(A fanfiction of the web series "Camp Camp")“GooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS!”The sun was shining, the bees were buzzing, the birds were chirping, and the camp counselors of Camp Campbell were feeling camp-tastic!“Oh great,” Max muttered under his breath. He had his hands shoved into the front pocket of his blue sweatshirt, and he scowled, brows furrowed in annoyance. “ Now what’s this idiot doing?”“Glad you asked, Max!” Counselor David announced with the usual pep and zeal. The tall, lanky, pale man was wearing his ranger’s cap and whistle on top of his usual counselor uniform. “Gwen and I-"“Just you.”“-Have decided that wha...
A Danganronpa 2 tickle fic, contains */m, mm/m, mmm/m, and m/m
Nagito raving on and on about despair and hope was nothing new. Everyone forced themselves to put up with it in the name of “getting along peacefully” like Monomi insisted. All this really did was increase the tensions in everyone. It was as though all their frustration at their predicament was suddenly hyper focused on Nagito. What they wouldn’t give to make that bastard pay and shut up for even five minutes. Leaving him tied up in the old hotel building again was looking more and more tempting.As the boys admitted once breakfast was done and they gathered outside by the pool....
The squeak of shoes on the laminated wood, and slap of volley balls against skin echoed through the gym court. The boys darted back and forth, leaping and slapping and diving for the ball as it came their way. The practice math was half way through, and after their warm ups and drills were raring to go.“I got it, I got it!” Yamaguchi cried, leaping for it.“Yama!”And then there was a heavy thud as the boys collided. Yamaguchi toppled, tripping over himself and landing on the floor. Azumane was spared, his height and bulk letting him stay upright, but he winced as he watched his teammate go down. The coach’s whistle pierced the gym, and ever...
Hiccup moaned in pleasure. The feeling of his own strong hands over his aching flesh was a sweet release from the stress of today. He grunted lightly, squeezing the lotion onto the hot, knobbly flesh. And then a knock came from the door, and he jumped, hurriedly moving the lotion bottle and pulling up the covers over his bottom half. He already had his shirt off, and it made him still feel slightly, well, naked in the situation. He cleared his throat. “Come in.”“Jeez, Hiccup, I know you jack off on me, but I sleep in here too-” Then Jack stopped. He took one look at the discarded rumpled pants next to his bed, the bottle of lotion to the s...
Prince Charming with the... Soft Sides? by HiddenFruit, literature
Literature
Prince Charming with the... Soft Sides?
(A Snow White with the Red Hair fanfiction. Brief F/M, mostly M/M)Really, this was all Shirayuki’s fault. Or more specifically, Kiki’s, since she was the one that had struck through his defense and whammed him right in the side. As far as Shirayuki was concerned, it wasn't really her "fault" until about a week later, after she had applied the salve a few times to help his poor bruise.“It looks like it’s already healed up,” she said in approval.This was about the fourth time he had to take his shirt off in front of her, and it wasn't much easier than the first time. He held one arm up, holding onto the back of his head to give her clear acc...
Persona Crossover Story Up for Adoption! Read info for details. (brief m/f, m/m)The yawning darkness beckoned them into the creaky structure with deafening silence that was more terrifying than growls or moans. The dark maroon handprints on the rotting floorboards and the tattered walls sent chills down her spine, and made her little knees knock together. For young Rei, the third labyrinth meant unknown terrors and danger, and she clutched onto her guardian’s cloak as she blinked away oncoming tears. Zen peered down at her, never wavering in his calm façade, even in this hellish entry.
“Rei? Are you going to be alright?”
“I…” she blinked a...
Knock, knock, knock. “It’s open.” He slurred obligatorily.Yuuri didn’t even turn when his door squeaked open. He had already changed out of his uniform into dark blue T-shirt and shorts, and as a result looked a little too relaxed. He was slumped over his open textbook, pencils, and homework strewn over his desk. His crossed arms were like a pillow for his head and he looked like he was sleeping, from the back. But his eyes were half open, staring distantly out his open window. But his gaze was distant, not truly looking at the dark blue, but letting his heart yearn for another place, another realm, with a starry sky so similar it was pain...
Jack thumped his head against the fridge once, twice, thrice, before groaning to himself and finally straightening up. “Hiccup, we’ve been over this,” he pointed out, rubbing his brow in irritation as he hobbled out of the kitchen. “My feet are fine, you’re delusional, and you really need to find another hobby. Oh, hey Toothless.” He greeted the black monitor as he stepped over him. “It’s not a “hobby”, it’s a-“ Hiccup stopped himself and dragged his hand down his face as he moved to follow him. “Look, Jack, I’m not saying they’re horrible, they just…” he shrugged unsurely in his mental fishing. “Need a little TLC, that’s all.” “Yeah...
