#tickle raspberries

[alechans-cutetickles]

Day 26:raspberries

[tickledbreathless]

Hey hun, I’m sorry that they ran out of your favorite flavor, but if a tummy full of raspberries is what you want, then I think I can oblige

[city-tickles]

Heyy!

I have been looking for a video of a woman tickled in a pink, green, and purple dress. The ler was tickling her through well places holes in her dress and teasing her about it. I saw it a while ago so i’m not sure if you could find it.

Thank you in advance☺️

Have a good day!

Hi!

Thanks to @ticklish-wallflower and @butterfly-giggles I was able to find the video! Here it is. Hope you enjoy!

[ticklishraspberries]

something something, lees who physically can't keep themselves from fighting back no matter how much they like being tickled.

lees who are having so much fun but every time you touch their sides, they're grabbing your wrists and pushing your hands away, who have to put conscious effort into staying still for you.

lees who say "stop" and "no" and "don't" but then when you ask if they actually want you to stop, they're suddenly quiet.

i just think there's something really cute about a person who still bothers to put up a fight even when they want to lose.

[axie-axo]

Gorgeous girl getting her much needed ticklish attention 🤭

Lee- @plussizepolleepocket

Ler- @axie-axo

[guppygiggles]

Happy birthday, bigshot~ @xsunnysoftx

[lovemybluebully]

Can't Sleep

UPDATE 11/16/24 - I made an alternate version with Logan wearing a t-shirt. I was going to draw it like that that originally, but I couldn't resist making him bare-chested because I love drawing muscles. 🤭 But I also like the idea of Wade having to push his shirt out of the way to get unobstructed access to his belly so you get both now. Double the fun! lol

Logan suffers from insomnia, but Wade knows just what will help. Tickle him to pieces until he's completely exhausted and the laughter has filled his mind with endorphins. 😊 Logan tries to avoid letting Wade know he's having trouble sleeping because he's so ticklish, but in the end he's happy to get caught. 💗💛 The tummy raspberries absolutely kill him. 😆

Yeah ok, I spent waaaaay too much time on this, but I'm pretty satisfied with it for the most part. I think I redrew Logan's right leg ten times before I gave up so don't focus on that too much or any other anatomy goofs I made. 😅 Hands and feet are always a bear.

Plus I had to look at many, many pictures of shirtless Hugh Jackman to try to get his muscle structure accurate as best as I could, along with his little arm veins and that one on his lower belly. *sigh* The things I do for you guys. 😏

No background. Too lazy. Just imagine they're on a bed, or wherever Logan decided to try to sleep. lol

(Again if you click the pic to enlarge it then right click the pic and select 'Open Image In New Tab' then you can see it in larger format.)

I hope you guys love it!! 🙏 (I know a lot of you guys just hit the Like button and move on, but feedback and comments are really appreciated by us writers/artists. 💗)

[hype-blue-fixation]

Ler!Niffty anyone? Plus tummy love? Couldn't be on my mind this fine evening

[city-tickles]

Game over, Mario!

Source: https://www.deviantart.com/cometpunk/art/COM-Princess-Peach-Goes-Raspberry-1132082303

[ticklishraspberries]

Stubborn (Achilles/Patroclus)

Summary: Achilles has always been stubborn and prideful. Patroclus sees an opportunity to make the best of the Greeks give in, and takes it happily. (I just re-read this book the other day and was struck with the urge to write a fic for it. I know I haven't written in a while, and I haven't written for this fandom in years, so please be gentle, lmfao. I hope you enjoy!!)

Achilles is stubborn.

Patroclus knows this, has always known this, because he has never known Achilles to be anything but stubborn. For a child with such a weight on his shoulders, a prophecy on his head, the blood of the gods running through his veins — well, who can blame him?

If Achilles sets his mind to something, he will do it. Whether that be mastering the use of a spear, juggling figs, playing the lyre, or breaking through all of Patroclus’s walls, Achilles will do it, can do it.

