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June. June was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to be “take Baby for a long drive, windows down, with no destination in mind for once” nice. Instead it was cold, 40’s at best, and the pattering of drops on the windows didn’t seem to be letting up any time soon. It was starting to get on Dean’s nerves. The 4 friends were lounging around in their cozy little living room, “Ramble On” playing softly from the speakers in the far corner.
Sam was in the recliner, scrolling on his laptop. Dean didn’t need to see the screen to know he was searching for their next case. Always the diligent one. Cas was on one end of the couch, nose deep in some new “book of the week” that he had become addicted to. The sight made Dean’s stomach flutter, something he was still trying to get used to. Eileen was on the loveseat, watching tv, surely some reality show that Dean would pretend not to be interested in, but secretly be sad when it ended. Dean was currently propped up in the corner of the couch, opposite Cas, with a magazine in hand, not really focusing on the print, mind distracted.
He was fidgeting, too. He knew it, but he hoped no one else had noticed. He wasn’t used to sitting still, at least not for long periods of time, and his hands itched to be doing something, other than holding the paper distraction. He kept shifting slightly, couch creaking with each move, and every so often one of the other’s eyes would roam over to him, their look questioning. It never lasted long, but Dean would duck his head back into the magazine every time, avoiding the stare. His heart was starting to race, and he willed himself to slow it down. He could do this, dammit. He could relax. He just needed to practice. He wasn’t used to the semi-retired, non-hunting lifestyle. So sue him. It would take some getting used to. He shifted again, trying to return his focus back to his reading, but apparently fate had other plans in store for him today.
“Dude what’s the matter with you?” Sam asked, voice laced slightly with irritation. You’re like a nervous ball of energy, and it’s been radiating throughout the room for the last hour. What gives, man?”
Damn it, Sam was always the intuitive one. Dean couldn’t get anything past him.
He tried to play it off with a scoff, schooling his features into a look that implied as though Sam’s comment was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. In reality, he wished Sam could read his mind, so Dean didn’t have to use his words to communicate his emotions. He’d never been very good at that. For the moment though, he wished Sam would just drop it and leave him alone.
“I know when something’s bothering you” Sam continued “so just tell us what’s going on.”
No such luck.
Truth was, Dean didn’t know what was wrong, exactly. He’d slept well, eaten, and was currently nursing a beer. All his basic needs were met and he should have been grateful for the rest. But for some reason, even in a room full of others, he felt alone. His skin was cold, despite the warmth in the room, and he was itching for some sort of physical contact. Everyone seemed so far away, despite the close proximity of the furniture. What the hell was wrong with him? He rolled his eyes at himself. He needed to snap out of it. He wasn’t sharing with the class, especially something as emotionally confusing as this. Suffer in silence. That was his MO.
Apparently no one was willing to allow him that luxury today, because Cas, who had averted his attention away from his book to observe the brother’s exchange for the last several minutes, chose that moment to join the conversation.
“Dean, you do seem more restless than usual. What’s the matter with you?” Cas paused, waiting for Dean to respond. Dean pulled a face that clearly conveyed “leave me alone” without having to verbalize it. Either that, or he was trying to think of a lie. Cas must have thought the latter, because he followed up his previous question with “and don’t lie to me. You know it won’t end well.”
Dean schooled his features, giving Cas a challenging glare. Who did he think he was? Dean was an adult, he could lie if he wanted to. Besides, choosing to ignore the current line of questioning coming from his brother and boyfriend wasn’t lying, it was just avoiding, and that Dean was a pro at.
The silence dragged on until it was uncomfortable, Cas squinting his eyes and doing his adorable little head tilt that usually signified he was studying Dean, trying to get a read on him. A few more seconds ticked on, and Dean couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up from the couch, ready to bolt to his room where he could sulk in peace.
Again, no such luck.
Cas was on him, tackling him to the ground before he’d made it two feet. He straddled his hips, and after a brief struggle (that Dean was embarrassed to admit he’d lost too easily) Dean found his hands pinned by Cas’s on either side of his head, face bracketed in by Cas’s arms. Their noses were practically touching. Cas continued to study Dean, but the new proximity was making his head spin.
Tough guy brivatto still intact, for the moment, Dean steeled his expression into a look of annoyance, twisting himself underneath Cas’s hold, testing it. He was stuck, he knew it, but he wasn’t going down without a fight, Angelic strength be damned. Dean continued to struggle, letting out little grunts of frustration as each unsuccessful attempt let it sink in a little more just how screwed he really was. Cas had a small smirk forming on his face, and it just added to the irritation building up. Dean let out a growl, willing himself to break the hold, but eventually he conceded, body going slack, head tipped back, eyes closed, as though he was slowly starting to accept his fate. He was still breathing heavily, little huffs coming out of his nose every few seconds, but he couldn’t help the small smile starting to form on his face from the ridiculousness of it all. He tried to school his expression into something neutral, but he was failing. When he dared to peek one eye open, Cas was grinning down at him with that big gummy smile of his. Dean couldn’t help but smile back as he said “yeah, yeah, you made your point, now let me up.” But Cas apparently had other intentions, grip tightening slightly at the request.
“Dean, we just want to help. I’d like you to tell us willingly, but I’m not against coercing it out of you.” As Cas spoke, his eyes started to twinkle, and Dean gulped, his throat growing dry, nerves set on edge. If Cas’s look was any indication of what was coming, Dean was in trouble. He tried to remain calm, not giving Cas the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under his skin. He fidgeted again, cursing himself silently.
Get it together, Winchester. You can still get out of this.
Right on cue, as if reading his mind, Cas readjusted his grip so that he was holding both of Dean’s hands in just one of his, other hand coming to rest ever so gently on Dean’s side. Well shit. This wasn’t the first time Cas had used this method to get Dean to “talk” and he should have known it was coming. Dean had two options, tell the truth, or try and lie his way out of it, convincingly, of course.
He put on the brightest smile possible, the one he knew worked ninety five percent of the time, his go-to when he was trying to charm his way out of a not- so-pleasant situation he’d inevitably found himself in, and said “I’m FINE, man, I swear, just let me up.” He tried not to let his voice waiver, but when Cas didn’t budge, Dean chuckled nervously, averting his eyes for a moment. After collecting himself, he turned his face back, eyes pleading with Cas to just drop it. But Cas could be stubborn as well, and as the moments ticked on, it became increasingly clear that Cas would not be satisfied until Dean fessed up. Dean narrowed his eyes, voice low. “Don’t even think about it.” he snarled, trying to appear as if he had control of the situation, even if Cas did have the upper hand. He let out another growl, but it quickly turned into a yelp as Cas’s fingers jumped to life.
Sam, who had previously returned his attention back to his laptop after the brief exchange with his brother, heard the noise and looked up, curiosity getting the best of him. He smiled softly at the sight of his brother squirming beneath Cas. Dean was trying his hardest to keep his composure in check, but was rapidly losing that battle. Cas’s growing smile was a clear indicator that Dean was close to breaking. Cas knew it and was slowly chipping away, gaining leverage with every twitch of his fingers. Moments ticked on, Dean still squirming but refusing to concede, and eventually Cas must have decided he’d had enough. Without warning, he released his grip on Dean’s hands in favor of digging all ten fingertips into both of his sides. Dean was not expecting the sudden change, and his wall of resistance shattered. He began cackling, the noise loud enough to catch Eileen’s attention, who until this moment had remained focused on her show. She glanced at Sam, eyebrow raised and questioning, and Sam just smiled back at her, shrugging his shoulders. The pair stood up simultaneously, making their way over to the spot where Dean and Cas were still battling it out, although it was clear who was winning this little bout.
Dean could see Sam and Eileen approach out of the corner of his eye, although his vision was already starting to blur. He groaned through his laughter, trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm. This was embarrassing, especially with how quickly Cas had broken him. It had only been a minute, tops, since Cas had really started tickling in earnest, and Dean was already red-faced and giggling hysterically. He had expected to hold out longer than that, but Cas had him so wound up with anticipation, he didn’t stand a chance. He was twisting frantically, kicking his legs, trying to throw Cas off, to no avail. A few “Cas’s” and “please” and "stop it’s” slipped in whenever he could catch a breath, although only half of them decipherable. Damned if he wouldn’t still try though. Cas just shook his head, acknowledging he had heard him but wasn’t complying with his requests. The little shit was dead when Dean got out of this. Dean was so getting him back, tenfold. But he couldn’t focus on that right now.
The little voice in Dean’s head kept telling him if he just agreed to give them an answer that this could all be over. He tried convincing himself of what it was he DID want. What answer would appease them? What was the truth? Dean hadn’t been able to put his finger on it before, and he certainly was having trouble thinking clearly now. Another part of him, a louder part, kept reminding him that this WAS what he wanted. Physical contact, no matter the form. Sometimes he found himself craving it, the lack of it overwhelming him to the point of suffocation. Usually he drowned himself in other distractions to take away the sting. Until now, it had worked. He wasn’t expecting it to hit him today with an audience. He hadn’t even fully accepted that was the problem, but as the contact with Cas made the earlier cold and loneliness slowly ebb away, a realization dawned on him. Well damn if he would admit it. He had a reputation to uphold.
As Sam and Eileen reached them, Dean could see Cas and Eileen share a quick glance, and then she nodded, as though they could read each other's minds. The silent exchange made his nerves ignite. She knelt down above his head, and Cas paused his tickling to pass Dean’s arms to her, one at a time. He tried to resist, but in the end it was futile. From his seat on Dean’s lap, Cas had the advantage. Eileen sat on them gently, only enough pressure to ensure he was pinned firmly. Dean gulped. One on one with Cas was bad enough, but being double teamed… They wouldn’t, would they? Dean shivered at the thought. At least Sam was still standing. Dean didn’t know what would happen if all three of them attacked. He’d never survive. He might as well ask to cuddle, right then and there. At least he’d still have some of his dignity left.
Once the pair deemed Dean secured in his new position, Cas said “last chance to talk, Dean.” He was counting on Dean’s stubbornness, and when Dean glared at him with a “how dare you” look, Cas grinned and started tickling again, fingers back at Dean’s sides, though not as harshly as last time. Dean should have been grateful for the reprieve, only now Eileen’s hands were added to mix. Dammit, NO! Her fingers were poking and prodding in and around his armpits, occasionally jumping to his collarbones and up and around his ears. Dean exploded, cackling, voice going in and out as his pitch reached new levels. His efforts to free himself increased momentarily, twisting and turning with every poke and prod, but he was quickly running out of energy. He was shaking his head from side to side, a stream of jovial “nonono’s” bursting out of him every time he could catch his breath.
