming darker as Soldier wiggled his fingers menacingly.
“Wait for what exactly, buddy? For you to explode before we getchaaaa?” Consigliere teased, painstakingly lowering his wiggling fingers until they hovered right above Contractee’s exposed ribcage. Contractee squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, feeling completely vulnerable as he prepared to stifle his laughter. The fact that he and the other goons (Mafioso included) were all in casual wear made it worse, especially since he was in a white shirt, shorts and socks.
He opened his eyes just in time to see two sets of hands begin to scratch at his sides and underarms, shutting his mouth as he rapidly exhaled.
“Mhmhm!” He shook his head rapidly, trying to distract himself from the sensations. This failed when Caporegime’s fingers started to trace his socked feet, Contractee gritting his teeth together to prevent any other sound from slipping out. He desperately tried to kick out, attempts futile due to Caporegime’s vice grip on his ankles.
“Come on and laugh for us, Contractee.” Consigliere teased, scratching along his ribs. “Or should I say… Contract-lee?”
Oh no.
“Whahaha - Aiieeeeee!” Contractee squeaked as his defence fell flat at the teasing, the sensations finally breaking through. “Nohohoho, wahahihit!”
“Theeeere we are!” Soldier grinned, digging his fingers right into the hollows of Contractee’s underarms. In unison, the other two goons dug into their respective spots.
Contractee let out a shriek in response to the sudden sensory overload, falling into helpless laughter. He tugged at his arms in a vain attempt to escape from the sensations, failing as he remembered that Mafioso had pinned them to the floor.
Speaking of Mafioso, the mafia boss made his contribution to the melting Contractee by pinning his arms under his knees, before reaching down to scribble at his neck.
“AIEEEEEE!”
Contractee’s squeal made the other three goons relent for a few seconds to look at his now-red face. He desperately tried to move his head and escape the sensations, but Mafioso had gently grabbed onto the back of his ears and started to scratch gently, holding him down while exploiting yet another ticklish spot.
The combined sensations of both gentle scratching and ruthless scribbling drove Contractee insane. His attempts at resisting had long ended, leaving him to laugh along with his tormentors/ friends/coworkers.
“NAHAHAHA! OH TELAMOHOHON PLEHEHEASE!”
To make matters worse, Consigliere had lifted his victim’s shirt up, revealing Contractee’s quivering tummy. Once again, he only noticed this once the tickling had stopped momentarily, giving him a short respite.
“…Whahahat are you doing?” Contractee nervously asked as his fellow goons paused their antics, Caporegime glancing wide-eyed at Consigliere’s cheeky grin behind his sunglasses.
“Dude, you’re gonna kill him.” He chuckled as Consigliere began to lower his head.
“Oh… Oh shoot! Wahahait! Wahahahait!” Contractee thrashed in the grip of his fellow mobsters, trying to escape before it was too late. “Nohohot thahahat!”
“Whaaat, this? I thought you loved fruit?” Consigliere snickered, grabbing the man by the waist to prevent him from wriggling away. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on ya.”
Before Contractee could continue with his pleas, Consigliere blew a few raspberries right over his navel.
The shriek that Contractee let out could have shattered windows - before he fell into a few seconds of silent laughter, going completely limp. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, indicating he was extremely close to his limits.
Consigliere immediately stopped with the raspberries as to not overwhelm Contractee, opting for gentle scratching. Mafioso also released his hands, laying Contractee’s head on his lap as Soldier and Caporegime eased up on their tickles.
“Ahehehe… Whahahat?” Contractee asked, completely flushed.
“We wanna make you laugh, not kill you man.” Soldier chuckled, fluttering his fingers over Contractee’s ribs.
“Yeah,” Consigliere smiled. “You looked like you wanted to ask for this for days. So remember, all you gotta do is ask. Alright?”
“Alrihihihight!” Contractee giggled, still being tickled by his coworkers.
“So for next time, what do you gotta do?” Caporegime asked, scratching at Contractee’s arches.
“Ah - Ask! Ask!” Contractee squeaked, his fellow goons beginning to tickle him a little harder while Mafioso let his henchman laugh himself silly on his lap.
“Aiiiiieeehehehehe!” The tickling was a lot gentler than before, eliciting tiny squeaks from Contractee - who was now willingly laying down after being tired out by his fellow goons.
“Awww…” They all cooed, feeling a sense of joy at being able to make their fellow member laugh like there was no tomorrow. The constant pressure of operating within the mafia affected them all in different ways, and an activity to bring them some relief was definitely needed.
As they contemplated this, their hands stopped moving until they were gently tracing along Contractee’s sensitive tickle-spots, giving the man a break.
“Hee hee…” He caught his breath while giggles still slipped out here and there, a sense of peace washing over him and his friends.
“Feeling better, buddy?” Consigliere asked, climbing off of Contractee’s waist. “We weren’t too rough on ya, were we?” Soldier interjected, while Caporegime let go of his ankles and turned towards him in concern.
“Hah… Yeah, guys. I’m alright here.” Contractee sighed as Mafioso rubbed at his neck and ears to fully remove the phantom sensations.
“I kinda needed that… So uh…“ Contractee blushed once more. ”Thanks.”
“No problem, dude.” Caporegime smiled at him, patting his knee.
Before anyone else could react, Mafioso gently picked up his henchman like one would pick up a baby before walking to the couch. “No jobs tonight, boys. Consigliere, order in. Soldier, get some drinks ready. And Caporegime, pick a movie or something.”
“Yes, boss!” The other three goons immediately moved as instructed while Mafioso laid Contractee next to him, passing him a glass of water.
Contractee gulped down the contents before Mafioso took the glass, petting his hair. “You definitely needed that, kid. You’ve been tense.”
“Hmm…” Contractee hummed happily as Gubby plonked himself on his lap, snuggling into him. The tired man laid his head on Mafioso’s shoulder as his fellow goons returned with snacks and drinks. After placing them down, Consigliere sat on Contractee’s other side. Caporegime clicked on The Other Woman before sitting next to Consigliere, leaving Soldier to lay his head on Caporegime’s lap.
As the gang collectively booed at Mark’s cheating, Contractee sat still as Mafioso braided his ponytail. The movie kept running while Consigliere snuggled into Contractee, munching on a slice of pizza and nuzzling his shoulder with an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
He could stay in the moment forever.