It’s normally a positive trait, that determination. But in a young boy, it can get annoying quite fast. And Patroclus never usually finds Achilles annoying: He’s in awe of him, smitten by him, happily attached to his hip. But Patroclus is only human, after all, and there is only so much teasing one boy can take before he has to seek some sort of revenge.

Achilles has known that Patroclus is ticklish for years, one of the early discoveries that had brought them closer together. However, in all that time, Patroclus has never gotten the upper hand on Achilles, which is just entirely unfair.

“I’m not ticklish,” Achilles had said. It was a sunny afternoon on the grounds of his father’s palace. “I never have been, even when I was small.”

Patroclus bites back the urge to argue that he is still quite small. “Everyone says they aren’t ticklish, to stop others from trying.”

“You didn’t lie,” Achilles replied with a smirk.

Patroclus felt his face flush. “I knew you would try anyway. Lying would have done me no good.”

“I guess that’s true. Well, you don’t have to bother trying. I’ll just get you back twice as bad.”

What should have been a threat had not deterred him in the slightest, though, and Patroclus had tears of mirth streaked down his face within minutes.

It didn’t stop him from trying again, but Achilles was always one step ahead. He always saw it coming, and always grabbed at the offending hands before they even made contact, and smirked before pinning Patroclus to the grass or the mattress and tickling him half to tears for daring to try and tickle the best of the Greeks.

However, here, in Chiron’s cave, the morning is quiet and still. The centaur is off fetching something to fix a meal, and Achilles is asleep beside Patroclus, unclothed and lying in a particularly vulnerable position, one arm tucked beneath his head of golden hair. Patroclus isn’t sure what compels him to do it then, to ruin the peaceful moment, or why tickling Achilles is even at the forefront of his mind: They’re older now, and this is surely something childish, but the chance to startle a laugh from the other boy has never felt stronger.

Patroclus cuddles close to his side, stroking the hair from his face. Achilles barely stirs, only gives a pleasant hum in his sleep. It’s probably cruel to pull him from such a peaceful slumber, but he doesn’t care. How many mornings had Achilles jumped onto his bed at sunrise, pushing bony knees into his sides and shaking his shoulders, pressing their faces close and loudly announcing the break of a new day?

Maybe Achilles deserves a morning of ruined rest, too.

Patroclus doesn’t quite know where to start. In the past, he’s always tried the obvious places: Stomach, sides, feet. Achilles has never reacted in the expected ways, never cracking a smile or squirming away. Perhaps there’s another spot he can try?

His hand still lingers by Achilles’ face, and he brings it slowly towards his collarbone, his touch featherlight as it traces the curve there before moving up to stroke the side of his neck.

He’s surprised when Achilles twitches in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his shoulder shrugging upwards. This only encourages him further, bringing his other hand to Achilles’ ribs and repeating the same motion.

Achilles makes a noise somewhere between a giggle and a groan as he seems to slowly awaken, his arms lazily moving to push at Patroclus. He rolls over onto his side and tugs the sheet, trying to cover his body, but Patroclus pushes it away and scoots closer, throwing an arm over his waist and pulling his back flush against his own chest.

“I thought you said you weren’t ticklish,” he mutters in Achilles’ ear, making sure his lips brush against the shell of it.

Achilles shivers. “No one but you has ever really tried.”

“So, you admit it then? You are ticklish?” Patroclus asks, grinning. He’s tickling his belly with both hands now, hugging him around his middle so he can’t squirm away. Even with all his strength and stamina, Achilles is still tired and caught off guard, and his body is weak to resist as the soft laughter comes in waves.

Still, he says, “I don’t admit anything.” The sentence carries much less weight when it’s said between laughs, though.

Patroclus shouldn’t be surprised by this. Like he’s said, Achilles is stubborn. For someone who says he hates to lie, he omits the truth and dances around topics like this, to uphold both his integrity and his dignity. It’s quite endearing to watch, honestly.

Patroclus chuckles. “Of course you don’t,” he says.

