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dokidoki-muffin · 4 months

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Soooo 🥰🤭✨ I've participated in a lovely little gift exchange among friends this holiday season and this was my contribution 💖🎁✍

#art #tickling #dokidoki spice #spy x family #chill santa <3

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fluffomatic · 3 months

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Sooooo, I may have a favorite Lee from Hazbin Hotel! It's Alastor. Obviously, it's Alastor. Make the big scary demon man ticklish!! It's cute, and he needs to be knocked down a few pegs. Charlie would absolutely test it out as soon as she could! The others would be way too nervous to try, but Charlie? She would just sneak up behind him and squeeze! No second thought! And his shadow? Yeah, he'd help Charlie 🤣

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!alastor #ticklish!alastor #ler!charlie #sfw tickles #platonic tickles #theyre family your honor

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

#augtickletober2023 #tickle art #tickletober #tickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #tickle fanart #tickle fluff #batman tickles #batfam #batboys #lee!damian #ler!jason #lee!robin #ler!redhood #batman wayne family adventures #batman

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helloitsghost · 7 months

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Tktober Day 1: Anticipation

Hola I’m doing @august-anon’s tktober now so yeeee

✨ t u m ✨ also just them I’m getting back into sxf and I’m dying at how much I love em😭

See y’all for tmrw🤌

#art #digital art #tickle art #tktober #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #sxf #spy x family #lee!loid #ler!yor #spy x family tickle #augtickletober2023 #loid forger #yor briar #twiyor

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fluffy-ami · 7 months

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CONGRATZ ON 300 FOLLOWERS!

I’m sorry this is late, I couldn’t think of something to request but I finally have! May I please request lee!Tanjiro and ler!Rengoku?

The bois! I also got another ask with them, idk if it's from the same person or not, but anyway, finally they're here! (Based off of a very old WIP of mine, who knows, maybe it'll be finished one day 😭)

(Milestone ☁️ Top 5 Favourite Fandoms + Recently added) Requests are still open! 🌟

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tickling #tickle art #ami's art #my stuff #lee!tanjiro #ler!rengoku #tanjiro kamado #rengoku kyojuro #and also #NO I AM *NOT* CRYING.#YOU are.#🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻#(not me using my tablet whenever i can lmao)#(probably gonna go back to my beloved paper soon because ✨family✨)#(they're always near aljckskz)#300 followers #milestone

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gaybananabread · 5 months

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HI HI HI, just noticed that you have ATSV in your fandom list and literally exploded?!???? I’d like to order oranges, bananas and cherries pls!! Ler! Miguel and like Lee!Reader BUT LIKE, the reader is like just a teenager?? Found family trope if you catch my vibe yk

TYSM IF YOU DECIDE TO DO THIS, if ya don’t ITS FINEEE BUT YEAH YEAH <333

Fruit(s): Oranges, Bananas, Cherries

This is a pretty fun idea, don’t get many insert requests! I’m pretty sure you meant the reader to be a spider person, so that’s where I went with it. If not, eeeeeh sorry! Never written for Miguel, so I hope he isn’t too crazy OOC in this. Also, since it wasn’t specified, went gender neutral. A tad angsty because it’s been that kinda week. It’s long because I’m a sucker for found family stuff.. Thank you for the kind words, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Ler: Miguel

Summary: You’ve been taking unnecessary risks on missions, trying to show off and impress a certain Spider-Man. It has the opposite effect, only worrying the man and making him question you. After you joke around and play off the danger, he uses a special tactic to make sure you learn your lesson.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Your life was interesting, to say the least. For the past seven months, you had been your universe’s one and only spider person. That…that was hard. Especially when you had nobody to turn to. Trying to stay in school and keep the city safe was easier said than done, and it was still a mouthful. That stress took its toll on you, and it wasn’t pretty. Long story short, you managed to isolate yourself from everyone who cared.

On one particular night, you were fighting a strange villain you’d never seen before. He…kinda looked like he had a fishbowl on his head; his appearance was cartoonish. Called himself Mysterio. The guy kept yelling about his revenge; how Stark, whoever that was, wronged him. Just another crazy guy. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful crazy guy.

He gave you everything he had. Mists, holograms, hallucinations. You were reeling, struggling to stay in the fight. Mysterio prayed on your anxieties, your fears, your past: everything you had been facing. One thing was painfully clear.

You couldn’t do it alone.

And that’s when your luck turned. A bright flash of orange and red light broke through the green smoke, someone’s booming voice bringing you back to reality. Glowing red webs popped the hologram devices, a blue-and-red suited man landing a hit square in the fish bowl.

In a few quick strikes, the fight was over. The man caught your attention with his fighting skills and quick thinking. You could tell he was trying to keep Mysterio away from you. When the fight was over, you rushed over to him, trying to get any information from him.

