#don’t take this post and think i can’t ler >:(

[wiggly-giggly]

TK Headcanons — Vox

-> he is definitely a switch, most definitely ler-leaning. about 60% a ler, and 40% a lee.

-> this man has claws on his hands. literal sharp, perfectly teasy claws at the ready at any hour of the day. they are perfect tools, and he knows how to use them. what can he say? he’s been ,, practising,

-> probably would only tickle velvette and valentino, and definitely a partner if he had one that isn’t either of the two prior mentioned.

-> he’s such a tease, dear god. he wouldn’t really compliment his lee’s laughter unless he was close with them, but he will make remarks and comments on how they react to his methods.

-> “wow! this is a bad spot, huh? look at you! you’re practically red! you can’t be this fucking ticklish, can you? now, i wonder what happens if i move over here?”

-> he is one for the chase. and he’s not going to play fair. here’s your friendly reminder that he can materialize himself into a simple bolt of lightning. vox will let you run for a short while, until you’re out of his sight , or until you think that you’re safe. and then he will materialize himself, sending himself over in front of you, and bask in your shocked reaction.

-> we’ve mentioned this in a different post, but say vox is alternatively not up to chase you around, let alone sneak up on you or launch an overt attack. he will find a way to trace and skitter his claws of fingers on your skin with one hand, the other being more preoccupied with what he is doing . maybe he’s easing a book, maybe he’s looking over files. but nothing is stopping that smirk from growing on his screen. and he’ll act like he’s not doing anything either.

-> “hm? i don’t get what’s so funny over there, you should be doing your work. it’s too early to be making so much noise.”

-> okay okay heading on to more lee headcanons, his antenna will make him MELT. wiggle your fingers on it, and he will stumble/fall. he’s lucky he’s so tall ; no one will be able to access it in day to day situations. unless he’s getting wrecked.

-> he has a laugh akin to that of a boisterous one, maybe even a cackle. if he is tickled long enough, it becomes more staticky.

-> hips, hips, HIPS, kings queens and in betweens. his hips are sooooo, so bad. they make the guy howl , or his voice crack more. focus on this area long enough, and he is sure to bluescreen in minutes.

-> okay, his shoulders and upper back? these will sent him into a giggle fit if touched/tickled lightly. you need to squeeze his shoulders if you want to get him to actually laugh. that is, if you get him to agree to a shoulder massage. he’s usually got his guard up about this kind of stuff, unless he is tired .

-> honestly, if you try to tickle him when he is more on guard, he’s definitely going to pretend that he can’t feel it and ask what you’re doing — maybe even sporting a grin before he plots to turn the tables over onto you.

-> his ribs makes him squeallll, just a fun fact! so do the backs of his knees <3. but, vox (again) usually has his guard up , and will most likely catch you if you try to take him by surprise. the spaces between his ribs are worse, and his body will jerk as if he has been shocked.

-> if he’s being tickled, he will (moreso emptily) threaten his ler(s) through his laughter, unless he is talking about revenge here. oh no sir, he will seek that out once he has the chance to. but , as long as he is close with the people that are making him fluster and scream with laughter , he will not truly mean those threats that pour from his lips.

-> vox genuinely does like aftercare after his ler has had their fix. it’s not like he’d go actively asking for it afterward, nor will he say that he likes it, but he will be grateful if he is given even a douse of aftercare after a round or two of tickling.

[hearts444innie]

Just ask!

Lee: I.N

Ler: Chan

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Yuhhh I’m back!! I was supposed to post this on the first of June but I got a bit lazy (╥_╥)

Uhh anyways here it is eat up babies!! ٩(ᐛ)و

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Jeongin was in a problem….now jeongin had a love/hate relationship with skin contact but when it came to tickling it was rather…confusing to him

Did he love or hate it?, a while ago he was tickled by Han and when thinking back on it he had a feeling..he couldn’t really describe it it was like a need..he craved it so much.

“Crap…I need to pull myself together I can’t be thinking like this”

He tried to distract himself with anything else but he couldn’t get rid of this feeling so he did research a bit on it but really didn’t get much information on it until he thought of something….maybe his lovely hyung leader would know?, yet he was scared and a bit shy to even talk to him about this..

Morning passes and jeongin still couldn’t get the guts to talk to Chan about this feeling and while he was lost in his own thoughts Chan was one to notice how off innie was all day and notice at dinner that the young boy was zoning out and Chans father skills kicked in knowing he had to check up on him

Jeongin was laying on his bed everytime he thought about tickling it really flustered him he just couldn’t talk to anyone about it, heck he couldn’t say the word either after a while he got up and slowly made his way to the leaders room filled with nervousness.

He took a deep breath before entering.

“H-hyung..i-can I talk to you about something?” Chan sat there as if he had expected the boy to come in “so do I innie come sit next to me” jeongin was baffled and sat with him.

“I’ll save you the trouble for this sweetie I already know” jeongin stayed quiet processing what just left the leaders mouth “w-what?? How-??”

“Simple I looked at your phone and saw you were trying to do research” the fox boy sat there face filled with redness

“It’s cute tho that the word tickle can get you all like this~”

Jeongin slowly got up face getting more red if possible “y-you know im tired so maybe we can save this for another day haha-“ Chan cuts the boy off “nope I’m helping my baby~” jeongin booked it to the door now regretting having this talk “oh no you don’t Cutie” Chan lifted the boy up wrapping his arms around his legs and taking him back to the bed “now let me help you innie”

“H-hyung-“

“Shush sweetheart you know you want me to help you so let me do so okay?”

The boy nodded shyly letting him do so, Chan started off light and soft softly tickling his sides as jeongin still protested a bit

“Hyuhung pleahease stohohp” Chan continued to tease his sides as jeongin started fake protesting this and Chan could tell he was acting like he didn’t want this.

“Fine I’ll go harder than” he dug into his ribs “STOHOP TEASING MEHEHE HAHAHAHA!”

“Why didn’t you come to me about this cutie?~”

“STAHAHP YOUR MEAN!”

“Oh ok I’ll stop” Chan stopped keeping his fingers above the boys belly and jeongin started whining not meaning for it to actually stop “hyungggg”

“What? Little one you said for me to stop or were you lying hm~?” He said as he wiggled his fingers at him

“Stoppp teasing me k-keep going…please” I.n said quietly getting shy all over again

“Awww cute! Baby bread wants this so adorable~” Chan went back to tickling the cutie

“EEK! HYUHAHANG NAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE”

“My little fox is too ticklish can he not handle this~”

Chan tickled each rib again but slowly making the boy go insane “NOHOHOH! STOP AHAHAHAHAH-!”

Chan gave no mercy and continued for a while longer until he saw the boy getting weak so he decided to finish off.

“Get ready sweetie~” Chan blew raspberries on his neck nonstop.

“NOHOHOHOHO-NO AHHH! NOHOT THEHRE PLEHEHEASE CHANNIE HYUNG AHAHAH-!!”

“One more place foxy~” he blew a raspberry on his bellybutton “NO NAHAHAHAH AHH! STOPP” the boy squirmed violently trying to make it stop

“Alright I’m done!” Chan said smiling at the adorable boy who was worn out “haah I hate you-“

“Come here cutie let’s go get ice cream as a reward for taking this”

So they went for ice cream and jeongin got a sugar rush in the end of it 💀

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This one really burnt my brain I was thinking so hard on this one when writing it but yayyy liked how this one turned out (•̀ᴗ•́)و

[minnielvrr]

I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if so can I have lee changbin and ler chan and hyunjin? those two duos have been constantly on my mind I can’t take it anymore (and because I really like how you interpret changbin)

if you’re not accepting requests it’s okay, but do you have any requests for me? curious 🙈

love ya <3

Thanks for the request! I hope it's okay that I added a few more members🤭

Strongest...right?

Lee: Changbin Lers: Hyunjin, Seungmin, Felix, Chan Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Happy (belated) Birthday Binnie babes~ This was supposed to be posted on his birthday...anyway hope you guys like this!🤗💞

Renewing their contract had been a much more emotional moment for the kids than they’d anticipated. So, Chan and Felix had called for a game night to both celebrate the occasion and cheer everyone up.

They’d ordered beer and fried chicken and pizza and burgers as well as some champagne for sweet little Lixie. The generous variety of food was spread on the dining table, courtesy of Binnie who had graciously splurged for the special day.

And just for the thrill of it, the kids who’d quickly gotten buzzed, challenged the strong dwaekki to an arm wrestling comprox— competition.

He’d beaten all the paper-thin humans easily but next he was faced with Minho, Jeongin, Chan and Han . The three monkeys who’d already lost, were messing around and giggling drunkenly.

Eventually, they got bored and moved to sit around their strongest hyung to watch the rest of the competition.

Binnie had his hands intertwined with Han’s, ready to battle it out, the quokka’s cocky claims only serving as motivation to win at all costs.

While Changbin was hyper focused on his seemingly inevitable win, a certain ferret was conspiring, his fingers slowly inching towards the oblivious dwaekki.

Hyunjin sneakily scribbled over Binnie’s elbow for fun, shrieking with amused laughter when the dwaekki flinched away with a growl, ripping his hand free from Han’s and tucking his elbow away safely in his tummy.

A light pink color seeped into Binnie’s round cheeks, a giddy embarrassment filling his body when he heard their leader snickering at his reaction.

He turned to glare at the ferret, who was now smiling innocently at him, as if he hadn't just interrupted the game. “What’s wrong hyungie? I was only trying to help you out~” He batted his eyelashes at the older, acting cute for him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Keep your hands to yourself, Hyunjin-ah!” Binnie let him off with a fond huff, the crinkled corners of his eyes giving away his affection for the younger. But the moment he clasped his hand with Han again, the three besides him began plotting.

One exchanged look had spoken a thousand urgent words and Han gripped Binnie’s hand tightly with a bright smile.

Hyunjin, Seungmin and Felix put their plan into motion. Lix attacked Changbin’s sides while Seungmin and Hyunjin alternated between wiggling their fingers at Binnie’s exposed underarms and ribs.

“You little—no—AHAHAHAHA!” Binnie’s protests were cut off with a high-pitched squeal, the skilled fingers roaming his torso, easily sending the sensitive bunny to hysterics. The dwaekki tried to free his hand from Han’s but the quokka held on tight, pecking it gleefully.

“Maybe we should record this to include in our next track. I bet STAYs would love that! What do you think hyungie?” Han teased meanly, watching the others wreak havoc on the ticklish rapper.

Chan and Minho cackled at their playful banter, thoroughly enjoying Binnie’s suffering. The room filled with overlapping laughter, Binnie’s boisterous cackles being the loudest sound, echoing off the walls like music, as his body trembled under the relentless tickling.

“Go for his tummy next! Hyung is super weak there!” Jeongin called, staying a safe distance away just in case.

Felix laughed, feeling a surge of pride as Binnie’s ears turned crimson at the maknae’s remark. Then, with a wicked grin, he zeroed in on his next target—Binnie’s vulnerable stomach.

“ACK—Lihihihix noHOHoho whyhy meHEHehe?!” Binnie’s rosy face broke out in a wide smile, dissolving into melodious giggles that warmed everyone’s hearts.

Han let go when Binnie fell back, hands slapping the carpet as he tried to keep them away. The events of their day had taken its toll and Changbin was mentally exhausted. So, he laid back on the carpeted floor, laughing his head off as they got him good.

Hyunjin was now pressing ticklish kisses to Binnie’s nape while Seungmin squeezed his arms, slowly making his way higher and higher until his hands were hooked under Binnie’s arms.

“FUCK! Hyuhuhunehehehe ahahahahahaha, ihihi cahahan’t oh gohohohods!” Binnie wailed, his body flailing desperately as they wrecked him.