In an obvious attempt to distract him from the tickling, Achilles flips over and presses their lips together, and Patroclus can’t help but kiss back. However, he’s not going to give in so easily.

He runs his fingers along Achilles’ lower back, up his spine, over his shoulder blades, the touch light and teasing, and he feels goosebumps rising over the skin. While soft touches like this usually tickle Patroclus, he knows Achilles will find them soothing, even sensual. Luring him into a false sense of security will help him regain that element of surprise.

It’s funny, how strategically Patroclus is thinking about something so obsolete. He plans like a war general whose enemy is the ego of his lover, and his attack is to send a fleet of tickling fingers to his weakest spots.

As they kiss, Patroclus grabs onto Achilles’ sides and squeezes them roughly, and a startled laugh falls from the half-god’s lips, his body shrinking away.

“Admit that you’re ticklish,” Patroclus says in a voice so unlike his usual tone, deeper and more commanding. There’s still plenty of mischief dancing behind it, though.

“Never,” Achilles grits out.

“Then I’ll never stop,” he replies. He figures there are worse things to fill his days with. Touching Achilles, hearing his laughter. It would be a quite fulfilling existence if you asked him.

He explores bits of sensitive flesh, but no spot seems to get a greater reaction than the crease where his thighs meet the sacred place between his legs. Pressing the pads of his fingers there actually makes Achilles whimper, and the sound is dizzying.

“Okay, okay,” he finally pants. “I’m ticklish!”

Patroclus stops instantly, rewarding Achilles for his good behavior. He presses a kiss to his sweaty temple, pushes back that golden hair once again.

“That’s what I thought.”

Breathless but smiling helplessly, Achilles nudges him in the ribs with his elbow. It’s rare to see him admit defeat, but it’s a beautiful sight. His flushed skin, his laughter lines.

Stubborn is an accurate way to describe Achilles, yes, but Patroclus will always mention his beauty first. Heroes are usually remembered for their fatal flaw, but Patroclus will always know him for the good things: The golden hair that cascades down his back like a waterfall. His determination, his resilience, his kindness. His laughter. The fact that even with godly blood in his veins, Achilles is just a boy, who juggles figs and is ticklish.

This, and this, and this. The good, the beautiful things.

[probablynotguy]

I'm not thinking about tummy tickles.

I'm not thinking about my fingers gliding across your belly's goosebumps.

I'm not thinking about my knuckles gently rubbing your ribs in circular motions.

I'm not thinking of my finger delicately swirling around and into your little belly button.

I'm not thinking of nibbling up and down your sides.

I'm not thinking of alternating between kissing and raspberrying your tummy and feeling it flutter from your laughter against my lips.

I'm not --

[kanene-yaaay]

No one:

My brain: teheheeeeee tickles <3

[guppygiggles]

I’ve said before that raspberries don’t work on me or my characters, but that doesn’t mean we won’t use ‘em on you… 😏

Isn’t that right, @xsunnysoftx? 💙

🔞 Minors and no-age blogs DNI 🔞

[mountaintickleswitch]

Raspberries are good for soooo much more than just the tummy.

You can let your lips wander over to the lees side and go there. I think we all know the neck is also a perfect spot to unleash them too. But what about the hips? Armpits? INNER THIGHSSSSS???

Raspberries can grow and thrive in several different spots. Hopefully all you lers get to plant some soon :)

[lovemybluebully]

Sneaky Peeky

Still a ton of work to do on it, but here's that preview I promised of Logan being straight-up murdered via Wade dispatching endless ticklish raspberries to his belly. 😉 Just slapped some flat colors on it for now.

Got a busy work week ahead of me so might not be until next weekend that I really get to work on it, but I'll try to squeeze in some time when I can. Hope it'll give you something to look forward to though! 😊

[bigdumbtickler03]

We all already know that raspberries on the tummy get great ticklish reactions out of people but listen…raspberries directly on the belly button?? that shit is KILLER!!!