So, for anyone that may come onto this blog, Idk if Iām going to make this my official tickle blog yet since Iām still learning about tumblr, but for now Iāll just be posting random tickle thoughts I have until I make that decision.
Quick intro: You can call me J, Iām in my 20s, he/him pronouns I guess. Obviously I enjoy tickling and all tkl content. Most stuff I post will be platonic (family tickles, friend tickles) as I donāt care for romance, though Iām not opposed to it. Also this blog will stay mostly SFW, though if anything is NSFW it will be tagged as such
Iāll mostly post thoughts about Life Is Strange 2 and maybe some Project Sekai/Colorful Stage but any random thought I have will probably be posted here. And feel free to hop into my inbox or whatever.
So Welcome to this (temporary) blog for now and I hope youāll welcome me.
Below the cut are a fandom list as well as a list of fics that Iām working on or want to work on and post. It doesnāt mean that I will finish or post them any time soon, but theyāre on my list. Iāll try to keep this up to date. As for my fandoms, thereās no guarantee that Iāll write for all of them, but Iām always open to talking about them whether tickle related or not.
Sean is definitely the type to attack Daniel with birthday tickles no matter how hold heāll get, or hold traditions he did for Danielās birthday when he was a kid because heāll never accept Daniel as a grown up.
And of course it always embarrasses Daniel, but he secretly loves it.
Summary: While doing some cleaning, Esteban happens upon Seanās sketchbook. In typical dad fashion, he snoops in the sketchbook and happens upon a nostalgic memory and gets inspired to bring a drawing to life. .
The afternoon sun cast a golden glow through the small, cozy windows of the Diaz household. Esteban, still wearing his mechanicās uniform, walked in from the kitchen with an armful of cleaned-up clutterāSeanās hoodie, a stray pencil, and some folded laundry. It had been a quiet Saturday, and while Daniel was out playing with Chris, Esteban was making the most of the peaceful atmosphere to tidy up. He shook his head with a small smile as he glanced at Seanās room, the door ajar and the teenagerās usual mess peeking through. āAy, hijo,ā he muttered, stepping in to drop off Seanās things.
The room smelled faintly of pencil shavings and the faint musk of a teenagerās constant presence. Seanās sketchbook lay on his desk, propped open like an invitation. Esteban hesitated. He knew how personal Seanās art was, but curiosity got the better of him. āJust one peek,ā he said softly to himself, setting down the pile and carefully lifting the book.
He flipped through the pages slowly, his eyebrows lifting in admiration. The sketches were a mix of intricate landscapes, portraits, and whimsical doodles, showcasing Seanās growing talent. He smiled proudly at a particularly detailed sketch of Daniel playing with his action figures, Seanās care for his little brother shining through in the precision of the lines.
Then, Esteban turned to the latest page. He froze.
The drawing was striking, almost photographic in its level of detail. It depicted Sean himself, sitting on the floor with his head thrown back in hysterical laughter, his face scrunched in pure joy. His feet were bare, his ankles firmly held by a figure unmistakably modeled after Esteban, whose wide grin matched Seanās mirth. One of Estebanās hands was locked around Seanās legs, keeping him still, while the other was mid-motion, fingers digging into the soles of Seanās feet. Even the texture of Seanās bare feet was rendered with care, from the soft creases near his toes to the slight curve of his arch.
At the bottom of the page, Sean had written a journal entry in his usual scrawling script:
āNovember 11th.
I donāt even know why I remembered this today, but it made me smile, so I drew it. This was probably a year ago, back when I was 15. Dad was being so annoying (as usual) and decided to tickle me out of nowhere. He grabbed my ankles, and I was done for. Seriously, there was no escape. He knows Iām super ticklish, but especially on my feet. It was like he had a personal vendetta against me or something. His fingers were EVERYWHEREāunder my toes, along my arches, even the tops of my feet, and it tickled SO bad, but I couldnāt stop laughing. I literally couldnāt breathe. Heās such a relentless tickler. I remember yelling at him to stop, and he just laughed and said, āNo way, mijo. You need to smile more!ā
I pretended to hate it, but honestly⦠I kind of miss it. I donāt know, things were simpler then. It felt nice to laugh like that. I guess Iāve been a little moody lately (ok, a lot moody), but sometimes I wish Dad would mess with me like he used to. Not that Iād ever admit that to him. Ever.ā
Esteban read the entry twice, his heart swelling. He didnāt realize Sean still thought about moments like that. Sean had been pulling away more and more lately, retreating into his art and that teenage moodiness Esteban knew was normal but still hard to navigate. He missed the days when Sean would crack jokes or wrestle on the couch without rolling his eyes.
