#ler!jimmy

[ghostlee]

My absolute FAVORITE double life trope is soulmates being able to feel when the other is getting tickled bro ITS SO GOOD

YES YES YES

Like imagine Tango is getting into a bit of a Ler Mood and he’s getting all fidgety and so he starts tickling Impulse or sumn and across the maps BDubs just collapses in a puddle of giggles while he’s trying to do sumn and Jimmy walks over and is like uh oh someone’s feelin in a ler mood here.

And then suddenly Bdubs sees a thing come in from impulse that’s super badly typed out just saying TANGO in all caps and Bdubs tried to look up to Jimmy before grabbing his ankle and pulling him down to the ground and reaching up to dig his fingers into Jimmys sides when he feels the tickling on himself get lessened for a moment so he takes that chance to jump up on Jimmy and tickle the hecc out of him.

WHICH THEN TANGO on the other side of the map screams and tumbles off of Impulse feeling ghost hands dig into his sides and just rolls on the floor unable to do anything but laugh.

Impulse stands up and is like “HAHA! It worked!” And starts tickling Tango as well and on Bdubs side he can see and hear Jimmys whole body like jump as his laughter goes up another octave that he’s being double tickled.

Heheheh

[gigglingsoftly]

Hi!! Do you have any headcanons for Craig’s gang?

I dooooo! They were literally going to be next like I had it unfinished in the notes app but this made me finish it so quick 😭

Craig’s Gang

Craig

I think it’s almost universally agreed in the community he pretends to not be ticklish 😭

He obviously is. He’s just good at hiding it.

Tweek finds out by accident and Craig swears him to secrecy.

When he teases he’s just very matter of fact and sarcastic. It’s very effective.

He’s one of those ppl that guesses where someone’s most ticklish based off of where they try to tickle him first.

And he gets it right like 97% of the time. Everyone finds it so annoying lol

Omg that stereotypical thing has happened where Stripe has gone down his shirt and he can’t catch and he’s trying not to hurt him so he’s like dying

Tweek

He seems a lot more ticklish than he is. It’s really just nerves.

Oh my god, he sounds like he’s being murdered.

When he says he “I’m going to die!!!” it’s not like a silly thing he’s saying because he’s being tickled like stop. Because shit is about to real real fucking quick

He’s a fighter and a biter (courtesy of @yiplee I loved that hc so much 😭) so yeah… there’s that… like this is different than when Kyle does it by accident. This kid is trying to fight you to the fucking death

Like yeah he can be a good ler but he’s panicking to make sure you can still breath and that he isn’t hurting you. He doesn’t want to go to jail for murder.

Him and Craig have tickle fights sometimes but they pretty much both hate being tickled so it’s rare lol

Clyde

Has a love hate relationship with tickling.

Like when it’s happening in the moment he “hates” it but after the fact he kinda thinks it’s fun.

He won’t say that tho. If you even imply that he might have had fun he’ll deny deny deny.

He’s too tough and cool for that obviously.

He literally refuses to believe he’s the most ticklish of the group so he’s constantly starting tickle fights and then has the surprised Pikachu face when it obviously backfires.

Bebe tickles him a lot bc she thinks it’s cute that he’s so ticklish lol

Tolkien

He has a really nice laugh!

He pretends to be a lot more ticklish than he actually is for his friends sake.

Like if he didn’t laugh that’d be so awkward and embarrassing.

He doesn’t know how Craig does it. He hates that awkward silence so much

He’s so chill. If a tickle fight breaks out he’s just like I guess we’re doing this now.

He’s Nichole’s biggest ler. He loves to hear her laugh ❤️

Jimmy

CEO of cheer up tickles

Definitely tells bad jokes on purpose when the person is screaming

And like it makes his friends laugh harder because he’s so corny???

He has gotten ganged up on for too many bad jokes.

It’s his fault tho because the gang always warn him before hand. And he just doesn’t listen.

And he’ll proceed to tell bad jokes like they didn’t just wreck him

[manic-smallishgiggles]

Thinking abt Empires 2 disstrack duo rn

Like how Joel loves using his and Jimmy's size difference to wreck the hell out of the lil toy and at some point Jimmy decides to retaliate. Like one day Joel went to Tumble Town to do some god work and Jimmy flew up and slipped under his shirt and just started tickling his tummy, and because Jimmy's so small compared to Joel he had such a hard time trying to catch him while also trying not to accidentally squish him

[problemlikesdrawing]

Can you draw Jimmy being tickled by mark?

(regretevator)

(THEY ARE SO FATHER AND SON BOND)

[cw: sfw tickling] N*FW DNI

(click for better quality)

i had to draw this on my phone cause i was in the car most of the day ;-; (I suck at drawing on phone 👎)

anyways i agree, they are very father and son bond :)

(btw to the people who sent some of these requests like five months ago, I'm sorry lmao- idrk if the people who sent them will even see the art-)

[dannystheone]

LEE KYLE LEE KYLE

hmmm maybe he’s tryna give one of his gay ass speeches and the 3 boys are fed up and want him to shush so ofc they use the most efficient method hehe

GAY ASS SPEECH PLLSKEFNEW

OUT OF ALL THE IDEAS I HAD REQUESTED TO ME THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST

ugh i love you anon LMAKSSK PLEASE

So the summer vibes are PERFECT today so I thought we could have a pool fic!!

WARNINGS: Feet tickles and kids swearing! also kind of a long intro sorry

Kyle's New Pool! (Lee Kyle/Multiple Lers)

Kyle got a new pool installed for the summer in his backyard, but he needs to set some ground rules first!

I hope you like this! :) also I just re-read the whole thing and totally forgot Clyde existed AAA sorry he'll be in the next one

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Energetic boys piled into the Broflovski's home, yelling and shouting with excitement. They were all eager to get a glimpse of what new installment was waiting in the backyard. Kyle had said his parents put something BIG for the summer back there, and to look for themselves to see he wasn't full of shit.

"Oh Gerald! There sure are a lot of them, I wasn't expecting so many guests!" Sheila Broflovski was pretty much plastered to her wall as boys from the fourth-grade class rumbled through her front door, including even a boy wheeling in on a motorized wheelchair.

"Just set out some more chips Sheila- OOF-" Gerald Broflovski was nearly run over by the entourage of shirtless boys as they threw open the sliding glass door in the kitchen and piled outside in the backyard.

"Look! There it is!" Craig Tucker called out. All the boys scrambled to the edge of the water. Kyle wasn't lying. His parents had installed a huge glistening pool in their backyard! The grass and playground they used to have were replaced with concrete, with pillowy lounging areas and table seating off to the sides.

"It's amazing! GAH! It's so hot out here! If I don't get in the water I'm gonna die!" Tweak Tweek winked an eye as Craig turned to him and started applying sunscreen to his shoulders, already blushing from the sun.

"Where the hell is Kyle?" Stan Marsh asked.

