#ler!soap

[batfeatherrs]

Omg! You like call of duty too! This fandom needs more tickles I swear 😭

Was just wondering if I could request a fic with task force 141? If not that's completely okay! :]

Hope you have fun making content 🫶💙

i will absolutely write for the task force they’re my sillies ever <3 since you didn’t have any specific requests i just made something up but i hope you enjoy!

✧ ˚ ࿔ vampfics

⠀🦇 ⠀|⠀TEAM DEBRIEF

characters: lee!Ghost, ler!Soap, ler!Gaz, implied ler!Price

summary: Ghost is having a hard time paying attention to the debrief. unfortunately, Soap catches on.

Ghost is usually very attentive during mission discussions and debriefs. He’s one of the only soldiers that regularly pays proper attention, no matter how exhausted or disinterested he is.

But, for some reason, he just can’t focus.

Ghost shifts slightly in his seat, letting out a faint sigh. He’s trying, really, he is: but no matter how hard he stares at Price’s face he just can’t bring himself to hear the words he’s saying. It feels like his head is made of clouds.

Beside him, sitting in the chair to his left, Soap notices the subtle wiggle and raises an eyebrow. Ghost never fidgets during debriefs, never. Soap shifts his attention from the thread he’s pulling at on his vest to the other soldier, and it doesn’t take a genius to see that he’s not a hundred percent present in the room. Ghost is tapping his fingertips very gently against the table, and as he shifts he leans back in his chair and stretches his legs out.

Gaz notices too, seeing Ghost shift in his peripheral. He glances at him briefly, taking a mental note, and a faint smirk crawls across his lips before he looks back to the Captain.

It’s kind of amusing, watching him try to be inconspicuous about his boredom.

Ghost is almost entirely zoned out, his eyes slightly glassy and focused on Price, when a nudge against his ribs makes him nearly jump out of his skin. It’s so sudden that Price stops mid-word and stares at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright then, Simon?” He asks, his voice warm with a hint of curiosity.

Ghost nods, shifting a bit. “Yeah, sir,” he mumbles, nodding to Price. “Just had an itch.”

Price raises his eyebrows. He isn’t fully convinced by Ghost’s excuse, but he lets it slide for the moment and returns to his debrief. The moment Price’s attention leaves him Ghost shoots a heavy glare at Soap, whose hand is hovering in the space between their chairs. Soap only grins back at him, mischief dancing in his eyes.

That can’t be good.

Ghost tries to ignore it, but he can see Soap’s hand out of his peripherals. Soap’s fingertips twitch, and after a second he wriggles his fingers teasingly next to Ghost’s side. Ghost feels an embarrassing warmth rise to his cheeks and he turns his head away to put Soap out of his line of sight, suddenly very grateful for his mask.

Soap isn’t about to let it go, though. If Ghost is bored, he won’t be for long.

After a moment’s hesitation Ghost feels a set of fingers settle on his side and he twitches, his heart leaping into his throat. He tilts his head to glare at Soap again, but the teasing grin on his teammate’s face is enough to make his face burn and he turns away again.

Soap doesn’t heed his warnings. Ghost flinches again as he feels Soap’s fingertips press into his side lightly, into the exposed soft spot below the strap of his tactical vest. He bites his lip and inhales sharply, his back arching slightly away from the touch. God, he’s going to kill Soap after this debrief.

Soap’s fingertips trail up his side, agonizingly slowly, and Ghost’s heart flutters. A smile curls at the edges of his lips and he ducks his head slightly, curling his hands into fists on the table. Spurred on by the response, Soap’s hand begins to explore, creeping down his side towards his hip and prodding into the soft skin there. Ghost nearly chokes, wanting to slam his head into the table.

By now, Gaz has noticed the shenanigans occurring across the table. He grins, much less subtly than Soap, glancing at the Scotsman briefly. They make eye contact and before Ghost can say anything Gaz shifts and he feels his leg hook around his. Panic leaps into his throat as Gaz reaches down, his hand creeping from Ghost’s shin up to his knee, curling around it to trace gentle circles behind his knee. Ghost’s leg jerks, nearly smacking his knee against the underside of the table.

Christ, Ghost can’t keep this up for long. He can feel the warm static of giggles burning in his chest, threatening to spill up his throat and out from his lips. He’s about to raise a hand and excuse himself from the debrief for a minute when Soap’s hand creeps around his side and lands on his lower back, just above the waistline of his pants.

“Ack-!” Ghost lets out a surprisingly high-pitched squawk of laughter, jolting upright and hitting his knee against the underside of the table. The room falls silent, Price’s voice tapering off, and Ghost suddenly feels three sets of eyes on his face.

“Something funny, Simon?” Price asks, raising an eyebrow. He’s trying to sound serious, but Ghost can see the look of amusement and fondness in his face and he’s suddenly pretty sure Price has known all along.

Ghost swallows, Soap’s hand pressed against his back unmoving making him rather nervous. “Sir- HAHaha!”

Gaz’s fingertips dig into the soft flesh of his inner thigh, a few inches above his knee. His leg jerks again and he drops his head to the table, clasping a hand over his mouth and burying his head in his arm. He hears Gaz chuckle, but before he can tell him to fuck himself Price leans over the table with a smile on his face.

Price’s eyes narrow with amusement. “I think I just heard a giggle,” he says, his voice low and dripping with teasing. “Is that right, Lieutenant?”

Ghost doesn’t get the chance to reply. Soap’s fingertips start moving again, scratching lightly at the middle of his lower back, and Gaz wiggles a finger lightly against the inside of Ghost’s thigh. Ghost jolts and a splutter of giggles escape his lips, slightly muffled by his hand. He hears Soap coo, and Gaz leans over the table towards him.

“Come on now, Si,” he purrs, his voice warm and smooth. “Let’s hear that pretty laugh, huh?”

“Would you shut up- snRKHAHahAha!” The moment Ghost opens his mouth Soap’s fingertips dig into his back, eliciting a burst of laughter from the soldier. He arches his back, trying to squirm away from Soap and nearly falling out of his chair in the process. The others laugh, and Ghost feels his cheeks burn. “FuhUhuck- stahAHAP!”

