Mickey knew she forgot. He was aware. Anxious and eager to reach that specific moment when Nasha would recall it without needing him to remind her.
He didn't want to remind her, it was too embarrassing. But luckily after some more time, before Mickey's next death, she remembered by herself.
"Mickey 17," she suddenly gasped. They were in bed next to each other after a good round of lovemaking, and she rolled on her side.
"We didn't do the tickle check," she said. Bingo. Mickey tried to act surprised.
"We didn't?" he asked. Nasha shook her head.
"I don't think we did!" she cried. "I perfectly remember Mickey 16's tickle check. But 17? Did we do it, we didn't right?"
Mickey slowly shook his head.
"We did not."
She clapped her hands and sat on her knees, shamelessly naked. Nasha was beautiful. Mickey blushed as he stared at her.
"Right now?" he asked when she sat in position.
He was still a little tired, but now that she finally remembered it, he was relieved. Mickey secretly loved their tickle checks. It was one of the best aspects of getting reprinted. It had started as a little joke where Nasha would tease him and check whether his newly printed body was as ticklish as the previous.
But after several of those moments filled with giggles and laughter, those 'tickle checks' became a more regular thing.
"Alright Mickey, raise your arms," she said, wiggling her fingers. Mickey snorted already and shook his head nervously.
"Do I hahave to?" he giggled in anticipation. Nasha nodded.
"We need it for the test, love. Raise your arms and let me tickle you. We have to inspect eeevery single one of those sweet tickle spots of yours." She gave him a kiss and during the kiss, Mickey obediently raised his arms.
"Good," Nasha whispered in his ear.
"Let the tickle check begin."
Welp. Her fingers dove under Mickey's arms immediately and he could barely keep them up for a second. Her fingers scribbled at his underarms, down his ribs, his sides, his tummy, back up again to tickle his neck, his chest, his shoulders (?) and collarbone (?!), just anywhere, as usual.
And Mickey, of course, was in absolute hysterics.
"NAHAHASHA! Ahahahaha!" Bingo. Still as ticklish as always - or maybe even more right now, but that may have to do with the fact that he had been looking forward to this. He rolled and squirmed, but Nasha dealt with his ticklish reflexes with skill and experience of the woman who did this many times before.
"A satisfying result," she hummed. "Let's see here~" Her fingers lowered to his hips and tickled him there. Tickled like hell.
"AHAHAH!" Mickey wrapped his arms around himself and curled up, but this did not stop her from pinching his ticklish hipbone. Her fingers went further down, teasing his thighs, his inner thighs, his knees, the damned backsides of his knees, until she reached Mickey's feet.
He was breathless already.
"Please don't," he begged with the hugest smile. Nasha smirked.
"Oh you don't mean that." She took his feet with ease, holding them down with an arm around his ankles and she held them tightly against her.
Mickey was vaguely aware of her bare chest that pressed against his ankles, but definitely more aware of her fingers that now danced all over his ticklish soles.
"Nahahahasha! Nohoho- eheheheeek!"
"Eheheek," Nasha copied him dryly. "I think this Mickey is my favorite," she sang.
"Look how ticklish you are~" she continued her teasing while her fingers tortured Mickey's soles relentlessly.
That lasted for as long as Nasha wanted it to, and Mickey was more than pleased to indulge her, and indulge himself.
By the time his laughter no longer surrounded them, she lay on top of him, breathing heavily just like Mickey.
"Mickey 17," she sighed. "You're the best, you know that? Next time, we'll definitely do the T."
Mickey gulped.
The T. One of his favorite sex poses they came up with but also, very torturous, with him spreading his arms in a T-pose while he made love to Nasha with her tickling his sides and underarms at the same time. It was insane, but they loved it always.
"Fine, we'll do the T," Mickey said, and he kissed her.
"Right now?" Nasha asked, and Mickey froze.
"Uh...." Before he could even spend another second recovering from her crazy tickle attack, Nasha helped him upright.
"We've recovered. Let's do it."
Mickey shook his head at her antics. He loved this woman. She was also going to be the death of him.
"Spread your arms, Mickey!"
Really. Better said, he loved her to every single death.
life is too short to deny yourself the things you love. life is too short to avoid asking for what makes you happy. life is too short to pretend that you are normal about tickling
hello followers. food for today: I lift the lid off a platter and present this to you. unnamed boyfriends and tickles. tomorrow? ,, same thing . unfortunately im deranged
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Person A: You look like you're having fun.
Person B: *Snorts*
Person A: You like that?
Person B: Sh- shut uhup!
Person A: Dude you LITERALLY asked for this. Don't act like you're not loooooving it ♥︎
my hair is soooo soft and fluffy why is no one ruffling it and running their fingers through it and pulling it hard and running their fingers down my neck just to watch me squirm. or something
(Of course no pressure draw whatever you wanna draw or don’t draw if you don’t want you do you!)
buddy trust me i want to draw everyone and everything all the time, but the brain needs stakes or it'll let me watch videos of birds using ipads all day
idk how to explain what i mean but i want to write a tickle fic where the tickles are not fanfictionized like Do you Understand me .realistic raw reactions none of that ahhh omg hahaha stoppp that tickles !! like yea i still enjoy that it makes me happy but i crave more visceral violent all consuming reactions . and things and such . yup
*putting my hand in the cavernous space between what you are and what you pretend to be, and wiggling it around* woah haha is there meant to be that much emptiness here? lol are you like okay bestie? omg this kind of tickles my hand does this tickle your nothing? #yournothing <3
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