"Yeah, should we just get in without him?" Kenny McCormick questioned.

"TIMMEH!" Timmy answered.

"Guys! I'm right here! Isn't it cool?!" Kyle showed up behind the crowd of boys with a few boxes of Capri-Suns under his arms. The fourth-grade class cheered as Kyle set the boxes down on his patio table.

"Yeah, yeah, it's kewl, now let's get in the water already!" Eric Cartman pulled on his goggles and started pulling on his floaties to his upper arms. The boys followed suit by kicking off their flip-flops and throwing their shirts off.

"Woah, woah, woah, hang on fat-ass!" The fourth-grade boys froze and looked at Kyle quizzically. Kyle adjusted his green hat, despite wearing no shirt and green swim trunks.

"Before you get in the pool, there's some rules we have to follow! My dad said if we don't pay attention to the rules, he's not gonna let all of us use it anymore." Kyle explained. The boys looked at each other before they shrugged and continued taking their clothing items off.

"Okay well, what are the rules?" Tolkien Black asked. Kyle splayed his hands to get everyone's attention, but the boys chatted amongst themselves.

"Alright! Rule number one! ABSOLUTELY NO PEEING IN THE POOL! THAT'S DISGUSTING!! I'm looking at you, Cartman!" Cartman yelled out an "AYE!" before Kyle continued. "There is a bathroom located inside the house, first door on your right!"

Kyle looked around to see if he had everyone's attention. He had the attention of Butters, Jimmy, Timmy, and Tolkien, but everyone else was either setting up their toys in the pool or talking to other people.

"Guys! Don't put anything in the pool until I'm done saying the rules! This is important!" Kenny looked up from the pool as he slowly slid on a snorkel. Kyle sighed exasperated as he continued.

"Rule number two! No running around the edge of the pool or the pool area in general! It can get slippery and you don't want to fall! Rule number three! No diving headfirst into the pool, even in the deep area! You can hit your head and get hurt! Cannonballs are okay!" Cartman yawned loud and obnoxiously as the rest of the boys stood around and looked at their phones. Kyle could tell he was losing their attention already.

"Shut up Cartman! Rule number four! You have to put on sunscreen before you enter the pool! My mom is gonna set a timer for 80 minutes for everyone so we can get out of the pool, reapply our sunscreen, and then we can get back in!" The boys looked up at Kyle and groaned loudly.

"Dude we don't need sunscreen, the sun is good for you!" Stan complained. Craig was still helping Tweek apply his sunscreen across his back, so at least he was good. Kyle looked over at Stan with narrowed eyes.

"Dude do you have any idea how much cancer you can get from the sun?! Skin cancer is no joke! There was a study published just this year in 2023 stating that more than 2 people die of skin cancer every hour in the U.S.! 1 in 5 Americans will develop skin cancer by the age of 70! Do you want that to be you?!" Kyle pointed at Stan. Tweek fidgeted as he yanked the sun tan lotion from Craig's hands and started rubbing generous amounts all over his front vigorously.

"GAHAH! THAT'S NOT GONNA BE ME! CRAIG, HELP ME!!" Craig took the bottle back from Tweek and gently started applying more lotion onto Tweek's back as he shot Kyle a venomous glance. Kyle swallowed as he looked back at the boys.

"Dude, we'll put the lotion on. But every 80 minutes is a little much, we'll be fine." Stan shrugged. The boys nodded in agreement.

"Guys you're acting like I'm making up the rules. It's my mom-" Eric rolled his eyes and walked up to stand next to Kyle.

"Kyle, buddy, hey there. Listen, you're talking waaaaay too damn much. Let us into the pool and we can start having fun, okay? I'll deal with your bitch of a mom if she decides to give us crap." Eric clapped Kyle on the back as Kyle stared dumbfounded at Cartman.

"Bitch of a-?! Cartman this is my parent's pool that YOU'RE using, fatass! The least you can do is listen!" Kyle said angrily.

"I think we should listen to Kyle's rules, very much. His p-p-p-pee-parents are nice enough to let us use it on such a hot day." Jimmy spoke up.

"Well, sure! My dad said if I don't put on my suntan lotion every 80 minutes and get skin cancer, he'd ground me for sure!" Butters fidgeted with his hands. Kyle smiled at them both and turned back to Cartman.

"There, you see fat-boy? That's why anyone who doesn't put on sunscreen BEFORE getting in the pool isn't getting in at all!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all stopped what they were doing and stared at Kyle and Cartman silently. Cartman cupped his chin in thought while Kyle stood next to him with his arms crossed.

"Hmm...ah, I see what you're saying, Kyle. Loud and Clear." Kyle had a triumphant face on before Cartman pointed at Kyle.

"GRAB 'EM!" Cartman exclaimed. All the boys in the fourth-grade class rushed Kyle. Kyle yelped as he was scooped up by the boys, wriggling and fighting to no avail. The boys carried him above their heads to the edge of the pool.

"GUYS! PUT ME DOWN!!" Kyle yelled out. The boys looked at each other and shrugged.

"You wanna be put down?" Stan asked a squirming Kyle.

"YES!!" Kyle shouted. The fourth-grade boys unanimously decided to set Kyle down.

By throwing his ass in the pool.

Kyle hit the water with a huge splash, causing the water to be disturbed and rippled. The boys cheered as they started jumping in after him and cannonballing into the pool. Kyle resurfaced and spit water out from his mouth.

"Pfft- GUYS! We can't be in the pool yet, we need sunscreen!" Kyle complained. Cartman waded into the pool as the boys started splashing each other with water and putting floaties and toys in the pool.

"Uh oh, guys! Kyle's still whining about the sunscreen! We better fix that!" Cartman exclaimed. Kyle turned to yell at Cartman when he felt hands grabbing his arms. Kyle turned back to see that Craig, Tweek, and Kenny started putting their hands on him. More kids were advancing as well.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?! Get off me!" Kyle squeaked as he splashed in the pool, more kids grabbing his legs and arms and wiggling fingers into his bare skin.

"You see Kyle, I knew you were gonna make a big gay ass speech about what we should and shouldn't do before we got into your pool. As you always do such faggoty things before we're allowed to have any fun, I took it upon myself to tell the guys that if you start going off on a tangent and we need a quick way to shut you up, this was the perfect way to get it done." Cartman watched with glory in his eyes as Kyle started wriggling and giggling in the fourth-grade class's grip.

"Guhuhuys! Guhuhuys stohohohop!" Kyle giggled as what felt like hungry invasive fingers squished, kneaded, prodded, poked, spidered, and scribbled his skin. Jimmy, Tolkien, Butters, Stan, Kenny, Craig, and Tweek all zipped and wriggled their fingers into Kyle's skin while keeping his limbs spread apart. Being in the pool didn't help Kyle fight them off, and the water made his skin slick. Timmy watched with Cartman with a frown on his face.

