#lee!

[ticklehigh-allthetime]

Why the fuck is this at my Walmart 😭

#Lee! #sfw tickle community #tickle content #tickle thoughts #why????

[lunarfleur]

curly and that casual dominance-

him asking where you think you’re going whenever you stand up. people misconstruing that as him trying to control where you go, but really just he wants to know where you’re headed because he wants to tag along :)

curly’s totally one of those “without me?” guys, but not in the normal way…

“Curls? I’m going to take a shower.”

“Not without me you’re not.”

And he proceeds to sit on the toilet and talk to you while you shower.”

He’s emotionally attached, your honor.

#mick’s asks #mick talks #the outsiders #lee! #curlyshepard #curly shepard

[sophie-i-guess13]

“Put that down, trouble.”

“You’re not the boss o’ me.”

“Maybe I ain’t, but your momma is. You want me to call her so she can tell you to cut the shit?”

“That’s a bad word.”

“It ain’t the only one I know.”

“…”

“You want me to call her or are you gonna behave?”

“Fine.”

“Just like your momma, I swear to God.”

Dallas doesn’t realize how fast a child can climb— or how fast he can run up those stairs— until Lori decides to search through the medicine cabinet for those scissors

#soapie’s stuff #asks! #lee! #lee this is a blessing

[softaneasy]

You've been cursing for a while now, so after leaving my mug in the kitchen I went to see what had you so riled up. I walked into the living room and saw you glaring at the TV, where you were playing GTA.

“ What's wrong?” I asked, feeling a small level of amusement seeing you so frustrated.

“ I've been stuck on this part for ages now” you moaned dramatically and flopped backwards into the sofa cushions.

After taking a better look at the screen I realized which mission this was, and offered to try. Apparently it was shooting your way to a window so you could get out that had you cursing at the tv.

I sat down next to you, took the controller and finished the mission quite quickly. I couldn't help It, but the look on your face had me laughing.

“you made that seem so effortless” you grumbled. I knew you weren't upset with me seeing as you dragged me to lay down between your legs and let me use your chest as a backrest.

I bit my lip, but my impulsiveness won out fairly quickly.

“ It wasn't difficult,” I replied, looking up at you. “ I enjoy the shooting, but I'm a terrible driver”, I added.

“ I've been stuck on that for the past 15 minutes!” You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around me for a cuddle.

“ I guess shooting isn't your thing. But you do make an excellent get away driver!” I laughed.

“Are you saying my shooting sucks??” You asked dramatically, poking my sides repeatedly. I bit my lip, both to hide my smile and to keep in the soft giggles that I could feel building up, and tried to wriggle away from your fingers, but the hug you still had me trapped in prevented me from going very far.

“That's not what I said!” I defended myself. When your fingers started moving towards my stomach I automatically abandoned the controller and grabbed for your hands.

You stopped trying to get to my stomach, took the controller I had dropped and drove away.

I rested on your chest and watched you play for a bit before asking if I could drive.

And see, I hadn't teased you with your failings, and yet you decided to tease me for all my crashings and my running commentary.

“ What the hell are they standing around here for?!” at multiple red lights, “ who needs such” after taking down a few light poles and a few stop signs.

“YOU drove into ME moron!” whenever I had a collision.

At least one of us got a good laugh out of it. However after dying for the third time because of idiots (not my fault, nope) you decided to be mean. I only lost a few thousands of dollars, not our house!

“ Everytime you run into something, another car, a traffic sign, light pole, ANYTHING, I will tickle you for one minute” you whispered in my ear and suddenly your arms that had ended up around me again thightend.

Well you had my attention now, and I cursed my body for reacting, which you being the mean person knew it would. But I'm also competitive… so I made sure to drive carefully enough not to collide with anything. Which apparently- bad move. Your fingers began moving softly and slowly up and down my ribcage which caused the first crash.

“One minute” you whispered again.

It felt impossible to keep driving when all my instincts screamed at me to move away.

“Keep driving” you ordered when I still hadn't resumed playing, a few fingers gently digging in as a warning which made me jolt forwards and a giggle escaped.