He looked you over, having LYLA scan your signature. You were…all alone. Everyone you loved had been shoved away. The man related a bit too closely to that…

Before you could come off as completely desperate, he tossed you a watch and waved you towards an open portal. The rest was history.

The man, Miguel O’Hara, took you under his wing. He was a bit temperamental, but it was clear he cared for you. No matter how many stupid mistakes you made, how many anomalies got the drop on you, he was right there. You definitely grew attached, placing him high on your mantle. You wanted to impress him, though that was more difficult than it seemed. Pushing your limits, you gave every mission your all, even if it put you at risk. You were fine. Just needed to do better.

Miguel was concerned. No, scratch that, he was worried and downright anxious for your every move. Why were you taking so many unnecessary risks?! He certainly hadn’t taught you that, though a few names came to mind… Regardless, it was a habit you had to drop.

The mission you went on that day was the last straw. It was a low-grade villain, just an average Kraven. Easy catch-and-send; only you didn’t make it easy.

Kraven had laid all sorts of traps, though thanks to his brightly-colored universe, they were detectable. At least, they would’ve been if you hadn’t rushed in. In your mind, the quicker you captured him, the more impressed Miguel would be. Bursting into action, you didn’t notice the traps and sprung a flash-bang snare. While you managed to dodge the wire, you were dazed and your spider sense was left reeling. Not good.

Struggling to your feet, you shot out webs in every direction, trying to nail him or at least get a sense of where he was. The flash wasn’t good, though if you still caught him, Miguel would at least be a little impressed. A yelp to your left got you what you needed. As you ran to try and web him up, you stepped on a wire; a wire connected to a high-voltage unit. The sound of the electricity hit your ears before the shock itself.

“What were you thinking?”

The dim lighting of Miguel’s office just made everything twice as intimidating. You had gotten a clean bill of health from the med bay, though it didn’t make you feel any better. It felt like you let him down. When you shrugged, he sighed, running a hand down his face.

“Malditos adolescentes.” He mumbled under his breath, trying to stay calm and collected. Miguel was far from mad, but he was definitely worried, and yeah, a little annoyed that you kept ignoring your training. Still, he knew showing that would only upset you further. “You going to start talking or sit here in silence a little longer? It’s empanada day, and I’d be happier if you came clean.”

You rubbed your arm, remembering the way your nerves lit up from the trap. It was safe to say you were embarrassed to admit the real reason you rushed. “Uh…felt like I needed a little recharge?” Okay, dumb joke, but it’s how you dealt with stuff. How a lot of spider people dealt with stuff.

He huffed, not appreciating your attempt to play off his concern. “Look kid, I’m gonna tell you how it is. You’ve been rushing missions, over exerting yourself, and making risky calls I’ve never seen from you before. Tell me what’s going on with you. I promise I won’t get mad.” His voice softened at the end, his look shifting to one of concern and worry.

That made you pause. Lying wasn’t going to get you far, and it was really close to lunch… “I…kinda, sorta, maybe wanted to…ya know, i-impress you…” Your voice dropped off at the end as you suddenly found a scuff on the floor incredibly interesting.

“Kid…” Miguel paused, taking a deep breath. “C’mon. You know you don’t have to try and impress me. I just don’t want you making stupid mistakes and getting hurt.” It didn’t take a genius to decipher the look of guilt that went across your face. Miguel thought back to a few weeks ago, when you had gotten a minor side injury. He had bandaged you up and made a rather adorable discovery while doing so. That’d work.

Trying to control his expression, Miguel got closer, sitting beside you on the ledge. Miggy was trying to get better with his people skills, and since he met you, he was doing good. “Look, burbujita, it’s okay. Get the guilt off your face, try a smile~”

You understood where he was going with that immediately. You quickly shot out a web, shooting up towards his tall office cieling. He shook his head, a throaty chuckle escaping him before he followed. It was big, but he knew his office better than anyone. Silently, Miguel landed on the cieling, scanning for you.

A place where rebar met the ceiling gave you a place to crouch. You clamped your hand over your mouth, trying to hide any giggles or heavy breaths. Unbeknownst to you, it was the only spot up there like that. He knew exactly where you were.

Miguel crawled over, springing up and grabbing you by the waist. He huffed at your shriek of surprise, carefully dropping back down and sitting you down on one of the ledges. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sitting beside you and pulling you close. If he hadn’t been planning such silly antics, it would’ve been sweet.

Before you could try to shove him off, you felt five clawed fingers on your side. The arm around your shoulders tightened, blocking any escape routes. “M-miguehehehel?!” Tickling was the last thing you expected; maybe yelling or a two-week probation, but that? And he was so smug about it, too.