Eventually he went slack, sweat lacing his brow. Cas and Eileen noticed and slowed the tickling just enough to give him a moment to breathe, but still enough to keep him gently giggling. Eileen with her long fingernails still scritching softly under his chin. Cas with the soft pads of his fingertips digging into his ribs. And Sam with that dopey, lopsided smile, grinning down at Dean every time he dared peek his eyes open, looking at Dean like his face was the brightest thing aside from the sun.
It was more than Dean could handle. He needed it to stop. He never wanted it to stop.
“Ok, ok I give. I give up. Please, no more.” Dean relented. Cas and Eileen paused, waiting for him to continue. When his breathing slowed completely, they looked on expectantly, but instead of speaking, he tried hiding his face in the crook of his elbow again. “Heeey” he giggled, as Eileen softly tickled the side of his neck, forcing him to turn his head. He looked up at her, trying to glare, but was betrayed by his lingering smile, and she bent down to peck a kiss to his forehead. He almost started crying. What the hell was going on with him today?
He closed his eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to regain his composure, not trusting himself to make eye contact, much less to speak. He knew they wouldn’t wait forever. Still pinned beneath the pair, he tried to muster up some courage. As he looked over, Cas started wiggling his fingers again, making a show of getting closer and closer to Dean’s sides, and it was all the encouragement Dean needed to blurt out “I was just lonely and wanted attention!” He immediately tried hiding his face again, cheeks burning red. This time, no one stopped him. When a few minutes had passed and no one had spoken, he dared to glance up.
From the looks on their faces, whatever it was they were expecting Dean to say, it clearly hadn’t been that. All 3 were looking at him with slightly different expressions, from fondness to curiosity, but not one of them appeared to be judging him. He was grateful for that, at least. Maybe he could finish the day with some of his dignity intact.
“I answered your question, can I sit up now please?” Dean asked, suddenly looking very uncomfortable in his current position. Cas and Eileen, realizing that they were still pinning Dean down, released their hold, shuffling back to give him some room. He sat up, keeping his head down, hand ringing at the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. He could feel their eyes on him still and it made his cheeks burn red again. He wished they’d just leave him to wallow in peace. They owed him that much. Instead, as Cas and Eileen stood up, Sam offered Dean a hand. He accepted it, shakily rising to his feet, still a little wobbly and light headed from before. Sam saw him stagger and righted him, but instead of stopping at that, he pulled him into a crushing hug.
“Come here, ya big dummy.” Sam said, and Dean could tell by his tone that Sam was grinning. When Dean didn’t put up much resistance, he pressed on “if you wanted us to hug you, why didn’t you just ask?” Dean tensed at the teasing and started to pull away, even though the contact was keeping him grounded at the moment. Old habits were hard to break. Sam wasn’t letting him get away that easily. He tightened his grip, arms wrapped around Dean’s torso, fingers starting to wiggle into the crevices at the back of his armpits. Dean let out a gasp, followed by a “nohoho, not again!” and before he could help himself he was giggling, squirming steadily in Sam’s arms, trying to keep himself upright, although his knees were threatening to give out. Cas stepped in behind him, just in time to catch him as Dean managed to break Sam’s hold.
Dean stumbled and Cas righted him, wrapping his arms around him to keep him vertical. Sam advanced forward, hands finding purchase on Dean’s belly as he responded to Dean’s plea of “no Sammy, please don’t” with “I didn’t get to participate before, Dean, it’s only fair!” When Sam fingers found his belly button, Dean shrieked, laughter quickly turning silent. He was doubled over Cas’s arms, trying to force Sam’s evil fingers away, but Sam continued to slip his grip with ease. Eventually he gave up and tipped his head back, temple brushing against Cas’s, arms crossed in front of him as much as Cas’s hold would allow. Sam eventually slowed when it was clear that Dean couldn’t take much more.
Sam giggled at his brother as he tried to entangle himself from Cas’s octopus-like grip. When Dean was finally free, he stumbled over to the couch, practically collapsing onto it. He laid on his back, arm draped over his eyes, willing his breath to settle. He startled when he felt someone lift his head up, but relaxed again when he realized it was only Cas climbing in to sit beneath him, Dean’s head now in his lap. Cas started running his fingers through Dean’s hair, pausing every once in a while to scratch at his scalp. Dean hummed appreciatively, which only encouraged Cas to continue.
Normally he’d be embarrassed at showing his emotions so openly, but after what he’d just endured, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Cas had picked up his discarded book before settling down, now propping it up on the arm of the couch, somehow managing to juggle it with one hand while still attentive to Dean with the other. Every once in a while his hand would stray from Dean’s head to rub over his back or shoulders, and Dean would sigh contentedly. Maybe he needed to ask for what he wanted more often.
Sam and Eileen were snuggled on the loveseat, watching on with fondness. Cas looked up and met their gaze, smiling at them and then down at Dean. Dean met his gaze, smiling softly back. The rain still pattered lightly on the windows, only now all was right with the world again. Maybe rest days weren’t so bad after all. He rolled over, snuggling his face into Cas’s lap, and when Cas resumed his scritching, Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was snoring softly.
I rarely write but this one just came together so quickly, I couldn’t stop the brain worms. Hope you enjoy.
#castiel#dean winchester#ticklish dean#ler!cas#supernatural tickle fic#sam winchester#spn tickle fic#ler!castiel#supernatural tickling#spn tickles#eileen
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Tickle Warfare: Operation Sneak Attack
(TickleTober Day 13: Sneak Attack)
Summary: Sam and Cas team up to get Dean back for all the times he’s tickled them
Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,177
A/N: I’m actually super proud of this one! I’m totally writing a sequel unrelated to tktober so keep an eye out for that 😏
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The bunker was unusually quiet. A moment of peace had settled on the three supernatural hunters: Sam, Dean, and Castiel. However, that peace was about to be interrupted.
It was a well known fact that Dean was a professional in the field of tickling, having had years to master the art and refine his skills. Sam, his little brother, and Castiel, their angelic friend, fell victim to Dean’s tickle attacks more often than not.
But this time, things were going to change!
At least for the day…
The angel and the younger hunter sat in the bunkers library, hunched over the table with focused expressions.
“Alright, here’s the plan…” Sam started,
“Dean is in the living room watching tv, so his guard will be down. As long as we’re coordinated and quick, he’ll never see it coming!”
Castiel nodded to show that he understood, just as eager for revenge as Sam.
“Right. He does tend to get quite engrossed in his odd doctor show.” He commented with furrowed brows, getting a chuckle from the youngest Winchester.
“Exactly. So I’m thinking we ambush from behind, you get his armpits and I’ll get his sides. And then, when we have him weak enough, I’ll go for his hips.” Sam spoke like an old war general, knowing better than anyone that they would have to execute this perfectly.
“I will warn you that in the past when I’ve gone for his hips, he always breaks free after a few seconds. But since there’s two of us, we should be fine as long as we hold on. I’ll give you a heads up before I attack, got it?”
The angel stood up, ready for battle.
“Loud and clear. Now let’s go exact our revenge.”
Sam couldn’t help but laugh again, amused by the angel’s eagerness.
Together they stealthily entered the living area, spotting Dean sitting on the couch, engrossed in an old rerun of Doctor Sexy, just as Cas had predicted.
They crouched down, slowly approaching the older hunter, sharing a look of determination.
Sam looked at Cas, mouthing an “On three” before counting with his fingers.
As soon as Sam’s ring finger went up, the duo leaped over the couch and pinned their target, Castiel holding him from behind and Sam perching himself on his thighs.
“Wha- HEY!” Dean shouted, voice filled with surprise as he writhed to break free.
“Now, Cas!” With that signal, they had begun their attack. Sticking to the plan, Castiel dove his fingers under Dean’s arms while Sam dig into his sides, getting a bark of laughter from the older Winchester.
“GAH- WHAT THE HEHEHELL?!”
Sam broke into a bright smile, filled with a giddy sense of accomplishment.
“This is payback for tickling us so much!”
The angel couldn’t hold back his own amusement, warm laughter mingling with Dean’s.
“I believe this is what you call… sweet revenge.” He smirked, drilling his thumbs into the tender hollows, receiving loud, hearty laughter in response.
“CAHAHAS, YOU FEATHERED SON OF A-”
Sam and Castiel relished in their vengeance, taking in the sight of the suave Dean Winchester overtaken with hysterical laughter.
“I wouldn’t finish that remark, Dean. Don’t forget that we’re in control here.” The angel teased in a low, warning tone, taking pleasure in the growing blush on Dean’s face.
“Looking a little rosy there, Dean. This doesn’t tickle, does it?” Taunted the youngest of the three, skittering his fingers up to Dean’s ribs, knowing that was a tickle hot spot.
“SHUT UHUHUP! Y-YOU ARE SOHOHO GONNA GET IT!!”
Sam giggled a little in response. “You’re all talk, Dean. Aaall talk.”
The older hunter thrashed and kicked with all he had, but no matter how hard he tried, Sam and Castiel were far stronger when they worked together. That, and the overwhelming tingling sensations under his arms and on his ribs were driving him mad.
“KNOCK IT OHOHOFF!”
He shouted through his laughter, glueing his arms to his sides, only succeeding in trapping Castiel’s hands, though the fingers kept wriggling. This only seemed to make the sensation even more unbearable, but he just couldn’t raise his arms. His body wouldn’t let him.
“It is very difficult for me to 'knock it off' when you’re imprisoning my hands.” Castiel spoke in a blunt manner, wiggling his fingers harder for emphasis.
Dean let out a snort, throwing his head back in hysterics.
The incessant tickling was draining his energy and he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker as time went on.
Noticing the significant lack of force, Sam decided that now was the time.
He looked at the angel as if saying “get ready”. The angel nodded and ceased his tickling in favor of tightening his hold on Dean, recalling Sam’s earlier comments.
The youngest Winchester hovered his fingers above Dean’s hips, flexing his fingers playfully with a mischievous grin.
“Prepare yourself, big brother… this might tickle~” Sam taunted, eyes glittering with mischief.
“S-Sam, I swehehear… don’t you dAHAHAHARE- SON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!” Dean howled with laughter, boisterous cackles filling the room as he bucked and jerked with renewed force, just as Sam said.
Sam drilled his thumbs into the divots of his older brother’s hips, digging into the hypersensitive bones, sending ticklish electricity coursing through Dean’s nerves.
Dean’s face was bright red by now, eyes watering with mirth.
