#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.

[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

[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 😌🙈

[thekawaiilee]

Tickle fight turned into cuddly tickles>>>

[ticklshalien]

Chewing at the bars of my enclosure as I try to not write tickle fics about my ocs, before giving info on them..

[bigdumbtickler03]

In the mood to sit on someone’s ankles and just tease their bare feet with the lightest tickles. Never using all ten fingers or scribbling, just feather-light traces and scritches over their feet and under their toes. Listen to their little giggles and occasionally turn my head around to look at their red cheeks and big shy smile.

[princeofashessss]

When your ler gives soft cuddles tickles from behind and all you can do is giggle and squirm as they coo sweet compliments about how cute and small you are as they also kiss and nuzzle your neck and ears .

[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. 

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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

[gracetickles]

SOOO

I have this little german exchange student friend, and I love him to DEATH.

Me,him, and my partner are all super duper close.

my (mean) partner just loves to embarrass me, right? right.

so im lightly punching my friend and my partner goes “wait grace, it’s a lot more effective if you do it right in the side” and as im looking over at them, they go to poke n tickle my side, making me fall over into my friend’s arms.

sooooo, my friend, goes “awh grace, do you have the tickles?” and wiggles his fingers up and down my side, while TRAPPING me in this torture hug eijdofc

so since then, his been using it against me CONSTANTLY.

Walking down the stairs? Bro is poking my sides!!! leaning over to grab something? Bro magically appears behind me to grab my sides or tickle my neck if he can reach it. (Which he normally can, he’s 6’6 w reallllllll lankey arms)

so there’s my lil tickle rant, 😇