Yee-howdy, Millie! I'm commuting to school again (blegh) and so I thought it's prime time to bother my friends again! How's my darling Nora been doing? I know you havent drawn her much yet but 🥺🥺 if no drawing can I please have fun fact about Nora 🥺🥺🥺
Hi-de-ho, Pixel! Always a pleasure to hear from you 💛
You're totally right! Nora hasn't shown up in a while 💀
I've actually been drafting a fic featuring her for a few weeks now but I kept starting it over because it just wouldn't work for me lol
In the meantime, here's a quick doodle and fun fact:
Nora has a nonsexual sneezing kink. She can't sneeze herself, so she finds it quite fascinating and adorable. She likes to induce people (consenting, naturally) to sneeze with her own feathers.
summary: Tony wakes up from his nap and the first thing he sees is Steve looking back at him and holding a feather in his hands. And then he makes a mistake to ask about it...
length: 1 931
a/n: I kinda realized that I didn’t write a tickle fic in like forever, and I mean a tickle fic that stands alone and is not a part of a series or a one that doesn’t have any intricate plot behind, just cute, pure, fluff! so, yeah, I wrote it ;D. as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!
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Let’s Play a Game
"Uh... Steve?"
"Hm?"
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I was just waiting for you to wake up."
That should be sweet. Somehow comforting. Tony could imagine Steve, silently waiting in the bed, lying next to him, all peaceful and calm and observing Tony during an afternoon nap. Wakening up next to your loved ones was one of the most soothing things in the world.
It wasn't soothing when the earlier mentioned loved one, had been sitting on your hips, pinning you down and looking down at you with that smile. Tony already felt alerted. What really made him want to jump out of the bed in panic, was when he noticed that Steve was holding a feather in his hands, casually stroking it.
"Uhhh..." Tony couldn't help it, his eyes drawn to the feather. Grey, stiff and long, with an angled tip. Tony was almost sure that it was a wild goose feather and just by looking at it, he already felt his skin crawl. "Okay... I am awake now."
When Tony looked back at Steve, Steve's smile became brighter, almost as if he was waiting for those words. Tony just looked back, feeling unable to move, almost frozen from the unknown.
"Great! Then, let's play a game," Steve said happily, looking all excited.
"Um, what game?" Tony asked, watching Steve while he used his free hand to put one of Tony's arms up and over his head, laying it down on the pillow. Then his other arm. Tony's heart beat a little faster when he felt with full force that he was wearing a tank top and it left him all open in the already dangerously vulnerable position.
"The game is called," Steve said in a pleasant voice, scooching down Tony's body, sitting on his thighs, "don't move."
Tony laughed, half nervously, half amused. "That's a terrible name," he pointed out, some excitement making his voice tremble.
"So, you want to play?" Steve asked, smiling at his lover. Sweet and in love, not the mischief driven smile from when Tony had woke up.
"Sure," Tony agreed breathlessly, feeling that his spine melted into the bed. How he could refuse Steve anything when he was looking at him as if Tony was his whole world?
"There is only one rule, Tony," Steve said, leaning in, and Tony warily watched the feather getting closer and closer. "Don't move," he reminded.
Tony nodded as the last movement he allowed himself to do and saw the feather going above his head, and felt it touch his fingertips. It was a soft touch, that traveled down his fingers, traced his opened palm and stopped at the wrist. Tony's nose already scrunched up when the ticklish feeling teased his skin and the first giggles started, but it felt nice. The feather continued its journey, down the wrist, down his forearm, and Tony's laughter became more evident. The ticklish feeling fully set in, when the feather stopped at the inner elbow and brushed the thin skin, back and forth a couple of times, following the natural line the skin creased.
"Ack!" Tony yelped, biting down on his tongue, to better control himself, "hahahaha!" he laughed, feeling itchy and tingly, his fingers and toes curling. Except that, he didn't move, and felt pretty proud, when the last stroke was delivered. His breath was a bit quicker and it became somehow hotter, but he went through it.
"Doing a good job so far, Tony," Steve praised and Tony grinned back. Yes, he was doing a good job.
Just he didn't think that it would go downhill.
"AAHAHA!" Tony laughed his back arching when the tip of the feather, traced his inner bicep, slowly and teasingly, closer and closer to the underarm. "Ah ahaha!"
"Don't move, babe," Steve reminded happily, aware of Tony's nervously jumping elbow, hinting on how much he wanted to lift his arms off the covers and lock around himself for protection. "This can't be so bad, huh?"