Dean’s laughter wasn’t the only sound that filled the room; Sam and Cas joined in, one bright and boyish, the other warm and deep. Together, they performed a symphony of joy and silliness.
Seeing that Dean was struggling to breathe, the duo backed off, satisfied with their revenge.
Sam hopped over to sit beside Cas, putting some distance between him and his brother on the off chance that Dean decided he wanted revenge at this very moment.
Sam and Cas watched triumphantly as Dean tried to catch his breath.
Dean leaned against the arm of the couch, looking at his brother and angel.
“Hah.. I have to give you guys credit…” Dean panted.
“You got me prehehetty good…” He commended, crossing his arms and looking at the two with an impressed expression.
“Couldn’t have done it alone.” Sam gave the angel a nudge, grinning proudly.
“Well, as the saying goes… teamwork makes the dream work.”
Sam and Dean both laughed, the cheesy saying paired with Castiel’s monotone voice far too amusing.
Dean, having caught his breath, sat up, a certain spark in his eye.
“Well, I hope you two had fun… because when I’m done with you, you won’t be able to think straight for days~”
He wiggled his fingers tauntingly, noticing the way their eyes widened, Sam in particular looking rather nervous.
This was far from over.
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Big brother’s love
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester (a bit of Castiel)
Word count: 1929
MY BABIES AHHGRRR; I just NEEDED some brothers fluff and HERE WE GO, LEE!SAM FOREVER🙏 love them, here it’s like moments since childhood-season 6 (bc I’m watching it rn) (btw @cringemesstickles I know that you’re a sucker for lee!sam so you might wanna check this one out🤭)
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Dean loved making Sam smile, even though Sam always tried to hide it, making himself look more serious, deep down Dean always knew how to crack him
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Older Winchester woke up and sat on the bed, rubbing his eyes. Clock said 8:03 am and he had no idea how he got so early today. John left them for a week.. which turned into two as he couldn’t kill the vampire he was hunting, so two teenage boys spent most of the time in the hotel room; not bothered by trying to pick up a school if they are going to attend it only for a few days.
Sam looked up from his book to take a look at his brother when he froze for half a second, biting back a smile
“What?” Dean asked him, was it something on his face or something?
“Oh no nothing” younger boy replied, trying to focus on his book, but taking a quick glance at Dean. Now him biting back a smile was even more visible
“Is it something on my face?” Dean’s brows furrowed as he asked out loud
He took a half glance in the mirror in the middle of the room and saw how his hair in the middle was slick back, but on the sides it was sticking up in all directions, making him look ridiculous. In what pose did he even had to sleep to get this hairstyle?
He turned his eyes back to Sam, seeing how hard he tried to focus on the book in front of him. They locked eyes as Dean wiggled his eyebrows, trying to play dumb to get the kid to crack
Even though Sammy was quite serious for a kid his age, it wasn’t that hard to make him laugh. 11 year old boy mostly found Dean’s fails funny, when he tried to flirt with a girl but got rejected. This type of fails
“I see you, what’s up? Why are you acting like thi—” Dean didn’t got to finish his sentence when younger boy broke into a stream of giggles. It was really easy to make him laugh sometimes
“Ihit’s juhust youhur hahair” Sam giggled quietly, dimples appearing on his cheeks as his face broke into shy smile. Like he knew it was a bit too childish even for him
Dean took a proper look into the mirror and chuckled too. His eyes were dead and the whole hair thing looked like he experienced getting struck by a lightning
He shook his head, standing up and quickly ruffled kid’s hair too so they would match
“Hehey!” Sam shoved his hand, trying to sound annoyed, but giggles in his voice ruined the whole facade
Yes. As Dean would say, it was pretty easy and unbearably hard to make younger Winchester laugh sometimes. The kid got specific humour
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“SAMMY”
Sam who was standing in the middle of the room doubled on the floor laughing as he saw his brother’s head sticking from the bathroom doorway. They had a little prank war going on and younger Winchester decided it would be hilarious to put some hair dye into Dean’s shampoo
Dean on the other hand wasn’t so happy. His hair was dripping wet and his neck and shoulders were also covered in dark-ish blue dye. His mouth twitched for a second when he was his brother on the floor laughing his ass off, but taking another look in the mirror reminded him that revenge is necessary
“Come here bitch!” Dean said while putting his pants on and running in Sam’s direction. Long haired teenager quickly tried to stand up, but was immediately tackled to the floor by his brother; not like he put up a fight, Sam was mostly giggling like a madman every time he looked at Dean
“Something funny?” Dean tried to look serious but small grin crept into his face as he saw his brother pinned underneath him “Oh I can give you something to laugh at”
With that said, he wiggled his fingers into Sam’s side, making his giggles transform into full on laughter
Damn it sounded good; Dean could swear his laugh immediately filled the whole room, lighting it up
“DEHehean! stOHOP IHihi aham tohoho ohOHOLD FOHOR THIHIS”
“You are only 16 kid, the only one old here is me, and apparently I’m gonna have blue hair for the next—MONTH THANKS TO YOU” Dean chuckled as he raised his voice over Sam’s so he would hear him
Sam’s laugh got higher when he darted his eyes at Dean over him who was still dripping in blue colour
“Any last words?”
“IHIHIT WAHAS SOHOHO WOHORTH IHIHIT” Sam looked at Dean one last time before losing himself in his own laughter again. Dean’s grin got wider with every second as he tickled his brother on the motel floor. Maybe he didn’t care that much about his hair
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“Dean!” Sam squeaked as Dean made a move in his direction
“Sam!” Dean chuckled, mirroring his brother’s tone
They were standing at opposite sides of a table in the motel room, waiting for other one to make a move. Well, long story short — Dean found out Sam still had his weakness in touch, apparently Sam was surprised too
“Don’t!” Sam tried to threaten but smile on his face outweighed all the venom in his voice
Dean was wearing a grin on his own, quickly running around the table to catch his brother
They were doing it for the past few minutes, but this time Dean actually tackled Sam on the floor. Both laughing the whole time they tried to gain an upper hand
“DEHEHEHEAN!”
Older Winchester got his hands squeezing his brother’s knees as he watched his reaction
Sam was okay before.. well maybe a little tired and declined any offer to take a proper sleep, saying that “he was okay taking 2 hour naps every few days”; so as every good brother, Dean just needed an excuse to mess with him. They deserve to have fun once in a while, especially Sam
“Ha! Man you didn’t change— do you still do that? Wait let me check” Dean said as he got his hands to Sam’s ribs, playing them like a guitar
Sam’s laughter transformed into high-pitched giggles that were just music to his brother’s ears
“That’s what you get for not getting to bed. Gosh it’s like I’m 15 again, forcing you to sleep”
Sam’s laughter rang even louder at the recalling memories of their childhood, as joyful sounds came out of him
“And now you are 23 and you didn’t change a bit” Dean grinned, eliciting more sounds form Sam
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“Ohokay okay, easy tiger” Older Winchester chuckled at his baby brother who drank a bit too much in the bar. Dean was immune for a few shots of tequila, considering how much alcohol he consumes, Sam wasn’t that strong
“What is wrong with him?” Castiel was standing in the middle of the motel room Winchesters were staying
“Has gone a little overboard, but who gives a shit. I finally convinced him to take a few days off and I don’t care that there is a fucking apocalypse, okay? He needed a moment to breathe out” Dean replied as he caught his brother from falling on the floor and threw him on the bed, making it easier for both of them
“So what now?”
“Well, I’m gonna take his coat and shoes off and let him sleep. Oh man, a hangover tomorrow is going to be ruthless” Older brother chuckled
He motioned Cas to come closer and hold Sam’s abdomen as he took the coat of him. On accident, one of Cas’ hands got under younger Winchester’s arms, making him squirm a bit and let out a quiet giggle
“What was that?” Dean and Cas almost said in unison as Dean put his brother’s clothes and shoes in the wardrobe
Dean’s brows knitted together as a small grin broke his face
“Hey Cas, can you spread his elbows like— yeah like that” Dean full on smiled
Angel did as he was told, grabbing both Sam’s elbows and raised them up, spreading them. Meanwhile Sam was too tired to stop anything.
Dean took a step closer, warming his fingers under Sam’s arms. His brother’s face immediately broke down into wide smile when he clamped his arms down, doing nothing to stop the sensation
“What are you do— waHAHEHehait!” Sam got out of Castiel’s grip and slammed his back into the bed where he was previously sitting (or at least tried to). His eyes were squeezed and smile shining, showing all his teeth
“Damn Sammy, a drop of alcohol in you, and you become even more ticklish than when you were a kid” Dean beamed
“What is wrong with him?” Cas now stood up, and standing next to the bed stared at laughing younger brother who couldn’t even put up a fight because he was so intoxicated and an older brother who now was sitting on his lower half, pinning him and tickling him, having a smile on his face as big as Sam’s. A look of confusion and amusement mixing up in angel
“Oh, it’s called tickling. It’s when you touch some parts of the body that make other person laugh. It’s a body reaction our ancestors had back in the day for surviving. Now it’s.. for messing with your baby brother for example”
“And he laughs because it’s body’s reaction” Cas repeated, trying to make sense out of it
“Pretty much”
“Huh” Cas wanted to say something but his hearing focused on Sam’s high-pitched laughter again. Making his face to share the same kind of grin Dean has been wearing
Right now and there he noticed that Sam didn’t laugh enough. His laugh is too nice to hide it under all these layers of seriousness
“heheHESTOHOHOP DEhehean!” Sam laughed, eyes squeezed shut and hands trying to catch his brother but he even when he did he was to tired to do anything that shove lightly at them
Cas and Dean joined him, chuckling everytime he made some funny noise. “Yeah” Cas thought “humans are cute”
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“Hey, you okay?” Dean’s voice rang through the living room where his brother was sitting
They stayed at Bobby’s for some time, trying to find out more about this “Mother” bullshit, someone that can ruin their world and kill everyone (again)
“You know what I did, Dean. That whole year was—” Sam was interrupted by his brother who nudged him in the side with his elbow
“Come on, we’ve been through this. I— you can’t believe how glad I’m that you’re back. That was not you Sammy”
Sam tried to fight, but found that it’s easier just to listen to Dean. “Yeah, maybe you’re right”
“Dude you couldn’t believe how DRY you were, I mean, your humour was purely based on making fun of something. We were almost killed multiple times because you found demons funny and just laughed at their faces” Dean recalled with amused chuckle
Sam let his own small smile to tug at his lips
“Well, at least I got you back, and you still think I’m a god of comedy” Older brother wigged his brows
“Oh you wish” Sam shook his head with a snicker
“What? I’m hilarious” Dean said, poking his brother which made him giggle
“See? You do still find me funny” Each word was highlighted by a poke to Sam’s side, making him giggle again and playfully slap Dean’s hand
“Yeheah, maybe I stihil do”
#tworld#tickle fic#sfw tickle community#love them#supernatural tickle fic#supernatural tickle#spn tickles#spn tickle#spn tickle fic#ticklish!sam#ticklish!sam winchester#ler!dean#ler!dean winchester#sam winchester#dean winchester#castiel#cas#dean's an awesome big brother#potatohater#love them😭😭#tkl fluff#fluff#spn fluff#the most fluffy fluff I’ve ever written#they need a break#literally had this scenario in mind like forever#it’s canon because I said so
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#talk#playing t word things in character ai with Castiel's bot... and like.#Cas as ler...#I'm dead#he can and damn teasing...#love it#I'm thinking about whether to throw screenshots here or not ..
