#bed tickle

[sweetsundaeicy47]

[teddybeartoji]

toji poking his head under your shirt and nipping at your tummy when you don't want to get up in the morning:(((((

[teamfortraven]

Follow up-follow up-follow up post. I just spent the last 4 hours on this guys I think I have a little bit of a problem, just a small one /s but yeah here's the promised revenge bit. Man can NOT handle his own medicine.

And now I will go sleep for a billion years and eat a basket full of eggs when I awaken because mmm iron deficiency.

[hahanamegobrrrr]

THINGS THAT WOULD BE VERY MEAN AND ILLEGAL TO DO TO ME…. a post filled with very rough tkl doodles

1. hugging me from behind so i am trapped and cannot get away……. VERY EVIL (bonus evil points if you are whispering/quietly teasing gently right into my ear 😵‍💫)

2. MAKING ME HOLD MY ARMS UP ALL BY MYSELF… and you’ll only tkl me if i keep my arms up… if i move them down you stop and don’t start again until i put them back…. it would be VERY EVIL AND MEAN if you did this >:(

3. if you are fully above me at all and/or pinning my arms….. THE EVILEST. especially if you then move my hands to be pinned under your knees…. so you can do whatever you want with both your hands… very rude (extra extra evil if you combine this with making me hold my own arms up instead. the most illegal combo weapon that could destroy the planet with its evil power)

CONCLUSION: all these scenarios are VERY EVIL and someone needs to I MEAN NO ONE BETTER try them on me, right now, please

reblogs are appreciated <3

[katchleeifyoucan]

here’s an idea.

you begin our session by revealing your worst spot, but i can’t take advantage of it right away.

instead, i set a timer for 10 minutes. and i spend those 10 minutes learning every other spot that gets you squirming. and once they’re up, i get to begin exploring your worst spot…

i set a timer for 1 minute. i spend it trying different methods on that little death spot of yours. but when it’s over, i have to move on.

i set a timer for 9 minutes. 9 minutes of relief. you’re welcome. i spend this time exploring new spots and methods. but when they’re up, it’s back to your worst.

i set a timer for 1 minute. and, well, you can imagine how i’d spend that minute…

and we repeat. i decrease the amount of time i spend on your non death spots but keep the amount of time i spend on that death spot the same. but it’s only 1 minute. you can handle it.

soon enough. it’ll be a solid 3 minutes of me tickling your second worst spot followed by 1 minute of me tickling your worst.

but hey, it won’t be that bad. your death spot will only ever be tickled for 1 minute at a time.

that is, until we’ve run out of time for all those other spots. and when that happens… well, then i take advantage of everything i’ve learned over the last 65 minutes. and you fucking take it.

minors/ageless blogs dni

[strawbbfluff]

wanna be overpowered just a lil

[otomiyaa]

Day 24: Bully

Sylus x MC/Reader | Nim's Lovely Tickletober 

Word Count: 700

You were rubbing and wiping for your dear life. The stains weren't going out of your dress and you were really out of patience now!

"Hello kitten." You gasped and looked up to see Sylus entering the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned against it.

"What just happened?" he asked. You glared.

"You were there. You saw what happened. It was that cursed bird."

"Mephisto is innocent. I clearly saw you started it. Why can't you get along with a bird?" He gazed at the red wine on your dress, and he chuckled.

Yeah. Sylus literally couldn't turn away from you for one second without you and Mephisto bullying each other behind his back. It was just a fact that after all this time you still couldn't get along with the damn bird very well.

Maybe Sylus was right, it was you who started it. But you never started anything without Mephisto provoking you first. This time it resulted in that beast basically flying right at you. It wasn't him that spilled your wine - you did it, but it happened because of Mephisto. He just surprised you.

"Mephisto is just a bully," you whined, and you sighed. Normally you wouldn't worry about stains that much, but.... You blushed. Sylus was the one who gave you this dress. It made you feel pretty and you wanted to treasure it. Sylus smirked and approached you slowly.

