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[anxious-lee-ler]

Have some tickle sketches

[fcllen-star]

Tag dump: Mariona Cross

[lovemybluebully]

How To Pet a Wolverine

I finally got to see 'Deadpool and Wolverine' on Sunday and have been inspired to write a little tickle fic. :) Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning for movie spoilers and lots of foul language and general Deadpool-isms. But if you've seen the movie too then this is exactly what you should expect from the two of them. XD

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 2,343

Deadpool groaned as he was slammed headfirst into the dashboard of the Odyssey again, taking a moment to upright himself as he turned back around to make eye contact with one pissed off Wolverine.

They had been nonstop fighting for over twenty minutes now and with the both of them being able to heal so quickly it could go on indefinitely. But there was no time for this! With every minute that ticked by that was one less minute that Wade had at the chance to save his universe.

Wade wasn't the type of guy to ever give up, but he knew there was absolutely zero chance that Logan was going to. The older man even seemed to be enjoying taking all of his pent-up anger out through his endless stabbing and slicing at Wade's body.

"Okay! Time out!" Wade screeched with his hands up in a 'T' shape just as Logan launched himself from the back and landed on top of him with his claws at the ready, though managing to restrain himself from thrusting them into Wade's head for the moment.

Wade spoke slowly with his hands still up as a sign of surrender.

"Now let's just take a second here......to calm down......and reassess the situation."

"You started it, bub," Logan growled in his face as the merc scoffed and tossed his head around in exasperation.

"Ohhh c'mon! Can't we just admit that we were both giant assholes?!"

Logan only retained his glower while the tips of his claws pressed into the side of Wade's head.

"Uggh fine! I'll be the grown up here, geez. Okay I'm sorry I punched you in the face first. And I'm sorry I lied about being able to get your world back. But you know there is still a chance that it is possible. Right? We don't know for sure yet that my claim was total bullshit. But I promise that from here on out there will be no more lies from me .....Okay? We good?"

The anger in the feral man's eyes began to subside along with the tension in his muscles diminishing as his breathing grew less harsh and had evened out.

"Not a lie. An educated fucking wish," Logan smirked and retracted his foot-long claws back into his hand much to Wade's relief, "Ya know that's probably the most ridiculous thing I've heard in a long time."

"Sorry, but I was in a panic trying to diffuse the situation and sometimes my mind just comes up with the stupidest shit and I can't control what comes out of my mouth."

"Sometimes?" Logan raised a skeptical brow, making Wade gasp in mock offense.

"Well that's not very nice. I'm a human being, you know, with feelings and dreams.....," he paused as he eyed the man hovering over him up and down before adding, "...and a raging boner."

The Wolverine let out an annoyed sigh and shook his head.

"For fucks sake, does everything have to be a perverted joke with you?"

"Who's joking, gorgeous? Now get off of me. My pants only have so much room for expansion," he carried on while simultaneously giving Logan a poke in the stomach, eliciting a snort and a faint twitch that Wade didn't fail to notice as the man promptly backed off of him.

"Well well, what in the name of PG-rated shit have we got here?" Wade said a little giddily, tilting his head as Logan looked at him with a suspicious frown from where he had now settled into the 3rd row back seat.

"The fuck you babblin' about?" He continued to glare while Wade began slowly crawling towards him from the front of the van.

"I mean, either this is just a wet dream I'm having, or it appears the big, bad Wolverine may be a little ticklish."

Logan's face remained stone-cold, showing no sign of fear as he just huffed and rolled his eyes.

"You're insane. Just stay the fuck away from me."

Wade only shook his head with a grin a mile wide being concealed by his mask as he closed in on his quarry.

"Mm mm, sorry Peanut. But I think we've reached that point in our relationship where it's time to explore each other's bodies. Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he was a mere arm's length away now as Logan bristled up and snarled at him; his claws shooting back out of his fists.

"Wade, I'm not joking. Do NOT fuckin' touch me, or so help me I'll splatter your brains all over the walls of this fucking cab!"

"Ooooh getting a little defensive there," the merc pauses as he turns his head to look out at the audience, now speaking in a husky whisper, "I love it when they play hard to get. Time to enact my elaborate and well-thought-out plan..."

Deadpool lurched back with an act of surprise and flailed his arms around in a frenzy before pointing out the window behind where Logan sat.

"Holy shit! Look! It's Johnny! Oh thank God! He's alive!"

Logan had absolutely no idea why he turned around to look. He knew damn well that there was going to be no one there. Maybe it was his nerves finally getting to him as he came to the realization that this crazy freak of a man was seriously about to tickle him.

Wade delayed not a second as he threw himself onto Logan and tackled him back into the cushions where he got his bigger frame trapped between the seats, ending up with Wolverine's claws plunged into both sides of his ribcage.

"Ouchie! Hahaha! Just kidding! Johnny's still dead, you dummy! Now it's tickle time!" He buried his dancing fingers into Logan's stomach as the man growled and clenched his teeth while beginning to squirm underneath him. 

"Grrrrggggh! Wade! Motherfuc-Get the fuck offa me!" He yanked his claws out of Wade's sides and continued to frantically stab into his body. Really he wanted to slice the other man's arms off to get him to stop, but the way he was wedged between the seats didn't give him very much room to move his arms efficiently.

"Awww are you trying to tickle me back? How fun! But you know, you really need to work on your technique. Something more like this would work a loooot better....," Wade's hands moved up to tickle his ribs, pressing in hard to make sure to get through the X-man's thick uniform top as Logan bucked and snorted while he tried to hold himself together.

"St-Stop! Goddammit! Stop ticklin' me, ya prihihick!" A regrettable giggle escaped him, and he knew he'd lost any hope that Wade would lay off of him now.