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I swear I shared this before, but can’t find it, so here it is (again?) - one of my all-time faves that I just reread again for the hundredth time. I’ve already brought others down with me today but I want to inflict a higher body count, so please enjoy.
30k fic of massage parlor AU with all the best things (mind the rating): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16736913/chapters/39260202
#fic rec#supernatural#Destiel#tickle fic#Dean Winchester#Castiel#AU#ticklish!Cas#ler!Dean#not mine#author sweet_enerliel#Master of Touch
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"#AŞK" Bazen; Yeni Çıkan Bir #Film/in,
"#FRAGMAN/I" Gibi/dir..!
Görebileceği/n Tüm "Güzellik/ler", Yalnız/ca "#TANITIM/da" Verilir..!
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KNUCKLE TATTOOS
DICK BALS
BETA CUCK
STAR WARS
SUCK FUCK
FERA LHOG
THEJ OKER
EATS FEET
RAZL DAZL
KNUK TATS
BABY GIRL
BUTT HOLE
A.HAM A.BUR
ONCE -LER
JEB! BUSH
PRON OUNS
MYFI NGRS
BIGB OOBS
GOOD LORD
WEEE EEEE
TEE♡ HEE♡
COCK VORE
SIXFI NGERS
HAND JOB!
AMON GUSඞ
TWIN TWRS
CALL SAUL
PUNC HYOU
YURI YAOI
FORT NITE
JAKE PAUL
PIKA PIKA
FACE BOOK
ELON MUSK
HATE GAYS
JOEB IDEN
CRUC IFIX
YUOR DEVL
TOON TOWN
CRPY PSTA
KILL BILL
SOCC RMOM
HOPE UDIE
JOHN LOCK
SUPR HELL
ROAD TRIP
PRTY ROCK
DOES DRUG
SEXH AVER
SUCK UOFF
IAMA LSBO
BISE XUAL
NGRY BIRD
SMOS H.COM
MARI OBRO
RPGM AKER
CAS♡ DEAN
DIVO RCE☹
YAOI HAND
SEXY HOMO
ITMY HAND
OWIE OUCH
JAKE DOG (the empty space is for a portrait of him)
BIOS HOCK
PADS TMPN
ONEP IECE
SCOT LAND
GAMB LING
FEET PICS
JUNJ IITO
GARF IELD
RIDD LER?
GRDN RMSY
DNGN RNPA
ROLE PLAY
KEYB OARD
LEGO LAND
HOLY SHIT
WIKI PDIA
TAPE WORM
DADY ISUE
WIKI FEET
ITCH BALS
CROA TOAN
LOCH NESS
SANS NESS
MTHW PTRK
IBPR OFEN
HOME WORK
RCKY HROR
STRI PPER
FIRE STAR
BATH ROOM
MALE WIFE
HOTT LEGS
GOOF BALL
OMGA VERS
GLUP SHIT
OPEN CSKT
LITL PONY
RAYQ UAZA
TUBE ULAR
RATA TOUI
BIRT HDAY
FAML YGUY
SIMS FOUR
COLO RADO
RDIO STAR
COLD HAND
PNIS ENVY
E621 USER
AIRP LANE
NNJA TRTL
ASDF MOVI
FROG LEGS
UNGA BNGA
APPL SAUC
TWNK DETH
DRTH VADR
GENI TALS
LEGO BTMN
FINN JAKE
FUCK YEAH
ATOM BOMB
DAVI NKY?
MAMA MIA!
SLAY CUNT
FLAT FUCK
DCTR PHIL
SASU NARU
HELO KITY
Y/YO A/TI
SHRE KTWO
SPDR MNKY
PORR IDGE
PMPL POPR
LADY GAGA
TAXF RAUD
AWOO GA!!
CPTN [HOOK] (ideally you wouldn’t write hook at all because you would have an actual hook hand here. the text of “HOOK” is. implied)
MATCHING KNUCKLE TATTOOS
for two people
GUES WHAT / CHKN BUTT
DAFY DUCK / BUGS BUNY
CREW MATE / IMPO STER
HAND HOOK / CARS DOOR
POWR BTTM / SRVC ETOP
UNDR TALE / DLTA RUNE
FEMI NISM / MISO GYNY
GIRL DICK / BOYP USSY
ROOP PAUL / DRAG RACE
FIVE GUYS / BRGR FRYS
for three people
GASL IGHT / GATE KEEP / GIRL BOSS
SUPR NTRL / DOCT RWHO / SHER LOCK
BLOD BORN / ELDN RING / DARK SOUL
for six people
APPL JACK / FLUT RSHY / ♡RAR ITY♡ / TWLT SPKL / PINK YPIE / RNBW DASH
for seven people
SPON GBOB / PTRK STAR / SNDY SQRL / SQUI DWRD / MR.K RABS / PLAN KTON
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✧*̥˚ wildmelon cas *̥˚✧
Sul Sul Hoje o desafio é de cas! Espero que achem tão legal e divertido quanto eu, já que ele se baseia em características suas para formar um Sim ⧫
Primeiramente, esse desafio não é meu e sim da @wildmelon! Apenas adaptei para o português.
Eu tenho visto muitos desafios de cas no pinterest recentemente, então quis fazer um jogo de cas que funcionasse como um pequeno teste de personalidade! Sinto muito se o seu verdadeiro favorito está faltando em uma categoria, vá em frente e escolha o seu favorito entre as opções fornecidas :) coisas como tom de pele e identidade de gênero são com você/o tipo de ocultismo! Todo o desafio está digitado, caso o template esteja muito difícil de ler (Recado da criadora original)
✧*̥˚ Essa é a minha Sim! A criadora deseja que compartilhem o resultado do desafio de acordo com as suas características marcando ela e mostrando o Sim que fizerem! ✧*̥˚
Espécie: mês do seu aniversário
Janeiro/Fevereiro: Humano
Março/Abril: Alienígena
Maio/Junho: Sim planta
Julho/Agosto: Lobisomem
Setembro/Outubro: Vampiro
Novembro/Dezembro: Feiticeiro
Extensão do cabelo: seu social
Se você é introvertido: Cabelo longo
Se você é extrovertido: Cabelo curto
Se você é ambivertido: Cabelo médio
Cor do cabelo: fruta favorita
Banana: cabelo loiro
Morango: Cabelo morango
Mirtilo: Cabelo marrom
Maçã: Cabelo preto
Kiwi: Cabelo verde
Melancia: Cabelo rosa
Manga: Cabelo azul
Framboesa: Cabelo Roxo
Cor do olho: sua estação favorita
Inverno: Azul
Primavera: Verde
Outono: Marrom ou avelã
Verão: Cinza
Extras: seu(s) tema(s) favorito(s)
História: Adicione sardas
Literatura: Adicione tatuagens
Matemática: Adicione marcas de beleza
Língua Estrangeira: Adicione olheiras
Arte: Adicione sombra colorida
Ciência: Adicione piercings
Tons da roupa: seu pet ideal
Cachorro: Vermelho
Gato: Preto
Lagarto: Verde
Cobra: Laranja
Porquinho da Índia: Neutras
Hamster: Rosa
Peixe: Azul
Cavalo: Amarelo
#ts4 cas challenge#sims 4 cas challenge#ts4 cas#sims 4 cas#create a sim#my sims#wm cas challenge#wm: ts4#the sims 4#the sims 4 desafios de legado#ts4 gameplay#the sims 4 desafio#the sims 4 desafios traduzidos pt#ts4 legacy challenge#ts4 desafios pt#the sims 4 jogo base#ts4 desafios#ts4
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Hi, hi, hi, Rachi-roo! Different Anon than the first one, but may I please request a part two to your lee! Fyodor ler! Dazai fic? Fyodor got wrecked and deserves some revenge, don't you think? XD. Perhaps the two are cuddling and Fyodor thinks, 'you don't deserve peace, Dazai,' so he startles Dazai with a butterfly kiss or two LOLZ. That escalates into actual kisses which further escalates into tickles. Am I projecting? MAYBE XD-
PS. I'm in shock that you're not used to writing romantic stuff because that fic was so sweet, I think I got a cavity reading it XD. You just wrote for these two, so I completely understand if you decline this. SECOND PS. How's work?
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Bungo Stray Dogs: Revenge is a dish best served... With popcorn
Weeeee! Aaah, thank you so much, friendo! I'm glad my first attempt at lovie-dovies was a success! I will pay for your dental reconstruction 😂 Also, work is going splendid, thank you very much 🥰
Summary: After their last encounter, Fyodor decides to exact some sweet revenge upon his frienemy during their quality time together.
Lee!Dazai, Ler!Fyodor, ship
Tw: Suggestive flirting and physical contact
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"Aaaah~" Dazai dropped his head back, opening his mouth casually as Fyodor popped another piece of popcorn on his tongue.
"You have your own hands, you know..." Fyodor chuckled, resting his hand on Dazais head, softly playing with his hair.
The two were laid on the sofa in Dazais apartment. Dazai laying between Fyorors legs on his back, using his friends chest as a pillow with the TV quietly playing old episodes of Pokemon in the background.
He looked up at Fyodor smiling as he chewed his sweet, popped snack.
"Mh, I know... But my hands are busy." He smiled, gesturing to his hands. One is keeping the bowl of popcorn steady on his lap, and the other lovingly tucked under Fyodors thigh, keeping it warm.
"Ooooh, busy. I see." Fyodor smiled, his hands gently slipping around Dazais waist softly caressing his hips. "And what if my hands were busy?"