"A bully, hmm? Then what does that make you?" You held your breath and stood back against the sink. Sylus continued to approach slowly until you had nowhere to go without touching him first.

"If you're calling me a bully, that's unfair, If anyone deserves that title, it's you," you argued. Sylus raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue.

"Is that so?" You already tingled with desire when you saw him lift his hands, and he slowly reached for you. He brought them to your hips and squeezed them gently.

"I'm a bully?" he asked, leaning closer until you were almost kissing. You nodded slowly.

"Very much," you whispered. In your dirty thoughts, you were already making love to him, right here in the bathroom, under or on top of the sink, with your stained dress discarded in a heap on the floor. But as it appeared, Sylus had different plans.

"Good. If you say so, then I can be your bully," Sylus said, and just when you opened your mouth slightly to welcome a hot kiss with tongue and everything, you suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on your hips, and you let out a yelp.

"HEhey!" You stumbled, but Sylus held you firmly, keeping you steady and tickling you both at the same time.

"What? Did you expect something else?" he asked. He was a bully alright. You giggled and shook your head. Your entire skin tingled when you felt him curl his fingers under the fabric of your dress, trailing up your thighs and tickling you there. It tickled so bad, yet felt so good, it was driving you insane already while he had barely started.

"Stohohop!" you whined, your hands gripping his shirt. First you shoved, without him even budging, and then you clenched more tightly, shaking weakly when he continued to touch and tickle you.

"I'm only tickling you just a little. Such a sensitive kitten," Sylus teased as he continued to scribble his fingers against your ticklish skin - this time aiming at your poor inner thighs. You almost sank through your knees and gasped, holding him tightly for balance.

"Syluhuhus!" you laughed. Pressed in between him and the sink, you could only feel the overwhelming sensations, and when those sensations moved up further under your dress with your evil lover tickling your abdomen and lower sides, your arms and legs finally lost their strength and you sank through your knees. That was also when Sylus picked you up and placed you on the sink.

Now standing between your legs, he smirked up at you while he continued to tickle.

"Am I living up to the bully reputation?" he asked. You could only respond with more giggles.

"You're the wohohorst,' you laughed. Sylus chuckled.

"Good. Come here." Finally he kissed you, but he also wouldn't stop tickling you, and with the position you were currently in, you thought that maybe your fantasies from earlier were going to come true after all, but not without him tickling you to death first...

Insp: canon episodes beef with a bird.

[awkward-fink]

Waiting for them to come Home (Part 2)

(Because I forgot to add some of the men we all love, didnt I?) Just imagine you are back on the couch, waiting for days now, your body laid out on the cushions, a soft blanket draped over you to protect you from the chill of the night. And you wait for the door to open, for your lover, your husband, your better half to finally come home again.

Alejandro doesnt try to be silent, even though it is the middle of the night, his gear thumping to the floor and his footsteps surely carrying him towards the kitchen first, opening the still warm pot to swipe a finger through the food, tasting it greedily. But soon he walks towards the living room, finding you and a brilliant smile lights up his face. He is quick to scoop you up and over his shoulder, hands splayed on your ass as he carries your spluttering and quickly awakened form up the stairs, promising to make up for lost time. His hand never leaves your ass all the way up, feeling and groping as he goes, body already burning. 'Mi armor, wake up, i brought some presents for you and the biggest of them is me!'

Rodolfo, that sweet big man, is quiet as he comes into your shared home. He knows you are surely waiting for him, you had always done it when he was late from his assignments. And lo and behold, there you are, curled around his pillow on the couch. A soft smile on his lips, he kneels beside you, caressing your cheeks and whispering softly to you. His big hands easily lift you into his arms, his cheek against yours, further whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soft kisses trailing along your nose until you scrunch it just the way he loves, waking you softly before he takes you to bed with you. 'Told you so often you dont need to wait up, Love. Warms my heart though, so good to me. Don't worry, im not gonna let you outta bed until I had my fill of your kisses.'

