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This is just a cute, funny story about Maximilien Robespierre and Louis Antoine de Saint-Just, based on the version of them from the 1989 movie La Révolution française. M/M tickle fic. On this pleasantly calm evening, Robespierre and Saint-Just were spending time alone together in Robespierre’s room, drinking cider and eating snacks. The Jacobin leader was seated in a chair, enjoying one of his favorite foods – a juicy orange. Saint-Just was sitting on the bed, his bare left foot propped up while the other foot remained on the floor, still wearing a boot. Long, chestnut brown hair framed his attractive face. “How is your ankle?” Robespierre asked. Saint-Just had twisted his ankle earlier that day, and the concerned Robespierre had insisted that he take it easy for the rest of the day. “It doesn’t hurt much anymore,” Saint-Just replied, moving his foot from side to side. “I’m glad to hear it.” Robespierre looked at Saint-Just’s bare foot. It was a big foot with nice, long

Warm sunlight filled the bedroom. Laurie slept peacefully with her strawberry blonde hair outspread on the white pillow. She had a cute button nose and pouty lips. Long bangs draped her forehead. Art smiled softly as he watched his sleeping girlfriend. She looked just like a child, sweet and lovely. Art never grew tired of watching Laurie. She always amazed him no matter what she was doing. Here, sleeping like an angel, she was delightful to gaze down upon. He stood in place for nearly ten minutes, just staring dreamily at her. Art brewed a fresh pot of coffee. He poured a cup for himself, adding a spoonful of sugar and a dribble of cream. Laurie liked her coffee strong and black – she was a tough cookie. He returned to the bedroom with the steaming coffee in hand, and he found Laurie beginning to wake up. She groaned sleepily, rolling onto her side and covering her face. Art sat on the bed, putting the coffee cups down on the nightstand. He gently touched Laurie’s hand. Her brown

Based on "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" (1991). It was a quiet, lonely Friday afternoon. Jack wandered into the living room and sat on the couch, heaving a sad sigh. That morning, Lulu had left for a weekend trip with her girlfriends, and she wouldn’t be back until Sunday night. Jack was lonesome for his wife. He missed her company, her touch, her warmth, her voice, her nagging… He just missed her. Feeling a bit grumpy, Jack roughly grabbed a pillow and threw it across the room. Then he folded his arms and pouted. When he felt down, Lulu would often cheer him up by tickling him. Jack was a very ticklish person. He wished that she was here to cheer him up right now. He could use a good tickle. Then Jack got an idea. He wanted to be tickled but there was nobody around to do it, so…maybe he could tickle himself? He had never tickled himself before. He wanted to try it. It might be fun. Jack removed the shoe and sock from his right foot and placed his bare foot up on his

One evening in 1969, young musicians Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel were relaxing in their luxurious hotel room still wearing the street clothes from their last performance. They were intertwined on the same bed dressed in turtleneck sweaters, jeans, and socks. Paul rested his back on the soft pillows, gently strumming the guitar on his lap. Art was stretched out, lying in the opposite direction and dangling his black-socked feet near Paul’s face. He was playfully trying to get on Paul’s nerves. It worked, and Paul became very annoyed – he did not appreciate this interference and pushed Art’s foot away multiple times only to have it come back and taunt him again. “Damn it, Art,” Paul complained. “Keep your big feet out of my way.” Smirking, Art brought his foot up to Paul’s face and booped his nose with his toe. Paul had enough. He got off the bed and carefully put away his precious guitar. Then he came over to Art and straddled his leg, trapping his ankle under his arm. Art became

A hand-painted sign reading 'Magik Show' had been placed inside the gangs' clubhouse over a small table with a white cloth. Several kids entered and seated themselves on stools that had been arranged for the audience. Spanky put on his black magician hat and took his place behind the table, smiling and nodding to the audience as they clapped briefly. "Good afternoon, everyone," Spanky greeted them, placing his magic kit on the table. "Who's ready for some magic?" "Spank, are you sure Butch is coming?" whispered Alfalfa, who was seated nearby. "I told Buckwheat and Porky to bring him over, now shhhh!" Spanky had cooked up this scheme to get revenge on Butch for tickling the living daylights out of Alfalfa. "Now, for my first trick…," Spanky said, glancing at the door. "I'm going to…uh, make this button disappear." Spanky then showed them a button pinched between his thumb and index finger. His other hand glided over the button – concealing it for a moment – and when his hand

Based on "The 100" TV show. F/M Tickle Fic Individual accidents had landed Marcus Kane and Thelonious Jaha in the medical bay at the same time. Kane had sprained his right ankle. Jaha had a bump on the head. After a checkup, Abby Griffin determined that they had suffered only minor injuries and could soon return to work, but she wanted them to remain in medical bay for a while – just to make sure they were alright. “You both need to rest,” Abby told them. They knew she was right, but still…neither man wanted to be there. “Pam,” Abby called to her staff. “Bring Kane a cold compress for his ankle and change his dressing.” Pam Bronson was an eighteen-year-old nursing aide. She was new on the job and thrilled to be working with Abby Griffin. Pam had a friendly smile, a light dusting of freckles on her nose, and strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a conservative bun. “Yes, ma’am.” Pam fetched the cold compress for Kane whose hurt foot was propped up on pillows for elevation. Jaha

Based on "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" (1991). M/M Tickle Fic with some MM/M. It was a pleasant evening at the Rock N’ Roll Bar and Grille. Lulu Daniels was performing on the stage, wearing a sexy lavender dress, and singing a romantic song. Her husband Jack was occupied in the bar section, messing around with a bunch of guys. His companions included his brother-in-law, Jimmy Jiles, and the Mexican mute, Jose Cuervo. There was a lot of excitement happening inside the bar. A large space had been cleared to make room, and people gathered around to watch the wrestling matches between Jack and various challengers. It was called ‘play fighting.’ In other words, wrestling just for fun. Nobody got hurt in play fighting…it was quite safe. Basically, it was a test of power and skill. Tonight, Jack dominated the play fighting. Nobody could outwrestle him. Young men came forward to challenge Jack, sometimes two men at a time, but Jack whooped their asses. He defeated every

Lucy Pevensie was writing a paper for school, using an oversized feather as a pen. She had slipped away from her own world and into the magical land of Narnia, merely searching for a quiet place to do her homework. She knew exactly where to go – the house of her best friend Mr. Tumnus. Lucy struggled with her assignment, going through several sheets of paper, many of which ended up as crumpled balls on the floor. Tumnus brought over a warm drink and snack, placing it on the desk beside Lucy. The two friends exchanged smiles. "What are you doing?" Tumnus asked, looking over the girl's shoulder. "Homework," Lucy answered, scribbling some black inky words on the paper. "How can it be homework when you're not at home?" Lucy rubbed the arm that held the feather pen, feeling a slight cramp. "It's work for school…and it's not fun." "Well," he said, starting to smile. "How would you like to do something fun with me?" "I'd love a break," Lucy sighed. "What should we do?" "Don't know,"