#the more tingly and sensitive and giggly i get

[switchytransboy]

i think i finally figured out how weed impacts my tickle moods HAHA

if i’m like at the perfect level of high where im still on the climb or riding a mid level high out, i usually am super chaotic switch/ler-leaning

however

if i get really high, usually hit this point by evening LOL, that’s the point where i cross over the switch line into lee land 😅😅😂

[giggly-squiggily]

yk that thing where you give ppl the shivers? like the "spider crawling up ur back attack attack" thing? (if u dont know search it up its a pretty common kids game!) anyways its rly tickly and i was thinking maybe chigiri x EITHER reader or kunigami and just doing it to each other and giving each other extra tickles and maybe some ticklish kisses here and there and just laughing and having a good time? sorry this was so specific lol

*squealing, kicking feet, giggly* Oh my god Kunigiri!!! I love them so much, your honor! My precious boys- they deserve the entire world! And this game! I haven't thought about it in so long! I've gotcha covered, anon!

CW: Mentions of blood, spiders, creepy childhood songs

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @ticklish-n-stuff

“Gah! Bachira, would you knock that off?” Chigiri yelped out, squirming some while the dribbler ran away laughing. Kunigami was about to ask what happened until the redhead produced an ice cube, throwing it in Bachira’s direction. “That’s a waste of ice cubes!”

“Luckily you’re so hot, they melt on contact.” Kunigami winked, watching Chigiri blush some before flipping him the bird. He was smiling though. Mission accomplished.

“Shut up. You wouldn’t be so flirty if someone tried giving you chills.” Chigiri rubbed his arms together to ward off the cold, scrunching his nose at Bachira’s poked out tongue. “I bet you’d be a puddle on the floor- just like that ice cube.”

“Bet?” Kunigami asked, eyes dancing. Chigiri blinked, then smiled.

“Bet. Come here.”

The ginger assumed Chigiri was going to look for more ice, but instead the speed demon came to stand behind him, resting his hands against his shoulders. “What are you…?”

“Shhh. This is part of the experience. My sister used to do this to me all the time.” Chigiri got comfortable before pressing a finger into Kunigami’s back. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Treasure island, treasure island.” As he spoke, Chigiri slowly dragged his finger into a circle against Kunigami’s back. “X marks the spot, X marks the spot..”

It felt tingly, but nothing chilling yet. Kunigami pretended to shiver for Chigiri’s case, getting a light swat from his boyfriend. “Sorry- please, continue.”

“You’re so annoying. Anyway- Dot, dash, Dot, dash.” He poked at the center of Kunigami’s back, following it with a slash across it. The gesture made him squirm some- it wasn’t so much chilling as it was ticklish. He bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Spider’s crawling up your back-Gotcha!”

Fingers creeped up his back slowly before scratching at his neck, making Kunigami jerk forward with a wheezy laugh. When Chigiri did it again, he was laughing too. “Coohohme on, mohoohohve on alreahahhady!”

“Hehe, okay okay. Dagger in the back- blood rushes down!” Chigiri lightly pounded at the center of his back before running all five fingers from the spot, making Kunigami straighten up with a choked laugh. “Dagger in the back- you’re so ticklish!”

“Shuhuhuhuhush! Gehahhaha, huhuhuhurry uhuhuhup!” Kunigami was struggling to stay still- and the hand resting at the top of his lower back was not helping one bit.

“Hehe, okay- last one. Cool breeze, tight squeeze-” Chigiri hugged him around the shoulders tightly, blowing into his neck. “Now you got the chills!”

The puff of air on his neck was bad enough, but then Chigiri started tickling his ribs! Kunigami barked out a cackle before doubling over, laughing helplessly as he tried to shake off the snickery redhead. “Chihihihi! Chhiihihhi, coohohohme ohohohon! Ahehahahaha- Gahhaha dohohoohn’t kihihihiss me thehehehehere!”

“What? Can’t hear you!” Chigiri laughed as he carried on pressing kisses into Kunigami’s neck, burrowing his face into the crook to really reach the sensitive skin. “You’re so cold now, Kunigami! Let me warm you up!”

“Ahahha! Ahahhahhhaha, cohoohome ohohohon! Fihihihine, fihihihine I got the chihihihihlls! I got the chihihihihihills!” Kunigami pleaded, falling flat on his stomach as he squirmed. His laughter quickly caught the attention of the rest of the boys, who all took the executive decision to coo at him.

“Aww, is the hero getting beaten by his princess?” Isagi called out, making his voice extra sappy. The others oo’d and aww’d at them, laughing and calling out something about Kunigami having a soft spot.

“Stoohohohp gahahhahwking and heheheehehlp mehehehehe!” Kunigami called out, flailing an arm for mercy. Bachira, who was always ready to fight- quickly jumped in.

“Nohohoho, not like thahhahahahahahhat!!” Kunigami all but shouted when his legs were grabbed, feet scribbled at by the dribbler’s fast fingers. “Bahahhachira, gehehhet the hehehell ohohohohoff!”

“No, stay like that, Bachira! Keep tickling him!” Chigiri called back, delighted. He was like a cat who finally found his prey. Isagi shuffled over at some point, kneeling beside the open spot along Kunigami’s ribs before gently prodding at him.

“You know- I can’t even count how many times you’ve tickled me, Hero. Talk about an invitation for some well deserved revenge!”

“GEHAHHAHAH ALL OF YOOHOHOHU QUUHUUHIT!” Kunigami howled, face as red as his boyfriend’s hair as he twisted and flailed. “IIHIHIHILL FHAHAHHART ON YOHOHOHOU!”

“Oo, lemme smell it! I’ll guess what you had for lunch.” Bachira giggled in glee, earning a small “Ew! from Chigiri and a snort from Isagi. The threat of a fart made the rest of the boys scatter, diving out of the F-zone.

“IIHIIHIHIM SHEHEHEHHERIOUS! I WIHIIHHILL!” Kunigami cried out, slapping the ground rapidly. It was his signal that he was officially done. Chigiri eased up near immediately, gesturing for the others to do the same. “Eheheheh..hehehehehe..thahahnk you.”

“Heh, yeah no problem! Come on, Bumblebee.” Isagi pulled Bachira with him as they ran, laughing the entire time. Chigiri stayed where he was, laying across Kunigami’s back with a happy sigh.

“You know I really do need to fart.” Kunigami pointed out.

“Not the first time you’ve done so.” Chigiri reminded, too comfortable to move. “I don’t care.”

Kunigami raised a brow over his shoulder. Chigiri looked back at the challenge.

It lasted for exactly five seconds before the redhead dived off him, disgustedly flapping the air back towards Kunigami as the hero laughed and laughed. “You’re so gross!”

“You love me!” Kunigami gasped out, and soon Chigiri was laughing just as much. “My precious ice princess.” “Who are you calling Elsa?” Chigiri tsked, turning away in mock annoyance.

“It’s fine- just know I’m never gonna let you go.” Kunigami scooted him into his arms, pressing Chigiri’s back to his chest and wrapping him in his limbs. His heart was racing- matching the pace of Kunigami’s. How sweet.

Out of curiosity, he leaned in and blew softly into his neck.

“Eek!” Chigiri shooted his shoulders up with a yelp. He flushed near instantly, shivering all over. Kunigami was going to enjoy this.

“Hey, Chi.” Kunigami teased, leaning in so he was right up to his ear. “Bet I can’t give you the chills?”

Thanks for reading!