“You should really laugh more, kid. That sound? Que lindo…” Miguel raked his claws up and down your side, being extra careful not to scratch you. You twisted and squirmed in his grip, but it was solid; you weren’t going anywhere. “Cohohome ohon! Ihi’m sohohory!”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “None of those apologies. Just stop putting yourself at risk, kid. I’m proud of you for just putting the mask on and going out to fight. You don’t need to overdo it.” Your cheeks reddened at the praise, though you blamed it on the silliness.

Just when you thought he was done, you felt the claws move to your belly; specifically, he started on your navel. Ignoring your squeal of protest, he dug in. “They really need to make these suits thicker, huh? Great for flexibility, though not too good against wiggling fingers.”

You kicked your feet, squealing and laughing like a little kid. Miguel found it adorable. When he first met you, you were stuck in worries and the unpleasantness of life. It was nice to see you just let loose and laugh, even if it was a little unprofessional.

He caught the redness of your cheeks, deciding to tease you just a bit further. “You’re so red, kid. Should I start calling you cara rosa?” Feeling your face heat up further, you tried to hide it in his chest. He tugged your shoulder, keeping your red face where he could see it. It was cute.

Wanting to hit one more spot before he quit, Miguel moved to claw at your ribs. He climbed up and down your ribcage, trying to get as many happy giggles out of you as he could. “You gonna stop trying to impress me and just do your best?”

You nodded, thrashing like a worm on a hook. “Yehehes! Ihi prohohomise!” Miguel chuckled, pinching your side one last time before stopping. He rubbed your back, hugging you close and trying to help you settle down. “Was that so hard?” A small laugh escaped him at the look he received. “Alright, alright, I’m done. If you ever feel like that again, just tell me. I’ll help.”

Right as he stopped talking, a small sound made him smile further. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Guess I tired you out, didn’t I? We should go get you some lunch.” He patted your shoulder with a smirk, standing up and walking to the door. You cursed your stomach’s stupid growl before following, reflecting on everything that had happened to you since you got bit. Living with a man who cares about you, working to keep the spider-verse and all the people within it safe. Yeah, not a bad way to live…

#kasey's fruit shop #atsv tickle #lee!reader #ler!miguel #ticklish!reader #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #fruit shop event #across the spiderverse tickle #across the spiderverse #atsv #miguel o'hara & reader #miguel o'hara and reader #found family #atsv miguel #ticklish!gn reader

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soft--dragon · 2 months

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Loosen Up

So recently I finished Vox Machina and if you haven't seen I highly recommend it!! SUCH a good show oh my lord. Can't wait for the third season to drop :D

You can view the relationships however you like, I don't mind ^^ (except Vex and Vax, they're siblings, don't be weird :/)

Word Count: 3,138

Warnings: Kinda spoils a plot line in season one but nothing major ^^

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

It isn’t a secret that Percy is a bit of a stick in the mud.

Rarely did he let his walls down and simply be. Too caught up in his world of smoking guns and exploding inventions. A lifetime of heartache shutting his heart away in a cast iron keep that very few had a key to access. This also meant emotions such as joy, love, and contentment were rare to be exposed from behind those defensive gates.

That was before Vox Machina.

A chaotic, rambunctious group of outcast individuals working with the skills they had to make it through another day. A ragtag family doing its best to survive in a world that would spit at their feet and tell them to fuck off.

However, this family knew how to tell the world right back to fuck off too.

Percy honestly couldn’t imagine his life with these people a few years ago, but now he simply could not fathom a reality without them. Tight-knit and stupid and loving, never faulting in their care. It was something Percy told himself to never take for granted, no matter how much they tested his patience.

Much like tonight, where he was being subjected to the most irritating forces known to man: Vex and Vax when they were on the hunt for entertainment.

Percy is sitting near the fire, sketchbook in hand with rough charcoal drawings of new inventions scattering the pages. Vex and Vax have boxed him in by sitting on either side, peering at his notes and asking such incomprehensibly odd questions Percy wanted to know who the hell tutored these two monsters.

Honestly Vax, why would a pistol need a compartment for snacks?

It took almost fifteen minutes before Percy's patience gave in and the notebook snapped shut with a dull thud. “Are you two quite finished?” Percy demands, staring at the duo with a narrow gaze.

Vex grins, raising a hand in surrender. “We’re curious about your new inventions, love. Is there something wrong with that?”

Percy huffs, tucking his book into the folds of his jacket that is laid not too far from the flames, warming up for the night ahead. “Only when you keep badgering me to make a glove that turns whatever it touches into gold.”

“It would be quite helpful, dear.”

“And far out of my current capabilities, I’m not a wizard.”