The poor rapper’s laughter filled the room; a mix of breathless gasps and giggles that made the others chuckle along with him, their own smiles growing wider with every sound.

Binnie twisted and squirmed as their collective hands sent jolts of laughter through him, slowly driving him to insanity.

It was getting harder and harder to not try to protect his sensitive spots. The kids loved their Changbin hyung and knew how much of a recharge it was for his mind when he was tickled senseless like this.

And to top it all, Chan joined in. The leader had been suppressing a mood all day after he’d watched the members poking and tickling Binnie throughout schedules and this was the perfect opportunity.

With a loud battle cry if ‘Raspberries!’, Chan threw Binnie’s shirt up, his lips attaching to the younger’s belly before blowing. Hard.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA no! Nohohohoho Channie hyuhung!!” He scream-laughed at the top of his lungs, making Seungmin and Hyunjin cringe at the deafening sound.

Everything felt so pronounced, the effects of each touch rippling across his skin and setting every nerve ending on fire. Binnie’s frantic laughter only seemed to fuel more tickling.

“Aww look at hyungie~ He’s so cute and smiley! You really love this don’t you Binnie hyung? Love it when we pin you down and get you so bad?” Hyunjin was pure, unfiltered evil. No lee was safe or ever spared from his relentless teases.

“Stop teheheheasing!! Hehehehehe!” Binnie was so precious and adorable the Hyunjin couldn’t help but coo at him.

Raspberry after raspberry followed without a hint of mercy in sight and Changbin was starting to feel lightheaded. His laughter had been reduced to desperate wheezes and the four paused when they noticed.

After a break and some water and a plethora of praises later, they resumed.

“Turn him over! Turn him over! He’s defenseless on his back!” Hyunjin yelled and Felix burst out laughing at the suggestion. Minho quickly flipped the dwaekki on his tummy, pulling his arms up through Binnie’s disoriented struggles.

“Nohoho not thihihis pleASE!” Changbin’s words were promptly ignored in favor of pinning him down. “naHAHAHAHA—"

All his muscles and gym workouts meant that Binnie didn’t have a lot of the flexibility that the skinnier members in their band had.

It had seemed like a disadvantage at first, until he had had the worst lee mood ever one day and the only person around happened to be around was Felix.

Felix loved tickling Binnie. And he was surprisingly observant. One of his little observations was that Binnie was pretty much helpless when he was lying on his tummy. When Lix realized this fact, it became a lot easier to tickle his lovely dwaekki.

And with how Changbin’s arms couldn’t reach back… Felix had had free rein over him, tickling Binnie until both their moods were satisfied and the dwaekki was in tears and Lixie’s fingers were tired. In retrospect, that was probably the best wrecking Binnie had ever gotten in his life.

And Felix had only shared this new secret of his with Hyunjin who teamed up to abuse the knowledge quite often. Not that Changbin was complaining.

“Isn’t it so funny just how ticklish you are hyung?” Seungmin taunted, wiggling his fingers all over Binnie’s ribs. The older squealed, breaking out into the most infectious laughter ever, causing everyone else to join in.

“oho myhyhy gahahAHADS I CAN’T! I CAHAHAHAN’T!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! KIM SEUNGMIN YOU ARE SO DEAD AHAHAFTER THIHIS!”

Seungmin smirked, pressing his fingers deeper between the crevices to remind Binnie of  his current position. The rapper was in no place to sass anyone right now.

“You’re laughing so hard. That must mean you agree with me, right? Tickle, tickle, tickle hyungie~” Cue more hands wiggling their fingers, squishing and pinching at Changbin’s sides and even the backs of his thighs.

“Seuhuhuhungminihie d-dohOHOHON’T!! Not therHEHERE! NOT THEHEHEHERE!! Plehehease!!” His words were stuttering badly so Bin changed tactics, yelping out random words he knew in English and hoping they’d spare him. And in a way…it did work.

In that it had everyone else almost dying from laughter at his incoherent words. Han and Chan were in stitches, laughter cutting off in seconds and far too weakened to even bother tickling the dwaekki anymore.

Chan aimed for his shoulder blades, having quickly realized during their earlier sessions that it was a particularly bad spot on the younger. And he was right. With a shriek Binnie’s struggles intensified tenfold but Minho held his tight.

Seungmin, getting bored, stuffed his hands in the dwaekki’s sensitive hollows, digging and wiggling and scratching in a way that had Changbin arching his back with screamed out pleas.

“Ihihit tihihHIHCKLES!! Fahahahahack! Sohohorry, ihihim sohohohorry ihihihi’ll do anyhyhything!! Plehehease!”

“Anything Changbin-ah? Then keep laughing like that for us baby~” Chan was insufferable and Binnie made a mental note to get him back a hundred times worse later. The leader will find out the consequences his actions can have.

Binnie’s sides ached from his laughter and tears of mirth slipped down his cheeks in little streams but he loved it—the attention, the praise.

“STA-STAHAHAP PLEASE IHIHI’LL DIHIHIE I’LL DIHHIHIHIHIHE AHH—” The torturous hands lifted off him when Binnie’s laughter finally cut out.

Little gasps and bursts of laughter escaped his lips even then, their smallest movement making him tense in anticipation. The exhausted bunny lay limp on the floor, catching his breath.

Once the high had worn off, however, Binnie found himself craving some sweet revenge. Felix was the closest to him, chatting away with Hyunjin.

He eyed the fairy with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Yup. He would do. The fairy squawked when Changbin pounced, dragging him to the floor.

“Nohohoho hyung please youknowican’ttakeit!!” He rushed out; hands poised defensively over his chest. “Aww you didn’t stop when I begged you for mercy did you? Time for revenge Yongbokkie~”

“nahAHAhaha ihIHIT’S NOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!!” Felix screamed with laughter when Binnie’s hands descended on his hypersensitive waist. Binnie got his revenge, taking his time on each of the perpetrators, their evening filled with laughter and joy.

@hearted-anon i hope you like this~🤗💖

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Teasing a Childe - Part 2

Surprise Visit - Part 0 of 3 Taking Down an Oni - Part 1 of 3 Teasing a Childe - Part 2 of 3 (This Post), Also on AO3 Catching Wrio Off-Guard…or Not? - Part 3 of 3

Summary: Childe ain't winning against three teasy lers.

A/N: Here’s part two! I'm officially on summer break, but I'm taking summer classes :( However, I should be more active than before. Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1288

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“I saw you running here Aether! You can't escape from me!”

Childe immediately ran after Aether once the chaos started. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he looked for his elusive rival.

“Not here…how about here? No? Hmm.”

Childe backed out of the room he was in, looking around in case there was any movement. Sounds of Itto’s laughter made it to his ears, sending a tingling sensation down his spine.

“Hope you make it out alive Itto,” he whispered under his breath.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall making him grin. He slowly walked towards where he heard the sound. Looking around, he saw a golden strand of hair caught underneath a nearby door.

“Gotcha.”

Childe slammed the door open and quickly scanned the room. It was a large bedroom with plenty of hiding spots.

“Oh, I'm going to love this,” Childe chuckled evilly, planning to turn the room upside down.

Meanwhile, around the corner and across the door Childe opened, three Anemo boys watched him enter.

“Brat,” Scaramouche scoffed.

“You are one to talk,” Aether whispered.

“You wanna take that back?” Scara swiftly squeezed his sides making him choke on a laugh.

“Guys!” Venti whisper yelled. “Both of you are going to ruin my plan! Let’s go inside, quietly.”

Wanderer huffed and Aether pouted but they both followed without a word.

Childe was facing away from them when they entered. He was near the bed and looking inside a wardrobe. Venti silently gestured for the other two to surround him. Aether behind the bed, Venti to the side, and Scara underneath it.

“Here goes,” Venti then created a wind feather out of the air and guided it to Childe’s ear.

Childe scratched his ear, feeling it itch.

“Ugh, why does my ear feel itchy?”

The sensation disappeared before coming back though more of a ticklish feeling.

“Whahahat thehehe?”

He rubbed his ear and looked around rapidly but there was no one but him. The sensation disappeared again, and Childe was becoming suspicious.

“Whoever you are, stop iHIHIT!”

He shrieked, scrunching up his shoulders when he felt a feather-light touch along his neck.

“Whahahat is happenihihing!? GAHAHAHA!”

Scaramouche crawled from under the bed and tased the backs of his knees making him crumple to the ground in a fit of laughter all the while the feather-light touches along his neck and ears continued.

“EHehEhEHehE! ScaraHAhAHA!” Childe laughed, curling into a ball. “WheHEHere ihihis AEHEhether!?”

“Tch. Why don’t you think of saving your own skin first before chasing after others?” Wanderer kneaded his sides making him uncurl. “Because I’m going to wreck you, idiot, ginger-head.” Every word was punctuated with a poke.

“WHyhyHy!”

“I’m never going to pass up a chance to put you in your place, bleh!” He stuck his tongue out at Childe before nodding at the other two to carry him onto the bed.

“H-Huh? Aehehether and Vehehentihi? Wahahait! Whahahat ahare youhuhu dohohING! Oof!”

He was tossed onto the bed, landing face down and a weight immediately on his waist as the bed bowed when the other two climbed on top of it.

“Wahahahait! Y-You guhuhuys dohohon’t hahave toho dohoho thihihis!” Childe giggled, kicking out his legs and struggling to throw Scara off.

“Aww, look at him,” Venti cooed. “Giggling without us touching him. How cute~”

“He sure is,” Aether smirked. “I can’t wait to crawl my fingers along his neck~”

“Ooh! And airy feather touches in his belly button~”

As Aether and Venti talked, Wanderer lightly drummed his fingers along Childe’s sides, grinning as he saw him hide his face in the bed and back rising and falling from muffled giggles and whines. The Anemo trio knew what they were doing as they watched him fall apart from teases alone.

“Stahahap! Plehehease! Dohohon’t tehehease mehehehe ahanymohohore!” Childe turned his head towards his captors. “I’m gohohonna diehehe!”

The trio shared a look with one another and looked back at Childe with devilish smirks, making him gulp and hide his face.

“Eep!”

He let out a squeak as he was flipped onto his back and forced to look at them. Goosebumps rose along his skin as Aether pulled his arms over his head and sat on them, restraining him. Scaramouche took his place on his waist again and Venti by his legs.

Childe looked up and that was a mistake. Aether looked down at him with a predatory grin and wiggled his fingers.

“Aehehether!” He tried to hide his face in the crook of his neck only to let out a squeal when Aether swiped his neck. “GaHAHAhAha!”

“Ah ah ah~ No hiding that smile of yours~,” Aether teased. He crawled his fingers along his neck and rubbed behind his ears, while his ponytail also brushed along his neck and ears too.

“Ahahahaha! Stahahap ihihit! NAHAHAHA!”

Wanderer raised Childe’s shirt up and dug in between his ribs, rolling his eyes at Aether.

“Let’s wreck him now, Ae. I’m done with teasing.”

“Oh Scara,” Childe started. “I didn’t know you had MERCYEHEHE! AHAHAHA!”

“That wasn’t mercy ginger brat. I want to put you in your place now. Aether?”

“Okay, okay. So impatient~”

“I’ll wreck you next if you-”

“GAhahaHAHA! EHEHehahAha! NOhohO FAhahAHAIR! It’s two AGAHAhainst ohoHONe! I-HAHAHAHA! OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO!”

“You didn’t forget about me, did you? Ehe~” Venti spoke up, squeezing up and down his thighs and knees.

“AHAhahaHA! NO! NOhOHO! STahAhaP!”

“So sensitive~ We softened you up with teases, didn’t we?”

“YOuhuhUHU GUhuYS AREHehE- AHAHAHA! EVIL! EVIHIHIL!”

“And you aren’t?” Aether rolled his eyes.