A playful idea formed in his mind.
Sean was lounging on the living room couch, scrolling through his phone, his legs stretched out andāsurprisinglyābarefoot. He had kicked off his sneakers and socks earlier, his toes idly flexing as he mindlessly swiped through his messages.
Esteban entered the room, casual as ever. āHey, mijo. Relaxing?ā he asked, sitting down on the couch beside Seanās legs.
Sean glanced up. āYeah. Danielās not here, so I figured Iād enjoy the quiet while it lasts.ā
Esteban chuckled. āGood idea.ā He leaned back, pretending to watch the muted TV, though his eyes occasionally flicked to Seanās feet. āYou know, you used to run around barefoot all the time when you were little. Iād yell at you to put on shoes, and youād just laugh and keep running.ā
Sean smirked, not looking up from his phone. āYeah, well, I wasnāt smart back then.ā
āOh, really? So youāre smart now?ā
āSmarter than you,ā Sean teased, though his tone was light.
Esteban laughed, patting Seanās shin. āCareful, hijo. I still remember when you used to cry because Iād tickle you too much.ā
Seanās head snapped up, his face immediately guarded. āWait⦠why are you bringing that up?ā
āWhy not? You were so ticklish. Especiallyāā Esteban reached down and lightly poked the sole of Seanās foot.
Sean flinched so hard he nearly dropped his phone. āDAD! Donāt!ā
āNo. Nope. Not at all. Donāt even think about it,ā Sean said quickly, pulling his feet away and sitting up. His face had gone red, and his voice cracked slightly with nervousness.
Estebanās grin widened. āToo late. Iām thinking about it.ā
Before Sean could react, Esteban pounced, grabbing Seanās ankles just like in the drawing. āGotcha, mijo!ā he said triumphantly.
āDad, NO!ā Sean shrieked, already laughing as he tried to squirm free. But Esteban had a firm grip, just as heād had that day Sean had drawn. With one hand holding Seanās legs steady, he used his free hand to spider his fingers across the soles of Seanās feet.
Sean erupted into hysterics, his laughter high-pitched and uncontrollable. āSTOHOHOP! DAD! PLEHEHEASE!ā
āStop? You mean like this?ā Esteban teased, focusing on the arches of Seanās feet, dragging his fingers in slow, torturous circles. Seanās whole body jolted, and he threw his head back against the couch, his laughter turning breathless.
āDAD! I CAHAHANāT!ā Sean gasped, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. His hands clawed at the couch cushions as he twisted and kicked, but Esteban held firm.
āMan, youāre still just as ticklish as I remember,ā Esteban said, switching techniques. He scratched lightly under Seanās toes, making Sean shriek and curl them instinctively. āWhatās the matter? You wanted me to mess with you more, right?ā
Sean could barely form words through his laughter. āHOWāWHāYOU READ MY JOURNAL?!ā
Esteban laughed. āI did. And you were rightāthings were simpler then. So letās bring it back, huh?ā
Sean flailed helplessly as Esteban tickled the tops of his feet, then moved back to the sensitive spots just beneath his toes. Each new area seemed to elicit a different reactionāsquealing, breathless giggles, or full-on laughter that left him gasping.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Sean, Esteban relented, letting go of his ankles. Sean immediately curled up, hugging his knees and glaring at his dad through teary eyes.
āYouāre the worst,ā he panted, though his grin betrayed him.
Esteban ruffled Seanās hair. āNah, Iām the best. And you know it.ā
Seanās face turned red again. āWhatever.ā
āHey,ā Esteban said more gently, his tone softening. āItās okay to miss stuff like that, Sean. I miss it, too. Youāve been growing up so fast, but youāre still my kid. And Iāll always be here to annoy you when you need it.ā
Seanās glare softened. He hesitated, then leaned over to give Esteban a quick hug. āThanks, Dad. Just⦠donāt do that again.ā
Esteban smirked. āNo promises.ā Before Sean could react, Esteban grabbed his ankles again. āOne more for the road!ā
āDAD, NOOO!ā Seanās laughter rang out again, echoing through the house like it had in simpler times.
Summary: Itās game night in the Diaz household and everyoneās excited, well almost everyone. When Sean doesnāt join him and Daniel for game night, Esteban takes to nostalgic hijinks to get him to come.