“Oh, give yourself some credit, Freddy,” Vax grins. “Grow a beard and I’d say you’re plenty wizard-like. With your lifespan, you’ll need a cane before you know it, and it could act as your staff.”

Percy glares at him under half-lidded eyes. “Thank you, Vax’ildan,” he says sarcastically. “Remind me that I will die much sooner than the rest of you, just what I needed to hear tonight.”

Vex snickers, gently bumping his shoulder with her own so those green eyes look at her. “Oh come on, we’re just messing with you, Percival. What’s got you so grumpy this time?”

Percy gave her a mildly incredulous look. “I’m not grumpy.”

“He says while glaring, and with a bitter tone of voice,” Vax murmurs with a grin.

Percy shoots him a dry look which the male elf only laughs at. “See? That’s exactly what I mean, man!”

Vex’ahlia laughs, dropping her arms over her bent legs and cocking her head to the side. “What is it gonna take to make you loosen up, Percy?”

“A good bottle of wine, some peace and quiet, and a book.”

“We have two silver to our name and a bear,” Vax counters. “Can’t quite match your aristocrat taste, but Trinket tells great stories.”

Trinket, nestled comfortably at the edge of the cave where the other party members are conversing, does not indicate that he knows, nor cares that his owners are talking about him. Percy envied that damn bear, able to go to sleep and easily block out the surrounding sounds. What a dream life.

“Trinket is busy sleeping,” Percy tells them, “his stories will have to wait.”

Vex isn’t dissuaded by Percy’s bristling attitude, instead leaning more into his personal space just because she can. “Darling,” she says, “We just want to help you relax, is this such a big ask?”

“...Yes.”

“Aeugh, the drama of this man,” Vax chuckles through an exasperated breath, elbowing Percy’s side gently.

The white-haired human flinches away from the contact with a start, his hand shooting down to rub the area. “Yes, yes, you’ve stated I am a dramatic piece of shit more than once, Vax. I believe your point is made.”

The twins aren’t listening to Percy’s grumbles. The second he flinched, they’d locked eyes, a conversation played out with expression alone.

Vex narrows her gaze. Hurt?

No. Healed by Pike from the last mission.

Just startled, then?

Seemed more than that. He knew we were right there.

So what are you thinking?

Perhaps…

Vex perks a brow at her brother when his expression suddenly brightens in some kind of realization. Her eyes flit over to Percy who was unaware of their silent musings, still resolutely crossing his arms with a scowl that the fire did not deserve to be subjected to. She looks back to her sibling who is grinning now. Vax gives a small flex of his fingers, his eyebrows jumping up and down. Understanding hits Vex and her smile turns evil, nodding minutely. They wink at each other, the excitement for a game making them giddy though they contained it. Couldn’t let Percy catch on too early after all.

“Percy~” Vex coos in her sultry voice, not missing the slight twitch in his face from her tone. The sight makes her all the more eager to extract the plan she and her brother had silently communicated. She lifts her fingernails to her eyes to examine them. “You sure we can’t convince you to loosen up at least a little?”

There was a scoff. “I’d like to see you try,” Percy muttered.

Oh excellent, an invitation.

“Well, if the man insists, Stubby, who are we to ignore him?” Vax leaps for the opportunity with a grin that’s all charm and Cheshire-like.

“I agree,” Vex smirks. “Shall we?”

Simultaneously, the two half-elves grab one of Percy’s wrists each and fling him onto his back, his arms being pinned by his head. A startled yelp leaps out of the human, the sudden gravity shift leaving him to stare up at the pair of matching grins. He tugs at his arms. They won’t budge.

“What the hell are you doing?” Percy asks, bewildered and slightly on edge.

“You said we could try and loosen you up,” Vex answers.

“By wrestling me to the dirt and pinning me down?”

“Oh no, we just had to get you in a better position, dear heart,” Vax smirks.

“A better pos- for what?”

The bemused and exasperated question only delights his captors further, and this is where Percival Fredrickson de Rolo the Third realizes a very fatal error. He had been encouraging the chaotic force that was the Elf Twins. He'd practically been asking for trouble. This realization only sinks in further when Vax’s free hand comes down to rest on Percy’s clothed stomach.

“Percy, you wouldn’t happen to be ticklish would you?”

Oh.

Oh gods, no.

Memories spring to Percy’s mind of laughing himself hoarse while dogpiled under his siblings from the silly battles. The sensations scuttling everywhere, unstoppable and unbearable. His realization shows up in his face in the form of a pink flush and the beginnings of a wobbly grin that he desperately tries to keep under control.

“Oh, I see a smile trying to come out there!” Vex leers keenly, lowering her own hands to wiggle her fingers close to Percy’s side, delighting in his immediate response to wriggle away despite his efforts to seem indifferent to his dilemma.

