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Female. Not a minor. No NSFW stuff

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I'll use this as my pinned post:

I do take requests

I mainly write for Wednesday

Edit: I'm also doing Shameless now

Just please don't ask for anything sexual or wenclair. Other than that, I'd be happy to write something for you

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Summary: Eugene doesn't appreciate being used as a foot rest

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Eugene made himself comfortable on his bed, eager to open his book of rare bee species he'd bought for himself. But as soon as he was in his spot, two socked feet came down to rest in his lap. He stared at his boyfriend in disbelief.

"Really?"

Pugsley had his own book, well technically a journal of one of his relatives with contents that Eugene preferred not to think about. He grinned, shrugging. "Might as well. You're right here."

"Get off," Eugene tried pushing him away but Pugsley's legs were heavy, "Dude!"

"I love you," Pugsey called cheekily.

Eugene groaned. "Not cool, man. How am I supposed to read like this?"

"Hold your book up?" was all Pugsley suggested, going back to the journal. Eugene rolled his eyes.

Looking down, he suddenly got an idea.

He didn't know if Pugsley was ticklish or anything, but it was a worth a try to find out, right? Eugene held his breath, softly tickling the middle of his boyfriend's foot.

The reaction was immediate: Pugsley jerked, yelping. "Dude, what was that for?"

Now happy his plan worked, Eugene grabbed one of his ankles. "Payback," he declared.

A couple of Eugene's much older cousins used to hold him down to tickle him, their fingers skittering over his stomach and feet while he wiggled around wildly and screamed with laughter. Eugene didn't do that; he dragged his fingers very lightly up and down the foot, just enough to do the job.

His boyfriend tried not to react at first, pressing his lips together and turning his head away, but it was a losing battle. 

Pugsley wasn't nearly as loud as Eugene had been. He did giggle helplessly, hiding his face with his hands (ugh, even while being tickled to death, his boyfriend was so frickin cute), not fighting him too much. He wasn't even trying to pull his foot away.

"Are you sorry?" Eugene taunted. He wasn't used to being in this position, but it was kinda fun.

Pugsley shook his head, still giggling.

"You will be," Eugene said threateningly. "Just wait."

He just had to find the spot, the really sensitive spot. His arches were a good spot, good enough to make him squirm, but it didn't really get him going like Eugene hoped.

He had to have the spot. Didn't everyone?

Then, he got an idea. Eugene scratched under his toes as gently as he possibly could.

Pugsley shrieked.

"Nhahahohot there!"

Jackpot! Eugene grinned.

"Nohohoho!" 

"Fine." If that was how he wanted to play then Eugene could be stubborn too. "Then I won't stop." 

Needless to say, he didn't last long after that. 

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Summary: Pugsley tries to get Eugene's attention while he's trying to focus on his homework. Revenges happens

idk if i ship these or not but thought i'd try it out

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Eugene was trying to read his textbook. He had 10 long pages to get through just tonight, but Pugsley wasn't making it easy on him. He'd climbed on the bed, inserting himself into Eugene's space, nuzzling his neck, holding him in his arms and just generally being a complete nuisance.

"Pugsley," he mumbled. "Come on, dude. I have to finish this."

"It can wait," Pugsley kissed behind his ear. Eugene shivered involuntarily.

"It can't. I have to turn my essay in by tomorrow."

"You can take a break," Pugsley said. "You've been working on it for two hours."

"....It's been fifteen minutes."

"Same thing."

Eugene shook his head, a smile on his lips. "You can wait fifteen more."

"Dude, no," Pugsley held onto him tighter. "I've been waiting long enough."

"Don't be so impatient," Eugene wiggled to get himself out of Pugsley's grasp.

"Hey. I'm not as impatient as Wednesday," Pugsley said.

"You're not any better," Eugene huffed a laugh. He made a sudden noise when Pugsley shut his book. "Don't do that! I didn't even bookmark it."

Pugsley moved him by the shoulders, so he was facing his way. "take a break." He leaned in for a kiss. Eugene kissed back, but it didn't last long, and he scooted back.

"I have to do this," Eugene said before his boyfriend said anything.

"Or...you can do me instead," Pugsley grinned. Eugene groaned.

"You're so stupid."

"You asked me out. Who's the stupid one?"

"Still you," Eugene said. Pugsley pouted. "Are you going to let me do my homework now?"

"Probably not."

"Fine," Eugene gave up. Pugsley was much happier now.

"Really?"

"Really," Eugene glided his hands over Pugsley's shoulders. "Lay down for me."

Pugsley fell back on the bed with a plop, pleased to see his plan had work.

Eugene hovered over him. "Close your eyes," he whispered. Pugsley did just that, exhaling in anticipation.

Now smirking, Eugene slid his hands under his boyfriend's shirt, skittering his nails over his bare stomach. Pugsley instantly jerked, eyes flying open.

"Duhuhude," he sputtered out in between laughter, "Nhohoho!"

"This is for interrupting me," Eugene chided, softly tickling up Pugsley's sides.

The sound of Pugsley's laughter was actually kind of cute. Eugene was smiling despite himself. He tried to push at Eugene's hands but he was too weak from all the laughter for it to do much.

Eugene snickered to himself. "You're cute like this." He really was. His face was all scrunched, giggling helplessly under Eugene's touch. "What if I tickle you here?"

He scratched at Pugsley's lowest ribs and even more laughter came spilling out.

"Nhohot thehhahaere!"

"Or here?" Eugene teased, reaching up to tickle his neck. Pugsley yelped, trying to trap his hand which didn't end up working his favor. Just gave Eugene better access. "Does Wednesday know you're so ticklish? Maybe I should tell her."