"Ahh now we're getting somewhere. Looks like you really are ticklish, huh?" His hands continued squeezing up and down Logan's sides with rapid speed.

"I never...ssssaid I wasn't-Gahah! Stupid ahahasshole-Aahahahaha!" Logan finally couldn't keep it in any longer as gruff laughter spilled out of him and the power behind his stabbings grew weaker and weaker.

"That is so true. Thank you for pointing that out. You wanna go ahead and do that for me? Hm? You wanna tell me how ticklish you are? How the mighty Wolverine absolutely cannot take the tickles? C'moooon, tell daddy all about it," Wade grinned as he was rewarded with a hard snort from Logan as he unsuccessfully tried to regain control of his laughter.

"Fuhuhuhuck yooooou-ahahahahahaah! Okay okay I'm.....," he wheezed much to Wade's amusement, "I'm seheeheeheerious! That's enohohough!"

"Oh no, this is just getting good. Pretty sure you've had this coming for a long time now, big guy. This may sound crazy, but I'm guessing you don't get tickled very often. Which is a damn shame because look how adorably ticklish you are!" Wade cooed teasingly while kneading his fingers into Logan's belly again as more snorty laughs bubbled out of him.

"I hahahate you sohohohooo fuhuhuhucking muhuhuhuch!" By now Logan had completely abandoned his attempts to stab Wade as he realized that it was pointless and now tried using his arms to guard his sensitive torso while continuing to writhe helplessly.

"Don't say such things, my squirmy wormy. I promise I'll grow on ya. Like a hemorrhoid sure, but that's all semantics. Tell you what, if you promise to refer to me as Marvel Jesus for the rest of the movie I'll let you up right now."

"As soohoohoon ahahas ya let mehehehehe uhup-eehehehehhehehe-I'm g-gonna fuhuhucking kill yooohoou!" Logan bellowed out, but the way he was giggling and pathetically making attempts to push Wade's hands away gave the appearance that he was far from being able to kill anyone right now.

"Ooooh someone's a little sassy pants. Not exactly smart to mouth off to someone who's tickling the crap out of you, but I get the impression you're more of an act before thinking kinda guy. That's alright, we'll tickle that shitty attitude right out of you."

Logan was able to get his big forearms crossed over his stomach in defense, prompting Wade to quickly scope out another target for his tickling barrage as he lunged forward and managed to jam his hands past Logan's clenched biceps up into his armpits.

"Nohohohooooo.....," Logan's thundering guffaw broke up into a long, airy wheeze as he thrashed about in silence for a few moments with Wade delighting in his reactions.

"Awww look at you. Wolverine's not such a tough guy. You just have to know how to pet him and then he's just a cute little helpless Wolvie, isn't he? Does that tickle too much? Does it? Coochie coochie coo!" He pushed his fingers in further to wiggle deep into the soft center of the armpits while the feral mutant convulsed in spasms before finding his voice again.

"Shhh-Shhhihihihit! Hahahahahaahaa! You're dehehehehehead!"

Wade sharply tilted his head in disbelief.

"Really? Still being a grumpy cunt after all this joy and laughter I've brought to you? I was sure you'd be thanking me by now. Hmmm maybe I'm not trying hard enough. You know what? Yes, I think I have just the thing." 

The merc pulled his mask up past his nose before shoving Logan's arms out of the way and yanking up his uniform top, exposing a hairy wall of tightly packed abdominal muscles that Wade was nearly distracted by before refocusing on the task at hand.

"Time for a blow job!" Wade quickly dove his face straight into Logan's belly and began blowing a very ticklish array of raspberries all over as the tough Xman exploded into hysterics.

"Bwwaaahahahaah! You fuhuhuhuhuck! Ahahahahahaha! Stahahap ihihihit! Stahahahahahahaaap! I'll kihihihihilll yoohoohooou! Baaahaahaahahahahah! Fuhuhuhuhuhuuuuck! That tihihihickles!  N-Nohohohohoahahahahahhahaha! Pleeheeheeease!"

Wade almost stopped in shock as that last word played over his ears. He had neared the point of getting Wolverine to beg for mercy, which he would most certainly never do when tortured under any other circumstances. That seriously put it all into perspective for him of just how ticklish the big lug really was.

Having gotten this far he wanted to push it more. Logan's stomach was clearly a major weak spot and with the right technique he was confident that he could drive some forbidden words from his lips. 

The loud farting noise his mouth made as he blew long and hard right into Logan's bellybutton echoed throughout the whole vehicle along with the screaming laugh that burst out of Logan's chest as he momentarily levitated off of the seat cushion.

Several fantasies began playing through Wade's head as he pictured Wolverine completely breaking down and begging profusely for mercy. That would give him the ultimate bragging rights for sure. Unfortunately, his devious thoughts had distracted him far too much. 

Logan had desperately been looking for a way out of this situation and now was his chance. He had to act fast before he was literally tickled to death. 

With a twist of his body, he managed to lift one of his legs to put a foot against Wade's stomach and violently kick him away, sending the merc flying back towards the front of the van with a surprised yelp.

Grateful for the tickling to finally end Logan immediately sat up and tried to catch his breath while Deadpool again had to turn himself over from his current upside-down position where he had landed on his head.

"God...dammit.....I told ya....to fucking....stop....," Logan panted as he glared dangerously at Wade, who simply scoffed and gave him a dismissive hand.

"Oh don't be so dramatic! It was just a little tickling. Besides a guy like you should be able to take ten times worse than that."

Logan's only reply was a vicious snarl and the snikt sound of his claws coming out as he got up and began to approach the now wide-eyed merc.