“IHihI’M AN INNoceHEHEHent ChihiHILDEHE! WAIT! NOT THERE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! AHAHAHA!”

The sensation of a feather twirling the skin outside his navel made him go bonkers and babbling desperate pleas.

“PLEASE! PLEHEHEASE! DOHOHON’T DOHO IHIHIT! I’M BEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU!”

“Oh?” Venti raised an eyebrow as he slowed his own tickling and crawled over next to Scara and Childe’s side to have better control of the feather he created. “Not here?” He quickly wiggled the feather inside his belly button before pulling it out and returning to swirling it outside his navel.

Childe convulsed into full belly laughter and squeezed his eyes shut.

“YEHEHES! THAHAHAHAT! STOHOP SWIRLIHIHING IHIHIT! AHAHAHA!”

Wanderer then started massaging his sides making it his mission to see Childe winded from laughter and tickles.

“NOHOHOT THAHAHAT SPOHOHOT EITHEHEHER! NAHAHAHA!”

“Sucks to be you, bleh! Now laugh!”

“AEHEHETHER SAHAHAVE MEHEHEHE!”

“Nope,” Aether grinned. “You wanted a fight and I’m taking the winning title,” He squeezed the junction between Childe’s shoulder and neck and Venti went in once again with the feather with Wanderer following suit with rapid pokes to his sides.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHE! NOHOH- GAHAHAHA! STA- AHAHAHA!”

Childe was completely gone as the trio utterly wrecked him. Tears of mirth leaked from his eyes as he shook from laughter.

“GUHUYS! I’LL- HEHEHEAHAHA! PLE- MEHEHAHAHA!”

His uncontrollable laughter went silent after a few minutes, making the boys stop and get off him. They went to sit beside him and high-fived each other looking at the mess of Childe before them. His hair stuck to his forehead as tear stains painted his face alongside a tired grin. His chest rose and fell after every breath he took in.

“Ha, ha,” Childe breathed.

“Did we go too far?” Aether asked.

“No,” Scaramouche and Childe said at the same time, but Childe’s was wheezier. “J-Just let me…rest,” Childe continued.

He closed his eyes and his head fell to the side.

“Did he just…fall asleep?” Venti questioned.

“He sure did,” Aether answered. “Let’s let him rest.”

They all walked out of the room, Aether closing the door silently as they went to look for the others.

“Tickles,” Childe mumbled in his sleep, snuggling into the sheets with a dopey smile on his face.

[moose-muffin]

im new here (hiya from the hazbin tag lol) but if you do character + character requests than please PLEASE gimmie a lee!vox with ler!alastor 🙏🙏🙏hear me out... the two are fighting and al (sHocKINglY) wins out, and vox expects to like.. be beaten into the ground as a result, but nope!! he gets tickled!!! to tears!!!! smthn smthn he wasnt smilin and, yk, youre never fully dressed w/o a smile!!!

/nf to do tho ty for reading!!! <3<3

OMG OMG HELLO WELCOME I HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD YIPPEE

SO FUN FACT I WAS VERY LIKE NEUTRAL TO RADIOSTATIC BUT TONIGHT HAS BEEN (HAHAH GET IT) AN ADVENTURE AND THIS ROAD HAS BEEN SUCH A BLAST <3 THOSE TWO FUCKERS ARE SO INSTIGATIVE ITS CRAZY.

I KNOWWWW THIS AS A FIC WOULD GO C R A Z Y!!!!! IDK IF ANYONE HERE WRITE FOR VOX AND ALASTOR AND PERHAPS DOES COMMISSIONS BUT I WILL PAY!!!! PLEASE HIT ME UP OR ILL PROBABLY GO TAKE A PEAK FOR MYSELF TMR <3 AS LONG AS THATS OK ANON. (I WILL ABSOLUTELY LET IT BE POSTED AS LONG AS THE AUTHOR IS OK WITH IT WHICH USUALLY THEY ARE!!!!) IM GONNA TAKE SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES AS I TYPICALLY DO HEADCANONS!

IM NOT USUALLY A CHARACTER + CHARACTER GIRLY SO BEAR WITH ME BUT I WILL DO MY VERY BEST!!!! HOPEFULLY I CAN DO THIS JUSTICE! IT WILL BE RANDOM HCS THAT ARE UNRELATED TOO. MY BRAIN IS A MESSY PLACE HWBSHWDBD

OK SO LIKE I KINDA MENTIONED, THEY BOTH LOOOOVE TO JUST GET UNDER PEOPLES SKIN. LOVE IT!!! ESPECIALLY ALASTOR. HES SUCH AN ASS (affectionate)

I’D EVEN SAY HE’S KIND OF AN INSTIGATIVE LER???? BRO IS DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO GET TO TICKLE VOX LIKEEE IDK IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE BUT I KNOW ITS TRUE. HE WILL CASUALLY WIGGLE HIS FINGERS IN CONVERSATION, TWEAK HIS RIBS FROM BEHIND, LITTLE THINGS LIKE THAT. WELL THEYRE NOT LITTLE. ESPECIALLY NOT TO VOX WHO IS SO FLUSTERED BY IT… ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING

BUT! VOX HAS STARTED TO FIGURE IT OUT. AS HE IS ALSO ONE WHO LOVEEES TO GET UNDER SKIN, HE DECIDES HE’LL DO EVERYTHING TO TRIGGER A LER MOOD IN ALASTOR. IF HE CAN TELL HE ALREADY HAS ONE, HE FINDS WAYS TO SUBTLY (WE ALL KNOW HE ISNT SUBTLE THOUGH) LEAVE A SPOT UNPROTECTED. BUT ALASTOR DOESNT WANT TO GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION!!! HE TRIES SO HARD TO NOT GIVE IN TO VOX BC HE “WANTED TO BE THE ONE IN CONTROL” AND NOW HE ISNT AND HES #PISSED

ALSO VOX ABSOLUTELY IS HORRIFIED OF VULNERABILITY. YET HE IS ABLE TO MOVE PAST IT WITH ALASTOR HERE. SOMEHOW HE ISNT AS WORRIED ANYMORE. MAYBE HE KNOWS ALASTOR WILL REACT. HE LOVES THAT SO VERY MUCH.

AS FOR THE SPECIFIC PROMPT, OH THAT IS SO REAL!!!! ABSOLUTELY YES!!!

I DONT WRITE GOOD ROMANCE BUT LIKE UGH IMAGINE IT NOW. Alastor definitely just got himself to the V’s tower and was planning on fucking with Vox only to see he had already been kinda pissed off. Alastor wouldn’t be as satisfied if he knew he didn’t cause the frustration. He realized he could just stir the pot again. Problem solved, and what better way to solve it than using his weakness against him.. being tickled.

I’m being a little silly but genuinely Vox is so ticklish. Like most ticklish person in hell would go to him if it were an official title. That’s what I’m thinking. That being said, Alastor also knows how quickly he could get him to crumble… but wouldn’t it be more fun to take it slow.

Vox notices his presence almost immediately. He tried to ignore it as he feels his face get warm. He can’t fuck this up. He takes a deep breath and turns around. “Why hello, Alastor! What brings you to our building this evening?” He said in a semi newcaster voice. He wasn’t ready to drop the act

“Well Vox, I came here for a reason of my own but then I walked by your office and you looked so sad!” He began to walk closer to Vox. “You know, t they say you’re never fully dressed without a smile!”

Vox let out a laugh that was quite clearly untruthful. “Yes Alastor I am aware! I was alone in here and so I figured I’d just save up some energy. I’m sure you understand.”

“Quite frankly I don’t,” Alastor paused, “I think maybe I could help you get that smile back.”

Vox didn’t even have to think. He knew Alastor meant he was going to tickle him. You could ask Velvette. She’s seen those two in tickle fights that lasted for DAYS. she knows what they’re capable of, or more so what Alastor is capable of.

Vox puts up a fight for maybe a couple seconds but he just loves tickles more than he can play pretend that he doesn’t <3

It works out well for them both, Alastor gets to fuck around with Vox and well, Vox gets his shit rocked!!! And he loves that more than a lot of things.

OK IM GONNA CUT IT OFF HERE BUT PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COME BACK!!!! IM ALWAYS DOWN TO HEAR WHAT PEOPLE ARE THINKING!! MAYBE ID DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN OR LIKE ADD ONTO THIS!!! BUT I AM JUST ALL OVER THE PLACE CURRENTLY HEHE. I HOPE THESE ARE ENJOYABLE!!! (LOWKEY I WANNA ADD MORE TO THISSSS MAYBE TMR MAYBE TMR WE’LL SEE)

apologies if anything is ooc, i just do this for funsies <3

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASKK

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 5 - Tease/Ghost Tickles

hello everyone :D i am back with another (very very very late) fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!!!! wooooo!!!

this is for day 5’s prompt which is teases/ghost tickles!! make sure you check out the original post here, and make sure you show sleepy your love and support for putting this week together in the first place!!!

this one isn’t too crazy or anything, but i experimented a little bit with the formatting in docs and then had to try something different here, and i’ve never done anything quite like this before so i think it’s pretty cool :D hope everyone enjoys!!

orange text is sapnap’s messages, green text is dream’s messages

lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 1.8k words

enjoy :)

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Dream’s phone screen lit up from where it laid flat on his nightstand, catching his eye as he turned away from the mini fridge he’d walked across the room to grab a bottle of water from. He twisted the lid off the bottle, picking up the phone as he took a sip, seeing that the notification had been a text from Sapnap.

hey

are you super crazy busy rn

Dream smiled, always endeared by Sapnap’s word choice, taking another sip before putting the bottle down and typing out a response.

not rly

i put all the video stuff in files but it’s too late to start editing so i’m just gonna do it tomorrow

why?

Dream sat down on the edge of his bed, placing his phone on the pillow beside him and twisting to his left, then to his right, stretching his back. He watched a new text come in, followed by more typing bubbles.

i just had a really dumb stressful meeting and i’m fucking frustrated

not like mad i just feel like i have so much pent up energy

and i really wanna come tickle you

Dream felt his stomach flip as he read the words, cold water bottle resting against his thigh and sending a chill up his spine. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, and he blinked in disbelief at his phone screen as he read the message over and over again. After almost a full minute, he formed a response.

……what

Very eloquent, if you ask him.

i want to tickle you

you should let me

Dream felt his stomach flip again, warmth spreading through his chest and nerves settling in his throat. He swallowed harshly, taking in a breath and drinking more of his water as he quickly tapped out another text.

why???

to get the energy out

???????

Dream stared at his phone, in complete disbelief and confusion at the words before him. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to tell if it was from fear, anticipation, excitement, or embarrassment. He chuckled to himself, nerves sending electric shocks through his veins, making the tips of his fingers tingle as he shook the feeling out. He watched those three bubbles pop up again, and he pushed himself back further on his bed to sit cross-legged as a response came in.

cmoooonnnn

you know you love it

i do not!

shut up!!

don’t lie

i’m sure you’re loving this too

i’m sure you’re already getting goosebumps

sapnap

and you can feel the excitement already running through you

sapnap.

and the nerves too huh

oh i’m sure you already have those nervous giggles don’t you aww :((

sapnap!

Dream took in a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling above him and exhaling slowly. His chest felt tight, and he shook out his tingling hands before pressing his knuckles against his cheeks to check their temperature– to his dismay, they were already burning hot, though he could feel that before he even touched them. A surge of warmth quickly spread through his whole body, the tingles in his hands growing stronger with the quickly forming butterflies in his stomach.

yes cutie?

stop it

please

but i don’t wanna :(

Dream couldn’t help but chuckle at the response, always entertained by Sapnap’s form of teasing, biting his lip to stop more giggles from falling, a soft whine escaping instead.

you can’t just

god sap

you can’t do that

but it’s so funnnn to mess with you

and you’re so cute :((

shut UP oh my god

so can i please come tickle you??

pleeeease :(

Dream would be lying if he said he didn’t hesitate.