"Uh...Timmeh?" Timmy asked. Cartman turned to Timmy, Kyle splashing in the pool behind him.

"Yes, Timmy?" Cartman asked. Timmy pulled up his phone and started recording.

"Timmy Timmy." Timmy said with an evil glint in his eye. Cartman nodded approvingly as he turned back to Kyle.

Craig held Kyle's arm away from his side and scribbled his fingers in his underarm while Tweek scritched along his ribs. Tolkien and Butters held onto Kyle's ankle and entertained themselves by stroking one finger up his foot and watching his toes clamp up. They did this over and over as it was entertaining each time.

Stan and Kenny held apart Kyle's other arm as Kenny gave Kyle little nibbles on his side and blew raspberries in his belly, which made Kyle buck and squeal. Stan scritched in Kyle's armpit while making conversation with Craig. Jimmy had Kyle's other foot all to himself. He held his ankle in the crook between his arm and his side in a headlock as he scrubbed Kyle's foot up and down with one hand. Kyle was quickly going ballistic already as 70 fingers played him at once.

"GUHUHUYS PLEHEHEASE!! THIHIHIS IHIHIS CRAHAHAZY!!" Kyle yelled out, the water splashing all around them. Kyle was floating on his back in the water being held up by the guys holding his limbs apart, so he had no leverage to squirm or escape anywhere. Kyle's eyes screwed shut as he felt fingers squish the pudge on his belly, to which he gave a loud reaction.

"Wow Kenny, you really like Kyle's stomach huh," Stan commented. Kenny shrugged and scribbled his fingers all over Kyle's tummy, reaching from the bottom of his ribs to the tops of his hips with his hands.

"Oh hey, I wanna help! Let me try!" Butters left Tolkien at Kyle's foot and went up to the opposite side of Kenny to add another ten fingers to Kyle's midsection. Kenny started scribbling his fingers in Kyle's bottom ribs while Butters dipped his fingers in Kyle's belly button and pinched his hips.

"GAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOP PLEHEHEASE!!" Kyle pleaded, his body getting tired with all the exertion from trying to get away from so many fingers. He was gonna have a killer six-pack in the morning.

"Aww, well he's just ticklish everywhere, isn't he! That's so sweet!" Butters beamed at Kenny while Tolkien decided to experiment and scritched his fingers underneath Kyle's knee while still pulling his leg apart. Kyle let out a loud cackle as he tried pulling his leg back.

"Hey, how's that working for you, T-T-Tolkien?" Tolkien looked up at Jimmy with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's working great! He gets really loud when I get right here. You wanna try?" Jimmy nodded and grabbed a better hold of Kyle's leg, and started scratching his fingers under Kyle's knee. Sure enough, Kyle started pulling on both legs trying to reclaim them with this new technique.

"Hahaha, awesome!" Tolkien gave Jimmy a thumbs-up as Craig halted his tickling for a moment to stretch his wrist. Cartman pointed a finger at Craig as he sat on the steps.

"Keep going, Craig! We gotta tire the Jew out so he doesn't bitch for the rest of the night!" Cartman demanded.

"NOHOHO YOU DOHOHON'T! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!! I'M SORREHEHEE!!" Kyle yelled out, as Craig responded in his monotone voice.

"I'm doing the best that I can. His pulling is hard on my wrist." Craig rotated his wrist before holding onto Kyle's bicep and going back to a hidden gem he found. Between Kyle's middle ribs and back where the skin joined, Craig scribbled in that one spot to make Kyle scream a manly sound. Tweek winked as he kept his tickling confined to Kyle's side.

"So anyway, Red Racer reaches the finish line right as Blue Racer does, so the judges have to go back and watch the footage to see who actually won the race. It was a nail-biter." Craig explained to Stan. Stan nodded as he listened, but mostly looked down at his super best friend getting the shit tickled out of him. He had a forced smile plastered on his face with his eyes screwed shut tightly, with an occasional pull or tug of his limbs. Stan couldn't imagine being in this situation, but he wasn't gonna be the one to stop it. What if Cartman ordered they all go after him next? He couldn't handle that.

"...Yeah, so what did the judges say?" Stan asked as he scribbled his fingers in Kyle's underarm. He noticed he didn't have to try too hard to keep Kyle's arm away from his side to reach this spot.

"We won't know until next week. I can hardly wait. Red Racer always wins every race, but it's the season finale, so it could have a different ending." Craig discussed calmly as if he wasn't tickling a wildly splashing boy with six other boys.

"Timmy? Timmy Timmy?" Timmy asked Cartman, still recording on his phone. Cartman thought about it for a moment.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Let's see." Cartman cupped his hands around his mouth and called out to Kyle. "How you doing Jew? Ready to give up the sunscreen?" He called out. Kyle shook his head bravely as he continued to laugh out.

"NOHOHOHO!! YOHOHOU STIHIHIHLL NEEHEHEHEED TO WEHEHEHEAR IT!!" Cartman shrugged as he went back to lounging in the pool.

"You heard him, boys! He wants more!" The fourth-grade class worked diligently, their fingers more energized than before.

"GAHAHAHAD!! I DOHOHOHON'T WAHAHANT MOHOHOHORE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!" Kyle laughed out earnestly as more spots were found on him, to in-between his thighs, to his hands, to his inner elbows, and the skin above his knees. His thighs were a winner, however. Jimmy and Tolkien pulled apart his legs and hugged his knee to grip and scribble their fingers in his inner thigh, causing Kyle to squeal and cackle loudly.

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Gerald and Sheila watched from the closed slider door, smiling gently. It was a rare sight to see Kyle acting like a kid for once with all his friends.

"He gets it from you, you know." Gerald held Sheila around her waist while they watched their son and pattered his fingers along her side. Sheila twitched as she bat Gerald's hand away with a blushing face.

"Oh stop it, Gerald!~ Save it for Saturday, honey~" Sheila cooed as the two shared a kiss, and turned for the living room as their son splashed in the water.

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"CHRIHIST!! SOMEONE- *hic* so-SOHOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!" Kyle cackled out as he felt Tolkien's fingers invade his toe spaces and Tweek and Kenny took turns blowing raspberries in his hip divets. They were having fun with this, actually.

"Wow, Kyle has a lot more endurance than I thought. If I had endurance like Kyle I would be so happy." Craig commented. Stan started to get uneasy. Kyle started hiccuping a second ago, and his red cheeks were concerning.

"Alright Cartman, that should be enough right? I mean, look at him." The boys stilled their fingers for a moment. Kyle still giggled to himself and twitched from the air moving around him.

"Aww, the poor guys all tickled out. Aren't you buddy?" Butters patted Kyle's stomach, which Kyle jerked away from reflexively.

"Buhuhutters- *hic* doho-dohon't touch me-" Kyle snickered as Butters fidgeted. Cartman stood up from the pool steps and looked down at Kyle. Kyle's eyes winced having to look up into the sun-filled sky.