“V-Vex, this is ludicrous-” Percy splutters, his grin becoming wider by the second, his resolution foiled from years of inexperience in this game.

“So you are ticklish, then?” Vax questions, his fingers gently pressing from where they are resting atop Percy’s lean stomach.

The flinch and sharp intake of breath was answering enough. Percy’s ears were starting to burn from the attention, torn between wanting to wrench away and escape this playful teasing, or staying and trying to muscle through in a show of defiance.

“I’m- it’s been a very long time since someone has tried,” Percy answers stiffly.

The way the twins lit up made him cringe back, instantly knowing that was the worst thing he could’ve said.

“Well now we have to tickle you,” Vex exclaims like her word is law. Though, with her role in the group, it may as well be.

Percy is most definitely blushing now. It was honestly adorable. “N-No you don’t!” He protests, his boots now shuffling into the dirt in hopes of dislodging his sudden capture. “I’m not even tihicklish!” Damn it.

“Was that a laugh?” Vax coos, delighting in a sound so rare from Percy who barely even grins on a good day. Percy is doing his best to try and become an ostrich with how far he’s turning his flushed face into the ground, stumbling refusals not quite managing to leave his lips coherently.

“Why my dear brother, I think it was,” Vex chuckles. ‘Shall we see what else we can pull from our resident sour puss?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

Electricity crackles through Percy’s sides and stomach in a split second, a strangled sound being pulled from a forgotten section of his vocal cords. His whole body instantly jack-knifes, legs trying to pull to his stomach to protect the sensitive areas suddenly under attack. Stubbornness makes him clamp his lips shut and bite his tongue, not wanting to give the twins the satisfaction of hearing him laugh again. He refused.

“Hmm, seems we’ve got a stubborn one in our hands, Vex,” tuts Vax, his fingers probing up and down Percy’s ribcage, noting every flinch and muffled grunt let out by the human.

“Oh don’t worry, he’ll crack eventually.” Her eyes meet Percy’s and her smile makes his stomach twist in anticipation. She winks. “They all do.”

Her hand starts to slink down to his hip bones and- Nope. Nope. Nope. Not gonna happen, he’d rather get possessed by a demon again. Percy’s struggling kicks up, trying to find momentum with his legs to dislodge the grip pinning his wrists to the cave floor, still fighting not to crack as Vax’s fingers deftly squeeze his sides. He almost manages to heave himself to sit up, but a well-placed scratch at his lower back sends him crashing back down. His legs fly up to his stomach again, desperate to protect some part of his sensitive body while his chest shakes with restrained laughter.

“Uh uh, not yet mister, we’re not done with you until you laugh~” says Vex, her hand dropping to lightly scuttle behind Percy’s knee that was right beside her.

Percy yelps, immediately kicking his legs back out, and scrunches into himself in a fast motion. The reaction made the twins pause, and he knew he was royally screwed.

“Interesting, he might be like you. I think the gentler stuff works better on him,” Vex says to her brother, her hand dropping to Percy’s hips once more and scuttling her nails featherlight across the man’s skin.

“NoHAHaha!” Percy protests, his yelp swimming between stolen laughter that tries vainly to escape his throat, his head being tossed back against the floor as his body tries to do an emergency lockdown on his vocal cords.

“Brilliant, sister,” Vax chuckles, and before Percy can prepare himself, he spiders his claws up along Percy’s stretched torso with a softened touch.

Immediately, Percy sputters, and the dam finally cracks. “S-Shihihihit! Vehehex! Vahahax! Ohoho gohohod!” Percy gasps out through fits of boyish laughter, a sound so out of character for the gunslinger that it takes the twins aback in surprise.

His cheeks are flushed a rosy pink, standing out against his pale complexion and white hair. A wide, mirthful smile cracked out against his brooding face, nose scrunching in a way that couldn’t be described as anything but endearing. His body didn’t know whether to fight or fold, the long-forgotten instinct of childhood leaving him withering and laughing from the soft fingertips spidering along sensitive skin.

“Well, how about that,” Vax murmured, something gentle in his voice despite the mean wiggling of his nails on a particularly sensitive rib. “He can laugh.”

“Oh much more than that, dear brother,” Vex smiled fondly. “He isn’t grumpy now.”

Experimentally, her fingers swirl up Percy’s unprotected ribs to dance gently under his arm to see if it would have much effect. Oh, and it does. Percy practically squeals. High-pitched and panicked and childlike, his struggles for his pinned arms make a reappearance as the sensitive hollows are attacked by softly brushing nails.

“Nononononohohoho VEHEehehex!” He pleads, scuffing the heels of his shoes into the floor in a half-baked bid for relief. “Fuhuhucks sahahake!”

