A/N: Hi! This was my first tickle fic since like, 2020-2021. I really want more leesami so “be the change you want to see” and all that 🙃
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It was a glorious Saturday morning. The sun was shining, the sparrowkeets were chirping, and neither Korra nor Asami had anything to do today. Even with a clear schedule Asami continued to be an early riser, waking up at 7am instead of a weekday’s 6.
Asami’s eyes fluttered open as she yawned and stretched her limbs out. She rubbed her eyes with two fingers to get rid of both her drowsiness and the eye crusties that had formed in her sleep. She opened her eyes and noted the fading amber glow of the sunrise around the bedroom. Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, the time read 7:23am.
Asami didn’t want to encourage her inner monologue to begin. Instead deciding to roll on her side and gaze lovingly at her girlfriend, Korra, rather than acknowledge her current comfort.
As expected, the Avatar was still asleep, snoring even, with limbs sprawled about and her blanket a mess. The two tried to share a singular blanket but a multitude of problems quickly arose.
Asami chilled easily and required a thicker blanket while Korra and her Southern Water Tribe genes was overheating from the thinnest of blankets. Korra moved around a lot in her sleep and would often wake up to her blanket on the floor while Asami was mostly still throughout the night. Trying to share one blanket only led to both parties being dissatisfied, so Asami had her thick blanket while Korra had a cooling one (which didn’t really matter as she’d kick it off in her sleep but oh well).
Asami just smiled at Korra, taking in the adorable scene for a while. After a few minutes the urge to freshen up grew too strong and Asami just had to get up. She sighed as she stood up from the bed, adjusting her pink nightgown and walking into the bathroom to do her morning routine.
Nearly an hour later Asami was finished with her ritual and gently returned to laying in her bed, being careful as to not rouse Korra. Asami chuckled as she thought back to Korra’s earnest attempts to convince her that the daily ritual was much too long with the very serious reasoning of cuddle time being cut short. “Not all of us can roll out of bed looking perfect like you.” She had responded with a peck on the cheek.
Now she had ample time to just observe the powerful sleeping beauty of a mess beside her. It wasn’t too long before a wave of mischievousness washed over Asami and she quickly began sifting through her nightstand drawer.
She smirked as she pulled out a marker.
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Korra shifted around multiple times, trying to get comfy enough to fall back asleep. She groaned as she accepted her fate and opened her eyes.
Korra sat up and stretched, cracking her back, shoulders, neck, and any other stiff joints. She looked to her right, immediately making eye contact with her girlfriend who was smiling (was that a hint of amusement?).
“Good morning beautiful.” Asami sighed happily.
“G’mornin’ Sams..” Korra replied as she finished stretching.
“You’re looking awfully.. special, this morning.” Asami smiled.
Korra narrowed her eyes, there was definitely a hint of amusement that time. ‘What is she up to?’ She pondered.
“You’re awfully suspicious this morning.” Korra stated.
“Whatever do you mean, sweetie?” Asami responded with her most innocent voice, going as far as to bat her eyelashes.
“Okay something is definitely up, cmon, out with it.”
“I am absolutely appalled at these accusations. Cant a girl just admire her wonderful girlfriend?” Asami couldn’t help but glance at Korra’s lips.
Korra noticed the glance, couldn’t help but think it was a little higher than usual, but decided to put aside any suspicions. She definitely preferred where this was going.
She leaned closer and opened her mouth to flirt back, when suddenly Asami’s hand clamped over her mouth and pushed her back.
“Nuh-uh, not until you brush your teeth. The only thing evil about the morning to me is your breath.” Asami teased.
Korra huffed playfully and begrudgingly got out of bed, heading into the bathroom.
She picked up her toothbrush from the sink counter and squeezed a blob of toothpaste on it, turning on the faucet to shake some water in her mouth as well. She looked up at the mirror, about to put the toothbrush in her mouth, when she noticed two swirly lines above her mouth.
Someone had drawn a mustache on her face, a mustache! This was absolutely unacceptable.
“What the- Asami!” Korra called out.
Asami joined Korra in the bathroom and “gasped” when she saw Korra’s face.
“Wherever did that come from?” Asami bit back a smile.