The sensation made Dazais heart flutter. He felt a warmth pool in his chest as he looked up at his partner with a smirk. "Oh~? Well, if your hands were busy, I gueeess... I wouldn't get any popcorn!" He chuckled, opening his mouth again, waiting for another piece. "More please. Aaaah-."
As Fyodor looked at his partner's goofy, wide mouthed expression, a smirk grew across his face. "You're like a tsyplenok. Flightless and ugly~" He chuckled, leaning over to bury his face into Dazais neck, earning a supprised 'eep!' when he snuck a little smooch onto the spot where his bandages stopped and his skin begun.
"Fyodoooor! I have no idea what you just called me, but I'm not ugly!" Dazai tried to pout but couldn't resist the tickly sensation of Fyodors kisses. The bright, toothy smile stayed stuck between his warm cheeks.
"Awww, you're not? I think I should investigate further into that statement~" Without even a warning, Fyodors hands found their way up Dazais shirt, starting to spider across his bare tummy, grinning as he felt the skin tremble beneath his touch.
"Ah!? N-Noho! Wait! Wait, the popcorn! Wahahait!" Dazai protested, trying his best to keep the bowl from spilling all over the place with his hands. "Stohop! Eheheee!"
"I guess you'd better make sure you don't go making a mess, riiiight?"
"I ca-HAHA! FYODOR!" The brunette yelped, feeling Fyodors nimble fingers start to poke and dig into his ribs, sending electronic shocks through his body.
"NO! Nononono! AhahaAHA!" He lifted the popcorn from his lap when his legs started to kick and flail, the bowl teetering in his hand as the other attempted to grab at the tickling fingers.
"Ah, revenge never sounded so sweet."
"Get offa meeehehe! You son of ahaha bihitch! WAAAHAHA!" He yelped as Fyorors jammed his fingers up into Dazais armpits, making him go crazy! The arm holding the popcorn involuntarily flew across his chest, trying to grab Fyodors hand, instead tossing the popcorn across the room, scattering it across the carpet and under the table.
Fyodor stilled his tickling fingers for a moment, glaring down at Dazai with a menacing smirk as Dazai kept his arms clamped down against his sides. "Oh dear, what a mess you've made."
"Fyodor, please. I didn't mean to."
"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson." Fyodor grinned, crossing his legs over Dazais, keeping him trapped on the sofa.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm s-AHAHA!" Dazai arched his back, trying to protect his underarms as Fyodor dug into them with vicious precision.
"Awww, shchekotat', shchekotat', shchekotat'~"
"Q-Quihit speaking Russiahahan! Ahaha!"
"Oh? Would you prefer if I speak in your tongue? Very well~" He whispered teasingly into Dazais hair.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle~"
"GYAHA! O-Oho god no! No! Back to Russian!"
"You get what youasked for."
Fyodor grinned, starting to squeeze Dazais hips, making him buck and wriggle his backside into the couch cushions.
"StahahaAHAHAHAP! Noho! Ahaha!"
"You always did have such nice slender hips, moy milyy~ Tickle, tickle~"
"Thahanks! Now let go of thehehem!" His hands frantically grabbed and fondled with Fyorors, trying to pry his claws off his sensitive hips.
"Stahahap! Hahahaha! *snort* EHEHEEE!"
"Oop, there's the little piggy!" Fyodor teased, softly kissing Dazais ear as he watched his partner's legs squirm and kick against the sofa.
"I can't tahahake it! Ahahaaaa! H-Hehelp!"
"Help? Really? You're so hopeless." Fyodor tutted, digging into Dazais underarms again, earning another loud snort of suprise.
Dazais cardinal red cheeks glowed as he flailed pathetically. Fyodor couldn't handle the anticipation, but Dazai couldn't STAND the tickling.
"Are you going to clean up your little mess?" Fyodor asked, pausing and dragging his fingers lightly across Dazais' warm tummy.
"Yes! Y-Yehes, I will. I promise." Dazai panted, his body flinching and shuddering at Fyodors touch.
"You will?"
"Yehes!"
"Aww, how kind of you." Fyodor grinned, blowing a raspberry on Dazais neck, making him squeal and scnunch his nose up as he kicked his feet.
"But first, I don't think I'm quite satisfied with how much revenge has been dealt." The Russian smirked, trapping Dazai with his legs again.
"Huh?"
"Ten more minutes, perhaps?"
"Noho! AAAAHAHAHAAAAA!"
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#rachi roo#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bsd fyodor#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#fyodor dostoevsky#Lee!Dazai#Ler!Fyodor#sfw tk community#bsd tickle#dazai x fyodor
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Or an idea came to my mind.
Namjoon pulls a prank on the members that he's been wanting to do for a really long time. I don't have much of an idea what the joke will be, but it might scare the members. Anyway, after the joke, the members can catch him and tickle torture him as punishment.
That was really the only thing that came to my mind, I hope I explained it well, thank you :>💗💗
Thank you, Anon!!
You explained it well, and I'm glad that I'll be able to fulfil your request!
I hope you enjoy! :)))
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Namjoon's prank
Lee: Namjoon
Ler: BTS
Summary:
Namjoon felt michivious one morning and decided to pull a prank on his members. Unfortunately for him however, because his members also decided to punish him for his evil doings.
Warnings:
| swearing | tickling |
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"Namjoon, We need to talk." Yoongi said bluntly. The rest of the members were behind him with a similar annoyed and intimidating aura.
"Yeah? What's up?" Namjoon gave all of them a smirk, knowing exactly what was up.
Namjoon had decided that morning that he was going to be a little prick, and prank his beloved friends with almost every product in their bathrooms, except for a box that the rest were holding, be switched out with condiments. He thankfully didn't waste any actual product that he tediously took out of each bottle into a seperate container to hide in his closet, but his members don't know that yet.
"You know what's up Namjoon, don't play dumb." Seokjin said, pointing a finger at the leaders face to emphasize his words.
"I don't know what you guys are possibly talking abO-ow! What was that for?!" Namjoon was cut off by Taehyung throwing a small container at their leader, which hit directly at his chest.
"Check the container, Hyung. That's the only container that seems to have something even more special than all the rest that were filled with dipping sauce." Taehyung said, crossing his arms with disappointment.
Namjoon looked at everyone, and then looked down at the box that was thrown at him.
"..I don't think I want to open it.. You guys have fun with that one though." Namjoon said, getting ready to place down the box until a hand stopped him from doing so. Startled by the sudden touch, Namjoon looked to his right to see who had stopped him.
"No, Hyung. We insist." Jungkook said, using all his strength to lift the box up to Namjoon's face with the struggle of his leader trying to push the box away, but failed either way. Right as it got to Namjoon's face, Jungkook used his other hand to pry open the box, which resulted in a real life spider running out of it, and onto the leaders hand.
"AH! uh.. Haha, y-you guys got me there!" Namjoon flinched at the spider. Even though he was the one who put it in there, he was not expecting it to run out of it. With a flick of his other hand, the spider flew off and onto the ground closest to Yoongi, who then stepped on the arachnid.
"You know how much we all hate spiders, and yet you pull something this twisted, and for what? For some laughs?" Hoseok said, walking up to Namjoon.
"Okay, look.. I might've put spiders in those containers, but look at them! They aren't poisoness.. They're friendly!" Namjoon said, looking at everyone with a half apologetic look.
The members were irritated. They wanted a peaceful evening, but were startled by a prank that Namjoon can't seem to tell that it was hurtful for some who are deathly afraid of them.
"You have five seconds to run." Jimin said all of a sudden.
This put shock on Namjoon's face. Then without second thought, he darted right out of the living room, and into the hallway dorms. He wanted to get into his room so he could lock the door behind him, but he was unfortunately caught by someone from behind.
Namjoon was then tackled ground. When knowing who it was-hoseok-He tried to get the upper hand, but his hyung was quick enough to throw a leg over his waist, successfully pinning him to the ground.
"Hoseok, ow! Let me go!" Namjoon cried, struggling to get out of the olders grip.
"You want to use spiders for some laughs? I'll show you then!" Hoseok said. He then used both his hands to scribble all over his leader's ribs like he was mimicking a spider crawl.
"Ah! - ahaha, Hohohoseok! Whahahat the hehell?!" Namjoon grabbed onto Hoseok's wrists to try and pry them off of his ribs, but he was getting weak pretty fast by the tickling.
"Did you know that spiders are also afraid of humans? That's why they choose non-open areas for them to hide!" Hoseok teased, inching dangerously close to Namjoon's armpits.
"NOHOHO! DohoOHOHohon't yohohou DAHARE!" Namjoon, who knew what his Hyung was hinting with that fact, did everything he could to get away from the offending fingers: yanking Hoseok's hands off him, twisting side to side, even skidding his feet on the floor to try to slide away from Hoseok, but nothing worked.
That was when the rest of the members caught up to see the onslaught going on.
Yoongi, who saw Namjoon trying to push Hoseok's attacking fingers away, had walked up to Namjoon from behind his head, and grabbed onto his hands to pin them up above his head.
"There you go, J-Hope." Yoongi said with a blank face.
Hoseok gave Yoongi a look that said, "thank you" and went for his Armpits, digging straight into his hollows with no hesitation.
"NOHOHohoho! Hohoseok, DOHOHO-AAH! HAHAHA, GEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHERE!" Namjoon yelled. He twisted his head from side to side to try and rid off the tickly feeling, but it didn't work, unfortunately.
So Namjoon just settled with his head layed back while closing his eyes shut. The sensations to one of his worst spots were agonizing. Not only that, but he felt more hands going after his sides and neck.
"I think these cridders were wanting a place to hide as well." Jimin said, who was scribbling one of his hands on namjoon's neck. This caused Namjoon to scrunch up his shoulder to try and get Jimin's hand out from his neck, but it was to no avail.
"Yeah, I think so too. They need a place to be warm!" Jungkook said, who was digging into his hyung's sides.
"GUHUUHUHUYS! PLEHEHEASE! IHIHI'M SOHOHORY! IHIHIHI WOHOHON'T DOHOHO IT AGAHAH-AHAHAHA!" Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. More hands going for his other ticklish spots were too much for him.
"Guys, I think he learned his lesson." Seokjin said, who had his arms crossed with a satisfied smile on his face.
Upon hearing their hyung's suggestion, they all ceased their hands, as well as Yoongi letting go of Namjoon's wrists. They had all gotten up, except for Namjoon, and waited for their leader to get up.
Namjoon had his hands crossed around his chest to cover his underarms while moving to lay on his side away from his members due to embarrassment.
"Ihihit wohon't happen.. Agahain, ihi swear ohon it!" Namjoon said.