A rush of gibberish came out. Eugene deciphered that was his way of saying no.

"Are you gonna say sorry for bothering me?' Eugene changed tactics, focusing his attention on his boyfriend's lower stomach. That was definitely one of his bad spots. Pugsley was desperately trying to get away.

"Plehehehease!"

"Please what?" Eugene was kind of having fun, to be honest. Definitely made him forget about the stress of homework temporarily. "Aren't you sorry?"

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Summary: Enid and Thing get even with Wednesday

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Wednesday was in tears from laughing so hard.

Enid had her pinned to the bed, arms held behind her, legs trapped. She was always so gloomy. Someone should try to cheer her up!

Thank God for werewolf strength, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to do this.

Her laughter came out loudly. Thing didn't have to have much encouragement when Enid tried to persuade him into helping her. He was more than ready to get some revenge.

Thing scratched his nails on Wednesday's bare stomach. It was one of her weak points, zapping away any strength she might have had. Her laughter was frantic and full of nonsense babbling.

"Oh, you're getting her good," Enid said, satisfied. "Next time she won't mess with us."

Thing circled her navel, eliciting a whole new wave of screechy laughter.

"Let me try something," Enid adjusted her hold on Wednesday, reaching down to softly tickle along her bestie's side. She wasn't even able to handle it, the focus there as well as her lower stomach now that Thing jumped to another spot. "Dang, Wens. You're really ticklish. Oh! Try to get her ribs."

"Nohohoh!"

Thing softly scratched that spot too, the last of her ribs, slowly going up.

Wednesday spasmed with laughter.

"Aww," Enid teased. "Is that a bad spot?"

This was going to be a great way to keep Wednesday from being super gloomy and grouchy in the future!

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Summary: Malfoy is being irritating so the gang does something about it.

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"Hey, Potter." Harry stabbed his chicken with his fork, the blonde's voice grating to his ears. "How does it feel to know that Gryffindor's going to lose the next match?"

"Go way, Malfoy."

But of course he didn't. "Better hope Johnson can find three new players in time or you lot will have to forfeit."

It was the very thing that Harry was thinking about too. He refused to look at Malfoy, not wanting him to get any satisfaction. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Malfoy just gave him a smirk on his way towards the Slytherin table.

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"It's bollocks," Harry raged later on. "What are we supposed to do now?"

Himself, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Cho were in the Room of Requirement. There was no D.A. practice today, which was good honestly. He needed a chance to relax without having to guide anyone through a lesson.

"Well, Harry," Hermione's tone didn't set right with him. It was the same tone she'd had during their second year after Ron received a howler from Mrs. Weasley. "You can't be that surprised. You, Fred and George knew better."

"Are you serious?" Ron exclaimed. "Don't tell me they deserved it."

"They knew better," she repeated. "Honestly, did you really think nothing would happen? You shouldn't have attacked Malfoy no matter what he was saying."

"Bit hypocritical coming from you, isn't it?" Harry pointed out. Only Ron knew what he was referring to, Ginny and Cho were visibly confused.

Hermione flushed lightly. "Yes, yes, I hear you. But now you're not going to get to play so I hope it was worth it."

"Yeah, and have to hear Malfoy gloat," Ron muttered.

Ginny had a sudden idea. "Maybe there's something we can do about that." The rest looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Cho asked.

A sly smile worked its way up the redhead's face. "I say we teach the little ferret a lesson."

"What sort of lesson?" Hermione said suspiciously. "Ron and I have to be careful. We don't want to do anything that could make Umbridge take away our Prefect badges."

"Relax," Ginny said reassuringly. "Malfoy will be fine. He won't have a scratch."

Harry wasn't sure if he should be frightened or excited by the smirk she wore.

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"Are you sure about this?"

"Positive, Hermione. It'll work, trust me."

"When will he wake up?" Ron said, looking down at Malfoy's unconscious form.

"Soon," Ginny said nonchalantly.

"And you're sure we won't get in trouble for this?" Cho was all for a little revenge. But she was also apprehensive of being found out. What's to stop Malfoy from snitching on them to Umbridge or Snape?

"He won't."

"How can you be so sure?" Harry and the rest of them were let in on the plan, and he wasn't too sure he believed this was going to work.

Ginny rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Come on, this is going to work. I know it will."

"How did you even get an idea like this?" Cho said.

"Fred and George use to tickle us all the time," Ginny replied. "And Ron was too embarrassed to tell Mum and Dad if they did." At the mention of this, Ron's whole face went crimson.

"I was not," he said, his voice somewhat shrilly.

"Right," she said, unconvinced.

The five of them glanced down at Malfoy, varying degrees of uncertainty, or boredom in Ginny's case.

"When do you suppose he'll wake up?" Ron said.

"Dunno," Harry said. "Shouldn't be too much longer."

There weren't many places in the castle they could do this in. The Room of Requirement was definitely not going to be used; they couldn't risk him finding out where they secretly practiced.

Ron had offhandedly suggested the chamber. Harry's automatic response was to immediately decline. It was a horrible idea taking everyone down there. But the longer he thought about it, the more Ginny needled him, he realized it might not be the worst idea considering there was no where else they could take him without more people knowing. Ginny was the one who stunned him after he was led to one of the more rarely used corridors, putting him in a body bind for good measure.

"Looks like he's waking up now," Cho said quickly as Malfoy was starting to stir.

It didn't take him long to realize that he was unable to move or who was in his direct line of vision.

"Good, you're awake," Ginny smirked. Malfoy couldn't express himself much, but Harry could plainly see how angry he was regardless. "Now let me tell you how this going to go, Malfoy. We've all had enough of you and we're tired of you talking about the quiddich match. If you think that's funny, we'll show you funny."