[missamyrisa2]

I can seeee how your belly is flexing and twitching just right and how your legs are quivering according to plan ~ I've been relentlesslyyyyyy preheating that lil gigglebox of yours with my rubbing thumb tickles on your side and my ever-so-evil single finger index nail scratchies on your royal button through those adorable panties ~ you're feeling allll those tingly lip prints across your pinkened tummy as I survey you with a smirk. How many giggly tickly wiggly edges has it been? I stopped marking them on the giggledoll board. And with one more ticklyyyy light feathery stroke on your button it finally happenssss~

"Ooooh~ oooh!!! Uhhh ohhh! Uh ohhh!!" I snicker and faux panic over you, not stopping my stride for even a beat as I follow your spastic squirming and arching, massaging your side with tickly rubs and tickling all over your royal area with wiggly nails. "Oooh nooo! oooh nooooohooo!!" I gigglemilk your body without mercy, moving down to kiss and raspberry at your thighs while I dance my fingers along your waistline, skittering about to stimulate those hot spots and pinkened lines of sensitivity. "Mmmmhh! Mmmmhhhh!" I imitate your moans with a teasing coo, nibbling at your hips and relentlessly rubbing along your pantyline, slipping my nails under the band while giving your button an overload of attention. "Mmhmmm mmhmmm ooh oh oh ohh oh my god oh my gawwwwd!" I moan tauntingly in your ear, still teasing your button while I start playfully tickling across your royal chest buttons and over each underarm. I keep you wiggling and weak, my hyperstimulated dancing doll. "Tiiiickles! Tickle dollllll~!" I call out as you start to get fuzzy, smiling like I'm a saleperson as I hold up my wand and move to pin your wiggly leg so I can start my lovely gigglebox up alll over again ~<3

[romanestuffsposts]

Hello! Can you do a sequel to the tickle story you just made? Where Bucky is the one who is away on the mission.

Steve spends some time with his little girl trying different ways to tickle her while Bucky is gone and Bucky does the same thing to her belly when he comes back?

I loved that story!

Hi there love! 💜

Of course i'll do it! Thank you for asking. I'm so happy you loved that one! ❤️

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : tickles, fluff, laughters, playful, pet names, teases, tickle teases

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a ticklish week with Papa

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It's the second day that you're alone with your Papa since your Daddy is away for mission and it was two wonderful days. He took a break from his work during those days so he could be with you, he didn't wanted you to feel like they were both away.

But now he has to get back to work. You sadly couldn't bring yourself at letting him in the office, alone, on his bothering computer so the kind little girl that you are, forced him at keeping you with him.

So you're bouncing, wiggling, talking and giggling a lot while he tries to concentrate on his work. He asked you to be quiet but of course, it comes in one ear just to get out from the other.

"Sweetie" he sighs, letting his pen falling from his fingers. He really needs to be in the silence to work. You peer behind your shoulder at him with a cute and question look on your little face he loves so much "I will ask you this one more time. I want you to be quiet for Papa, can you do that for him ?" he tilts his head

You smile and nod your head "YYYesss" you sing making him chuckle through his nose. He kisses your temple "thank you"

But the peace of the silence is quickly break by your voice who get back louder. He rests his back against his seat and sighs again. He starts to regret keeping you with him, even tho you made it as if he didn't had a choice.

He hold you by the waist to straightening himself but the tip of his fingers accidently twitch which tickle you a little. You giggle and push his hand away "Papaa" you giggly whine.

"what ?" he sighs. He didn't realised what he just did.

"stop ticking me" you giggle as you get back to what you where doing. Your Papa's eyes switch to you as an idea pop up in his head. He move the chair so you're pin to the edge of his desk without you noticing and sneaks his hands under your t-shirt.

You don't really pay attention, it happens that your Daddies do that because they know you like having you belly stroked or things like that but when you feel his fingers spidering your sides, you immediately flinch.

You squirm on his laps and try to move his hands but through your laughters and your fast movement, you don't have the strength to move his hands.

"what's the problem, sweetie ?" he teases, digging his fingertips in your sensitive flesh "i thought you wanted to laugh" he questions "and I want to be the one who make you laugh"

"P-papaaa-aa" you close your eyes at the huge sensation. Tears start to fill your eyes.

His wonder his fingers all over your sides and ribs making you more and more squirmy.

Right before you can pee on yourself, your Papa stops his torture and stroke your sides to get ride of the tingly feeling you still feel "are you gonna stay quiet for Papa ?" he asks, grabbing your chin so you'll look at him.

You nod your head when you get your strength back. He smiles and kisses away your tears "thank you, princess"

~

He really had lots of fun tickling you the other and since then, he can't stop thinking about it. How your cute little body squirmed on his laps, the laughters and giggles who slipped away from your lips. How you felt so small and vulnerable at that moment.

So when he came in your playroom and found you laying on the ground, on your stomach, drawing and that you ignored him when he told you that dinner was ready, he just had one thing to do

He quietly sneaks behind you and sits on the ground near your feet. He asked you one last time to put your things away and come eat with him and when he doesn't have an answer back, he doesn't have a choice.

His hand accidently wraps around your ankle and pin her on the ground and out of nowhere, without his acknowledge, his fingers lightly wiggle on your sole.

You scream and try to get away but he's a lot stronger than you so it's kinda impossible "uuuuugh Papaaaa" you scream as he plays with your defencless sole.

"maybe with that you'll learn to not ignore your poor Papa" he taunts. When he starts to play with your toes, your screams get louder and louder making him laugh "damn it, baby" he laughs "i didn't thought it would've been so funny to tickle you"

"look at those poor and helpless feet" he teases, grinning "does that tickle ? Ohh really ? It does ? I wouldn't have thought" he taunts.

"Papaaa"

"Aww your toes are so cute when they wiggle like that" he teases. Your tears start to fall down your cheeks as you cough on your own sobs of laughters.

"what's the matter, baby ?" he taunts "too ticklish for your own good ?"

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It's the evening now and your Papa is busy changing you before bed. The after dinner was just amazing, he puts a funny movie on the tv and gave you cuddles during the whole times.

But now you're feeling kinda grumpy because it's bedtime so you try your best to give him a hard time preparing you for bed. He took the double time he usually takes to change you because of you which doesn't make him happy.

As a punishment, because he doesn't want to badly end this evening who was wonderful, he digs his face in your hips and blows a huge rasberry. You harsh your back and scream with laughters as he shake his face at the same time

"there's the happy baby I wanted to see"

He blows a second one on the other sides as he blows multiple little rasberries on your sensitive flesh. You tap his head because you can't say a word through your laughters to ask him to stop and he does, knowing that if you get too excited you won't sleep.

"no more grumpy baby, okay ?" he asks after pausing his torture. You nod through your hard breath as you try to get it back. He nods and goes down to kiss your hips but he chuckles when you flinch at that moment "you're so cute"

~

Your Daddy comes back tomorrow and your Papa proposed to make him his favorite cookies for when he comes back. You thought it was a beautiful idea so you quickly agree to help him.

You help cooking everything and now you have to wait for it to be ready. Your Papa lifts you up from the counter and walks around the house. You enter the gym room where your Daddies train and smile because it means you get to watch your Papa training.

He puts you down on the ground and chuckle when you run around the room. You stop running when you reach the pull up bar, you look at your Papa "help ?" you sweetly ask.

He smiles and tilts his head before coming to you. He lifts you up by the waist and waits to be sure you have a good hold to let you go. You try to do like your Daddies but sadly can't causing you to groan.

Your papa chuckles and walks around you so he's facing you. He sees you trying again and failing again, he chuckles at your annoyance. You really are a cutie.

He brings his hands up and wiggles his fingers in your open holes causing you to gasp in surprise. You shake your body and try to kick him with your legs as he tickles your poor armpits.

"it's your fault, I'm too tempted" he laughs as he watches your face getting redder and redder.

Your armpits being one of your tickle spot, you don't hold for too long. Fortunately for you; your Papa is quick to wrap his arms around you as you let go of the bar.

"hey i got you, princess" he chuckles as he rests you on his hip. He kisses your cheek and keeps chuckling as you cough a few times.

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"Daddyyyy" you run toward him when you hear the door closing behind him. He laughs when he sees you and is quick to wrap his arms around you "Hii my beautiful babygirl" he smiles and kisses your cheek.

"how was your days without me ?" he asks as he steps further in the house. "was soo fun! But I missed you"

"I missed you too, beautiful" he kisses your nose "i'm happy to see you"

You giggle and shake your feet causing him to laugh at your cuteness. He enters the living room where Steve finishes to put away things that weren't supposed to be there. Steve looks up and smiles at his husband, he walks toward him and give him a sweet kiss as a welcome back home "i missed you" he whispers

"i missed you too" Bucky smiles as he kisses him again. "we made cookies!" you exlam, breaking their greeting.

Bucky gasps playfully as Steve chuckles beside him "no way! You did what ?"

"cooookies!" you sing and giggle when he runs to the kitchen with you in his arms. He rests you on the counter and immediately steal a cookie from the plate. He groans as he tastes the sweet he has in his hand "those are wonderfully good!"

You smile as you look at him. You're not gonna lie, you're proud of yourself.

