#augtickletober

“Hey, lover,” Betty hummed, stretching out on the sheets. Her hand patted the space beside her, beckoning you. She was technically lying on herself, but damn, she was comfortable.

You blinked, looking at her like you’d forgotten the dateviators were on. You seemed…distracted. “Oh…uh, hey, Betty.”

Her brows immediately furrowed at that. You were normally a bit distracted when you came in—you were tired, after all—but this was different. “Everything alright?”

“Kinda? I just had a bad day,” you shrugged, laying back on the bed beside her. You stared up at the ceiling, then at her. You’d missed that face all day.

Betty frowned at that, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Aw…is it okay if I try and make it better?”

That made you smile a bit. Betty was usually pretty good at boosting your mood, no matter what methods she chose. “Sure.”

With a small chuckle, Betty turned, hovering over you on the bed. She loved the way your eyes lit up with excitement, even when you had no clue what was coming for you.

Betty’s hands slid up your sides, and your own mirrored the motion on her. Only, instead of slipping under your shirt, her fingers began wiggling.

“SHHHHIhihihit! Behehetty?!” you yelped, squirming around beneath her. You’d expected some fun, maybe cuddling, but that?

That, you were wholly unprepared for.

“Just relax, baby. I wanna make you feel better,” she cooed, pulling out her teasing voice. Usually, you’d hear it late at night when she wanted to be mean. Then, however, it carried an entirely different meaning.

“Thehehere are ohother wahahays!”

Betty chuckled at that, clamping her legs around your own. “Maybe, but this seems much more fun.” She was ready for a fight.

You could hear the challenge in her voice, a giddy excitement filling your chest. If she wanted a challenge…well, you could certainly try and give her one.

You lurched upward, trying to push Betty off of you. She laughed, nearly falling off from your efforts. Instead of letting you go, however, she pounced back on you, tugging you into her lap. Before you could even think of countering, Betty had your arms behind your back in a startlingly effective hold.

“Wahait! Wait, wait, Behehetty wahahahait!” you giggled, all worked up before she even began tickling you. Betty was an impressively good play-wrestler.

She shook her head, getting your arms secured behind your back while freeing her hands. Perfect. “Sorry baby, but I’ve waited long enough.”

With that, Betty’s fingers dug into your sides, poking and wiggling against the sensitive areas.

“Why ahahahare youhu sohoho gohood at thahahat?!”

A compliment? Betty couldn’t help but smile at that, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Aw, how sweet. It’s a skill, and I’ve had lots of practice.”

That both answered your question and made you incredibly nervous. That “practice” almost definitely spelled giggly doom for you.

Sure enough, her skilled fingers traveled to your stomach, vibrating her clawed hand against the soft skin.

“NYAHAHAHAHA!”

You kicked and squirmed, tugging at your restrained arms. Betty didn’t falter, however; you weren’t getting away that easily.

“Oh, love, does that tickle? Hmm?” Betty teased, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. She was purposefully letting her lips brush the shell, tickling you more. The way your cheeks brightened was gorgeous to her. “You’re so cute when you blush~”

“SH-SHUHUHUSH!”

Your fluster at her compliments was rather adorable. She would happily try to break you another day, but right then, her mission was to brighten your day.

“Poor thing…want me to be gentle, baby?” she cooed, purposefully using a baby-voice to tease you.

You nodded frantically, trying not to sound too pathetic. Of course, you failed. “Y-YEHEHES!”

Betty stopped tormenting your stomach, switching to gentle spidering across the soft skin. She began nuzzling her face against your neck, occasionally planting little kisses.

“There we go. Is that better?” she whispered, pulling you closer. Betty released your arms, letting you flail a bit and hold her arms.

“Y-youhuhu’re sohoho mehean!” you whined, leaning back against Betty’s chest. She’d worn you out, and there was a lovely set of pillows for you to rest on behind you.

“Oh, I know, I’m so mean,” she tutted, shaking her head. She nipped your neck softly, making you squeak. “Don’t tempt me to bully you again, lover. I will get you if you push me.”

That did sound fun…but maybe another time. You were rather worn out from your bad day, and the tickling had exhausted you. You were ready to throw in the towel. You giggled out your safeword, tapping Betty's arm to show that she hadn’t done too far.

Betty’s arms tightened around you, turning you to face her. You got a lovely kiss before she started petting your hair again. “Aw, is someone tired?”

