this is a tickle blog, in case you didn't already notice! i enjoy writing tickle fics in my free time - which i always post here ^^
about me : i am a minor, 15-17. my blog is welcome to everyone and anyone, as long as you aren't weird! i am also a switch, meaning i enjoy tickling and receiving tickles- my discord is lucass#2304 in case anyone would like to roleplay.
below is the current tickle fics i've written, alongside the ones i plan to write. (i also accept requests! just give me a pairing and a scene.)
summary: the three are playing Heads Up, when a certain word appears. charlie and tao have a special idea to help nick guess it.
word count: 1k
a/n: spent all night writing this and finished in the morning..now im gonna be tired all day but oh well
“Nick?” Tao murmured. “It’s your turn.”
The rugby player was lost in space or in his own mind. He was zoned out on the living room floor, driving his two friends to shake him out of it.
“Nick?!” Charlie shouted in his ear, pushing his shoulder back and forth.
He finally responded when Tao delivered a strategic poke to his side, making him jolt and kick his feet out of the criss-cross position they previously rested in. Charlie and Tao received quick glances from each other in response to Nick’s reaction.
“Finally, we got you awake!” Charlie voiced, followed by Tao. “It was like he was asleep with his eyes open…weird, isn’t it?” He teased.
Nick smiled softly and scratched the back of his neck. “Aha, yeah…sorry about that, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”
“It’s alright, but now it’s your go. Go ahead!” Charlie insisted, handing him the phone.
He put the back of the device on his forehead, leaving the two friends in front of him to watch the screen as it turned to another word. They were all playing ‘Heads Up!’. In a rotation, one of the guys would receive the phone and be prompted to guess the word that appeared. The other players had to give him hints, or actions, as to what the word was.
“Ti-!” Tao gasped, covering his mouth. When he’d seen the word, he automatically started to say it out loud, by accident. Charlie chuckled, nudging his friend's arm.
“Whose side are you on?!” He exclaimed.
“Sorry! I almost did that when you were the one with the phone…”
“Well, I wish you would have! That’s why we lost, Tao.” Nick chimed in, now starting to worry about the ticking timer that’d begun. One minute to guess the word, or forfeit.
“Alright, er- this is something that…feels light? And it’s an action! I think…” Charlie shouted, trying to convey his best description of the word. What was the word, you may ask? Coincidental to Tao poking Nick earlier, the word was ‘Tickle’!
Charlie quickly pondered for a few moments before turning his head to Tao, who seemed to be doing the same thing. ‘Tickle” was a hard word to describe, without using the word itself.
A lightbulb suddenly appeared over the top of Tao’s head - he remembered that the only rule was, you cannot say the word that’s given. Maybe he could make Nick feel the word?
It wouldn’t be a hard task, since Nick was already barefoot, his feet basically out in the open in front of him. Charlie and Tao sat on the outside of both Nick’s feet, while Nick had his legs spread all the way out, using his palms to hold himself up off the floor.
“I have an idea.” Tao said to Charlie, who seemed interested.
“Which is..? I don’t know how the hell we’re going to say anything to describe this word.”
The taller boy smiled at the irony, and replied, “That’s the thing. We’ll make him feel the word!”
Charlie had caught onto Tao’s idea, and noticed a curious Nick in front of him. His boyfriend had an interesting expression, wondering what the hell his friends were up to… and then, he knew.
He knew that he felt something skitter into his left sole, causing him to jerk his legs back into his lap - but, Tao had quick hands. He managed to capture one of Nick’s ankles, the other one was soon to be snatched back by Charlie.
Nick had let out a brief giggle when he’d felt Tao tickle his foot. This enticed Charlie, and he wanted to see if he could do the same. Two fingers wiggled beneath Nick Nelson’s toes, making him fall down onto the carpet, erupting in chuckles. Two became three, then four, as Charlie became addicted to his lover's sweet laughter~ For each finger that was added beneath his wriggling toes, a decibel was increased in his laughter. If Tao were to do the same thing, there’s no telling how loud Nick would laugh.
“Cha-Chahaha! ChaheheharliHEHE! LehEHEt gohoHOH!”
“We aren’t just doing this to watch you squirm, Nick! Go ahead, tell us the word!” Charlie shouted over Nick’s laughter. He stopped the tickling to hopefully hear an answer, but Tao took it as a queue for his turn. He slid his fingertips all across Nick’s ticklish sole, causing the boy to scrunch them up, and wiggle as much as he could to escape Tao’s strong grip.
“Nick… are you that… unintelligent?” Tao used a nicer word for stupid. “What are we doing right now?”
“BEHEING AHA-ehehasshOHOles!” Nick squealed, squirming in place. He was pretty much immobile since the other two boys had surprisingly strong grasps on his ankles.