"Woah woah, take it easy! It was all in good fun! You don't have to pull that big macho act on me. You can't fool me, I know you were having fun too, right Logan? Uh.........Right?"

"............."

A few minutes later and Wade found his whole body completely wrapped up and restrained by all of the seat belts in the van with them even covering his entire face and preventing him from uttering more than muffled words.

"Hmph. Finally figured out a way to shut you up," Logan smirked as Deadpool squirmed in his prison of seatbelt webbing; able to hear but unable to see and speak clearly.

"It's true what they say, silence is golden. And I definitely prefer you as bein' the merc without the mouth. Whaddya think about that?" He reached over and tickled his fingers over an exposed area on Wade's side, producing muffled chuckles as his thrashing increased.

"Well I certainly ain't letting you get one up on me. Besides, you like this ticklin' stuff, don't ya? Don't worry, it's all in good fun. Unlike you though, I promise not to be gentle." 

One hand dug hard into vulnerable ribs and the other into his thigh as Wade made a futile attempt to scream for mercy.

[lxvvie]

I know I've talked about Ghost and his Ghost-isms when cuddling but let's talk about Alex Keller being the ultimate cuddle-bug.

Alex is practically a cat with the way he's curled up against you. You run a hand through his mussed hair and he lets out the most contented groan. You pause and he looks up at you, half-lidded stormy blues drinking you in, and "Why'd ya stop, Boss?"

You trace his tattoos out of curiosity and admiration and he tells you that you're gonna see your name on his skin soon, too. Sooner than you think. "What's it gonna say? Boss?" You ask jokingly. "Why wouldn't it say "Boss", Boss?" is what Alex responds in the same manner.

You go to move and Alex tightens his hold some. "Where ya goin', Boss?" His voice is deep with sleep and want and just... Alex. You need to get something? "Can it wait, Boss? Don't wanna let you go..." You gotta run to the bathroom? "Don't take too long. Wanna hold you again." Oh, it's time to get up for the day? "Five more minutes, Boss."

He'll nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck and delight in the way you laugh and wiggle because his facial hair tickles.

"Wouldn't change it for the world, Boss."

Oh, Alex. ❤️

[mandowifey]

Touch

Na'vi!Quaritch x Human!Fem!Reader

(Short Drabble!)

Warnings: NSFW, fingering (fem receiving), Voyeurism, hold the moan, public sex, Miles being a smug bastard. This wasn't proofread or edited.

Colonel Quaritch has never been described as a soft and understanding man. This statement was also applicable to the 9ft tall Na'vi reincarnation, who had set his sights on you some time ago.

X x X x X x X x X

Getting used to his quirks and isms took time, and often, you felt as though he didn't quite understand himself either. Both of you were often left guessing.

But not today.

Quaritch was sitting back at a projection table, yellow eyes boredly skimming over a display of terrain while the rest of the Recom team prattled off about rotations and reconnaissance. He was not listening to them, though. Instead, his pointed ears twitched with every breath you gave from his lap.

He liked to humiliate you.

You couldn't tell if it got him off or if he just did it to watch you go red. Being only half his size, you couldn't do much about it. When he forced you to perch in his lap, you had argued and squirmed until his arm wrapped around your body and his large hand sunk under the table and into your slacks.

All your sense left you as those huge blue fingers played and stroked over your covered crease. With your back to his chest, you swore you could hear the soft rattle of a purr escape him. That asshole.

It didn't take much to make you blush, but him fondling you during a meeting had you fighting to keep composure. He knew it, too. Putting an elbow on the table, Miles leaned into his hand, giving the impression he would rather be anywhere else. In truth, he did. He wanted his private quarters with you bouncing on his cock. But work was work, and he could settle on tormenting you.

Your legs open wide under the table as he draws his hand up, then pushes into your underwear. He could hardly fit, and you could feel the strain of the fabric trying to accommodate his pressence. Swallowing noisily, you buck to meet his fingers as they drag down your damp folds. Miles hid a smirk into the heel of his palm. He loved knowing he got you worked up.

There was a prod at your opening, his middle finger seeking entry. You clear your throat, widen your legs for him, and close your eyes as you feel the thick digit slip inside your little hole. Miles eagerly pushed knuckle deep, the tip of his finger bottoming out, making you clench around him and clear your throat again.

A few of the Recoms glance at you, and while your face was bright red, you smile.

"Sorry, tickle in my throat."

Miles chuckled, and the lingering stare from Wainfleet made you certain he knew. Maybe they all did. Supposedly, they all had impeccable hearing and sense of smell. You try to not worry about it, and focus on the massive finger that prodded and pushed inside your cunt.

The sensation was incredible, he reached places in you no human finger - or cock, for that matter - ever could. With a buck of your hips, you attempt to fuck yourself against him. Miles shifted under you, and you realized now you could feel the growing hardness between his legs.

Spurred by your canting, the Colonel began pumping his digit in and out of you, starting off slow. The drag of him against you made your body warm, and your stomach tighten. It was getting difficult to keep focused, especially when his heel pushed against your clit. You were rising fast, and the way your cunt bore down around his finger let Miles know how close you were.

Each pull and press of the Na'vi's thick finger made you quiver, his pad bumping your cervix and causing you to lurch in his lap. You knew the Recoms were pretending not to notice, and the fact they knew at all had you flustered. But that was his plan all along.

Sighing slowly, your small hand squeezes around the forearm stretched down your body as you begin to rock yourself steadily into him. If you had been paying attention, you'd have noticed Mansk and Wainfleet's ears twitching and perking at the subtle sound of your cunt slicking. Miles rumbled in his chest, satisfied that you were coming undone in his lap.