She pulled his shirt back, lifting it up to his chest. The rest of them watched her, not moving or following her cue. Ginny grinned slyly, letting her fingers skitter lightly over his bare stomach. Due to the body binding spell, Malfoy couldn't laugh or move, but Harry could bet he'd be feeling those torturous sensations and didn't envy him one bit. He'd been on the receiving end of Ginny's tickling before and would gladly never be again.

"Come on," she said to everyone else. "Have a go."

They glanced at each other. Even though revenge on Malfoy sounded brilliant, this wasn't what they'd had in mind.

Cho, surprisingly, made the first move. She dropped to her knees, pulling off one of Malfoy's shoes but leaving his socks on. She dragged her nails up and down the socked foot, lookign back at his face even though it stayed perfectly still.

"Hmm," Ginny said. "I think we need to change things up a bit."

"Change them how?" Hermione said.

"Let's take the body bind off."

"But someone might hear," Ron said. Harry doubted as much. No one would be able to hear anything down here. But it wouldn't hurt to be cautious.

"We can silence him," Harry said suddenly. "We can use the silencing charm."

Ginny was pleased by his contribution. Harry cast the spell, while Hermione took off the body bind. He still couldn't speak but was now able to move freely. This time when Cho tickled his feet alongside Ginny doing it on his stomach, the prat's mouth was opened wide but no sound came out. Harry thought it was a peculiar look on Malfoy, who normally sneered or smirked.

"Come on, join us then. We won't be able to hold him for long."

Hermione, after meeting Ron and Harry's eye, knelt down beside Ginny. She looked almost unsure of herself, using her body weight to hold him down while sneaking a hand up his shirt, tickling up his side. Harry blinked upon seeing Malfoy jerking around wildly, desperate to escape but there was no way out. The three girls had him weakened considerably.

"Want to have a go?" Ron's question had Harry looking back up. He seemed somewhat awkward too, which came as a comfort to Harry. Apparently he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

"Sure," Harry nodded, dropping down to Malfoy's other side while Ron joined Cho at his feet.

Their presence was needed to keep Malfoy down. A good thing too, because the blonde flailed all over the place once it really got going. Harry almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Because he definitely didn't, but he knew he'd be as much of a mess as Malfoy if he were in his position with all those fingers attacking him.

"This is for getting the boys kicked off the team," Ginny dug her fingers into his stomach, her nails tortuously scraping and poking at all the bare skin.

"And this is for being a prat about it," Cho spoke up. She pushed his foot back, using her own nails to drag down his foot but paying close attention to his arch.

Even in his weakened state, Malfoy's arms were free (they hadn't done anything about that, not seeing it as an issue at the time), not being able to do much against his attackers. Still, Harry didn't want him getting away. Ginny seemed to be thinking along the same line.

"Harry, Ron. Go pin his arms down."

Malfoy couldn't fight them too much on it. He couldn't. It was too much for him to handle. Some of his laughter lessened just slightly now that Harry and Ron's hands had pulled away, but it seemed to pick back up when Ron had a go at his underarms.

"Bit sensitive, Malfoy?" Harry said with delight at the sound of an honest to God squeal that left the blonde's mouth. This was too good. If there wasn't a risk of getting into trouble should a teacher find out, he would've Neville, Seamus and Dean about it.

"You try, Harry!" Ron said with enthusiasm.

And he did. The thin material of Malfoy's shirt didn't do anything for him protection wise. He arched his back, tried to twist and turn and do whatever he could, which was very little. With him and Ron tickling his underarms at the same time, while the girls kept going as well, Malfoy could do nothing but accept his fate.

"Maybe we could try something?" Hermione said with a slight blush.

"Like what?" Him and Ron said at the same time.

"You mean-?" Ginny said understandingly.

"If you want to."

"What?" Ron said impatiently.

Ginny turned herself around to face the other direction, and all the while Hermione did not stop tickling the spot she was at, lettign her fingers trail over his trouser clad thighs. This brought out an even bigger reaction from Malfoy. His leg jerked, his foot nearly kicking Cho in the face.

"Oh," Cho said with surprise. "That seems to be a sensitive spot."

And it was. Harry didn't think Malfoy was going to be much of a bother anymore.

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Summary: Ian has a lot of freckles. Unfortunately for him, Mickey discovers more of them

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"Damn, Gallagher, you have a lot of freckles."

Ian didn't open his eyes. His arms were behind his head, his muscles relaxed. He was cooling off after a nice hot shower. "Thought you already knew that?"

Mickey ignored that. "Could even trace these fuckers." And he did just that, making Ian's eyes suddenly pop open and his whole body jerk.

He was ticklish, he couldn't help it. He'd been the worst out of all of them and Lip would take full advantage of it, usually to make Ian surrender whatever it was that he wanted to use- like the family laptop, for instance.

He'd never told Mickey for obvious reasons. His husband would use it against him without question.

Like now.

"Holy fuck," Mickey said with a devilish grin. Ian groaned to himself. "Are you ticklish, Red?"

"No," Ian sat up, tried getting away, which wasn't easy with their bed pushed against the wall and him on that side. But a sudden feeling of spider crawling up his side made his laughter come out breathy.

"Ha!" Mickey crowed. "I knew it!"

"Don't," Ian said firmly. He wasn't going to do this. He was supposed to be relaxing, for fuck's sake. But of course, Mickey ignored this like the asshole he was. "Mick, I meahehehan ihihit!"

Holy shit. This was fuckin' torture. Mickey's fingers scratched and prodded and poked at his stomach. He was fast, dodging Ian's weak hands that tried to stop him.