After a few seconds Price lifts a hand, and Soap and Gaz freeze.

“Alright, enough,” he says, surprisingly warmly considering the interruption. “We can finish this debrief tonight.”

Price glances at Ghost, who’s blushing furiously behind his mask, and smirks. “I think we need some time to regroup.”

Hesitantly Soap withdraws his hand, and Gaz lets Ghost’s leg drop with a dramatic huff. Ghost doesn’t even move: he just buries his head in his arms, his shoulders twitching with leftover giggles as he tries to catch his breath.

Price looks at Ghost with a warm smile. “Alright, Simon?”

After a second, Ghost mumbles a reply.

“Mmhm.”

#batfeathers #vampfics #lee!ghost #ler!soap #ler!gaz #implied ler!price #cod tickle #call of duty tickle #tickle fic #I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST #i <3 writing gaz #the sweetie ever #guys ghost isn’t a bad person he just needs tickled #i haven’t written a fic in months be so kind

[cloverfella]

Ok here me out. Ler soap

And + lee pepper cuz why not

#sages doodles #ler soap #ler!soap #lee pepper #lee!pepper #inanimate insanity tickles #object show tickles

[moose-muffin]

Lee Vox enthusiast? Aight bet.

The brain rot I have for this man is not even funny, he's so lee-coded I swear to god-

Probably the kind of lee that provokes their lers into wrecking them (both intentionally and unintentionally.) I.E refusing to let Velvette watch TV on him despite knowing full well she's feeling playful, or getting so worked up about Alastor people will do anything to make him shut up about it.

Height does not matter because he's way to easy to fluster, you could be twice as big or twice as small but the fact remains that he will crumble when his hips are targeted.

Definitely glitches out when he's being got good, might even get to see him flash through random channels if you can really get him going. Just be careful that he isn't too close to any electronics because he might fry them by mistake.

Accidentally caused a black out throughout half the Vee's building one time, it took a week to be fully repaired and Velvette still hasn't stopped making fun of him for it.

Spends 90% percent of his energy covering his face/stifling his laugh (and failing horribly)

I'd throw in some Radiostatic for flavor but I'm not sure how you feel about that pairing so I'll leave it at this for now lol-

Thanks for the excuse to ramble about the TV guy - 📽

ME CURRENTLY: 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

THESE HEADCANONS ARE MAKING MY BRAIN DO LIKE CARTWHEELS AND BACKFLIPS I AM SO GRATEFUL RIGHT NOW!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THESE WITH THE CLASS <3

YOU ARE RIGHT THAT HE’S LEE-CODED!!!!! He is so Lee it’s actually crazy! We saw him at the end of Stayed Gone. That man was stomping his feet.. you KNOW he does that when he gets tickled too LIKEEEE IMAGINE OH MY GOD

THIS PART SPECIFICALLY WAS SO ACCURATE AND I AM OBSESSED. THE FACT IT CAN BE UNINTENTIONAL AND ALSO VERY MUCH INTENTIONAL LIKE WITH VELVETTE WANTING TO WATCH TV ON HIMMMM AND THEN TICKLING HIM TO GET HER WAY!!!!!! THIS IS WHY SHES AN ICON AND ALSO WHY VOX IS LEE MOVING ON

THIS PART IS ADORABLE. BIG SCARY ALASTOR DEMON VERSION OR LIKE VELVETTE BEING A LITTLE SHIT BECAUSE ITS SO FUN FOR HER <3 DONT THINK I MISSED THE TICKLISH HIPS COMMENT. UR SPITTING BARS CURRENTLY

GIGGLING AT THIS ONE!!! THE Flipping THRU CHANNELS!!!!!! IMAGINE HE JUST GOES FROM LIKE SOME COOKING SHOW TO A SOAP OPERA TO LIKE IDK MTV TO LIKE IDK IF HELL HAS IMPRACTICAL JOKERS BUT I HOPE THEY DO OR AT LEAST SOMETHING ADJACENT, REGARDLESS ABSOLUTE TOTAL SILLINESS (please tease him about it oh my GOD he would get so flustered)

THIS IS FUCKINF CRAZY AND I LOVE IT ITS SO CANON. VELVETTE LOVES BRINGING IT UP OR TRYING TO GET HIM TO EXPLAIN IT TO PEOPLE. HE DOESNT TELL THEM AND SHE HAS TO OF COURSE TICKLE HIM TO PROVE JUST HOW TICKLISH HE IS AND THEN TELLS THE STORY. He’s MORTIFIED but also a little flustered and blushy <3 god he’s so gorgeous

oh my god please PLEASE IF YOU HAVE RADIOSTATIC HEADCANONS I WOULD LOVEEEEE TO HEAR THEM!!!! IM SLOWLY BECOMING A FAN OF THEM (not that I wasn’t before, I was just kinda like “haha that’s a funny concept” and now the vision is clearer and im feeling feelings)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK <3 GENUINELY SO KIND AND SWEET AND I ABSOLUTELY ADORED EVERY SECOND!!! YOU HAVE A GREAT STYLE OF WRITING ITS SO FUN AND JUST WORKSSSS

#madi’s answers!! #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!vox #ler!velvette #HOYL FUCKING SHIT THIS ASK WAS SO AMAZING I ACTUALLY ALMOST IMPLODED #I AM SO HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH #📽️ anon!!

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[TRF] Norma II

• Related to this : The Rust Factory - Norma (<- comics)

• Related to this : The Rust Factory - Norma (<- comics) I had SO much fun doing the vintage style of flash backs and imagination: I would have kicked myself for ignoring this very impactful style for its time.