When the pressure became too much and the heat coiled up your vertebrae so suddenly, you saw stars. With every ounce of self-respect left within you, your hands clap over your mouth. The orgasm was strong, body shaking. You shudder and roll your hips as your cunt bears down around his finger. It grips at him in desperate, fluttering motions, as pleasure rattles through your core.

Miles smirks again, pumping the digit a couple more times for good measure before slowly pulling it out and wiping off on your panties. He gives your thigh a 'good job' pat before you fumble to fix your clothes. You could feel the smug aura wafting from him, and grit your teeth.

Revenge was a bitch, and you were certain you'd make him pay.

[noszle]

if vasha and maise had a tickle fight who would win :3

On pure strength? Vasha! She's a beeferoni beef cake.

On medical prowess? Maise. She is a renowned doctor and probably could do some insane Vulcan nerve pinch tickle. To be fair though, they haven't interacted too much past Vasha medically examining Vasha about her berserk-ism.

[giggly-squiggily]

HEEHEE HEADCANON TIME

My personal reader insert headcanon is that Nagito Komaeda loooves to tease his s/o when tickling them, but the only way he knows how is by saying the most tooth-rotting-ly sweet things to them... and it works every time 🥴

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

OOO! I havne't written for Nagito in a long time! This is really cute, and I'm beyond hyped to write it! I've gotcha covered, anon!

When he wanted to be, Nagito was quite the sap.

“(Y/N), my incredible partner. The love of my life, my darling angel. Heaven must have blessed me when he sent you down.” He crooned in an over the top sappy voice, making moon eyes at you. It was bad enough he was being sappy.

But tickling you on top of it? That was too far!

“Aheheahhahhahahaha! N-Nahhahahhagitooohoohohoho! Cohohohohoem ohohohohohon!” You giggled out, cheeks warm and face sore from smiling so much. You lightly shoved at his shoulders, lacking any real intention on getting away. “Dohoohohohohn’t swehehehheht tahhahahhaalk mehehehehehehehe!”

“Why not? I love you, my darling (Y/N)! Your smile rivals the sun, and your voice is like the wind on a perfect afternoon.” He moved his hands to your ribs, pinching and scratching there with deadly precision. “Oh how nothing in this world compares to the color of your eyes- the way they shine like diamonds and warm me up on a cold winter’s night!”

“Nahahhhahahahhagihihiihihitooohoohohooho!” You squealed, covering your face with your hands as you melted. “Yohoohoohohu’re beihihihihing so wiehhehhehherd right nohohohohohow!”

“Your love has that effect on me, (Y/N).” Nagito teased, nose to nose with you as you tried catching his wrists. “I know you love it when I talk sweet to you. I always hear you sigh when you reread the letters I write to you. You go:” He took a breath and dramatically swooned, laying his head against your chest with fluttering eyelashes. “It’s really cute!”

“Ahehahahhaha, uuhuuhugh your sohoohoho annhoohohohohying!” You pushed him off, watching him roll to the floor in a harmless heap. “You’re lucky you're the love of my life, or else I’d have to kill you for an overuse of Shakespeare-isms.”

Nagito laughed, clapping his hands in delight. “I knew you loved me!” He cheered, giggling more when you sat on his hips, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“I do. And you also know what I love?” You paused, making him blink. “REVENGE!” You attacked his sides, earning a loud squeal followed by a cackle. “Now, shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy, can I just say that your teases and response posts are so, so enjoyable. Not just because you’re a skilled teasy tickler, but because your voice shines through in such a fun way. All your sweet and silly Miss-Amy-isms, the way I can just feel the legato cadence of your coos and admonishments alike, your comes through so clearly - even the way it hitches and trembles and stutters when you’re flustered and giggling and oh so tickled yourself ~ !

It kind of makes me wonder how it would sound if I were to give you the same kind of undivided attention you give your askers. Specifically if that attention were to be paid to your adorable bellybutton, by my smiling, adoring lips. I seem to remember you mentioning your bellybutton being tickled absolutely pink by way of a wonderful myriad of tools, but I wonder if a pair of lips could turn it pink and blushy, too? I’d warn you upfront, I have a special affection for bellybuttons, so this would be no brief affair. Of course, there would be plenty of time to get acquainted with the sensations my lips would leave. I think the sides of your tummy are also infinitely kissable and they would receive looooong strings of playful, exploratory smooches. That area is so soft and sweet, I just couldn’t resist giving it a kiss hello. Or, you know, countless kisses hello, but who was gonna count to begin with? Eventually, though, the sides of the tummy do lead inward and give way to the bellybutton. *Your* bellybutton~. And I wonder how you, our wonderful Miss Amy would react to the grazing, ultra-light butterfly kisses playing around the edge of your bellybutton before “falling in,” and just spending such a looooong, sweet time giving everything from a quick, fluttery little butterfly kiss to slow, gentle but deep, lingering kiss that maybe even grazes the little knot at the back. Oh yes, those lips, cooing sweet reassurances and reminders of your ticklishness back up at you, find and then seek out that little bundle of ticklish sparkle, riiiiight at the back of your bellybutton where I thought it would be. Occasionally it gets caught between my lips, even totally surrounded by them - and whenever the reaction it elicits bubbles up out of you, I can’t help but let out a sympathetic giggle, and so now your ticklish laughter is even finding it’s way back into your bellybutton, in a way~ Isn’t that such fun? Just like the fun I’m having, pampering and lavishing affection on the inimitable Miss Amy Risa’s oh-so precious and oh-so pink and blushy and *oh*-so ticklish little bellybutton ~. Maybe I’ll just stay here a little while longer, let my lips keep kissing, grazing, smiling, rambling. I can just stay here to my heart’s content, take in the feeling of it on my lips even more deeply, and just luxuriate in allllllll the reactions from my ticklish ticklemama and her ticklish ticklemama bellybutton ~

Okayyyyyy okay okay okay okayyy okayyyokayyyy~~~!!