"Well, Kyle? What do you say? Are we forgetting the sunscreen?" The boys waited intently for an answer; their arms still wrapped around Kyle's arms and legs while the water waved around them.

"Fuck no, fat-ass! We can't forget it, my parents will find out! Please, just put some on and we can start playing!" Kyle pleaded. Cartman sighed and gave the signal for the boys to start tickling again. Kyle felt the boys' hands around him shift and place themselves on his body.

"Wait wait WAIT! Okay okay! I'll forget it! I'll forget the sunscreen I swear!" Kyle yelled out. Cartman turned back and pointed a finger in Kyle's face.

"If I hear a single word about sunscreen or rules again from you Kyle, you're gonna get it! Alright, let him go." The fourth-graders slowly released Kyle. Kyle rubbed his wrists as the boys saw their fingers onslaught over Kyle's torso, the pink swipes and scratches on his white skin. Kyle looked to the side as he rubbed his shoulder silently.

"Well, I still need to put on my sunscreen, or I'll get grounded!" Butters announced. Kyle looked up at him.

"Yeah, I n-n-need to put on mine too, a comic always has to look his b-best!" Jimmy added.

"Hey honey, mind helping me put some sunscreen on my back? I could use it." Craig asked Tweek.

"GAH! O-Of course! Skin cancer is no joke!" Tweek winked as Craig smiled softly at him.

"We're all gonna put ours on, too." Tolkien, Stan and Kenny nodded in agreement.

"TIMMEH!!" Timmy smiled and exclaimed. All the boys started getting out of the pool to put their sunscreen on and made sure everyone was properly covered. Kyle had a huge smile on that wasn't forced on his face.

"Thanks you guys, you're the best! Now we can play all we want in the sun without getting hurt!" Kyle exclaimed. The boys all cheered and cannonballed back into the pool while Cartman rolled his eyes.

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"Aw dude, sick!" Stan shouted upon seeing Cartman at the bus stop on Monday. Cartman's face was pink with white peelies all over his ears, neck, and cheeks. He had suffered bad sunburn from the pool with no sunscreen. He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms in a huff.

"Whatever! Sunscreen is overrated and gay as hell! I don't peel, I'll just get tan after this!" Kenny and Kyle walked to the bus stop and stood next to Cartman. Kenny burst out laughing upon seeing Cartman, and Kyle let out a few sputters as well.

"AYE! You all better shut the fuck up! I don't need any damn sunscreen!" Cartman defended.

"HE LOOKS LIKE A FAT TOMATO!" Kenny cried out. Kyle and Stan both started laughing hysterically as Cartman yelled out at them.

"I'M NOT FAT! SHUT UP!" Cartman shouted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it, you big baby." Stan rolled his eyes as he clapped Eric on the back. Eric yelped as the sunburn on his back stung from Stan's slap.

"ACK! Don't do that, retard! I got sunburn-" Cartman called out, but shut himself up as his friends leered at him.

"What was that you said, fat-ass? You got sunburn?" Kyle said with a shit-eating grin as he slapped Eric's back. Eric let out a screech as he started running down the road, away from the bus stop. Well, as well as he could run anyway. The three boys easily caught up to him and slapped all their hands across his sunburned back.

"YOU GUYS- ACK! I'M SO SERIOUSLY- OW! STOP IT- ACK! STOP!- OW!"

After this experience, Cartman learned his lesson. He was never caught without sunscreen again, and abided by all of Kyle's rules before entering his pool.

[gigglypark]

here’s a jyle tickle fic that’s super short and stuff (they’re supposed to be teens in this, not sure if that’s obvious)

"They're such a p-p-perfect couple," Jimmy said, scrolling through his phone while Kyle laid on top of him, head resting on his stomach.

"What?" Kyle asked, looking up at him from his position. He was assuming Jimmy was looking at some couple's social media, like Stan and Tolkien's.

"I've n-n-never seen them apart before, either."

"Who..?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. Maybe Tweek and Craig. 

The brown haired boy set his phone down on the bed and stared at Kyle before saying "my asscheeks."

Kyle groaned and buried his face into Jimmy's stomach. "You're the worst,” he mumbled and Jimmy giggled a bit.

"W-watch it!" 

"Oh my god, does that tickle?" Kyle looked up at Jimmy with a smile, whos face was now pink.

"No...! Maybe,” Jimmy admitted before giggling again as Kyle scribbled on his sides gently. "You J-Jackass!"

"Wow, insults? Seems a bit rude," The redhead laughed and lifted up Jimmy's yellow shirt slightly before taking a deep breath."

"Wait, Kyle, don't you d—" Jimmy was cut short as he started laughing louder, Kyle having blown a raspberry on his stomach. He tried to squirm away, but the taller boy laying on him made it difficult.

After another raspberry and a few more scribbles to Jimmy's sides, Kyle showed some mercy and sat up. "Okay, okay, I'm done."

Jimmy sat up a bit too, glaring at his boyfriend as he giggled a bit more. "I'm so getting you b-back."

[galeexy]

Okay reposting it here because I made an actual account for this

Tickletober day 1! Anticipation!

[haha-mania]

Making Honky Laugh

Fandom - WWF/WWE

Pairing - Lee!Honky Tonk Man X Ler!Jimmy Hart

It was a Saturday night, and all of the wrestlers had just finished their matches. Some of them headed to their homes while a few others went to the lounging room to hang out, chat and get a bite to eat.

On the large leather couch, there sat Honky Tonk Man, the wrestler known for his Elvis-inspired gimmick and fun dance moves. He tapped his foot on the ground as he quietly hummed a tune to himself, lost in the moment.

Suddenly, Honky’s humming got interrupted when he felt a poke to his side out of nowhere. He let out a startled yelp before whipping his head to the side. Standing before him was Jimmy Hart, the energetic manager of his fellow wrestlers who happened to be a master of pranks. He was known to randomly tickle the wrestlers a lot whenever he got the chance.

“Hey there, Honky Tonk!” Jimmy said with a smirk, his voice full of amusement. Honky glared at him with an annoyed look. “Jimmy, ya son of a gun!” he added, which only caused the manager to chuckle.

“Don’t be such a grump, Honk.” Jimmy replied, earning an eye roll from the wrestler.

Jimmy suddenly reached out and gave a quick poke to Honky’s belly, making him yelp and nearly jump out of his spot on the couch. “Ack!! Jimmy, quit that!”

“Ooh, I think I just found your spot!” Jimmy said, smiling. He hopped onto the couch next to Honky, using one arm to hold him in place. His other hand started to target Honky’s stomach, tickling, squeezing, and poking at whatever spot he could get to.

“WHAAHAHAHA!! JIMMY, NOT THERE!! NAHAHAT THE BEHEHELLY!!l” Honky shouted, squirming wildly as Jimmy continued to torment him with his tickling skills. “Aww, what’s wrong, can’t handle a little tickle? Coochie coochie coo~!” Jimmy teased, making Honky’s face go red with embarrassment. “SHUHUHUT YOUR MOUTH!!”