He scoffed, squirming where he sat, uncrossing his legs just to cross them the other way, rubbing his palm over his knee and pressing his fingertips into the material of his pajama pants. His toes curled underneath him, and he switched between sitting straight up and leaning over to look down at his phone screen.

no!!

shut up no you cannot

fuck off

dreamie :(

wait

i know how to convince you :)

Dream watched in fear as the three bubbles disappeared, waiting approximately three seconds in stunned silence before he realized what that implied.

what

what are you doing

what does that mean what are you gonna do

sap please

whatever it is just

don’t do it

“Fuck…” He whispered to himself when he received no response, looking around anxiously, his entire body tense as he waited to hear the tell-tale sounds of footsteps approaching his bedroom door. He waited, and waited… and waited…

But they never came.

He glanced down at his phone, just as a new message came in.

A voice memo. It was a voice memo.

He was fucked.

no

i’m not listening to that

yes you are

sapnap.

play it <3

Dream whined again, breaking off into a groan as he shook his head and rubbed his palms against his thighs. He took in another breath, falling into the nervous giggles that Sapnap predicted so accurately, dropping his head into his hands and peeking through his fingers as he shakily pressed play. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his hand, lowering his phone volume and holding the speaker up close to his ear so he could hear.

“Alright, handsome, here’s how this is gonna work,” Sapnap’s voice played through the audio, nonchalant as he spoke, but his tone was still stern and matter of fact.

“Oh, god,” Dream groaned, curling in on himself more, biting his lip as he pulled his knees up to hide his face there instead.

“I’m gonna send you this, and then I’m gonna head up to your room, and by the time I get up there, I can promise you’ll be begging me to tickle you.”

“Oh my god…” Dream said with a gasp, covering his mouth with his hand, his entire body buzzing with anticipation, curling his toes against the sheets below him once more. His phone went silent, after a small chuckle from Sapnap came through, and he turned it around to see that the audio had ended. His hands shook as he went to type out another response, his fingers unsure of their own words.

this is stupid

i hate you

leave me alone

Just as he sent those, another voice memo came through, slightly longer this time. Dream whimpered, a pout spreading across his face against his own will, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling above him. He could feel the tingling sensation spreading further through his body, through his chest and arms and legs, making it nearly impossible to bite his lip hard enough to hold in his giggles. He covered his face with his hands and threw his head back, trying to regulate his breathing enough to calm his nerves down.

Needless to say, it didn’t work very well.

no more

please

you can’t do this

listen to it dreamie

it’s okay

Dream groaned again, assuming the same hiding position as he hit play on the new voice memo.

“I’m sure you’re already feeling those ghost tickles too,” Sapnap teased through the audio, and Dream gasped and shook his head at how well Sapnap knew how he felt, curls swaying against his forehead. “I’m sure they’re swirling all around your tummy right now, that’s where they always get you most, huh?”

“St–“ Dream stuttered to himself, turning his head away from his phone as if Sapnap was already in the room with him, teasing him in person instead.

“Now, like I said before, I’m gonna come to your room, and– y’know what? I’ll actually be nice, because I really do just wanna wind down and get all cozy and giggly with you, and I know you love that stuff too–“

“Fuck,” Dream whispered as Sapnap spoke, feeling the warmth spread through his chest and across his face once again, the fluttery feeling in his tummy growing even stronger.

He had to admit, it did sound nice after all this.

“–so I won’t even make you ask… I am gonna tease you to no end still, though, but you knew that already,” Sapnap said with a small giggle, and Dream couldn’t help but giggle as well. “Anyway, hope you’re prepared, because by the time you’re done listening to this I’m probably already on my way.”

“Wh–!” Dream yelped, whipping his phone around to see the audio end, and he stared at his bedroom door for a few seconds in fear. He scoffed in fake offense, rolling his eyes and typing out a message.

you’re ridiculous

you know that, right?

Instead of a response, the top Dream’s phone screen lit up with Sapnap’s contact information, the photo of Sapnap and Patches he had set as his photo staring back at him.

Sapnap was calling him now.

He let it ring for a few seconds, tapping the banner to bring the call full screen, before hitting accept and slowly raising the phone to his ear.

“…Hello?” Dream began, voice quiet and nervous.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Sapnap said, voice overly chipper and enthusiastic. Dream swallowed against the lump in his throat when he heard a door close on the other end of the call. “How are you feeling?”

“Sapnap…” Dream mumbled, anxiously twirling the drawstring of his pajama pants around his pointer finger, looking off to the side to try to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie?” Sapnap asked softly, as if he was speaking to a scared animal, and Dream would be lying if he said the tone didn’t help him relax, at least a tiny bit.

“You know…”

“Awww, honey,” Sapnap cooed, making Dream groan and cover his face with his free hand. “Are you nervous?”

“Mhm…” Dream nodded, even though no one was there to see it.

“Aw, Dream,” Sapnap cooed more, and Dream could practically hear the pout on his face, making him groan again. “It’ll be okay, you know I’ll be nice to you, right?”

“I do, but still,” Dream explained, switching his focus to picking at a thread on his comforter that had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Yeah, I know, you’re just wound up, huh?”

“Mhm,” Dream replied without thinking, making Sapnap chuckle on the other end.

“It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to wait much longer.

“Wh…” Dream began, looking up at his door as he heard the long awaited footsteps growing closer and closer. “Why– why do you say that?”

“Take a wild guess,” Sapnap replied, and before Dream had the chance to entertain the idea, there was a knock at his bedroom door, making him gasp and squeal and the pit in his stomach feel like it had dropped ten stories. He couldn’t hold in his giggles anymore, gripping his phone tighter as the door opened and Sapnap walked in, a thrilled smile on his face as he continued laughing along with Dream. “There’s my baby boy.”

“Noho, go away!” Dream shook his head, placing one hand over his stomach as he felt the ghost tickles running rampant over his skin. He watched as Sapnap smiled sweetly at him, ending their call and placing his phone in his pocket.

“Alright,” He began. “Let’s get started.”

[mayisgoingnuts]

Thinking ‘bout Alastor hours:

-If you’re tickling his legs/thighs, be very careful, he kicks and kicks hard

-If you manage to catch him by surprise, he’ll bleat like a deer, at full volume

-like talked about in other posts, his shadow is a menace. Full on charades as it tries to get others to tickle Alastor. Will point at spots it wants the ler to target

-deers wag their tails like dogs, Alastor does the same when being tickled/happy in general

-prefers soft tickles, it’s comforting for him

-can’t take what he dishes out, such a mean tease-y ler but absolutely cannot handle it himself

-his most ticklish spots are his hands, sides, belly, and neck

-will try to sit still, you don’t even have to tell him to sit still, he’ll just do it, but the moment you point it out he gets super flustered and will try to deny it

(Probably gonna write a mini fic about lee!Alastor soon-)

I agree and confirm all of those I was there with him /j

I am so SO sure he is the type of switch who uses teases that works on himself

Aaaand I may or may not include the sitting still part someday in a fic because it is so in-character and so cute at the same time it's just PERFECT

Me personally I headcanon his most sensitive spot to be his thighs, specifically the inner part... no reason totally not self-insert

Just

YES

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey heyyyyyy

Can i request lee oikawa and lers iwa, mattsun, and makki? Fnfjdjs

Heyo! I'm really sorry anon, but I could not for the life of me find a way to fit Mattsun and Maki into this. I honestly can't remember much of anyone in that team besides Iwa and Oikawa these days. I need to rewatch Haikyuu hehe.

Still! I hope you like it! :D

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo

The second the door shut, Oikawa was scrambling for freedom.

“Get over here you son of a-” Iwa’s words were cut off by the squeal of terror Oikawa let loose when he was grabbed from behind, arms around his waist as he was yanked back into the couch. “You thought you could pull what you did today and get away with it?”

“Iwa! Iwa wahahhahahhait!”

~~~8 or so hours earlier~~~

Oikawa was bored.

The one day off he finally lets himself have, and Iwa has to go to class! He wouldn’t even skip! 

“I can’t just skip class, Toru. What’s gonna happen when I really do need to skip?”

“You’re gonna go anyway cause you’re too stubborn to acknowledge illness.”

“Watch it…I’ll be home tonight. Just- entertain yourself until then. Take a nap, watch a movie, go on a jog- find something to do.”

Oikawa could really have done any of those things, but they weren’t nearly as fun without Iwa!

‘Come home?’ He texted an hour into the day, knowing how silly he was being but not caring one bit.

‘Later. Class is starting soon- love you, bye.’ Iwa’s text came back.

Oikawa rolled his eyes as he let his phone flop against his chest, groaning dramatically. He texted too much- usually Iwa would humor his back and forth for at least a few seconds. He was starting to learn his ways.

“Class is starting soon my butt.” Oikawa glared at the phone, switching to his socials soon after. Some scrolling here, some liking posts there- he left what he felt was a hilarious comment under Mattsun’s recent sunset photo, but gave up when Mattsun replied with a simple “???”. How tiresome.

He was about to call up Maki to see if he was available when a video came into his feed- one that made him stop and stare.

“Is it recording? Great! Hi, my name is Hinata Shoyo- and this is what I like to call: Tickle me Kageyama!” In the video the redhead turned to his friend, jumping on him and attacking his ribs with reckless abandon. Kageyama practically squawked, flailing in his chair while swearing every bad word he knew at him. Soon though- he was laughing up a storm, pig snorts mixing with endless bouts of laughter.

“Don’t swear so much, Shoyo’s sister might be watching!” He didn’t recognize the voice behind the camera, but he sounded very amused. A taller guy with a close shaved head waved at the camera before jumping in, further driving Kageyama up the wall. “Get ‘em, Tanaka! Hehehe!”

The video ended not long after that, the replay button taunting Oikawa like a flashing light. His body was tingling all over. God I wish that was me…

Panicked, he tossed his phone into the nearest pillow, shaking his head. No, no- don’t start feeling like that right now! Iwa’s not gonna be home for another decade! And even when he did get home…

When he got home…

A new idea came to mind, and Oikawa snickered in glee as he grabbed his phone, pulling up the texts…

~~~4 hours ago~~~

It was agony waiting until Iwa’s first class was over, but he knew his boyfriend wouldn’t be on his phone during class. He waited until he knew class was over before beginning his attack.

The first thing was simple. A picture of a heart, sparkly and pink. Eventually the text said ‘read’ but nothing appeared after. Oikawa could picture Iwa’s confused face as he looked upon the picture.

A moment later, he sent a gif of a shower of hearts, followed by ‘Does this make you think of anything?’

Bubbles. Then: ‘You’re having a heart attack?’

It took everything in Oikawa not to send a rolling eye emoji.

‘I’m thinking of how much I love you~’ He texted, followed by three pink heart emojis. He waited- then.

‘Stop it.’ Iwa wrote.

‘Why?’

‘You know why.”

‘Iwa-chan~’

‘I’m on campus!’

‘And you told me to find something entertaining to do. <3”

‘Find something else.’

‘Can I find the words to say how much I adore you? How hot are you when you take things so seriously and finish what you start? How are you so strong- both physically and mentally? How I love just how in the zone you are when you’re doing something you love?’ It was devious and awful and terrible but Oikawa was kicking his feet like a school girl picturing how red Iwa must be looking right now. He could easily picture the others on campus looking at him wondering: “What’s got him so flustered?”

‘Toru…’

‘Yes, my sweet prince?’

‘Final warning.’ This was it! ‘Stop it or I’ll make you stop.’

Oikawa considered. Then he grinned. ‘Hey- guess what? I love you, Hajime.’ He wrote before sending it to Iwa. He waited, and waited, and waited…

‘You’re done for.’ And that was that.