Mmmmhhhhh~!!!

Justtttttt okayyyyyy~!! okay okay oaky okayoakyyyyyy~~

That is to sayyyy oaky like oak treeee because you're scrambling me sooo badly I can't even okayyyy my way through thisssss~!!! you are nottt allowed to be sooooo sweeeeet gahhhhhh theseee overloads aren't for meee because I do that to everyone else sooo that it doesn't happen to meeee~!! I can't process such attention soooo if it's okay with you I'm just gonnaaa whimperrrr and squeaaak and giggle to my almost soundless levelsss because you're hottttwiring me meee and hotwiring is ticklehotttt but alsoooo sthaapaapppp omhyy gossshshh I can't take kissses I can't take kissesss on my sidessss not my belllyyy not my waiiist certainlyyyy not my bellybutton!!! I can't takeee the sighhhttt of kissssss lipssss mmmh why are your lips like a flowerrrr just bloooming so beautifullyyyy soft artful in front of meeeee and overwhelming me with beauty like thatttt just mmmhhh did I sayyy okay yettt?

Because it's notttttt okayyyy I'm the ticklemama anddd ghhhhh howww did you know about the knottttt let'ssss nottttt the knotttttt untieee thattttt hey let's practice tieing knotssss wanna do a slipknottt? It's not just a band ya knowwww we could do a sheepshank? clove hitch? bajjjjjaa knottttt? I dunnooo I just know a lot of knot names they're funnnyyyyyy~~!! IS that knotttt entertaininggg? Wannna eat some toast togetherrr? Nooo? I guess we could go out for soft pretzelllllsssss~ whyyy? Because it's knnnnnottttt breadddd~ ahhhh my gooossshshhhh you can't say butterfly kissesss that is sooo against the rullllessssss that's nottt even metric it's not kosher~!! I can't takeee butterfly thingsssss tooo cuteee tooo sweeeeeett pretttttyy it's like they're praising me just by existing because my eyes are seeing pretty things ~ welll that's just silllllyy but alsooo it's because you're doing things toooo meeee and nooo that's as specific as I'd like to be regarding things, me, and you and how that all interacts whyyyy I'd need a good venn diagram for that and we'd need the assistance of Joanne Venn who I think invented those by being like what if I draw a bunch of circles and write things and people pretend it's interestinggggg ghhhaaa let's go draw diaaaagrammsmsssss I'm gonna draw them on your belllyyyy you meannieee!!

(mmmhhhh omghhh I've sat on this ask for a bittt because it just eeeeeeepppp >//<)

[mars-adieu]

Hey thots for Roy and Jaime but Jamie having the initiative to be better than Zava must've tickled Roy. Because here is Jamie, being a team player instead of being a selfish striker unlike Zava who's solely scored all the goals for Richmond. Jamie clearly wants to add goals to his name, as most strikers are wont to do, and he tells that to Roy, the same Roy who admitted in the previous episode that he should've fought for his place in the Chelsea starting lineup instead of quitting. So what does Roy do? Offer his assistance to Jamie. "I could train you, but only if you mean it." And I think that's nice.

**The winning streak is just some sorta buffer to AFC Richmond, but it also puts pressure on them, if you've noticed the pundits remarking their current form: it being solely all thanks to Zava. When the honeymoon phase about having Zava and his weirdge Zava-isms is over, what then? When bigger clubs start marking him more, who else could score when presented the opportunity? Jamie Tartt. The thing that makes football enjoyable, and what Ted Lasso keeps on highlighting is camaraderie. Sure it is fun to see your usual striker score, but seeing your midfielders, and sometimes your defenders scoring a screamer? Well, that's part of the package of the beautiful game. I'm looking forward to Jamie Tartt's development under Roy's help.

[ticklishthoughts1]

Azure Headcanons fr

Y'all this is one of my favorite Ocs so you're getting shit abt him now

-He has loved the color blue in all variations his entire life, one of the main reasons being his name is a variation of Blue. It makes him calm.

-He has very ADHD (And PTSD but we don't talk abt that)

-Despite being the blue boi, he will almost always eat red things, says it 'balances him out'-loves apples

-Someone in the society called him azzy once, it annoyed the fuck out of him in a lighthearted way, so of course now half of the spiders he knows calls him that

-He subconsciously emits a big-brother like protective vibe to literally everyone he platonically interacts with, regardless of their age.

-In his Universe, People Blush purple, not red

-His best friend is a literal princess in his universe-due to this, instead of Spiderman being outlawed there, he's not only legal, but celebrated officially.

-He has no biological family, to the best of his knowledge

-He's actually a songwriter, but Ironically, this is more secret than him being Spiderman. Sometimes in his universe, people will do fan edits of Azure to the Music he created unknowingly

-Despite being probably the best ler of my ocs, he can get incredibly lee around certain people(Ahem-mona) and When being Tickled, he will use his own superstrength to try and keep himself still for the ler

-Soft tickles affect him a lot less than rough ones but fluster him so much more that he has to fight a smile when looking at things like Makeup Brushes

-He has ticklish ears, but they've only ever been gotten like ONCE, and never again

-He is very good with tech, and helped to create an AI named Gerald. Gerald is not an acronym-he just liked the Name Gerald.