"PHHHH!" Tony clinked his teeth together, the feather tip doing some slow, teasing circles around the hollow of his armpit, "oh my gah-hahaha!"
"I bet you reaaallly want to curl into a protective ball right now," Steve grinned, watching with satisfaction his boyfriend's reaction. His whole body trembling, arms jumping up nervously. Nose and eyes scrunching up from held in laughter. Belly shaking with every giggle. All was so mesmerizing.
"AH HAHAA!" Tony laughed, when the stiff tip of the feather brushed through the trimmed armpit hair, getting to the sensitive skin and teasing it with long swipes. "HA HAA!"
Steve's mind was melting. He could just do it all day, watching Tony trying to control himself and listen to his lover's laughter. But there were still so many ticklish spots to cover... When he noticed that Tony's face started to become red from effort, he moved the feather lower, wanting to give his boyfriend a break.
"SHIT!" Tony yelped, eyes bulging out, before he squeezed them shut, "go ahwahahay!"
Steve didn't understand at first, before he looked and noticed where the feather stopped. Under the armpit, on this small patch of skin. Experimentally, he moved the feather in delicate swirls, and Tony kicked his legs and laughed. Steve smiled delightedly, not noticing earlier how sensitive that area was, but maybe it was thanks to the feather, because he didn't remember his fingers being that effective on that spot. Making a mental note for later, Steve guided the feather tip along the line of the tank top strap, giving Tony a second to breathe when the feather traced the material until it got back on the skin.
"Hahahaha!" Tony wriggled and laughed, when the feather glided across his collarbones and the top of his chest, but it wasn't the kind of panic-driven laughter from earlier, this one sounding less strained. "Hahaha... Ahaha..." It was almost like a break, and Tony became calmer and less fidgeting as the feather swooped from one collarbone to the other.
Steve cooed, enjoying how peaceful Tony looked, while his eyes retained all the sparkle from the previous, more intense tickling. Steve wanted to see more of that sparkle. He tripped the feather up, gliding it up to Tony's throat.
"AAhh! No!" Tony yelled in panic, when stiff tip traced the clean shaved skin under his jawline a couple of times, "thahahahat's annoyihihihing!"
"You think that is annoying?" Steve laughed, watching his boyfriend move his head around, trying to lose the feather. "How about here then?"
"PFFF! HAHAHA!" Tony twisted his neck, feeling the feather touch his cheek and draw some swirly patterns. He shook his head around and when that didn't make the feather go away, he started to blow on it.
Steve laughed, retracting the feather. "It doesn't work like that, babe."
"Mehehaaan..." Tony giggled out, his cheek feeling all tingly. He tried to rub off the ticklish feeling with his shoulder and Steve watched him with a smile, clearly pleased.
"Ready for the other arm?" Steve asked.
Tony didn't want to, but somehow a small squeak escaped his lips. He was conflicted. There were spots on his arm where the feather tickling his skin felt so nice and calming, but there were also spots where it was rather unbearable. He couldn't make that decision, so he just remained still, trapped under Steve, his lips twitching into a smile.
"Hm. Maybe I will give your arm a break," Steve decided and Tony felt triumphant for a split of a second before panic kicked in. If Steve didn't plan on tickling his arm anymore, then...
"Noooo..." Tony protested, watching Steve roll his tank top up.
"Oh, come on," Steve looked back at him, that smile back on his face, "you couldn't possibly think I will pass the opportunity?"
Tony zipped his lips, eyes becoming startled. He would last, he would last, he would last...
"Hmmm, where I should begin?" Steve thought out loud in a honeyed voice, eyes focused on Tony's bare belly. "Maybe on your sides. Maybe on the lower belly. Or maybe here, in the middle, just around your belly button."
Tony couldn't listen to it, his mind whirring with a mix of panic and excitement. It was no fair that his skin already felt all tingly, and Steve didn't even do anything yet.
"Oh, I know, let's make it a bit more interesting, hm?"
Tony didn't even want to know what that meant. He looked away, eyes squeezed shut.
"Soo I will start here and we will see how it goes."
It wasn't the expected soft, swipe of the feather. Instead, Tony felt a light prickle when the quill was pressed into the soft skin on his lower belly, above the hip, and swiped in a long move to the other hip. At least, that's the destination Steve had planned, in reality, he only made it halfway, because Tony jolted up and laughed loudly, the pattern disrupted.