"It better not, or we might put more than spiders in your bathroom, hyung!" Taehyung said, fleeing the scene.
Yeah. Namjoon was sure that he wasn't going to do that again.
#sfw tickle community#bts tickle#kpop tickle#lee!namjoon#ler! Jungkook#Ler! Yoongi#Ler! Taehyung#Ler! Jimin#Ler! Seokjin#ler! Hoseok#saturn ask and submissions#saturn drabbles
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No Magic Needed
(TickleTober Day 1: Anticipation)
Summary: Dean and Cas team up and wreck Sam. :’)
Pairings: None
A/N: HAPPY TKTOBER EVERYONE!!!! :D
I know I know, I wrote a lee!sam fic for day 1. Sue me
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It was a relaxing day at the bunker; the dim lighting mixed with the soft hum of the air conditioner providing a comfortable atmosphere, perfect for a day off.
Sam was on the couch, engrossed in a novel, while Castiel sat motionless with an intense expression, looking as if he was pondering life’s most troubling questions.
The scene was a little mundane for Dean’s taste; luckily, he was the king of mischief and had the perfect scheme to add some flair to their day off.
He waited for Sam to momentarily walk away, then with a mischievous grin on his face, he approached the stoic angel, making sure Sam couldn’t hear them.
Getting the angel’s attention, Dean spoke in a mischievous tone.
“Hey, Cas… I bet you I can tickle Sam without even touching him.”
Castiel was taken aback by the abrupt claim, though very intrigued.
“Without touching? Did you find some sort of spell?” He asked curiously, unsure that he’d wanna partake in any risky spell work.
Dean laughed and shook his head.
“Nope. No magic, no spells, none of that; just pure skill.” He crossed his arms with a proud expression, clearly pleased with his ‘talents’.
Castiel thought for a moment before nodding his head.
“Very well then. What’s the trick?”
Dean clapped his hands together with a playful glint in his eye.
“Alright, Cas. I’m gonna need your help to hold him down. Then you’ll get to see the real magic!”
And so, they waited for Sam to return, which didn’t take long at all. Dean and Cas exchanged a knowing glance, Dean giving the angel a look that said ‘alright, let’s torture my baby brother’.
On the silent count of three, the duo ambushed Sam; Castiel moving to sit cross legged on one end of the couch with his arms open while Dean pops up from the other side and pushes Sam backwards, the youngest landing with his head in the angel’s lap as said angel grabbed his wrists in a gentle yet firm grip.
Dean then proceeded to sit on Sam’s hips, the team effort ensuring Sam wouldn’t escape.
Sam’s eyes widened at the sudden ambush and his cheeks turned rosy, having a hunch as to what the two were up to.
“Hey! What the hell, guys!?” He shouted, trying to mask his nervousness.
Dean looked at Castiel, ready to proudly demonstrate his skills.
“What’s the matter, Sammy? You’re looking a little… skittish!” He darted his hands towards Sam’s stomach, stopping just before he made contact, fingers hovering dangerously close to the sensitive tummy.
Sam yelped and squirmed, the fake-out making him even more nervous now that his suspicions were confirmed.
“D-Dean, no! D-Don’t!” He protested, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Dean smirked wickedly and pinched the hem of Sam’s shirt, slowly rolling up the fabric to reveal the soft expanse of Sam’s tummy.
The action was so painfully slow and Sam could already feel his brothers fingers skittering over his sensitive skin. The thought made him squirm and he accidentally let out a little giggle,
blushing brightly when the embarrassing noise escaped.
The reaction only fueled Dean’s playful demeanor and he made a face of mock surprise, a sly grin etched on his face.
“Oh? What’s this? Little Sammy is giggling already? I haven’t even said his favorite word yet!”
Oh no.
Sam knew exactly what word Dean was talking about.
“Nohoho! Don’t you d-dare say ihihit!”
Dean just laughed with playful menace before leaning in close and whispering in Sam’s ear.
“Tickle tickle tickle~”
Sam squeaked and burst into laughter, the word getting under his skin and flustering him just like it always did.
Castiel looked both surprised and amused, looking down at Sam’s flushed expression.
“Well, Dean, I must admit I was skeptical of your claims, but low and behold…”
The comment only seemed to make Sam laugh louder and Dean smirk even more deviously.
“Oh just you wait, my feathery friend. You haven’t seen anything yet!”
Sam’s midriff was exposed by now, the cool air hitting his skin and making him shutter.
The elder Winchester hovered his hands above Sam’s tummy and began to teasingly wiggle his fingers just inches away from the sensitive flesh, delighting in the way the tummy quivered as if already being tickled; Sam snorting and shaking his head, fluffy brown hair whipping around with him.
“Eeek! Dehehean, stohohop!” Sam squealed, face flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
“Stop what, Sammy? I haven’t even started yet!” The elder grinned deviously.
“Oh, but when I do…”
He chuckled ominously,
“You’ll be laughing so loud, the bunker will be at risk of being found~”
Castiel chuckled and decided to chime in,
“I believe his laughter has already reached that point, Dean.”
“You have no idea, Cas. I haven’t even touched him yet and look at him; all blushy and giggly, simply from the thought of getting that cute little tummy scratched and scribbled on~”
Sam was indeed a blushing mess.
Every tease and taunt was like a magic spell that shot tingly sensations straight to his belly, making him squirm with anticipation.
What was truly driving him insane was how long this was taking; he was growing slightly impatient with the lack of actual tickles. Phantom tickles just weren’t enough to satisfy his sudden craving.
The younger Winchester arched his back in an attempt to get closer to his brother’s hands, making Dean laugh at the blatant eagerness from his little brother.
“Aww, someone’s getting impatient~ what d’ya think, Cas? should I give this cutie pie his tickle tickle tickles?~”
Sam whined childishly, face burning red at the flustering baby talk.
Castiel hummed thoughtfully.
“I do believe you’ve kept him waiting long enough. He’s earned it.” The angel nodded, looking down to see Sam’s eyes widen with excitement.
Dean couldn’t help but melt a little at the joyful sparkle in Sam’s eyes.
They’d been through so much, and to see Sam’s eyes sparkle with undeniable happiness was a true gift.
He quickly buried the mushy thoughts for the time being, snapping back to his teasy tickle monster persona.
“You heard him, Sammy. Get ready for the tickliest tickle attack ever!” He poised his hands to attack, forming claws with his hands and starting a countdown, knowing it would drive Sam crazy.
“Three…” he inched his hands closer.
“Waitwaitwait-” Sam giggled nervously.
“Two…” he inched his hands even closer.
“Deheheeean!!” Sam let out a giggly whine.
“One!”
Sam let out a high pitched shriek, bursting into bright boyish laughter, squeezing his eyes shut with mirth.
Dean burst out laughing, incredibly amused by his brother’s reaction for a key reason that Sam was unaware of.
“Sammy, open your eyes.. Haha!”
Hesitant but curious, Sam took a peek to see what Dean found so hilarious, laughing all the while.
What he saw were his brother’s hands completely still, still hovering over his belly.
Dean hadn’t tickled him.
Sam’s laughter died down and his eyes widened once again, comically so.
The red coloring his face could give a cherry a run for its money.
He tried to bury his face in the crook of his arm, completely mortified.
Even the stoic angel of the lord had to laugh.
“Well that’s a noise I’ve never heard from you, Sam. I must say, it was quite endearing.” He smiled fondly, his voice dripping with sincerity.
“That’s so unfair!” Sam whined, his lips forming a pout.
Dean, feeling mildly bad, decided to sincerely give Sam the tickles he had been waiting for.
“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist! Ok, for real this time.”
He didn’t waste time with the count down, figuring he’d tortured Sam enough.
He dug claw shaped hands into Sam’s sensitive tummy, eliciting a loud squeal from his younger brother, followed by bright bubbly laughter.
“DEHEHEHEAN!!”
Dean relished in the sound of his little brother’s laughter; the sound pure and joyful.
Even Castiel found himself chuckling at the precious sounds.
“You know, Sam.. your laugh is really quite lovely.” Cas smiled, his voice filled with sincerity, earning a shy giggle from Sam.
“Hehe- nooooo!!”
Dean raised an eyebrow.
“No? Are you saying your laugh isn’t lovely, Sam? Well we’ve just gotta do something about that!”
As soon as Sam saw the spark in Dean’s eyes, he knew exactly what was coming.
“wait- nonono eEP!! DEHEHEHEE!!”
Dean had leaned down and started blowing sloppy wet raspberries all over Sam’s belly, knowing how much Sam always loved them.
Sam was cackling and kicking his long legs, tummy tingling in the most delightful way.
Their lives were without a doubt, very hard. But it was the little moments like this that made it all more bearable.
When Sam started wheezing, Dean and Cas took that as their queue to let up.
Sam lay panting on the couch, head still resting in Castiel’s lap, cheeks rosy and a tickle-happy smile glued to his face.
“You guys suhuhuck..” he giggled, the phantom tickles still lingering.
Dean laughed and ruffled his brothers hair.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that. I know you too well little brother.” He winked.
Sam sighed, relaxing even further when the angel started combing his fingers through the soft brown locks.
And so, the trio continued to enjoy their day off; the remainder of the day filled with even more laughter, all thanks to Dean’s need for mischief.
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Pray for Mercy
Tickletober 2022, Day 18: Chase [LATE]
this was actually the first fic i wrote for this year's tickletober, months ago when i first finished the prompt list, before i ever officially posted it lol. i have not reread or edited this! i simply do not have the time or energy unfortunately lol, but hopefully its alright and not too messy!
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Fandom: Supernatural
Ship(s): Destiel
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Dean/Ler!Castiel
Word Count: 2736 words
Summary: Dean should've known there were consequences to tickling an angel. Even one with such a cute, innocent smile like Cas.
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Dean raced down the halls of the bunker, skidding around corners and almost slipping every other step thanks to only being in his socks. The bunker was supposed to be safe, after all. Why would he need to wear his big, heavy boots everywhere when he could finally live in comfort? Well, Dean certainly felt like a fool, now.
Had the bunker always been this complex? It felt like a labyrinth, unrecognizable and unending, trapping him no matter what turn he took. He thought he knew the place inside and now by now, explored all the nooks and crannies during the late nights where he couldn’t sleep knowing what horrors were awaiting him behind his eyelids. Apparently, he thought wrong. Or maybe that was just the scratch of fear slithering down his neck seeping into his mind, muddling things that he knew that he knew.