-Gerald commands a little Army of Robotic Spiders, known as the Aqua Centurion

-Although he Hates when people touch his hair without his explicit permission, if he gives said permission he will become insanely relaxed while someone plays with his hair to the point of falling asleep

-He is quite good at fighting and enjoys sparring. One time, literally gave someone a pseudo-therapy session by talking to them while sparring them

-Azure is a tall Motherfucker (6'3)

-His first kiss was canonically him faking being gay with a friend until it wasn't fake anymore

-If he is called prettyboy, he is a puddle. that's it. it's a fuckin kryptonite

-He finds it hilarious to use his spider strength dispoportionately at random-like if he's arguing with someone about something unimportant, he will pick them up and hold them over his head with one hand while making a point, set them back down, dust them off, and continue as normal

-he can do a double backflip from a standstill, and his fighting style is very very fluid, which often suprises people due to his size.

-He LOVES the technically correct but wrong POV things-he once made a slideshow explaining by definition that while a hot dog isn't a sandwhich, It IS a taco.

-When he's in suit, he refuses. to. stay. fucking. still.

-One of his friends that's more like his brother now caused 'the chili incident'. He mentions this often, and refuses to tell another SOUL what the incident is.

-He actually has no secret Identity in his verse-no family to protect.

-When he gets really flustered,suprised, or angry, he has this southern drawl to his voice-he personally hates it, and tries to squash it in his normal voice

-calls absolutely everyone hun and darlin

-when he's super happy he does lil headbops as if listening to music, he calls these "bop-isms"

-he has trouble sleeping in front of people-if he sleeps in front of you it is the ultimate sign of trust

[trrickytickle]

Sandy Cheeks- tickle headcanons 🐿️🌊

Request for another anon- Sandy is and was always my favorite SpongeBob character. I mean, a Texan squirrel who does karate with oven mitts and lives in a dome in the ocean? Can it get ANY better? Like, please. She's AWESOME!!!! Also she's a lee canonically and I also liked seeing her as a lee so like YEAH love Sandy. these anons r making me a nickelodeon blog lmao As a ler- She's such a ler, and the proof is in the pudding.

This is the pudding. She uses every trick in the book. And boy, it is a long book. She knows way too much cool stuff, and to cap it off, is an excellent tickler? God damn! The fact she's the only sapient creature in Bikini Bottom with fur means she's more tickly. Smug ler. Amazing at teasing as stated above. She's got a competitive streak and an attitude, so those furry fingers are something to watch out for. As a lee- Do you seriously think just because she's tough as nails and karate chops burgers with foam hands, she isn't ticklish? OF COURSE NOT. Of the fucking the fucking course not. She's so fucking lee, have you heard that laugh? Worst spots are def her tummy and sides. She'll use lots and lots of country-isms when the ler gets her real good. Spongebob might learn a thing or two from the Tickler during karate practice, even if he does know that she'll get her revenge.

[unsoundedcomic]

Re-reading a bit, is characters tendency to slur "You" as "Yeu", number of E's and U's variable, one of those things brought forward from Vagrant Story? I cannot not see it without thinking of Grissom.

It definitely started there. My earliest RP was Vagrant Story related and used a lot of VS-isms. That game flavoured all my writing for years and years, for better or worse. It tickles me that you noticed :)

[uservarric]

What is the best gotg comic to start with/buy first to read?

i would say it largely depends on what you want! have a look through and see what tickles your fancy.

generally though, guardians of the galaxy (2008) by abnett and lanning is widely considered the best run and for good reason. it’s tightly paced and full of character and defined the guardians. basically everything since has been riffing off that run. if you start here, make sure to finish it off with the thanos imperative, which is the real ending! and if you want a massive epic that shows how the guardians got together, alongside nova shenanigans, it can provide that too. you can read the annihilation and annihilation conquest events (they’re basically unofficial guardians books, everyone shows up and it’s how they are formed), then guardians of the galaxy (2008) alongside nova (2007) because they both spin out of annihilation, then at the end of those read the thanos imperative in which the two storylines converge again. it’s good stuff and beyond a couple of early 2000s-isms (gamora spends half the time basically naked. i mean, power move, but still) it has aged pretty well.

al ewing’s run is by far my favourite alongside that, but I’m not sure how well it would work as a jumping on point as it relies on a lot of prior knowledge of relationships and traumas and has a really big cast, some of whom aren’t exactly developed to their fullest potential because the book was prematurely cancelled. the three books we did get were great and al ewing did an amazing job characterising peter, rich and gamora in particular (rich specifically. legitimate perfection).

if you want something closer to the mcu to dip your toes into, the 2017 run by gerry duggan was decent. people don’t really talk about it much i guess because while it starts off alright it unfortunately finishes with a bit of a whimper with the infinity wars event. but by all means it’s a not-very-intimidating place to start. it has the five from the first movie as leads. it’s not exactly top tier gotg, as i said, but it works well enough if the movie is the dynamic you’re used to and you want more of something familiar to get started.

in terms of solo books, once and done, groot had a fantastic solo book in 2015 (at least I think it was 2015? it’s by jeff loveness) which I would recommend to literally anyone, gotg fan or not. that’s also a shout. yeah, read groot. it’s not a massive commitment and it’s very wholesome.

the star-lord grounded solo book i never shut up about is a favourite of mine but, again, it relies a lot on prior knowledge of peter as a character because he’s coming to terms with a lot of stuff about himself. that’s not to say it can’t be enjoyed as a new fan, it can and i know people who started with it and enjoyed it. i just think it’s better appreciated when you know more about what makes him tick. it’s inherently not a good representation of gotg as it normally is (no space shenanigans, it’s set entirely on a few streets of NYC) but it does a great job as a little character study of pete. but if you see the summary and think it looks good well, why not! <3

[rubys-writings]

Exhi-Bituin-ism

In which my betentacled young eldritch god Bituin discovers the idea of people seeing her naked makes her really tingly. CWs: NSFW, exhibitionism, underage, adoptive incest

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The city of Bounty stretched on for miles upon miles upon miles. Most was ruins, though lately the streetlights have begun to come back on. The only things keeping the town from becoming truly silent were the chirping of insects, the low murmer of the reclaimed part of town not half a mile away, and the clicking of a pair of little boots dashing across the cobblestone.