"Tsk. Now I have to start again," Steve reprimanded his boyfriend, pressing the quill again to the same spot.
"No, no, no, Steve, I can't!" Tony giggled, his belly fluttering nervously. He clenched his fists and really, really wanted to curl up and fought against all his instincts to not do it. "HAAHA!"
"I think you can," Steve tried to negotiate, changing his plan and lightly dotting the quill all over Tony's belly, "see, you are doing a great job!"
Tony kept giggling, his belly sinking it after every poke. "Stahahaahap!" He laughed out, legs kicking nervously. His whole face felt hot and he could just imagine how red he became.
"Okay, I will stop," Steve laughed too, somehow impressed how well Tony managed to stay in place when one of his most ticklish spots was under an attack. He moved the feather away and watched Tony sunk into the bed, trying to get his breath back. "After I do this."
"Hu- WAA- HIHIHIHIHI!"
That wasn't fair. When Steve pressed one hand to Tony's stomach to keep him down and used the other hand to point the tip of the feather at his outie belly button, Tony lost all composure. He was kicking and screaming and laughing, and uselessly trying to push Steve of off him, as the feather tip twirled over his defenseless outie. The issue was, that he was already winded from the previous treatment and his attempts at fending Steve off were rather pathetic. It didn't take a long, until Steve managed to grab both of Tony's hands and kept them together with one hand, and to trap Tony further, draped himself over his boyfriend's body, keeping him in place, finally free to tickle and tickle. And Steve didn't hold back, again using the quill to lightly scratch over the soft nub or gently pressing the quill on the outie to watch the whole belly tremble from the overwhelming feeling.
"HIHIHIHI! STAHAHAP! AHAHAA!"
"Tsk. You are really bad at this game. Next time, I will just tie you down and save us both trouble."
"NO NO AHHIHIHI!"
It became even worse when Steve ditched the feather and used both hands to claw at Tony's belly, unbothered by Tony's panicked screaming and attempts to escape.
Ultimately, when the game ended with a crushing victory for Steve and a consolation prize for Tony, in a form of a tight hug and a lot of calming kisses pressed into his smiling lips and heated cheeks, Tony decided that he hated that game. What he didn't say out loud, was that he wouldn't mind terribly playing it again.
I can't get the bed of feathers from that other post out of my head! Maybe writing a small fic about it would help?
And some complementary doodles, because I've set a precedence with my first fic
🔞 Minors and ageless blogs: DNI please 🔞
Bed
Summary: Set in the Hadestown AU, in an alternate ending where Eurydice!Mill did get out of Hell. Orpheus!Steve delivers on the wedding bed he promised. His lover is reluctant to get in for a couple of reasons.
Word count: ~1.2k
Includes: Implications of (past) sexual assault, implications of (past) dubcon sex, angst/comfort, upper body tickling, cheer up tickles
"What's wrong?" Steve asks. "Don't you want to join me?"
"Noth— Yes, I do!" Mill stammers in response. "It's just..." Their words trail off as they examine the carpet of feathers at their feet. Steve has already gotten in without an issue. Mill, however, has just realised that they've never told him that they re ridiculously ticklish.
Steve has noticed them sometimes shrinking away from his touch before, sure! But they've always blamed that on past experiences with people who didn't take no for an answer. Mill knows it's incredibly silly that they've managed to open up to Steve about their traumas, yet can't even disclose this maddeningly simple quirk of their body.
They also know that he'll get worried if they don't get in the bed of feathers he made for them. Mill takes a deep breath through the nose and makes their way to join their husband.
Naturally, the feathers are remarkably soft under their bare feet. Mill is careful to walk through them without making the journey too ticklish. Still, they have to choke down the giddiness slowly rising within them. In a few seconds, they sit and lie down next to Steve. That's getting them a ridiculous amount of feathers stuck in their hair, but Mill doesn't care. As promised, this bed is so fluffy; they might as well be on a cloud—dare we say the ninth type, even.
"You like it?" Steve asks.
"Yes," Mill replies with a content sigh, slowly settling themself in.
"You seem a little tense," Steve remarks, worried.
"Am I?" Mill is a little surprised, and a little embarrassed, that he noticed.
"Well, you seemed hesitant to get in," Steve explains, "and I want to assure you that I'll never do anything that you don't want me to." He carefully picks off a few feathers from his lover's hair, which has grown so much since it's been cut up to just above their shoulders.