AO3 Version
The smell of popcorn wafted from the kitchen into the living room, where Daniel sat cross-legged on the couch, eagerly sorting through a stack of board games. The TV hummed faintly in the background, tuned to one of Estebanās favorite old Westerns, though no one was paying much attention to it.
Esteban walked into the living room with a bowl of freshly popped popcorn, grinning at Danielās enthusiasm.
āAlright, champ,ā he said, setting the bowl down on the coffee table. āPick your weapon for the night. Monopoly? Scrabble? Or are we brave enough for Clue?ā
Danielās face lit up. āClue! But IāmĀ definitelyĀ not gonna be Professor Plum. Heās always the bad guy!ā
Esteban chuckled, ruffling Danielās hair as he sat down on the couch. āAlright, but donāt complain when you lose again. Whereās your brother? Heās usually the first to pick a game piece.ā
Daniel shrugged. āSeanās in his room. I think heās drawing again.ā He rolled his eyes with all the dramatic flair a nine-year-old could muster. āHe said game night was for babies.ā
āDid he now?ā Esteban raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. āWell, I think your brotherās forgetting how much fun we used to have. Iāll go remind him.ā
Daniel giggled. āGood luck! He never listens to me!ā
Esteban winked. āOh, Iāve got my ways.ā
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Sean was sprawled across his bed, legs stretched out, sketchbook balanced on his knees. His pencil moved deftly across the page, capturing the contours of a skatepark he had seen earlier that week. The light from his desk lamp cast a warm glow, highlighting the focused furrow of his brow.
Esteban leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. āShouldāve known Iād find you in here, hijo.ā
Sean glanced up briefly. āHey, Dad.ā His tone was casual, but distracted, his attention already back on his sketch.
āWeāre about to start game night,ā Esteban said, stepping into the room. āYou coming?ā
āNah, Iām good,ā Sean replied without looking up.
Esteban smirked, walking closer. āGood? Cāmon, mijo, you used toĀ loveĀ game night. What happened?ā
Sean shrugged, his pencil moving in slow, deliberate strokes. āI donāt know. I guess I just outgrew it.ā
āOuch,ā Esteban said, feigning hurt as he sat down on the edge of the bed. āOutgrew it? Thatās what youāre going with? You used toĀ begĀ me for game night.ā
Sean snorted softly but didnāt reply.
Estebanās gaze drifted to Seanās sock-clad feet, stretched out at the end of the bed. A memory flickered in his mind, and his smirk widened. āYou know, I remember another time you āoutgrewā game night. You were, what, ten? Eleven?ā
Sean paused his sketching, glancing at his dad suspiciously. āUh⦠maybe?ā
Esteban leaned back, casually draping an arm over the back of the bed. āYeah. And you said the same thing. But you know what always worked to change your mind?ā
Seanās eyes narrowed. āWhat?ā
Esteban grinned mischievously. āThis.ā
Before Sean could react, Esteban reached down and grabbed his ankles, trapping them under one arm.
āWhoa, whoa!ā Sean exclaimed, twisting slightly. āWhat are you doing?ā
āOh, just reminiscing,ā Esteban said innocently. āRemember how ticklish you used to be?ā
Sean froze for a moment, then tried to tug his legs free. āDad. Donāt.ā
Esteban ignored him, his free hand hovering over Seanās feet. āYou know, I always wondered what made your feet so ticklish. Was it the arches? The heels? Oh! Or maybeāā He tapped Seanās toes through the fabric of his socks. āThese guys.ā
āDad, seriously!ā Sean squirmed, his voice tinged with both annoyance and a hint of nervous laughter.
Esteban chuckled. āRelax, mijo. Iām just testing a theory.ā With that, he tugged off one of Seanās socks in a single smooth motion.
āHey!ā Sean protested, jerking his foot, but Esteban tightened his grip.
āAh, there it is,ā Esteban said, holding up the sock like a trophy. āThe bare foot. Vulnerable. Exposed. I bet youāre already thinking about laughing, huh?ā
Sean glared at him, though his lips twitched. āIām not a kid anymore, Dad. That doesnāt work on me.ā
āHmm,ā Esteban said thoughtfully, slipping the first sock into his pocket. āWeāll see.ā He turned his attention to Seanās other foot.
āDonāt you dareāā Sean started, but Esteban was already pulling the second sock free.
