#I’m ticklish 😣

[ynsvnte]

My back hurts so bad wtf

@leaderwon guess you’re correct with the bones cracking.

[avatardoggo]

i held a man’s hand today

[bomber-grl]

Hii I hope you’re good :)

Can I request prompt 3 with Hiro please ? Like the reader is kinda nervous about an exam or something and try to read their notes and nervously put their hand on Hiro’s leg to « de-stress »

(I don’t know if the word is correct sorry English isn’t my native language 🧍🏽‍♀️)

Prompt #3: laying their hand on the other’s leg

A/n: I don’t really know what you mean by de-stress but I tried my best 😵‍💫

“What are you doing?!” Hiros voice was panicked and his face was obviously painted with disgust(?)

Well recently you became aware of an up and coming exam that’s pretty difficult to pass.

What was your response? We’ll obviously go to the library to study and review your notes, while dragging hiro along of course.

He followed behind you as you had been collecting books to look at back at a table.

After being yelled at and shushed by workers for about 4-5 times give or take, you settled down and began reviewing.

Hiro helped here and there but ultimately he just settled down next to you while you quietly went over your notes.

Gosh you were boredddddd, plus it’s not like you could even do anything since there was always someone side eyeing you or shushing you.

Sure side eyes aren’t bad but they take away aura- anyway you planted your forehead flat on the table then looked at Hiro.

That caca was happily playing some game on his phone and when he noticed you looking at him he placed a hand on your head for comfort.

Which, of course didn’t work. You sighed and a brilliant idea came to you, which prompted Hiro to yell and ask what you were doing.

Almost immediately you heard shushing and Hiros flushed face quickly became neon red and he grumbled.

“Why are you touching my leg?” He whispered a bit harshly but mostly out of confusion. You’re guessing he was flushed because of how he drew attention to the two of you and got told to shut up.

“I’m boredddd” you whined and Hiro shook his head. “Not my problem” he flicked your hand.

Honestly you thought you’d have some fun so you started caressing his knee and that made him even more weirded out.

You only did it because it was ticklish for you, damn guess you got -10000 aura now 😣.

You sighed and continued with your studying, maybe it’ll work out- or not whatever.

Fast forward a week and you pass, happily you go and tell Hiro. Low and behold his dumb ass just says it’s cus of him that you passed.

You promptly head over to Cass to show her your results and she congratulates you, if you see hiro passed out with a bump on his head in the background- no you didn’t.

[tea-twords]

on my hands and knees BEGGING for sou and/or ranmaru hcs pls </3 /nf

EHEHEHE WELL

Spoilers for chapter 3 part 1-B below

I’m writing this on the spot so I’m gonna think of little thingys like rn and write them cause I’ve been thinking about them lowkey

Ranmaru

Ranmaru is like. Really ticklish I think. Pure Lee mf

Reminded me of that time when Sara stood on ranmarus shoulders and he was like “heavy😣” and Sara was offended and he was like oh so light! What if like sometimes he says shit without thinking and gets got for it

He’s so easily flustered too like everytime Sara touched his hand he was like !!!

lol imagine ticklish hands

Another random idea but his waist and stomach actually some of his worst spots cause like just look at him. He has like no protection. Against any tickle attack

Literally the cutest smile ever too btw like the sprite is attached at the bottom AHSB

I love him he’s so huggable

Sou

Ok I’m gonna assume you’re talking about Shin and not Midori cause Shin is easier to clown on but if you want Midori too lmk

But yeah similar to Ranmaru, shin is like not a ler at all.

I know in the story he sort of pretends to be much more dangerous than the real him is, but he literally could not be a ler lmao. Unless it’s with a lee he could wreck without getting the tables, but again there is literally no one he could get that couldn’t get him back.

He’s so easy to tickle he cannot put up a fight at all

OH YEAH HIS NECK. Like why would you have a scarf if it’s not to protect a death spot.

So yeah ticklish neck too

I feel like if the circumstances were much different Keiji would get him a lot

Like usually I try not to ship in yttd cause I tend to see them as all platonically buddies, but Keiji and Shin’s balance battle image…

Like I’m so sorry but Ler Keiji Lee Shin

Nsjsbdbd thinking of things but I can’t word it but the main idea is that Shin bullshits around sometimes and gets what he deserves

He could be all sassy and challenging but the moment someone raises a claw at him he gets like (see sprite below)

Wah imsorryy I used to be better at headcanons but these are just some thoughts!!