“That is utterly adorable,” Vax laughs, his own hand coming up to stroke deftly down Percy’s arm from wrist to armpit in a maddening pattern of soft touch. The strokes only elicit more half-bitten squeals and squeaks of protest, most noises swallowed up or blended into Percy’s laughter.

He knew he should feel embarrassed, his pride shattered into pieces from a few measly fingers and well-picked words to crack his defenses, but Percy couldn’t recall a time he’d last been in the middle of a play fight such as this. The sensations are foreign but not forgotten, too much and yet not enough at the same time. It was a conflicting state of escape or endure.

However, when Vax slipped a hand under his buttoned shirt to ghost gentle nails on his bare lower back, he was pretty sure his body got struck by lightning.

“VAHAHAX! OHOHOhoho mihihy gohohod plehehehease! P-PLEHEhehehease!””

Vex and Vax pause in their movements and watch with awed amusement as Percy laughs himself mad from the briefest touch to his back, his full-bodied laughter quickly melting down into rich, honey-sweet giggles that shake his entire body. It didn’t seem real, that a sound so adorably childish could come from Percy’s mouth, and yet here he was, half curled on the ground, giggling up a storm.

Vex and Vax share a fond, endeared smile and let go of Percy’s wrists, leaning away so he could have space to collect himself. The human wheezes through his tumbling giggles, his arms shifting to wrap around his middle as he slowly calms down. His eyes, which had been tightly closed, flutter open to show mirthful tears at the edges.

“F-Fuhucking hehehell,” he gasps, “I thohought I wahas gohohing to dihie.”

“Oh relax, we like you too much to kill you,” Vex snickers, offering her hand to Percy. She has to hold back a snort when he flinches mildly at her fingers, eyeing them distrustfully. “We’re done,” she promises.

After a suspicious look, Percy grasps her hand and allows her to tug him into a sitting position. One of his arms is still wrapped protectively around his stomach, his hand reaching far enough to rub that damn spot Vax had tickled for three seconds which caused him to fall apart.

“Remind me to never piss you off,” Percy rasps, taking off his glasses to rub the tears in his eyes away.

Vax leans over to his supplies to snatch up his water skin, offering it to Percy who took it gratefully. “So,” Vax starts, watching Percy drink water like he hadn’t had it in years. “Soft touch and bad back, huh?”

Percy almost chokes. With a rough swallow, he recorks the water skin and clears his throat, stubbornly not looking at either of the twins. “Like I said, it’s been a long time. I didn’t think I still even was… well, you know.”

“What? Ticklish?’

Vex’s gentle tease makes Percy’s face burn for what felt like the millionth time that evening. He shoves his glasses back on his face despite the heat in his cheeks making them fog up mildly. The reaction makes the twins chuckle.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Percy dear,” Vex soothes, an arm wrapping around his shoulders and rubbing gently at the nape of his neck - tension knotting the area from hours of leaning over a workbench while inventing. Percy winced at the attention, both from the anticipation of another attack and the ache of his tense muscles.

“It’s embarrassing,” Percy grumbles without much heat, sounding like a petulant kid. “My siblings always ganged up on me because of it.”

“You have a nice laugh, I can see why they would,” Vax hums, tucking his water skin back into his nearby cloak.

The surprised look on Percy’s face almost made Vex tackle him back to the floor and tickle him again just so he could hear how precious his laugh was. She held herself back though, he’d had enough for tonight anyway. He hadn’t been tickled in years, he’d need to be introduced back to the game slowly. Tonight was an excellent first lesson.

“So, Percy’s ticklish then?”

The sudden voice made the trio jump and look up to the other side of the cave where the rest of Vox Machina were watching them with grins. Scanlan, who’d asked the question, chuckled at the human’s sudden flush. “Yeah no, we saw the whole thing, de Rolo. Don’t expect this to be the last time, that was cute as fuck.”

Grog chuckled deeply. “Very cute,” he agreed in that rumbling voice of his. Pike, who was sat atop his shoulder nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

“Had no idea you could laugh like that, Perce,” she chirped, glancing at Keyleth who giggled softly.

“It was quite sweet,” the Air Ashari tacked on.

Percy stared at the group of people he called family, his eyelid twitching slightly and cheeks flushed a rosy pink. His gloved hands come up to press over his face, knocking his head into his bent knees, wishing the floor would just cave in and murder him quickly.

“Aww, I think we’re embarrassing him,” Vax cooed, his hand resting atop Percy’s head and gently ruffling his hair in a brotherly fashion. “It’s alright, Giggles, you know we do it out of love.”

“F’ck off and die,” came the muffled grumble buried into Percy’s hands.