Oikawa cackled, tossing his phone into the couch as he did a little jig. Laughing like a child, he sent a few heart emojis and a kissy face before turning off his phone, knowing seeing the time would make the anticipation worse.

All he had to do now was wait.

~~~Present time~~~

“You know- if you really want me to tickle you, you could have just asked.” Iwa growled in his ear, sitting on the back of his hips as he creeped his fingers up Oikawa’s shirt, scratching along warm skin. “No need to fluster me in front of my freaking adviser!”

“Whihihihiihihy whehehehre you on the phoohoohohone with yohoohohur advihihihisor? Aheahhahhahaha, Iehehehhehhewa!” Oikawa giggled out, pressing his arms against his sides as he tried to block him out. It didn’t work.

“He came up to me during your little game, shitty-kawa! I had to make up some dumb excuse that I doubt he believed!” He moved his fingers higher up, wiggling them along his ribs. “Let’s see- I think it’s only fair I make you as red as you made me today.”

“Iihihiihihiwa, aheahhahahhahhahahaha! Pffft- gehahahahahhaha, pleahhahhahahhase!” Oikawa cried, kicking his feet against the cushions. “It tiihihihiihihihckles!”

“No way, does it really?” Iwa asked, tapping along his upper ribs, just before his armpits. “Anything you want to say?”

“Mhmhmmhmmhmhhehehehehehe! HEheheheehehehehehehehe!” Oikawa willed the giggles down, daring a look back at Iwa’s face. “Dohohohoho your wohohohorst!”

Iwa tsked. Then he dug his hands into Oikawa’s armpits.

“AHHEHAHHAHHAH!” The setter squealed, thrashing about beneath him as he laughed himself hoarse. “OHOHOHOOHKAY OOHOOHHOKAY I’M SAHAHHHAHARRY! IIHIHIHIHM SHAAHHAHAHRRY!”

“Promise?” Iwa asked.

“PRHOOHOHOHOOHMISE!”

“Hm….okay.” The tickles came to an end, leaving Oikawa gasping for breath with his head pressed into the cushions. Iwa hummed before swatting him gently, climbing off his back and scooping him up. In a matter of minutes, they were cuddling on the couch. “You’re a shit.”

“Yohohoohu love me.” Oikawa pointed out, giggling when his side was poked.

“Shush.”

“Nope.” Oikawa looked up at him, eyes kind. “And I’m not sorry for what I said! I mean every word.” Iwa tried to glare, but his face grew rosey and the undeniable love in his eyes glinted. “Though I suppose texting you during school wasn’t wise.”

“No, it wasn’t. But…I don’t mind.” Iwa mumbled, silencing Oikawa with a kiss. “But if you do that again, next time I’m not having mercy.”

“We’ll see.”

Thanks for reading!

[descriptive-tickles]

Having a Ticklish Christmas.

I realised just how long it’s been since I’ve posted here on tumblr but the festive time of year got me thinking.. how could we take the staples of Christmas and bring a little more than the rib tickling jokes but some full on rib tickling instead 😏

Crackers were my first thought! A range of tickling themed crackers to bring a little fun to those Christmas get together. With people you want to share this with of course, not necessarily for the family Xmas meal.

Every cracker pulled has a victor and someone not so lucky. So firstly inside the part of your cracker it will have either lee or ler written. Just so roles are determined by the cracker.

What else do we get in a cracker, a terrible Xmas joke. Well these crackers also have a piece of paper, but this is a position to be tickled in or a spot to focus on. And you can’t say no no no if it’s too ticklish, you pulled the cracker, you accept the result! 😜

Once that is settled you may find something else in there, usually a little toy.. instead of the tiny screwdriver or emotion revealing fish, you can get a tickle tool in miniature of course. An added extra to assist with the tickling, but like the real cracker toys, may not be super reliable.

Third and finally you usually get a little paper crown which everyone wears because it’s Christmas. Well, what is this was replaced by say a blindfold in the ler half of the cracker, to the victor go the spoils and the lee won’t know what’s coming.

And if you really want to spice things up, why not pull more than one cracker! You may get lee 2 or 3 times I don’t make the rules. But the consequences are binding.

Happy tickling and happy Christmas everyone. What other ideas could make a tickly Christmas. Feel free to share ideas!

[snortlaughs]

stubborn

fandom: the owl house

pairing: implied huntlow

characters included: ler!luz, lee!hunter

word count: 1663

genre: tickling :3c

warnings: none 

author’s note: ITS VEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAVE WRITTEN/POSTED ANY OF MY OWN WORK… i sincerely hope that you guys enjoy it (;﹏;)

“are you alright, hunter?” luz asked, knocking on the doorframe of the spare bedroom.

she cocked her head slightly to the right like a confused puppy would.

“and don’t even bother lying to me. i can read you like a book.”

“what do you mean?!” hunter spat as he looked up at luz, surprise tainting his voice. “i’m fine! you can’t read me like anything!”

he knew that he was lying. he was recently told by willow that his emotions ‘really show on his face’ — not to mention, luz knew him too well.

the girl rolled her eyes.

“who do you think i am?” she scoffed, walking into the room and taking a seat on the bed with her friend.

“you’re sitting in our spare bedroom and looking longingly out of the window while everyone else is watching ‘break it bralph’. we all miss you. you’re isolating yourself, and it’s not difficult to see. i know that something’s up. what’s wrong?”

hunter looked at luz for a moment before stubbornly turning his head away with a huff. he crossed his arms over his chest.

“nothing’s wrong.”

luz ran her fingers through her curls, at a loss.

“you’re so annoying.” she said with a pout. “what am i gonna do with you?”

hunter smiled a little, seemingly pleased that he bothered luz.

“hey!” luz hissed with faux anger. “why are you smiling?! did i say something funny?”

the boy ever-so-slightly giggled, not responding to luz’s question.

luz grumbled, not knowing what to do in order to help hunter feel better.

he was obviously upset, but he wasn’t budging.

however, an idea soon invaded her mind. she didn’t know if it would work, but maybe…

“oh, you think i’m funny?” luz sassed. “i’ll show you something really funny.”

hunter furrowed his eyebrows and looked at luz in intrigue.

“oh, yeah? what is it?”

the girl scootched closer to her friend and wiggled her fingers menacingly.

“oh, stop that.” hunter groaned. “that won’t work on me.”

he tightened his arms that were still crossed over his chest, protecting his ribs.

he was lying again, and he hoped that it wasn’t showing on his face.

“are you sure?” luz teased. “can i give it a try~? it might help get a smile on that face!”

hunter inhaled sharply to block his nervous, anticipatory giggles from coming out.

“y—yeah, sure, but you’re going to be disappointed.”

a large grin overtook luz’s face.

“okay, great! lift up those arms, then!”

hunter’s eyes widened.

oh, no. OH, NO. THIS IS BAD.

“a—ahalright.”

CRAP! A GIGGLE CAME OUT!

“my cover has been blown, and luz hasn’t even touched me yet…” hunter thought, his face growing rosy as he raised his arms and placed them behind his head.

luz, after asking if it was okay, took a seat on hunter’s belly as he laid down on his back.

“are you ready~?” she asked, fluttering her thin fingers in the air.

“yes…” hunter replied, still trying to keep his giddy nervousness locked behind a sturdy facade of confidence.

sure, he let a snicker out earlier — but that was just a fluke! he was just nervous! luz won’t be able to break him with something as childish as—!

his train of thought was broken when luz lightly poked his right side, making the poor boy flinch with a gasp.

he wasn’t going to be able to not laugh. there was no chance.

“ah!” luz exclaimed. “i think that someone may have lied to me.”

“n—no i didn’t! i didn’t!” hunter said, already breathless. “i never said that i wasn’t ticklish! i just said that tickling me wouldn’t get me to say anything!”

“ooh…” luz cooed, leaning backwards and jabbing her fingers into hunter’s hips, resulting in a surprised squeal from the boy. “that sounds like a challenge to me.”

“it ihihis!”

… that’s not good.

hunter’s competitive nature made his mouth move before he had a chance to rationally consider the fact that luz was absolutely going to win this battle — he might be the most ticklish person in the boiling isles. being tickled could make him admit practically anything.

and luz was about to find that out.

—

the two kids made a deal that, if luz could get hunter to say ‘uncle’, he would tell her what’s wrong.

“okay, are you ready?” luz said with a smile.

hunter grimaced in response, but it didn’t hold a whole lot of weight — his face was red, and it was obvious that he was physically trying to hold back a smile. he was still holding his arms steadily above his head.

“alright! let’s go~!” luz chirped, starting to poke at hunter’s bottom ribs.

“AH—!” hunter screeched, his arms automatically coming out from behind his head and slamming against his sides. “nohohoho!”

“hey, come on now!” luz remarked. “keep those arms up for me! that’s what we agreed on!”

“i knohohow, but i didn’t expehehect it to be so dihihifficult!”

hunter whined through his laughter as he put his arms back up.

his gap-toothed smile was on full show now.

he was no longer trying to hide it — there was simply no point in doing so.

not to mention, his smile really was endearing. he doesn’t like it, but everyone thinks that it’s cute. he should smile more.

luz’s fingers began looming over the blonde’s torso and ribs once he was re-situated, the boy letting out quiet whimpers whenever he thought luz was going to attack.

“plehehehease stop making me wait! the anticipation is kihihihilling me!”

“oh, so you want me to tickle you?” luz teased.

this comment made hunter’s blush deepen and blotch down his neck.

“thihihis wasn’t part of the deheheheal! i didn’t prepare for teheheheasing!” hunter squeaked, nestling his face into his bicep. “plehehease!”

“okay, okay, fine.” the curly-headed girl said with a soft smile.

hunter was right — teasing wasn’t part of the deal, and she didn’t want to cross his boundaries. however, there was something about how he blushed when she asked if he wanted to be tickled. it told her that he was enjoying himself — at least a little.

maybe she would tease him about it later, but that wasn’t her main goal right now.

“gehehehet on with it!” hunter snipped through his chuckles, expectantly turning his face towards luz and kicking his feet impatiently.

“alright, alright!”

this being said, luz began to poke sporadically around her victim’s torso in an attempt to find the best spot to torment.

hunter bursted into peals of squeaky laughter, wriggling under the perpetrator’s touch.

however, luz was in for big surprise when hunter let out a snort.

she paused for a moment and looked at her friend, who stared blankly back at her.

“…wow!” she said with a chuckle after a few moments. “first of all, i won’t be forgetting that your ribs are seemingly your most ticklish spot, given that reaction.”

hunter couldn’t help but smile. there was no use in denying it, so he gave her a simple “perhaps”.

“and secondly,” luz continued, “i didn’t know that you snorted when you laughed. why didn’t i know that?!”

the wavy-haired boy pursed his lips before responding.

“it’s embarrassing, so i try my best to hide it. i don’t think that it’s very pleasant.”

luz didn’t even say anything in response before she clenched her fists and began kneading her knuckles into hunter’s ribs, making him squawk in startled laughter.

“hehehehehey! (snort) hehehehey! thahahahat’s so bahahahad! plehehehease!” he yelped as he writhed under luz’s weight.

“your laugh isn’t embarrassing or unpleasant!” luz scolded as hunter uncontrollably howled.

she moved her hands more towards his underarms, which seemingly broke the boy even more.

“your laugh is the sound of you being happy! and we love it when you’re happy!”

“okahahahay! i belieheheheve you! UHUHUNCLE!”

the moment the word came out of hunter’s mouth, luz stopped tickling him and climbed off of him.

“you’re really ticklish!” the girl noted with a grin.

“yeheheah, you think so?!” hunter retorted, his belly filled with butterflies from being tickled so much.

“anyways…” luz said, looking at hunter with expectation in her eyes. “it’s time for you to tell me why you’re being such a grump today.”

hunter sat up with a sigh.

he was hoping that she would forget about their deal after tickling the titan out of him, but he knew that was too good to be true.

“promise not to tell anyone?” he asked, holding out his pinkie finger.

luz quickly held out her pinkie as well.

“of course. i promise.”

they firmly crossed their little fingers together and looked at each other, trusting that this secret would stay between them.

“okay.” hunter began. “so… you know willow, obviously.”

luz chuckled. “yes, i do know her.”

“well… after spending all of this time in the human realm with all of you guys, i have come to realize that she brings out some… confusing feelings in me. feelings that i have never experienced before. i have felt this way for a long time, but i haven’t felt able to fully comprehend these feelings until now. it’s… scary.”