“Oh I think I’ve got a good idea.” Korra glared playfully at the prankster.
Asami just giggled and pat Korra’s cheek, turning to walk away. But Korra wasn’t having any of it.
“You’ve got five seconds to run.” She simply advised.
Asami glanced at her and quickly took off running out the bedroom. True to her word, Korra ran after her no later than five seconds later.
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Asami ran through the halls of her mansion as she slipped on her purple robe. She evidentially hardly had enough time to grab it, as Korra was right behind her.
Asami just couldn’t lose Korra, even when shutting doors behind her and trying to juke her. She had an idea when she spotted the staircase nearby and quickly began to make her way down it. Just as she predicted, Korra used airbending to cushion a jump down all the stairs. Asami immediately whirled around and went back up and to the left, out of sight, leaving Korra in her dust.
“I’ll get you for that and the mustache!” Korra shouted after her, climbing the stairs to follow once more.
Korra ran down the left hallway, which led to a dead end. There were only two rooms to hide in and Asami was in one of them.
Korra decided to look in the room to her right first. She opened the door and did a quick once over. This was one of the several living rooms in the Sato Mansion, not many hiding spots but Korra knew the engineer was resourceful.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are~.” Korra sing-sung as she walked around the large, elegant sofa.
She stared at the curtains, checking for any disturbances, when suddenly she heard a small giggle coming from the other side of the sofa.
“Aha! There you are!” Korra shouted as she immediately ran around it.
Asami was crouched down behind it. She had crouched behind the couch when Korra entered the room, and quietly made her way around at the same time she did. Asami quickly pushed herself up but Korra ‘s tackle came right after. They playfully wrestled on the ground, trying to one up each-other.
Korra eventually came out victorious, straddling Asami’s waist and pinning her wrists beside her head as they both caught their breath. Korra was easily captivated by her girlfriend’s beauty. Especially when her face was bare and her hair was sprawled about in a wild mess. The way her chest rose and fell, her emerald eyes…
Asami’s chuckle broke through her train of thought.
“You still have the mustache on?” She giggled.
Korra was immediately thrown back into why she chased the prankster down and fortified herself against the woman’s beauty, pouting.
“Tsk tsk tsk, you almost got yourself out of this.” Korra simply answered before freeing Asami’s wrists to dig her fingers into her torso.
“Whahaha!” Asami’s arms quickly went to try and protect herself as she began laughing. Korra just brushed them aside and continued scribbling her fingers up and down her middle. After a few moments of that, she switched to squeezing up and down Asami’s sides which elicited a squeal.
“EEEEE! Wahahait waitwaitwait-” Asami laughed out, still grasping for Korra’s hands.
Just to tease, Korra paused. “Hm?”
Asami didn’t expect Korra to actually stop, but this was her chance!
“I- um, it’s just a marker! You didn’t even wash it off so obviously it doesn’t bother you.” Asami argued, still smiling from the previous attack.
Korra just laughed and continued to tickle her.
“That’s the best you’ve got? It doesn’t even make sense!” Korra said, thoroughly amused by all this.
Asami weakly grabbed Korra’s wrists and pushed at them, weakened by her laughter. Korra easily grabbed both wrists and was about to pin them above her head when she had a better idea.
Korra slowed the squeezing to just tracing up and down her side while holding her wrists in her left hand. “Hey Samiiii.” She drew out with a teasing tone.
“Whaha- what?” Asami giggled back.
“Clasp your hands for me.” Korra innocently directed with a sweet smile.
Asami shook her head as she giggled, knowing just what Korra was up to.
“I didn’t wanna have to do this…” Korra sighed dramatically before leaning down to blow a raspberry on Asami’s neck, as her nightgown left her tummy protected from that.
Asami shrieked and laughed while pulling on her wrists and moving her head about.
“I’ll keep doing that until you clasp your hands, Sami.” Korra warned playfully, already taking another breath to blow another raspberry.
“Okokok!” Asami gave in and clasped her hands, leaving the fingers of her right hand up.
“Thank you.” Korra gave her a peck on the cheek and clasped her left hand with Asami’s. Effectively locking her hands together with much less effort than trying to hold her wrists.
