#playful tickles

[bigdumbtickler03]

I find it cute how some people will try to hide under a blanket to shield themselves from tickles, like oh okay let me just start poking and wiggling my fingers on different spots on the blanket and hear you laugh and giggle beneath it instead.

[magiciian]

Musical Monday

ft guest @dusktexanler as the tickler and me as your singer 🎶🎤

In this performance , I was singing White Christmas while Dusk tickled my feet/upper body/ 😌

Stay tuned for more✨

[guppygiggles]

Please look at this adorable YCH I got from @homunculuslover!! >///////////////< 💙💙💙 I... I really like Lunar. ////// He's teasy in that soft way I love so much and I just, um, I'm... so normal... //////// There are 2 slots left for this YCH! If you want one, details are here! HL also has commissions open -- info here! 💙 🔞 Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI! 🔞

[poussiffanche]

Here you go! Sun got "unfortunately" stuck in climbing net but he can count on Moon to help him.~ Will his technique work? 🤔🤭

[gingerlee-holds]

Viper's Venom

The info for this fic is here! TLDR: this is my Squealing Santa for @angelatmidnight1! It was very fun to write and I hope you enjoy! Goodness, I hope I haven't forgotten something-!

Word Count: 2,193 Reading Time: ~17 minutes Warnings: Mentions of death, tickling Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Reader (Implied romantic)

"Fresh blood oranges, right from the tree!" Y/N Sand shouted. The announcement of goods and their prices, along with many other varieties of speech, filled the Dornish bazaar, which made it very hard to hear oneself think. Luckily, Y/N has spent the last decade of their life training their craft in this place, selling their family's blood oranges and making a lot of money from it, too. 

Sunspear, the capital of Dorne, with its warm climate and scent of fiery peppers, always brought peace of mind to Y/N. They wore an orange robe to match the fruit they sold, with a golden necklace around their neck that glittered like the sun. They always loved it when the wind blew through the market because the sweet smell of her blood oranges could travel far.

A man in a yellow cloak appeared in the crowd, whose saunter caught Y/N's attention. He approached the stall, picking up an orange and inspecting it closely.

"This is fine fruit," he said, more to himself than the seller. 

Y/N smiled at such an opportunity landing in front of them. "You have a good eye! These are among the finest blood oranges in Dorne. Can't be beaten within a hundred miles around by the gods!" 

He looked up from the orange in his hand to look at Y/N thoughtfully. "I have had enough of blood for a while." His accent was distinctly Dornish, his face was sharp, and his eyes were piercing. "In short, I am not interested in your wares."

"I'm sorry to hear that, friend. Another day, perhaps!"

The man leaned over the counter. "I never said I was leaving," he said softly. A tense minute of silence followed as each studied the other's face. Finally, the man smiled, mumbling, "You are a Sand."

A blush of embarrassment crept up Y/N's face at the mention of their low birth. "You have a better eye than I thought," they said, trying to keep a grin on their face.

"Oh, do not be ashamed, sweet thing. Sands are my favorite." He smiled with all his teeth. "My absolute favorite."

Finally, a flash of recognition came across Y/N's face as they realized the man's identity. "You're Oberyn Martell- Prince Oberyn Martell!"

"I am, yes. And you are?"

"Y/N Sand. I'm glad to see you're doing okay. You didn't announce your arrival?"

"I do not like entourages." 

"Then why have you come here? Were you seeking to find something?"

"I was seeking to find someone, and now I have."

"We were all worried when you heard you were fighting in the trial by combat, especially for the Imp. How did you-"

The prince quickly put a hand to Y/N's lips. "Shhhh, sh, sh. Enough talk. Would you like a visit to the Water Gardens?"

"Your palace? I could find the time." Y/N smiled shyly, touching their necklace. 

Prince Oberyn smiled with his teeth again, holding Y/N's hand as he led them away from the busy market. 

As they walked together through the streets, Y/N continued asking questions, keeping their hand on their necklace the whole time.

"So, how did you win?"

"Hm? Against Gregor Clegane?"

"That brute. The Mountain that Rides. I heard he was nine feet tall!"

Oberyn chuckled. "Closer to eight, by my estimate." Another silence followed. "I poisoned my blade. That is all I need to say about that."

Y/N touched their necklace again.

"Why do you keep doing that? Your necklace."

"Ah, it was given to me by a handsome merchant a few years back for my help with some errands. He said it made me more attractive, something about magic."

Oberyn brushed a lock of Y/N's hair behind their ear. "I don't know about magic, but you have plenty of good looks without a necklace."

The fruit seller blushed and looked away, making the prince laugh. 

-

As the pair entered through the gates of the Water Gardens, the sound of raucous laughter fluttered through the air. The artificial pools and rivers before them were filled with splashing and play. 

"Children. My brother adores the sound. Come, let us go to a more sequestered location." Still holding their hand, Oberyn led through a courtyard. Through another, finally ending in a smaller, more sheltered area with an orange tree in the corner, casting the spot in a warm shade and a minor waterfall feature forming a little brook that trickled through the grass. 

"It's beautiful." Y/N stepped through the grass, smiling at the cool breeze and the shade of the orange tree.

"I have come here many times with many people." Oberyn walked forward with his usual strut, taking off his cloak and setting it on a bench. He wore a bronze-colored tunic underneath.

"This is an honor, my prince. I-" Their statement was cut off by Oberyn's laugh again. 

"Have you ever spoken to a prince?"

Y/N huffed and looked down at the grass. Suddenly, two of Prince Oberyn's fingers tilted their chin to look him in the eye. "I am asking you a question."

The action made Y/N blush. "I'm a bit out of practice." They liked his laugh. It was rich and infectious, filling any room he was in. 

"You will learn again. For now, though, here." With that, he gently sat Y/N down against the tree on the grass. "You are as delicate as a flower. I mustn't be rough with you." Again, he spoke more to himself than Y/N.

"May I ask why you brought me here?"

"You may."

A brief silence followed before Y/N, giggling, said, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Such a lovely laugh. I brought you here because I've spent the past week on the road, traveling through the desert wastes, all hoping to get home and spend the day with a pretty little dove. I am home, have found a pretty little dove, and am perfectly satisfied."

"Are you this flirtatious with everyone you meet?"

"You must know enough about me to know I am - not to suggest you do not deserve every word." He sat down beside Y/N, facing them. "Take your sandals off, you silly dove. How often have you felt grass between your toes?"

Giggling again, Y/N removed their sandals, smiling at the sensation of the cool earth under them. "You're very sweet despite everything your reputation makes you out to be."

"The infamous Red Viper of Dorne, sweet? This is new."

Y/N grinned cheekily, boldly saying, "You're not a viper; you're a milk snake." 