Their real names were Jackson Overland, and Heiko Haddock III. Their elementary days had seen their fair share of teasing, so the names Jack Frost and Hiccup stuck to them like glue. Surprisingly, they had both taken to the names. Some more than others. “So wait, wait,” Jack halted his explanation with a chuckle, raising an incredulous brow at him over the kitchen counter. “Even your family calls you ‘Hiccup’? Just how did it spread to them ?” Hiccup shrugged from his spot on the dark gray couch, never moving his gaze from cleaning his prosthetic. “Well, when ya got hiccups as much as I did when I was a kid, iiiiit’s the pretty obviou...
Nezumi had paid no attention to the tiny ball of fur scurrying up his leg. He could tell by the scratchy little paws it was the rodent Shion had affectionately dubbed as “Macbeth” without even looking. He kept his attention on the book, letting the rat do as he pleased, even as he stopped on the buckle of his belt to groom his whiskers. It was only when the little critter sniffed at his midriff that Nezumi found his shirt had ridden up and had to take action.Shion shifted his attention at the sudden chuckle from the young man sprawled on the couch behind him. It was difficult not to in the all encompassing quiet of the underground abode. S...
(A fanfiction of the web series "Camp Camp")“GooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING CAMPERS!”The sun was shining, the bees were buzzing, the birds were chirping, and the camp counselors of Camp Campbell were feeling camp-tastic!“Oh great,” Max muttered under his breath. He had his hands shoved into the front pocket of his blue sweatshirt, and he scowled, brows furrowed in annoyance. “ Now what’s this idiot doing?”“Glad you asked, Max!” Counselor David announced with the usual pep and zeal. The tall, lanky, pale man was wearing his ranger’s cap and whistle on top of his usual counselor uniform. “Gwen and I-"“Just you.”“-Have decided that wha...
A Danganronpa 2 tickle fic, contains */m, mm/m, mmm/m, and m/m
Nagito raving on and on about despair and hope was nothing new. Everyone forced themselves to put up with it in the name of “getting along peacefully” like Monomi insisted. All this really did was increase the tensions in everyone. It was as though all their frustration at their predicament was suddenly hyper focused on Nagito. What they wouldn’t give to make that bastard pay and shut up for even five minutes. Leaving him tied up in the old hotel building again was looking more and more tempting.As the boys admitted once breakfast was done and they gathered outside by the pool....
The squeak of shoes on the laminated wood, and slap of volley balls against skin echoed through the gym court. The boys darted back and forth, leaping and slapping and diving for the ball as it came their way. The practice math was half way through, and after their warm ups and drills were raring to go.“I got it, I got it!” Yamaguchi cried, leaping for it.“Yama!”And then there was a heavy thud as the boys collided. Yamaguchi toppled, tripping over himself and landing on the floor. Azumane was spared, his height and bulk letting him stay upright, but he winced as he watched his teammate go down. The coach’s whistle pierced the gym, and ever...
Hiccup moaned in pleasure. The feeling of his own strong hands over his aching flesh was a sweet release from the stress of today. He grunted lightly, squeezing the lotion onto the hot, knobbly flesh. And then a knock came from the door, and he jumped, hurriedly moving the lotion bottle and pulling up the covers over his bottom half. He already had his shirt off, and it made him still feel slightly, well, naked in the situation. He cleared his throat. “Come in.”“Jeez, Hiccup, I know you jack off on me, but I sleep in here too-” Then Jack stopped. He took one look at the discarded rumpled pants next to his bed, the bottle of lotion to the s...
Prince Charming with the... Soft Sides? by HiddenFruit, literature
Literature
Prince Charming with the... Soft Sides?
(A Snow White with the Red Hair fanfiction. Brief F/M, mostly M/M)Really, this was all Shirayuki’s fault. Or more specifically, Kiki’s, since she was the one that had struck through his defense and whammed him right in the side. As far as Shirayuki was concerned, it wasn't really her "fault" until about a week later, after she had applied the salve a few times to help his poor bruise.“It looks like it’s already healed up,” she said in approval.This was about the fourth time he had to take his shirt off in front of her, and it wasn't much easier than the first time. He held one arm up, holding onto the back of his head to give her clear acc...
Jack thumped his head against the fridge once, twice, thrice, before groaning to himself and finally straightening up. “Hiccup, we’ve been over this,” he pointed out, rubbing his brow in irritation as he hobbled out of the kitchen. “My feet are fine, you’re delusional, and you really need to find another hobby. Oh, hey Toothless.” He greeted the black monitor as he stepped over him. “It’s not a “hobby”, it’s a-“ Hiccup stopped himself and dragged his hand down his face as he moved to follow him. “Look, Jack, I’m not saying they’re horrible, they just…” he shrugged unsurely in his mental fishing. “Need a little TLC, that’s all.” “Yeah...