“Yehehes…” you grumbled, burrying your face in Betty’s chest. It was definitely time for a nap.

“Alright, alright. Let's rest together, then.”

Giving you another quick kiss, Betty laid the two of you down, pulling you closer against her. Your head rested on her chest, arms tucked around her waist as you held on. It was adorable.

“Baby…sleep well. I’ll be here when you wake up, always by your side. Especially with those giggles.”

“Mph, fuck off…”

The bunker was quiet as there wasn’t much to do. There were no apocalypses, no universes shattering, no Lucifer… just a normal day.

And there, sitting on the couch, was the former angel of the Lord, Castiel, hands clasped in his lap as he stared at the wall with his usual pensive expression. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of boots pounding against the floors, as well as familiar voices shouting through the halls.

“Get back here, Sammy! You know what’s coming!” Dean yelled, his voice carrying a mixture of playfulness and warning.

Sam darted around a sharp corner, his longer legs giving him a slight advantage over his older brother. The angel could overhear the back and forth and the rapid footsteps, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what was going on.

“Come on, man! I didn’t finish it on purpose! If you wanted it so bad, you should’ve put your name on it!” cried the younger Winchester, his laughter echoing through the labyrinthine halls.

The noise was quite distracting. Castiel considered moving thinking spots before the brothers came bounding into the living area, giving the angel a start.

Sam ran in first, darting behind the couch before Dean followed, taking a wide stance on the opposite side, his hands raised and his fingers formed like claws. Throughout this, neither of them even acknowledged their angelic friend, who could only hope to figure out what on earth was unfolding in front of him.

“Excuses, excuses!” Dean growled, a playful grin on his face as he circled the couch, attempting to subtly close the distance between him and his brother. “You know what happens when you mess with my pie!”

Just as Dean was about to lunge, Castiel’s gravelly voice caught their attention.

“Has Dean been possessed? Why do you appear to be so… urgent?”

The brothers stopped in their tracks, sharing a baffled look before turning back to Castiel.

“Cas, Dean isn’t possessed…” Sam explained, a small, amused smile on his lips. Meanwhile, that cheeky expression found its way back to the older Winchester’s face as he eyed the youngest in the room.

“Oh, I’m possessed, alright… possessed by the tickle monster!” he growled before jumping toward Sam while the younger was distracted, his fingers latching onto the man’s sides and digging in with vigor.

As Sam yelped and burst into a fit of boisterous laughter, grappling onto the back of the couch to try and keep upright, Castiel cocked his head to the side, looking more confused than before as he watched the scene unfold.

“Tickle monster? I do not recall reading about this in lore books… I suppose the name is self-explanatory… How do you defeat it?”

The laughter only got louder at that question, and Sam shook his head, trying his best to answer their friend’s question while his brother was destroying him with tickles.

“N-No, no, no, it’s not a real—haha—monster! Dean’s just being a goof!”

Odd… so this was a playful thing? Castiel had made a lot of progress over the years, but sometimes he thought he’d just never truly understand humans.

“Ah… so you’re not really in danger?”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to target the younger’s tummy, causing him to shriek and double over in hysterics. “Nope. The only thing Sammy’s in danger of is dying of laughter… Ain’t that right, Sammy?”

“Shut uhuhuhup!” came Sam’s frantic response.

Castiel’s brow creased with puzzlement, his eyes scanning the scene as if that would help him put the pieces together.

“Why were you chasing him then? He seemed quite alarmed.”

“Because it makes it more fun!”

It seemed that every answer only led to more and more questions. Why on earth would being chased be fun? Castiel had been chased before, and he recalled it as a very unpleasant experience.

“Fun? I fail to see how running for your life could be ‘fun,’” he said bluntly, tuning out the sound of Sam’s squeals as the elder’s fingers scribbled all over his belly.

Dean rolled his eyes and decided to show Sam some mercy so that they could help their angel friend out, giving his younger brother a pat on the shoulder and helping him stand. How on earth were they supposed to explain this to an angel? It was clear that Castiel didn’t have even a shred of understanding on this matter, so they were practically starting from nowhere.

“It just kind of is… the thrill of the chase, y’know?” Dean tried his hand at explaining, admittedly doing a horrible job. As the taller man sat up and plopped onto the couch, he decided to take a crack at it.