Audrey pic: Context - Extract from the 2022 RP "It was the story of a corporate that had made a great scientific revolutionary invention! It was called D-Sire, a simple, medicated, fabulous everyday object that people couldn't live without. But during the process of improving the product, which was intended to target wider markets to make more profit, the D-Sire had unfortunately gone awry, causing a great catastrophe unparalleled among mankind. All cities had been wiped off the map, leaving only willless mutant humans and animals. The heroine had to flee her city, survive and fight her way back to the creator of the D-sire, who had abandoned his company and changed his identity. Coal was terrified of this cheap soap opera with its terrible special effects made of modelling clay and the saturated offbeat sound of the black-and-white picture on the small TV screen." A more than obvious reference to the AU Truffula Flu. And a huge reference to @audtreegrace, @miru667 's character. So of course, I don't have all the context since it's a vast AU with lots and lots of details, but I've got enough of a basis for my friends to recognize and that's good enough for me :> Nathan has already confused Audrey Grace with Audrey, the actress from their series HAHA. Alas, the Audrey and Ted of his world won't be born for several years. He didn't find the actress, but he did find a good friend with whom to talk for hours about anything and everything ♥

Norma Bellini pic: Well, Norma pin-up, because why not! In vintage calendar mode, because I love vintage aesthetics. And yes, those are the right dates I went to check on good old calendars haha. At first I wanted to do it in a swimsuit, but then I preferred the picnic. I love picnics.

Too big to fail pic: I had to do it! Of course I had to! The only time I've redone such an iconic portrait was for the first version of Cashtea-ler in the Let It Flow fanzine, in 2022 (I should do a new one with his new head). Nathan Cole (@1940s-onceler | @nalak-bel 's), in black and white in his best soot-colored suit!

Compilation : Just Normaler, to appreciate Normaler. On a more serious note, I like the idea that Nathan was guided throughout his first times by ladies, and not the reverse. I love this not-so-little whining man.

#The Rust Factory #Normaler #OC Coal #1940sler #40sler #Norma Bellini #Norma #oc #ocrp #original character #oc art #roleplay #Doodle #digital #doodle #Truffula Flu #the greedler #the onceler #the lorax #the once ler #onceler #once ler #fandom #lorax #greedler #greed ler #onceler fandom #lorax fandom #black and white #art

[v--143]

Coukd you do a lee!minho and ler!chan?

YES OMG I have no idea if I’ve done this duo before but if I haven’t then thank you SO much for requesting it I’m literally in love with their relationship

❕Trying something new❕This is a first-person pov fic!! It’s not long and is more of a tester than anything :) after finishing I realized, at least for my preference in reading, that 3rd person imo is better, but if you like this style more lmk! Keep in mind this is very much a *drabble* so there wasn’t much editing ^^

< Humiliated >

[Lee! Lee Know]

[Ler! Bangchan]

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I finished off with a smirk at the crowd of Stays in the distance. That solo stage was one of the more intense ones during the concerts, but it wasn’t anything impossible for me to handle. Lightsticks flew up across the crowd and the cheering made my ears fall deaf. It was a beautiful sight to see.. to which I boasted to the members about (obviously).

“Minho!! We love you Minho!! You’re so hot Lino!!” I whisper-screamed into Changbin’s ear. He shoved me to one side as he told me Stays were screaming for everyone, not just me. As if he thought I didn’t know my performance was the best one!

“Yeah pssch but did you see the cheering for meeee? They were going insane! Lee Know! Lee Know!” I giggled as I was once again shoved to the other side of the couch as his hand was placed onto my ribcage.

Nope, none of that.

I quickly rolled off the couch and walked away before being embarrassed. If I’m tickled in front of anyone and it’s found out I’m one of the most ticklish members of the group… no. Not me. That’s too vulnerable, it’s too embarrassing for others to know.

I jogged over to my room and ran into Chan on the way.

“Hi” I said (cutely, of course).

He smiled as he shook his head.

“So you can act all cool on stage, tease Stay with your smirk, and practice your dances for hours until perfection… yet you can’t remember to give me back my favorite sweater.”

Shit, I forgot. And I have it on. Double shit.

“Ahhh I will now! Sorry Hyung I forgot again” I mean, I did forget. I was being sincere, but..

“Oohoh no this is like the fourth time you’ve forgotten. Imagine if- wha- is that a stain?! Lee Know!!!”

I didn’t stain it did I?! I looked down at the spot he was staring at and-

A big orangeish-pink splotch of what I’m assuming was my soup from earlier today looked back up at me. It was right on my ribs, how did I not see it before?!

“Come here.” Chan grabbed me by the arm and walked with me down to the kitchen. He looked pissed. Not actually pissed, of course, but as annoyed as can be. I had other things to do though! And I didn’t want him humiliating me in front of everyone else. I told him I’d have it clean by the end of the day, but he wasn’t having it.

“No, I want it now. And clean.”

“Well I can’t really do that now.. sorry hyung just wait a little bit-“ he didn’t let me finish as he began grabbing an array of cleaning supplies like Clorox wipes, a soft scrubbing tool, a rag, and some

“Yes you can do it now,” he said as he walked towards me, “I’ll help you”

I didn’t even have time to protest before he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw me onto the living room couch. He placed all other items on the floor and placed me on my side. I didn’t like where this was going, I didn’t even understand what was happening yet!

“This is the stain, right?” Chan asked as he pointed to the big splotch on the sweater, which sat above my ribs.

“Obviously dumbass” I replied. Snarky, I know, but I’m confused.

“Okay. Then stay still as I clean it.” With that, Chan grabbed a damp cloth, poured a few drops of soap on it, held my hip with one hand, and began to rub the cloth on the sweater with his other hand.

I don’t think I’ve yelled so loud in my life.

“FUhuhuck wait wahait!!” I yelled out. It’s too intense!!

“Nope, I’ve waited long enough”

What an ass!

“Careful hyung you might get kicked” Hyunjin intruded. I just shot him a glare and tried to cover my side.

“Oh no no no, hands up” Chan said.

I just stared at him (probably definitely blushing). Did he seriously expect me to keep my arms raised, here in the living room, in front of everyone, and not lower them?! He’s a madma-

“He’s too weak for that, hold on” I heard Changbin say. Who was he to help Chan and not me?!

“Ya don’t make this into a big deheheal!! Just let me go wash it and I’ll give it back-” I was cut off by Changbin forcefully grabbing my wrists and holding them barely above my chin, as if to taunt me by making me be so close to covering my sides but unable to do so.

“You clearly need some help figuring out how to keep things clean.. be ready to cover his mouth, Bin.” Chan said.