“What was that?” Charlie scoffed. “We were just trying to help you figure out the word, but if that's how it’s gonna be, alright then!” He playfully taunted, fiddling his fingers into his foot's arch. Tao also looked as if he was in shock by Nick’s words - well, his laughter I should say. That’s what most of his sentence was.
The game had now been redirected to some sort of punishment for Nick since he’d called his friends assholes.
Charlie crawled away from Nick’s ankles and attacked his belly with his tickly fingers.
“Chaharhalie! Gehet awahay!-” Nick rolled around on the floor, eventually pulling his ankle away from Tao. This didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend was by his side, and wouldn’t stop wiggling his fingers into his stomach and ribs.
“Ihim gohOHOEHEhonna gehet you back fohor thiHIHEHis!” He shouted at Charlie. The boy didn’t seem worried until Nick’s face began to turn red. He retracted his fingers from Nick’s body and checked to see if he was okay.
“Had enough?” He asked. “Did we go overboard?”
“Well, we showed him what assholes we could be!” Tao added, seemingly having no remorse for wrecking his friend.
“I didn’t mean to call you guys that! It just slipped out…”
Nick scratched his sides, still having ticklish sensations all over his body from the other boy’s fingers. Then, he was reminded by the notification on his phone that the guessing time was up and he began to wonder what the hell the word was.
“The word was ‘Tickle’! We couldn’t have made it more obvious, Nick.” Tao said, pretending like he could have guessed the word if it were his turn.
“Whatever…” Nick rolled his eyes, handing the phone to Charlie. Let’s just say, he planned on getting revenge…
summary: bede loses a pokemon battle to his friend, hop. the victor uses this win to entertain himself with some victory tickles~
word count: 684
a/n: hihi, i really enjoyed making this and it also solidified the fact that bede is the best lee in the world.
Bede gulped. His throat was dry, and his hands were rather shaky.
“Uh- Er…” He stammered.
Hop slyly grinned, looking the tense boy from head to toe. Bede’s legs were buckling, as if he thought he was about to die? But no, something even worse was soon to occur. Tickling. Hop’s favorite source of entertainment. Pinning the fairy-type gym leader to the floor of his own gymnasium - that was empty this time - and watching from above as the boy’s mouth flooded with giggles and soft laughter.
“Bede! C’mon, don’t be so nervous. We do this every single week…” He teased, sorta insulting the gym leaders battling skills. Speaking of battling skills, pokemon battling was the reason he was in the position he’s now in.
The two loved to battle each other, which often led to Hop cheering and hooraying from across the gym, as Bede would grumble because he’d lost. The victor, Hop, would always spice up their battles with a catch - the loser would be at the mercy of the victors tickly hands for as long as the battle had lasted.
Welp. This battle in particular lasted… quite a while. 30 minutes to be exact. Back and forth move-calling, followed by potion using, had caused the time to slowly tick, in favor of Hop.
“Hop… you know the next time we battle, I am going to destroy you, cor- uh, correct?” Bede tried to seem intimidating, but Hop was already sprinting over to him!
“Ah-! Get o-off me!” He shouted. “Ehe, ehEHEhoHOH!”
Hop had pounced on the blond, digging his fingers into his waist. They poked and pinched, making Bede erupt in a cute ball of laughter. This is what Hop enjoyed most. Seeing his friend laugh, which was something he didn’t often do…
“Nuh-unh-unh!” Hop teased, pinning his wrists above him with one hand. Bede had tried to shove the tickler off of him, but instead got immobilized even further.
“Hm, poke! Poke, poke, poke!~” Hop cooed, poking his exposed underarms. He dug his index finger into the hollows, then into the lower sector, where his ribs met his pits, then right below his bicep.
“Hohoh-hohOHOP geheTAHA ohoFUHU MEHE!” He exclaimed, speaking some sort of foreign language. Half his words were clear, while the others were taken over by chuckles and snorts.
“Just…wait, I forgot to start a timer-” Hop realized. He actually never started a timer. He had a horrible sense of time, but just assumed that whenever he was ready to finish, the time was up!
“Lehet go of my hahAHAnds!” Bede whined. “EHehEHOHO ihit tickles!”
“Well, yeah, that’s the point, silly! Just a few more minutes… I think it’s been, erm- fifteen minutes now?” Hop calculated, wrongly. It’d been near one minute…
“Nevermind that, I guess I’ll give ya what you want.” He spoke. Hop released Bede’s wrists, but swiftly began to wriggle his fingers underneath his battle uniform, scattering his nails across the leaders belly.