āToo late,ā Esteban said cheerfully, holding both socks hostage. āNow what do we have here? Two ticklish feet, all ready to join game night.ā
Sean groaned, trying to pull his feet back, but Estebanās grip was ironclad. āAlright, fine! Iāll play! Just let me go!ā
Esteban raised an eyebrow. āHmm⦠tempting. But you know the rules, Sean. You donāt get off that easy.ā
Before Sean could argue, Estebanās fingers began to dance across his bare soles, starting with light, teasing strokes along the arches.
āD-Dad!ā Sean yelped, his voice breaking into laughter. āStop! Hahaha! Seriously!ā
āOh, come on,ā Esteban teased. āThis used to be your favorite part!ā His fingers moved faster, skimming the sensitive spots beneath Seanās toes. āI think itās the arches that get you the most. Or maybeā¦ā He dug gently into the balls of Seanās feet, earning a loud squeal.
āHAHAHA! STOP! OKAY! OKAY!ā Sean was practically doubled over, trying to grab at Estebanās hands, but his dad was relentless.
Danielās voice called from the living room. āWhatās going on in there? Seanās screaming like a baby!ā
Esteban grinned down at his son. āShould I tell him whatās happening? Or should I keep going?ā
Sean was gasping for air, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. āNo! Donāt! Hahaha! Iāll play, I swear!ā
Esteban finally relented, releasing Seanās ankles and standing up with a triumphant smile. āThatās what I thought.ā
Sean sat up, glaring at his dad as he tried to catch his breath. āYouāre the worst.ā
āYou love it,ā Esteban said, tossing Seanās socks over his shoulder. āThese? Iām keeping them safe until game nightās over. Wouldnāt want you running off, now would we?ā
Sean groaned, reluctantly following his dad out of the room, still barefoot and glaring.
When they reached the living room, Daniel burst out laughing. āSean, what happened to your socks?ā
āDonāt. Ask,ā Sean muttered, sitting down on the couch.
Esteban smirked, holding up a game piece. āReady, SeƱor Barefoot?ā
Sean shot him a look but couldnāt help the small smile tugging at his lips. āLetās just play.ā
As the game began, Sean couldnāt shake the feeling of vulnerability, his bare feet tucked under him. And judging by the mischievous glint in Estebanās eye, he knew this wasnāt the last heād seen of his dadās ātickle therapy.ā
Imagine Daniel, being the typical younger brother who wants to get one over on his big brother, finding out about Seanās ticklish feet. And then at any opportunity, telling everyone about that little weakness: Their new friends, the older mechanics that mentored Sean, his significant others, anyone.
Happy Birthday to the most ticklish wolf in the pack! Watch out with that smirk, because Super Wolfās ready to dish some birthday tickles out for revenge!
Itās always Sean tickling Daniel, but just imagine⦠Daniel tickling Sean. The potential! Revenge, younger brother besting older brother, older brother being embarrassed about being ticklish, getting older brother to do what he wants, etc, etc.
I want to start a thing. Maybe it'll go well, maybe it won't.
I feel like there are a lot of tickle writers for niche fandoms on this site, but no one really knows how to find the people who write for said fandoms. Or just don't know that there ARE people who write for their favorite niche things.
So, reblog this and let people know what niche fandoms you write for! I'll go first: I write for Big Windup, Black Clover, Fire Force, and Seraph of the End.
Remember this is meant more for smaller/lesser known fandoms - bigger ones like BSD, MHA, Hazbin, Genshin, etc. are pretty well known at this point. ^^
What do you think Sean, Daniel & Estebanās ādeath spotā would be? That one spot they cannot handle getting tickled? And how do they react when someone gets them there?
Some ticklish Diazes scenarios Iāve been obsessed with lately.
ā¢Daniel finding out on accident that Sean is actually really ticklish and uses that information to get him to agree to get him a box of choc-o-crisps heād been asking for for weeks
ā¢Daniel drawing a wolf design on Seanās shirt in an unintentional but annoyingly ticklish way after teasing him about his fashion sense. Sean gets him back, using Danielās own wardrobe mishaps in his own ticklish lesson.
ā¢Esteban tickling Seanās feet under the guise of being a āfoot mechanicā when Sean is nervous for a track meet and scared that heāll mess up or trip over himself. He simulates his mechanic skills with his hands on Seanās soles.
ā¢Sean giving ābirthday ticklesā for Danielās 16th birthday to show that no matter how old he gets, Daniel will always be his little brother who he has a duty to annoy.
still taking requests for tickle headcanons or a scenario for a tickle fic involving Sean, Daniel and/or Esteban. The creative juices are building up but they need a jump start. Lol