stealin' (tummy) kisses from your missus

PROS - 
• getting tickles all the time 
• the “I’m gonna tickle you when you get home” text 
• getting used to being tickled yet, in spite of that, seemingly getting more ticklish every time?? 
• cheer-up tickles 
• tickles to release frustration (100% a personal Fave) 
• getting more comfortable w/ your body (tummy extra bloated today? still gets tickled. thighs with cellulite and scars? tickled. haven’t shaved? body hair helps amplify certain sensations, like the tickles you’re getting. feet a bit drier than usual? tickled. afraid to open your mouth in the a.m. because of morning breath? too bad you’re forced to open it because tickles. sweat/b.o./hair/fat/marks/dry skin/Y'KNOW THINGS THAT ALL HUMANS JUST CAN’T HELP??? DOESN’T CHANGE HOW TICKLABLE YOU ARE!!!) 
• being tickled in public 
• being tickled in public in a place where it’s inappropriate to make a scene aND BEING TOLD IN THE EVILEST QUIET VOICE NOT TO MAKE A SCENE 
• tickles when you’re already happy to amplify the happiness 
• being called cute 24/7 
• VERBAL TEASES OUT LOUD RIGHT TO YOUR FACE 
• TEASY FACES 
• TEASY GESTURES 
• inside faces/phrases/etc. your ‘ler gives you that outsiders are indifferent to bUT YOU KNOW THEY MEAN YOU’RE GONNA GET WRECKED IN THE NEAR FUTURE 
• wake-up tickles 
• casual tickly touches that aren’t anything big, they’re just a natural part of life that happens when you’re together, little ticklish touches that are as normal as a hand on the shoulder 
• snuggly tickles 
• car tickles 
• interrogation tickles 
• reward tickles 
• punishment tickles 
• tickle torture 
• playful tickles 
• gentle affectionate tickles 
• tickles paired with pecky lil forehead kisses 
• hug tickles 
• tickle nuzzles 
• tickle noms 
• sharing tickle posts with the ‘ler in person aND BEING TEASED ABOUT THEM OR EVEN TICKLED BECAUSE OF THEM IN PERSON 
• tickles that mean “I love you” 
• tickles that mean “you’re a little shit and I can’t stand you right now (ps I love you)” 
• bedtime tickles 
• tickle massages 
• massages AFTER tickles (good God if you think a regular massage is heavenly, you haven’t had one immediately post-tickles, like where the tickles just melt into a soothing rubdown, seriously fUCK IT FEELS GOOD MY DUDE) 
• tickle aftercare - rubs, snuggles, your ‘ler getting you snacks and drinks and making sure everything is good and you feel good (personal Fave: having wrists and ankles rubbed after being in cuffs) 
• when your ‘ler finds out how to get the UGLIEST laughter out of you and you’re absolutely mortified… until they tell you that’s one of their FAVORITE laughs of yours 
• no matter how experienced you both get with all of this tickling, it still seems like each session leads to the discovery of a new spot or technique; delightfully surprising for you and the ‘ler 
• FINDING OUT YOU’RE WAY MORE TICKLISH IN SOME PLACES THAN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE. Lesson learned: self-tickles don’t tell you SHIT about where you’re ACTUALLY most ticklish when being tickled by another person 
• the deep and raw trust exhibited when you’re tied down, helpless, at your ‘ler’s mercy, and they’re holding back your head to tickle your neck - leaving what is basically the most vulnerable and precious area of your body completely unprotected, yet it doesn’t even cross your mind to be anything but comfortable and enthusiastic, because your ‘ler only wants to make you laugh. It’s like a pet cat rolling over and showing you its belly. It’s saying, “You totally have the ability to kill me right now, but I know you won’t. I just want you to love me and make me happy. And I know that’s all you want, too. So let’s wrap up this sappy shit. Rub my damn belly already.” • getting used saying “tickle” 
• being tickled with feathers and other soft things you & your ‘ler find while shopping, outside, etc. 
• using ANYTHING and EVERYTHING as a tickle tool (seriously we’ve used some OBSCURE SHIT that has ended up being THE MOST SHOCKINGLY EFFECTIVE SHIT) 
• I haven’t really done straight-up roleplaying, but there have been little fiction or trope-inspired tickles that are tons of fun!! • BEING PINNED UP AGAINST THINGS LIKE COUNTERS OR WALLS AND TICKLED • being tickled standing up and your legs give out under you but your ‘ler hold you up 
• bonding with your ‘ler 
• always having discussions about boundaries and comfort zones 
• consent and safewords 
• the ‘ler being the most terrifyingly merciless monster in the world, yet stopping the instant you’re legitimately uncomfy 
• ‘ler being stoic 
• ‘ler being teasy 
• ‘ler being smiley and laughing along with you 
• 'ler growls 
• 'ler hums 
• being chased (and getting caught on purpose because tickles) 
• playing games and getting tickled of you lose • playing games and getting tickles if you win • provoking your 'ler until they break and absolutely destroy you (provocations can either be being a sassy lil brat of being a teasy little 'lee) • speaking of: being a teasy little 'lee. Toe wiggles. Stretches. Puppy eyes. Etc. And knowing how much they’re getting to the 'ler. And when it works. • sneaky, discreet tickles when you’re with company • REAL BIG TICKLES ONCE YOU’RE ALONE • giving each other looks/getting tickles when something that COULD be interpreted as tickly (but really isn’t, you’re both just tickletrash) happens on TV or something • 'lee and 'ler nicknames • bEING MANHANDLED (ex: being picked up and thrown on the bed, having your ankles grabbed and being TUGGED down so you’re in a better position for being pinned, etc.) • being treated and touched so so gently and with so much care as opposed to manhandling • being comfortable with each other • being asked what you want/the 'ler only wanting to do what you want • the 'ler doing whatever THEY have the urge to do with you (to you), and you don’t get a say, you’re just helpless to stop it, but you don’t want to stop it (because of course they’d never have the urge to do something you didn’t want, and if you really did want them to stop, they always would) • long talks about ticklishness, tickling fantasies, what you love and what you hate, what you want more of, what you want to try out • trying out new things, experimenting and exploring, feeling out new territory carefully together • 'LER DIVING RIGHT IN AND EXPLOITING IT IF YOU LIKE NEW THING • purchasing “normal” objects and BLUSHING and being a flustered ball of awkward while checking out because they’re actually gonna be used as tickle tools • feeling more loved than ever before • knowing what you and your 'ler have is beautifully special, and not shared with anyone else in the whole wide world (for monogamous 'lee/'ler pairs like mine, I mean) • having a tickle monster that’s hungry for you, and only you, all the time • LOOKS whenever tickling comes up anywhere for any reason • tickle innuendos • being tickled with body parts other than fingers, like mouths/toes/hair/noses/eyelashes • YOUR 'LER CAN’T HELP BUT TICKLE YOU ALL THE TIME AND THEY REALLY HAVE NO CONTROL OVER IT EEEEEE • being tickled while you’re trying to talk or do something • being tickled while you’re trying to ramble about something you’re uselessly worried over, so you’re forced to stop worrying and let go and laugh and be happy • tickles when you’re in compromising situations (stretching, reaching for things, trapped/stuck/immobile in some way, holding things and not having hands free, just in a good position for tickles, etc.) • tickles to cause AND get rid of hiccups • when you’re half-laughing, half-legitimately kinda SOBBING because it just tickles so much it’s overwhelming • being able to ask for tickles when you want and/or need them, and getting them. (this is a Big One hoo boy) • your 'ler is your best friend, and tickling, although a very large and important and impactful part, is still only a PART of your relationship - a relationship that is still so special without tickling and has so many other important facets • six pack • THERE’S MORE BUT I’VE MILKED MY BRAIN OF ALL I CAN THINK OF AT THE MOMENT AAAAAAAHH