Footsteps echoed around him, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Truthfully, Dean couldn’t be sure if they were even real, or just a figment of his own mind, traitorously adding to his torment. In a blind moment of panic, he threw open a door on his left, whipping around to shut it as quietly as he could.
The room was dim, but it was quiet. In fact, his own heavy breathing sounded deafening against the concrete walls. He was tempted to hold his breath to hide it, not wanting to give away his position, but if he was found, Dean knew that he would need it. He backed slowly into the room, eyes trained on the door as he shuffled his feet, moving slowly and carefully so he wouldn’t bump into anything and alert anyone, or anything, to his current location. As long as he was quiet, he would be safe here. Please, let him be safe here.
There was a quiet ruffle of feathers behind him, and Dean barely had time to register the sound as danger before backing into a solid chest, not having caught himself in time to stop moving. He did, in fact, stop breathing for a moment, though.
“Hello, Dean.”
“Dammit, Cas, you–!”
Dean didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, not that he really knew where he was going with it in the first place. He was quickly silenced – well, not silenced, more hindered – by Cas’s arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace, using the hold to sneak fingers into all the weak points he could reach along Dean’s sides and ribs.
Dean doubled over in his laughter, trying to claw Cas’s hands off his torso with weak and trembling fingers. Even though he knew it wouldn’t work, Dean was still offended when Cas’s hands crept high onto his upper ribs, making his arms slam down in an involuntary defense. He jerked his torso back and forth, trying to loosen Cas’s grip or dislodge him somehow, but Cas followed easily with every twist and turn. Dean wasn’t gonna get out of this so easily.
“Cas– come on!”
“Sorry, Dean, I can’t quite understand you through your laughter. Would you mind repeating that for me?”
Dean did, in fact, mind. Even if he hadn’t said anything worth repeating. So instead, bicep still pressed tightly to his ribs, Dean raised up his hand showing Cas his middle finger as best as he could.
Cas tutted. “Really, Dean, you should know better to antagonize me at this point. Did you really think you could get away with this morning’s antics without recompense?”
Note to self: never play Scrabble with Cas.
“Now, do you regret it, yet?”
Dean shook his head. Hell, no. It had been hilarious. And maybe a little adorable. Not that Dean would admit that to Cas’s face. No, Dean would keep all his thoughts about Cas’s gummy smile and his bright, bubbly laughter all to himself, thank you very much. But he certainly didn’t regret it.
Cas sighed. “You will, eventually.”
And then, surprisingly, Castiel let him go. The torment stopped, his arms unwrapped from Dean’s torso, and he took a few steps back from where they had stood, pressed together from shoulders to hips. Dean wobbled and wavered for a moment, having to readjust to holding his weight up on his own again without Cas to steady him through his remaining giggles. He shot a confused look over his shoulder, but Cas stood there as impassively as ever, appraising Dean with a calculated look.
“You have a fifteen second head start,” Cas rumbled, raking his eyes over Dean’s body, “before round two begins.���
Dean’s eyes practically bugged out of his skull. “What?”
Castiel narrowed his own. “You heard me.”
Dean didn’t need to be prompted a third time. He turned tail and ran, damn his jellied legs and trembling knees to hell, sliding down the halls in his stupid patterned socks once more. He wondered if he had time to sneak into his room and change clothes, because he suddenly felt very bare in the t-shirt and boxers he’d been lounging around in all day with Sam being gone, or if Cas would corner him before he got the chance. Ultimately, Dean decided it wasn’t worth the risk, and he kept running, directionless. He could only hope it took Cas a little longer to find him, this time.
Dean was hardly even aware of the twists and turns he was taking, his only goal being “get as far away from Cas as possible,” so when he blindly whipped around a corner and slammed directly into Cas’s body, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d just gone around in a circle at some point. Either way, Cas let out a low, growling chuckle into his ear, this time sliding his hands up under Dean’s shirt in the embrace.
“Goddammit!” Dean spat.
“Now, now,” Cas said, his voice infuriatingly calm for how much Dean was struggling in his arms. “Let’s not bring my Father into this.”
“Asshole!”
Cas sighed. “You Winchesters never learn, do you?”
Dean let out a mortifying little yip as Cas’s fingers started spidering all over his back, jerking forward and only further encasing himself in Cas’s arms. He buried his face in Cas’s neck, not wanting Cas to have the pleasure or reward of seeing his face flush from the embarrassment of his own giggling.
“Tell me, Dean, which tickles more. This?” Cas scribbled and spidered his fingers all along the backs of Dean’s ribs and sides. “Or this?” He scratched his fingers ever-so-lightly up and down Dean’s back, the feel-good tingles warring with the building ticklish feeling into a dangerous combination.
“Both, you fucking– Cas!”
Apparently, answering both meant that Cas would do both, which Dean found entirely unfair. He whined through his giggles, so far past embarrassment (at least, for this round), squirming forward and back in Castiel’s grip like either direction would get him anywhere. And then, just as quickly as he swooped in, Cas vanished from his personal space, leaving Dean wobbling once more. He leaned against the wall for a second, trying to catch his breath through his giggles.
“You have ten seconds,” Cas said.
Dean’s head shot up. “Ten?!”
Cas raised an eyebrow. “I am being incredibly generous, giving you these head starts. Are you sure you wanted to waste your time arguing with me?”
A slew of expletives slipped out of Dean’s mouth. He pushed himself off the wall and bolted past Cas, nearly tripping over himself with how shaky his legs were. Dean had been a hunter his entire life, stalked by monster and man alike, but never before had he felt more like prey than this moment. How was Cas finding him so easily, every single time? All he needed was a moment to think.
He did not get that moment. Instead, he skidded to a stop on his stupid socks, almost falling on flat on his ass, as Castiel emerged from one of the doors ahead of him. He glanced over and walked in Dean’s direction, calm and cool and collected, and Dean felt himself get even more frazzled in return. He turned on his heel and sprinted in the opposite direction, chanting lose me, lose me in his mind all the while.
Only for Cas to emerge from a different door up ahead in this direction, once again starting a calm walk in Dean’s direction.
Dean felt a wave of indignance go through him, remembering all the things he’d read about humans being endurance hunters. How they would tire out their prey, track them calmly, letting the prey spook and race off, only to be found and repeat the process again. Eventually, the prey would tire out, be too exhausted to keep it up, and that was when the human would strike. Then again, the post Dean had read was about pet owners trying to catch their escaped cats, so who knew what the truth was to that.
Cas may not have been a human, but that just gave him a sharper advantage. As an angel, he couldn’t exactly tire, but Dean, the so-called endurance hunter, could. Cas was one of the only things above humans on the food chain, and Dean was about to become lunch. The endurance hunter becoming the endurance hunted.
God, it was fun. Not that he’d ever admit it, even under pain of death.
Dean whipped around and jogged down another hallway, taking a multitude of twists and turns to try and throw Cas off his trail. Then, because it had worked so well the first time, Dean picked a door and ran inside. He almost locked it, before remembering that it would only be a detriment to himself when he would inevitably have to run away again.
Dean tried to steady his breathing, backing slowly away from the door, before he remembered where that got him last time. He whipped around, eyes scanning the dark room and ears straining for the sounds of ruffling feathers. Don’t find me here, Dean pleaded in his mind. Don’t find me here, don’t even look here.
A quiet, rolling noise caught Dean’s attention, and he whirled around to see the doorknob turning ever-so-slowly. He spat out a quiet curse, glancing around the room for a hiding place and finding none. Ultimately, he decided to back up until his back hit the wall. At least this time, there could be no surprises from behind. The door opened with a creak, and Dean tried to wipe all the giddiness and nerves from his expression. He didn’t need to give Cas the satisfaction.
“Hello again, Dean.”
“You have got to be kidding me.”
Cas quirked an eyebrow, walking forward again at that maddeningly slow pace. Dean didn’t see the point in running – the room was too small for him to dart around Cas to escape, and he’d just make a fool of himself in the process – so instead, he pressed himself further into the wall, trying to brace for the coming attack.
But the attack didn’t come, this time. Instead, Cas leaned forward and kissed him, slow and sweet and languid. Dean tried to keep his composure, but it was only seconds before he melted into it, closing his eyes and humming in contentment. Cas guided Dean’s arms up around his shoulders and wrapped his own arms around Dean’s waist, pushing him even further into the wall as he pressed their bodies together. Just when Dean felt like he couldn’t stand it another moment, his lungs getting the better of him after all the running and the repeated tickle attacks, Cas pulled back and he gasped in a few breaths of air.
“Hi,” Dean murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Cas brushed their noses together. “Hi.”
Cas slid his hands back around so that they were resting lightly on Dean’s stomach and hips. Dean kept his own arms around Cas’s neck for the time being, trying to count the hues of blue in Cas’s eyes.
“Are we done, then?”
Cas quirked both eyebrows this time. “No. I was just trying to lower your guard.”
Dean’s face dropped. “Wha–?”
He cut himself off with a gasp as a light, tingling sensation made itself known in his lower stomach and hips, radiating deep into the nerves. He grunted and shifted, trying to bring his hands down to defend himself, push Cas’s hands away, something, only to find that his arms were trapped around Cas’s neck, and he only succeeded in pulling Cas closer. Fucking angel mojo, tickling him with it and trapping him? That really wasn’t fair.
“You– asshole!”
“Just let go, Dean,” Cas mumbled, leaning forward to nuzzle his stubble into Dean’s neck. “You know you want to.”
Dean let out a choked sound with the added sensation on his neck, smushing his face down against Cas’s to try and push him out. All the while, the tingling beneath Cas’s hands only snuck deeper beneath his skin, growing and building on top of itself until it was almost unbearable, despite how light the feeling was. Against his will, strangled little snickers started bubbling up his throat and spilling from his lips.
“Damn you,” he bit out through it all. “How do you keep finding me so fast?”
Cas cocked his head to the side, the move far more innocent than Cas deserved to pretend to be, like a puppy who ate your lunch and was trying to make you forget all about it. Well Dean would not be forgetting, thank you very much, especially not while the puppy was still actively chewing on his damned sandwich right in front of him.
“Are you aware,” Cas said, “that you have been praying this entire time?”
If Dean could’ve frozen, he would have. Instead he was stuck squirming back and forth as his jaw dropped open, only widening the way for more laughter to escape as the light buzzing radiating out from his core threatened to consume him.
“What?!”
“Praying. Everytime you run, or try to hide, or think you hear me coming, you pray. For mercy, for guidance, for luck. And it seems I must be your default to pray to, because I heard every word, Dean. Every. Word.”