Horangi is a strange mixture of reactions. On one side, he always told you to not wait up, to sleep in the bed and be comfortable, he wouldnt mind. On the other hand, seeing you sleeping on the couch, clearly waiting for him to come back, has his heart just slightly racing, as if he had the dice in his hand and was only one throw away from the biggest Jackpot of his life. He hesitates for a second, just taking in your pose, his smile turning into an amused smirk as he sees you drooling in your sleep. Will take a picture to blackmail you with in the morning before unceremoniously putting you over his shoulder and climbing up the stairs, laughing at your sleepy mumbles and your hands steadying yourself on his hips and ass. 'Don't worry Byeolbit (my starlight, if Goggle is correct...), you can touch that some more in just a few minutes. After we both took a shower, one of us reeks and I am not sure its me.' Will pull you with himself under the shower, doesn't care about your PJ's or your sleepdrunk state.

König doesnt know what to do. He is big and burly and strong and he is scared to touch you, you look like a small doll so cosily curled up on the cushions and he really doesnt want to wake you but if you sleep like *this* its gonna be hell on your back and neck and he doesnt want it. That big man is fluttering helplessly around you, hands reaching out before pulling back without touching you, nearly whining underneath his breaths in indecision before he finally, after minutes, settles on poking your cheek gently. 'Liebling (Love, Honey), you awake? You are gonna hurt in the morning... Let me... Let me just...' His words taper off as you blink drowsily at him, so comfy but also so very happy he is home that you cling to him like a koala. His big arms wrap around you, his face flushing so bright he wonders if you can see it shining red in the darkness of your shared home. He is so very careful with every step he climbs up the stairs, one arm around your back, the other underneath your ass as he carries you without problem.

[unusual-ly]

He looks so ominous obscured by shadow *^*

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi hello I work this weekend and I'm beyond over it but here's a quick tododeku dabble cause the new episode made me ugly cry and Lee!Todoroki makes me feel better <3

CW: Foot Tickles, very very mild suggestive humor

Todoroki was going to die. No, really- he was!

Hiding in the first closet he found, he held his breath in wait- his heart racing a mile a minute. It was so loud he was sure his pursuer was using it to track him.

The thought alone was nearly enough to make him laugh- he bit his lip to keep down the giggles.

“Shooootooo!” The voice was close. Todoroki straightened up, freezing all over with his hands clamped to his lips. He heard footsteps coming closer, the sound of soft laughter muffled by the door. When they suddenly stopped, he nearly gasped.

Then, they kept on walking.

Todoroki didn’t move- stiff as a statue as he waited. He waited until he couldn’t hear the footsteps any longer, until the anticipation in his bones yielded enough to return feeling to his limbs. Then, and only then did he open the door and look.

The dorm hall was empty. The background was filled with sounds of his fellow classmates in various rooms going about their day. He listened for a moment longer.

Nothing. The coast seemed to be clear. He dashed out as silently as he could, running for the safety of his room-

Something slithered around his ankle. Black Whip- Midoriya’s additional quirk. He was down and out in seconds.

“Nooo!” He cried out, already laughing as he was dragged across the floor. “Don’t! Please! Have mercy on me!”

“Mercy is for the weak!” Midoriya cried back, his villain facade fading with his own giggles as Todoroki clawed at the floor. The whole gesture reminded him of a reluctant cat. “Beg all you want- you belong to me now!”

“That doesn’t sound too bad thou-AHH!” Todoroki let out a shriek when he was finally within Midoriya’s reach, his boyfriend scoping up his ankle with ease. “Waahhahit nohohohot thahahhat!”

“Huh?” Do that” you said?” He cooed, slowly dragging his fingers against Todoroki’s socked sole. “Eager aren’t we? If you wanted me to tickle you this bad, you could have just stayed put! Very well then- tickle tickle tickle!”