Their real names were Jackson Overland, and Heiko Haddock III. Their elementary days had seen their fair share of teasing, so the names Jack Frost and Hiccup stuck to them like glue. Surprisingly, they had both taken to the names. Some more than others. “So wait, wait,” Jack halted his explanation with a chuckle, raising an incredulous brow at him over the kitchen counter. “Even your family calls you ‘Hiccup’? Just how did it spread to them ?” Hiccup shrugged from his spot on the dark gray couch, never moving his gaze from cleaning his prosthetic. “Well, when ya got hiccups as much as I did when I was a kid, iiiiit’s the pretty obviou...
Nezumi had paid no attention to the tiny ball of fur scurrying up his leg. He could tell by the scratchy little paws it was the rodent Shion had affectionately dubbed as “Macbeth” without even looking. He kept his attention on the book, letting the rat do as he pleased, even as he stopped on the buckle of his belt to groom his whiskers. It was only when the little critter sniffed at his midriff that Nezumi found his shirt had ridden up and had to take action.Shion shifted his attention at the sudden chuckle from the young man sprawled on the couch behind him. It was difficult not to in the all encompassing quiet of the underground abode. S...
Tickle Stories/Fics For Commissions! by HiddenFruit, literature
Literature
Tickle Stories/Fics For Commissions!
Hello hello, everyone! You saw the title- I do tickle stories. Well okay, I do any kind of stories, but those are the ones I have the most fun with, so that’s what I’m offering. I can do BSDM too, but my muse really gets going when I imagine laughter in there too. Have an unusual fetish you want to combine with it? Have an obscure tickle spot you’d love to see that is so hard to find? I know how frustrating it can be to find that PERFECT story, so that’s what I’m here for, as I try to help you. (As well as myself. Hey, it ain’t cheap here, I’ll tell ya.)So here’s the thing: If you look at all my examples on page, they’re all clean. Tickl...
((A Kingdom Hearts sappy-silly-friendship fic))
((Please read AN at bottom before starting))He had never been out to the Island at night. The only exception was that single fateful time when he had gone out to check the raft. However, it was stormy then. Not calm and peaceful like now. Everything was blue, even the moonlight had the faintest cerulean tint to its halo. The waves glimmered white, and rolled lazily against the shore in a rhythmic sway. The salty air brushed the leaves on the palm trees behind the white sand, and ruffled the hair strands along his forehead. The teen sat with his legs curled in front of him, with one knee up, a...
Wasabi's Interrogation (F/M) by BrainyxBat, literature
Literature
Wasabi's Interrogation (F/M)
Summary: Upon learning of his civilian identity, Momakase captures Wasabi, and tries to get him to reveal the rest of the Big Hero 6 team. And she uses a certain, painless technique in an effort to get the neatnik to crack. Warning: Tickle Torture Fic! -In the Mission Dolores park in San Fransokyo, Wasabi laid a purple mat on the green grass, preparing for a nice, relaxing yoga session. The park was completely empty, sans Wasabi, so he was taking full advantage of the peace. He sat cross-legged on the mat, clad in black pants, grey sneakers, a green tank top that prominently showed the strong muscles in his upper body, and a yellow-green h...
Hey guys! I know, I know, greetings is late, but I like vacations too!
Anyway, just wanted to let you all know that right now I have ONE commission piece on my waiting list that I'll get started on soon, but my works are probably gonna be coming out slower from now on. I love all my watchers and fans and appreciate every commission, but unfortunately I'm falling into the same rut I did before where every one coming to me is looking for foot fetish pieces. You guys obviously know I don't mind that, but when I'm doing the same thing over and over it just gets tiring when it's not my thing. Not to say I won't do commissions, just saying that ...
Hello long time long lost wonderful readers! How goes it? I'm sure most of you already glanced my recent installation of my collection, and wanted to say yes, I am indeed re-opening business! With just a few tweaks to how I ran things before. (Here's the original post as a reminder: )First thing isn't so much a tweak, but a tip. I've got more responsibilities now, so if you're patient, good on you! Buuuut I will get those stories out faster if you order a shorter piece. ;)Also a reminder: I will DEFINITELY still do OCs and original scenarios, just let me know.Second is one that I hesitate to do, but I do not have ample free time anymore...
So I decided to put this up in my journal so it would be easier to find and get to. Same info as before, BUT see the edit at the end for more info:Hello hello, everyone! You saw the title- I do tickle stories. Well okay, I do any kind of stories, but those are the ones I have the most fun with, so that’s what I’m offering. I can do BSDM too, but my muse really gets going when I imagine laughter in there too. Have an unusual fetish you want to combine with it? Have an obscure tickle spot you’d love to see that is so hard to find? I know how frustrating it can be to find that PERFECT story, so that’s what I’m here for, as I try to help you...