"you looked at where is Sicily on the map who's in our room like I asked you to?" he asks as he eats his cookie.

You asked where he was going right before he leaves and he told you he was going in Sicily for his mission. You asked him where it was because you didn't know and he just said "well, you'll search in the map while i'm away and you'll tell me where it is when i'll be back"

Your face fell as you remember your conversation and you shamefully shake your head. Your Daddy tilts his head and smiles "it's okay, I'll show you then"

Your Daddy lies you down on the counter and lifts your shirt up. Your Papa laughs when he enters the room "what are you doing ?"

"I show her where Sicily is" he grins at Steve who chuckle and shakes his head. He learns against the fridge and enjoy the scene.

"so," your Daddy starts. He made sure to show all your belly, ribs and lower belly before starting. "we live here" he says and rests the tip of his index on your right ribs. You bite your lips to eat your giggles.

"and I went here" his other index digs into the space between your side and your stomach on the left side. You take a hold of his wrist and a giggle left your lips

"ah ah ah" he shakes his head "let go of my wrist, please" he asks. You bite your lower lip and let go of his wrist "where was I" he clears his throat "so those are the two points" he says and shakes both of his fingers making you giggle harder

"This is the way I had to take to get here" he travels his finger who were on your ribs down to his other making you squirm more.

"on our way to the mission we couldn't go in a straight line with the plane" he explains "we had to zigzags" he zigzags his finger around your belly. You shake with laughters "Daddyyy"

"and it rained at one point" he starts to poke all over your belly with his fingers. You try to turn around but he won't let you, he watch with amusement your face getting redder from the laughters and your eyes filling with tears

"and I finally reach Sicily" he ends by digging his index in the place where he points Sicily before.

You giggle and push his hands away from you "do you know where it is, now ?" he grins down at you.

You nod and giggle under his gaze. He laughs and bends over to kiss your nose, he lifts you up in his arms and hold you tight against his chest "god I missed you and your adorable little giggles so much"

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Hello! I LOVE your writing! If you're still accepting prompts for tickletober, may I please request (bsd) Lee! Fyodor and ler! Dazai (romantic preferably, but whatever's easier for you) with day 18, magic?

Dazai can cancel Fyodor's ability, making him the only one who can touch Fyodor without dying. I have a headcanon that every time Dazai touches Fyodor in a certain, very light way, Fyodor will feel a tingly sensation wherever Dazai touches him as a result of their abilities interacting with each other. Usually, it's just a bit tingly, but it gets very ticklish when Dazai does things like poking, rubbing, tracing etc.

When the two are having a sappy romantic moment (not often, let's be honest XD), Dazai will be a little shit and place his hands on Fyodor's neck/jaw before kissing him, making Fyodor all giggly and flustered. For a more platonic scenario, Dazai is (just like before XD) being a little shit and he thinks it's funny when Fyodor loses his cool. So he quickly grabs Fyodor's hands, causing Fyodor to do a full-body shiver and try to yank his hand back, but since Dazai is stronger than him, he's stuck there, forced to endure the tickles until Dazai thinks he's had enough.

Sorry if this is long, feel free to decline. Have an awesome day!

Tickletober day #18: Magic

Hsjdhskhdjsh I hope this is okay, writing a russian rat and suicide maniac together is quite challenging and after the latest season, I have a hard time visualizing them as romantic partners

I am a Dazai x Sigma believer ✌️

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Fyodor x Dazai (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Fyodor

Ler: Dazai

Warnings: Tickles!

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“You’re not so scary now, are you?~” Dazai teased, having pulled Fyodor onto his lap with ease and more importantly, without getting obliterated in the process thanks to his special ability.

“And look, I can even touch you all I want~” and just like that, Dazai’s hands started to playfully roam all over Fyodors torso.

Being touched like this was foreign to him, to say the least, but he didn’t plan on it to feel so damn ticklish!

“Oh, what’s this? Did I hit a sensitive spot?~” Dazai whispered teasingly close to the russian male’s ear, causing him to jolt upright.

“Tch, I don’t get sensitive” Fyodor let out a huff, trying to cover up the laughter that threatened to spill out of his lips. How foolish of him to think that Dazai would just leave it there, it is Dazai, after all. He thrives on other’s misery.

“Then surely you won’t mind if I do this, right?~” there was an evil smirk on Dazai’s face as his bandaged fingers found their way under Fyodor’s shirt, making sure to touch every inch of his torso.

“Mph!” his eyes instantly shut tight at the growing sensation, trying to squirm away from the offender, but he was too weak when in such a vulnerable pisition.

“C’mon, y’know you wanna laugh~” Dazai’s index finger poked it’s way to Fyodor’s navel, earning a startled gasp from the latter.

“Gah! Pfft! Ahahahaha! Dazai nohoho!” the damn finally broke and Fyodor’s laughter echoed across the room. His pale cheeks quickly turning tomato red as he tried and failed to control his reactions. How embarrassing! Someone so feared being brought down with something so childish, and yet, it didn’t feel all that bad to be touched so gently. Not like Fyodor would admit it out loud, but knowing Dazai, he already has an idea.

“Better get comfy ‘cause I won’t stop for a looong while!~” and thus, Dazai kept softly yet consistently tickling all over Fyodor’s belly and sides. Feeling like he was on cloud 9 for hearing such genuine laughter for once from this man. Even if neither voiced their enjoyment of this moment, it was pretty clear to anyone the giddy expressions they both wore.

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Update: After doing a very crack rp of me playing as Fyodor, I can say I believe in FyoZai love LMAO

[squirmywuirmy]

Tickle Combos that Kill Me

⭐️Ears + Literally anything else⭐️

-Hi. I’m here to say that if someone whispers in your ears or otherwise tickles them, it makes EVERYWHERE ELSE 12X as sensitive. This combo is unbearable, take your trash and gO.

⭐️Back of the neck + Back⭐️

-If someone does that thiNG where they rapidly squeeze the entire back sides of your neck with one hand, I am ALREADY silly putty. Add in back rib pokes, or side/back pokes, and I am almost guaranteeing I will be GONE. This combo is evil, honestly just the neck pinch will be enough to completely do me in.

⭐️Neck + Palms⭐️

-There’s a special place in hell for people who pin your hands down palm up and start to scribble along them, but there’s absolutely nothing but purgatory for those who do that, AND have the audacity to target your neck, another tingly spot, at the same time.

-This combo is chills.

-It’s not knowing how to process both sensations, and it’s just brrrrrr

⭐️LiterLly any two places on the rib cage/sides/stomach at the same time⭐️

-Jolting. Mind melting. Hysteria inducing.

-Have made me scream, I feel like this is the kind of tickle that causes someone’s words to become very choppy and cut-off.

-SCARYY:(

⭐️Hipbones + Thighs⭐️

-Squeezes.On.Both.

-Death.

-Not fair. Get out of here.

⭐️Feet + Armpits⭐️

-Oh my god.

-How are you even doing this

-Christ the world has not ever known a more frantic, terror inducing combo of ticklish sensations.

-Getting your feet raked while someone holds your arm up and is attacking your armpit?!?! I have horrible butterflies just thinking about it.

⭐️Tummy + Collarbone⭐️

-I actually ADORE this rare combo, it is SO curl-up inducing and giggly

-Someone spidering or poking the center of your tummy while squeezing on the sides of your collarbones makes me positively dotty in the best of ways

-I feel like the reactions with this one have such a high potential to be absolutely adorable, especially because the collarbone is such a rare spot to target.

[saturnzskyzz]

Sally face lee headcannon's

Pt. 1

・spoilers・

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Credit to: @choc0joang0 for the help with these headcannon's! They were HELLA creative with some of these!!

Sᗩᒪ

43% lee

He's more affected by light tickles more than rough tickles (their headcannon)

His ribs and thighs are a ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴛ ʜ s ᴘ ᴏ ᴛ

↜Tickle his death spots, and he will be all wheezy and almost out of breath, dude.

Bro is the squirmy type when tickled.

↜one time it got so bad that he flung his prosthetic off his face by how squirmy he was. ⚰️

He would do ᴀ ɴ ʏ ᴛ ʜ ɪ ɴ ɢ to hide his face if his friends tickle him without his prosthetic on. ↜Especially when he's holding stuff in his hands, he'll use it as his advantage to hide his face.