“It’s just a playful thing, Cas… When you’re not in any danger and you’re just messing around, chases can be pretty fun.” Sam smiled, trying his best to put it in simple terms. He’d also learned that it was better to explain things in a more blunt manner, since the angel could be quite… literal.

Castiel hummed, nodding slightly. “I see… Perhaps I should try to engage more. I often forget to, as Dean once put it, be less angelic.”

Dean gave a snort of laughter, raising his hands to threateningly wiggle his fingers at the angel. “Oh, buddy, you do NOT wanna get roped into this!”

At that, the angel gave a tilt of his head, his expression a mixture of amusement and bewilderment as he processed his friend’s words. “Dean, I do not believe you could take me… I am an angel of the Lord.”

Sam’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two, interested to see where this would go. Should he intervene? Maybe… but how? And frankly, why? This was pretty damn hilarious. And so, he kept his mouth shut, choosing to observe, but not before popping in with a friendly warning.

“Cas, I really wouldn’t challenge him… He’s ruthless,” he said, his voice the kind that speaks from experience. And if anyone could speak from experience on this matter, it was definitely Sam.

But the angel did not heed Sam’s warning. “Perhaps to you, Sam. But a human cannot merely take down an angel of the Lord.”

Dean’s eyes were twinkling with mischief, subtly shuffling closer to his angelic friend, hands raised menacingly. Dean was always up for a challenge. “Don’t tempt me, angel… I’ll make you eat those words.”

Castiel crossed his arms, giving a huff of disbelief. “Words cannot be eaten, Dean,” he stated matter-of-factly. It was at this moment that Sam realized he might have an out for the long, drawn-out tickle attack he would endure had this not become a thing. So, he sat up and casually started to shuffle away.

“Well, you guys have fun… Just try not to kill each other.”

He got all of three steps away before he heard a shrill shriek, and when he turned around, he saw his older brother straddling Castiel’s hips and digging his fingers into the angel’s ribs. While Sam wanted to stick around and watch the endearing scene, he knew it would only be a matter of time before Dean remembered their unfinished business… so he had to skedaddle.

“Oh, don’t think this means you’re off the hook, Sammy! Once I’m finished with this angel, you’re toast!”

And that was Sam’s cue to run… again.

“You little bastard!” Vex hisses, barely holding in a laugh. She turns, pushes him away, and he’s smiling wide as he falls next to her on the bed.

Percy turns to take her in—blushing and failing to hold back a smile. 

“‘Not at all’ ticklish, hmm?” He prods. “That seemed rather ticklish.” He skitters his fingers along the backs of her ribs.

“Not.” She digs in her heels, biting her lip to fight back a smile. Then, Vex’ahlia is on him, fingers wiggling deftly into his sides. 

Neither of them are fighting off their laughter now, Percival from the tickling nails climbing under his nightshirt and Vex from the high of turning the tables on him. 

“See how you fucking like it–” Percy hears her grumble before she’s ripping his shirt up and throwing the bottom of the fabric onto his chest and in his face. 

“NO–” He utters, pawing the shirt back away from his face just as she leans in to blow raspberry after raspberry on his stomach. 

Percy’s hands are tangled in her hair a moment later, his feet beating against the mattress as hers were just a minute earlier. He cries out a desperate laugh as she takes her time, fucks with him a bit longer, until he calls out. “Fuck, mercy! Please!” 

She relents, satisfied in her victory to make up for the prematurely ended massage. 

Percy heaves a few breaths. “Remind me never, ever to piss you off.”

“Better not even dream of it.”

You sighed as Kofi handed you your drink of choice, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You’d been working on a project all week, but had yet to finish. And, of course, it was due in a day. Pulling all-nighters two nights in a row probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was the only way you saw yourself getting it done on time.

“Hey…be sure to get some rest, yeah? I want my drinks to make you feel good, not help you feel bad.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at Kopi’s concern. She was always so nice to you, even when you were on another productivity bender. “I’ll be fine, Kopi. Your drinks are always amazing. I just need to get this done, okay?”

“Alright, I guess. Just…be careful?”

“I’m always careful.”

With that, you strode off to your bedroom, choosing to ignore the skeptical look Kopi was giving you. You were fine; as long as you didn’t go longer than 72 hours without sleep, it was technically healthy…

…ish.