Oberyn's eyes widened in surprise, staring at Y/N. "Would you like to repeat that, little dove?"

Summoning every ounce of courage, Y/N stuck out their tongue. "A milk snake!" they said with a laugh, which turned into a yelp when they saw Oberyn move toward them. Y/N jumped to their feet, backing away.

The prince stood as well, smiling. "Oh, no, no, no! You cannot leave now! You have committed a reprehensible wrong against my name! I must have my justice, you know."

"W-wait, just stay away. I didn't mean it!"

"But you said it all the same. I am afraid I cannot have you leaving to tell everyone Prince Oberyn is the Milk Snake of Dorne, now can I?"

"I'm sorry! You're a viper, a vicious red viper!"

"And I'll make sure you remember that!" With those words, the prince lunged toward missing Y/N by a hair as they ran, leaping over the brook, laughing as they looked behind them to see a very evil-looking Oberyn at their heel. Y/N ran from the courtyard into a hallway, dodging down halls and around corners, hoping to lose the prince in the maze. 

They turned a final corner, and ahead, they saw a pretty courtyard with an orange tree and a waterfall feature. Before they could think, they ran right into Oberyn's arms, scooped right off their feet as he carried them bridal-style back to the shade of the tree.

"My little dove returned at last to face their punishment! How noble and brave you must be!" Oberyn kissed Y/N on the brow, setting them on the grass. "If you try to escape again, it will only worsen for you."

Y/N Sand nodded, keeping their mouth shut.

"Good! I would punish you now, but I have chosen a different approach. I will let the gods decide your fate. I demand a trial by combat."

"What! C-combat?!"

Oberyn stood a few paces away, grinning playfully. "To your feet, my dove." Y/N jumped up, and the prince rushed forward, ducking under Y/N's arms and knocking their legs out from under them. Flat on their back, Oberyn straddled their waist. "You are not very good at this."

"Noho, I'm not! Now let me up! You've made your point."

"I have not won yet!" Y/N felt a hand slide inside their robe, gently squeezing a spot just above their hip, and they began squealing. "A squealer! I should have guessed!"

"H-hehehey! Nohohohow wahahhait juhuhust a mihihinute!" 

"I will do no such thing! I must clear my name in the sight of gods and men!" Oberyn's fingers danced expertly, precisely finding every ticklish spot on his poor victim. 

Y/N squirmed and laughed uncontrollably, their protests lost in powerless laughter. "T-tihihihickling! Thihihis ihihis ridihihihihiculous!!!" 

The prince's nimble fingers moved to Y/N's sides, squeezing like a baker kneading bread. "I will tell you what is ridiculous, my dove. Insulting the name of a prince in his palace while being so very ticklish. I cannot imagine what would bring a silly little dove like yourself to such absurdity."

The teasing elicited more squeaky giggles from the poor merchant, who kicked their legs helplessly. Oberyn's hands moved up to Y/N's ribcage, wriggling over each little rib. 

"So many vital organs in here. Maybe if I wriggle my fingers here enough, I can tickle them, too. Do you hear that, little dove? I think your heart wants to be tickled as well! Nobody wants to be left out, right?"

"THihiHIHihis ihIhIHis CruhUhuhUel! StoHoHHop TehehHEheheasing!" 

"Cruel? That is a title I will not deny. Now, I must get a confession out of you, dove! Did you insult my name?" Oberyn smiled with his teeth again, genuinely pleased by the adorable sight before him. "Come on, sweet one, say it." His hands moved up finally to Y/N's neck, scribbling around. 

"OohOHOhohoberyn!! MeheheEHhehercyyhyy!!!" Y/N squealed.

"I'll give you mercy! You must first confess! Did you insult my name, yes or no?" 

"Ihihihi cohohonfehehess toho nohohothing!"

"A bratty little dove you are. Fine then! Feel the bite of the viper!" With that, he curled his pointer and middle fingers to look like snake fangs and drilled them into Y/N's sides, eliciting a defeated shriek from the small merchant. 

"FUHUHUHUCK!! GEHEHET OHOFFA MEHEHEHEHEEE!!!"

"You should be feeling my venom coursing through your veins by now. Rather potent, I'm afraid. Is it making you feel all squirmy and blushy? I think I can see it taking effect!" 

"YOUHUHU'RE SUHUHUHUCH A JEHEHEHERK!!! CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUHUHUT!!!" Y/N was in hysterics, writhing and cackling.

Surprisingly, Oberyn stopped, leaning back with a smug expression. "Will you confess? Confess, and I'll send you to the Wall! I do not want to kill you, you know!" 

Despite every single brain cell screaming at them not to make things worse for themselves, Y/N giggled and said, "You're such a milk snake, hisssssEEEHEEHEEEEK!!!"

Their cheeky hissing was cut off by more 'viper bites' before Oberyn turned around. "Very well! I, Prince Oberyn Martell, sentence you to death by tickling!" he giggled, keeping Y/N's feet pinned. "I knew I made the right call by telling you to take off those sandals."

"N-noHohohoho! Wait, wait, hold on! Can't we negotiate a pardon?"

"Absolutely not, my dove! Justice is a significant thing to me, you should know. Now, I hope you aren't ticklish here, for your sake."

Unfortunately, Y/N was very ticklish there, which Oberyn quickly learned once he began scribbling around on their soles. The prince's fingers explored every inch of Y/N's feet, marking each spot. However, when he got to the toes, Y/N's laughter turned silent, a sign it was time to stop. 

Oberyn got up, quite pleased with himself, and sat under the orange tree. Y/N regained their breath and looked up at him, a blush and a giddy smile plastered on their face. They crawled up next to him and wrapped an arm around his torso. "Monster," they spat playfully. 

"Careful, dove," he chuckled, wiggling his fingers again, making the merchant bury their face in his chest. "Get some rest. From my experience, trials are entirely exhausting." He yawned to prove his point. 

"Ihihit wasn't your trial!" 

"I've never been on trial. Well, except for that one time." He chuckled, rubbing Y/N's back. "A story for another time. For now, though, rest. I promise you will not find a more peaceful place than this in a thousand summers." 

Oberyn was right. It didn't take long for Y/N's eyes to begin drooping. Little by little, they fell asleep, a smile still on their face, cuddled into the arms of what must be the most charming prince in Westeros in the shade of an orange tree.

[mike-the-switch]

Tickling x Mario Kart

Tickling a lee whilst playing a game against them is the most fun thing! Especially with them knowing that if they do anything to disrupt your race will absolutely lead to their ticklish demise.....

The pause menu popping up the second the item hits causing them to immediately panic

"no no no I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" They giggle in panicky ticklish anticipation, squirming already from just the thought of it.

You hit me with that red shell - I swear down I will wrestle you down on the couch and I will squeeze your sides and knead my fingers into your belly until your cheeks and that shell are the same colour!