(Shin sprite is unused)

[missamyrisa2]

i’m the one who said your type style flusters me skfnksjxkw… your answer had me blushing so hard during a class i was just in 😣😣😣😣 —🐰

Awwweee sweeetieeee pieee~~~ are the tinglies just sooo badd? Do my lil words give you the feathery sensations? Is it jusssst too much to bear? That's just tooo bad my giggledrop because I'm not stooopping~ not that I think you need any help though~ because you're already feeling your tickle spots aren't youuu? You can't not think about how your ticklish body is ticklish~ mmmh every day is ticklish awareness day with youuu I knoww~ try not to imagine my kissy lips planting a trail of giggle smoochas across your tummy from side to sideee~ and absoluteyyy stop thinking how your hips might bounce when my thumbs are everrr so lightly rubbing teeny tiny circles from your hipbones to your hip dipsss ~ and I neeed you to do something for me my giggly tootise can you do itttt? Can yaaa~~ just notttt envision the sounds you're gonna make when I pin you down and wiggle my fingers in the air and make you guess where they're gonna landdd ~ you gotta tell me now, all your bessst guessesss and I'm suree you won't blurt out your dreaded tickle spots noooo~ not that it mattersss because as you might ~imagine~ I'm gonna get you allll overr with my fingers, from your neck to your underarms across your chest to your belly and sides and waisssstt and then we'll explore those thighsss and kneeees and don't worry about classss because your feet will end up riiight in my lap so I can tickle your soles and your soul~<33

[fluffallamaful]

First off, hello :D!!!

Sososo!!!! For lee dream I feel like he’d have ticklish ears! Bc he doesn’t stream all that offen I feel like his ears aren’t used to the feeling of a headset, and maybe if something is loud enough (on mute) that the headset vibrates it could tk him. And his haircut ugh DONT get me starteddd!!! His hair was getting to the point where it could’ve been tking his own ears, but as we know from his snap story “I’ll like it in a few weeks” which I interpreted it as it’ll grow back out to a perfect length that it tks without being bothersome. And I get an image that George would try and tell dream something in his ear while sapnap was in the room just in spite of sapnap not knowing, but dream can’t focus on what George is saying due to his own tittering. Sapnap gets curious, looks over and nonchalantly tells George ab how terrible of a spot dreams ears are!!! And instead of sitting around like sapnap had been doing, he’s get up and go whisper in dreams OTHER ear so he’d have no where to squirm and shake his head to 🥺

Sorry for the paragraph, got a bit excited!! <33

hello!!! thank you for waitingggg!!

first of all ☝🏼 there’s something so incredibly adorable about giving our streamers tickly ears,, because of the fact that they wear headphones all day 😅

ticklish ears under the headphones just give off the same vibes as ticklish tummy’s under t-shirts, or tickly feets inside shoes. like they’d all have that moment where the tickly body part gets exposed to the cooler outside air. and it’s epic

i LoVe imagining dweamie getting all scrunchy and squirmy. like omg imagining him with hunched shoulders and a huge blushy smile as he’s trying to chase away a wiggly finger (or a tickly whisper) from his ear 😖 if that’s not the definition of a cutie patootie moment then i don’t know what issss

and then ahhhhh the idea of him finding his new haircut to be ticklish around his hair and neck and being satisfied about it?? like that’s what he aimed for?? NAWWWW 😭😭 like i’m thinking about him just being in a bit of a lee mood in his room and shaking his head to get the lil tingles 😣

you’ve brought another interesting point heat though :0 tickles from headphone vibrations?? :00 but then also just ear tickles from vibrations in general? i feel like we haven’t spoken about that much!! like maybe sap’s earphones are like, in the process of breaking idk 😂 but they’re vibrating. and he tries to show dream but dream can’t stand the thing on his ears for more than a couple seconds without getting all giggly :(( (i feel it’s a good time to point out that george’s reaction would be the sameeeee 😭)

[taixju]

Please could you write 45 + 54 for Gojo? 🥺

CONTENT/WARNING: exhibitionism, finger fucking, vaginal sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, slight hate fuck?, jealousy, semi toxic relationship lmao, unedited as usual

NOTES: hi anon!! So sorry this took so long, I’m making my way though all the requests slowly but surely 😣 buuuut going back to thisssss...gojo would be such a fucking playboy you can’t tell me otherwise; and the amount of toxicity that comes with it HAHAHA but ended up being kind of hot and I went a little overboard 🤪 the amount of times YALL had hate sex likeeeee come on 😩🥴 anyways enjoy <3

#45 + #54 [Gojo Satoru]

“Y/N!” Gojo calls, you hear his footsteps, quickly catch up to your speedy pace, “Wait up!”

Not sparing your boyfriend another glance, you huff wanting to increase the distance between the two of you. He was such a fucking asshole. He knew you were watching him and yet he continued to flirt with the waitress from the restaurant. And to think, you were having such a pleasant evening. Leave it up to him to completely fucking ruin it.

He calls for you again, this time much closer. Grabbing your smaller wrist in his large hand, he pulls you to a stop.

“Hey,” he says, barely out of breath.

You frown, snatching your wrist out of his grasp, “You’re such an asshole!”

“Babe, come on,” he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “I was being friendly.”

“Oh yeah, that’s fucking rich,” you seeth, “Accepting her fucking phone number is nothing but friendly.”

“You’re overreacting,” he scoffs dryly, finding amusement in your riled up state, “Me and you, both know it meant nothing.”

Impulsively, you raise your hand, driving it forward to deliver a slap. But before it reaches his cheek, Gojo swiftly deflects your strike, grasping your other wrist and pulls you into a comforting embrace.

“Why do you always tease me like that?” Your voice wavers as you mumble into his shoulder, soaking his white shirt with tears, “Y-you’re always so m-mean to m-me.”