Ian felt like a kid all over again, overpowered by his older brother so easily.

"How'd I not know this?" Mickey smirked. He was unaffected by Ian's loud laughter and pleading. Bastard.

"Sthohohop!" Ian begged. Couldn't he have mercy? It wasn't fair at all. Especially knowing that Mickey himself wasn't ticklish.

"Nah," Mickey shrugged. Ian should have been able to get out of this, he was bigger after all, but he was unable to do much of anything other than take it. "Maybe next time you won't hog the fucking bathroom."

Ian was nearly breathless, forcing out peals of laughter as Mickey's short nails grazed cruelly over his bare skin. That was the thing, even years back when he was at Lip's mercy, he'd never really been able to take it. It was worse for him somehow. Not able to withstand any kind of tickling for long. It seemed like every part of him was ticklish He remembered one time Fiona woke him up by tickling his foot that stuck out of the covers, keeping it up when he stayed under there, not moving.

His stomach was the worst, though. Even with his feet or under his arms or anywhere else, he'd be able to clamp his mouth shut for a few seconds. Not there, not his stomach. It was useless to try. He'd go berserk, laughter streaming out of him helplessly.

Please don't, Ian pleaded internally. Please!

As luck would have it, Ian did not get any mercy from his most sensitive spot. Mickey went for the kill; a scream of laughter left Ian the second those torturous fingers touched down. He flailed and he jerked and he did everything he could to get away but it didn't help him in the least.

"Damn, Gallagher," Mickey snickered. Right, because this was amusing to him. "Should've done this before now."

If he could have responded, and wasn't nearly silent from all the forced laughter he was subjected to, he would thrown in a fuck you for good measure.

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probably gonna do a fic where Neville tickles Harry

that's it so far. haven't got a plot yet

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What's your favourite fandom to write for?

It depends

For a while it was Wednesday but now I'm hyperfixating on Harry Potter lol so my favorite changes

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Can I request a mickey x ian tickle fic where mickey finds out ians stomach is ridiculously ticklish please? Also I love your fics!

I'm working on it

hopefully it'll be done in a few days (hopefully tonight but i'm not sure)

and thank you!

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Do you still write for shameless?

yeah, I'm in the midst of working on one. I don't know when it'll be done

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A sequel to the fic where Harry was tickled by Ginny, Hermione and (briefly) Ron

Summary: Harry's not too happy with Ron for tickling him

@ultimatelee19

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Later, with the girls cleared out and the dorm empty save for him and Ron, Harry was getting out his pyjamas, shooting his best mate the occasion look of annoyance.

He couldn't believe Ron actually did that. It was one thing for Ginny and Hermione, though a part of him was still in disbelief that she'd participated too. Ron should have had sympathy for him; he'd complained before about being tickled ruthlessly by the twins or Charlie.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked, having heard Harry huff.

"Oh, you really don't know, do you?"

At this, Ron frowned. "What?"

"Why did you do that?" Harry demanded.

"Do what?"

"You tickled me," Harry ignored the slight embarrassment that crept up, recalling his breathless laughter and inability to form words. "Why?"

"Oh," Ron understood now, and shrugged. It was not answer. Let alone one that Harry wanted to hear. "Fred and George did it to us all the time."

"Right. Well, next time don't," Harry said irritably. He pulled off his shirt swiftly, throwing it on top of his trunk.

"What, are you going to be all miffed now?"

"What do you think?" Harry rolled his eyes, pointedly ignoring Ron. Unfortunately, with his back turned, he didn't see the mischievous glint that lit up his best mate's eyes, nor did he see him cross the room to get to Harry until it was too late. "What are you-"

His breath hitched, partly in shock.

Ron's finger skittered over his bare abdomen, and his brain short-circuited, simply unable to compute it.

"Ron!" Harry squirmed, his back hitting repeatedly against Ron's chest.

With Ron being taller than him, stronger too, he was able to pin Harry's arms with just one arm while the other tickled his stomach mercilessly.

"Rhahaahahaon!"

Harry desperately tried to squirm his way out of Ron's grip, but he just couldn't budge enough. It was awful, torturous. His brain seemed to malfunction, his skin overwhelmed with the horribly sensitive sensations. Laughter belted out of him. Loud, frantic, helpless laughter.

Garbled plea's continuously left his mouth. Plea's begging for Ron to stop, to please stop. All of which were ignored.

"Better mood yet?" Ron said pleasantly. Like he wasn't tickling the life out of his best friend.

"Stohohohp!" Harry's throat ached from all the forced laughter. "Plhlhlhehehease!"

Not too long after that, Harry's body could no longer hold itself up, far too weak from the tickling. His knees gave out and, still with Ron holding onto him, dropped to the floor. If Ron had any decency then he might have stopped but as it turned out, he didn't.

In fact, he pinned Harry down on the floor while Harry laid there, trying to catch his breath. His eyes were wide and panicked. "Listen, I'm sorry, alright? Just stop and we'll forget all about it, yeah?"

"Forget about what?" Ron said casually. He lightly tickled the lower end of Harry's side and the Boy-Who-Lived giggled girlishly. It was humiliating and he was thoroughly glad not have an audience right about now. He shuddered to think what Seamus, Dean or Neville might have to say if they saw him like this. "About how ticklish you are?"

Harry's eyes scrunched shut. He was trying to stifle his laughter but it came out anyway, mixed with whines he couldn't quiet down either. Didn't help that Ron was using both hands on both sides and he could hardly move. He kicked his feet somewhat, as much as he could, heels digging into the floor but it did no good.