But if on the final lap, you hit me with that blue shell.....

I promise I'll tickle you so much you'll be laughing too hard to even utter the word "sorry" at all.....

I will pin you down, I will target your worst spots and I will wreck you all night long. I'll torment your toes, I'll tickle your soles, I'll tease your arches.

I'll tickle your ribs so much they'll never stop tingling, I'll pin your arms above your head and play with your sensitive pits until you lose your mind.

Now........

Are you ready to race? 🏁 🪶

[gigglebug444]

I’m not much of a ler but the idea of having the power to make a man beg for me to start tickling him instead of just grazing my lips against his ticklish spots has to be the cutest and hottest thing I’ve ever thought of.

“P-plehehase!”, “F-fuhuhuck!” In between pretty little moans and giggles <3

“Awww, but I’m still having my fun~!” <3

[eclipsetickles]

"Not What You Think!" - (France x England)

Summary: At a world meeting, who decided to let France sit next to England?! That’s asking for trouble. They begin mutual competitive drinking to try and tolerate being near each other. The drawback? England never considered that drunk France is even more annoying than regular France. Go figure.

Word count: 2035

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It was a rare bright sunny day in the normally dreary rainy city of London, the perfect day for the nations of the world to assemble and talk about current affairs. Everyone seemed in good spirits and was excited to get the meeting going, save for two very disgruntled nations.

“Bastard! Couldn’t you have chosen anywhere else to park your ass? The scent of your cologne is going to choke me out!” Arthur yelled, pointing accusingly at the Frenchman seated beside him who scowled in response to the statement.

“It is not my fault every other seat was taken! You are going to have to deal with it!” Francis crossed his arms defensively, clearly not very happy about the arrangement either. The two were rarely on the best of terms and tended to fight like cat and dog, both too stubborn to put aside their feelings and just cope with the rather small inconvenience of being 3 feet away from each other for the duration of their meeting. With a sigh, the French nation gingerly plucked his glass of wine from the table and elegantly (yet annoyedly) took a large sip, looking up towards the end to glare at Arthur, who in turn, followed his lead and drank from his brandy. Clearly, they would have to be a great deal more inebriated to tolerate being near the other.

“Well then, shall we begin?” Asked Antonio with a small smile and a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead, wishing desperately to get away from the tension that radiated from the other side of the room. Ludwig nodded, officially commencing the meeting.

The meeting seemed to be a success until about halfway through when another catfight broke out amongst England and France, seemingly triggered by differing opinions (and possibly a little too much alcohol).

“That’s it. You two! Out of here! We will pick up where we left off tomorrow.” Ludwig demanded, done with their shit. The Englishman spouted curses under his breath, immediately standing with a scoff and marching out of the room without another word. Francis did the same, tucking in his chair in an uncharacteristically clumsy way before spinning on his heel and taking off through the chestnut colored doors.

The narrow hallways resounded with the sound of Arthur’s continuing profanities, which led Francis right to him once more. Upon looking over his shoulder, Arthur noticed Francis looking a little more disheveled than his usual composed and carefully groomed self, and raised a thick eyebrow in confusion and mild concern. As angry as he was with the man, he didn’t want to see him getting lost in the massive English city trying to find his way back to his hotel. As annoying as Francis was, Arthur considered himself a gentleman and at the very least couldn’t in good faith just leave him.

“Oh? Checking me out, are you?” Francis winked, taking a step towards Arthur and posing as if he were a model. Yeah. He’s definitely pretty plastered. Arthur rolled his eyes and turned around, walking towards the exit.

“Damn fool… Come along now. My flat is just a few blocks away. You don’t look like you’re in too good a state to be running around by yourself, so I’m taking you back with me.” The Frenchman’s face lit up in an almost comically sparkly fashion, running towards Arthur and leaping onto his back, nearly taking him down in the process.

“ACK- Are you bloody serious?!” Arthur yelled, barely regaining his balance after the impact, but shook his head with a groan and grabbed hold of Francis’s legs, proceeding to hold him piggyback style as he took off into the outside world. This was WAY closer than he wanted to be to France today. It was funny to think that just 2 hours ago, he thought being seated by him was the worst possible scenario. Now he was stuck carrying a drunk 145 lb Frenchman back to his house. The irony was laughable. On the bright side, Francis wasn’t squirming too much as he tends to get quite cuddly after a few glasses of wine, and found a comfy spot with his arms wrapped around Arthur and his chin resting on Arthur’s shoulder. The physical affection would have been almost nice had Francis not been repeatedly attempting to nuzzle into Arthur’s neck and having his stubbly beard meeting the exposed skin there, driving Arthur near insane with the sensation.

“Get your frog face away from my neck! Your stupid beard is.. itchy. We’ll be there soon, so behave before I drop you on the ground and leave you behind.” Francis raised an eyebrow at this before smirking. Oh my, this could be fun.

“Oh really now? God forbid I make Angleterre itchy. My apologies. I shall be more careful.” He had the nerve to say before jumping at the opportunity to do it again, rubbing his cheek up and down the side of Arthur’s neck, making him squeak and scrunch his neck down to his shoulders, digging his nails into Francis’ legs.

“I SAID QUIT IT! Am I clear?!” Arthur fumed, gritting his teeth in embarrassment as he kept on walking, wishing he could drop the bratty Frenchman on the sidewalk like he had threatened.

“Itchy, huh?~ Mon dieu. That reaction seems just a step above itchy if you ask me. Dare I say, possibly even-”

“SHUT IT!” Arthur cut him off, his face getting red. He grabbed his keys from his left pocket, so flustered that he nearly grabbed the wrong one from the ring. France’s leg was also greatly impeding his ability to unlock the door, but he eventually managed, kicking it shut behind him and heading straight for the antique couch, dropping the Frenchman with a soft thud onto it. Little did Arthur notice, as he was about to turn around and head for the closet to take off his shoes, Francis had sneakily hooked a leg around him, and with a sweeping motion sent Arthur tumbling backwards straight into France’s arms. Arther didn’t have time to react other than notice a glimmer in Francis’ dark blue eyes and a mischievous smirk. That definitely meant danger.

After a few moments of wrestling, Francis ended up on top of Arthur, straddling his hips with that same smirk now turned into a much larger victorious grin. Arthur scanned his face for any clue as to why he was in this position only to pale completely once France raised his hands, curling them into claws.

“Listen old chap, can’t we talk about this? I mean surely you could use some rest and frankly so could I so if you could just let me up-” He rambled in an attempt to buy time, kicking his legs as soon as he saw France remove one of his black gloves with his teeth, wriggling his newly-freed fingers and hovered his hand just inches from Arthur’s midsection.