Todoroki could only thrash about on the floor, his laughter taking a new pitch as he struggled to grab at Midoriya’s hands. “Dohohohoohn’t yoohhoohu dhahahahare! Gehahahahahha, cohohohome ohohohohn!” He let out a small squeal when Midoriya focused on a particularly bad spot along the base of his toes, nearly making him slam his head into the floor with how much he squirmed. “Mihihihidoriya, pleahhahahahase!”

“Hehe, you look like a fish! It’s like I’m wrangling in the catch of the day!” The green haired hero laughed as he took a seat, Todoroki’s foot still trapped in his grasp as he watched the other flail and cackle. Seeing him smiling so suddenly gave him a terrible idea.

“Somewhere, beyond the sea,” He began to sing.

“DOOHOHOOHN’T YOOHOHOHOU DAHHAHAHRE!” Todoroki cackled, pounding the ground beneath him as he struggled between hiding his flushed face or kicking at the other with his free foot. “HHAHAHHAHVE MEHEHEHRCY!”

“Someone is waiting for meeee~” Deku drew out the notes as he skittered his fingers up his boyfriend’s foot with a flourish, melting at the hiccupy laughs he produced. “And I forgot the rest of the wooooords~” He gave the trapped foot within his grasp one last tickle before releasing him, crawling up his tired frame and coming to a stop at his exhausted but oh so lovely smile. “Something something, I love you. That’s how the song goes, right?”

“Eheheheheh..hehehee..suhuhure. Let’s go with thahaht..” Todoroki groaned, running a hand through his messy bangs as he struggled for composure. When he could finally catch a breath, he glared halfheartedly up at his smiling boyfriend. “You’re terrible- who hooks someone in with their quirk and tickles their feet like that?”

“I do!” Midoriya laughed openly, making Todoroki giggle as well. “I should go fishing more often- I caught myself one heck of a beauty!”

“So you did. Bet you can’t wait to show off to the guys what you reeled in.”

“Heck no- they can go eat fish sticks out of the freezer. I already told you- you’re all mine.” Midoriya leaned in, kissing him slowly and gently- just the way he liked it. Todoroki could feel his heart racing, warmth spreading through his core and making his toes curl. Oh how he loved the way Midoriya kissed him.

“We should go somewhere. Before someone interrupts.” He somehow managed to gasp out when they pulled away- his brain and lips suddenly working far slower than he’d like.

“Sure. Your room or mine?” When did Midoriya get this bold? He could feel his entire face burn brightly at the question, worsening when the little bastard smiled knowingly. “You’re so pretty when you blush, Shoto.”

“I’m gonna dump ice down your back if you keep acting up.” Todoroki threatened, once again unable to hold on to any real glare as he was swept off his feet, carried away to whichever room Midoriya picked. “You’re lucky I love you- else I’d turn you into a human ice sculpture.”

The green haired teen merely leaned in and kissed him again, that warm feeling coming back like a cozy blanket on a chilly day. “I love you too.”

Thanks for reading! :D

[lovemybluebully]

Fuck!!!

Literally just gave myself a fucking heart attack right now. 😱 Was working on my fic and accidentally somehow selected all the text and erased everything I had written! Hit the Undo and Back buttons and it wasn't coming back and started to panic. Reopened the document and frantically started pounding CTRL-Z and felt the biggest relief when it all reappeared. Holy shit. I would've been so upset if I had lost all of that work. 😭

It's well over 4k words now and I STILL have sections that need to be filled in. Hope it will be worth the wait though. 😛

[teamfortraven]

Hyperfixation continues

Bonus bc help :[

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

Here's some quick Christmasy doodles cause I'm feeling pretty into the holiday spirit :)

(click for better quality!!)

[nerdykorgi]

some fanart of Werewalker Hunter from the amazing fic "The Golden Brother" by @captainmera

I love this fic so much, its so much fun to read and the writing is so good i just askncfhtuydbavhurejfdb

Mera does such a good job at writing each character and im very excited to see where the story goes :D

also sketch of Hunter in the mindscape with Caleb, artemis, and the selkiedomus

i am a sucker for dad Caleb content and this fic gives me life i swear to titan he makes me feral

Anyways I hope you like it Mera! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

...