Bede threw his head back and arched his spine, spewing with laughter. “NohoOHEHAHA- noHOHOT THEHehere!”
Hop teased his belly button, sliding a finger inside the navel and whirling it around. Bede began to break out into a series of snorts, covering his face in embarrassment. He usually didn’t snort when tickled - unless you lightly fluttered your fingers on the back of his neck. (Which Hop did every damn day.)
“Had enough? That’ll teach you to try harder when you're going against me!” Hop encouragingly said, removing his fingers from his friend's tummy.
“Ahalright- I will!” Bede exclaimed, still recovering from the tickles he’d received. Hop stood, and held out his hand. Shyly, and quite annoyed, Bede kept his head down and grabbed the extended hand. He stood with the help of Hop and got a pat on the back.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get me next time.”
Bede already had clusters of ideas in his head. Each one was about how he was going to defeat Hop in their next battle, and finally give him a taste of his own medicine. But for now, the two boys shook hands to signify a no-tickling truce.
summary: after a long day of hero training, you decide you want a massage. shinsou takes advantage of your obvious ticklishness.
word count: 1.5k
warnings: sfw mentions of kissing
a/n: hi! this is my first fic here, and i really enjoyed making this :) i plan to write and submit a lot more work so yeah!! / established relationship in fic + reader can be fem or masc, there's no chosen gender!
“Shinsou?” You turn your head to your boyfriend. Gently rubbing your scalp, he responds with a deep hum.
“Need something?” He asks, slowing down his hand and leaving it on the center of your head. You loved this feeling. His palm was warm, and encapsulated a sense of comfort, leaving it wherever he happened to move his hand.
You nod and shift to your side. Laying between his legs, your body held with his other hand, he cuddled you rather tightly. His arm was magnetically attached to your waist, and he occasionally slid his fingers inside your shirt to tease your stomach with light fluttery tickles. Whenever he did this, you would obviously burst out in peals of giggles. You were hyper-ticklish, Shinsou claimed. So did Bakugo, and even Deku - which was ironic since he was the most ticklish boy in the entirety of UA. This didn’t keep him from poking your sides whenever he could, to hopefully prove that you were instead the most ticklish.
Shinsou leaned his head on your shoulder and waited for you to tell him what was wrong. Your shoulder, of all places, was what was wrong. You winced and tried to move his head away with your hand.
“Hm? Did I do something..?” He asked, a little hurt. You didn’t have time to reassure him - instead, you began to rub your shoulder gently. Shinsou seemed a bit confused, but soon grabbed you by the waist once more, and pulled you back down into your previous position.
“Does your shoulder hurt? You had a looong day at training, so I’d be surprised if you came back with no injuries. Here, lemme help.” He generously offers.
“Thank you, Shinsou… it just aches a bit, that’s all.” You mumble, looking down. Shinsou had commanded you to lay on your belly, with your arms above your head. This made you a little nervous… you trusted him, of course! But, somehow, you always came out of these types of situations more giggly than you were before…
Now that you had laid down how he desired, Shinsou hovered over your body. It seemed as if he was thinking of how to help you since he was no masseuse.
“So, it’s your shoulders that are putting you in pain? Anywhere else?” He questioned, gliding his hands over your neck and shoulders. He lightly ran his palms against the sides of your neck, inching inside the collar of your shirt, and paused.
“Well, yes… it’s just my shoulders.” You reply. His hands were quite cold, leaving a lengthy shiver down your spine. Soon, your skin adjusted to his touch, and you began to relax.
“Here, would you mind if I pulled up your shirt? Putting my hands down the hole of your collar is an awkward position.”
You nodded, taking your hands and attempting to reach your shirt upward. Before you could bring them down, Shinsou’s hands met yours. He swiftly guided them back above your head and placed them on the armrest of the couch.
“Arms up, sweetheart.” He softly teased in your ear. You began to worry, as this is usually how a tickle fight is initiated. You disobey him, so he attempts to teach you a lesson. Well, he doesn’t necessarily ‘attempt’ to teach you a lesson. He, in fact, does teach you a certain lesson. This one would be not to pull your hands down. However, a few seconds went by and he did nothing - except tug at the bottom of your shirt. Just like he led your hands, he led the fabric of your shirt right up to your neck. Your upper body was now exposed.
“Are you comfortable? Does the shirt need to come all the way off?” He questioned, leaning down to your ear.
“Yes, I’m very comfortable~ thank you for doing this, Shinsou.” You happily answer. This was very sweet of him to do, even if he had ulterior motives…
“You’re welcome, y/n… you know I’d do anything for you.” Shinsou whispered in your ear, beginning to lightly knead his fingers into your shoulder, and shoulder blades. He pressed down into the aching skin in circular motions, causing you to release a small grunt.