I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do except kick my legs out until Chan sat on them and began to harshly drag the rag up and down my ribs, digging in the entire way.

“AHAHehahahehaAHA WAhahit!! HahaHAHAE WhaHAHAIT!!” I laughed out loudly as he purposefully dug the rag into my side.

“This stain is a tough one..” he said.

“Noho it’s nOHOT!! AHAHAHA” I screamed as he kept going, “STOP! STOHOhohaHAHA”.

My face flushed red as I saw Chan and Bin simply watching me and laugh. I saw the other members, too, smiling over at me. I felt relieved humiliated.

I’ve never been one to beg anyone for anything. Ever. But..

“PLEHEASE! STOHOP PLease plehehease!! PlehahaHAHAHEA AAHHHHAHA” I yelled out as fast as I could until Chan began to slow down the pace.

“I think it’s mostly off now.. it’ll do.”

I was let go and immediately slammed my hands down to cover my sides, one wet from the soapy cloth. Chan giggled down at me as I quickly stood up and went to find another sweater. Idiot.

I changed quickly and threw Chan’s into the washer, not without a glare at him beforehand though.

#tword community #tword post #tword blog #tword thoughts #sfw twords #tword content #tword skz #skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids #stray kids fluff #sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #t word #ler chan #lee know

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Pretty Kitty

helloooo everyone :D happy (late shh) valentine’s day!!!

welcome to the long awaited kitty george fic!! i made a concept post about it here if anyone is unfamiliar with what i’m talking about, and seeing as this fic is romantic dnf and the concept was created by me and @mushiewrites on the 16th last year, i figured what better time to upload this than right now :D so happy valentine’s day and/or birthday to the kitty george concept <3 you’ve been well loved my sweetheart

also shoutout to mushie and @wishitweresummer for reading this and liking it so much <3

warning: this fic is romantic dnf, so they do kiss quite a bit and they are referred to as boyfriends, and also this is literally only feet tickles and very very heavily favors feet nibbles and kisses. if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip this one!

lee!george, ler!dream, 4.8k words

enjoy!

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Dream stood in front of the kitchen sink, bare feet pressed against the cool linoleum as he washed his empty cereal bowl, when he felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind. He looked down and immediately recognized them as his boyfriend’s, letting out a low chuckle as he rinsed the bowl out and placed it on the drying rack, grabbing the glass he used next.

“Hi, baby,” He greeted, earning a soft hum from George as he hugged tighter.

“Hmmm… hi,” George replied, voice muffled, his cheek pressed against Dream’s back.

“Whatcha up to?” Dream asked, rinsing the soap out of the glass and leaving it to dry as well.

“Nothing. Just wanted a hug.”

“Aww, Georgie,” Dream cooed at him through a giggle, reaching over and drying his hands with the dish towel he’d left on the counter. He turned himself around in George’s arms, smiling down at him and wrapping his arms around George’s shoulders and pulling him close, one hand laying on the back of his head to play with his soft, wavy hair– which had grown slightly longer in the lull between their haircuts. “I love you,” Dream whispered softly. George relaxed into the hug immediately, letting out a content sigh, pulling Dream closer and leaning his head further into his chest. Dream pressed a soft kiss to George’s head before resting his chin on top of it. They stood in comfortable silence for a few moments, before George broke it apprehensively.

“I, uh…” He began, and Dream lifted his head to look down as he hesitantly pulled back from the hug. George kept his hands clasped together behind Dream, leaning back to look up at him, big hands resting on his shoulders as he spoke. “I have… something to show you. If you’re not too busy.”

“Of course!” He nodded, smiling down at George as he took a step back and pulled his hands away, letting the other take the lead. “I’m never too busy for you, Georgie,” Dream reassured, making George let out a small chuckle, his smile growing as he nodded his head in understanding and grabbed Dream’s hand to lead him to his bedroom. He walked slow, his pace careful and delicate, sticking close to Dream even while he was in front of him.

Dream stayed close as well, playfully clinging to him, occasionally tugging his hand to pull him back into him and letting his free hand glide over George’s hip, lower back, shoulder, and upper arm to make sure he always had a hand on him. George smiled at the touches, fighting the urge to melt into it until they got to their destination, even if he flinched and giggled sweetly and batted his hand away when Dream tweaked his side briefly a few times.

They made it to George’s room in no time, George tugging Dream in and closing the door behind them. Dream watched his movements attentively, taking note of the slight pink tint to his cheeks. He pulled Dream over to the bed, having him sit in the middle of it– which Dream did without question, sitting cross legged on top of the plush comforter and fluffy throw blanket George had laying on the bed– before he leaned down to pull Dream into a gentle kiss, one finger gently tilting Dream’s chin up to meet him halfway.

“Hey,” Dream whispered before their mouths connected, his eyes flicking down to George’s lips before they closed, reaching his hands forward to rest on George’s waist. His smile grew as George pulled away, eyes slowly opening to see George’s pretty face just a few inches from him, and George smiled just the same, though much more bashful than Dream.

Then, his hands were being moved, guided by George’s shaky, hesitant fingers on his arms. They led him to the front of George’s sweatpants, where the draw string was loosely tied, ready to be undone with one quick pull. His hands paused where they were, his pinkies slipping gently into the waistband of the pants, between them and George’s boxers, and his thumb and forefinger caught the end of the string as he looked up at George for confirmation.

“This?” Dream continued to whisper, the teasing smile still present on his face– still growing, along with George’s embarrassment. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Mhm,” George agreed with a nod, and the drawstring was undone. He took a step back to pushed the sweatpants down his thighs, letting them fall past his knees, down to his ankles, and then stepping out of them.

Then, Dream gathered what George had actually wanted to show him.

With the loss of George’s sweatpants, the tops of black thigh high socks were revealed– smooth and soft, the dark material a stark contrast to George’s lightly tanned skin, starting just a few inches above his knees even as he adjusted them, tugging them upwards and flattening the hem after removing his pants completely. He was left in only an oversized hoodie that he’d stolen from Dream, his black boxers, and the ever present thigh highs.

George stood up straight, wringing his hands in front of him, nervously fidgeting with his fingers. Dream gave him a soft smile, reaching his arms out to beckon him forward, working past the shyness that was presenting itself very strongly in George’s behavior– as it usually did, in situations like this.

