TICKLETOBER - 17.) Stuck in clothing or wall/floor?
My Zooble Gets Stuck fic/upcoming audio had taken inspiration from a recorded irl session between @yourlittlettoy and @mister-ttt , so here's a little animatic with audio from one of the videos! Original video here.
happy @tickletober! mutant power counts as a “favourite tickle tool” right?
inspired by raven’s ler potential, sibling moments in FC, and the shortcomings of “mutant and proud”
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“Raven, look, I didn’t mean it like- Wait! Raven, be reasonable! We’re far too old for- No!”
Erik barely processed the words before Charles barreled into his chest, forgoing eye contact and explanation in favor of scrambling behind him. He stood there stunned until Raven followed, poised like a predator mid-pursuit.
“Really, Charles?” she scoffed when she saw them. “You think Erik’s gonna save you?”
Charles didn’t answer, though he did cling, grip tightening on the back of Erik’s shirt. He’d intercepted Erik right at the doorway, effectively using him like a blockade.
“Save him from what?” Erik finally asked, curiosity piqued by the odd exchange.
Mere moments later, Charles’ cufflinks betrayed him, commanded by his equally treacherous friend.
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“You know you only have yourself to blame,” Erik remarked once Raven recounted his insult. An unintentional insult, to be sure, but an insult to mutants nonetheless. Charles likely would’ve disagreed, had he still been capable of doing so. It was, however, difficult to argue when one was nearly in hysterics.
“NohoHO!” He tried to twist away when Erik pinched along his left side. Unfortunately, it only brought him closer to Raven’s nails clawing at his ribs. “Wait! WAHAHAHA!” he protested when she thought to tug up his shirt, cackling at the raspberry she then blew against his unprotected skin.
“This wouldn’t be so bad if you had scales,” Raven commented, cheerfully petty.
“Thahat’s not fahahair!” Charles countered, once they’d eased up to let him breathe.
“She’s not wrong, though,” Erik chimed in, fingers tracing across Charles’ stomach. He smirked as it trembled beneath his touch. “This is an easily exploitable weakness.”
“Ehehevil! You’re bohoth ehevil!”
“And you’re too ticklish to be running your mouth. But if you really want me to be evil-“
“Raven!” Charles squeaked when her hand shifted.
“Oh, that’s diabolical,” Erik marveled as Raven showed off newly-feathered fingers. It was almost as if she’d put on a glove, scales past her wrist transformed into plumes.
“Don’t!” Charles’ vehemence suggested past experience. “Not in front of-!“ he started, then stopped, face warming.
Thoroughly charmed, Erik tugged his shirt higher. “Well, now I have to see this.” He turned back to Raven.
It was not Charles’ first time enduring the belly rub from tickle hell, but Erik’s presence, even passive, undeniably made it worse. Charles didn’t dare meet his eye, though he could sense the other man observing him. Were his giggles really that high-pitched? Was his face as red as it felt? If Raven tickled him to tears again, would his pride ever recover?
“Isn’t he cute?” Raven teased, grinning conspiratorially at Erik. Her feathered palm tickled across Charles’ torso, frond-like fingertips fluttering lightly.
“Adorable,” Erik agreed, drinking in Charles’ reactions. He held Charles’ cufflinks with ease, feeling him struggle against the metal.
Raven wiggled one feathery finger in Charles’ navel to hear him squeal, then lifted her hand once more, shifting through several different textures. “What do you think? Furry or fuzzy?”
Erik noticed Charles flinch. “Definitely fuzzy,” he replied, gazing straight into pleading blue eyes. Perhaps it was a tad sadistic, but Charles had earned Raven’s wrath on his own… and honestly, Erik was enjoying the sight of Charles helplessly flustered.
Meanwhile, Charles let out a screech when Raven’s hand inevitably returned. She’d only used fuzzy once before, the morning after one of his more drunken exploits. It’d sobered him up like nothing else, the mere threat of it becoming a warning, and now that she was doing it again…
He remembered he absolutely could not stand it.
“EHEEHEEK! R-RAHAVEN PLEASE!” He writhed beneath the maddeningly ticklish fuzz. Further down, his legs kicked, thumping desperately against the floor. “I’M SORREHEHEE!” he frantically apologized.
“That bad, huh?” Erik mused, recognizing the start of tears.
“This isn’t even his worst spot,” Raven revealed, brushing circles on his belly. “Actually… have I ever used my mutation there before?” Her fuzzed hand began drifting higher, up his side, then over his ribs.
“PleheHEASE! YOU DOHON’T HAHAHAVE TO-!”
He felt the fuzz beneath his right arm.
“Oh!” Erik startled when Charles yanked, nearly ripping his own shirtsleeve. He quickly adjusted the corresponding cufflink to re-secure Charles’ right wrist. “He’s fighting me much harder than before.” The ferocity was almost impressive.
As was the intensity of Charles’ laughter, rendering him fully incoherent.
It tickled. He couldn’t speak. It tickled so much. He couldn’t think. The fuzz bordered on itchy, or maybe prickly, terribly ticklish wherever it touched. Charles doubted it could get any worse… until he felt Raven’s other hand.
In that instant, the telepath panicked, finally summoning his own power.
ENOUGH.
Mentally compelled, Raven pulled back, while Erik released his magnetic hold. Erik’s eyes widened when he realized, while Raven tensed, no longer amused.
Charles noticed the new tension. “I… I didn’t… Sorry…” he wheezed. Eyes watering, he looked up at them, something fragile in his expression.
“For what?” Erik questioned before the mood soured. “Defending yourself with your mutation? Really, Charles, it’s about time.” Both siblings stared at him in shock.
“Are you really… not bothered by it?” Charles ventured hesitantly.
“You’re a telepath. It’s natural,” Erik reasoned. “Though I never thought tickling would force your hand.”
Relief and embarrassment warred within Charles as Erik smiled, lighthearted and playful. Raven watched the interaction, re-evaluating, before making herself relax.
“Like I said, he’s ridiculously ticklish.” She reached out to ruffle Charles’ hair. He batted her away with an indignant huff, though he couldn’t maintain his pout. Unease between them usually lingered, yet with Erik’s intervention, it’d dissolved like sugar.
“Yes, well… can’t help my nature.” He wobbled to the couch with Erik’s help.
Charles dropped onto the cushions with a sigh, allowing Erik’s arm to settle over his shoulders. Raven joined on Charles’ other side, leaning close like she’d done since they were children. They weren’t children anymore, and their relationship wasn’t what it’d once been, but he supposed that moments like this proved some things really never changed.
Before Charles could get too wistful, Erik interrupted the peace. “So, is this a common occurrence? Tickling Charles into submission?”
Raven perked up, devious, as Charles’ blush reignited. He thus became a captive audience to her extended recollections.
Hey everybody!! Here are links to all the SFW tickletober prompt lists I've found for Tickletober 2024! I'll put them under a cut, and I'll edit the list if any more crop up. Have fun this year, and remember to take care of yourselves!
I cannot describe how amazing these things are. They do so much damage and they’re worse than fingernails. They murder backs, sides, tummies, feet, even the NECK. Oh my god. These things, imo, are far superior than anything I’ve used or have been used on me. Ever since my friend put me on to them, they’ve become my top favorite tool. And I cannot begin to tell you how much I want these things on me. These are the things that sent me into euphoric desperation. These also spawned noises from my mouth that I didn’t even think I could make. And I can’t even think about them without feeling like a dog begging for a treat. When I get a pair, I can’t wait to use them on my lees