“You never let me finish my sentence earlier, Angleterre. That is suspicious, no?” Francis hummed contentedly, the teasing tone in his tone making Arthur squirm beneath him in protest. Damn… He had acted a little too nervous earlier, essentially revealing a terrible weakness to Francis. What a terrible outcome.

“So… could it be that you are perhaps… ticklish?” France drew out each and every word as if to add to the anticipation as he stared down at the Englishman who avoided any possible eye contact.

“It’s not what you think! I’m not.” Arthur spat back, crossing his arms over his midsection as if to defend himself, once again giving himself away. Man, he really wasn’t very good at pretending. Not that Francis minded. This would just be more fun this way.

“Not what?” Francis leaned in with a chuckle, relishing in the nervous energy coming from his oldest frenemy. England sealed his lips together as if refusing to answer, causing Francis to sit back up, clicking his tongue with a soft shake of his head, no real disappointment evident in his playful expression.

“Well then. If you won’t tell me, I will just have to find out for myself.” A devilish grin graced his handsome features as he went in for the kill, effortlessly grabbing Arthur’s hands and pinning them above his head with one hand, and beginning to prod at Arthur’s side with the other, satisfied as Arthur’s eyes went wide only to squeeze shut immediately, trying to ignore the feeling. There was no way he was going to give France even the smallest laugh.

That was until France changed tactics and started digging fingers into England’s tummy with a scratching motion, which broke the dam and sent the country into hysterics, filling the room of the flat with surprisingly cute bubbly laughter.

“Still not ticklish?” Francis teased, very pleased with himself at this discovery. He didn’t know how he hadn’t discovered this AGES ago. It would have been so easy to win any of their other fights by just skittering some finger’s along Arthur’s midsection. How fun.

“Nohot!! Cut it ouhohout! Shihit FRANCIS!!!” Arthur’s pleading fell on deaf ears. Francis knew he was going to get his ass kicked after this, so he may as well make it worth it and explore just a little bit. What fun was this if he stopped looking before he found England’s worst spot and made him eat his words?

“Too bad. Guess I just have to keep on tickling!” He laughed, having the most diabolical idea he could think of. Time was of the essence, so he would have to move quickly. Releasing England’s arms, his hands immediately shot to the Brit’s unguarded armpits, wreaking havoc in there. The noise that came out of Arthur was something between a shriek and a squeal, a noise that France had never heard coming from him before.

“Aww… Si chatouilleux. Adorable. But you still won’t admit it, right? That’s fine with me. The longer you lie to me, the more tickling you will receive, mon ami.” Arthur’s laughter increased at Francis’ words, mind racing between desperation to stubbornness. It was just too much, but he didn’t want France to win. Not this time. That said, he knew he would have to give in, or France may end up ticking him to death.

“PLEHEHEASE FRANCIS!!” He begged, squeezing his eyes shut again as the ticklish tingle covered his entire body, sending his brain into overdrive. He knew what he had to do, but could he even manage to say the words?

“Come on Angleterre… Arthuuur…” Francis knew it would happen any moment, and then he would be able to tease England about it forever. How fun. England kicked his legs fruitlessly, nearly knocking France off him with how much he was bucking underneath him.

“OKAHAHAY! IT TI- DAHAHAMMIT!! IHIT TIHIHCKLES!” Arthur whined. Francis took the hint and stopped his attack, admiring the nation beneath him, who was still shaking with small, cute giggles

“Alright mon ami, I’m done. I’ve heard what I needed to hear.” France grinned ear to ear, letting Arthur get up and compose himself. Arthur, who was still softly smiling, suddenly remembered he had a reputation to uphold and forced a glare at Francis.

“Ahem… Well, I see you've sobered up… I guess.” It was increasingly evident that Arthur wasn't actually mad at Francis at all, especially taking into account the rosy colored blush that spread across his face.

“Seems your smile was what I needed to recover!” Francis winked, reaching out to poke Arthur's tummy once more, eliciting another squeak from the ever serious man.

“Sure, maybe you think you won… but I'm wondering if perhaps you're also… er- you know. Ticklish.” Arthur muttered the last word, finally daring to gaze up to Francis to see his reaction. It seems like Francis wasn't prepared for this question, and with a nervous smile, he dashed off down the hallway towards Arthur's bedroom, locking the door.

“YOU BASTARD! GET BACK HERE! I'M SO GONNA GET YOU!” Considering he now had an excuse to wreck France as revenge, maybe that wasn't the most terrible experience he could have had. He would never admit it, but perhaps he would even think of it as… fun.

[dreamingticklee]

if you teasingly ask me "are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?" of course im gonna choose the hard way lol 😌🙈

[dummyprincesspup]

Tickle fight turned into cuddly tickles>>>

[bigdumbtickler03]

Sitting on someone’s ankles, giving them gentle feet tickles and they’re hugging you from behind while burying their face into your back as they giggle their head off

[magiciian]

Talk tickling with me!

with @dusktexanler

Use the hyperlinks below to get a visual if the tools in talking about ^.^

My tools

Dusk tools

Enjoy💋

I was babbling and moving wildly like I would be bound. *below is a pretty accurate visual representation*

Unbound on the couch : Occurred in two places—the couch after my feet were worshipped and the bed. My feet still lie in his lap. Patiently waiting to be tickled ….

Dusk started to trickle his fingers up and down my feet. Don’t let him fool you! He has nails !! Oh my GOSH- anyways, Maestro, cue the squeaky giggles! Then he decided to go up to my toes, and boy-oh-boy! Those tootsies are ticklish 😵‍💫 and a close second to the balls of my feet! He decided to stay for a few seconds 🫠 my, the stay was too long, but in his eyes, maybe it was too short 🙄😆. Next, I was surprised by the fact he went to my legs!

Short but skilled nails climbing up my calves , spidering on my knees and the backsides of them. Sometimes I forget mine are ticklish but I have never met someone so devoted to tickle them 🙃 .

Going to my hips 😩 and BABY - those are a hidden tickle spot because I - I seriously can’t take when they’re messed with 🫠 idk the sensation there is SOMETHING ELSE‼️

This is where I start sliding down the couch with laughter 😵‍💫

His fingers still trailed across my body - the next destination was my stomach 🫨 with his nails. It was terrible because I grabbed his hands to stop 😆

Sadly, that led to by arms being pinned above head and his frightening fingers taking a pit stop in the armpits ( get it? Sorry I’m in a silly goofy mood😝) then to the peak of the trail!

My ears and neck( idk if they were just more sensitive this past weekend, but damn, did it tickle bad 🤣). I was fighting to protect them because when I’d be successful, Dusk would tickle me in another spot, so I’d move my hands again- then he goes back to the ears 😖

NEVER in my life have my ears been touched as MANY TIMES as this past weekend 🫠!! He kept tickling and whispering into them!