“C’mere,” Dream coaxed quietly, and George took the two steps forward to stand against the end of the bed again, letting Dream rest his hands on the sides of his thighs, on the bare skin between where his boxers ended and the socks began. “You look so pretty, Georgie. You like them?” He asked, and he was given a shy yet enthusiastic nod in response, which he smiled at as he patted George’s thighs gently. “Good. I’m glad you like them, because I really, really, like them. You look… so good, and we are definitely coming back to these again in the future,” Dream continued with a giggle as George let out an embarrassed whine and covered his face with his hands, leaning forward to shove his head into the crook of Dream’s neck to hide further, only making Dream giggle harder and pull George in closer. “Aw, baby.”

“Shhhh…” George shushed, pulling back from Dream’s shoulder but keeping his hands resting there. He looked down at the bed, pausing for a moment, looking as if he was thinking quite hard about his next move, but he seemed to decide on it before Dream got the chance to ask what was on his mind. He carefully climbed on the bed, sitting back on his heels while he adjusted his position.

He ended up with his back against the pillows facing Dream, relaxing back into them as he kept his knees bent in front of him and his feet pressed firmly into the mattress. He bit his bottom lip, looking hesitant again, clearly having something else to show Dream but considering abandoning the whole operation. But, when Dream rested one hand on his knee and rubbed his thumb softly over the material that covered it, George relaxed into the bed completely and made the final push.

George rested his feet in Dream's lap, his ankles crossed as he tried to take up as little space as possible, in case he needed to pull away again if Dream showed any sign of dislike towards the newest addition to George’s display.

This addition, of course, was the padded cat paw prints on the bottom of the thigh highs, pink and plush, settled right on the ball of his foot and over his toes. Dream gasped softly, immediately taking one of George’s ankles in his hand to take a closer look at the paws, his fingers wrapping almost entirely around his ankle and making George whimper and squirm under the attention.

“Oh, baby,” Dream mused, making George whine again as he melted further into the pillows, curling and uncurling his toes a few times. Dream brought his other hand up to hold George’s ankle as well, now able to cup his narrow heel between both of his much larger hands. He rubbed his thumbs over the sole of George’s foot, making him tense up, the sensation amplified due to the soft material. George’s breath caught in his throat, making Dream’s eyes flicker up to his flushed face, a smile gracing his lips before he turned his full attention back to the foot in his hands. “S’this what you wanted to show me?”

“Mm– y-yeah…” George stammered, his breathing shallow and voice strained. He shifted his foot in Dream’s hold, flexing his toes.

“How long have you had this in that head of yours?” Dream asked curiously, brows pulling together as his thumb pressed gently into the bone of George’s ankle.

“Uh– a co- um… A bit…” George stuttered out, staring down at his hands in his lap when Dream looked over at him again. He brought one hand up to his mouth, curling his fingers in front of his lips nervously. “I, uh… I saw- saw them online and just kinda… bought them without thinking, and- and then when they got here I just…” George paused, both boys’ eyes flicking up to meet the others, and George swallowed against the lump in his throat before continuing, unsure how much longer he would be able to focus on speaking clearly with Dream’s warm hands cradling his foot so carefully. “So, it… it took me a little while to… and th- and then I just…” The older boy trailed off, completely lost in Dream’s eyes as they stared, unrelenting, into his own, kind and enamored and wholly in love.

Dream hummed calmly as George faltered, smiling sweetly at him before shifting his position again, turning to face George now. He took both of George’s ankles in his hands, shuffling closer and letting George’s other leg rest over his thighs. George breathed out with the movement, relaxing against the pillows behind him, and Dream kept his other foot still held up in his hands, focused intently on it, barely a few inches from his face. George squirmed under the attention.

Dream’s thumb slid against the inside of his foot, the tip of his fingers dragging down the same spot as well, making the older boy flinch and let out a soft gasp– which immediately caught Dream’s attention.

“What’s that?” He asked, voice gentle, and George couldn’t help the whimper that fell from his mouth at the question. Dream swiped his fingers up the inside of his foot again, making him jerk his leg in a pathetic attempt to pull away. “Is my kitty a little ticklish?”

“N-no…” George replied unconvincingly, well aware they both knew it was a lie. He nervously pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his fingers, waiting for Dream to make his next move. Dream smirked at him, his lips curled evilly but his eyes still nothing but entranced by the sight in front of him, and George still felt like his skin was burning under such an intense gaze.

“Hm…” Dream hummed, testing his theory by trailing his nails lightly over George’s heel, using a slow jellyfish motion. George whined, attempting to subtly twist his foot out of Dream’s hold, but he simply held tighter around his ankle and scratched with more determination. George’s toes curled, his other knee coming up and resting his foot on Dream’s leg, pressing the padded toe beans into his thigh as he squirmed. “I think it tickles, baby.”

“Nohoho…” George denied, though his giggling picked up when Dream’s fingers crawled too close to the arch of his foot. He bit his bottom lip, wrapping his arms around himself and looking down at his lap, making Dream chuckle.

“You’re shy today,” He observed, earning an embarrassed whine from the other boy as he dropped his head back onto the pillows and sunk further into them. “You’re blushing so much. This is really getting to you, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Mmh– Dreheam–“ George giggled, still squirming, making the mistake of glancing up at Dream for no more than a second– but it was long enough for Dream to catch his eyes, and George was nodding and pouting in response to the question before he even realized what was happening, immediately burying his head in his hands once he did.

“Aww, baby…” Dream cooed between his jellyfish movements, and George whined again, more broken and embarrassed than ever before. Dream giggled at him, deciding to let him off easy and not dwell on it too much, wanting to let George feel however he wanted and let go as much as he could manage. “It’s okay. Just relax for me, pretty boy.”

And with that, he immediately scratched his nails over George’s arches, holding his ankle firmly in place and covering as much surface area as possible. George gasped, shooting upwards and slamming his hands down on the bed next to him.