the dark-haired girl nodded knowingly.

“you don’t have to say any more if you don’t want to, but i am here for you if you do.” luz murmured, gently rubbing hunter’s back. “i can imagine that the feelings that you’re having are intimidating, but i think anyone would be scared if they were in your shoes.”

hunter looked at his friend and rested his head on her shoulder, feeling at ease due to her advice.

“it seems like someone’s got a cruuuuush~!” luz whispered, poking at hunter’s belly and lightly pinching at his sides.

he squeezed his eyes shut as he chuckled, gently swatting at luz’s nimble hands. “shuhuhut up!”

“if it helps, though…” luz continued, “i think she likes you, too.”

hunter’s left ear twitched as his eyes widened.

“are you kidding me?!”

[keru0]

You Are Loved

Hello tk community!! I wouldn't say I'm entirely new to the tk community but I have only just started interacting VERY recently. However, I feel like I need to start posting some of the fics I have in my head, so why not start it off with some lee!Thoma???

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Ships/Pairings: Thoma/Ayato (Romantic)

                              lee!Thoma, ler!Ayato

Summary: Ayato can't sleep again and finds Thoma sitting outside by himself. Wanting to cheer up his friend, Ayato decides to take matters into his own hands.

Contains: Sfw, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2128

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Ayato can't sleep.

This isn't new for him. He's been tossing and turning in bed for the last three hours, and still isn't tired in the slightest. Just like always, he has so much paperwork to go through and event details to confirm that the stress is eating away at him, forcing him to stay up.

Usually he would fight it and try to meditate, but even that isn't working. It's on nights like these when Ayato goes to the kitchen to prepare himself some herbal tea to help him sleep, which is exactly what he's doing now.

Walking to the kitchen in his pajamas, he thinks back to the time Thoma introduced this remedy to him...

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Ayato's stress and insomnia were keeping him up, so he decided to get some fresh air. Going outside, he saw Thoma sweeping the deck. "Thoma?" he had asked. "What are you doing up so late? And outside at that."

"My Lord! I was just finishing up some duties before I went to bed. I'd rather do them now than worry about them tomorrow." Thoma laughed. "May I ask...what are you doing up so late? I would have thought you'd be asleep at this time of night."

"Well, Thoma, I was trying to...but the stress of all of my paperwork isn't allowing it. I thought some fresh air might help." He smiled at Thoma, "And please, Thoma, call me Ayato when we're alone. We're friends, no?"

"Y-yes my Lor- Ayato. Yes, Ayato. Sorry." He laughed softly, happy that Ayato still thinks of him as a close friend, though still a little saddened that he would never be anything more than that.

"If you want," he continued, "I know a recipe for a kind of tea that help with sleep. Would you mind if I made it for you?"

"No, Thoma. It's far too late, I'd loathe having to delay your rest."

"It's fine my- It's fine, Ayato, " Thoma spoke, catching himself, "I don't mind! I want to help you. Its the least I could do."

Knowing Thoma wouldn't take no for an answer, Ayato answered, "Alright, Thoma."

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Now that Ayato thinks about it, Thoma has helped him through so much. If he weren't afraid of his answer, he would even ask Thoma to be more than friends, but that doesn't seem too likely, considering their circumstances.

As the tea leaves and herbs steep in the pot, Ayato looks out the window, suprised by what he sees -- Thoma, outside sitting against the wall, knees to his chest, head in his knees.

He's never seen Thoma look like...this. He looks...sad. Ever since Ayato had first met Thoma, he's always been so positive and upbeat, smiling to anyone and everyone he could. It looks so odd to see him like this. It doesn't feel right.

Forgetting about the tea, Ayato steps outside into the cool midnight air, and walks towards him. "Thoma?" he asks softly.

Thoma looks up quickly, a look of panic on his face. "M-my lord! Um...is everything alright? Do you need anything?" He asks hurriedly. Ayato thinks he can almost hear him sniffling.

Ayato bends down to sit by him, putting his hand on his back and urging him to calm himself. "Thoma, calm down. What are you doing out here?" he asks. Though it was hard to tell because of the dark moonlit sky, Ayato notes that Thoma's eyes look a bit red and swollen. "And what have I told you?" he says softly, "Call me Ayato when we're alone. Okay?"

"S-sorry, m- Ayato. I- I just wanted to get some fresh air before bed. Why do you ask?" Thoma put a smile on his face, but Ayato knew something wasn't right. It doesn't feel like a real Thoma smile.

"Thoma...are you alright?" he asks softly, his hand still on his back, seemingly holding Thoma in place.

"Y-yes," Thoma's smile faltered for a moment, "Why wouldn't I be?" he asked, looking away from Ayato quickly.

"Thoma, what's wrong? Don't try and hide. It's okay, you can tell me." Ayato spoke calmly, making his voice as soft as he could as to provide some sort of comfort to his...friend.

"I-" Thoma doesn't know what to say. Everytime he's ever come out here to cry he's been alone. He's made sure that it was enough so everyone was asleep -- even if Ayato was having insomnia. So why was he out here now?

Unbeknownst to Thoma, while he was silently panicking, silent tears leaked out of his closed eyes, sniffling softly. Ayato heard, carefully putting his palm on Thoma's cheek, turning his head to face him. "Thoma..." he said, thumbing away at his tears, "Hey, its okay. I'm here, its okay."

With Ayato's soft words, the dam that Thoma had tried so hard to hold, broke. Thoma turns into Ayato, sobbing into his shoulder, staining his pajamas with his tears while his friend whispers sweet nothings into his ear while carding one hand through his hair while the other was rubbing comforting circles into his back.

After quite some time, Thoma's muffled sobs quieted to sniffling. Continuing his comforting movements, Ayato whispered, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um...I..." Thoma said slowly.

"You don't have to," Ayato rushed. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'm just worried about you, is all."

"N-no, it's alright." Thoma started. "It's just that...when I went to Inazuma city today..." he said, tightening his grip on Ayato slightly.

"Yes?" Ayato continued comforting Thoma with his hands, playing with his hair and rubbing his back.

"S-some people...they said that I...don't belong here. They kept going on about how I shouldn't be in Inazuma and that the only reason I work for you is because you feel bad for me. They kept saying how an outsider like me doesn't belong here and how you only keep me around because I do most of the housework. They've always said these things but I just couldn't take it anymore and-" Ayato, noticing how Thoma's breathing and speech is starting to speed up, stops him before any more tears could fall.

"Hey, hey, hey. None of that is true, Thoma." He comforted. "You know that I don't keep you here because I feel bad for you. I keep you around because I..." Ayato paused. On the one hand, Thoma really needs to hear this, but on the other, Ayato's so scared of letting his feelings be known. He's scared that Thoma will reject him right there. However, comforting Thoma is what matters right now, so, continuing what he was going to say, he takes a deep breath, "I love you, Thoma. I love you somuch. So does Ayaka, and Yoimiya, and Itto. Thoma you are so loved. Don't take anything those people say to be true, because they're wrong, okay?"

"O-okay." Thoma frowned.

"Hey, where's that smile I so adore? Hm?" Ayato asked, a playful grin appearing on his face.

"Um..." Thoma tried to smile, but Ayato could still see the hurt behind his eyes.

"Oh come on Thoma, you can do better than that~" He said, playfully dragging a finger against where Thoma's sides meet his back.

Thoma squeeled. He squeeled. 'That was cute.' Ayato thought, becoming flustered for a moment, his sheeks turning pink before regaining his composure and continuing with his playfulness, quietly saying, "Oh? Don't tell me my dear housekeeper is ticklish. Is my dear Thoma ticklish?" Ayato added another finger to accompany the one already dragging up and down Thoma's backside.

Saying Thoma is flustered is a very, very big understatement. 'Did he just call me his dear?' He thought, giggling at the ticklish sensations Ayato's fingers was giving. "N-nohoho! A-Ayato! Wahahahait! Nohohoho!" He giggled, hiding his red face in the crook of Ayato's neck.

"There's that smile~" Ayato cooed, sneaking his other hand under Thoma's shirt and lightly scribbling at his sides. "Your laugh is so cute Thoma. It never fails to make me happy, and thats because whenever I see you happy, I instantly become happy as well. Does this tickle? Does it tickle here, Thoma~?" he teased.

"Ahh! Nohohoho! Plehehehease nohohot THAHAHAT! AYATO WAHAHAHAIT!" Thoma laughed, Ayato's other hand sneaking into his shirt and lightly clawing at his back. With the tickling and Ayato's teasing and complimenting, Thoma might actually die. Death by tickling. Actually, if it was because of Ayato, it doesn't sound too bad.

Thoma forced his mouth shut and smushed his red and overheating face against Ayato's neck even harder, trying to muffle his laughter while his eyes were screwed shut. "Mph! Mhmhmhmhmhehehe! C'mon stohohop!"

Ayato only smirked more. "Oh? Playing hard to get~? Well then, up we go!" Ayato laughed, easily picking up Thoma bridal style, one hand tickling behind Thoma's knee while the other was still working on his bare side.

"AHH! Ayatohoho nohohoho! Put me down! Ahahahaha! Nohohoho" Thoma hid his face against Ayato's shoulder now, not wanting to wake anyone up so they could see this...embarrassing...situation.

Tickling and carrying Thoma, Ayato walked them to his own room and carefully lowered Thoma onto his futon, straddling his waist, never letting up on his attack for even one second.

After he got on top of Thoma, who now seemed to flush even brighter, Ayato took both of his hands in one of his own and pinned them above his head, lowering his free hand to Thoma's armpit, not tickling, but just wiggling his fingers above it, teasing him.

"Hehehe noho! Dohohon't!" Thoma giggled, hiding his face against his arm.

Ayato lowered his face so his mouth was against Thoma's ear, smiled and whispered, "What? Don't what, Thoma?"

"Tickle me! WAIT-" With that, Thoma fell perfectly into Ayato's trap. Ayato lowered his hand into Thoma's armpit and lightly scribbled against it.

Thoma lost it. "NOHOHOHOHO! WAITWAITWAIT IHIHIHI DIDN'T MEHEHEAN IT! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" He is sure that his laughter woke up some of the servants, but Ayato doesnt mind -- he'd rather see Thoma happy and have his workers woken up by his laugher than seeing him how he was just a few minutes ago.

"Not here? Hmm...? What about here?" Ayato teased, stopping his attack on Thoma's armpit and instead lowered a finger into Thoma's bellybutton, exposed by his shirt that has ridden up his chest.

"No! Nonononono plehease! Nohot thehEHEHERE! AYATOHOHOHO! NAHAHA-" Thoma's laughed turned silent as Ayato swirled his finger around his navel. Tears of mirth were now flowing down his face instead of the sad tears of earlier.

As Ayato was still wiggling his finger in Thoma's seemingly most sensitive spot, he felt a tapping on the hand pinning Thoma's hands, and he stopped, releasing Thoma's hands and asking, "Are you okay? I didn't go too rough did-" Ayatos question was cut short as Thoma leaned on his forearms and kissed Ayato. Ayato kissed back.

Oh.

Oh.

Suprised and smiling after they pulled apart, Ayato stuttered, "T-Thoma! Hehe...uh..."

Thoma panicked, thinking Ayato was upset about what he had just done but didn't want to show it. "O-oh! I'm sorry my Lord! I- I didn't mean to-" He was cut short by Ayato himself.

"No! Nonono Thoma, don't be sorry! I...I liked it. Dont worry. I liked it." He said, cupping Thoma's face and kissing him again, smiling through the kiss and as they pulled apart. "I've liked you for so long. When I saw you outside I was worried that something had happened. I...I said I love you. And I meant it, Thoma. I do love you. And many other people love you too. You deserve to be here. Don't let anyone tell you or make you think otherwise."

Getting up, Ayato decided that he was going to bring that tea he started steeping and share it with Thoma. "I'll be back in a minute. You can change into a pair of my pajamas. Theyre in the closet. They might be slightly large for you, but they should be fine." he smiled, stepping out and shitting the door behimd him, making his way to the now lukewarm tea and pouring two cups.