“Does it hurt?” He worriedly asked. You told him that it was just the pleasure of the massage and that it didn’t cause you any pain. This was true, but deep inside that grunt, was a giggle. You fought to keep those sweet noises inside, as Shinsou kept rubbing his fingers into your back.
“Mhh, Shinsou?-” You mumbled. He apparently didn’t hear you, since he made no response and kept on with what he was doing. Shinsou had an idea and took it upon himself to travel downwards. Down your shoulder blades, he dragged his fingers across your delicate skin, stopping in the center of your back. He wrapped his fingers across your sides and left his two thumbs on the middle of your spine. His hands were basically all the way across the width of your body, on account of them being large and slender.
“Shihinsou-wahait…” You tried to speak, but your mouth was now full of chuckles and laughter. You vibrated in place, trying to shake his menacing hands off your sides. He hadn’t even done anything technically wrong - his fingers weren’t pattering across your ribs, well… now they were. Each finger had its own rhythm, playing your ribcage like a piano.
“Huh? What’s wrong..? Is this not helping your shoulders?” He asked, quickly placing his hands back on the tops of your shoulders. He continued the previous motion of circular rubs as if he hadn’t just tried to tickle the hell out of you.
“Whahat was that?! You just-”
“Hm? I did no such thing… are you feeling alright?” He interrupted you mid-sentence to make you seem delusional. Then, placed a quick peck on the back of your neck. You had to admit, that singular kiss made up for what he’d just done.
“Just don’t let it happen again!” You tried to seem intimidating. It didn’t work. After a few moments of usual shoulder rubs, his hands fell onto your back, scattering across your ticklish skin. Five fingers fumbled onto your tummy, lightly digging in. The other five fingers ventured into your exposed armpit, exploring all the crevices they could. You clamped your arms down, trapping his pesky fingers inside your pits hollow.
“Noo-hohohEHE! Stop tickuhling meHEHAHO!” You pleaded. He didn’t stop, though. He kept finding different spots that’d make your lips spill cute giggles and chortles.
“SHIHInsooou! Stahahap it nowehe! Ihit tickles~!”
“Yeah, that’s the point, y’know? Hm… does this tickle even more?” Shinsou brought his other hand and wriggled his way inside the unexplored armpit, prompting you to bring that arm down too. Both your underarms were being viciously attacked, and to be fair, you were at fault.
“Oh, so you like this? I dunno… trapping my fingers in your armpits seems a bit odd, dontcha think?” He teased.
“Shuhut up! Juhust gimmehe a breeeak! PuhUHUEHlehease!” You whined while jolting every which way. His fingers had yet to stop torturing your underarms with masterful tickles, and you thought it’d never end at this point…
That’s when he surprised you. Shinsou spun himself around and sat on your behind. He made sure to use only a little bit of his weight, which was enough to keep you down, but not hurt you.
“Are your thighs tickli- er, aching, I mean?”
“Shinsou…you’d better stop!” You shout, whipping your head back to face him. He was already looking you in the eyes, pure evil in his own. Still keeping eye contact, Shinsou threw his hands onto the bottoms of your bare thighs. He squeezed them gently, then roughly, then gently again, to get a feel of how ticklish they were. You were wearing shorts, which increased the ticklishness of where Shinsou was tickling.
You tried to barricade your laughter, as it inched closer and closer to your throat. However, when he skittered a few fingers inside the backs of your knees, you lost it. Full-out laughter from the belly, mixed with snorts from your nose encased the room.
“SHIHIHINSOU!” You belted, bucking your hips like a bull in a rodeo. You did everything you could to remove the weight from your bottom, to hopefully escape. You kicked your feet across the couch, almost hitting your boyfriend a few times… This didn’t phase him whatsoever.
“Puhuhleheheaseee! I’m gohonna cry!”
Shinsou’s fingers stopped. He turned around to face you and checked your expression. He didn’t want you to cry, surely. Sometimes, he knew he could get a little carried away with his tickling endeavors.
“Liar… and for what?! A few tickles? Pathetic… you should be out of your ticklish phase by now.” He muttered. Truth is, he was sorta right… you had no reason to be so damn ticklish nearly everywhere!
“Finally! God, I would've cried if you went on for any longer…” You grumbled, lying. You definitely weren’t going to cry, but whatever makes Shinsou stop tickling you would suffice. Now, your purple-haired, loving boyfriend was actually doing what you’d asked. He softly rubbed your shoulders, freeing them from any aches they’d previously had.
“Thank you~ this feels nice.” You compliment his technique of massaging. He softly smirks, and places one more kiss on the back of your neck.
The day ends with you in his lap, him holding you tight. Just like it should…