The sound of Jimmy and Honky’s wild antics got so loud that it eventually caught the attention of all the other wrestlers hanging around in the lounge. They all stared at the duo, some confused and some finding it amusing.

Andre the Giant, with his massive frame towering over the other wrestlers, chuckled heartily to himself. Even the Undertaker cracked a rare smile at the sight.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Iron Sheik, his thick Persian accent laced with amusement. “Jimmy’s tickling Honky Tonk” replied Tito Santana, his eyes twinkling. "Looks like Honk's lost his toughness”

After a few more minutes of tickling, Jimmy finally let Honky go, leaving him panting with tears staining his cheeks. “That was so not cool! i WILL be getting you back for this!” Honky barked. Jimmy shrugged off Honky's threat with a grin. "I'll be waiting!" he replied.

Despite his annoyance, Honky secretly enjoyed the random tickle attacks from the manager. He was a good friend of his after all, and couldn’t stay mad forever.

[paxdemon]

[secretleeblogging]

Cool!

And For fics could I Maybe suggest Something to do with IWBFT, Maybe lee! Jimmy and ler! Rowan and lister? its okay if You don't want too, But I Love your account and i think you have some really good potential <3333

Have a wonderful rest of your day :)

A/N: hey!! thank you so much for your request, i appreciate it sm!! I haven’t read IWBFT in a while so i hope i can live up to your expectations a little haha

Fandom: IWBFT

Word count: 948

We’re here for you…

Touring had been a pretty heavy burden on Jimmy, and though he did his best not to show it, he was struggling now. They only had 4 more cities left on their tour, but having been away from home for almost 2 months, he was starting to get extremely homesick and also quite irritable. At the same time, though, Jimmy also dreaded going home too. He wanted home, but the routine he’d created on tour would be uncomfortable to abandon, and so now each hour that wasn’t spent rehearsing or sound checking or doing press or actually performing, Jimmy was sat in his own world, fidgeting uncomfortably and staring out the window.

“Are you alright?” Rowan asked him one afternoon as they sat on the tour bus, breaking Jimmy’s train of thought. He looked up, suddenly, and nodded.

“M’fine…”

“You don’t look fine,” Lister chimed in, who had just walked out from the bathroom and overheard this snippet of conversation. “Rowan’s right, you’ve been off recently. Is it the tour? We only have a few-“

“I’m fine, Lister. Both of you. And i know we only have a few dates left, i am keeping track,” he snapped back, a little harsher than perhaps either of them were expecting. There was silence for a second, and Rowan stood up, walking over to the sofa where Jimmy was sitting, staring out the tiny little window to his right.

“Hey, bud…” he said softly, sitting down at the end of the sofa and looking at Jimmy, who was purposefully ignoring his gaze. “Listen… i know it’s been hard these last couple months, me and Lister are tired too-“ he was interrupted by Jimmy laughing, quietly and sarcastically, “-and… and I also know that going home will be hard too, for you.” Jimmy hadn’t been expecting this, and for the first time, looked up at him through messy hair. He needed it cut, bad.

“If there’s anything we can do to help when we get home- or even now- please let us know… I mean, obviously we have to get back to our lives a little and chill and all that, but if you want us to come over or just want quiet company, you’re welcome to… just talk to us, okay?” he said softly. Jimmy was smiling now, just a little, and nodded a little. “Thanks,” he mumbled, and though he didn’t say much, he did greatly appreciate his friends’ support. It meant a lot, just to know they were there and supported him.

Rowan grinned and leaned over, ruffling up Jimmy’s hair which he quickly swatted away, hitting his arm gently. When Roman poked his side in retaliation, Jimmy squeaked, quickly arching away from the touch and holding his hand, looking at Rowan warningly and trying to hide his smile. “Don’t-“ he said, breaking into a grin.

Rowan looked over at Lister and smirked, and Lister, who had been standing to the side nervously (he was never much good at advice like Rowan, mostly just hugs and emotional support) smirked back, stepping forward.

“Y’know-“ Lister said slyly, “we haven’t seen you laugh in a very long time… not properly laugh-“

Jimmy was shaking his head, beginning to giggle and scan for escape routes. “Guys, hang on- let’s talk about this-“ he pleaded, but Rowan had already got ahold of his arms and was starting to hold them up. Jimmy slid down through his squirming, half laying down and half leaning on Rowan now as Lister came over, wasting no time in attacking his ribs. Jimmy shrieked, legs kicking wildly as he burst into hysterical laughter. “NOOHOOO!! LIHIHISTEEEEHEHER!!”

Of course, Lister aimed for a death spot first. Typical move.

Lister had to sit on Jimmy’s legs to stop him kicking so much, fingers digging into his sides and lowest ribs. He tugged tremendously at his arms, to the point where Rowan was struggling to keep ahold, and was using almost all his strength. Jimmy squirmed and screamed, cackling loudly and begging through his hysterics, attempting desperately to curl up and failing.

“PLEEHEHEHEASE!!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEEREEE!!” he wailed, and Rowan nudged Lister with his foot. “Hey, bud… lessen up-“ he said softly, and Lister paused, looking down at Jimmy and realising how there were already tears in his eyes. Stopping for a moment to let him breathe, he went a little red, embarrassed that he went a little too far.

Instead, he switched to scratching at his belly, resulting in a string of high pitched giggles to pour from Jimmy’s mouth. He squirmed less now, wiggling around and trying to hide his face in his outstretched arms with the biggest smile on his face. It was incredibly endearing, seeing that smile, so clearly loving it but denying it every second. “Lihihihisteheherrr… gehehehet ooohohohohoffff!!” he snorted, trying to turn away and escape the tickling. It only lasted a little longer before he did let go, and the second his arms were released he curled up in a ball, hiding his face in a pillow and continuing to giggle for a second. “Youhuhuhu guys are the wohohorst…”

Rowan shook his head and ruffled his hair again. “You love us,” he grinned, and Lister laughed a little.

“Sure you still wanna stay with us after the tour?” he teased, and Jimmy nodded a little as he looked at the others. “Yeah, i’m sure… just don’t be doing that-“ he laughed, trying to rub away the feeling from his ribs that still lingered after.

Lister chuckled and hugged him, and Jimmy instantly relaxed. “Thank you…” he said quietly, and quickly, Rowan nodded. “Of course… y’know we’re always here for you…”

[ghostlee]

Also LMAo here’s the one with Jimmy but bigger. Jimmy would actually be such a funny lee.

[nba24highlights]

Skip Bayless 🤣🤣🤣 Butt-ler!#jimmybutler #jokes #but-ler #butt-ler #jimmy #jimmybut-ler #jimmybutt-ler #haha #lol #ajajaaj #ajaj #skip #skipbayless #nba #nba24highlights #nbahighlights #nbaplayoffs #nbaplayoffs2023 #miamiheat

[motleyfam]

[dannystheone]

Could you please write a fic about ler!Clyde tickling lee!Jimmy?