Returning to his room, he was greeted by the sight of Thoma already asleep on the futon, softly snoring on his side. Not wanting to wake him, Ayato gently and quietly set the teacups on the table and went to get the blanket out of the closet. Blowing out the candles, he layed next to Thoma, settling the blanket over the both of them.

Wrapping his arm around Thoma and nuzzling into the back of his neck, Ayato sleepily said, "I love you Thoma. I'll see you in the morning." smiling against the nape of Thoma's neck, breathing in Thoma's sweet scent, both of the men drifting into a peaceful rest, cuddled together.

End.

This is actually the first fic I have *ever* published so please let me know how yall like it!! And feel free to leave suggestions for other fics or critiques!

[idreamofticklehugs]

I’m sure your Ler is taking care of you, and I totally get having balance in your life (as much as we love it, tickling can’t be the only thing in life) but why would you feel the need to suppress your Lee mood? Especially here? The whole point of this community is to be a safe space for loving tickles.

I may be reading into this too much, but I know a lot of us go through times of struggling with still feeling weird about being a lee/ler/switch, even here. I just don’t want you to feel like you need to suppress this part of you; not here, or especially not with your Ler. That’s how you met! I can guarantee he loves being your Ler. Never forget that you’re allowed to love this part of yourself and you’re not too much 😊

Hi anon, thank you for your kind words! I really appreciate people checking in. I guess I do post quite a bit normally 😅 I don’t think I would call it suppressing just… not always focusing on my lee moods when they hit. And as for my Ler, I know very well that he does indeed love being my Ler. He quite enjoys flustering me by reminding me of that but in the sentence “my boyfriend is a Ler” the most important word isn’t Ler it’s boyfriend. There are so many other amazing things about him that I want to appreciate fully and I would never want him to think I only focused on him lerring for me. You can’t build a lasting relationship on that, it’s just a wonderful bonus ☺️

[ticklerdude]

Intro Post (in progress)

Hello all! Welcome to my Blog

Minors DNI. I have been on tumblr since probably around 2010 and have been active since I was 18 or so. I’ve not been here in quite some time as a lot has happened. I won’t be saying what my old account was for personal reasons.

My fetishes include tickling, foot fetish, bondage, edging, orgasm control, gentle femdom, tummies, and probably a few more.

I am a switch, but the submissive part is relatively new as I was never really willing to admit to myself that I was submissive due to some factors both internal and external.

I was in the U.S. Marine Corps for a while but am no longer in. I will not be posting any of my information or pictures of myself as I don’t want this to be linked to me for both personal and professional reasons.

As far as tickling goes, I’m a switch, though this is a relatively recent development. I’ve always assumed I was a ler, and part of that was due to some insecurities I still struggle with. I am coming to terms with the fact that while I love tickling and making somebody lose their ever-loving mind through laughter, I also want to be “taken care of”.

As a ler, I would consider myself to be a very verbal, sadistic pleasure domme. If I know my lee just wants to be wrecked, a few things will happen: I will restrain you until you are completely immobile, I will find your most excruciatingly ticklish spots - spots that you can’t handle being touched, let alone tickled, and I will make you laugh until your brain melts, all while talking sweetly (or cruelly) to the lee, all while smiling down at them while they struggle for their life as they laugh themself hoarse…

“Aww, such a giggly girl…don’t worry, I won’t stop until I get every single laugh out of you.”

“Is this too much? But I thought you liked this.”

…of course, anything I do would be with prior consent and a safe word and with lots of aftercare.

As a lee, I…well I’m not really sure yet. I’ve only recently realized how ticklish I am and even then, nothing more than a poke or graze. I’ve fantasized about being dominated by a really sweet, teasy woman that wouldn’t expect me to make any first move at all. I’m much too shy and easily embarrassed to ask for anything when it comes to my submissive side. Basically, I want somebody that would literally just torture me in the most loving and validating manner, showering me with praise and maybe some light humiliation. My big thing is that all my life, I’ve had a preconceived notion of what a man should be, and it’s hard for me to even imagine that a woman wouldn’t lose respect for me if I wanted to submit to her.

As far as I know, my worst spots are my armpits, sides, and hips with my known death spots being soft tickles on the skin on my tummy right above my hipbone and, without a doubt, if my thighs are squeezed or kneaded, I might die. Though I’ve fantasized of being tickled, I don’t know how much I’d be able to take or if I even could. Though I have a huge foot fetish, I have no idea how sensitive my feet are.

I like to think that I am a very nice guy and have little judgment for anybody. Very easy to talk to (:

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask!

[beetleisblue]

For titans sake, go to sleep!

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Summary: a very sleep deprived willow convinces Luz and Amity to go to bed already!

Ler: Willow and Luz (everyone but poor amity)

Lee: Luz and Amity

Warning: This is a tickle fic! If you dislike that, that’s completely understandable and you’re free to not read!

(Also disclaimer I wrote and posted this at 11pm after I took melatonin so im sure there’s a few grammar mistakes, I’m really sorry!)

On with the show~

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Fine, Willow was annoyed. She’ll admit it. It was two in the morning at the Noceda household, and she was yet to get any sleep. Above her bunk, she heard girlish, hushed giggles and had for some time now.

Though it wasn’t usually a bad thing to hear Luz and Amity’s admittedly pleasant laughter, and she was definitely relieved that Luz was finally giggling for the first time in weeks since the group of them had gotten stranded in the human realm, it didn’t take long for her relieved smile to turn into one of slight annoyance.

She glanced over at Vee, and wondered how the basilisk could sleep so easily in the ruckus.

She knew the girls weren’t trying to do any harm, but it didn’t stop Willow from wondering what could possibly be so funny that you had to laugh at it for THIS long?

What were they DOING up there?

She sat up and to the side, and when that didn’t work enough to let her get a good view as to what was going on, she crept up behind the two in the bunk, watching intently.

Luz was smirking playfully, sitting atop of Amity, who was letting our little ticklish squeaks and titters. She squirmed around as she laughed, causing the sound of wood squeaking on wood to come from the bunk.

“How’re you THIS sensitive here, batata? I’m barley even touching you!” Luz giggled in amusement as she wiggled her fingers over her girlfriends tummy.

Amity just let out a quiet squeal in response.

But Willow sure heard it, and Willow wanted sleep.

“Hey.”

One word, one word from willow’s mouth was all it took for the two to scream, and willow shushed them, pointing down at a snoozing Vee.

“Don’t wake her up!”

“She started it!” Both Amity and Luz whisper-shouted, pointing at eachother.

“Did not!” Luz said, poking Amity’s tummy, who squeaked and retorted;

“Did too!”

“I don’t care who started it! You two need to go to bed!” Willow whisper-yelled back.

Luz whined “But we can’t sleeeeep!”

Willow smirked “how about I tire you two out then?~”

Both Luz and Amity exchanged nervous looks. They knew that smirk. And they knew they were in for it now.

Both girls squeaked as Willow cast a circle of plant magic, tying their arms up and above their heads.

“Nonono we’re sorry!-“ Luz giggled nervously, pleading with her friend.

“Think of it as punishment for keeping me up so late!” Willow said as the vines began to feather playfully at their spots.

The tickles were gentle, almost comfortable, but to two people who were already in the tickling mood, it was torture.

Both Amity and Luz were a giggling mess. The vines primarily attacked Amity’s tummy, (causing her to melt much more than she’d like to admit) and Luz’s armpits, which made her hold back screams of laughter for the sake of Vee, instead choosing to squeal all the while, wishing she never kept Willow from her sleep.

Minutes passed, and Willow stopped immediately after she heard the slightest bit of tiredness in the girl’s laughs.

Sure she was a mean ler, but she wasn’t that mean.

Amity yawned sleepily, cuddling up with her girlfriend.

“Sorry we were loud, willow..” she muttered sleepily.

Willow shrugged

“that’s alright, it was kind of fun once I got my revenge.”

By the time she finished her sentence, both girls were already asleep.

She tossed a blanket over them, and yawned, going back to her own bunk and snuggling up in the covers.

Replaying the laughing faces of her friends, it was her turn to giggle.

[august-anon]

Let Your Hair Down

I finished this in December of 2021 and somehow never posted it lol

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Ship(s): PRE - Alistair/Warden (F)

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Warden/Ler!Alistair

Word Count: 2105 words

Summary: The group never took breaks, never lingered, never rested, never took a breath, always moving toward the next target. The only moment they slowed was in camp, and that was only with their bodies, not so much with their minds. Maybe they could all use some fun.

[ao3 link]

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The Warden shook some of the water from her hair with her hands, combing through it roughly with her fingers to get the worst tangles out before starting to pull it up into the style she usually wore it in. She flinched as a voice spoke behind her, despite the fact that she was normally far more aware of her surroundings than that.

“Don’t you ever leave your hair down?” Alistair asked.

Alistair did have a way of worming his way past her defenses.

“It’s more practical to wear up,” she replied, dropping her hands and letting her damp hair tumble down her back again. “Can’t exactly go around killing darkspawn with a curtain of hair in the way.”

He settled on the ground next to her where she had kneeled down by the fire, hoping for the heat to dry her hair faster. “Well, we aren’t killing darkspawn right now.” He tilted his head to the side. “Leliana wears her hair down to fight darkspawn.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Leliana’s hair is shorter, and she’s an archer. Why do you want me to wear my hair down so badly?”

He cleared his throat, looking away from her. It was hard to tell by only the firelight, but she swore he looked a little red. She smothered a grin.

“I just– think it would look nice, is all,” he stammered out. “A nice change. Everyone needs a change every once in a while. Not that I’m telling you to change–”

She couldn’t help it anymore. She tossed her head back with a laugh. “Don’t strain yourself.”

He pouted at her. She grinned and leaned toward him, watching his eyes go wide, before ducking her head and shaking it. Her hair was still decently wet, and Alistair flinched back with a yelp, raising his hand to shield his face.

“Why are you wet?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Because, Alistair. Some of us actually bathe.”

He put a hand over his heart. “Are you saying I smell? You know, I actually take offense to that.”

“Good,” she said. “Maybe it’ll actually get you to take a bath.”

“I do bathe!” Alistair said, reaching out to slide his hand up into the underside of her hair and shake it out. “You just… aren’t around when I go off to do that.”

She squeaked and jolted away from his hand, rolling her shoulders. She tried to save face and move right on, hoping Alistair wouldn’t mention it. “Really? When am I not around, Alistair.”

Unfortunately, Alistair was not fooled. “What was that?”

She rubbed the back of her neck, where the ghostly touch of his fingertips still lingered. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

Alistair grinned, leaning in a little. “Oh, come on, now. Aren’t we friends?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Something tells me you’ve already figured out what it was, and I will not subject myself to the embarrassment of telling you.”

He chuckled a little. “Come on, everyone’s at least a little ticklish. I bet even Sten is. There’s no reason to get so defensive about it.”

The Warden continued to glare at him, sliding slowly to the other side of the log.

“See, you look at me like that, but now I have the perfect tidbit of information to get you to smile.” He cocked his head at her. “Are you sure you don’t want to just give up now?”

She smirked at him. “Oh, Alistair. You should know by now. I never give up.”