“FUCK–“ George squealed, bringing one hand up to slam it over his mouth and throwing the other forward to try and grab for Dream’s hand. “DRE– ah– Dreheheheam, plehehease–“ He couldn’t quite reach far enough, though, ending up with his hand on his calf and sliding down until he could grip his own thigh, until he felt Dream’s ring and pinkie finger scratch over the inside of his foot, then his pointer and middle finger hit the spot just under the ball of his foot, and he was a goner. “NOHOHO– oh my gohohohohod!”

“Shhhh, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, just relax,” Dream soothed, giggling again when George’s foot twisted in his hold, trying to pull away. George whimpered, collapsing against the pillows again and throwing his head back into them, arching his back and breaking into helpless laughter.

“Fuck– Dreheheheam! Ihihit’s soho– ihihit–“ George attempted to plead, his desperate words blending together with continuous laughter, only broken by small squeaks and gasps for breath.

“I know, baby, I know…” Dream continued softly, nodding along with his words. “You’re okay. It’s okay.” Dream stopped tickling at his arches then, cupping his foot for a moment and squeezing to help him calm back down.

When he heard George let out a shaky breath, he continued, shifting his position. He pushed himself closer, leaning in and resting George’s ankle on his shoulder, smiling warmly at the other man when he looked at him with a confused expression. His questions were answered, though, when Dream began to rake his nails up and down George’s calf, the featherlight touch quickly turning unbearable over the thin material covering his legs. Remarkably, though, he melted into the touch, and his squirming stayed at a minimum, only shaky legs and involuntary twitches making their way through.

“You’re staying so still for me,” Dream began, chuckling at the small squeak he received when his nails scratched a little too close to George’s knee. “I know how hard this must be for you, sweet boy. You’ve always been so sensitive to this kind of thing.”

“Mm– Dreheheheeammm…” George whined through the steady stream of giggles that escaped his lips, curling his fingers over the sleeves of his hoodie and pressing his thumbs into his closed eyes. He let out a gasp when he felt Dream’s hands move upwards, one holding the back of his calf to keep it in place and the other moving to repeat the jellyfish motion over the top of his knee. “AH– nahaha!” George squealed, his leg jerking away from the cruel nails and his hands jumping down to hit and grab at the blankets underneath him.

“It’s okay,” Dream comforted, and then immediately went against his word as he scratched at the back of George’s knees, his hands attacking both legs now and making George kick his free leg out and tighten his trapped one, pulling Dream in closer.

“DREHEAM, plehehehease!” George pleaded through his giggles, squeezing his eyes shut and whining, until he felt his entire body jolt as Dream’s nails migrated to his thighs, scratching up and down the backs of them and making his laughter go even higher. “Oh myhyhy gohohohod, nohohoho! Nohoho, Dreheam, I cahahahan’t–“

“Shh, I know. I know, baby, you’re okay.” Dream began tracing circles over the back of George’s thigh, gently taking his other ankle and pulling it up onto his shoulder as well so he could mirror the action on both of George’s thighs. George whined desperately, his hips squirming against the bed uselessly as he pushed himself closer to Dream out of pure instinct. Dream smiled at him, sliding his palms up George’s legs until they reached his hips, and he pulled him the rest of the way in. “There we go. Is that better, kitty?”

“Mm–“ George whimpered, settling his hips back down on the bed between Dream’s legs and resting his hands on his knees. He hummed, content, and nodded at Dream’s question.

“Yeah? Good.” Dream delivered one gentle squeeze to George’s hips before moving his hands back up, rubbing gently over George’s thighs, slipping under the legs of his boxers before resuming his tracing on George’s inner thighs, right at the top seam of the thigh highs. George’s giggles picked up immediately, much more desperate and panicked than ever before, and Dream couldn’t help but comment on it. “This must be so hard for you, baby.”

“Fuhuhuck–“ George groaned out through his laughter, one hand squeezing the material of Dream’s pajama pants and the other moving to hide part of his face, as much as he could cover with one palm and spread fingers.

“Mhmm. You’re so ticklish here, aren’t you, my kitten?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup…” George protested weakly, lightly punching Dream’s knee in futile attempts to get him to stop teasing.

“You’re doing so well, though. Such a good kitten,” Dream mused, completely enamored with the man in front of him, making him whine and squeeze his eyes shut, meeting into Dreams touch even further. His legs tightened again, one ankle turning to push on Dream’s shoulder again, and Dream giggled and leaned down to kiss him, practically bending the smaller boy in half as their lips connected in a sweet, gentle kiss. Dream hummed into the kiss, drinking it in, almost melting more than George before he pulled away to steady himself– he wasn’t finished yet, he had plenty more worshiping to do first. Instead, he smiled, and spoke again. “My perfect little kitten…”

“Oh, Dreheam…” George whispered, his eyes glassy, and Dream pressed a soft kiss to his cheekbone just under his eye before he sat up again, now letting George’s knees hang over his shoulders. “You can’t– you… you can’t just say thahat…”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I’ve got a lot more where that came from,” Dream replied, a smug smile on his lips, placing a kiss on George’s left knee next to him. This pulled another breathy giggle from George, and Dream glanced up at him fondly, repeating the action a few more times and getting a new string of giggles each time. “Does this tickle too, sweetheart?”

“Uh– ah! A-A little…” George mumbled, shy again, his toes flexing and curling against the plush pads resting on top of them.

“Hmm, yeah?” Another kiss. “A little?” Dream kept the teasing lilt to his voice, kissing up George’s inner thigh instead, one hand coming up to hold his leg steady where it rested on his shoulder. George squeaked, throwing an arm over his face and falling into helpless, bright laughter at the sensation. “More than a little, I see.”

“Ahahaha! Dreheheheam!” George’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky, his leg jumping and tensing in Dream’s hold as he continued to place dramatic kisses all over the inner part of his thigh, squirming against his boyfriend’s body and grabbing for anything he could. “Stohohop!”

“I can’t stop! You’re being so cute, I just have to kiss you!” Dream teased, giggling at the way George shook his head when he did so. “This really tickles that bad?” Dream asked, voice genuine, albeit still teasy, and George nodded his head quickly.