Tickle anywhere else and he would be a giggly mess. He'll wheeze here and there, only because certain spots get him more than others, but he's mostly a giggle box of joy.

Larry is fr the only person he goes to when he's in a lee mood. And I don't mean like those tiny lee moods, I mean when he's been having a lee mood for 3 days STRAIGHT. That's when he calls for help.😭

He's feather ticklish. (You didn't hear that from me) 🤫

↜his ears are the WORST when someone tickles him with a feather there.

He's embarrassed of his laugh, but his friends tease him by how "charming" and "cute" it really is to them.

ᒪᗩᖇᖇY

15% lee

He doesn't get lee moods often, but when he does, oh my GOSH. He's obnoxious!!!!! He literally bugs his pals days on end until he gets what he wants. (He's too scared to ask for tickles, straight up.)

He has the dad laugh.

His death spots are literally just his armpits.

He's definitely a mix with light and rough tickles.

He's the type to be sensitive on his face. So I guess that means he's also feather ticklish.

↜one time, Ash wanted to see how good of a makeup artist she was on other people, so she chose Larry as her target, and it led to them both finding out that Larry was, infact, feather ticklish. (I say feather ticklish as in really soft and light touches to the face that has him scrunching up his face)

↜His mother always bullies his sensitivity and just gives him check kisses out of spite. (Their headcannon)

He would so have ticklish palms. It wouldn't get him laughing, but he'd ball his hands in fists if you tried tracing his hand lines.

Mfker's probably hair ticklish too.

↜You know when someone plays with your hair, you can feel your head just get a tingly feeling? That's what he has. Especially when people play with the hairs that are attached close to his neck. BRRR

Hair tickles are probably his favorite too. He can't get enough of 'em. He craves it the MOST out of his lee moods.

ᗩSᕼ

50% lee

She's more ticklish on her sides, belly, navel, and probably her palms. (their headcannon)

↜An add on that was also their headcannon; she probably hides her palms because of how ticklish they are.

Girly has thick skin, so of course she's going to be affected by rougher tickles than lighter ones. (Their headcannon)

She will literally tickle others just fo them to tickle her when she's in a lee mood.

↜ she already knows who to go for, too. And it's most likely Larry and Sal, but mostly Larry, because Sal is too ticklish for his own good and will be weak to fight back anyways.

She squeaks when she laughs. (Squeaky laughs are 👨‍🍳🤌)

She's a fighter when she gets tickled without meaning to.

TOᗪᗪ

100% lee

Todd is ticklish literally EVERYWHERE.

He gets tickled the most out of the entire friend group. (Sal is second on that list)

His death spots would be his top ribs, feet, and armpits (ofc)

Rough tickles get him. IMMENSELY. Light tickles??? Not so much. But ROUGH TICKLESSS???!!. Great, his friends has sent him to outer space 🌌

His friends, ESPECIALLY his bf, bully him everyday. It's insane but cute at the same time. (Bro always gets him back though, and it's scary, but we ain't talking about their ler moods 😬)

(I like this headcannon a lot) bro has either made, or already has made a tickle machine. (Their headcannon)

↜ to add on to this; his friends teased him for WEEKS after sharing his thoughts about making one.

He straight up asks for tickles. He may be 100% lee, but he still has that confidence to just ask what he wants because he knows he won't get judged for it.

TᖇᗩᐯIS

37% lee

Ticklish sides. And his top ribs. Maybe even his neck too? 🤔 (how does one know these? Simple! No one 😶) the only people who dare to find out is probably Sal | ・I'd like to think there is another universe where they all didn't die, and they become good friends in the end, and so it resulted in them two being more comfortable with each other, and, and. Yea. They find out through friendship. 👬・

Screechy, but not the annoying type screech, kind of laugh, if you will.

He's the only who would yell "stop!" so confidently when in his lee moods when tickled, but he and the ler both knows that he's not wanting it to stop.

↜ "NO! Stahap! Ihi'm seherious! Ehahaha!" looking aah.

Teases won't get him UNLESS you have him cornered or pinned, its hard to explain. He's a runner, so taking away that ability, you've already won.

He's also a fighter when tickled, but he's self aware of what he does, thank goodness to the lers; He doesn't want to hurt the ler, so he limits his movements the best that he can.

When the lers are quiet, he goes insane ⚰️

↜"whihihihihy aren't yohohou saying anythihing?!" "sahahay sohohomething!"

He's self conscious of his laugh (_ _;)

ᑎEIᒪ

0.05% lee

He never gets lee moods, but if he does however, he suffers in silence because he's barely ticklish.

Literally any spot you try to tickle him at, bro doesn't laugh. The least he would do is giggle or chuckle, and that's that.

He finds it cute and endearing that his friends, especially his bf, try to find his "death spot" when he technically doesn't have one.

There IS however this one spot that Todd goes for to make him blurt out the most SWEETEST of giggles, but I'm not gonna say because it will spoil an upcoming fanfic.. Wait whatttt? 🤫🤫

His laugh is very deep and rich, but can also be high and some-what wheezy.

Bros a grabber. He will lock onto your wrists.

↜one time, Todd went for the spot that has him giggle up a storm, and bro didn't let go of Todd's wrists even after of his bf finishing his onslaught for minutes.

Rougher tickles get him. 🫡

·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•

Part 2 will have the following;

Lisa

Maple

Chug

[sunflowernoodles]

Sleepy

Seroroki brainrot is very real and I’ll leave it at that, I don’t think I’ve ever written anything this soft. But I hope you enjoy!

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Sero

Ships: Seroroki

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In Sero’s room, he and Shoto tiredly laid in bed together after a long day. Sero had his head resting on top of Shoto’s chest, right by his heart and listening to the soft thumping sound echoing in his ear. Sero had his hand underneath Shoto’s shirt and rested against his side.

Their legs were tangled together and Shoto could feel himself practically melting each passing minute from the warmth on his side and weight on top of him. His eyes were shut and Shoto could feel the temptation of sleep slowly stealing him from such a soft moment with his boyfriend, the lavender incense Sero lit doing the opposite of helping to keep him awake.

That was until, he felt Sero’s fingertips slowly and gently traveling up his side and he let out a gentle gasp at the sudden tingly sensations.

Sero loved just about everything about Shoto. How soft his skin was, the way his hip bones pointed out a little, the small bumps of his ribs, the slight pudge of his lower stomach, the way he stopped worrying about keeping his hair neat at the end of the day. But most importantly, the way Shoto so desperately tried to hold still and fight back a smile whenever something like this happened.

Occasionally, Shoto let out a shaky breath through his nose. The corners of his lips turned upwards into a little smile and his eyebrows were pinched together as he tried to stay quiet.

“Hantaha.” Shoto eventually quietly giggled out as he removed his hand from Sero’s back to clench the bed covers in his fist as some sort of resistance to his giggles that were gradually bubbling up in his chest.

“Yes, love?” Sero asked innocently, fingernails gently grazing over Shoto’s bare skin. Shoto’s heels dug into the bed after a moment as muffled giggles were heard through his stubbornly closed smile.

Shoto shook his head a little, knowing as soon as he opened his mouth he was doomed to a very giggly, tickly fate. Eventually, Shoto gave in and giggled softly, “Tihihickles.”

Sero just chuckled, “Awe, I had no idea.” He spoke and pushed Shoto’s shirt up a little as he shuffled so his head was level with his boyfriend’s belly. Then he dipped his head down and kissed the small pudge of Shoto’s stomach, making him squeak.

“Its soho bahahad.” Shoto giggled but was nothing but melting at the affectionate tickles. Shoto loved this kind of attention, and Sero knew it, so he took ‘bad’ as Shoto for just ‘way too ticklish’.

Sero just hummed quietly as he rested his head on Shoto’s stomach so he could look up at his giggling mess of a boyfriend. He found a particularly sensitive spot on the side of Shoto’s lower back that earned him a little gasp, followed by a small squeal as Shoto slightly arched his back to simultaneously get away from his boyfriend’s evil hands as well as allow easier access to the new tickle spot.

“Whats this now?” Sero asked, lightly scratching the small spot, grinning at the way Shoto made a cringed smile. Shoto threw his head back against the pillows and kicked one of his legs a little.

“Plehease mohohove somewhere ehelse!” Shoto giggled. If Shoto were more awake, he could probably handle this a little longer. But being as tired as he was? He didn’t stand a chance.