The girl dashed beneath a streetlight, desperately hoping someone didn’t see her. Her once-pretty black dress had been shredded from the waist down. She couldn’t remember if it was the monster chasing her, or hopping the fence to get away that destroyed it Still, the damage left only her little pink-striped panties to protect her the world.

She tried to stay calm. With her state of dress, and the quartet of tentacles that were starting to snake their way around her arms and chest, that was next to impossible. They tickled, but she wasn’t TOO worried about them. They were hers, after all, emerging from the portal-scar on her back. They usually followed her every command.

Not now, though. One of them, cool and slick, dragged itself over the nip of one of her budding breasts. She let out half a moan before clapping a hand over her mouth. Suddenly, she became all too aware that the fear in her chest wasn’t just fear anymore. There was a heat there, a familiar one. She looked down at herself, finally taking it all in.

“What if someone saw me like this?”, she whispered.

Her usually almond-toned face flushed dark. Her heart slammed into her throat with every beat. The unearthly purple fires in her eyes flickered with unbound excitement. She covered her crotch with her other hand, desperately trying to buy her an ounce of decency. Her eyes widenened as she touched something wet.

She pulled her hand away from her panties. A string of viscous drool trailed between her fingers. Her head began to get cloudy as her own body started to betray her, her tentacles rubbing up on her most sensitive areas, her legs starting to quiver.

She stumbled into a nearby alleyway. There was a wooden bench there, one that probably hadn’t been moved in over a century. Still, she sat on it, hoping to get something under her before her legs gave out. Instead, it fell through. She let out a yelp as her already-torn dress caught on one of the splinters, ripping it from her waist up to her armpit.

She stared at the tatters. She stared at herself. Her chest was heaving. Her nipples, fully hard, were kissed by a breeze of cool night air that sent a shiver up her spine. She spread her legs a little, involuntarily. Her sense of self-control eroded by self-directed lust, she had a thought.

“I’m… Already basically naked,��� she huffed. “W-what if I just…”

Her tentacles followed her subconscious desires, as they tended to do. They wrapped through the remains of her tattered dress and lifted it over her head, down her arms, and slumped it on the ground. She leaned back and lifted her hips. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, then hesitated.

If she took them off, she would be totally exposed. Out here. In the old city. The old city, full of dangerous things. Full of lustful things. Full of wandering scouts, any of whom could spot her in all her lewdness, who could see her quivering and blushing naked body, who could-

She snapped out of her fantasy just long enough to notice she’d already pulled her underwear off. She figured they wouldn’t have done much good anyway. They were already soaked through with her own juices, after all. Shaking, she left them on top of her shredded dress.

The only things left on her were her thigh highs and button-up boots. She knew the click of their heels on the cobblestone would make it harder to get around quietly. Another shiver ran up her spine as her mouth curled into a quivering grin.

She decided to leave them on.

The shivers from the cold outside and the heat inside of her made her legs almost too shaky to support her. Panting, squirming, and bracing herself against the wall, she stood anyway. Her arms kept her as steady as they could as her tentacles explored her. One of them wrapped around her inner thigh and pressed up between her legs. She clapped a hand over her mouth and scrunched her face as she squealed, her whole body- tentacles included- writhing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

She grabs the tentacle between her legs and pulls it away. “Y-you stop that,” she gasped at it, as though it were a seperate thing from her. Her tentacle wiggled its tip as if nodding. She willed her tendrils to wrap in helices around her arms to hopefully keep them out of the way.

Her heart felt like it was going to break out of her chest as she took a wobbly step towards the street, then another, and another, until she found herself stumbling into plain view of… Nothing. Somehow, this exhiliarated her even more. She covered her sensitive bits with her arms as the last of her thoughts started to fade. There was no space for logic anymore, only lust.

“A-anyone could just… W-walk out and see me right now. All of me. Every l-last inch of me!” The words escaped her lips before she could catch them. Hearing them out loud made it feel more real, grounding her in the reality of the situation.

And reality kept coming to her. She realized she needed to make it home like this.

Home. On the FAR side of the safe part of town.

She would have to walk through the entire town, full of people out doing their business- even now, after dark. And she was going to have to do it all like this.

Naked.

The thought was enough to bring her to the brink, and one errant flick of a tentacle against her clit shoved her off of it with gusto. She let out the loudest moan she’d ever uttered as warmth spread from her core to her limbs to the tips of her fingers and toes, then another wave, and another and another and another. She counted the seconds. 5, 10, 15, and suddenly a massive jolt hit her and her mind went blank. All she could do was quiver and gasp.

She found herself with her hand over her mouth again, on the ground again, this time shaking on her hands and knees. A puddle of her own fluids was growing beneath her, sinking in the cracks of the cobble. All that, from a thought and a tickle.

“I’m… Suuuch a pervert,” she giggled airheadedly. She hoped this would calm her down, but it did the opposite. “Bituin the n-naughty little… Pervert… W-what if Soma could see me now,” she said, picturing her adoptive big sister. She imagined the flush that would be on her face, how she would try to hide her obvious desires, how she would- she would--

Her thoughts and the haze they swam in were suddenly dashed as a voice rang around the corner. “This way,” called an unfamiliar woman; “I swear I heard a kid scream out here!”