Damned if I do, and damn if I don't. It was nearly impossible to focus on anything other than your fingers, still resting oh so innocently on my ribs. I began driving again, and crashed once more not even a minute in. But after that I managed not to crash, even though the driving was anything but stable.

You being the sore loser and cheater that you keep moving your fingers now and then, causing more crashes. And for every one of them you whispered the total amount.

“It's not my fault you're such a sore loser that you feel the need to cheat!!” I exclaimed after yet another crash. “ Jealousy doesn't look good on you!”

I regretted the words as soon as I said them, and I couldn't look up to see your face, I already knew what it would look like.

Diggers keep digging, I thought to myself before our positions changed and you were pinning my legs down as you leaned over me. I was totally screwed.

Reminder to myself, proceed with cause when playing GTA.

#tickle thoughts #tickle content #tickling #tickle community #tickling community #lee! #lee!reader #tickle fluff #tickling content #tword content #tword community #this a bad idea #and i will probably end up deleting this.

[0mistymystery]

Not being able to mention the word "Tickle" out loud, because you are immediately this:

#tword community #sfw tickle community #lee!

[azulejo178]

Smile dear!

This fanfic takes place after the events of chapter 7 of hazbin hotel

Warnings: this is a tickle fanfic, if you don't like it keep scrolling.

I'm sorry if it's very short, I've been busy with exams. When I finish taking them, I'll try to upload content more often. You can leave me ideas in the comments. I hope you enjoy it. ♡

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- "What's got you all worked up, dear? Is there more on your mind than just angels?" Rosie asked, concerned.

- "What do you do when someone you love lies to you about who they are?" Charlie replied.

- "Romance is my specialty, come on, give me the details."

- "My girlfriend is an exorcist angel and she was never able to tell me."

- "Damn, what a secret. How does that make you feel?"

- "Um, I feel angry. I thought we shared everything."

- "And she always supports me in my ideas and... and now... I don't know if all of that was true or a lie... that thought is horrible. Do I really think like this? Yes, no... maybe?"

- "But do you love this girl?"

- "Um, I don't know... yes."

- "And have you ever doubted that she feels the same way?"

*Charlie shook his head no.

- "So what's the problem?" Rosie asked.

- "That she was part of those people who have caused us so much trouble."

- "But... doesn't your silly hotel try to redeem people?"

- "Yes..."

- "Maybe that girl is also seeking redemption."

- "No, because she knows better than anyone that I believe in second chances, why hide it from me?"

- "Because it's hard to admit things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love. She messed up, of course, she's not perfect, but dear, nobody here is. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that words are meaningless, but actions reflect the heart."

"Thank you, Rosie," Charlie said as he gave her a tight hug.

"Hey, I know what will cheer you up."

"What thing?"

"Something I haven't done to Alastor in a while." Charlie opened his mouth to speak but only giggles came out as Rosie began tickling his sides.

"Haha Rohosie."

"That's my name, dear," Rosie replied as she pinched his ribs.

"Noho-"

Charlie tried to escape the ticklish sensation by kicking Rosie with his legs.

"Oh no, you won't get away," said Rosie as she magically conjured some flowers to hold his hands.

"Much better," Rosie said as she went for his armpits.

Charlie burst into laughter.

"Look, it seems like I found your spot," Rosie said with a chuckle.

Charlie was a small and cute puddle of giggles. Although he had to admit that it felt good just to laugh and let go.

Years went by without her laughing like this. The whole issue of angels and extermination had her very overwhelmed. Rosie noticed that she didn't even make a real attempt to escape. In reality, being Lucifer's daughter, she was 100 times more powerful than Rosie, but still, she sank into the feeling without complaining and lost herself in her emotions.

When Rosie noticed that his laughter had stopped, she decided to stop and got up to bring him a glass of water.

"Do you feel better?" Rosie asked.

"Yes, thank you," Charlie said with a smile.

Rosie returned the smile.

"Hey dear, now let's go. We have to convince them. But before that, let's go visit a certain deer," said Rosie raising her voice slightly knowing that Alastor was behind the door and had heard everything and quickly went out to chase after him.

"Then the only thing that was heard were giggles and squeals throughout the room, the inhabitants of the cannibal city looked at each other with a smile, except for Susan, who thought to herself: Ash, how ridiculous, when will they tell us the news?"