“Whatever you want, Roki.” Sero listened, taking his hand away from Shoto’s back and drifted down towards his stomach. He decided to place his hand on Shoto’s side again, ever so gently brushing his thumb over the sensitive skin.

Shoto calmed down a bit and relaxed back into the bed, soft giggles still obviously there. Though they picked up a bit as Shoto felt Sero lightly nuzzling his belly and giving an occasional kiss. Sero’s bangs hitting his stomach and his nose constantly brushing over his skin was more than enough to keep him giggling.

After a minute or two, Sero was satisfied with his limp, jellylike boyfriend. He kissed his belly a bit longer then gave a small raspberry bellow his bellybutton before finally letting up. He tugged Shoto’s shirt back down then moved back to lay his head on his chest, which his heart was beating a bit faster. Both from giggling so much and how flustering everything was.

Shoto’s giggles were breathy and his face was dusted pink. Sero chuckled affectionately at the sight of his absolute puddle of a boyfriend. He wouldn’t change a single thing for this. “You have fun?” Sero asked, wanting to be sure Shoto enjoyed getting tickled as much as Sero liked giving them.

Shoto simply nodded, the only thing that could be sort of considered words being a little “Mhmhmhm!” And nothing more.

“Okay, love.” Sero kissed Shoto’s cheek, smushing his face a little. Shoto’s giggles increased again for a moment before relaxing again.

Eventually, Shoto’s eyes flutter closed again and he slowly drifted off this time. Sero stayed awake a while longer, taking in the sight of his sleepy boyfriend who now had a soft smile and blush on his face.

[omomancer]

what i would do to omu: test his sensitivity with different magical lotions and creams. this one makes every touch feel more intense, this one makes his skin feel cold, this one makes his muscles relax, and that one makes him feel warm and tingly... how do they affect different parts of his body? maybe this potion makes him feel dizzy, or giggly, or aroused...

aw, thats fun! tbh he'd probably get so into the experimentation he'd have a hard time noticing exactly what they were doing to him- you'd have to get him to relax and take in the sensations

..at which point he'd probably start getting very quiet and embarrassed- squirming around and making little surprised and pleased noises depending on the sensation

[chibimochii]

Bc you asked.....i present to you....Ler scara ,, warnign this is so long , so uh feel free to put a "keep reading" button since. ler scara is making me feel all flustered rn

((also if ever you respond to thisss, is it okay you uhm tag this with the 🦋 anon tagg? if its okay with you ofcc,, this is for like easy access hsh

Now....Ler scara

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writing this was NOT EASY btw i felt all tingly and giggly just by typing this all out

- This guy is HUGE on revenge tks,,, like the moment of opportunity comes by, he can AND will get his revenge. also tckles you if he is in the mood

- Likes to pin his lee down to make sure his chances of winning are high

- [coughs] my huge weakness.....teasy/flirty scara.....imagine as he wrecks you, he likes to get near your ear, whispers evilly and smirks when he sees your face flush a deeper red or your laughter gets louder (it brings him a MASSIVE EGO BOOST...)

-Along with teasing... i feel like he would go "Ah, ah, ah~ Where do you think you're going, hm?~" im weak. im goddamn weak for this. if he says this to me im immediately dead.

-Laughs along with his lee. Dont, and i repeat dont look at his eyes when hes tckling you , youre going to die bc of how his indigo eyes seems to glow with that smirk of his is looking at you (i cant even type this fully my face is heating up rn holy shit)

-if his lee says a safeword or he notices that theyre near or at their limit, he will slow down to more gentle tkles,, and will hold you for a bit while you take in air, stroking your hair gently

-Will love to use the methods that makes you squeal, cackle and giggle the most (hes so evil). if youre sensitive on your tum/torso, he will spider his fingers all over it and, blows huge raspberries on your navel (the devious joy he gets when he hears you cackle and try to crawl away from his grip makes him grin widely)

-or if youre also senstive on your neck (and is close to you), he likes to wrap his legs and arms around your body to keep you still as he blows MORE raspberries on the nape of your neck . and also kisses and playfully nibbles there as you giggle helplessly

again this also makes him smug and smirk into your skin, chuckling lowly as all you can do is squirm and scrunch your shoulders up

-OR IF. your back is senstive he scratches the area on your back where the collarbone would be on your upper back and claws your lower back to your sides, sliding a finger up and down ur spine

-Ribs,,, oh god goodluck, hes gonna have a fun time counting them all and nibbling on it,,, glances up at you before biting very gently and when he hears you squeal, he gets encouraged to continue

-Ears. im. im deceased. he chuckles, goddamn chuckles into your ear and enjoys when he sees your whole face burn up. if you try to scrunch your shoulders up or move your head away, he'll simply hold your head in place as he whispers devastatingly tcklish teases into your ears

-When you try to even run away from him, he uses his anemo to blow the wind towards him so that your body will fall right into his arms. So when your body collides against his own, you can only smile nervously as he pins you down

-If you even dare try to tckle him back while hes tckling you, he will be absolutely merciless and get you even worse than before.

-His teases has a slight sarcastic tone but its still so flustering qvaniidvdbdjd my midn is meltinwg my body is also [car crash noise]

-Absolutely does tk punishments , which also goes in hand with revenge tckles. if you get his hat , he will tckle you until you give it back, or if you (playfully no ill intent) insult him, he immediatelt goes for your worst spots until you apologize

yeah uh. ahahuwha godddd ler scara is making me melt int he brainajsdbj

-🦋 anon

Ah darn, I can’t make the thing shorter- BUT now I know for the future! Thanks everyone for being so nice and explaining it ^^

Ahem, yes, my favorite Scara provider hehe (don’t apologize for giving me ideas mwah!)

Lee Scara is something that would keep anyone awake at night. And he loves it, it’s like having a black cat. It’s pitch black in the room but you feel the chilling air that somethings in there with you. Then you notice two eyes staring at you…

Also, this is super random. But Scara and Xiao being (in my own opinion) associated with cats… purring? No sorry-?!

[switchytransboy]

Does being stoned really make you more ticklish? 👀 I’m so curious since I only just started smoking pot a little bit and would not mind this teehee ^_^ but I also would 150% take advantage of high Avery if I had the chance 😇😉

hahaha yes it does, maybe not every single time without fail, but it usually heightens my senses and makes me feel everything way more. it even makes the thought of tickling me if i’m teased hard enough make me tingly and squirmy, and especially giggly if it’s a giggly kinda high haha. and this is wild bc usually teasing doesn’t get to me that hard unless it’s in person or if i’m sent videos/audios etc. so it deeeffffinitely makes me more sensitive and ticklish. it’s crazy bc i just wanna know the science behind it tbh 😂😂

but also i see that last line, watch it >:(

[missamyrisa2]

(That cleaning ask made me want to pull this mini story back out and write some more~!!)

I don't want to post it here because I'm sure it'll get flagged but you can view the artwork I had done for this scenario here:

Miss Amy struggled and squirmed. She tried and failed to stifle her voice again, and such futile fighting only encouraged her tormentor further. Her outfit hung neatly on a rack nearby. The gentle fuzzy fabric of her cropped sweater and the flirty short length of her denim skirt with the wide belt and flower buckle were by no means a tickle-proof outfit, but anything would be better than the total exposure she faced now.

At times in her giggly delirium the reflection in the many video feeds offering multiple angles of her plight seemed so far away, like it was another helplessly ticklish girl ensnared in this fiendish machine. "Navel cavity is at 43 point! tooo percent lint coverage. Proceeding with water cleanse" the robotic voice chimed with child-like enthusiasm and feminine flirtations. "No not again! Not the waterrrr!!"

Amy pleaded as with a mechanical wind a thick arm lowered and extended a metal nozel, carefully positioning itself as the padded cuffs on Amy's wrists and ankles moved her gently. She summoned her strength to wiggle away from the tip, but the incoming tool simply recalibrated. Amy watched in giggly horror as the water flowed freely into the attached tube, and with a little kick, the apparatus began blasting her sensitive divot with a concentrated stream.

It was like an endless parade of poking fingertips, with droplets scattering on her outer belly like teasing after touches. She shrieked and struggled, the jet following a strategic pattern to clean every tiny bit of her bellybutton. A familiar chime dinged into the bathing room and Amy shook her head, wiggling her toes and fingers.