“There, there,” his voice is an octave softer than before as he strokes the back of your head lovingly, “You know I only have eyes for you.”

You sniffle, clinging onto him, wrinkling his perfectly ironed shirt, still hurt from his teasing, “Why do you always bully me?”

“I can’t help it,” he coos, cupping your face in his large hands, “Your reactions are too cute.”

Pouting, you relax, burrowing your tear soaked face into his chest and wrapping your arms possessively around his abdomen. You hear him chuckle above you, pulling you closer to him. Leaning down, he brings his lips to the same level as your ear.

“You sure caused a ruckus in the restaurant,” he whispers, his silky voice darkening, “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and showing you how much better you are than that bimbo waitress.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you pull away to look up at him innocently. The moonlight illuminated his silver hair, cerulean eyes glinting mischievously. Leaning down, he buries his face, peppering ticklish kisses into the crook of your neck.

“S-Satoru!” you manage to squeak, trying to pull away from his playful pecks. He squeezes you harder, keeping you from running away and holding you captive. Letting out a possessive growl, he grabs his round curve of your ass, lifting you up effortlessly, and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“Stop struggling,” he grunts, purposefully dipping his fingers under the hem of your skirt, slipping digits into the fabric of your thin panties. You panic, feeling as though your whole ass is on display for any passerby. Embarrassed, you reach around trying to pull your skirt back down as Gojo continues down the street.

“Stay still,” he repeats himself, digging his fingers deep, spreading the supple cheeks of your ass apart. As he continues his usual pace, the cool evening breeze tickles your exposed sex, making you shiver.

“S-Satoru,” you cling onto your boyfriend desperately, “W-What if someone sees?”

He grins deviously, inserting a thick finger into your cunt; beginning to fuck you at a torturous pace. The sudden foreign intrusion makes you unintentionally moan and dig your heels into his lower back. The occasional rock of his hips after every step makes his fingers glide in even further, making it harder for you to contain your cries.

“Lemme hear you baby,” he stuffs a second finger into your sex, pumping them sensually against your gummy walls, “There’s no one here which means you can be as loud as you want.”

You grip a fistful of his hair as you grind your hips, matching the fast pace of his fingers.

“F-fuck baby,” you sputter, “S-sooo g-good-hngnnn!”

“Good?” He coos, he pulls out to give attention to your throbbing clit. His caresses are excruciatingly slow, leaving you wanting- no, needing more.

“D-Don’t tease,” you grit out, clinging onto the man for dear life.

“Oh?” He chuckles darkly, “Hmmm, should I fuck you right here in the middle of the street? Everyone will know what a little slut you are - how fucking good you take my cock.”

You groan, his words making your insides clench around his fingers as they continue to drill into your gooey walls.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what?”

“...Please daddy-..hnggghh!” you’re immediately cut off as Gojo sheathes his entire length into your sopping cunt, fucking you in the middle of the street, just like he promised.

“Fuck,” he groans, making a sharp turn into a dark alleyway. Your back hits the wall but before you can cry out at the sudden pain, he silences you with a heated kiss, dancing his tongue along yours, giving it sensual sucks.

“You’re so tight,” he hisses against your lips; his thrusts, carnal, bruising the outside of your cunt. Your needy whines only encourages him to fuck you at a senseless pace; stretching the walls of your pussy deliciously.

“Come inside me daddy,” you plead, feeling your own orgasm approaching. Slipping a hand in between your sweaty bodies, you rub furiously at your clit, wanting nothing more than to relieve the throbbing ache between your legs.

“Such a dirty girl,” he grins, grinding his hips into yours as he dips down so he can whisper his dirty words into your ear, “If you’re a good girl, you’ll get daddy’s cum. I’ll stuff your belly full until it’s swollen with my seed. S’that what you want?”

“P-please,” you babble, “S-Sato-ru...f-fill me up-p-please-“

He groans at your shameless pleads, “I’m gonna come if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

“P-pleas-“ your tongue lulls out instinctively; Gojo immediately takes the wet muscle into his mouth, sucking on it greedily. You feel his moana vibrate against your tongue making you mind become hazed with pleasure.

“Come for me baby,” he pants, slipping a hand under your shirt, playing with your erect nipple, making you cry out; the pleasure completely overwhelming your mind. Your body convulses, spasming uncontrollably around his thick cock that continues to fuck you at its backbreaking pace.

“That’s it baby,” he groans, “Cream all over daddy’s cock.”

“A-ahhnn!” you squeeze your legs tightly around his torso as you come violently; your orgasm ripping your body causing it to stiffen; grabbing onto anything and everything around you to keep your body up. At the same time, Gojo releases his seed into your cunt, just as promised, coating your pink fluttering pussy with his hot, thick load.

“T-too ‘uch,” you slur, drool pooling out of your numb libs, unable to form a coherent sentence; your brain is completely fucked out.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, before rutting his hips upwards once again. The sudden stimulation makes you yelp.

“S-Sato-“ you protest, placing a shaky hand against his chest, doing your best to shove him away.