#ticklish #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel tk #leer! #lee! #tickles

[victoriarambles]

Lads n’ lasses.. here are..

Lee’s that DESERVE more appreciation and recognition:

Lee’s that are sensitive on their hands

Lee’s with “rare” ticklish spots

Lee’s that don’t actually laugh whilst being tickled (me too man..)

Lee’s that aren’t INSANELY ticklish. (Every lee is valid!)

Chubby lee’s

Lee’s that only like being tickled sometimes

Lee’s that are just the sweetest little balls of cuddles and AWHWHHWHW (literally all of them)

LEE’S THAT COVER THEIR FACE WITH THEIR HANDS INSTEAD OF “DEFENDING” THEMSELVES 😭😭🫶

#tickle #new blog #sfw blog #tickle content #sfw tickling community #lee!

[one-winged-dreams]

Death Metal, Nu Metal & Idol Metal for Cor

Oh ty Lee, I'm so utterly transparent lately lmao

who is more intimidating, s/i or f/o?

Cor. Cain is too fucking adorable and easy-going, he's the type of guy who's just so utterly disarming that you can't help but feel at ease around him.

And Cor is... Cor. He's just got one of those faces. And a reputation.

does f/o communicate more with words or actions? how about s/i?

Actions, good luck getting Cor to say anything TOO vulnerable most of the time. He doesn't refrain from doing so out of shame or anything, it's just not like him in general. Maybe in private, though. Possibly.

Cain is a good mix of both, he's OOZING affection at any given time. It's almost excessive, but it somehow never comes off as cheap. Though it does come off as something that looks like a shade of coping mechanism sometimes.

what's something s/i does that f/o finds cute or endearing? the other way around?

Cain is just kind of a cutie in general, much to Cor's dismay. It seems like he doesn't take anything seriously sometimes, but when you get to know him, it's obvious he just tries to set a lighthearted mood most of the time. It's sweet, it's cute, and Cor can't deny either of those things.

Cor is playful sometimes and every single time, it sends Cain straight to heart eyes land. If he so much as cracks a joke, it's so over.

#answers #lee! #cr: cor

[howuart]

ohohoh for the art request thing could you do my oc Saga in c7? no pressure ofc <333

her hair is supposed to be a bit lighter? and she's like 11 if that helps??? I've been going back and forth on her design dnksnsj (this was a Draw In My Outfit thing and it's. the only full body ref I got jdhsjd)

others refs because I'm consistent :) (and her necklace <3 it's of her mum and dad)

I hope you like her been on a bit of a art block(?) as of late

#oc #not my oc #kaity answers #lee!

[hyper-pie]

GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMTHING

does anyone else just feel so self conscious about their laugh and hold back their laughs out of fear for being too loud or obnoxious or that people will make fun of you? like especially when tickled?

well imagine a kind of tickle therapy where you get over that fear. somone you trust helps you get through this fear by talking you through this time of anxiety while tickling you or just making you laugh. while giving you lots of reassurance that everything is okay. i think i came up with a new prompt....

#sfw tickling community #TICKLE COMUNITY #tickle imagine #tickle fluff #tickle community #lee speaks #lee! #Ler!

[sliceofdyke]

24+25+32 for the ask game ? ^_^ !

24. What are three places you want to travel to? the netherlands, taiwan (im going again this summer), and japan!

25. Describe your perfect Friday night. eating sushi for dinner and being on phone calls with my friends :)

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick? answered here!

#ty for the ask :3 #asks #lee!

[lunarfleur]

Can I get something Curly? Maybe him comforting reading after a long day they spent with their family? I had to sit next to my witch of a rich grandmother and I’m not feeling so great :(

Can We Kiss Forever? ~ Curly Shepard

Tagging: @sophie-i-guess13 @sluggmuffin @spaceagebachelormann @whyareyouhere66 @juneberrie @ilovejoekeeryy

Warnings:Mentions of family problems but none are clearly stated

A/N: Lee. My love. I love you. I sort of got an idea and just ran with it, though, I hope that’s okay!

This is x gender neutral reader!