"No no no!!"

"Feet. And Underarms. Have become layered in sweat. Recommend additional scrub."

"Don't scrub me again!!"

"Scrub approved. Cutie."

Amy shook her head as the cleansing machine's teasing voice and digital face smiled brightly. Mechanical whirls started up as spinning soft brushes spun into view and targeted her feet. The machine gently bent her legs back to hold her soles up for the incoming tools. She cackled out feeling the suds dripping from high into the crevice under her toes, and squealed madly as the brushes moved in to work their tickly cleansing magic.

Next, a gloved hand appeared in front of her and wiggled its big fingers. The robotic hand mercilessly coated her sensitive underarms with soap, careful to ensure the deepest crevice and all the edges were coated before moving to the next as a scrubby brush whizzed down and began merrily shuffling in circles.

How long had the cleaning been going on? Amy lost track a while ago. Certainly a trap set by one of her archenemies, the machine was possibly designed with noble purposes. But whoever set it here loaded a routine which Amy could not break, goals it couldn't fulfill. The cleaning at her belly caused sweat. The cleaning at her feet and underarms put dust and bubbles into her midsection.

Maybe the machine was purposefully doing so? Was it sentient? Such thoughts were lost when she realized her body was giving away a secret. She tried desperately to keep it down, her mind flooding with awful imagery to resist the touch, that soft tease. But it was a losing battle.

Another mechanical whirl as a scanning eye passed down her belly and between her legs with a tingly pink beam. Amy blushed hotly, she didn't want to acknowledge what all this slippery tickling and teasing had been doing to her body, and certainly couldn't hide it.

"Miss Amy is aroused. Controlled ticklegasm is recommended."

"T-Ticklegassm??"

There was no doubt the intent of this cruel cleaning machine now.

"Erotic hydrotherapy approved."

The machine dinged happily as two new implements sprung out from under the digital smirking face. A gentle sponge began slowly grazing her royal jewels, and a fluffy cloth on a robotic appendage started draping against Amy's swollen princess part. She squeaked a gigglemoan, pulling uselessly against the padded cuffs. Her body gyrated and tried to resist the soft supply slick affections.

The soft cloth draped up to the underside of her tip and mercilessly stimulated it with the tickliest of touches, like the flirty kiss of a lover. The sponge kept moving back and forth, cleansing again and again under her most royal areas. Her thighs quivered. The robotic hands began buffing her nipples with detail brushes, and occasionally sneakily tweaking and rubbing earnestly to make her really let out throaty moans.

Her resistance worn down, Amy soon tumbled into a soft ticklegasm amid the flying suds, gigglemoaning herself silly. Her head lay low, body going loose as the sensations rocketed all over her body, her royal milk coaxed out in perky spurts. Every peak of the ticklegasm had her screaming, struggling in the cuffs, and the machine never relented its gentle cleansing extraction and tickly touches.

And the beeps continued as scans rolled over her trembling body.

"High likelihood of residual ticklegasm honey. Engage drainage procedure."

Amy gasped and squealed out her words, trying madly to find any strength to stop as her body was moved into another position.

"Don't you dareeee you ffffff nnnnhh stupid bucket of boltss turn it offfff!!"

But she was helpless to resist as the machine flipped her around and gently spread her legs. From above a large vibrating began descending, and from the side a soft flexible tendril spun into view. Both were shiny and pink, both emblazoned with cute names. The wand was labeled "Finessa" and the tendril named "Caressa".

"Oh what the actual fuuuuuuuuuuckk~!! fuck fuck fuckkk!!!" She started whining and was soon nothing but a stream of desperate laughing moaning f-bombs as Finessa quickly went to work buzzing the underside of her still-throbbing princess part while Caressa was glistening with lubricant applied by the robot hands before diving in between Amy's legs to probe up to her honeyspot.

Her body shook and shivered and struggled and bounced, the sister tools working in tandem to tease Amy along into a further fuzzy ticklegasm with their vibrating tickly touches. As Amy bucked up, Finessa followed and grazed that death spot. When she pulled back, Caressa was there gliding along inside to stroke carefully on that most hidden of tickle spots.

All around, the cleaning tools gradually re-engaged. Scrubbing brushes taunted at Amy's feet. Sponges slid along her ribs and under her arms. The jets tauntingly sprayed whenever Amy was in the middle of a deep belly moan, targeting her navel and thighs mostly but also making sure to get her nipples and toes too. The sudsy jet floated freely, almost whimsically depositing its sparkly tingly bubbles all about this teased helpless body.

This time around, the machine made Amy ticklegasm hard. She was nothing but nonsense and cussing, her body quaking with overload, stuck in an arch as Caressa relentlessly dipped in and out while Finessa held taut but barely touching on the underside of her tip. They tickled and tickled until Amy released all her princess milk, indeed draining every bit.

"Ticklegasm has resulted in a messy Miss Amy. Recommend an extension of cleansing procedure."

[bucksfucks]

I want soft, tipsy, almost drunk sex w pornstar!bucky. like both of your bodies are warm and tingly and he’s touching everywhere

⟶ kitchen floor • pornstar!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || kitchen sex, tipsy sex, squirting, pet-name [peach], pornstar!bucky, praise kink, mocking, unprotected sex, fingering, giggly but messy sex — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

“Buc—ouch, no that’s—Bucky!” You were a tipsy, giggling mess as you collapsed onto the floor, right onto Bucky’s chest.

He was glossy eyed, staring up at you as he lolled his head to the side, “mmm, what is it, Peach?”

Neither of you were drunk, but neither of your were exactly sober.

“C’mon, Buck. Get off the floor, s’cold,” you tried to get him to budge, but unfortunately for you (and fortunately for Bucky), he was all muscle.

“But s’comfy,” he replied back cheekily, massaging your ass through the barely there panties before his hand crawled up and under your shirt, well, his shirt.

Your bodies were warm, unusually warm from the alcohol flowing through your veins. The alcohol that had brought you to the kitchen floor.

“C’mon Peach,” he purred, hiking your shirt up until your breasts were exposed and his hands were all over them.

“Jus’ wanna fuck you on the kitchen floor, s’that too much to ask for?” He quipped while pinching your nipple and okay, you caved.

“Mmm’only if you do that thing I like,” you giggled in response, eyes fluttering closed before clothes were gonna and this time it was you whose bare back was against the cold tile floor.

“This thing?” His cool digits skated around your lips as a shudder rolled through your body as he lightly brushed over your clit.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “but more.”

He chuckled, low and deep, “someone’s a little greedy,” he taunted as your smaller fingers wrapped around his thick wrist.

You were craving it, you didn’t want it anymore, you needed it.

And you didn’t care how you got it, just as long as you did.

“Oh, that’s what you want,” Bucky played dumb as he smirked, dipping his fingers into you core and curling them deep inside of you.

Yeah. This is what life was about; sex with Bucky Barnes.

“Such a good girl for me Peach, already takin’ two of my fingers.” He cooed, your slick wet against his fingers as he rocked them in you.

You could feel the pressure slowly building, like a fizzy can of pop being shaken—ready to burst.

“Can feel you, Peach, know you wanna let go—so do it.” He growled, like a taunt before you were wet—soaked, drenched, drowning.

“Look at’cha, squirtin’ all over my fingers, hmm? Nothin’ else ‘side that dumb baby brain of yours?” His body was over yours again, warm and thick as his cock prodded your sensitive entrance.

“My dumb baby,” he purred with a proud smirk, entering you as you hummed in content.

You couldn’t think of the words, so you let him do the work as he rocked his hips against you, his bare ass in your hands as he groaned and nipped at your skin.

“God, I need’ya to cum with me Peach,” he groaned, “milk my fuckin’ cock.”

It never took much from Bucky, just his aura was enough for you as your back arched and your legs shuddered.

Before the entire kitchen was filled with giggles, Bucky smushing your cheeks between his fingers and pressing a wet kiss to your lips.

“Now that’s what I call love, Peach.”

[fanficsandfluff]

Tickletober 2022 - Day 6: Cuddles

A/N: Thank youuuuu @ticklishraspberries!! I fucking love Barry more than I can say, I just wish more people watched it and appreciated it! I also know I haven't written for Barry except for like one other fic so my characterizations are me trying my hardest lol. Hope it still comes through and I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Barry

Characters: Noho Hank, Cristobal Sifuentes

Hank couldn't figure out which he liked better.