Proving that his grip is too strong, he retracts his hips before quickly stuffing your cunt with his cock once more.

“Oh baby,” he groans; you feel his length throb inside you, “I’m not even close to being done with you...not until it’s fucking ingrained in that silly brain of yours, that you’re the only woman for me.”

[toweroftickles]

Mistoria - Tickle Torture

(Cats 2019 Fic)

THEY’RE SO PRECIOUS; I’M SORRY ❤️❤️ I literally have to write shipping fics for them you don't understand

JUST LET ME HAVE MY WEIRD-ASS FANBOYISM OK?! 😣 Also I’M NOT A FURRY SHUT UP

Victoria was excited, but equally nervous.

Her bare feet slapped against the cobblestone road, still cool from a recent drizzle. She’d never gone running off to explore the Egyptian Theater with Mr. Mistoffelees alone before…the two of them often found it difficult to sneak away from the rest of their tribe.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I…I found a way into the attic, under the part of the roof that’s still standing. None of the other Jellicles even know the Egyptian has one,” Misto explained, trying to keep it cool. “Come on!”

Victoria felt a sense of elation and giggled at nothing, guided by the gentle clasp of fingers around her wrist.

The abandoned attic had long since fallen into disrepair. Shattered ceiling boards painted a dazzling puddle of white over the dust and furniture. Two former chairs, collapsed to splinters. One cabinet, an overturned lamp. A few worn books. A mattress, large enough for two human people, strewn with rain-stained sheets and a pillow…undoubtedly left over when the owners cleaned house.

Misto and Victoria were acting like lovesick puppies and could barely contain themselves…as soon as they reached the roof beams they clasped their hands to one another’s faces and passionately kissed, over and over again. Neither one of them, not even with their evolved senses, picked up the pair of shadows that followed behind them.

Victoria laid flat on her back on the old mattress, and Misto snuggled up against her, draping his right arm across her stomach. Her heart was pounding loud enough for a cat’s ears to pick up.

B-bmp. B-bmp.

Misto’s fingers grasped at nothing, tenderly, through the fur on her torso, until his knuckles glided over her midriff.

Victoria exhaled sharply through her nose and bit her lower lip in an excited smile as she lightly bucked against the mattress.

“Hn-Hn! Hee! No no, pl-hease don’t; I’m very ticklish,” she giggled.

Mr. Mistoffelees barely held in a laugh of his own.

“Just from that?” he asked, obviously delighted, continuing to rub her belly. “I didn’t know you were that bad.”

“Nnnn, it tihickles!” she squeaked. Her boyfriend could see all of her teeth when she flashed that dazzling grin. He nuzzled against her neck and purred at her. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so loved. If he’d wanted to keep cuddling her and caressing her sensitive tummy like that for another hour, she honestly might not have minded.

Then it all shattered.

“Oy! What’s goin’ on here?” a rough Cockney brogue called out from the rafters.

The feline couple froze in abject horror at the realization that they weren’t alone. Their eyes shot up to the ceiling, and there, among the broken boards, was Mungojerrie, that scheming calico, dangling diagonally like an acrobatic belfry hunchback.

Victoria had to cover her mouth to keep from shrieking. She immediately retreated into as small a ball as her flexible body could form, desperately reaching out for any piece of fabric that could hide her. Misto, meanwhile, had his jaw hanging open but wasn't free to do much else. A deep red color stood out as it grew in a cloud above his nose. Even if he could've poofed them away easily, his wand had been left behind.

"Oh...h-hi, Mungo...we, um...I..."

“Looks to us like you two were foolin’ around up here in our secret lair,” another voice sounded. The two lovebirds whipped their heads around again and saw Rumpleteazer peeking out from behind the broken cabinet. Both of them. Victoria’s embarrassment was overwhelming.

“H-How many secret lairs do the two of you have anyway?!” Misto demanded, hoping to shield his anxiety.

“More than 5…” Mungojerrie began, touching down on the dusty floor.

“…less than 90,” finished his partner, following suit.

Well, that wasn’t helpful.

"So...you running off from the rest of us for a little fun, eh?" Jerrie pressed, again.

"N-no! No, we...mmm...." Victoria wasn't embarrassed by her and Misto's relationship...everyone knew...but frankly, the fewer details those annoying imps were privy to, the better.

“No, we’re just…" Misto interrupted her. "...um...having a tickle fight?”

He wasn’t sure what reaction he’d get, but the notorious pranksters seemed surprisingly excited by the idea. They laughed to themselves with the usual glint in their eyes. With one elegant leap and dive they somersaulted over to Victoria’s wrists and pulled them back, totally trapping her and exposing her torso.

“Oh, she’s ticklish, is she?” scoffed Teazer.

“Go on then; let’s have some fun with her,” Mungojerrie offered with a smirk.

The white cat gasped. Misto wasn’t normally one to embarrass or mess with the other Jellicles, least of all her, but the mood in the room teetered back and forth between anxiousness and intoxicating mischief, and he succumbed to the latter. Smiling excitedly, he grabbed at his girlfriend’s stomach.