She launched herself off the log, sprinting around the fire and toward the treeline. Her sudden movement unfortunately made their little tussle quite obvious to everyone else in camp, and she could feel their eyes on her. Glancing over her shoulder, the Warden saw Alistair close on her heels, fingers wiggling threateningly. 

Yeah, there was no way their friends hadn’t figured out exactly what was going on already. Except maybe Sten. Were Qunari even capable of being ticklish? She shook the thought out of her head. She needed to focus.

Apparently, she caught herself too late. She tripped over something – an outstretched leg, likely, they weren’t close enough to the trees for her to have tripped over any roots (based on Leliana’s bright laughter nearby, the Warden had an idea of who it might have been) – and crashed to the ground. She didn’t bother trying to scramble up, instead she rolled over and started crab-walking backwards, one hand raised protectively in front of her.

“Alistair,” she said, a warning note in her voice.

He grinned down at her, his hands still raised in threatening claws, though his eyes softened. “If you ask nicely, I might be persuaded to have mercy.”

The Warden’s mouth twisted. He was giving her an easy out. She was going to get tickled either way, that was for certain now after they put on this whole show in front of everyone, but he was offering up mercy. The question was, did she want it.

They were in the middle of the end of the world. The Warden hadn’t gotten a decent night of sleep since she’d left home with Duncan, and she doubted many of her companions were having a good time of it, either. They never took breaks, never lingered, never rested, never took a breath, always moving toward the next target. The only moment they slowed was in camp, and that was only with their bodies, not so much with their minds.

Maybe they could all use some fun. 

But only a little bit.

“You think I’m scared of you?” The Warden taunted. “You’re like a giant teddy bear. You think this is a threat?”

Alistair gave a low chuckle. “I’ll admit, I never had much time for practicing fun and games, what growing up in the Chantry and all, but you, my dear, should be very afraid.”

The Warden’s eyes widened as he lunged at her, and she tried to roll away. Alistair managed to catch her around the waist and pull her back, pinning her down to the grass underneath him. She tried to catch his hands and spared a moment to glance at his position, straddling her. She smirked.

“Maker, Alistair, buy a lady dinner first,” she said, and grinned when his face suddenly went bright red. He always made it too easy.

He started stammering excuses and apologies, and she managed to slip out from under him while he was busy being flustered. Despite all the teasing Morrigan dished out, Alistair wasn’t stupid, and he caught on to her plan the second she slipped out of his grip.

“Oh, you little minx,” Alistair called after her, and was chasing her again in an instant.

She wasn’t so quick, this time, too busy watching her feet and steering clear of their other companions to avoid falling again. Really, it was just to give her an excuse to be slower, to allow Alistair to catch up without being obvious about it. She was built to be quick and sneaky, he was built to stand strong and defend. If she didn’t give him the victory here, he may not have gotten it otherwise.

Alistair caught the Warden around the waist once more, tugging her back into his chest. She put up a struggle against his grip, and while she knew she could easily slip from it had she wanted to, she allowed him to wrap her tight in his arms, his fingertips resting just against the fleshy parts of her sides.

“Any last words?” He asked her.

The Warden made a show of giving a last few struggles against him. Then, she turned her head to glare up at him over her shoulder. “My revenge will be swift and unforgiving.”

Alistair just laughed at her, and then his fingers dug in and she was the one who was laughing. She started to fight his grip for real, then, but was just as unsuccessful as before, now that she was weakened from her laughter. She pushed back against his chest instead, as if that would in any way bring her further away from his fingers.

She could hear Zevran laugh nearby, closer to the fire. “My friend! How is it that none of us knew you were so ticklish?”

The Warden couldn’t move around much in Alistair’s grip, and she wasn’t going to waste the air she needed for her laughter on telling Zevran off. What she could do, however, was wrench one of her arms away from where she’d been trying to tug Alistair’s hands off of her and flip Zevran the bird. She heard him laugh once more.

Raising her arm turned out to be very much an incorrect choice, however, as Alistair immediately took the opening. His fingers dove into the newly exposed spot, wiggling and scratching away. The Warden shrieked and slammed her arm back down against her side, but it did nothing to protect her against the hand that was already there.

“Sorry,” Alistair said into her ear, “does that tickle?”

She squealed again and tried to twist her body out of his grip. She managed to get loose, and started to make another break for it, but Alistair was a lot more coordinated than her at the moment, considering he hadn’t just been the subject of a tickle attack. He grabbed her arm before she’d even taken two steps and pulled her back in, this time holding her so they were chest to chest. 

At first, she thought it was a blessing. After all, it at least protected her stomach and a few other spots, right? But then, his hands started randomly skittering up and down the Warden’s back and a gasp tore from her throat. She burst into childish giggles, squirming every which way with no idea on how to escape. She didn’t even know she was ticklish on her back, let alone to this degree.

Alistair hummed, and she could feel the vibration through his chest. “You seemed the type,” he said, quietly enough to be only for her ears. “I had a friend in templar training who was ticklish here.”

She shook her head and buried her face into his chest, trying to muffle the embarrassing giggles into his shirt. The Warden laughed. The Warden laughed and chuckled and scoffed and huffed, but the Warden did not giggle. She could feel her face growing warm with her embarrassment, desperately trying to reach behind her to stop his hands, but she couldn’t reach. She pushed forward against his chest to try and lean away from his devious fingers, but he had no give in front of her, and his fingers easily followed every arch and jerk of her back.

She wondered if the option of mercy was still on the table.

“Please,” she ground out between her hysterical giggles, digging her fingers desperately into his shirt. “Alistair!”

He chuckled, and she flinched away from his breath on her ear. Even that was too ticklish for her, now. “First,” he said, “you have admit to me that you wanted this.”

She jerked in his grip. “What?!”

“Just to me,” he hummed. “But you think I don’t know what you look like when you’re actually fighting back, after all this time together?”

Well now her blush wasn’t just from the embarrassing giggling. She gave it another bout of fighting first, trying to tear herself out of his arms, but her legs could barely hold her up anymore, they were so shaky from her laughter. There was no possible way she was going to break free from this, not without Alistair letting her go.

“Fine!” She hissed, trying to keep her words quiet and lost in her giggling so that the rest of their companions wouldn’t hear. “Fine, I let you catch me!”

“Why?”

“I thought it would be fun! Alistair, come on!”

He chuckled and stopped his tickling, holding her tight when she sagged against him. She gripped at one of his arms, glaring up at him in warning.

“And was it?” He asked.

She twisted her lips, trying to force the involuntary smile off of them. “Maybe.”

She pulled herself out of his grip, reached up to tug the tangles out of her hair once more. Alistair dropped his arm around her shoulders and led them back toward the fire.

“Leave it down tonight?” He asked.

The Warden pursed her lips. “Fine. But just for tonight!” She danced out of his grip to flick Zevran on the ear for his teasing. “And Alistair?”

“Yes?” He asked, drawing out the word.

“Sleep with one eye open.”

[kanene-yaaay]

The v cool @carrie-tate ​asked about my tickle headcanons of Teruki (EVERYONE HERE SUSH IT’S <3 <3 h i m <3) in This Asky because of This Post and I shall answer because Teru is one of the most interesting and fun charaters to me so! Let’s gooo!!

🦁 Teru’s Headcanons 🦁

(Teru's new hair reminds me of a lion cub so that is the emoji of today VWHGWYWGW)

He is just so *incoherente noises*. This guy has just so much Vibes I can’t take it

Tickling someone? YES. Being tickled? Absolutely yes. He is perfect for everything and that is a fact.

First of all, Teruki is a hell of a ler. Not only because he knows how to look for sweet weak tickle spots and has teases dripping freely from his lips before the person can even realize what is happening, his attentive eyes actively searching for everything that makes the bean that is being tickled flustered and giggly and just latching on those things until the person is lost admist laughter and tickly tingles.

(Mob lost the count of the amount of times Teru would manage to make him squeal tickling spots that he isn’t even aware he was ticklish in the first place)

But, anyway, he is one of the biggest lers ever because he. is. so. smug.

He is very good at making people a mess of giggles and he knows that. And he knows that you know that he knows that. So, the entire time attacking someone with clawing fingers and distracting pokes he will just have That Smile. The Smile. The Smug, Teasy, Playful smile that automatically makes shivers run across the your spine and makes giggles bounce on your throat.

He doesn’t have a very good poker face because of that, btw. Mah boy can’t pretend that he didn’t realzie he was tickling someone by accident or feigning innocence for his LIFE

Teru doesn’t do a lot of antecipation too. He is more of a:

            “Hmm. I think I am going to tickle you.”

            “Wha-”

And then give the person no time to process his words or run away sdfghgfdsdfg

EXCEPT when it comes to Shigeo. Because he is extremely cute trying to not titter and yelp every time Teru decides to tease him w anttecipation by lightly - very, very lightly - skittering his fingers on his torso and wondering out loud about “What tickle spot should he gave his especial attention today?~’

Talking about cute and soft things, Teru is an absolute SOFTIE. Yes, he is an evil, teasy, smug, playful and meanie ler who can and will use all his tickly power (both metaphorically and literally because no, he is not above using his powers to help him tickle someone sdfghjhgf) but he is WEAK for cute things. He will forever deny it but making someone just... laugh is very nice. It’s fun. It feels like he is able to make something important, to impact someone’s live positively even without his powers.

Now, now, talking about adorable things, don’t even get me started on Teruki as a Lee. Because ohhh gosh.

Oooohhh gosh

Before everything I 100% agree with your Teru’s in a Lee Mood headcanons and they are *chef kiss* fabulous, perfection, incredible absolutely amazing.

Now picture with me: Mob in a Ler Mood and being too shy to do something about it and Teru realizing. And he wants Mob to loosen up a bit more! He wants him to just feel free to be playful and silly with no worries

So he decides to be a gremlin.

Teru will act a bit like the way he is when in a Lee Mood, but with less embarassement. He will be stretching all the time, wearing crop tops and asking for Mob’s opinion, tapping his own fingers on his stomach or sides, laying on Shigeo’s lap and putting his hands behind his head, sometimes even giving Shigeo a poke or two to show he would be okay w a tickle fight in that moment.

And then Mob (and here I am heavily LOOKING at Otomiya’s idea of Mob tickly “”power”” building up until 100%) will finally attack and Teru IMMEDIATELY will go from a grinning come-on-tickle-me-I-dare-you to NONONONOWAITWAITPLEASEPLEASEWAIT in like half of a second.

That man can’t take what he dishes out AT ALL. If someone gives him a single one (1) jab on his side and he is falling on the floor he is smiling like crazy he is pleading for mercy he is ded.

Maybe it’s because he was so used to being feared and looked upon during his entire life before his fight with Shiego but the idea of someone being silly? Tickling him and being teasy and having fun and paying attention to him and not his powers his reactions and smiling and caring makes him very, very, veeeery flustered. And extremely giddy. And at least 100% more ticklish because holy gosh-

99,9% of the times he is tickled he was almost sure he was melting and honestly by the awed way Shigeo looks at him when he is tickling the blonde maybe that is still a possibilty SDFGHJKMJNHB

He has ticklish elbows. Mob can tap-tap his way from his wrist to his elbows and he will giggle and snort his head out. Sorry that is the true I don’t make the rules.