THEN MADE ME LOOK INTO HIS EYES - By taking his hand under my chin, turning it to his eyes, and waiting for me to open mine 😵‍💫 ( this happened too many times !)

By this time, I was lying on the couch giggling, swatting my hands everywhere, and trying to pull my feet away, and the tickling just continued on every part of my body that had already been visited 😨

Unbound in bed ( tools in play): I was lying face up on the bed in the beginning - but honestly, by the end of it, I was on the opposite end 🤣

Feather fiasco!

Peacock feather, ostrich feather, and his quail feather were at play

😵‍💫🫠 Yes, I’m feather ticklish but next time they’ll have a staycation at home 🤣 Goodness the amount of times I’d fight Dusk to get that thing away from him 🙃 I would be successful at some times ! Others I’d get pinned down >.<

He takes it and makes it go everywhere on my body 😖 Of course, I’m just a giggly girlie the whole time! Proceeds to get the peacock feather and feather duster I own and drag them across my body 😩

Pursonic Panic!

- OH MY LORD - he grabs my most ticklish foot and puts it on me. Down I go into giggles 🫠🤣 I would purposely give him my other foot to tickle, but he’d push it out the way and stay on the one that is a bit more ticklish 😖

I was flopping like a fish , pounding on the bed and trying to pull away - but I have to admit he’s strong 🙄

Paint brush :

Easily slid up and down my feet🙂‍↔️

Those fucking BLACK GLOVES -

Need to be banished! Holy SHIT, they are something else OMGOAH 🤣😩 there’s nothing else I can say about those. I was a hot ass mess when they were being used.

I could not imagine myself stocked with them being used !!! I can barely handle the blue ones I have 🙃

Single flosser ( should have been sleeping soundly)

Alright, I had this tool hidden, but towards the end of the first night, he FOUND IT! He had me lay back down on the bed so he could use it on me. How rude !🤣 Next time, I know to hide it better or leave it at my house for a staycation like my feathers / vibrating feather🤣

[rengokusflames]

~Goofing around ~

Summary: While Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stay to settle at the old lady’s place, they decide to go to sleep. But something more playful comes their way🪶

(I took a scene from a episode and changed it to make it a playful time lol)

Orange text=Zenitsu

Blue text= Inosuke

Green text=Tanjiro

All of them are laying down on the beds the sweet lady offered them. Tanjiro is in the middle so Inosuke and Zenitsu don’t fight, But Zenitsu and Inosuke can’t seem to get along still. Zenitsu is still annoyed with how Inosuke acted back at the creepy mansion where they found the older brother of the 2 younger kids.

“You sorry?…” He asked with a straight face.

“Not really.” He told him with a straight face making Zenitsu more annoyed.

“JUST APOLOGIZE!!” He yelled. His straight face was replaced with a angry look. “Forget it!” The 2 seemed to start arguing again.

“Hey! Be nice!” Tanjiro scolded both of them. He couldn’t understand why they can’t just make up and be friends.

“Look Inosuke…We just won’t eat with you if you act that way.”

“Huh?! How’s that related?!” Inosuke was confused by this.

“Because meals always taste better when you eat together y’know?…”

“Yea, he’s right!” He responded.

“Did the 2 of you hit your heads or something?” He asked with a werid look. Although Inosuke still was talking calm. Despite him being aggressive….He’s not really yelling! So far… “LIKE YOUR THE ONE TO TALK ABOUT THAT!!” Zenitsu yelled AGAIN. These 2 really started to annoy Tanjiro. He remembers how his little siblings would argue and whine a lot which drove Tanjiro crazy as a older brother. But now that he lost all his little siblings besides Nezuko. He missed them so so much…The poor boy has been through a lot and still manages to keep a smile on his face.

Tanjiro just chuckles. His annoyance now gone. “You guys are starting to remind me of my younger siblings who used to argue with each other a lot.” Boy…He should have never said that.

“Wait what?” He tilts his head. While Inosuke seems offended by this comment.

“EH?! WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN GONPACHIRO?! ARE YOU TRYING TO OFFEND US?” Inosuke sits up from his bed and looks at Tanjiro straight in the eyes giving him a angry glare.

“W-What? No no! It’s not like that! I just find it funny! That’s all! I wasn’t trying to offend you guys. And for the record…My name is Tanjiro not Gonpachiro!” He seems embarrassed about saying that, he never wanted to make his friends upset by this. He also wishes Inosuke would say his name correct for once lol.

“WHY ARE YOU GETTING OFFENDED SO EASILY?! Don’t worry, Tanjiro! I’m not offe-” Zenitsu is interrupted by Inosuke.

“HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME?! YOU KNOW WHAT U WERE SAYING! YOU SHALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!” Inosuke yells at Tanjiro, still saying his name wrong. As he tries to tackle Tanjiro. Zenitsu tries stopping him by grabbing his arms.

“Hey hey! Enough Pighead! Leave him alone he didn’t want to offend you!”

“GET OFF ME! I NEED TO TEACH THIS IDIOT NOT TO MESS WITH ME!” Inosuke pushes Zenitsu off him pretty harshly that Zenitsu even yelps. But he doesn’t care. He glares at Tanjiro. “Inosuke! C-Calm down! I was just- AGH!” He is tackled by Inosuke. Zenitsu immediately screams.

“TANJIROOOOOO! NOOOOOO!! DONT HURT-…Huh?…” As he tries to defend Tanjiro he realizes something… Tanjiros Hands are pinned down by Inosuke, Inosuke uses his free hand to tickle Tanjiros neck and armpits. Inosuke….is tickling him?…Zenitsu just watches with a confused look and raised eyebrow while Tanjiro is dying of laughter.

“AHAHAHA! INOSUKE- HAHAHA PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!!! IM SORRY! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed hysterically as Inosuke got his worst spots tickled.

“Oh your sorry? Well I’m not stopping! This is what you get. Mwahaha! Die, die, die!” Inosuke tickles very fast and this just makes poor Tanjiro laugh even more hysterically. His laugh is so adorable!

“ZENITSUUU! HELP! *snort* AHAHAHA! ME! HAHAHAHA” he cries out. Zenitsu thinks about it for a second…Before joining Inosuke and tickling Tanjiro too. He tickles his sides and stomach making him squeal.

“Sorry, Tanjiro…But I’m honestly REALLY enjoying your laugh!” He chuckled.

“That’s right! He’s on team Inosuke! We are gonna tickle the life out of you. HIYAAA!” He tickles Tanjiro EVEN faster! While Zenitsu focuses on tickling his sides and stomach. Tanjiro can’t even breath anymore due to how much it tickles! But…Thankfully…After 3 more minutes of tickles…They let him go. Poor Tanjiro is breathing heavily.