The twins cackled, pleased that they not only thoroughly shattered Percy’s indifferent demeanor, but got him flustered beyond repair from simple, playful affection and loving words. They were gonna have fun with this new information. It was their right as a family to carry on the de Rolo tradition of making Percival Fredrickson de Rolo the Third laugh, they wouldn’t let Percy’s late siblings down on that front.

#my fanfic #vox machina tickle fic #vox machina #lee!percy #ler!vex #ler!vax #percival de rolo #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #i love this show man oh my god #found family my BELOVED #critickle role

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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RUNNING SO FAST okay so I’ve been having cute erasermic withdrawals with sweet pea and always and forever (I just think ler mic loves teasing aizawa nonstop and Aizawa can’t take it fjdjdjdjdj)

AHH ERASERMIC MY FREAKING HEART! I haven't written for these two dads in a hot minute! I've gotcha covered, anon!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" & Always and Forever: "Look how red you are!"

Mic was as good at tickling as he was blonde.

And he was quite blonde.

“Oo, is this a bad spot?” He cooed, grinning from ear to ear as Aizawa tried sinking back into their bed, his death grip on Mic’s wrist all the more telling. “Does someone got a ticklish set of ribs? Does he? Huh? Does he?”

“Hhiihhi-Hihihihizahahahhaashi! Knoohohock thahahaht ohohohohf-gehahahhahah!” Aizawa snorted, his reluctant grin on full display as his husband stayed on that terrible spot. “Ihiiihih’m trihihihihiying to sleehehehehep!”

“Baby, it’s the morning! You’ve been sleeping all night AND some! The day’s young; let’s go and celebrate it!” He tossed himself over Aizawa’s prone body, raking his fingers up and down his torso and earning even more sleepy giggles from the other. “Come out from those blankets and embrace the day!”

If he could, the eraser hero would have retorted something rude, but then Mic found that terrible spot along his upper ribs and the only sound to come out of his mouth was wheezy laughter. “Bahhahahahahhabe, plehahahahahhse!”

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you!” The blonde cooed, pulling the blankets back and revealing Aizawa’s face to the morning sun. “Aww! Look how red you are! What a cutie!”

“Ahehahahahah!” With little resistance left, Aizawa swallowed his pride. “Ohoohohohkay! Ohoohohkay,you wiihihihn! Now stahhahhaap!”

Mic whooped, ending his tickles with one last pinch to his ribs. Gasping for air, Aizawa flopped back against the sheets. Mic was soon to follow, his hand lovingly brushing strands of black out of his husband's face. “Glad you’re seeing things my way, love.”

“Hm…sure we can’t stay like this?” He snuggled closer, leaning his head on Mic’s shoulder with a small purr as he played with his hair. “Surely no one would mind if we…”

A crash echoed down the hall; followed by a squeal. Shinsou’s cry of annoyance followed as Eri’s shriek melted into giggles.

Mic raised an amused eyebrow. Aizawa groaned, tossing a hand over his face.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go face the day.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #fluff #threw in a little erasermic family at the end lols

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vampiretickles · 4 months

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Merry Christmas!!! This year is my first @squealing-santa and I had the pleasure of creating something for @cawhawhaw

I really do hope you enjoy this!! I watched many christmas movies while drawing this lol.

(individual panels under the cut, ID in alt)

#ss2k23 #squealing santa 2k23 #metal family #metal family tickling #my art

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lovelymessybubbly · 10 months

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tama bby !!! congratulations on your huuuuge milestone hehe i'm still on hiatus but i was lurking and saw your post and really really wanted to participate so shhhhh pretend i'm still offline aojf;aof could you please do our husband loid ???? i love him to death and think he deserves so many tickles hehe

ilysm xoxo dani

"you're so cute- i could tickle you till twilight !!"

weheee i was very excited for this one, as you know i never tire of tormenting this handsome spy ♡(｡- ω -) so i am so appreciative that you requested him, dani-chan !! i always tend to want to attack him with everything i have, since he is such a hardened warrior. surely he can handle a bit of tickling, right ?? (⌒ω⌒)

drawing drunk tama was fun o(≧▽≦)o she is drinking makgeolli, for those who are curious.

i hope you enjoy !! thank you so much for your continued support !!!

#tamabijutsu #tickling #spy x family tickling #ticklish!loid #lee!loid #deviled egg #get em tama!!

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leefl00f · 4 months

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A story of when I almost watched a tword scene with my family :3

Lil Me at the family gathering, watching a cartoon: Oh boy! I love this cartoon! I hope nothing unexpecting happe—

*A freaking plant comes down and wrecks the group*

Me: *destroys the tv before anybody else saw* Oops! Sorry I thought I saw a giant mosquito on the screen and thought a hammer was alright to kill it! Those things get bigger by the years hahaha!