Tim watched as Curly stood in front of the mirror, running his hands through his curls and shaking them back into place. He scrunched his hair with his hands, squeezing tightly. He had been standing there for a solid 20 minutes, always paying the upmost attention to his hair.

“Curly,” and Angela shouted from the living room, “Y/N’s on the phone!”

With a sudden brightening in his face, Curly ditched the mirror and all but sprinted into the living room. He loved talking to them. He loved hearing their voice. But why call when he was about to pick them up?

“Hi, baby,” he said into the phone. He fought back the lovesick smile they always gave him, at least until Angela stopped looking at him.

“Hi, Curls,” they said back. Curly frowned instantly.

Their voice, the voice he loves more than anything, sounded exhausted and tense. It was nasally and, well, sickening.

“Everything okay?” Curly asked hesitantly.

“Yeah, um…I’m sorry, babe, but I think I’m gonna have to cancel tonight.” Their voice faded as it came, sounding guilty and ashamed. Curly didn’t like it.

“That’s okay,” he sputtered, “but why?”

They sighed over the phone and paused. The silence, though only for a second, was tense and worrisome. The idea of them canceling was confusing, considering just the night before they were all but crying over how much they missed him.

“I just-I’ve had a long night. There’s so much going on, with my grandma and everything…I don’t think I can handle being out. I’m sorry.”

Curly sighed, “That’s okay, baby.”

“Maybe tomorrow?”

Curly’s lips curled up into a small grin as he leaned against the wall behind him.

“Hey, how ‘bout this? I’ll go up to that diner you like, get you some food, and then I’ll come over.”

He heard a faint, happy chuckle from the other side. His heart fluttered at the noise.

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Give me no more than 30 minutes, I’ll be right there. I love you.”

“I love you,” Y/N said, beaming.

And he hung up the phone.

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As soon as they heard the firm, heavy knock on the door, they happily speed-walked to the door. Unlocking it with a click, they were greeted by Curly’s grinning face.

But the sight of them, although clearly in a bit of a better mood, made Curly’s smile falter. They looked exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Y/N, sighing contently, wrapped their arms around Curly’s torso. His free hand came to the back of their head. His other hand, carrying the plastic bag filled with food, stayed down at his side.

“I missed you,” they mumbled against his shirt.

“I missed you, too, sweets,” Curly chuckled happily.

Curly looked down, confused, when they didn’t let go. Instead, they held on tighter. With trembling shoulders, they sniffled.

“Are you crying?” Curly asked softly. They shook their head against their shirt.

“No.” But they obviously were.

Curly set the bag of food on the floor next to his feet, bringing hands up to wipe their tears.

“What’s goin’ on, baby?”

“I missed you.” And it only made it worse.

“C’mon, stop cryin’. You don’t gotta miss me anymore.”

Taking a shaky, deep breath, Y/N backed up slightly.

“Your food’s gonna get cold. You need to eat.”

The pair walked hand-in-hand into the living room. Curly pulled out all their food, then leaned against the back of the couch. He watched them as they ate. Curly loved watching them, seeing them. It was the best part of any day he saw them.

Getting up, Curly turned on the TV and flipped through every channel he could find. Finally, he settled on the last half of Rebel Without A Cause and sat back down, this time noticeably closer to his lover.

After finishing their food, Y/N pushed it all onto the coffee table and leaned back, letting Curly snake an arm around their shoulders. As if all the weight was lifted from their shoulders, they curled into him.

“Tired, honey?” He asked. They nodded.

With a gentle hold on their arm, Curly guided them into his lap. Their legs wrapped around his waist, his arms wrapped around their shoulders. Their face snuggled into his neck, his face pressed against the top of their head. He placed he sweet kiss into their hair.

“I’m sorry,” he heard them mumble.

“What for?”

“Ruining our date.”

“Baby, there ain’t nothing wrong with how the night ended.”

“I know, but-”

“No buts.”

There was a pause and nothing but heartbeats and breathing could be heard.

“Curly?”

“Mhm?”

“Will you kiss me?”

Smiling, Curly’s arms unraveled. They looked up at him, eyes filled with the dull longing of sleep. He kissed them. Then he kissed them again. Then again. Then again.