Ah sorry this request was put in before I got on the boat! I had this idea for a while though so I thought I would flesh it out! I like summery aesthetics so I would go for a summer activity :) Also if this fic is a little lacking I apologize, I haven't written in a second so I have to get back into it :)

I hope you enjoy this!

Stop the jokes, Jimmy! (Lee Jimmy/ Ler Clyde)

The boys are spending the weekend camping with PC Principal as a summer activity. When Clyde gets into trouble, Jimmy tries to lighten the mood with some jokes. Clyde finds a way to entertain himself.

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Another log was added to the crackling fire; the embers of flame flying up to reach the dark indigo sky speckled with oncoming stars. The boys sat in a circle around the campfire, listening intently to PC Principal's scary campfire story. Their eyes were wide, not missing a beat. Smores and trash littered the area around the boys; a telling night of the activities they'd been up to that night.

PC Principal held a flashlight under his chin, the shadows on his eyes highlighting him ghoulishly. "-The man had admitted to falling in love with the woman with the green scarf around her neck. But he was too curious about the green scarf. It ate away at him, as he saw she wore it even when she went to bed. He asked her about it, and she said she would let him know when the time is right. One day, he had know what it meant. While the woman slept, the man crept up to her bedside and grabbed hold of the scarves end. He gave it a tug-"

PC Principal put his hand up in a claw for dramatic effect above his head. "-and the scarf flew off the woman's neck, sending her head rolling to the floor! MWAHAHAHA!" PC Principal cackled maniacally for horrifying dramatic effect. All of the boys rolled their eyes at the lame ending, while Butters clutched his knees and trembled.

"Bwaaah! Oh hamburgers, that was scary! I don't know if I can sleep tonight after that one PC Principal! Oh, Jesus!" Butters exclaimed. The boys, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Eric, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy, collectively rolled their eyes.

"Oh shut up, Butters. That story was lame as shit. Clyde's story was better than that one and I was half asleep." Cartman groaned. PC Principal sat up from his seat and stretched his kinked back.

"Alright everyone, listen up. We're gonna go collect more firewood before we set up camp for the night. Can't be too careful with these temperatures. Everyone, let's go." PC Principal announced. The boys sighed and got up from their seats, Jimmy turning to move as well. Clyde looked around at the moving group hurriedly.

"Oh uh, I'll stay behind with Jimmy PC Principal. It's uh...it's dark already. He could trip over a branch or something on his crutches." Jimmy gave an inquisitive look as PC Prinicpal considered.

"I'll be fine-" Jimmy started, but PC Principal spoke first.

"Good thinking. Someone needs to watch the campfire and our supplies, especially this late at night. You boys keep your head on a swivel, and we'll be back soon." PC Principal and the rest of the boys turned around to make their way into the dark woods.

Clyde snickered to himself as he pulled his Nintendo Switch out from his coat pocket. "Heheh, finally, some alone time." Clyde started up a game of Mario Kart. Jimmy looked over and pointed a finger at the console.

"Hey Clyde, I don't think you're su-supposed to have that," Jimmy commented. Clyde scoffed and started racing the computer characters in Moo Moo Meadows.

"Oh whatever Jimmy, it's not like anyone is gonna find out-"

A hand snatched the Switch from Clyde's hands like a crack of lightning. Clyde whirled behind him to see none other than PC Principal, tucking the Switch in an oversized pocket.

"And I'll be taking that. Head on a swivel, Donovan." PC Principal warned. Clyde gaped and groaned as PC Principal actually disappeared into the woods this time. The boy sighed as he laid his cheek in his palm.

"Goddammit, I try to get some fucking alone time around here. It's bad enough I'm surrounded by dudes as it is-" Clyde started, but Jimmy interrupted him.

"H-Hey, don't be down Cl-Clyde. We can still have a bah- a beuh- a beh- a banging good time with just the two of us." Jimmy reassured, but Clyde wasn't convinced. In fact, he looked even more glum than before.

"I doubt it," Clyde said simply and went back to his wallowing before the crackling fire. Jimmy was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

"Hey, Clyde. Wh-What do you call a hippie's wife?" Jimmy asked. Clyde sighed loudly through his nose while he begrudgingly answered.

"What, Jimmy," Clyde responded.

"M-Mihi-Mehe-M-Mississippi." Jimmy answered with a smile on his face. Clyde gave him a sideways glance and started throwing flecks in the fire to watch it roil and burn.

"N-Not a winner huh? T-Try this one on for size. Wh-What did one DNA say to the other- the other one? ...' D-Do these genes make me look fat'?" Jimmy joked. Clyde let the wind of the forest answer him as he gave Jimmy a blank stare. Jimmy swallowed and put on an award-winning smile.

"Wow, what a terrific audience. Okay, how about this one-" Clyde angrily swept the hair out of his eyes and splayed his hands toward Jimmy.

"God Jimmy just shut up already! No one is into your jokes dude! Just quit trying." Clyde snapped, earning a small flinch from Jimmy. The fire popped in response.

"I just wanted to make you laugh... m-my bad," Jimmy said in a small voice. Clyde looked up at him, the sadness in Jimmy's eyes illuminated by the fire. Dammit. He didn't mean to hurt his feelings.

"Jimmy I-" Clyde started, but Jimmy fidgeted in his crutches.

"J-Just forget it, Clyde. I didn't mean to get your Nin-Ne-Nintendo taken away." Jimmy said solemnly. Clyde felt bad now. He and Jimmy had never been terribly close, but he didn't want to sour any relationship between them like that. Clyde thought for a moment before a small grin showed on his face.

"Hey, Jimmy? Why are squids the funniest animals?" Clyde asked, inching closer to where Jimmy sat on the log by the fire.

"W-Well I'm not sure Clyde, why are they?" Jimmy responded innocently. Clyde set himself up on the seat next to Jimmy and prepped his fingers. Jimmy watched him warily.

"Cause of their ten-tickles!" Clyde answered and shot his hands forward to start scribbling in Jimmy's tummy. Jimmy sputtered and started wriggling immediately to get away from the fingers.

"Cl-Clyhyde! What thehe hehell?!" Jimmy twisted as well as he could with his crutches in the way, the metal pressing against Clyde's leg. Clyde scratched in various places around Jimmy's torso so he wouldn't be stopped so easily.

"You said you wanted to make me laugh Jimmy! So I'm making you laugh instead. I do have to do something to pass the time with no Nintendo, you know." Clyde said nonchalantly, while Jimmy's laughter petered over the sounds of the popping fire and hooting owls of the forest.

"Clyhyde! We cahan't be too lohohoud! Y-Yohou'll-you'll- hah!-" Jimmy tried to speak against the tickles but his stutter got the best of him. His cheeks were dusted pink at the thought of a creature becoming aware of their presence due to his raucous laughter.