They also have a really cool comic called "In Blood We Rise" and its rlly cool and u should rlly go read it 👀

[thebest-medicine]

Day 17: Interrogation

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb 

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: [continuation of day 10] Beau is determined to get Caleb to sing like a bird, even though she already knows the song. 

[ao3 link]

Words: 1.4k

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“Ah, wait, Beauregard, there’s no need for—”

“Shut up, ya little shit. I know this was you. It has been for weeks now.” Her glare morphed swiftly into a smirk. “And I know just how to get you to fess up.”

“Wait—” Caleb stammered as he backed up toward her bed, cheeks lit up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about— please.”

“Wanna talk now, make it a little easier on yourself?” 

Caleb was stubborn, they both knew it. Beau stared at him for a few long seconds, waiting. 

He stayed silent.

Then, she shrugged, still smiling. “No, of course not. I figured. Don’t worry, they all talk eventually.” 

She cracked her knuckles, the sound causing Caleb’s eyes to flick down to her hands. He swallowed, his legs meeting the foot of her bed. Shit. 

“Now then.”

“Wait- please, I—” Caleb implored her, eyes wide. “I didn’t even do anything!” 

“Bullshit.” She pushed him gently but firm onto the bed. He stared up at her like a caught rabbit, heart hammering in his chest. She almost felt bad for everything she was about to put him through. Almost. 

 It was easier than breathing to maneuver the wet mop of a wizard around on the mattress. She straddled his waist, crushing both hands to his sides with her thighs. Caleb put up a good show of squirming, but it wasn’t what anyone could truly call a fight. Beau loomed over him, her fuming annoyance from earlier already melting away easily to play. But, she had to keep up the charade. 

And besides, she was curious to know how this tickle magic shit worked.

Caleb scrunched up under her, wincing as hands drew nearer. He bit his lip, shaking his head. 

“Telllllll me. Or this is gonna get a lot woo-oorse.” Beau explained in a sing-song tease that seemed to derive from the mouth of a tiefling. 

Caleb shut his eyes as he flinched hard just as Beauregard’s fingers touched down on his stomach, unmoving but steady. He took a shaky breath, making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat.

“What, you’ve moved on from denial to the silent treatment? We’ll see how long that lasts.” Beau snickered. “Let’s get you talkin’.”

Deadly, accurate, precise, and fast — so fucking fast. Beau’s damned fingers scribbled wild patterns and shapes lightly all over Caleb’s midriff. They traced along his belly and wiggled into the negligible space his sides and his arms. They prodded a few times at his lowest ribs and poked at his hips. Caleb wheezed, barely holding in a shout. He couldn’t help but snicker madly into his shoulder where he tried his best to hide. She started tickling quicker, pinching here and there too. Soon Caleb lost his battle and the room lit up with his laughter. 

Beau laughed along triumphantly. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe I need to go up a little higher?” She poked along his short ribs and he squealed.

“Nohohoho!” Caleb protested through frantic laughter. “Beahahaahau! Don’t- dohohohon’t!” 

“Such a way with words. Care to tell me more about what you were up to in the store, then?” 

“Neihihihin, plehease!” 

“Well now. You’re just begging me to go for the ribs, then, you know.” 

“Nohohohoho!” 

“Yeeeeees!” Beau teased right back. She began the crawl, moving up from his lowest ribs slow and deliberate. 

Caleb buckled, his legs kicking out as his head shook in protest. Not fucking there. “Wahahahait! Bitte, dohohon’t! PleheasEE NOHOHO—” He pulled his elbows in as closely as he could for protection. 

Beau grunted in frustration, and through his cackling Caleb picked up her saying. “—stupid lanky arms in the way.” 