"Caleb Widogast," he sighs as Caleb pulls back to press their foreheads together.

But there's a pinch between Caleb’s brows, so Essek stops. Waits.

"Could you . . . Liebling--"

Essek quiets him with a gentle press of lips against lips.

"Of course," he says softly. "Bren."

Bren's breath hitches, then he sighs. The shape of the name still fits oddly in Essek’s mouth, but he feels the weight of it keenly, heart swelling at being entrusted with it.

"Bren," Essek says again, kissing Bren's cheek. "Bren." His brow. "Bren." His nose. Bren's eyes are shut tight but he leans into Essek's touch.

"Bren," he murmurs, and this time Bren surges forward to meet him, insistent and familiar.

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 - Caleb / Mollymauk - lee!Molly

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A/N: Based on “Date someone who will give you back scratches when they’re reading or watching something next to you, and when you squirm they just smile because they know you love it and continue until you’re giggling up a storm. Better if they sigh slightly “You’re disturbing my peace” and tickle you more until you’re a puddle and they have the goofiest smile on their face.”

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Caleb doesn’t look up from the page when Molly walks into the library. He doesn’t even look up when Molly makes it over to the desk, trailing a finger over the wizard’s hunched shoulders. “And how are you doing this evening, Mr. Caleb?” 

“Mm. Fine. And you?” Caleb replies, his gaze still focused intently on the text before him. 

“Just fine, myself—was wondering if you’d like some company.” Mollymauk hops up onto the table, watching for a look, a glance, a little more attention. But, Caleb is dedicated, persistent—something Molly admires about him greatly. He leans back and spreads out amongst the pile of books and scrolls, knocking a few to the floor. 

“You are just as bad as the cat, you know. Maybe worse.”

“And yet here we are in a home full of cats.” Molly’s voice is smug, teasing. “Do you just have a love for being close to beings that mess with you?”

Caleb rolls his eyes. 

There we go. The eyes aren’t on Molly yet, but they are torn briefly from the book. An in. 

Molly’s tail coils around Caleb’s wrist. “Take a little break with me, won’t you?” 

Caleb huffs an almost laugh. “Maybe, in a bit.”

Mollymauk releases his wrist, pouting. He taps his nails a few times, thinking. His tail flicks.

But he never knew Frumpkin.

Jester had drawn him a picture of the cat, and shown sketches she had done of everyone. She had shown him Mollymauk-- the strange brother who was so very loved he had never known-- but he had fixated on Caleb. The sketches of the wizard, hunched with a cat across his shoulders. A cat that showed up in most of the sketches; on Beau's lap, on Mollymauk's shoulders, curled in Yasha's cloak...

That's how Kingsley knew something was wrong.

The red moon had disappeared from the sky, yes. There was a web of light shifting through the sky, and magic was being stranger than normal. But it was the cat that let him know something was wrong.

The white cat didn't look like Jester's sketches. It looked like some spoilt ship cat that had just wandered too close to the throne room. It didn't look like it had ever begged for scraps in its life.

And it walked to Kingsley with a purpose that he had expected when he saw it. There was a note tucked into a ribbon around its neck, and he knew Jester's writing better than anyone. Sending was broken, she had made due with friends in the Feywild, it seemed.