He was stuck with no way out. And it didn't look like Ron was going to have any mercy for him anytime soon. Ron's hands traveled up and down his sides torturously, every so often sneaking into his underarms which pulled out some higher octave laughter from Harry. It wasn't fair, much less so because he couldn't escape as there was barely any wiggle room.

"Still going to be miffed about it?" Ron said with a big grin.

Harry garbled out some more nonsense. At one point, he was just wheezing.

"Plhehehease sthohohop!"

"Not yet."

Not yet? What more could Ron possibly want to do to him? Harry dreaded to find out.

The worst came and Harry did find out; Ron did the same thing he did earlier and gave him a raspberry right on his stomach. It was the worst thing he'd ever felt, a much worse form of torture than the cruciatus curse could ever be. With what little room he had, Harry flailed his body around, his laughter coming out the loudest it's been yet.

"Gin was right," Ron said after a couple more of them. "You really are ticklish."

If Harry wasn't trying to catch his breath right now, he'd have a snarky retort on the tip of his tongue. But as it so happened, he couldn't get a word in edgewise at the moment.

"Ron..." Harry breathed out deeply. "...Please...stop..."

"Can't do that, Harry," Ron circled a finger around his navel which made Harry's body spasm.

"Whahehehey?"

"Don't want to," Ron shrugged.

Harry weakly tried pushing Ron's hand away but he had very little strength left.

"Plhehe-NHOHOHHOHO! HAHAHA!"

Not only did Ron gave him another raspberry, but one of his hands was back in Harry's underarm so the tickling was happening simultaneously. There was nothing Harry could do but laugh helplessly and hope to Merlin that no one could actually hear him getting so hysterical.

He didn't know what he'd do if word spread around the school that Harry Potter was ticklish. If Malfoy heard about this or any of the Slytherins, really, he'd be done for. They'd never let him live it down.

Than again, his friends wouldn't be letting him live this down anytime soon either.

By the time he was given another blow to his stomach, Harry's laughter had gone up again. He was giggling uncontrollably, laying there on the floor when his eyes suddenly bugged out of their sockets.

Ron squeezed his sides.

He'd never had this done to him before and never imagined how sensitive he'd be because of it.

"Charlie used to do that to us," Ron said, seeing his reaction. "Used to drove us mad."

Harry could definitely see why. He would have demanded Ron not to do it again, but as he was at the redhead's mercy, it didn't matter what he wanted.

From there. Ron alternated his tickling. From softly spidering his fingers up Harry's sides, over his stomach to scratching around his navel to giving him more squeezes to even randomly tickling his neck and under his chin just to pick some previously left alone spots.

Unlike Ron, he was never tickled when he was a child, certainly not by the Dursleys. If anything, Dudley might have ordered his gang to tickle Harry only as a form of torture but that never happened either. They much preferred their traditional form of Harry Haunting. Besides, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon drilled it into Dudley's head he wasn't to touch Harry. They didn't want his freakishness to spread to their precious Dudleykins.

Not that it stopped their son from punching Harry at every opportunity.

So this was all new to Harry. Truly nothing he would ever want to encounter ever again. He'd even take detention with Snape or even Lockhart, answering more fan mail for him.

"Think you're in a better mood yet?"

Harry's body slumped against the floor. He groaned loudly, not able to really say anything else. Though, he did manage to mumble out, "Tosser," just so Ron knew he wasn't entire'y pleased about this.

Evidently that was the wrong move to make.

A new wave of laughter ensued after that and for a long while, actually.

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Here's some more mother daughter content! I'm sorry this is shorter than I meant for it to be. I was struggling on this

Occurs pre-series

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Wednesday had been ignoring her lately. Ever since Morticia brought up the idea of her attending Nevermore Academy for her freshman year of high school, she had nothing to say to her.

Morticia had been curious to see how long this would last. It was now day five and not once had Wednesday spoken to her.

"Darling, are you going to come down for tea?" Morticia said, standing in her daughter's doorway.

Wednesday, as she expected, said nothing. She wasn't facing Morticia, but rather her window, sitting on her bed with a thick book open on her lap.

Humming softly, Morticia went all the way in, closing the door. "I know you're upset but I do wish you would tell me why." She sat on the bed behind Wednesday. "It's really not a terrible idea. I think you would like it if you gave it a chance."

Seeing that Wednesday wasn't going to speak anytime soon, Morticia remembered one little detail from her daughter's childhood.

Her daughter none the wiser to her thoughts, Morticia lightly dragged her nails down Wednesday's side. She stiffened almost immediately, inching her way off to the left to avoid the sensations.

"Is there a problem, dear?"

Wednesday clamped her mouth shut, refusing to utter a word or a sound. Morticia took this further, quickening her pace and bringing them back up her side. Her daughter squirmed minimally, not completely moving away.

"Hm," Morticia said thoughtfully. "You don't seem to be as ticklish as you used to be."

She used both hands this time, strategically tickling Wednesday on both sides. Her daughter was unable sit completely still this time, her arms raising voluntarily.

It granted Morticia access to her underarms, which she took full advantage of. The dress her daughter was wearing today was sleeveless to beat the summer heat, a choice she was very well regretting.

Poorly smothered noises came through. The book fell on the floor loudly when Wednesday jerked, trying to get away from Morticia's fingers.

She was unsuccessful. Worse, for her that is, she'd fallen onto her side on the bed, collapsing in laughter. Morticia leaned forward, scribbling her fingers all over Wednesday's stomach.

"Sthahahp!"

She was trying to speak. Trying to command her to get away but her words came out jumbled together.

"Poor thing," Morticia cooed. "Is this too much for you?"

When Wednesday lifted an arm to bat her hands away, Mortica simply tickled under that arm and continued what she'd been doing with the other.

She seemed to be in a much better mood.