Bituin scrambled to her feet and bolted from the road into the alley across the street from her hiding spot. The search party; an older woman, and two Scouts; ran into view. Her hand held tight over her mouth, her chest heaving, Bituin shuffled along the wall away from the street.

“I found some clothes,” shouted one of the scouts. The other two gathered to see, then started chattering about what could have happened, where to search. Bituin stared, wide eyed, mortified. There was no way she was going to reclaim even that basic bit of decency, now. She couldn’t face them like this. Not with her knees still quivering, her little flower soaking wet, her tentacles still perversely exploring her body whenever she let her mind wander.

She shook her head and pulled two tentacles away from her body again. Breaking into a sprint, she rounded the corner of the alleyway and made her way towards home. She thought she may be able to sneak around the side, stay on the fringes… But, somehow, something about that thought felt disappointing. No, no she would have to do it the hard way.

If she got caught, though…

Her pulse and pace both quickened.

[thehumancentickler]

Buddy the Elf tickle headcanons

Under the cut because I could not curb myself, like, at all kjhgfsdas

LEE

He loves to be tickled. Fuckin 👏 LOVES 👏 it 👏

He's the kind of lee who doesn't fight back. He just goes limp and lets it happen, as he's too busy laughing his heart out to even think about retaliating.

His best quality? His wiggles. A close second is him hugging himself when getting tickled instead of pushing your hands away. Come on man that's just so!! HDJSGSAGFSHS?!?! *grinds a slab of concrete between their teeth*.

"I just like to smile! Smiling's my favorite." D U D E 😭💕😭💕😭💕

He's used to getting dog piled on by the elves back at the North Pole and all of them tickling him, because it’s the only way that they can full on pin him down and get him.

Not that it was really necessary: a small jab behind his knees and he'll just come tumbling down like a chopped tree fhjdhjd.

Can't take what he dishes, so if you were to tell him about how cute he looks or how much you like his laughter, he'll turn in a flustered blushy mess in a matter of seconds and he'll deny everything you said in a choir of "NoHohohOh"s while hiding his face behind his hands.

Speaking of, that unbridled pitchy laughter of his man... Sweet and merry like the bells on Santa's sleigh. Contagious and absolutely adorable. Who said that.

Too ticklish for his own good and he'll be giggling up a storm before you even touch him.

Turns into a big hysterical squeaky toy when you go for his most sensitive areas.

Now that I mention it: while being a walking skipping ticklish spot, me thinks his worst spots are his ears, neck, ribs, tummy and feet, especially the top part (and that's canon babyyy).

He will ask for tickles, either by being a little shit on purpose or by straight up telling you (<- this kills the man. Hi, I'm the man).

Btw that feather on his hat? It's not only for decoration, if you get my hint.

Use it against him (especially on his ears and neck) and watch the poor guy split his sides like an overstuffed plush.

LER

Quite the interesting uh, elf-ism, is that tickling is their love language. Whether it's for bonding, cheering someone up or just to be playfully annoying, you're gonna get tickles and that's a promise AND a threat <3c

Most playful ler on earth istg. It's all about having fun and boy, he's the ruling champion (or CEO, ehhh? *nudge nudge*)

He'll turn anything into a tickle game. Playing hide and seek? If he finds you, you're getting tickled. Hogging the blankets? You're getting tickled. Cuddling in bed? Get tickled idiot cotton-headed ninny muggins. (affectionate)

The best way to spread the Christmas cheer is laughing out loud for all to hear ~

He's not much of a teaser, but he sure will compliment on your laugh, how cute you look, your smile... If he's got something nice to say he'll say it and trust me, that's enough of a tease imo fhdjfhdj

Watch out for his hugs. It's a trap. Also remember the feather on his hat? Yeah, rip o7

BIG fan of snuggly tickles! And snuggles in general, but honestly who isn't hfdjbffj

Shameless tickle fight instigator, he'll start them over literally everything. No ifs or buts, just tickles. But if you're lucky enough, he might announce it first: that's your cue to either start running or fight back.

Despite that, he's absolutely respectful of boundaries and he'll immediately stop if asked to and apologize.

Also, he's very good at giving aftercare. He'll fret if he went overboard, offering a cup of hot cocoa, hugs, a cozy blanket... but ideally all three.

[sybilius]

🎈💞

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

Ooh this one's a tough one! I think in very broad strokes a Syb Fic does have a lot of flexibility with POV choice – so people might first say "she uses 1st or 2nd person a lot". Beyond that, I do try to color the voice I'm going for with the character themselves, but there are certain Syb-isms that I think sneak in regardless of who is the POV character.

One of these is my openings – unless I have a really specific idea for a cold open, a Syb opening goes:

[Dramatic description of a specific object or action, tagged with emotional weight]

[Full name of POV character or snarky intro if first person. Some kind of shorthand list of their traits, something they're turning over in their own mind in this context].

[What's the action? Why are they here and why is it putting them through the meat-grinder]

Pretty sure the last like 5 fics I've written have this opening structurally. The fact that I often go for the full name tickles me a little. It's like a self check in for the character you know like "FIRSTNAME MIDDLENAME LAST NAME, are you Really Here in this situation? Really?"

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

Characters I would say! That's probably a hallmark of fanfiction as a genre, that the stories tend to be driven by interpersonal drama. I always say the most important decision I make is who the POV character is. That answers both whose story I am telling and whose story I am choosing to leave filtered or obscured.