(that didn’t really happened but why do kid shows jumpscare you with tickle scenes at random times?!)

#floof speaks #:3c #sfw tk blog #sfw tk community #sfw tickling community #tword thoughts #tword post #tword content #I actually changed the channel and ran into another room to process what I saw #it was so embarrassing #and in front of my whole family??#Why cartoon shows?! Why must you do that to me all those years ago?!#*banging my paws against the floor*#*explodes*#that was also the time where I actually liked mischievous vines/plants wrecking a character to bits #so I guess I’ll give it that #But I will never forgive it airing at a time like that

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fluffyweeby · 7 months

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Tickletober day 3 - Cuddles

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not sure how many of you know “Batman: Wayne Familly Adventures” but to everyone that doesn’t know it. YOUR MISSING OUT ON AN ACTUAL MASTERPIECE. Honestly I found out about it not long ago and my heart just melted 🫠. This WEBTOON is everything I wanted Bruce to be for those kids and more!! I sincerely recommend it to everyone even if you don’t really know the DC universe. (Every character has a short introduction that explains everything you need to know) Honestly if you love found family trope or fluff or anything… READ IT !! The second chapter perfectly lays out the vibe of the comic so you don’t have to go far to see if you’ll like it.

After this long introduction (I tried to keep it short I really did 😅) Happy TkTober to everyone!! 💜 (And read the comic or I’m gonna go Duolingo on you and break into your homes🗡️😈)

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deadlynavigation · 1 year

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Hello May i have a m! Wednesday x reader, where he is giving his partner kisses on their face but his partner keeps laughs because his hair keeps tickling them.

Hellish Mornings

Fandom: The Addams Family

Pairing: Male!Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warnings: Slightly out-of-character Wednesday.

Author's Note: Wednesday and reader are aged up in this- same as previous fic. Can yall think of nicknames for Wednesday too? I have nothing.

Do not copy, plagiarize, or translate any of my works or their assets.

Wednesday has always been the early riser in the relationship. No matter what, he’s the one to be up early, running around the house before your alarm has even gone off.

And sometimes, it’s nice- he’s waiting for you almost every morning, leaning against the kitchen counter with coffee and a kiss ready. Or he’ll still be in bed, holding you close as he traces every inch of your skin with his eyes as he waits for your stunning eyes to flutter open.

But other times, it gets on your nerves. Like today.

It was going to be a rushed morning, and you knew that. You had to get to work early for a huge presentation, and Wednesday had an appointment accidentally scheduled an hour earlier. You were both dreading it, but at the same time, you knew Wednesays’ habit of rising early would make things a lot easier.

And it was, it definitely was. Just not in the way you had imagined it to be.

Your alarm goes off at an ungodly hour. The sharp ringing sends you into a murderous mindset, and as the day’s upcoming events come back to mind, you’re about ready to start a war. But you hold yourself back, instead choosing to roll over and shut the very, very annoying wake-up call off. And you would’ve popped out of bed, but two long arms stretch out and yank you right back into bed.

“Stay,” Wednesday murmurs into your hair once you’re back in his arms.

“Baby, are you feeling okay? Why aren’t you up?” You question, slightly shocked that your boyfriend isn’t fully awake.

“I’m perfectly fine. I just don’t want you going into today with that murderous glint in your eyes.”

A smile starts to grow on your face. “I thought you liked that look.”

“I do,” Wednesday groans. “I do. But to not have time to enjoy it thoroughly would be hell.”

“Then I’ll save it for tonight,” You whisper. He groans, this time louder, but moves on fairly quickly.

“I’ll live,” Wednesday whispers back, leaning in to plant a kiss on your lips. He kisses you once more, drawing it out before pulling back and moving up your face. He continues his attack, his hair slowly moving into your space and brushing against you. It’s cute- until it starts to tickle.

“Babe-” you laugh, cutting off your sentence. Wednesday immediately backs up, but before he can question what’s wrong, you run your fingers through his lengthy hair.

“Your hair,” you breathe. “It is way too long for it not to tickle while we’re making out.”

Wednesday sighs in relief. “I’ll get it cut soon. In the meantime,” he leans back in, covering you in kisses as his hair drapes over you once more.

And you can’t help it- you start to laugh, harder than before. He backs up once more, rolling his eyes in faked exasperation before fully rising from the bed.

“Well, since you can’t handle my hair, we’ll get up. Time to face this hellish day, my love.”

And as you both ready yourselves for the day, nothing else is said, but in the back of your minds:

It’s slightly less hellish with you.

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#male wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #addams x reader #addams family #aged up #kisses #tickling #x reader #oneshot #fluff #requests

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