“Hn-HEE! Hihih-Hih…Ah-Hn! Hmhm-Hmhm!” Victoria giggled through closed lips and scissor-kicked in Misto’s embrace, squirming as his fingertips spread far apart and slowly stroked down her belly. Her whole upper body trembled from the ticklish laughter bubbling up inside her, and she couldn’t wiggle away. It was actually kind of fun, she thought…at first.

“Aw, how precious,” Rumpleteazer taunted, tussling Victoria’s hair. “Hmm, that cute little tummy needs a raspberry.”

“Mmmf, Hmhm! *gasp* Haha-Hih! Oh n-ho, please d-hon’t, I can’t, Hmhm-Hm Hm!” Victoria snickered sweetly as her cheeks began to go pink. Her ears wiggled and her insides suddenly felt very warm. It was kind of weird, but deep down, the white cat secretly loved getting raspberries. But she was far too ticklish for them even at the best of times, and far too embarrassed for one right now.

Misto’s fingers continued to gently scratch the soft areas just above her hipbones, like the arms of an octopus, curling and uncurling, and it made her shudder. Smiling as warmly as he could, a gesture of reassurance meant to help her relax, her boyfriend knelt down to her soft, fuzzy belly and blew hard.

“Pbbbbbt!!!”

“HAAA-Heehee-Hihih! *gasp* MMHM, Hm-Hm Hm-Hm! *squeak* No, no, don’t!” Victoria scrambled to shield her fiercely-blushing face. Her ears drooped back in submission. Eventually Misto managed to pry her arms apart (the better to expose her pretty smile, he told her…words intended to come out smooth, but which kinda tripped and mangled themselves on their way out of his mouth) and pinned them to the bed. Relaxing, Victoria slooowwwwly took deep breaths. A single tear rested on her eyelash, which prompted a collective chuckle from her friends. The calicos were in their usual mischievous mood.

“Ha…you barely have to touch her,” Mungojerrie snarked.

“Wonder if she giggles like that when she and her magical boy-toy are…."

Misto’s face suddenly ran through every shade of the rainbow at once.

“Th-that’s none of your business!!!” he interjected, slightly louder than he meant to. Victoria was even more horrified, busy trying to bury her head in the discarded sheets.

“What? So you’re not gonna give us a little…gossip?” Teazer smirked and raised her eyebrow at Victoria as she circled the couple. “We all already know what you two get up to when you’re alone…”

Misto looked like he wanted to kill himself 9 times. The white kitten shook her head, but couldn’t bring herself to look either calico in the eye…until she felt Rumpleteazer’s fingers slowly tap-tap-tapping on the glass up the side of her left foot. She twitched.

“Hmmmm…iszat so…then I guess we’ll just have toooo…

…....

….tickle it out of you!” the calico girl laughed and without warning seized Victoria’s ankle, and began to mercilessly scratch all over her bare white sole.

“Hmhm! Ah! Ah-Ha! Hn-Hn Heh! Ah Haha-Ha, Ha-Ha Ha!” Victoria couldn’t stop laughing. Her foot wiggled and flailed around like a ferret in a sack, but she couldn’t get free. “Hihih-Hee! Heehee-Ha! Heh-Heh Hm-Hm! Pleahease, Ha-Hih! I c-han’t have my feet touhuhouched!”

“Oh right, you ballerinas are all really sensitive down there,” Teazer mocked.

No sooner had she spoken than Victoria felt another pair of hands traveling up her arms (which were once again being held flat to the old mattress by Misto). Mungojerrie’s hands.

“NNNN, Hnhn! No no no no,” she giggled helplessly. With a sharp poke Mungo’s nimble digits burrowed themselves into the hollows of Victoria’s armpits, and she could no longer control herself.

“Ah-Ha-Ha, Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp* Hih! Hng-Heehee!” Every time Victoria made an effort to pull her body in one direction, Mungojerrie simply prodded the other. Meanwhile, Rumpleteazer was still tickling her foot, holding it still and scratching right underneath her wiggling toes. A small part of Victoria was almost enjoying it…all the affection, the nuzzling, the touching…the fingertips strumming up and down her body…but it was just too much.

“Hng! M-Misto, hehelp!”

“Heh-Heh! You want help? Ok, I’ll help.” Looking down at her, her boyfriend laughed and released his hold on her biceps, and her arms naturally retreated into her bosom (which only managed to trap Mungo’s squeezing fingers in her armpits). But instead of prying the other mischievous hands away, Misto joined in their fun, grabbing and probing all the most sensitive spots on Victoria’s sides and poking her quivery belly button. His long, black tail wrapped around her right leg and danced along her inner thigh. This mean playfulness was so unlike him…

“AHH Hih-Hih Hng! Ah-Heh Heh! *gasp* Ha-Ha!” Victoria laughed desperately. Even though her arms were no longer restrained, she felt far too weak to push the others away.

The white cat’s giggles had almost turned to desperate hiccups as her whole body trembled. Her already-demure voice was withering, becoming softer and softer. Tears dripped gently down her blushing cheeks.

“Pl-hease, I can’t; it t-hickles really ba-ha-had!”