“Ihihihit’s–! Yohou- ihihit’s yohohour stupihid beheard!” George whined, and Dream mentally kicked himself for not realizing sooner.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, his smile returning. “Oh my god, Georgie, I didn’t even notice! But that’s even better!” Dream said with excitement, rubbing his stubble against George’s inner thigh and making him flinch and squirm all over again.

“Nohoho, ihihit’s nohot– AH! Nahahaha!” George squealed at the new feeling, his poor thigh trembling in Dream’s evil grip, practically begging to be let go– even if it was against George’s own wishes. “Dreheheam, c’mohohohonnn…” He whined, his ankles twisting and toes curling uselessly, legs kicking out behind Dream’s back before curling back in and pressing into his shoulders.

“Okay, okay, fine, I won’t do that anymore,” Dream relented, squeezing George’s ankle comfortingly and pulling back to let him catch his breath. Then, Dream continued with his gentle kisses, pressing his lips against George’s leg repeatedly, trailing down over his thigh, his knee, his calf, even to the bones of his ankle as he moved George’s leg along with his mouth, resting his heel on his shoulder while his other leg stayed draped over his back.

George’s giggles continued softly, no doubt still tickled by the scratches of stubble and ghosting of lips over the soft material of the thigh highs, but he still kept himself mostly composed– although, Dream wasn’t convinced he was actually composed, so much as completely lax and melted by the atmosphere of the situation.

“I love how relaxed you are,” Dream commented, tracing circles over the outer bone of George’s ankle with his thumb, making George hum and swallow against the lump in his throat. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you know how much I adore seeing you get hysterical. Or bratty.” George scoffed at this, rolling his eyes, but the smile on his face grew nonetheless. “But this is nice. I’m tickling you to pieces, and you’re just letting me, you’re just calm. It’s sweet.”

“Shut uhup…” George whined, pouting at Dream, making them both break out into happy giggles, Dream instinctively leaning down towards George to pull him in closer.

“You’re cute,” He finished, wrapping his whole hand around George’s ankle and lifting it off his shoulder. George scoffed again, letting out a sudden gasp when he felt Dream's lips ghost against the sole of his foot.

“No! Nohoho, no, nonono!” George whimpered, twisting his ankle and trying to free it from Dream’s tight grip. “Dreheam, nohohoho!”

“Shhh, it’s okay, kitty. It’s okay,” Dream soothed, voice soft, pressing soft kisses up and down the center of George’s foot.

“Noho, Dreheheam, plehehehease! Ahaha– plehehease!” He continued to plead, reaching forward to grab at Dream’s legs again, completely lost in his giggly laughter. Dream chuckled along with him, reaching his free hand forward to grab one of George’s, lacing their fingers together and squeezing comfortingly, letting George hold his hand as tight as he needed to expel the excess feelings he couldn’t get out through laughter and squirming. Dream decided to push further, letting out a playful growl and baring his teeth, nibbling incessantly on George’s arches and making him squeal in both delight and terror. “NAHAHA! Nohohoho, whyhyhy! Ihihit’s nohot fahahahair! It’s not fahahair, plehehease!”

“It is fair, baby, this is what you wanted!” Dream teased, earning a drawn out whine from his boyfriend, making him laugh happily once again, holding George’s narrow foot close to his lips so he could continue his nibbling for as long as he wanted. George’s whiny giggles continued, his hips squirming against the bed, his hand squeezing Dream’s fingers between his, his thighs shaking and feet attempting to kick. Soon enough, Dream felt something press into his cheek, and he pulled back for a moment to realize it was the plush pink pads of the paws that rested under George’s foot, his toes curled in to push just barely against his face. He smiled, watching George’s face as he blushed, whined, giggled his head off, did everything under the sun that wasn't looking back at Dream, and he could tell almost instantly that George wasn’t doing it intentionally– he probably didn’t realize he was doing it at all.

Until he did.

“Oh, do your little toe beans want attention too?” Dream teased, pushing in more, leaving George’s knee bent almost to his chest, his entire body folded in half under Dream’s body. He immediately whined and shook his head, curling his toes against the padding and throwing his free arm over his face once more. He gripped Dream’s hand tighter, pulling him closer, despite his embarrassment. “Aw, sweet boy, it’s okay. We can definitely make that happen.”

“Noho!” George squealed, tensing and whimpering when Dream’s hand grabbed around the middle of his foot. “Noho, Dreheheam, I cahan’t– I can’t take it, plehehease–“

“You can, baby, you can, it’s okay,” Dream soothed, rubbing his palm up and down George’s leg to calm him, grabbing his foot again. “You’re strong, aren’t you? My strong boy?” George couldn’t help but whimper and nod in response, and Dream smiles sweetly down at him. “Yeah, you are. You’re my good kitten. I know you can do it.”

“Mmh– Dream–“ George said with a pout, cut off by a sudden onslaught of laughter as Dream began nibbling on his toes. “AH– Dreheheheam! Oh my gohohohohod!” George squeaked, high pitched and frantic, arching his back off the bed and throwing his arm out to grab the sheets, squeezing them and Dream’s fingers equally as tightly, before falling into more helpless squirming. “Oh– GOHOHOD, Dreheheam, stohohop! Stop, stohohohop, STOHOP! Plehehehease!”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna stop,” Dream reassured, barely pausing his nibbles to speak, even as George was lost in floaty hysterics underneath him. “I'm gonna stop, it’s alright, just relax, don’t worry.”

“Plehehease, please, plehehehease! Dreheheam, I cahahahan’t!” George begged, sounding utterly hopeless, and Dream could tell he was being genuine– thought, he didn’t need to do much with that observation, as George tugged him closer with the leg around his shoulders, pulling him fully in and throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Dreheheam– ah–! C’mohohon–“

“Okay, honey, okay,” Dream said through giggles, nodding along with George’s pleads, resting one hand flat on George’s tummy and rubbing gently over his hoodie, and using the other to card gently through his hair. “It’s okay, kitty, it’s alright. We’re done now, okay? You’re okay.”

“Mm–“ George whimpered, nodding, letting his hands slip down to fall onto the bed next to him, as if he was completely exhausted and holding them up was more effort than his body had left. Dream laughed at that, knowing it was an insane exaggeration, but humoring George anyway, placing both hands on George’s waist and rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the hoodie instead. He used his free hand to move George’s legs off his shoulders, letting them rest around his waist over his thighs instead, then leaned in to give George a long awaited kiss before speaking again.