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We Have Ways of Making You Talk

Summary: One night as the boys are talking about this and that, the subject of girls comes up. Neville doesn't want to talk about who he fancies. Seamus will get it out of him, though

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"-what about you, Nev?"

"Huh?" Neville looked up from his specialty herbology book Gran allowed him to get with some of the money from his vault.

It was a typical Saturday night in the dorm. Everyone besides Ron was there as he had to do Prefect duties and Dean who was meeting Ginny for another date. The lads were just talking about this and that, with Neville occasionally chiming in. He really wanted to finish this book, though. It was quite interesting, so he didn't catch what Seamus was asking him.

They were all on their own beds. And from Seamus' he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Who do you fancy?"

This immediately brought a pink flush to Neville's cheeks. He did fancy a girl, not that anyone knew about it. There was a lovely girl in Hufflepuff- Hannah Abbott. She was incredibly sweet and didn't mind hearing him ramble on about plants.

"Oh, I saw that!" Seamus was right on him, looking excited. "Did you see that, Harry?"

"Shut up, Shay," Neville muttered.

"Nuh-uh," Seamus was on his bed now, which Neville tried to protest. "You have to tell me who it is!"

"No, I don't," Neville was quiet but firm.

"Come on," Seamus pleaded. "You've got to! Don't leave us hanging."

"Speak for yourself, Seamus," Harry didn't hide his grin, though.

"Please!"

"No," Neville stressed. He wasn't about to talk about this with them or anyone. Seamus couldn't exactly keep a secret, and this wasn't something he wanted to be known around the school, least of all to Hannah herself. "Now stop asking-hehehey!"

Seamus stuck his hand in Neville's underarm, tickling him. The sensations came as a shock; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been tickled. Maybe by some distant aunt of his, but that was ages ago, not since he started Hogwarts.

He raised his arm to pull it back, to get away from Seamus' fingers, but that only gave him more access. Neville's giggles grew louder, the smile across his face wide and unable to be suppressed.

"Sh-sh-Shahahahy! Sthohohop!"

"Ha!" Seamus cried in triumph. "I knew you were ticklish!"

"I'm nohohohot!" Neville squeaked, trying to get away but failing. Seamus was onto him-literally, he was practically on top of Neville, pinning him down.

"Where else are you ticklish, Longbottom?" Seamus pondered. "Here?"

Neville jerked his head when Seamus' fingers found his neck. It wasn't as ticklish, but still plenty sensitive.

"Harry, mate, help me out!"

He desperately hoped Harry wouldn't. But that hope was instantly dashed when he felt the bed dip down and worse-one of his shoes were yanked off.

"Nhohoho!" His laughter went up in pitch when Harry lightly dragged his short nails over Neville's socked foot. He couldn't even escape, Harry had a dead grip on his ankle.

Seamus laughed along too, but for a different reason. "Get him, Harry! Take off his sock if you have to, I hear that's worse."

Tears gathered in Neville's eyes. His throat was starting to hurt from all the forced laughter.

"Want to tell me now?" Seamus said loudly.

Neville could hardly even speak anymore. Nothing but utter nonsense came out. He shook his head best as he could. There was nothing he could even do to protect his foot from the vicious attack. He scrunched it repeatedly, yanked on it as much as he could, but that was hardly much now that he weakened considerably.

It certainly didn't help that Harry took Seamus' suggestion and ripped his sock off.

Bloody Merlin. This was torture. All five of Harry's fingers scribbling on his bare foot.

By now, his vision was blurred with tears, so he didn't see Seamus exchanging a mischievous look with Harry.

"Hmm," Seamus said. "Wonder if this spot is ticklish too?"

He snuck his hands underneath Neville's shirt, making him spasm with more helpless giggles.

This was nearly worse. His stomach was a bad spot, he knew that already. And now to have Seamus tickling him there, teasing him and asking, "What's so funny, Longbottom?" made it downright awful.

"You might want to tell him, Neville," Harry chimed in. "He won't quit until you do."

"Nohoho mhohore," Neville could barely breathe. "Plhehehease."

"What's her name?" Seamus said stubbornly. "Come on. Tell me."

When he scratched around his navel, Neville nearly screamed.

"Hahahahnnah!" He cried out. The ticklign gradually slowed down and he was able to get the name out through heavy panting. "Hannah!"

"Hannah who?" Seamus said.

"Neville threw his head back onto the bed, breathing in and out. "Abbot," he said, still sounding breathless.

Seamus grinned, as if he hadn't just tortured Neville. "Good on you, then! You should ask her to Hogsmead."

"Have you even talked to her?" Harry asked, still sitting by his feet.

"Not much," Neville mumbled, feeling his face get warm. "Just once or twice during DA meetings."

"I could help you ask her," Seamus said, his mind made up. Neville sat back up, looking wary.

"I dunno about that."

"Come on," Seamus threw his arm around Neville's shoulders. "What are dorm mates for? Harry will help too."

"Will I?"

"Come on, Potter," Seamus said and made a show of squeezing Neville's lower face. "Can you really say no to him? The bloke's been single since we started. I was beginning to wonder about that."

"Thanks," Neville muttered.

"Besides," Seamus said brightly. "Maybe she'll agree if she hears him laugh. Just to push his luck, he tickled along Neville's sides, which made him giggle some more and try to squirm away.

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@ultimatelee19 I hope you like this and it isn't too short!

Summary: Enid doesn't take it very kindly when Wednesday tells her that her breath smells

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"Isn't this fun?" Enid beamed.

"No," Wednesday said bluntly.

Enid was giving her roommate a mani-pedi on this Sunday afternoon. Neither of them had anything to do and Enid wasn't meeting up with Ajax until later for their date.