“Heh! Come on, we’ve gotta let her go,” Misto wanted to keep touching her, but not if it made her miserable.

“Gah, you’re no fun,” scoffed Teazer.

“Not til she’s told us the truth!” Jerrie let out a mischievous cackle.

“Erm…please, you two?”

“……ugh, fine.”

Suddenly Teazer’s hands froze in place, and Victoria’s foot dropped down through the air to the soft mattress. Mungo’s fingers slid out from under her body (they’d begun prodding around the back of the white cat’s ribs), and Victoria’s limp wrist fell back against the bed, undisturbed, in sync with her weary sighs.

Breathe in…breathe out.

It felt like all the tension just deflated out of her torso one gasp at a time, causing a hot shiver down her neck and across her shoulders.

“Are you ok?” came Misto’s laughing voice.

“Mmm…oh my god, I feel so warm…”

Victoria opened her eyes, and arranged above like the points of a triangle were her friends’ heads, all staring down at her.

"Well now we know how to mess with this pretty little one," Teazer laughed smugly.

"....whew.....whew...."

“Are…are you worn out?”

“Hnhn! Nnnnnnn…Please...just give me a hug,” Victoria pretended to pout, with full-on puppy-dog eyes.

Feeling encouraged, Misto laid down next to her once again. He rubbed his head against her neck and nuzzled her shoulder…her fur felt so soft. She sighed, embracing him, her long legs pulling against the sheet on which they laid. It was nice, until four more arms suddenly wrapped around the both of them.

“No, not you!” Victoria giggled and playfully swatted at the calicos. They released their bear hug and stood up from the mattress.

“Hmph! Well, fine; if that’s the way you feel about it,” huffed Rumpleteazer.

“We know when we’re not wanted,” followed Jerrie with faux-bitterness dripping from his voice. The two disappeared just as fast as they had popped in, without another word…

...but not before brushing Misto’s foot with their tails and making him practically jump out of his skin. (A brief moment, but it made his girlfriend happy.)

As soon as they were out of sight Victoria pulled Misto down to her by his bow tie, both of them gleefully reenergized, and they promptly curled up together again. Mr. Mistoffelees put his hand around Victoria's shoulder and held her close.

“Really…are you ok?” asked the black cat. He seemed genuinely a bit concerned that he’d let the calicos take things too far.

“Of course,” Victoria reassured him. “I’m just a little tired. My face hurts from smiling!”

“I’m sorry…I-I didn’t mean to get carried away,” Misto stammered. His voice started out calm but became increasingly wavy as he talked. The shy magician was getting a bit flustered.

“Really, it’s ok…I don’t mind.”

“It’s just that, well, you’ve seemed down lately, and I…I like…”

Victoria’s ears perked up. Misto was playing with his hat.

“…I love seeing your smile.”

Of all the things that had happened in the last few minutes, surprisingly, this is what caused Victoria to blush the most. She turned her head, all sweet ear-to-ear grins, until he touched her chin and pulled her gaze back to his.

The two gently kissed one more time, before finally resting in a splash of moonlight.

That was enough excitement for one night.

I think part of the reason I feel compelled to write fics about these two (Victoria especially) is because Francesca Hayward is such a sweetheart in real life and she has this little giggle that’s so adorable it makes my heart hurt ❤️ seriously

Anyway, my sincerest apologies to all of you and may the lord have mercy on me.

[gentle-sniffles]

I think I’m getting sick and it sucks because every time I have to take out my hanky during lecture or at work to sneeze or blow everyone looks at me and I have to pretend like I’m not turned on 😖 I gotta tune out the messy noises when I scrub my nostrils with the handkerchief so I don’t blush to high heaven and lose track of what’s happening

And I’m running through rags like nobody’s business too 😣

Oh no poor thing! Hope you get better soon.

It sucks that your snotty little nose cant get any relief. Love to be there to pass you some tissues and bless each ticklish sneeze! Maybe even wrapping you into a soft blancket and bring you some tea if you're not feeling so well <3

[jtargaryen18]

heyaa love...how are you??? hope you are having a good day. I just wanted to ask that if the reader wasn't pregnant and if she was on her period then how do you think she would have managed it and how Curtis would take care of her?? cause i am on my period 🥺😣and really need something from our man🙈😂😂 sorry you can ignore it if it doesn't feel right to answer.❤️

Hey, there. Thank you for writing. 🙏🙏🙏 And same here.

So, the cramps hit you first thing that day. Your tummy and thighs ached, your head hurt. The bleeding started by midday and had you scrambling to the fabric pile from the train. You sorted through it each day for usable items. You found some light blue cotton, a blanket. Using your shears, you cut it into long strips you could fold for thickness. You’d need it. You always bled heavily.

But when Curtis and his group came back later in the day, it made you wonder. What did you do now? You knew what his expectations would be. But you couldn’t do that.

As you always did, you, Yona, and Timmy went to the spring to bathe and he kept watch. It wasn’t as necessary now because Nick was gone but it was what you did. You tucked in behind a stalagmite to shrug out of your clothes, not wanting anyone to see the red evidence of your period. When you quickly darted into the water from there, you noticed Curtis eyeing you curiously. You did the same thing when you’d finished bathing and again, he watched you closely.