Night cuddles...

Cristobal would typically be in bed first, as he didn't have Hank's detailed nighttime skincare routine. And he would be watching TV or be on his phone, just waiting for his love. And when Hank emerged from the bathroom looking all glowy and perfect, he would hop into his spot in the bed and snuggle right up to Cristobal, either from the front or behind, all depending on which way Cristobal was facing. Cristobal would open his arm up to wrap Hank in closer to him and immediately start rubbing his love's arm. Hank was always so smooth, it made him simultaneously jealous and in awe. He could barely keep his hands off the man.

Hank would then take the time to feel up his love, too. Nighttime was his time to be snuggly and cuddly. He'd intertwine his leg with Cristobal's and feel the scratchiness of his partner's leg hair. Then he'd sometimes drag his big toe against Cristobal's arch to watch the man yelp and get a slap to his thigh in return.

Hank likes to draw patterns on Cristobal's chest and belly when they're in bed late at night with the TV playing something neither of them are totally invested in. But they need that little bit of light and noise to help them sleep. Or Hank would even start scratching absentmindedly at Cristobal's skin, just wanting to be near him and touching him. He liked when he zoned out in those moments, as he'd hear Cristobal's high-pitched giggle and he'd feel a strong arm block off the area he'd previously been caressing. If Hank was in the mood, he'd pout until Cristobal let him continue.

Hank would play with Cristobal's hair, too. If Cristobal was leaning against his chest, Hank would have his fingers carding through Cristobal's growing curls or his beard, scratching and grazing through the coarse hairs. He loved it and so did Cristobal.

... or morning cuddles...

The mornings were Cristobal's time to cuddle Hank. Well, cuddle and do practically everything else with him. Their bed covers were plush and warm as can be, but they still weren't as comfortable as being near Hank was in the mornings. Cristobal was early to rise, always. And he'd nuzzle right into Hank's neck, taking a big whiff of his lover's scent, and that action alone usually woke Hank up, giggly and a little breathless, definitely feeling tingly.

Cristobal was so happy he was growing out his hair and beard. The mustache was always fun to kiss Hank with, the Chechen usually smiling from how it tickled him. And now that everything was longer and thicker, well, Cristobal was in heaven.

After the neck nuzzle, he'd start peppering kisses into Hank's neck and collarbone. Hank was a mess of pleasurable hums and squeaks as he sunk further and further down into the bed covers. Cristobal followed him down, down.. and even more down some mornings, down to his belly. Then his thighs.

Hank's thighs were a special place for Cristobal. They were so sensitive he still had trouble believing it. Hairless, like the rest of him, so no boundaries... and when Cristobal would kiss down there, in between on mornings when the warm sun blazed the inside of their bedroom, Hank would explode in bubbly laughter. And the laughter might turn to moans depending on how the morning went from there...

Yeah, Hank still couldn't decide which he liked best. Both sounded pretty perfect to him.

[amazingmsme]

i’m living for the helluva boss content you’re posting !!! may i pls request 10 & 27 with stolitz ?

These numbers must be really popular lol. I think it’s so funny how you & that anon picked the exact same numbers! Great minds think alike! It’s kinda suggestive but hey, it’s Blitzo & Stolas, can you blame me? It’s a little suggestive tho, but nothing explicit.

Stolas had been wanting to try something new for a while, but was afraid of how Blitzo would react. Would he think he was weird and mock him? Would he refuse and walk out on their little session? He doubted he would, but he couldn’t help the anxiety eating away at him.

“What’s goin’ on in that bird brain o’ yours? You’ve been unusually quiet,” Blitzo inquired. And wasn’t that just the perfect segway to talk about his feelings.

“I’ve actually been wanting to try something new…” he trailed off, tracing the pattern of his bedspread. Blitzo smirked and leaned in closer.

“It couldn’t possibly have something to do with those fuzzy cuffs I saw earlier, could it?” he purred. “I gotta say, I admire the aesthetic, even if it’s not my exact taste.”

“Yes, I know. You prefer leather. And it ties into it…”

“HA! Tie, like bondage! I get it,” Blitzo barked out a laugh at the unintentional pun. Stolas offered a tight smile. Blitzo stopped chuckling, realizing that he was serious.

“Well what is it? Go on, you can tell me,” he encouraged.

“Well alright. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but I can sure as hell try,” he assured.

“It’s just- I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, and could really use a good laugh. So I was wondering if you could- um- wow I didn’t think this would be that hard to ask,” he said nervously, a slight giggle in his voice. Blitzo’s lips quirked up and he huffed in amusement. “Couldyoutickleme?” he rushed out in one breath.

Blitzo heard him loud and clear, but couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease him. “I’m sorry, what was that?” he asked, cupping his ear.

“I know you heard me! Don’t make me repeat it,” he whined.

“You want me to, what was it? Pickle you? Like put you in some vinegar and age you? That is fuckin’ weird,” he teased, but even as he spoke, he started cuffing him to the bed.

Stolas whined and looked away. “Blitzyyyy!” He chuckled as he straddled his waist.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, wiggling his fingers above him. He faked an attack, making the owl demon shriek. Blitzo cackled as his cheeks reddened.

“Y-you’re a horrible tease! I-I changed my mind, you don’t deserve this,” he said in a prissy voice, tugging on his arms.

“Oh no, too late to back out now. Besides, I know you love it when I’m mean,” he purred, cupping his chin. Stolas melted at the touch.

“That I do…” he agreed with a dreamy smile.

“You up for a little challenge?” he asked, mischief dancing in the imp’s eyes. A pleasant chill ran up Stolas’s spine.

“As always,” he purred.

“Good. I wonder how long you can go without laughing?” he pondered aloud. “I mean, if you can manage to stay quite during all that other stuff, this should be a piece of cake for you,” he teased.

“Ihihi don’t know… want to find out?” he invited, arching his back.

“You bet your sweet ass I do! Don’t think this means I’ll go easy on ya,” Blitzo teased with a wink. “I love watching you break.” Without further ado, he began scratching over his belly. Stolas squeezed his eyes shut, squirming side to side. A wobbly grin was plastered on his face, and he sucked his tummy in, trying to escape the tingly feeling.

Blitzo traced shapes over his feathery tummy, making him writhe around on the bed. His breath was starting to get more sporadic as he fought to stay quiet.

“I’m actually surprised you haven’t cracked yet. I know how sensitive you are,” he teased, dragging a single finger down his chest all the way to his waist line. Stolas arched his back sharply, a giggly whimper escaping. Blitzo smirked down at him, walking his fingers up his sides. Stolas was smiling brightly, clearly struggling to contain his laughter.

“What happens if I tickle you… here?” Blitzo asked, suddenly diving for his exposed pits. The floodgates broke and Stolas’s wild laughter flooded the room.

Now the real fun could begin.

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

I was wondering if you could do something where Virgil gets stuck somewhere and the twins find him and team up to take advantage of the situation? Thank you in advance, your work is amazing!

Warning: Intense tickles, maybe you could say bondage? It’s just the rope trap and Virgil’s own shirt

Of all the things to happen in the imagination. And of all the people for them to happen to, it happened to be Anxiety, caught in a trap.

It was a simple rope trap, snagging his ankles and jerking him upside down, hidden well enough that even with all his wariness he hadn’t seen it.

“I don’t even hardly go in the imagination and then the one time I do I get stuck,” Virgil grumbled.

He’d tried to get out, twisting and thrashing and grabbing, but it didn’t do any good. He was lucky he wasn’t human, or the blood rush to his head would’ve become painful. As it was, he was just exhausted from thrashing and very very bored of being stuck.

And then he heard footsteps.

His heart beat faster, worried that the Hunter had arrived. He wasn’t sure what the imaginary hunter might do, but he was still more than nervous.

“Ohhh~ look what we have here~” a very familiar voice said.

“Remus,” Virgil sighed, relieved. “I’m glad you’re here, can you let me down?”

Remus walked around in front of him. “But I caught you~”

Remus made a summoning motion, and Roman rose up. “Look what I caught, Ro~ weren’t you just saying earlier you wished you could find someone a little stuck for a few pokes~?”

A few pokes… Virgil’s face went red and he covered his stomach.