Mill knows Steve is alluding to the very man—well, god—who did the cutting and several other things, to mark his, now forfeited, ownership. "I know, love," they reply. "I trust you." Why else would they have followed him out of Hell?
Steve's lips tighten into a thin line, not thoroughly convinced. "Then please," he says as he plucks another particularly large feather and gently runs it down Mill's cheek, "tell me what would make you feel more at ease."
Warmth rushes to Mill's face; they immediately bury it in their hands. He doesn't know; they know he did that on a pure whim, because they're both covered in feathers—so how could he not?! In any case, this is the perfect moment to tell him, and yet...
"Mill?" Steve asks, bemused to see them so flustered so suddenly.
They count to three lest they worry him with any further stalling. "You nailed it right on the head," they mutter. They dare to peek between their fingers to see his reaction.
Steve gives them a quizzical look. In his daze, he's still holding up the feather. "How?" He asks. "With this?"
Mill simply nods; their hands have slid down to now only cover their mouth.
The corner of Steve's lips curls. He extends a hand. Mill places theirs in his. He brings it to his lips and kisses their knuckles.
"So..." Steve says coyly. "You're ticklish?"
It's a valid and simple question, still Mill blushes and nods.
Steve slowly drags the feather on the back of their hand. "And you like this?"
Another burst of heat darkens the shade of Mill's cheeks. Their hand stays over their mouth but doesn't really succeed at hiding their smile as they nod again.
His feather slows to a stop. "And you didn't tell me?" Steve asks coyly though there is a hint of betrayal. He thought there were no more secrets between them.
"I wasn't— I've been meaning to tell you!" Mill quickly explains. "I just— I was building up the courage."
Steve's smile returns. "The courage?" He asks as his feather resumes its dance on Mill's hand.
Their face grows hotter. "Um, well, yes. It's just..." Mill stammers, unable to maintain eye contact, as they cover their growing smile.
"Yes?" Steve grins, finding them very cute like this. He flips Mill's hand over and drags the feather across their upturned palm.
"A-ah!" Mill squeaks. Their fingers flex and curl as if to close into a fist but resist the urge to do so.
Deeply amused, Steve chuckles. The feather slowly makes its way up their wrist. Mill giggles and nearly retracts their arm. Since they haven't really, Steve lingers on that tender spot on the inside of their forearm, earning more sounds of his lover's delight. He brings their hand up to give their knuckles another kiss, then teasingly remarks,
"You still haven't explained yourself, love."
"I knohohohow!" Mill giggles in acknowledgment, their face blatantly flushed in their poor attempt to cover it with just one hand.
Steve smirks. The feather slows to a halt as he coyly mutters, "Maybe I should stop then."
"No!" Mill protests too quickly, much to their own dignity's dismay. "Please... Don't stop."
Steve is surprised by this reaction. He drops his teasing tone to ask, "You really like it that much?"
Mill's face is hot under their palm as they cover their eyes in flustered shame. "Yes," they quietly utter. "It's... soft. It-it feels nice. Really nice." They swallow. "It's you."
Steve grows silent. He knows whom they're alluding to. He'll never ask for the details of what happened inside Hades' office, when Mill signed their life away. Their shame and regret tell him enough.
Mill consented, yes, on literal paper. There was no passion in the act though. They would never have wanted it that way, but those were the conditions for everlasting life in the Underworld. It didn't hurt, as the King promised. Still, His touch was cold and rough. It was liberating yet suffocating.
Mill is free now. No drop of His ichor remains in them. Still, they can't shake off that memory.
"It's ridiculous, I know!" Mill groans in embarrassment. "How could something so childish make me feel this good?" Steve remains silent. The feather has stopped touching their arm. They can only assume he's staring at them in disbelief. "But it just does! I don't know how to eheeheeheehee—!"
A soft fluttering under their arm interrupts their thoughts. Mill opens their eyes to see Steve staring back at them with a small smirk. He still has their hand, holding it up even while he wiggles the feather in their armpit.
"Steveheheheehee!?" Mill cries out in gleeful confusion, only making a half-hearted attempt to lower their elbow in defence.
"Enough sulking," Steve simply states, though he is beaming to see his lover smile. "This is a time to be merry." He drops the feather and gently scribbles his fingers on their ribs.
With a squeal of laughter, Mill pulls themself against Steve, wrapping their arms behind his neck to grant him uninterrupted access to their body. Thus, his curious fingers fondly explore every sensitive centimetre of them. All the while, Mill makes mirthful music under the playful strokes of the musician.