“You ok?” Zenitsu helps Tanjiro sit up.

“Yes…I just…am out of…breath…” He breathes heavily and chuckles with Zenitsu.

“We are still friends right?…” He asks worried.

“Of course! Of course! Don’t you worry. :D”

“HAH! Your pathetic! Can’t even handle a few tickling?!” Inosuke wiggles his fingers.

“Oh shut up! Leave him be!”

“I’m not talking to you, noisy!” He rolls his eyes. While Zenitsu suddenly has an idea.

“Hey Inosuke…Your not ticklish are you?! I know you aren’t pathetic.” Zenitsu gives him a playful smirk.

“Well, of course not!…Tsk…” He seems to be avoiding eye contact.

“Inosuke, why are you avoiding eye contact?!” He chuckles. Tanjiro seems to find Inosukes reaction funny. It’s clear he is lying.

“Be quiet, Monjiro! I’m just focusing on something else!” Inosuke seems to be having a tiny bit of blush on his face. Both Zenitsu and Tanjiro laugh at this.

“Sure buddy…Sure…” Zenitsu smirks more.

“Everyone is ticklish! There is no need to be embarrassed by it, Inosuke!” He chuckles some more and tries to reassure him.

“Shut up! Shut up! I’m not ticklish! I am not weak, hmph!” He makes a pouty face and looks the other way crossing his arms. Tanjiro giggles at his reaction while Zenitsu sneaks up behind him and starts to tickle his ribs. “H-HEY! HAHA WHAHAHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING, IDIOT? HAHA!!” He tries pulling away from Zenitsu. By trying to punch him and push him away but nothing is working.

“You are ticklish! I knew it! Tickle tickle tickle! Guess your not the big strong man you are huh?!” He moves to his armpits. Making Inosuke laugh EVEN harder. His laugh is werid….But at the same time goofy!

“YOU DUMB@SS!! AHAHAHA! I HATE YOU SOHOHO MUCH! GAHAHAHAHA! *snort* HAHAHA!!” Inosuke is now on the floor trying to fight Zenitsu off. And it seems to be working. Zenitsu quickly panics and tries yelling for Tanjiro.

“TANJIRO!! HELP ME DEFEAT HIM! I CANT DO IT BY MYSELF AHHHH!” He’s now pinned down by Inosuke.

“Sorry, Zenitsu…But since you helped Inosuke instead of helping me…Your on your own this time!” He gives a slight smirk.

“WHATTT?? TANJIRO PLEASEEE! I DONT WANNA SUFFER!” He whined.

“HAH! YOU HEARD HIM! YOUR SO DEAD!!” Inosuke tries to pin his arms down. But Zenitsu isn’t making it easy. He keeps wiggling and trying to kick him.

“OI! QUIT MOVING AROUND! OR IL DO THIS THE HARD WAY!” Inosuke threatened him. He was getting so mad that Zenitsu wouldn’t stop moving.

“Don’t worry! Il help you, Inosuke.” Tanjiro grabs Zenitsu arms and pins them down, While Inosuke managed to pin his legs down too.

“I’m still gonna do this the hard way! So you better be ready!”

“W-Wait! No please! I promise Il stop moving just don’t do it the hard way!” He really began to panic. He couldn’t wait for what Inosuke was about to do. Inosuke tries moving the clothes the old lady offered them to expose his bare belly only. When he saw Inosuke take a deep breath…He knew it was absolutely over for him.

“NO NO NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NOOO!” He yelled in panic.

“THIS IS FOR TRYING TO ATTACK ME, YOU LITTLE IDIOT!!” Before you know it. Inosuke faceplants into his stomach and starts to give him massive aggressive raspberries. Making Zenitsu Squeak like a mouse. While Tanjiro tickles under his chin and neck.

“PPPPPBBBBTBTBT! PBBBBBTBTBTFT! PBTBTBTBBBBBB! PBTBTBTBBBBFT! PBBBBBFT!” Inosuke blows more and more raspberries.

“AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA *squeal* IT TICKLES TOO MUCH- BAHAHAHA! TANJIRO! INOSUKE! STAHAHAP! Zenitsu was laughing so so much! He kinda sounded like a squeaky toy!

“Haha! This is what you get, Zenitsu! Your gonna have to survive this!” He chuckles as Inosuke still is giving him raspberries. Zenitsu kicks and squirms to be let free, but it’s no use. Inosuke seems to stop after the 10th raspberry. Letting Zenitsu catch his breath. But after a minute Inosuke starts tickling his belly button, making him laugh hysterically again.

“NOHOHOOOOO! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!! HAHAHA AHAHAHA!” He shakes his head and starts going crazy. Tanjiro just chuckled and continues tickling him. Moving to tickle behind the ears, Zenitsu is just dying at this point.

“Zenitsu, Your laugh is so contagious that it’s making me laugh aswell!” He chuckles.

“Il stop if you tell me I’m better then you!” Inosuke gives Zenitsu a big annoying smirk.

“NEVER! AHAHAHA! HAHA!!” He squealed.

“Then, you will suffer! Mwahaha!” The 2 of them continue to tickle him. Zenitsu starts running out of breath, so he has no choice but to surrender.

“OK OK! I ADMIT IT! YOU ARE STRONGER THEN ME! VERY STRONG HAHA!”

“That’s what i like to hear! Hah!” He gives Zenitsu a few pats on the stomach then let’s him go.

“Are you alright, Zenitsu?” He seems worried if he went too far with the tickling. Tanjiro gives Zenitsu a pat on the shoulder.

“I…Guess…” He sits up as he managed to catch his breath. Tanjiro then pulls them both close to him.

“Alright…To make sure you 2 are getting along now. Give each other a hug!” He smiles at them.

“WHAT?!”

“But what if he crushes me?!”

“Zenitsu…Inosuke…Cmon! If you guys hug and apologize to each other. Il make sure to reward you both with your favorite food!” Tanjiro gives them both a sweet smile trying to make them get along. Zenitsu managed to hug Inosuke first.

“*sigh* I’m…Sorry for fighting with you…” he mumbled annoyed but ATLEAST he apologized!

“It’s…Err…Fine! Whatever…Im S…or….ry” Inosuke said it annoyed too. He even had trouble saying the word, but he honestly just wanted the food. He started to squeeze him harder, but Zenitsu tried not to make a sound despite how tight the hug is now.

“Thank you both! I’m glad you apologized to each other! Now…I want you both to try not to argue so much, can you do that for me, please?”

“Fine…” Both of them said at the same time still with a annoyed tone. But Tanjiro ignored it and just smiled back at them.