A welcome respite came not a moment later when Beau took her hands away, and then she lifted her weight off of him. Caleb heaved a few breaths, unsure if it was over. When Beau looked back at him, though, and tugged one arm out before resecuring him in place, he knew it wasn’t. 

“Wait, Beau no! Don’t!” Caleb cried, wiggling his arm frantically in an attempt to pull free of her iron grip. 

Beau ignored him, moving his arm up and pinning it over his head with ease. Caleb practically whimpered under her, eyes big and scared like a lost puppy. “Look, man, you know what I wanna know. You don’t have to put yourself through all this.” Beau insisted. She wiggled her fingers toward his armpit to make him jump. 

Caleb was the one to grunt frustratedly this time. He knew there was an out. And he knew Beau was as stubborn as he was. This was only going to end one way. Yet here he was, thinking instead of talking.

“Alright, you were warned.” Beau smirked and instead of returning to the crawl up his side and ribs, she started up at his wrist and marched her fingers down his arm. She already had him squirming by the elbow. He was trying to twist and wriggle away inches before she made it to his armpit. Caleb howled with laughter and frantic giggles as she scribbled in place for a while until he went from red to pink. Going for the kill, Beau tickled a bit lower, pinching and scratching at his ribs with nimble fingers. 

Caleb was shouting with laughter, his voice wheezing and hoarse. His eyes welled up with tears that splashed in tiny pitters from the edges of his lashes. He couldn’t fight her off. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t take that fucking spot. Why did he have to be so damn sensitive on top of being so damn weak? Caleb tried to say something when Beau started digging her knuckles in to the tops of his ribs and Caleb shrieked. 

A few moments longer, and Beau stopped, watching him catch his breath with an expectant look in her eye. Eventually, she prompted him, “well?” 

“I- I, well, first of all, I hate you.” Caleb laughed shakily. 

Beau made a grab for his rib cage again and Caleb yelped. 

“Fine! Fine, ja, it was me. I’m sorry!” Caleb’s tickled-out grin added a comical look of insincerity to the apology. 

“I told you, I know it was.” Beau huffed. “I wanna know how you did it.” 

“It’s- it’s a spell.” Caleb explained, still giggling through his words. “Nothing of my own making, a relatively common spell — Unseen Servant. It can be used for lots of things, tasks, and whatever you ask really.”

“So it’s not a tickle spell?” 

Caleb laughed at that, blushing more. “No, no that is simply one of many uses.” 

“….Can Jester learn it, do you think?” 

Caleb and Beau stared at one another, a look of worry on their faces before bursting into laughter. 

“Alright. Well. I’m not gonna tell everyone yet.” Beau narrowed her eyes. “You gotta help me get Yasha with it though.” She winked.

Caleb nodded, and finally his hand was released.

Beau slide off to the side of him and patted his cheek, letting his noodle arms flail weakly back to cover his sides and wipe away the residual tingles of sensation. 

He flinched when she moved to try to help him sit up, and she laughed. “Relax, I’m done.” She nudged him. “For now.”

Caleb crumpled in on himself in relief, a tiny sound slipping from him involuntarily that made Beau laugh even harder.

“Bold move, provoking us like that.. Secret’s safe with me for now but I’m not helping you whenever someone else figures it out. You’re gonna get yourself into trouble if you keep using it to set people after Fjord.” Beau raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “And when Jester figures it out.” 

Caleb swallowed nervously. “Well, as I said it’s, it’s not just a spell for… that. It can be used for all sorts of tasks. I think I should stick to those for a while.” He continued, answering a few questions Beau posed on the parameters of the magic.

“Sounds like a cool utility spell — I’m impressed.” She punched his shoulder as lightly as she could manage. He still flinched. “Why’d you even think to use it on us like that though? Had to know we’d figure it out eventually.”

“Perhaps I- perhaps I just wanted a chance to participate in your shenanigans without being constantly victimized.” 

“Mmmm, and how’s that working out for you, buddy?” 

Caleb laughed, letting his head lull back against the floor. “Ja…not so great.”