Roman grinned at his reaction. “I did say that, didn’t I? Maybe there’s a reason this little Stormcloud let himself get caught, hmm?”

“I-I didn’t! Not for— not on purpose!” And he hadn’t, truly, had anything of the kind in mind when he’d wandered into the imagination. Now though, presented with two grinning Lers, butterflies were growing in his belly.

Remus sat down in front of Virgil’s face, tugging surprisingly gently at his arms. Virgil had already spent his energy on thrashing earlier, and didn’t have much fight left in him to resist. His arms were pulled down, so they dangled straight, which made his shirt flip up over his face.

Roman moved his shirt so he could look him in the eyes, more serious now. “You can say no, now or anytime.”

Virgil blushed at having to admit he wanted to be tickled now, even just by not saying no. “Thanks,” he mumbled, biting his lip.

Roman grinned, evil and hungry looking, dropping Virgil’s shirt to cover his face again.

Virgil squirmed, the skin on his exposed torso tingling in anticipation. Remus held both his wrists easily in one hand, leaving three hands and a whole imagination’s worth of tools ready to tickle Virgil at any moment.

Fingers lightly touched his ribs, and Virgil jolted and squeaked.

There was a dark chuckle from one of the twins.

The fingers scribbled lightly, and Virgil burst into giggles.

“I want to keep him forever~” Remus said. “He’s mine, I caught him, and I get to tickle him for ever and ever, hours at a time~”

Virgil squealed as the scribbling fingers reached one armpit and scribbled even faster.

“I love the idea~ so long as you share your prize sometimes~” Roman teased.

Virgil felt two hands grip his hips, and squirmed hard, his giggles ratcheting up to laughter just from the anticipation of tickles on his hips and belly. The two hands held him still as a long, loud raspberry was blown directly onto his bellybutton.

Virgil squealed and laughed helplessly, already his squirming not working to help him, as tired as his muscles were and weak from laughter.

Remus seemed to understand how incapable he was of protecting his weak points, and let go of his wrists, attacking both armpits at once.

Virgil cackled and laughed, squealing again when Roman blew another raspberry on his belly.

Roman squeezed and scribbled at his hips, blowing many small raspberries all over his belly. Remus’s hands crawled up to taze his ribs, and Virgil was lost in laughter, tears of mirth leaking from the corners of his eyes.

Then they stopped, both at the same time, letting Virgil catch his breath.

“I have a game for you~” Roman said. “Guess correctly where we tickle next, and you get a little break. Guess incorrectly, and we tickle you till you squeal~”

Virgil wouldn’t know. He couldn’t see past his shirt. He was going to get so tickled, he knew it. Excitement bubbled up in him, nearly making him giggle even without any tickles.

“My turn first then!” Remus said, sounding as excited as Virgil was. “Where am I gonna tickle, giggly darkling~?”

Virgil’s mind went to the sensation of Remus’s fingers in his armpits, and on his ribs, and his sides, and each spot tingled, nearly tickling already. He didn’t know. Didn’t have a way of knowing.

“Come on, you can guess~” Remus teased. “It’ll only tickle so much when you get it wrong~”

Virgil could barely keep the giggles at bay. “A-armpits.”

“Wrong!” Remus said gleefully, tazing and scribbling at Virgil’s ribs.

Virgil laughed and squirmed, jolts of tickly sensation running through him. And then Remus started nuzzling, his mustache rubbing against the sensitive skin on one side, while both his hands were free to taze into the other. Virgil squealed, trying to push Remus away, but his arms were far too weak.

A few more seconds that felt more like hours later, Remus stopped, rubbing soothingly as Virgil hiccuped and giggled, trying to get his breath back.

“Where will I tickle you~?” Roman asked, before Virgil had gotten his breath back.

That was right, the correct guesses were for breaks. He was glad they still paused for a little, rather than Roman asking while he was still laughing his head off.

“Behehelly,” Virgil guessed.

“Nope~!” Roman said.

Virgil wasn’t sure then where he was going to go. Belly was a wide guess, even sides and hips were sort of counted in it.

And then a hand squeezed at his thigh. Virgil yelped embarrassingly loudly.

“Surprised you with a tickly spot~” Roman cooed. “Get ready to squeal~”

Roman scribbled lightly along the backs of Virgil’s thighs, and Virgil couldn’t help laughing. But then he squeezed again, just above his knee on his left leg, and finding that awful horrible amazingly ticklish tendon on the right.

Virgil squealed and shrieked in laughter, his body jerking with more energy than he thought he had left. Roman kept going a bit longer than Remus had after the first squeal, and when he finally stopped Virgil went nearly limp, gasping for air.

“You ready to be done?” Remus whispered in a more serious tone.

“Can—“ Virgil gasped. “After a break… can I have more belly tickles.. before done? A— a lot?”

He was glad for the shirt hiding his face, as he blushed dark.

Remus hugged him suddenly. “We’d love to.”

“Awwww~” Roman cooed. “Such a tickle-hungry lee~”

Virgil blushed even darker.

“Since the lee wants a lot, I want to use tools!” Remus said excitedly.

“Oh yes~” Roman agreed. “Brushy tools particularly~”

Virgil squirmed, barely biting back the whine.

“What if one of us tickles the belly, and the other gets to focus all their attention on the button~?” Remus asked.

Roman’s chuckle was pure evil. “Yes.”

Virgil did whine that time. “Don’t tease!”

“Don’t tease~?” Roman asked. “Us, not teasing our sweet captured lee? Impossible~”

“It makes all the tickles tickle more, doesn’t it~?” Remus said knowingly. “So when we scribble at your belly it’ll be all tingly and ready to burst with laughs and giggles~! It’s so perfectly stretched out for us too~ with no way of getting away or curling up~ just waiting for us to play with it just how we like~”

Virgil whined and squirmed.

“I think if he’s able to whine he’s able to be tickled, don’t you?” Roman asked.

“Oh yes!” Remus agreed, and suddenly Virgil could hear the sound of buzzing.

He squirmed and whined, twisting back and forth.

Hands grabbed his hips again. “I guess I’ll have to use some magic to tickle the button, if I have to hold you still~” Remus teased.

Something liquid touched his belly, and Virgil gasped. A hand spread the oil slowly over his belly and poked into his bellybutton, making him squeak.

“You ready for a lot of tickles~?” Roman teased. “Actually wait~” he bent down and tapped Virgil’s chest and his throat gently. “Don’t want you running out of air, and now you can’t!”

They were going to tickle him till he went insane!

“The little button gets the first tickle~” Remus said, brushing circles around Virgil’s bellybutton with an electric toothbrush as Virgil shrieked with laughter.

Roman scribbled around the rest of his belly and sides, often blowing raspberries.

Remus quickly went from circling to dipping the brush into Virgil’s bellybutton.

Virgil couldn’t stand it! It tickled so bad! It was like his brain floated away from his body, leaving only sensation and laughter. Squeals and shrieks were pulled from him by the two tormenting his belly. He never wanted it to stop. Nothing mattered in the slightest except the fireworks of tickles constantly being set off. He didn’t even have to worry about catching his breath.

And then Roman decided it was his turn to start using electric toothbrushes, far more than two hands could hold, and Remus was also squeezing sporadically at Virgil’s hips.

All his laughter became a silent scream, the sensations starting to blend together, his whole belly a tickle spot.

He managed to bump one arm against Roman’s leg.

The two stopped immediately. Remus rubbed his belly gently, and Roman helped to very gently and carefully get him down.

The forest faded away, replaced by a cool, dim room and a very soft bed.

Virgil felt all glowy, still riding the high from all the tickles. One of them offered him some water, and the other laid beside him, rubbing gently up and down his arms.

“Did you have fun?” Roman asked quietly, his tone hesitant and almost worried.

“So much fun,” Virgil said, a grin still on his face as he hugged Roman.

Remus hopped into the bed behind him, hugging also and running his fingers through Virgil’s hair.

“If I get this kind of treatment every time, I’ll start looking for traps in the imagination…” Virgil said sleepily.

“I’ll make some just for you,” Remus said immediately. “Anytime you want.”

Virgil leaned his head into Remus’s hand, weakly tugging Roman a bit closer. He could barely keep his eyes open.

Roman’s knuckles brushed against his cheek. “You can sleep, Emo.”

Virgil drifted off, still floaty and happy. “You two are the best…”