Curly kissed them so sweetly, so full of love, that any and all worries they had seemed to float away. He kissed them so deeply that it made their head fuzzy. His kissed them for so long that the butterflies in their stomach reached to every bone in their body. They were filled with love for him.

“I love you, baby,” Curly whispered, pressing his forehead to their own.

“I love you, Curls.”

Y/N fell asleep not even 10 minutes later, slumped against his chest and listening to the melodies of his heart. He stroked their hair, not once getting up. The lamp in the living room never got turned off.

#lee! #mick’s asks #the outsiders #curly shepard #curlyshepard #x gender neutral reader

[sophie-i-guess13]

Lori being adamant that there’s somebody standing outside watching them. Tim, rightfully, thinks it’s Billy, and grabs the bat to go beat off the idiot, but when he looks outside, there’s no one there. He asks Lori who she saw, and Lori very calmly answers that it was a tall boy, a little younger maybe than good ol’ Tommy Barlow, with pale blue eyes and a wispy white blond hair-

“Lori, baby, you gotta tell Tío who you saw.”

“I told you, Tío, it wa’ the boy from Unca’ Buck’s pictures.”

#soapie’s stuff #asks! #lee! #lee this is a blessing

[softaneasy]

Holy shit! This is my third writting for this year, which feels a bit surreal, going from 0 for years to 3 in not even a month.

Now the quality of it....yeah....

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“Hey, where are you going?” you asked me after dinner when you saw me get up and walk away. 

“Back to studying” I replied over my shoulder, going into the study to continue with what I was doing before. 

The computer screen was showing one thing to the left of me, my tablet showing a PowerPoint my teacher had given us on the right of me, and my notebook with all my pens and highlights was right in the middle of it all. 

As I got back to studying I heard you move around the apartment, before the kitchen door softly closed. I was so concentrated on what I was doing that I failed to hear you when you came into the study a while later, which is unlike me. 

“Darlin’, I thought you said you weren't gonna study after dinnertime?” you drawled behind me, making me jump and almost draw a black line over one of my notes.

“Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed with my heart in my throat. “Give a girl some warning will ya?!” I replied irritated.

Had I not had my back turned against you I would have seen you raising your eyebrows in surprise at my inattentiveness. It hadn't taken long into our relationship for you to realize that I automatically kept myself aware of my surroundings and where people were whenever we were home. You had accepted that it was something I just did subconsciously, so for you  to manage to scare me when you hadn't been quiet, concerned you. 

“ I'm sorry love” you genuinely apologize. “But my question still stands, you promised when you began studying that you wouldn't study after dinner”. 

“Yeah well, my exam is next week, and if I fail this one, then I'm giving up. This is supposed to be my area, the one thing I can, and actually am good at! And yet here I am not even knowing what is what!” I snapped, stressed out and scared whilst glaring at my desk. One of my hair locks had fallen out of my sloppy ponytail making me harshly tugg it behind my ear. 

“Hey, hey” your hand gently pushed my own hand away from my hair before I subconsciously began tugging at it. “Be gentle ” you gently reprimanded me while carefully releasing my hair from the ponytail to gather all of it up in a new, neat ponytail. 

I subconsciously leaned back in my desk chair while you did that, giving off a small sound of discomfort. My back was killing me from me bending over the desk for so long. And your hands felt so good in my hair. 

“You know it's just gonna fall out again” I muttered referring to my hair. Whoever cursed me with curly hair that still somehow was as soft as children's hair deserves to rot in purgatory until the end of time. 

“Then we just put it up again” came your reply, voice calm. Your hands rested on my shoulders. “And for you not knowing what is what, we both know that's not true”. 

“ I just went through an old exam, and I knew nothing!” I snapped at you again, tilting my head back to glare at you, because who had given you permission to disagree with me? 

My glare had the opposite effect on you, instead of backing off, you just smiled at me and kissed my forehead, not bothered in the slightest about my eyes trying to pulverize you. I really needed to work on that. 

“So what exactly are you studying right now?” You asked and gently began massaging my shoulders. 

“PTSD, or at least I’m trying to. My teacher's PowerPoints doesn’t really give much, and neither does the bookssss!!” My shoulders scrunched up suddenly as your fingers had strayed too close to my neck and I tried to lean forward to dislodged your fingers, a stupid smile on my face. “Quit it!!” 