"Whatever," Enid was trying to perfect the polish on Wednesday's toenail. "I'm still freaking out, though."

This was her big one year anniversary with Ajax and she was super anxious about it. It had to go perfectly, it just had to!

"You need to calm down," Wednesday rolled her eyes. "I've been hearing about this for days."

"It's a big deal!" Enid leaned in closer, frowning deeply. "What if something happens and I embarrass myself? Or I drop food on my dress or-"

"Or what if you don't brush your teeth?" Wednesday wrinkled her nose.

This promptly shut Enid up. Her breath wasn't that bad....was it?

"What?"

"Your breath has an odor," Wednesday clarified.

"No, it doesn't!" Enid sent a short, quick puff of air in her face.

"I can assure you, it does," Wednesday moved away but she didn't go far.

"Rude," Enid pouted. An idea came to mind and with Wednesday's bare foot within reach, she scribbled her nails on the pale arch.

Her roomie flinched, scrunching up her foot. Wednesday hated to admit having a weakness, but even she couldn't pretend she wasn't ticklish.

"Stop!" Wednesday's foot was still being held by Enid, though she tried to yank her foot away anyway.

"Why?" Enid challenged, enjoying the way Wednesday was trying not to giggle even though it was obviously getting to her. She lifted the leg up, holding onto her ankle with one hand and continuing to tickle it with the other. "Does it tickle?"

Wednesday clamped her mouth shut but it wasn't like Enid couldn't see her trembling anyway. Purposely slowing down, she made sure to drag her nails up and down in agonizing swipes.

"Tickle, tickle..." She sing-songed.

Deciding to switch tactics on her, Enid's hands dove towards Wednesday's stomach. Her shirt was thin and did not adequately protect her from Enid's tickly fingers.

Laughter streamed out of Wednesday. She couldn't even push Enid's arms away. As for Enid herself, she leaned forward to keep the other girl pinned down while she ruthlessly tickled her sides and stomach.

Wednesday was practically rolling on the floor, trying to get away but couldn't. Enid grinned, pleased that she was able to make her usually emotionless roommate laugh. Plus, she totally deserved it for what she said .

"Are you sorry?" Enid said over her loud laughter. She didn't expect much of an answer, not when Wednesday couldn't even properly speak. Just squeezing her roommate's sides was enough to really get her going. "Are you?"

"Yhehehes!"

Well, Enid couldn't be so sure. So she may have had to keep it going....just for a little bit longer.

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Summary: Ian tickles his boyfriend in bed, only it doesn't end too well for poor Mickey

@loveian

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Ian could get used to this.

They had the Milkovich house to themselves for a change. Neither one of them had to work today so they were free to do as they pleased. For a while, once they'd already fucked, they napped for nearly two hours. Now, Ian rested against the headboard, his boyfriend’s back against his chest.

It was incredibly intimate for them, not to mention brave considering how even now that he'd come out, Mickey was still wary at times of showing affection.

Ian’s chin was on top of his head, kissing his hair every so often.

“This is nice,” Ian murmured.

“Eh,” Mickey said nonchalantly. “It's kind of gay.”

Ian rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around him. “You can admit it's nice, Mick.”

“Pass.”

So that's how he wanted to play? Ian sat there silently until an idea came to mind. He bit down on his lip to hide his grin. Not many people knew that Mickey was ticklish.

Ian did, though. And he intended to exploit that right now.

“You sure you don't wanna admit it?” He said slyly. Mickey, none the wiser, just ignored him, preferring to search on YouTube for more violent videos to watch.

His boyfriend thoroughly distracted, Ian hooked his fingers under Mickey's shirt, softly tickling away at the bare skin of his stomach.

Mickey gasped, arching his back to get away from Ian's tickle attack. That only gave him more room to work with, his legs trapping Mickey's.

“Shit!”

Mickey’s phone dropped on the floor with a thud. He squirmed, nearly headbutting Ian’s chin in the process, his laughter growing louder.

“Gallagheheheher!” Mickey’s bare stomach was ruthlessly attacked. His laughter was music to Ian's ears, who rarely heard Mickey be loose and free like this. And when he tried to get away by moving his arms around, it only granted Ian access to his underarm which ended up being another sensitive spot.

All the while, Ian was grinning widely, just having the pleasure of watching Mickey squirm around in his arms, shouting out incoherent babbles and threats. His boyfriend was helpless, which really sucked for him while being entertaining to Ian.

"I didn't know you were this ticklish, Mick," Ian was still smiling.

"Fhuhuck yhohohou!"

Mickey squirmed so badly that Ian couldn't keep a grip on him anymore. His boyfriend was able to escape, meaning to stay on the bed but ended up falling to the floor loudly.

"Fuck!"

Ian immediately crawled to the end of the bed, leaning over to find Mickey in a heap. "You okay?"

Mickey groaned, face scrunched up. "Fuck- my ankle."

"What's wrong?" Ian frowned, getting off the bed to kneel down beside him.

"It fucking hurts."

It probably wasn't broken. It might have rolled under him or something. Still, Ian felt a little bad that the tickle fight got out of hand.

"Come on," Ian gently helped him up. For once, Mickey didn't fight him.

"Jesus, it hurts."

"Sorry," Ian offered an apology once Mickey was seated on the bed again. His boyfriend shot him a glare which let him know they wouldn't be having any more tickle fights in the near future.

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Hi! I've noticed you haven't posted in a few months, so if you're still active I'd like to request a fic!

Could you write a shameless fic where mickey tickles Ian's belly please? I headcannon that his stomach is his most ticklish spot!

Yeah, sure!