Clyde smiled at his friend's attempt to escape the devious tickles. He fluffed his fingers up and down his friend's torso, pinching and wiggling his fingers in different spots to be unpredictable. Jimmy let go of his crutches to start slapping Clyde's hands away, but with the awkward positioning of how they sat, Jimmy was rendered immobile and unable to move away unless he crawled away.

"I'll what Jimmy? What's the matter, can't talk? You were talking plenty earlier." Clyde teased and fluffed his fingers around Jimmy's ears. Jimmy squeaked a manly sound and held his hands up to his ears to cover them. Clyde took advantage of that and squished Jimmy's lower tummy.

"Ahaha! *Hic!* Clyhyde! *Hic!* S-Stohop! *Hic!* I'll st-stohop mahaking johokes!" Jimmy cried, his arms shooting down to protect his stomach. Clyde was quick to scribble and tickle any spots that Jimmy left vulnerable, including getting past his defenses with ease and squishing his ribs.

"You will? I don't know Jimmy, I think you just have too many lame jokes in your system. It might take a lot more convincing to get me to stop." Clyde drawled and dotted his fingers anywhere that Jimmy wasn't quick enough to protect.

"Hehehee! O-Okahahay! I-I swehe- I- hehehee- I swhehe- *Hic!* hahaha!" Jimmy's stutter, hiccups, and laughter worked in tandem to prevent him from swearing off any further jokes. Clyde smirked as his fingers reached up to Jimmy's collarbones. Oh God- bad spot.

"Guess I'm too funny for you to stop laughing, huh Jimmy? Maybe I should be the next school comedian." Clyde wondered aloud, his fingers fluffing and tracing the collarbones under Jimmy's shirt. Jimmy turned into a turtle and tucked his chin into his neck to protect himself.

"Nohoho no no! Clyhyhyde not thehehere! *Hic!* Thahahat's a bahahad spohohot! *Hic!*" Jimmy was caught in between covering his collarbones to stop the tickles, and covering his lower tummy from getting attacked as Clyde switched to either tactic to keep Jimmy scrambled.

"Almost as bad as your jokes? I don't think so, Jim. This is pretty entertaining considering you got my Nintendo taken away. You have a lot to make up for. My Dad paid for that!" Clyde pointed out and used both his hands to scribble on Jimmy's collarbones and his tummy. Jimmy was starting to get tired from his exertion.

"I sahahaid sohorrehehee! *Hic!* *Hic!* I dihihidn't mehehean too!" Jimmy laughed and started pushing Clyde's wrists away.

"Jimmy let go!" Clyde demanded and tried to rip his hands away. Jimmy was still giggling, the residual tickles peppering his skin.

"Nohoho! Yohou'll t-tickle me again!" Jimmy pushed Clyde back on the log, just as their friends and PC Principal emerged from the dark forest.

"Boys! Are you alright? We heard noises from a mile away!" PC Principal dropped the kindling off next to the fire and walked over to the two of them. Jimmy swallowed as Clyde smiled cooly.

"Yeah, it sounded like a deranged cackling witch!" Kyle added. Jimmy's blush deepened at Kyle's comment, while Clyde's joy was elevated.

"Yeah Jimmy, why don't you go ahead and tell them what the noises were?" Clyde teased. Everyone dropped off their kindling and watched Jimmy expectantly.

"...Fuck o-off Clyde. You deserve getting your Nin-Ne-Nintendo taken away."

[tword-brainrot]

The Spider’s Den

Wilson finds himself caught by a more playful than usual House. Chaos ensues.

Lee: Wilson 🖊️

Ler: House 🏡

Word count: ~1400

 “Yes, of course. No I mean..huh?!”

Wilson’s eyes shot up from his paper, the not so Freudian slip causing his face to burn a bright red.

“I didn’t stutter this time, Jimmy~”

House teased, raising his wiggling fingers to him.

“W-wait! Hold on hold OHohon!!!!”

Wilson attempted to reason with him, already giggling madly.

House smirked at him menacingly.

“Holding…”

He jived, stilling his fingers but, keeping them poised to pounce.

“I-I..you cahahan’t just ask that an expect a strahahahaight answer!”

Wilson squeaked, his smile reaching dangerously cute status.

“But, I did get a straight answer? I asked if you wanted me to tickle you and you said “Yes, of course.” You didn’t even look up from your newspaper until you got all embarrassed…Now, I’ll ask again.”

He paused, pressing his fingers into his sides but, not yet moving them.

“Do you want me to tickle you?”

Wilson gasped, his eyes flitting between House’s hands and his piercing blue gaze. He was a bit shocked with him as prior to this evening, House wasn’t able to as much utter the word “Tickle”, let alone boldly say it 3 times as if he were summoning Beetlejuice.

“I-I….ummm…well..errr..”

He stalled, fiddling with his thumbs.

“Well errrr? Now that’s not confident at all, try again..”

House poked lightly, attempting to force an answer out.

“Ah! Okahahay! Yes, I do…want you to…t-ti….Tihihihi-oh goodness…that is hard to say like this, isn’t it?”

Wilson blushed, fully understanding why poor House couldn’t ask for it before. It was rather embarrassing to be looking up at House with borderline puppy dog eyes instead of simply directly asking.

“Not so easy down there, is it? It’s significantly easier from here.”

House chuckled, waiting patiently for the go ahead from Wilson.

“You’ve got thahat right…ok ok ok. I’ve got this.”

He took a few breaths, as if preparing to ask a more serious question.

��House, will you please tickle mehehe? Dammit, I thohought I could ask without lahahaughing!”

He chuckled, attempting to cover the bright blush on his face. What he couldn’t cover were the dual set of dimples adorning his cheeks.

House bit into his own lip, almost overwhelmed by the adorable display. Almost….

“As you wish~”

House’s voice was as thick as molasses, husky with a growl in the back of his throat. He began to prod at Wilson’s sides, deliberately pressing just below his ribs.

“AHahahaAhaha!!! Nonononono!!”

Wilson cried out, his laughter was nearly bright enough to melt metal.

“No no no? But, you LITERALLY just asked for this!”

House argued, closing in onto Wilson’s stomach.

“Y-You knohohow I don’t mehehehean it though!”

Wilson muffled his giggling, covering his face with his hands.

“So, you’re just saying that? Good, I wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon anyways.”

House chuckled as he confirmed this by kneading into Wilson’s tummy as if he were making a loaf of bread.

Wilson wrapped one arm around his torso, his other hand laid against his forehead as his laughter rang through the yellow lit living room.

“You must have really wanted this..I thought this was such a bad spot? And here you are, barely putting up a fight and making moves that are just plain silly…Silly.”

House jived, digging one set of fingers into Wilson’s exposes underarm and the other set place firmly around his navel.