When you went up to Curtis’s bed, he sat on the side of the bed first. His gaze was on you while you moved to sit next to him. You thought of an alternate plan for his usual demands quickly, your hand sliding up his thigh.

His fingers caught your chin, surprising you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, letting him pull you in for a kiss and trying not to let it show that the cramps were riding you hard right now. You slid your hand up to cup him, to stroke him. And he was half hard already. 

You let him deepen the kiss before trailing your lips to his ear, to his neck. He groaned as you chained kisses over his neck and your hand worked to free him from his pants. Only a few strokes had him hard in your grip and you dropped your head into his lap, taking him into your mouth. You’d gotten good at this. You teased him for a while with your hands and mouth while his hands roamed over you. 

When his hand teased around the top of your pants, you doubled your efforts, managing to bring him off, his body curling around you as you swallowed him down.

Curtis fell back onto the bed, pulling off his cap. His hair had grown out so much and you let your fingers sift through it as he fought to get his breathing under control. Even as he did, he studied you.

Pulling you down with him, he pulled you against him. “Give me a few minutes,” he managed. “I’ll... return the favor.”

That wasn’t going to happen.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’m tired. If it’s okay, I think I’ll just go to sleep.”

Curtis didn’t react right away. He just held you. But after a few moments, his hand slid over your breasts, and they ached, so you just held still for him. When that hand slid down to your waist, slid inside your pants, your hand grabbed at his wrist.

At the same time, you felt him gently tug at the scrap of cloth you were using to soak up the blood between your aching thighs.

“I’m sorry,” you said automatically. You didn’t want him upset with you. “I’ll be back to normal in a day or so. I--”

“Shhhh,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hand lifted to undo your pants. You still hung onto his wrist, tensing. Surely he didn’t mean to...

Curtis unzipped your pants, sliding his warm hand over your tummy and allowing it to simply rest there. 

“Relax,” he whispered, using just the lightest pressure as he gently rubbed your tummy. And you were grateful because you thought in the days before the train you’d been a bit ticklish. “You should have told me.”

“Told you?” You could already feel flames bloom in your face. 

“Your period,” he whispered. 

For long moments, he held you, stroked your stomach. When you’d relaxed, Curtis slowly sat up. You knew a moment of panic.

“I can go sleep with Yona and Timmy down--”

“Shhh.” Curtis shook his head but his expression was kind. You allowed him to remove your boots, to ease off your coat and his own. 

The cramps had you curling onto your side miserably. Climbing over you, he curled up behind you, tucking one arm under your pillow. 

With his other hand, he slid it back to your tummy. His hand spanned your tummy and the warmth of it felt so good. With just enough pressure, he lightly massaged you there, the cramps easing.

He pressed kisses to the back of your neck, affectionate presses like a summer rain. Slowly, you began to relax, enjoying the way his warm breath fanned across your neck and ear. You pressed back against the strength and heat of him as he held you, breathing deeply until sleep finally claimed you.

Thank you 🙏🙏🙏

[hedgeytheswitch]

Happy new year everyone!

I love each and every one of you

I’ve made a lot of friends in this community and I’m really excited to meet @youreviller in January and share some ticklish times with him 😆 I’m also excited to see Scotland for the first time with a dear friend of mine 🥰 I know both trips are gonna be great fun! I’m looking forward to the experiences they will bring ☺️ if all goes well I might even do it again 😆 I would also like to thank a few special people in this community who have seen me through the good and not so good days....I do have a few bad qualities in myself that I’m not proud of, I can be bossy and do stupid things and say stupid things and be selfish 🤦🏻‍♀️😣 and I do apologise if sometimes these qualities rear their ugly heads. So I’m gonna just say a very big THANK YOU 😊 to those special wonderful friends of mine who forgive my bad traits and put a smile back on my face 😌

@istaritickle @scrumptiouslyholypatrol @youreviller @ticklishtummy19971 @tickle-her-senseless @bmw1425 @thefunstarts

🤗🤗 thank you all and have a wonderful new year

[follow-bsdtakanenohana-instead]

last otp questions 2/2

23) mostly relaxing with the occasional wild.

25) no we don’t do PDA. but poor Saeran gets annoyed always being the third wheel in his own home 😂

26) our dream forever home is in the country! right now we live in the suburbs.

26) our dream forever home is in the country! right now we live in the suburbs.

27) he’s red I’m pink.

28) yes we both are. we’re going to therapy and we make sure to look out for the other’s mental and emotional health in our daily life ❤️

29) Saeyoung loves when I kiss his nose and cheeks and really all over his face. But he melts when I kiss his neck or collarbone :3 I love getting kisses from him, it doesn’t matter where (although I am ticklish) but I melt when he kisses my neck too.

30) sometimes.

31) rarely.

32) me.

33) safe.