I have a short one for them I need to finish but but hopefully it'll get done tonight and then I can start on yours

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Summary: (In this, Hermione plays quiddich). Harry makes the mistake of joking that Hermione and Ginny are both sweaty which sparks ruthless revenge

Takes place during HBP

@ultimatelee19

I know I already apologized for taking so long but again, I'm very sorry! Next time you have a request, it won't take as long as this did

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After an intense practice, Harry snuck the girls up to the sixth year boys dormitory to catch their breath and relax. The other boys were out elsewhere, though Ron should be back soon. Harry had lost track of his best friend once practice concluded.

"I'm so sore," Hermione grimaced. "I don't know what I was thinking when I let you all talk me into this."

Ginny didn't have that same ache. She was used to playing with her brothers back home. "Come on, Hermione. You'll get over it. You just have to keep practicing."

Hermione didn't look convinced. "I suppose."

"You were great out there," Ginny continued to encourage her.

"She's right," Harry piped up. "It was really impressive for it only being your third practice."

Hermione was smiling, her cheeks pink.

"At this rate, we'll definitely win against Slytherin," Ginny said, throwing her arm around Harry's neck.

"Maybe you can manage that without being so sweaty," Harry joked, sliding himself out of Ginny's hold.

"What?" The redhead demanded.

"Err, you're sweaty, Ginny. Hermione too."

"What?" Hermione said, frowning. "So are you."

"It's not that bad," Ginny protested. He shrugged. "It's not!"

"Sorry, Gin. Just telling the truth," he said, a small smile of amusement peeking out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes playfully. "You've done it now, Potter."

"What does that-" Harry was tackled to the floor. She straddled him. "What the- What are you doing?" He'd gone a little red given the position they were both in, her on his waist like that.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson on how not to talk to a girl," she mock scolded him.

Harry let out a high pitch gasp when her nails softly began to tickle his stomach. He'd never been tickled too much, so this sent shockwaves through his body. His shirt was pushed up, her fingers dancing over his bare skin.

"G-Ghihihiny!" He spasmed with laughter.

Her eyes gleamed mischievously. "Next time you don't remark on a girl's appearance."

He was laughing much too hard to respond.

Meanwhile, sitting with her back against the end of the bed, Hermione was watching them, lips tugged up in a smile of her own. "I didn't know he was this ticklish."

"You and Ron never tickled him?" Ginny said, surprised.

"Well, no. We've never really thought about it, I suppose."

"Me and my brothers had tickle fights all the time," Ginny said. "Fred and George were ruthless."

"It seems to run in the family," Hermione remarked, referring to how Ginny had yet to stop.

"This is nothing," Ginny laughed. "You haven't really seen me have a go at it yet. Watch this."

She blew a raspberry on Harry's abdomen. His laughter came out as a half scream. It was singlehandedly the worst thing he'd ever experienced in all his life.

This made Hermione giggle. It was so unlike Harry to be this way.

"Ticklish, Harry?" Ginny teased. "Better hope Malfoy doesn't find out about this."

Even though Harry was technically stronger than Ginny, he was helpless in this situation. She'd rendered him weak in a matter of seconds, unable to do more than laugh and spit out gibberish.

"He's worse than Ron," Ginny said, delighted. "Fred and George used to get him good. Hermione, come on and have a go."

"Oh, I don't know-"

"Come on," Ginny insisted. "Help me teach him a lesson."

Hermione sighed. "Oh, alright..."

Harry still couldn't get his words out. It made it difficult for him to form anything resembling a coherent sentence. The last thing he could handle was for Hermione to join in. But much to his horror, one of his shoes was pulled off, as was his sock. His laughter escalated in pitch once more when Ginny gave him another raspberry, and here came his supposed best friend, tickling the middle of his bloody foot.

"Nohohoho!"

Ginny cackled, clearly pleased with how this was turning out. "I think I have a brush in my bag."

Hermione was confused for a moment, until the reasoning became clear to her. "Won't that be too much for him?"

"Fred and George did it to us and we're fine," Ginny said dismissively.

However, for Harry, he was not fine. The bristles tickled worse than Ginny or Hermione's nails did. His laughter was louder, panicked. He'd meant to say stop, but it came out unintelligible.

It was horrible, much worse than the tickling curse could ever be. It was also massively embarrassing. The door to the dorm was shut but Harry shuddered to think of what people might think should they be able to hear him.

"Hey, Hermione, switch with me!" Ginny called.

He hoped his best friend, who was much more sensible than the rest, would decline and leave his feet alone instead of engaging in such foolishness. But as it so happens, Hermione did not feel that way.

He was given a brief resting period where they quickly changed positions. Harry heaved a breath of air. His stomach as sore, his throat dry and there were tears that'd leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

But just as quickly had it stopped did it start yet again.

The dormitory was once again filled with his desperate laughter. Harry thought he might truly be dying. It must be it. He would meet his demise right here and not at the hands of Voldemort, but two ruthless girls he'd mistakenly considered his friends.

Hermione's fingers on his stomach were no better than Ginny's had been. She skittered them all around his abdomen, sliding them up and dragging them back down. She left no part of him untouched.

And then, unexpectedly, the door opened up.

He supposed luck was on his side for once when it turned out to be Ron. Harry would have been quite mortified if it had been one of the other boys.

He expected some sort of questioning to commence, with him wondering what the bloody hell they were doing and why they were doing it. But nothing of the sort happened.

"Rhohon!" He yelled out. "Phlhlease help!"

Ron's eyes darted from him and to the girls. Harry wished he could use legilimency to find out what he was thinking, because all he did was come down on his knees, giving Harry a false sense of hope, giving him a raspberry and leaving just like that.

"Nhohoho! Comehehe bahahck!"