“Ahahahahahaha!!! It-*hic* ihihihis a Bahahahad spohohot! But Ihihi cahahan’t complain, rihihight?”

Wilson cackled, shrugged his shoulders while lifting his arms to a perfect 90° angle.

“Wait..hold that, right there…I have a terrible idea!”

House’s eyes lit up with mischief as a devious idea racked in his skull.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, keeping his arms as in place as possible.

House grabbed his cane from the end table and brought Wilson’s left arm to lie parallel with the floor. He slinked the cane though his first sleeve and out through the other, locking Wilson into place.

“Ah!! What the hell??? It’s cold!”

Wilson shivered at the rod against his back before he realized the rather exposing position he was in.

“Ummmm…is it too late to complain? I think I need to contact my lawyer for breach of contrAHAHAHACKT!!!HAHAHAHOUSE NOHOHOHO!!!”

House abruptly began to scribble into the hallows under Wilson’s arms, leaning into the couch to pin Wilson’s left arm against it.

“You know that a lawyer couldn’t defend you from this, Giggles~”

House drew, dropping one hand to buzz into his pelvis and keeping the other up high to switch between his underarms.

Wilson arched his back, absolutely dissolving into loud laughter. Because of the position he was in, it made it much worse for him as his stomach was left open for House to take his sweet time tapping to the third button of his shirt.

“I’m-gonna-getcha…and there’s-nothing-you can-do about it…”

Each time he paused, a new button was released, keeping the top two, locked to keep Wilson in place.

“Ohgodnonononononono! That’s sohoho nohohot fahahahair!!!”

Wilson squirmed, attempting to cover himself in anyway possible.

“All’s fair in love and war~”

House jived, tracing gentle circles into Wilson’s sides.

Wilson continued to giggle but, not as madly as House was wanting.

He leaned just next to Wilson’s ear to gently peck the side of it, eliciting a squeak from Wilson. He turned the tracing into ghostly scribbling and began to whisper into his ear.

“Aww, does it tickle? Are your neurons misfiring and making you more ticklish? Hmmm?”

“Ahahaha!!! Mahahahaybe??? I don’t *hic* knohohohow!!! Eeeeee!!”

Wilson, simply put, was going absolutely mad, his blush burning into the tips of his ears.

“Scientifically, there’s no evolutionary reason for it besides our less intelligent ancestors needing to know when poisonous spiders were on them.”

As he said spiders, House began to spider his nails across Wilson’s exposed tummy, earning bright manic tittering from him.

“Nononono*hic*hohoho!! No *hic* spiders!!! Plehehehehease!!!”

Wilson squeaked, his hands flapping in vain to release himself from House’s trap.

“Oh but, you’re in the spiders’ den, Jimmy~”

House made this clear by making the spiders move faster, making them “bite” by sporadically adding tiny pinches with his nails.

“And they’re hungry for ticklish little treats, just like you~”

“AHAHA*hic*HAHA-HOUSE!! PLEAsE!! NOHOHOHO SPIDERS!!”

Wilson’s arms went limp against House’s cane, barely putting up a fight besides his loud pleading.

“Well, I could get rid of them…it’s an extreme measure though, it’ll violently kill them all…truly tragic..”

House sniffled facetiously, allowing the “spiders” to continue their attack on poor Wilson.

“PLEHEHEHE*hic*HEHEASEEEE!!!”

House’s grin widened as he was given the ok for the extermination.

“Remember, I warned you~”

House took a deep breath and blew a raspberry directly above Wilson’s Navel causing the “spiders” to “scatter” and “bite” harder as they “died”. He even made his hands continue to twitch a bit as he drew another breath for another.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT, *hic* HOW IS THAHAHAHAT *hic* KILLING THEHEHEHEM???? YOU’RE JUHUHUHUST *hic* KIHIHIHILLING MEHEHEHE!!!”

Wilson shrieked, now fully thrashing against the couch. House made eye contact with Wilson after deploying the second one to his left side.

“They’re allergic to raspberries, duh.”

House flatly replied, blowing a third one into Wilson’s right side.

“OKAHAHAHAY!!! OKAY!!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO MOHOHORE!!! HAHAHAHOUSE!!”

Wilson was bordering insanity as House blew a final raspberry right atop Wilson’s navel.

“There, all gone!”

House chuckled, very pleased with himself and the display on Wilson’s still cackling face. He was absolutely beaming with joy, completely drunk from the laughing.

Wilson squeaked as House slid his cane out from behind him, finally able to curl his madly laughing self into a little ball next to House.

After a while, House wrapped an arm around a still giggly Wilson, who responded by squeezing both of his arms tightly around House.

“You’re….fucking…evil…”

Wilson finally spoke, giving House the meanest stink eye he could muster with his wide smile.

“You love it and you know it.”

House chuckled, running his hand through Wilson’s hair.

“This was for the bees bit, wasn’t it?”

Wilson asked, looking up at House.

“Absolutely, it was for the bees. I’ll admit, it’s a pretty good bit. Works like a charm.”

House grinned, playfully tapping Wilson on the nose.

(This was prompt #12 on the list! Another excuse for soft boi hours, I love writing them like this 🥹)

[amazingmsme]

Ok since you said you watch MAWS I'm gonna start dumping hcs jsbxjsnskw

-As a kid, Clark is actually glad that he's ticklish since it was a "normal" thing to be afterall. It's a sensitive topic for him to be different afterall.

-Clark was first afraid to fight back those who tickle him because he might hurt them accidentally. So he just accepts his fate of tickles.

-Jimmy would do cheer up tickles to Clark ever since they became roommates. Clark can be swayed with emotions easily so it makes sense to try and be silly around him.

-Ok Clark is definitely a lee but after that interaction with Kara, I can see that he can be a ler who can tease if he wants to.

MDBSKSBDLR I LOVE THESE!!!

- Clark is so precious omg I can totally see him being relieved that he’s ticklish because it makes him feel “more human” & I can really see how the jokes about how people who aren’t ticklish “must be robots/aliens” would make him get really nervous & self conscious so internally he’s like “but you’re ticklish! You have nothing to worry about, they won’t suspect a thing!”

- he’s always worried about accidentally hurting someone with his strength, & he has to be really aware & conscious about not flailing around so instead he just curls up & lets it happen. It’s ok tho, he’s had worse!

- Jimmy is such a great friend, & he can always tell when his buddy needs some cheering up! He knew right away about Clark, but is so good at playing it cool & I feel like he’s had to do that a few times after Clark accidentally breaks something while Jimmy was just trying to cheer him up. Jimmy makes up some excuse & Clark goes along with it! But yeah, Jimmy can read him like a book & is always there for him

- our boy is a heavy leaning switch, but certain people bring out his playful side, & sometimes he deserves some good ol’ fashioned revenge! Jimmy’s got a lot to answer for, Lois is too cute to resist, & he has a lot of lost time to make up with Kara!