[tickledbreathless]

Trust Fall

(Based on real events ✨)

“Catch me!” They’ll say before falling backwards in front of you. It seems you’ve been made an unwilling participant in the.. “Trust Fall Exercise.” You can quite easily catch your mischievous friend, grabbing the undersides of their outstretched arms with ease.

Now you got a whole human being leaning into your hold with their weight. Now what?

Well… now you show them the consequences of putting their trust in you. As long you as you don’t help them back onto their feet, they’re stuck leaning into you, meaning you can pull them towards you as use your curious fingers to explore and drill into their underarms and sides! Try as they might, they can’t break the hold they’ve thrown themselves into. As they fail to control their laughter, you can remind them all you want about how they chose to trust you…

And what a pleasant mistake that was.

[gingerlee-holds]

okay so uhm- i know nobody was really asking for this heh- but idk i hate feeling like this story is unfinished so- remember the Fernsby Journals? ,,,yeah so i wrote the final piece to that lmao- im sorry gang this is purely for my enjoyment alone and i just wanted to get this silly story finished lmao so here enjoy xD

to those unfamiliar, The Fernsby Journals is a world of my own creation, it was made as an afterthought a year ago but it turned into a story and idk heres the ending lol

March 23rd, 1745.

Read the first one here! Read the previous one here!

Words: 1766 Pairing: Ler!Clara, Lee!Eren Warnings: None! Lots of fluff though (literally hahahahahahaha-)

"Are... are you sure this is the way?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Absolutely, Eren!" She poked the middle of my spine, making me jump. For the past ten days, it seemed she couldn't get enough of my pathetic reactions to her poking and squeezing, and I had had just about enough of her... unprofessional behavior!

"Mr. Fernsby! Please, Clara, I have a degree." I rubbed my back, glaring over my shoulder the best I could.

"This is a fact of which I'm well aware, Eren! If you'll remember, I was with you as well! I have the same degree you do." Clara hummed a tune she heard a week prior. 

We had been walking for perhaps a quarter-hour by this point, and needless to say, I was a tad winded. We approached the base of a large hill covered in bright green grass, and I sat on the gentle slope to regain my breath. Clara opted to continue walking for a bit, just to peer over the crest, and then she came back down to sit by my side.

I sighed and got back on the subject. "Now, if you knew where the featherflakes were, why did it take you so thunderingly long to take me here? It's not like we spent the time productively!" 

"Ah! But don't you remember, we had that study session, Eren!" Clara wiggled a finger in my ear, causing me to jump up with a squeak. I straightened my coat and huffed.

"When we were supposed to be looking for historical sources, I seem to recall you first eating all the biscuits I had prepared for us and then spending the rest of the hour tick- ahem... distracting me from the task at hand!" I turned to walk up the hill, wanting nothing more than to be finished with this nonsense.

"It was tickly tea time! I told you!" She sent another poke to my back, and I jumped again.

I whirled around and jabbed an accosting finger into her breastbone. "Listen here, you-!" However, I could not finish my statement as Clara took me by both shoulders with an affectionate smirk and gave me a gentle push. With a yelp, I began tumbling down the other side of the hill, yelling expletives the entire descent. 

When I finally rolled to a stop, I lay on the floor of the valley for a minute, groaning as the dizzy feeling wore away. "Are you alright, Eren?" I heard Clara call down from the hill.

I extended a shaky hand to begin pushing myself up. "Yes, I'm- f-fihihihine-!" I gasped with shock as I felt a tingling feeling in my palm. My head shot up to look around me, and I beheld a vast white plain extending for kilometers out of sight. I slowly reached my knees to gaze over this veritable sea of featherflakes.

"Welcome," Clara called from behind me, "to the Field of Feathers!" She laughed at my face when I turned to her, seeing her slowly walk down the hill toward me. "First recorded in 486 when the Romans occupied this part of Britain, the native tribes used this to their great advantage, turning out an entire legion of soldiers into squealing schoolchildren!" 

"How did-?" I started to ask, but she paid me no mind as she continued teaching me about this place. 

"Then, of course, when the Normans invaded in 1066, this field was the site of what was to be the greatest battle these isles had seen until then. Neither side knew this place existed, so both armies had to call a hasty - and giggly - retreat!"

I rubbed my head, stunned. How had all of this information eluded me? "I don't-"

"You certainly must know of the War of the Roses, Eren! Studied your history at university, I know. It was here, at the Field of Feathers, where the Lancasters forced a surrender from the House of York by so shrewdly pushing their enemy back into this field, where they were quickly tickle-tickle-tickled into submission!" Clara sat on the slope in front of me, smiling at me all the while. A blush darkened my face, and I looked down to avoid her gaze. "Then, a few centuries later, an adorable little scholar named Eren Fernsby became so enraptured by the idea of being tickled by the Field of Feathers that he somehow avoided all history of them in his textbooks. His library was filled with historical mentions of this place, but it seemed like he pretended not to see all these, to give him an excuse to visit the field for himself."

My head shot up, pale as a sheet. "I- You-"

She extended her hand, keeping her pointer finger out to keep my chin up toward her. "Many things you are, Eren. A scholar, a pedant, a stubborn little boy. Regardless, you have never been an actor."

I could feel my face heat up, red like a Lancaster rose. Whining softly, I felt my body relax into the grass beneath me. She had me all figured out.

"Now, Eren, if you please," she chuckled, reaching up to grip the back of my collar and turning me around to face the Field of Feathers. I felt my coat loosen as she undid my buttons, leaving me only my undershirt to defend myself with.

"Wait, wait, Clara, hold on," I pleaded, wriggling in her grasp a bit. 

Clara leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Study to your heart's content, little scholar~!" With that, I was unceremoniously heaved forward into the field, my disturbance causing the field to erupt in featherflakes. I didn't even get the chance to gain my composure before it was swiftly broken again, as I felt swarms of featherflakes rushing into my clothing. 

"N-NohoHoHOHOHO! CLAHAHAHARAAHAHA!!" I laughed, rolling around to stop the invading fiends, only succeeding in disrupting more featherflakes to join their companions. "MEHEHEHERCYHYHYHY!"

"Mercy?" Clara rested her chin on her palm as she watched me writhe on the grass before her. "Why are you asking me for mercy, you silly boy? I'm not doing anything to you~! You should be begging those featherflakes for mercy, and you will have to beg because you've so inconsiderately disturbed their peaceful spring day~!"

"DAHAHAHAHAHAMN YOUHUHUHUHU!" I squealed, unable to bring myself to my feet. The more I thrashed about, the more flakes I turned into the air, which only made me thrash harder! Somehow, I hadn't felt my shoes being tugged off my feet, and when I felt a few flakes finding their way into my socks, I well and truly shrieked to the heavens above. 