Fucking shit, how much did Dean push into those prayers? How much did Cas hear of his internal monologue? Just how screwed was he?
“You fucking cheat–”
“I don’t recall you establishing any rules. Do you?”
“There was no time–” Dean squealed, cutting himself off, as the tingling buzz swirled down and centered itself solely on his hips.
“Well, that’s your own fault, is it not?”
Oh fucking damn him. Cas played these games too well.
“Don’t worry, Dean. We both know you wouldn’t have wanted rules in the first place.”
“Fuck you.”
Cas retaliated with a raspberry directly in the crook of his neck. Dean’s knees went out, cackling and tearing up with the intensity of it all. Cas pushed into him, pinning him in place against the wall, not letting him have even that escape.
“Are you sorry yet?”
Sorry?? Sorry for what, crying all over his trench coat?
“For attacking me this morning?”
“Yes,” Dean cried out. “Yes! I’m sorry!”
Cas had mercy. He lifted his face out of the crook of Dean’s neck and pulled away his hands, sucking out the vibrations of his grace along with them. A moment later, the invisible bonds on Dean’s wrists and hands vanished and he was able to pull them back towards his body, rubbing away the ghostly feeling the grace tickles left behind.
“You have another ten seconds before round four begins.”
Dean blinked. “But– I said sorry!”
Cas stared at him, his gaze steady and calm. “I don’t believe you truly want this game to end.”
Dean didn’t know how to reply to that. He certainly would not be telling Cas that he was right.
“And since you seem so inclined to waste your headstarts, why don’t we make it five seconds, instead?” Cas smirked. “I suggest you run now, Dean.”
Dean wasn’t stupid enough to earn himself another penality, so he shoved Cas off him and he ran, a grin tugging at his sore cheeks all the while. He wondered what would be waiting for him at the end of the chase this round. He couldn’t wait to find out.
But that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on Cas.
#augtickletober2022#tickletober#tickletober 2022#tickle fic#my writing#supernatural tickling#lee!dean#ler!castiel#ticklish!dean#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel#destiel
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Dean and Castiel in Ghost - Augtickletober2023
Lee: Dean
Ler: Castiel
Summary: Dean wakes up from another nightmare, but this one is different as it’s leaving risiduals coming through while he’s awake. He thinks it’s a ghost, since he gets chilly feelings as well. It’s not a ghost though!
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read. Some swearing.
Dean gasped awake one night in his bunker room. He was sweating and for some reason he had a small grin on his face, but for the love of everything, he couldn’t remember what it was he was dreaming about. Nothing good though, he assured himself.
He sat up and started getting some chills down his spine. He reached to his dresser drawer quickly to get a gun. How did a ghost get in our bunker, he was thinking. It was completely sealed. Sure of it though, he started to stand up and investigate.
After a few minutes, all those feelings seemed to go away, so he laid back down to fall back asleep. He started to drift off again, and slight tingles and chills started at his spine and crawled down his back to the backs of his legs and his feet.
His eyes popped right open and again, sat straight up. He started to jitter but couldn’t figure out what was actually going on. He ripped his sheet off him and looked down at the bed towards his feet. Nothing was there. He was starting to get aggravated at this point.
He was just about to lay down again and gasped and hopped in the bed. “Whoa! What the hell?” He was looking all over. There was truly nothing there.
Then he felt it at his feet again, like an itch, and his foot fell asleep, but then it started moving up and down his soles. “Dammit, ahhh!” He kicked his legs at nothing and more sounds came out of his mouth involuntarily. He tried to press his lips together, but it really didn’t help. Bringing his legs up to his chest, he started rubbing the bottoms of his feet to make the phantom “itch” go away.
It didn’t work, and by now, he was a sweaty mess, and wasn’t thinking straight. “Sammy!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, barely getting it out. “Ugh!!! SToooo-ooopppp! Nooo-nooo!”
Sam busted in his room with a knife. “What is it Dean?” He flipped the light on and saw his big brother pushing his feet into the bed like they were on fire.
“Saaaaammmmmmeeee! Sssssoometh-thing is oooon meee!” He barely got out, scratching at his feet and kicking at the same time.
“Dean, I don’t see anything! Hold still? Is it hurting you?” Sam all but jumped onto his brother’s legs keeping them from moving so he could look properly.
“Nooooo!” Dean swung and knocked Sam off the bed.
“Wait, are you laughing Dean?’ Same asked confused.
“Yeeeessss! It tiiickles!”
Sam stood back and just looked at his brother and small smile appeared on his face. “Ok, Cas, I think he has had enough.” And just like that, it stopped. Dean was still on his back breathing heavy with residual giggles leaving his mouth as Sam sat down next to him. Cas appeared instantly and stood in front of Dean looking down at the brutal hunter that was his friend.
“Told you.” Sam said, looking up at Cas. “Told you he has a weak spot.”
“You were right.” Cas said with a straight face. “I just never would have thought it would be someone’s feet. I didn’t know that was a human thing.”
“You both are dead.” And just like that, Cas disappeared, and Sam was left sitting next to a very angry Dean.
#augtickletober2023#tickletober#tickle scenarios#tickle fluff#tickle fic#dean winchester#supernatural#tword content
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votei mas vim falar aqui também 📢📢📢 queremos fernando contigiani bem louco insano perturbado maluco pela leitora, cometendo loucuras insanidades com uma f*ca na mão que não devem ser ditas à luz do dia
juro vcs estão criando um MONSTRO na minha cabeça eu vou explodir de tesão
irei me defender e jogar a culpa inteiramente no nicho do tiktok que ano passado me fez ler duas sagas de dark romance e apesar de eu NÃO romantizar e sentir um ódio desgraçado pelo damon torrance e cia tem umas coisas que me deixam burrinha dms😔
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If requests are still open I'd like to give it a go? Could we have lee!dean ler!castiel or the other way around? These two dorks deserve some giggles
If not that's fine, love your art it's super cute!!
A short story about how Cas found a book with puns:
"So, is this joke tickling your funny bone?"
"Cas, those puns are still terrible!"
"But you're laughing."
"Cas!"
#I've been extremely tired lately#but I really liked this request!#Thank you very much úwù#these two really deserve something more positive#talk#art#request#spn#supernatural#castiel#dean winchester#tickle art
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Can u do smth for lee kenny n ler cartman?:0 i just love ur fics sm oml😭❤
Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I’m gonna put my own spin to it since I came up with a scenario of them when I got this request. This is gonna take place in the dikinbaus episode!
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Cartman and Kenny are starting their own restaurant. Great! Since their starting money is coming from Butters’ paychecks, and they both want to earn from it, they have a bit of a scuffle over who gets what percentage. Cartman gets a grand idea for a negotiation.
(Kenny is without his parka, as he was in the dikinbaus episode, by the way.)
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Pleasure Doing Business
A South Park Ticklefic
(Lee!Kenny) (Ler!Cartman)
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“Kenny, I already told you, it was my idea so I get 70% of the profit!” Cartman hissed the words like venom, pointing an accusatory finger at Kenny.
“Dude, you can’t even have 70% anyway, because the money is already a percentage, coming out of Butters’ paycheck! You can’t take a percentage of a percentage, dumbass!” Kenny argued.
“I’m not talking about that money! I’m taking about the hotdog money! Besides, you’re poor as shit! You don’t get a say!” Cartman retorted.
“That’s exactly why I need the money! And all I’m asking for is a fair share! And you’re poor as shit too, asshole! At least I don’t live in a hotdog!” Kenny shouted back, full force. Without his parka, his voice was powerful.
“Kenny, I’ve had just about enough of your bitching! Now you either take 30%, or you can get nothing!” Cartman yelled back, stepping up to Kenny and pointing a finger in his face.
“Ugh, this is fucking unbelievable! You can’t do that!” Kenny retorted.
Cartman stared at Kenny for a moment. He looked so different without his thick parka. His hair was free. His face was free.
Without that thick parka…
Suddenly, Cartman got a great business idea.
“Well then, that’s too bad for you, because…I had such a great business deal planned.” Cartman started, dramatically turning away from his blonde friend.
Kenny scoffed. “And what kind of business deal would that be?”
“So glad you asked!” Cartman said, whipping around with an evil expression before suddenly skittering his fingers up and down Kenny’s sides.
“Hey what the- Cartman whahat the fuhuck?” Kenny blurted, grabbing Cartman’s wrists and trying to pull them away, but to no avail.
“What? Never heard of leverage? It’s crucial for every negotiation, you know.” Cartman spoke his wicked reasoning as his fingers moved to Kenny’s ribs next.
The blonde was struggling to hold his composure, though his tickle fights with his siblings had proven useful in helping him deal with Cartman’s ruthlessness.
“Gehet off mehehe you fahahat fuck!” Kenny snapped, trying and failing to push Cartman away. He was far outweighed by the other pressing him against the dirty, ketchup-stained wall, and could barely move.
“So, you gonna take that 30% now? I feel that now I have a more compelling argument.” Cartman teased, as he moved his fingers down to Kenny’s hips and waist.
Kenny pushed against the back of the wall as strained laughter forced itself out of him as he began wildly squirming in the other’s grasp.
“AAHAHAHA CAHA- CA- AHAHA STAHAHAP!!” He squealed, trying to pull Cartman’s hands away.
“Jeez, you’re taking a while to consider this offer. Are you sure you don’t wanna take that 30%?” Cartman continued, as if this wasn’t even happening.
“FUHUHUHUCK YOU AHAHAHAHASSHOLE!!” Kenny shrieked, thrashing uselessly against Cartman’s firm hold.
“Well, that’s not very professional.” Cartman teased, digging his thumbs right into Kenny’s hips, hitting his nerves perfectly, making him squeal.
“AAAAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP OH MY GAHAHHAAHAHA-!!” His eyes widened to the size of plates before clamping shut as he shrieked, thrashing more wildly. Cartman’s smirk widened as he realized this even more effective tactic.
“Soooo…70-30?” Cartman said again, continuing to drill both thumbs right into the spot on the sides of Kenny’s hips.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAHAY! JUST PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! FOR THE LOVE OF FUHUHUCK!! GAAHAHAHAHA!!” Kenny squealed, pulling desperately on Cartman’s wrists.
“Wonderful!” Cartman said with satisfaction as he pulled away, letting Kenny recover as he deflated like a balloon to the ground, his face red and fresh with tears.
“Well, I’d say that negotiation went well.” Cartman chuckled to himself, giving Kenny a shit-eating grin.
“…Fuck you.” Kenny sighed, flipping Cartman off as he caught his breath slowly in recovery.
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