Korra immediately continued her assault, this time on Asami’s ribcage. Asami laughed and pulled uselessly on her hands as Korra pinned them above her hand. Now available, she went for her armpits.
“I’ve hahahad enohohough!” Asami exclaimed through laughter.
“I dunno… I mean, you haven’t really said sorry so..” Korra sighed, feigning hurt.
“I’m sohohorry okahay?”
“Hm, no. Not good enough.” Korra blew another raspberry into Asami’s neck, causing another shriek and wave of hysterics.
“I suppose you’ve learnt your lesson.” Korra stopped her tickly assault on Asami, letting her catch her breath.
Korra let go of Asami’s hands and they immediately wrapped themselves around her body. As Korra climbed off Asami, the engineer curled in on herself; still giggling a little as she panted. Korra smirked victoriously as she sat with her legs crossed and pulled Asami into her lap.
“I will never draw a mustache on you again, spirits that was certainly a way to wake up.” Asami chuckled as she leaned back into her girlfriend.
“Damn, I thought that was fun! I suppose I can find other infractions you commit against me.” Korra responded playfully.
It's been a long time since Korra had hung out with Ikki, just Ikki. Without Jinora or Meelo who'd usually end up stealing the attention anyways. Especially with how unnoticed she'd be when with them. When she heard Korra was coming today, she was ecstatic, Meelo had his art class and Jinora had spirit world stuff with her dad. So, that meant her adopted big sis's attention was all her's for the day. When she saw the blimp arrive, she could hardly contain her excitement, today was just gonna be perfect.....or so she thought.
On this day in particular, Ikki woke up with a really bad lee mood. Like the lee mood to end all lee moods. Which is honestly the worst time to have one right now. Korra seemed just as enthusiastic to hang out with Ikki as Ikki was. They played games, went out to the park and even got some junk food on the way back, avatar discount included of course. They finally got home after a long day of activities, Ikki now sat, Korra braiding her hair. She could feel Korra's inquisitive stare, melting the back of her hair.
"I have a feeling that even though we caught up on what we've been up to, I have a feeling there is something you haven't told me yet.' The Water Tribe Avatar sensed.
Ikki stared at the floor, twiddling her fingers. Korra finished the braid and hugged the teen air nomad.
"I'm sure whatever it is, you can tell me when you're ready" the blue clad woman said.
That's when Ikki broke.
"Korra I want.....*mumbles*" the young air nomad tried to get it out.
"Take your time Kiki" Korra patiently waited for Ikki's desire to be stated.
"Can you please, do the thing. Just like when we were younger, when I'd be upset" Ikki tried to word around it.
Korra who by this point was fully aware what her adopted little sister was asking for, wanted to tease her just a little bit.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be a liitttlleee more specific about that" Korra said in a sing song tone, moving her fingers to sit at Ikki's sides.
"C'mon, don't make me beg for it, pleeasseeeee" Ikki begged, pouting in Korra's face.
"Alright, Alright, you're lucky your puppy eyes still work on me" Korra gave in.
Korra wrapped Ikki in a tight hug, not tight enough to accidentally hurt her but tight enough so Ikki couldn't get away that easily
"Ready?' Korra asked before proceeding.
"Yeah" Ikki responded nervously.
Korra began digging into Ikki's sides, and Ikki reaction being immediate. Ikki threw her head back, almost headbutting Korra in the face.
"NHohOHohooOHOO PLeAShehaha" Ikki squeeled and fought in place.
"But didn't you want this" Korra teased, moving her fingers to Ikki's stomach
"KOHHORRRAAA" Ikki shrieked.
"It'd been a long time, I almost forgot you're the most ticklish of the three of you" Korra mocked
"SHUHUHDAHAHPP" Ikki screamed desperately.
Korra stopped to give Ikki a breather.
"Do you want me to stop or do you want me to keep tickling you" Korra genuinely asked.
Ikki while panting nodded.
"All right, but don't expect me to be merciful" Korra responded.
The rest of the day, the two spent it laughing and goofing off. erhaps when Jinora and Meelo get back, the three of them will gang up on Korra.