34) 😳 you might think biting but I don’t list biting as a kink if you do it platonically too. it’s like a form of kissing lol. he thinks the same. we’ve both worn cat ears when, uh, having sex. at different times. it was only once each but I think we should keep doing that 😏 I even have a collar with a bell for him. I’ve also been wanting to blindfold him at least once, since I don’t like when he sees certain parts of me. I think he might be interested in fake tying up (where it looks like someone is tied but actually they’re not so they’re not being taken advantage of) for both of us… we’ll see.

35) every year I plan on giving him a long love letter. Seven gives me something amazing like the first Valentine’s Day.

36) we do not fight often but when we do it’s miserable for both of us. we love each other so much when we’re not getting along it hurts so bad. we make up by talking.

37) oh gosh… we’re both verses/switches.

38) what is with the sex questions?! I don’t know what type of sex we’re having. Loving. Fun. Passionate.

39) I don’t even know. both probably.

40) neither. we both have a lot of movies we love and watch a lot.

41) Saeyoung would die of heartbreak if I were to die now. I just know he would. he really couldn’t live without me. I would also be heartbroken and live the rest of my life in immense pain, but I would live.

42) we don’t know that yet 😣

43) yes we both want kids. why else do you think we keep having fun, passionate loving sex lol

44) oh my. I hope we spend it with each other assuring each other of our love and final wishes.

[magma-queen]

For the get to know me asks, I’ll ask #17, 30, 51, 62, 63, 74 >:3, 84, 95, and 96!

17- Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who would love me for ONLY me and who I am. Who would respect me and look at me like I’m a goddess, even if I look far from it lmfao. I’m super insecure and having someone reassure me that I’m beautiful no matter what would be 😍

30- How many pillows do you sleep with? Usually 2, but I have a big Wailord plush I use as a pillow from time to time.

51- Are you scared of spiders? YES. And I know they’re helpful for getting rid of pesky insects and other things but 😣 Sorry spiders, I won’t kill you but I don’t wanna be around you either

62- Are you a good singer? I like to think I am, but I really don’t know. I usually sing along with videos or songs instead of listening to just my voice

63- Biggest fear? Heights. Jesus Christ I can’t even get up on a ladder without freaking out.

74- Are you ticklish? Oh ha ha ha. You’re hilarious 😉 noooo not at all 🤪

84- What color is your hair? Brown and blond.

95- What are your weaknesses? Concerning bad weaknesses, I’d say criticism. I’ve grown up in an abusive household so I always take stuff personally

96- How did you get your name? Sarah from the Bible, mainly. But also because my name apparently also means ‘Princess’

[fluffallamaful]

10-13?

questions from this post

10. What is your choice of music at 2 a.m.?

🤔 definitely depends on my mood and where i am. if i’m driving then it’s usually super hype stuff,, but if i’m just at home then i go with much more stuff,, usually magical instrumentals lmao

11. Ticklish hug, yes or no?

yes 🥺

12. What, in your opinion, is 10/10 fiction? (It could be a TV series, movie, book, game, or anything.)

ok look,, im biased to my childhood. but shrek.

shrek’s storyline is epic. the character development is epic. the castle race on mondo in shrek 2 (with i need a hero playing in the background) is incredible. i just love how they incorporated so many classic movies into one coherent storyline. 10/10 fiction for sure 😂

13. Are there any tools you’d like to be tickled with? Are there any tools you’d like to tickle someone with?

🫠 why is this one so embarrassing to answer

ok im going to go a bit out of the box here,, just coz i don’t see it much. but gloves?? i don’t know What it is about them, but the idea of being sporadically tickled by someone wearing gloves is so incredibly flusteryyyy 😣. i think it’s just coz it removes the potential for accidental scratches or skin pinches that can sometimes happen in tickles. so it quite literally only tickles. it also could be linked to childhood memories of being tickled with hand puppets and whatnot heh

as for a tool i’d like to use,, it’s kinda more linked to what would get the best reaction out of the lee. like what ever one gets them giggling the most. but massage guns or literally just fingers nails (if you count them) are probably my favourites. like if a lee is particularly sensitive to tracing? ☹️

[hedgeytheswitch]

One nightmare one tickle dream 💓

First I had an awful nightmare where Pennywise from IT was trying to kill me! 😖 I was so scared in my dream I couldn’t move I knew he was behind me so I kept my eyes away. I tried to focus on something else, then I heard him tapping on the glass behind me I wanted to be brave and tell IT I wasn’t afraid 😣 but when I turned around and saw him he was doing that horrible teeth thing! It scared me so much I was hyperventilating in real life 😦 John had to wake me up “babe wake up what’s wrong?” I told him about the nightmare he was sleepy but understood 😓 after a cuddle and putting my mind at ease I then had a wonderful tickle dream ☺️ I was in a class with this other girl and we both got tickled my the teacher 🙈 he kept taking turns tickling us and he knew about my thighs being really really ticklish so every time he squeezed them I went into silent laughter 😂🤦🏻‍♀️ THAT was a much nicer dream to finish on.....

I’m ok now thankfully 😅 John knows when I hyperventilate to wake me up! Because it means I’m having a nightmare 😣 but when I giggle in my sleep that means I’m having a dream about either John, a past session or someone tickling me ☺️