‘I'm sorry love” you laughed, amused as always with my reaction to you trying to give me a massage. “ But to be fair, it's not my fault that you are so damn…” 

“ Get your stupid fingers away from my neck!!” I interrupted you, a faint blush spreading across my face. 

“ You kinda need to let go of my fingers for me to be able to do that darlin” you teased, slowly wiggling your fingers against my neck, all ten of them, which made me squeal before breaking out in giggles. 

“Get them out!” I giggled, scrunching up even more to try and still your stupid fingers. 

“I will, as soon as you unscrunch so i can remove them, I’m kinda stuck right now” 

"Liar! Just remove them!” I continued to giggle, shaking my head, like that would help. New’s flash, it didn’t. My own fingers gripped around your wrist tugging desperately. 

“I’m sorry, what now? Here I am, trying to be a good partner, massaging those shoulders of yours that have more knots than a scouts training rope. And not only do you trap my fingers, but now you’re also calling me a liar?! you asked with mock indignation as your fingers speed up, and now purposely tickled my neck. 

I squealed again, slamming my back towards the chairs backrest, tilting my head back, trying to actually trap your fingers and stop them from moving. 

I regretted my action as soon as I made it, but it was already too late. You managed to remove one hand from my neck only to put it against my forehead as you leaned down and blew a raspberry that had me choking on my laughter. My hands gave up on your remaining wrist and began pushing against your head. 

“I’m soooorrhhhhyy!!, I’mmmh soooorrryy!!” I laughed, giving in. 

“I’ll stop if you promise to spend the rest of the evening with me” you bargained before going back to blowing smaller raspberries. 

Yeah, see, I might not be the smartest one around, but I’m not stupid either, and damn if it didn't tickle like crazy. I didn’t even feel bad agreeing with you as soon as my laughter would allow it. 

As promised you stopped, and spinned my chair around while I was trying to rub away the lingering tingly feeling. 

“Come on” you said, not really generous with allowing me time to a, recover, b, try to get rid of the feeling. You dragged me up by my hand, shut down my computer screen and led me into the living room. Where a bowl of popcorn was by the table, with two mugs of what i would guess was tea, and a criminal minds episode lined up. 

Damn you, who gave you the right to be so good to me? I sure did not deserve this. As these thoughts were taking over my mind you lied down on the couch and manhandled me to be the little spoon. 

“So, we have time for two episodes, where  you can swoon over Dr. Spencer Reid as much as you’d like” you said, resting your chin on the top of my head. 

“Why only two episodes?” I asked, a bit puzzled. That would put us at approximately 10.30, and we usually didn’t go to bed until midnight. 

“Because love, then I’ll have one and a half hours to do whatever I want to do with you” you replied as you dragged me even closer to you, and I could suddenly feel how much warmer the room got in about 3 seconds. “And you see, I want to sleep tonight, which means you need to sleep and not toss around as you sometimes do, so I’m wondering if four is enough for you to fall asleep on, or if we should do five just to be safe?” 

“Wait what?” I suddenly felt very trapped, and I knew my face would have that “deer caught in the headlights” kind of look that you loved so much. 

“Your right, at least five” you agreed with yourself and pressed play on the tv remote. While the intro played on the screen, I felt your hand move down my body, and I wondered how much of those two episodes I was actually going to watch as your hand slipped inside my pants.

#tickling community #tickle community #tickle content #tickling #lee! #tickling content #tword community #tword content #tickle fluff #tickling fic #tickling fiction #tword fic #why am I even posting these for? xD

[flickeringflame216]

For the mimicking: Love and peace! Praying for you! May the grace of God bless you and keep you! <3 (seriously Zaki I am so happy to know you even a little bit, you shine so brightly)

MORE being perceived wow

Seriously this is so sweet. I love knowing you as well!

Be blessed mon amie!

#lee! #people saying kind things #questions and quacksalvers

[asparkofhopeiswhatimafter]

24. Silver or gold?

45. Antique or brand new?

66. Adventurous or cautious?

ohhhhh that's hard. probably gold, but I love both.

antique! I like old things.

hmmm. ideally, adventurous.

#lee! #thanks for the ask friend <3