Panic took hold of Mako when he heard Korra’s question. That arrogant smirk crawling across her face made him realize he was in imminent danger. All she had done was pinch his side, barely touching him at all, but that tiny sensation pretty much made him combust. The sound that came out of his mouth had been uncharacteristic, to say the least.
He slowly backed up, eventually hitting the wall behind him. He looked around for an escape, but he knew she’d catch him if he tried to run and then it would be ten times worse. Sometimes having the avatar as a girlfriend had its disadvantages, especially when it came to strength and endurance.
“Korra no.”
“Korra yes.”
She closed in on him, and the anticipation made him even more nervous. Suddenly, she lunged with hands outstretched until she latched onto his sides, pinching and prodding all over while wearing the evilest grin.
As soon as she touched him he began to laugh, despite his efforts to hold it back. He tried, really tried to fight her off, but her hands were quick and the tickling was throwing him off his game. Every time he attempted to grab her hands she’d move them to another spot on his sides. She was just too fast.
“AAAAAAGH! NonononoNOOOOO! STAHAHAP!”
“Awww, what’s wrong? Big strong Mako can’t take a widdle tickling?”
“SHAHAHADAHAHAP!”
Her baby talk teasing really wasn’t helping. He felt like he was losing his mind. With her nails gently digging into his waist on one side and her fingers dancing up and down his ribs on the other, he could do little more than squirm and giggle like a little kid. She kept taunting him, commenting on his high pitched laughter and his weakness to the tickles, and didn’t stop until he was red in the face and completely out of breath.
Once he’d regained his composure, he was understandably peeved. He pouted like a child until she apologized, showering him with plenty of kisses and hugs.
Prompt 96 - “What are you so scared of? It’s just a feather / brush!”
A/N: we poppin the BIGGEST bottles when the makorra fic drops *snrk
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“What are you so scared of? It’s just a brush!”
“Yohohou’re not supposed to use it there!”
Korra laughed, dragging the brush over his foot again, which she held captive in her lap.
Mako’s face bloomed red as he snorted out a laugh. “Plehease!”
“I can’t believe you’re so ticklish.” Korra murmured, swiping his foot with the brush again. It was nice, strong, a gift from Asami. It worked perfectly fine for hair, but once she had discovered in a drunken curiosity that it felt ticklish as hell when brushed against feet…
“Korra!” Mako pleaded.
She swiped the brush again, and Mako choked on a laugh, tugging at his leg uselessly. “Come ohohohon! Stahahahahoppit!”
“Oh, I’m not done yet.”
“Nohohohoh!”
“If you really want me to lose the brush that badly… I can always use my fingers.” Korra grinned, scribbling on Mako’s sole.
A/N: They’re so cute I love them! Best boy Bolin! I present a little snippet of them sparring / training
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Bolin tried to roll away from the devilishly grinning avatar, but he was too slow. Korra gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him back, pinning his legs with one of her own and dragging one of his arms up over his head. “Where was that spot just now.. hm?” She chuckled evilly.
“Wait! Korra- don’t!” Bolin squirmed, trying to free a hand to earth bend. How had a pick up brawling match turned into this?
Korra reached back to his ribs and squeezed, and Bolin shrieked before a laugh punched out of him. His eyes slammed shut as he spasmed with laughter. “Nohohohohohoho!”
Ambitions only encouraged by the sound of his laughter, Korra continued to tickle along Bolin’s side, from his flank to his ribs and up under his arm. When she got there, Bolin cried out, his laughter becoming even louder as it tangled with pleas.
She grinned beside him, scratching her nails into his armpit. She leaned over to look at his red face.
“No way, are you crying?”
“YEHEHES! KahahahaHAHAH- KORRAPLEASE! HaHA! StaHAHAHOP- heheHEHE MERCYHEHEE!” Bolin wailed, tears sprinkling from his eyes.
“You give up?”
“YES!” He shrieked right away, remembering the out. “YES YEEHEHEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIN!”
Korra laughed, ceasing her tickling and patting away the sensation along his ribs. “Oh man, that’s too funny.” She wheezed, helping him sit up before plopping down all the way beside him.
“Not fair! I’m really ticklish, okay?!” Bolin whined, still grinning.
“Seriously? That’s an understatement!” Korra laughed, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m done.” She added as he flinched.