"Sohoho dramatic~!" Clara giggled, standing up. She cautiously approached the edge of the field, reaching her hand out for me to grab. "C'mere, cutie."

I rolled onto my stomach and began to crawl towards her, trying with every fiber of my being to ignore the hundreds of flakes filling the inside of my shirt. "IHIHI- IHIHI CAHAHAN'T REHEHEHEACH!! IT'S TOOHOOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!!" I cackled.

Clara rolled her eyes affectionately. "My goodness, you're ticklish. Whatever would have become of you if I weren't here to save you? Laughed yourself to death, I reckon." She reached out further. "C'mon, I'm right here. Take my hand."

I raised my hand to take hers before squealing in surprise at the feeling of featherflakes flying down my sleeve into my underarm. I shrieked and curled in on myself. "THIHIHIHIS-! IHIHIS HEHEHELLISH!" 

"Hm, then why are you enjoying yourself so much? Nobody can have a bad time when they have a big adorable smile plastered over their face~!" 

Looking up, I saw her hand, closer, within reach. I reached up to take it with a monumental effort, yet I missed it. Through my mirthful tears, I couldn't see her smile or that she had moved her hand back at the last second. "CLOHOHOHOHOSHEHEHEHERRR!!!!" I squealed.

"I'm as close as I can get, Eren! Come on, you can grab, lovebug~!" She called to me, and I tried grabbing her hand again, only to miss and end up with more flakes in my sleeve. I collapsed onto the grass and rolled onto my back, holding myself around my stomach.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEEEE!!!" I cackled at the clouds above.

I heard a fond sigh. "You really are helpless when you're being tickled. Guess I gotta do everything around here~," Clara purred. Suddenly, I felt her hand grabbing the back of my collar again, and with a single tug, I was safely back on the slope. "There, you baby, you're safe."

"BuHuhuhUhuut-!!" The feeling of the flakes hadn't gone away. The villains were still trapped in my clothing! 

"Ah, I see the problem. Here, let me help you out there~!" With that, I felt her hands diving into my shirt, picking around for flakes... and scribbling!

"NOHOHO!! CLAHAHARAAHAHAA!!!" I threw my head back onto the grass, kicking my legs as her strong arms worked around in my shirt. 

"What~? I'm helping you, Eren! Stay still. You're only going to make the tickly-tickly-tickles worse for you~!" She giggled beside me, throwing away all pretense of helpfulness as she scribbled over my belly button.

My eyes bulged out of my face, and I lunged upward. "NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASEE, CLAHAHAHHAARAHAHA!!!" 

"Oh, good heavens, you're a mess!" Clara tittered. Her scribbling slowed to gently rubbing with one hand, using her other to pick around to get the flakes out. "Just a bit of tickling, and you're absolutely helpless. Tsk, tsk..." 

I whined as she gently took all the flakes out, continuing to rub my stomach. My laughter slowly wound down to giggling and then to a ragged breathing. I was sprawled out on the slope of the hill, and Clara beside me lay down, not stopping her belly rubs. Before us, the flakes settled back down to the valley floor, and the sunset in the distance painted the Field of Feathers in a cheery, dare I say, tickle-me-pink. The warmth was getting to me.

"You look tired, dear~," she whispered. I didn't have the energy to reply as my eyelids drooped. "I suppose I'll have to carry you back home after this..." 

She said something else, but I didn't get a chance to hear it. For the life of me, I swear it sounded something like 'I love you,' but perhaps it was simply my weary delusions. I awoke the following day in bed, spooned by my sweet Clara. I didn't mind it as much. Writing down my observations could wait. I went back to sleep, a little closer to her this time. 

[cookiepie11]

Change it~ (stolitz SFW tickle fic)

Blitzø has such a wierd name for stolas on his contacts and stolas tells him to change it being the stubborn playful imp he needs some convincing..

lee blitzø, ler stolas (romance and tickles SFW!)

Stolas and blitzø was cuddling in bed both looking at blitzø's phone comfortably

"Bl-itzy!" Stolas said out of nowhere "why such a rude name for me?" He said teasingly

"what it's not that badd" he replied grinning

" it's litteraly creepy mouth aka one night stand" he said "that's so mean compared to your name on my phone"

"And what is my name on your phone? Fucking blitzy?" He said in a annoyed tone despite loving the nickname

"How did you guess?" He said and smiled "I even added a lil heart at the end!"

Blitzø blushed just a little

"of course it is"

"anyways you better change that name blitzy I gave you a sweet name you gave me a awful name!"

"ehe why should I?" Blitzø said getting cocky

"because im oh so upset at that nickname" stolas replied in a jokingly dramatic tone

"So what happens if I don't change it?" Blitzø grinned he was just being a little shiz to get what he wanted and he wanted affection

"I'll do this~" stolas practically purred and scratched his sides slowly

"Dohont you dar-dare!" Blitzø giggled " I swear to god I will kihille you- ehehe stolass STAHAP!"

"oh you shouldn't have got so cocky with me now my little imp" he teased "your laughter is so cute it almost makes me blush" he added even though they both knew his heart shaped face was blush pink

"SHUHUT THE - AHAHA NOHOO"

"say blitzy which spot should I get next? The neck? The horns? Or perhaps the feet? I can't decide! Why don't you choose a spot" stolas said knowing it would be a hard choice

"I DOHONT KNOW AHAHA!"

"you have to choose or I might stop" stolas teased though he wouldn't stop Blitzø's fun.

"PAHAHA UHH..THE FEEHET!" he yelled , they was all ticklish choices

"oh very well!" He said and grabbed his foot lightly , he started to scratch it softly

"PWEHEHEH!" he laughed with the cutest little blush "NAHAH!"

stolas grabbed a blue feather from his pocket and fluttered it on his sole

"TEHEHE STAHAP IT YOU- PAHAHA!"

"aw but you look so cute and you still havent said you would change it!" He cooed "maybe if I tickle here?" He said and nibbled his neck softly

"EEEK! NOHOHO STOLAS OKAYY ILL CHANGE IT PWAHAH!"

Suddenly he stopped and blitzø breathed heavily he had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard

"oh my darling did I go to far?" He asked genuinely

"No.." he stopped to breath "that was just fine..thank you" he said with a blush on his face and he layed back into Stolas's fluffy chest

He got his phone out and went to contacts to change the name

"oh you don't really have to change it blitzy I was just playing"

"nah I think this name suits more anyways"

He changed it to "my bird x"

Stolas almost cried at the name being the emotional bird he is but instead he just snuggled blitzø tight and kissed his forehead

"thanks you blitzy.." he said but he realised his little imp has falling asleep on him "aww..you do not understand how much I love you blitz.."

when heard that his tail wagged whipping stolas lightly

"shut up ya dork" he giggled half asleep