With the aid of the caffeine, your fingers flew across your keyboard. Finally, a rhythm! You hardly noticed the hour pass, though your body definitely did.

Soon, your eyelids grew heavy. The satisfaction from your progressed had eased some of your nerves, allowing you to relax just enough to grow tired. Your blinks grew longer, and before you knew it, you were floating in a black abyss.

“Shit…Nightmare?” you called out, your voice strangely void of any echo. Eyes open or closed, your view in the void was the exact same. You felt that familiar fear creep down your spine, followed by a warm arm wrapping around your middle. You couldn’t help but jump, frightened by her sudden touch in the emptiness.

“Hello, beloved.”

“Fuck, Nighmare, warn me first…” you huffed, leaning back into their touch. The warmth of their chest was nice against your skin, as odd as the giant lips there felt. Their lion head rested on your shoulder, giving your neck little nuzzles. The snake burrowed itself under your arm, hissing softly.

They chuckled in amusement, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “That would defeat the purpose of my visits, wouldn’t it?” Their hand wandered lower, giving your side a little poke. “Besides, you love my visits. I can feel your heart racing, you know. It’s quite lovely.”

That simple poke had an instant effect on you. You’d managed to avoid thinking about that during Nightmare’s pop-ins, but the simple touch had your mind racing with giddy thoughts and nervous energy. “I…shut up.”

Of course, it picked right up on that new anxiety. Its hands both grabbed onto your sides as it chuckled. “Oh? What’s this now?”

“W-wahait, wait, Nightmare, c’mon! Don’t you wanna see what bugs I’m afraid of or something? It’s really interesting,” you stammered, trying to distract them from the idea of tickles. Unfortunately for you, they weren’t swayed so easily.

“That can wait for another night,” they said, voice tauntingly soft. You knew that honey-smooth inflection was meant to build up a false comfort. “For now, we’re exploring this.”

With that little growl, Nightmare’s claws dug into your sides. They were torturously pointed, just enough to tickle the hell out of you without the chance of being accidentally scratched. She squeezed and scribbled on your soft skin, loving the squeals she was pulling from you.

The void around you shifted, changing into a park. It was a bright day, people mingling about. And, of course, they were a few of the other objects.

A whine escaped you at the sight, knowing the fear she was going to prod at. You hadn’t exactly gotten around to telling the other dateables about your affinity for the touch, and it was definitely on your mind. “N-Nihihightmahare, plehehease!”

They pressed another small kiss to your skin, this time against your neck. “Don’t worry, beloved. I’d never be cruel. This is to prove some fears to be irrational.”

Nightmare’s evil hand slid beneath your shirt, teasing your hips and waist with little squeezes. As you hiccuped and laughed, a few of the exploring objects came up to the two of you.

“Aw, how cute!”

“Look at our homie, all happy and stuff! Dope!”

“Think I’ll have to ask ‘em if they’d let me give that a try.”

“They seem like they’re having so much fun…”

Instead of the disgust and judgement your mind had convinced you was inevitable, Nightmare showed you the far more probable outcomes: your loved ones didn’t hate you for having an odd preference. True, it was still a little terrifying to have people see (even they were the non-sentient dream versions of them), but it made you feel a bit more secure in yourself.

“See, beloved? Nothing but your anxieties to fear,” they cooed, kissing your cheek. The world around you changed again, this time resembling your bedroom. It was slightly off, fuzzy at the edges, letting you know you were still asleep. Still with them. “And, of course, this little trick…”

You really should’ve learned better than to ask what they meant by that. Nightmare was more of a show rather than tell kind of entity.

They pressed their mouth hand flat against your stomach, their snake head moving up to your shoulder. In an instant, the mouth was blowing raspberries on your stomach. The snake head joined in on the fun, its tongue flicking across the shell of your ear to make you squeak.

“SHIHIHIHIT!”

You bucked in Nightmare’s hold, belly laughter tumbling freely from your lips. The dual sensations were evil; you both loved and despised Nightmare’s versatility with its strange body. It was rather amused with all of your reactions, chuckling in your ear.

“That seems quite ticklish, beloved. Good thing we have time to explore this.”

Their voice dropped as they leaned in, deep and deliberate in your ear. They knew the tone would get you nervous and squirming. It sparked an entirely new fear, though not exactly an unwelcome one. One that got your heart racing, lips wobbling, and eyes squeezing shut with flustered anticipation.