“You okay?” He asked, slightly patronizing, but grinning wildly. George hummed and nodded, the smile on his face seeming permanently etched into his skin. “You liked that?” He asked, earning another nod, more eager this time. “Tired now, baby?” George nodded once more, frantically now, working up the strength to throw his arms around Dream’s neck one more time, making the other man break out into fond laughter. “Alright, baby, one second.”

Dream pressed another kiss to George’s forehead, moving them both around so he could lay next to George, pulling him in by his waist and taking his hands. He kissed the backs of George’s knuckles softly, scooting in close, and kissed him more– his forehead, then cheeks, then the tip of his nose, finally reaching his lips, where he stayed for a few moments, the two of them breaking apart and coming back together several times before finally pulling back.

“You did so good,” Dream praised, making George whine and shove his head in the pillow below him.

“Shut up,” He complained, muffled by the fabric, but Dream just laughed and hugged him tighter.

“I’m serious. You're such a good kitty, baby. My perfect kitten.” He kept his voice low, soothing, and he could already feel the way George’s body relaxed at the words.

“Hmm…” He hummed, curling himself into Dream’s chest and smiling. “Thank you.”

“Of course, my sweet boy,” Dream finished, kissing George’s head one last time before they fell into comfortable silence, only broken about ten minutes later by George’s even breathing, signaling that he’d fallen asleep at some point in that time.

Dream chuckled, closing his eyes as well, hugging George a little bit tighter as he followed suit soon after.

And, as he’d said in the beginning, they were totally, definitely, 100% coming back to the thigh highs very, very soon. He would make sure of it.

#i hope everyone enjoys this oneeeee #i was pretty nervous to post this bc of the Everything about it but #summer and mushie both seemed to really enjoy it so i’m feeling a little better now #i do love kitty george so much tho. he is so special to me. that’s my baby kitten :( #lee!george #ler!dream #cals writing #fav

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So uhhh COD tk head cannons cus COD tickles like almost do not exist makes me very sad

COD Tickle Headcanons pt.1

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG SORRIIIIII

The characters mentioned here:

Ghost

Soap

Roach

Price

Gaz

Alejandro

ANYWAYS HCS UNDER THE CUT!!

Ghost

In summary, I declare him as a ler-leaning switch!

He knows about tickles, and he wants nothing to do with it.

Joining 141 helped him gain a slight understanding of friendly and playful affection from his teammates, so if Ghost has any questions about tickles… He'll ask his teammates if he's confident.

I'd say he has a switch sorta thing going on. At some point, he'll be ticklish, and sometimes he'll not.

He probably has a ticklish tummy… Maybe ticklish calves… Hfhhf...

Ghost is probably a blusher, being quiet, but his other teammates can clearly see that he's blushing and MAYBE enjoying it? Hmmm..

He usually gets tickled by Soap, maybe Price or Gaz every once in a while... But obviously, he gets them back, cause karma /j

He's not the one to tease verbally, but mostly physically. To elaborate, he would pause his tickles, waiting for the lee to think it's over, but then he goes BACK into it.

Every once in a while Ghost would chuckle along with the lee, just quietly.

"Pfft, weak. You're ticklish."

"I wonder how the others will be like if they found out about this little weakness."

Soap

Being the little guy I am, I can consider this guy as a lee-leaning switch!

Soap is pretty much an arse about tickles, and would try to tickle anyone he could (at appropriate times obviously)

Being the guy that always tickles Ghost, let's say that 141 had learned a lot about this Scottish guy.

For example, he is VERY ticklish behind his ears and on his nape (back of the neck)...

And MAYBEEE his sides... Hfhfhg he has squishy sides and I just wanna squeeze em

He's the sort of guy to squeal and squirm around right before someone tickles him. Anticipation gets to him badly /pos.

If Ghost were to SIMPLY put his hand down next to Soap's side, Soap's thoughts would go straight to tickles and just blow up inside as he slowly shifts.

But about his little ler side, he's really teasy. Making those damn remarks..

"Aww, let's see that smile a lil' more."

"Can't handle more eh? You can handle a bit mor'a tickling."

Roach (I CANT FIND ANY GIFS OF THIS GUY ONG)

Lee. He's a lee and I'm not fighting anyone about it. Maybe even a BRATTY LEE?? /pos

Ok ok, he has his regulations. He's not the full-on twink lee guy, but he definitely has his times where he would probably crave physical affection every once in a while.

And with that, Ghost could only comfort the man with such.

In my opinion, Roach isn't ticklish in common places... Usually, his weak spots are his forearms, palms, calves, and maybe his ankles. Though he's slightly more ticklish on his ribs or armpits.

If he's in a lee mood, there will only be 2 options and only 2.

Option 1: He'll be confident and ask Ghost privately for some light tickles.

Option 2: He'll be annoying yet respectful as much as he can be. Clinging onto his bud until Ghost realizes.

And when he does get tickled? Ha, it's adorable.

Quiet squeals, and yet he doesn't squirm. Surprisingly, he stays really still.

"You can't find my spots, nuh uh."

"If you're going to attempt for it, I'll tell on you." /j

Price

Haha papa bear. (He's a ler and he ain't afraid.)

NO SERIOUSLY IF HE EVER GETS THE CHANCE TO TICKLE YOU RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!

He knows all your right spots,, oh shit.

However, he's not a bad person, so he'll not exploit it too much. Only in... Necessary situations.

Example? OH! Like when you're sad, or when you miss home... Or when you need a little boost in life! Price is there to help ya with some tickles!

And sometimes, if he's really close to you/willing... He'll let you tickle him for a little bit. (Though run after your part cause he WILL GET YOU! >:D)

Usually a bit ticklish on his armpits and tummy. Just poking those spots could let out a fatherly warm chuckle outta him.

Now the best part, teases.

"C'mon now plum, you can't be sad all day y'know?"

"Let me know when I hit a good one! How about here...? *proceeds to tickle you in your worst spot /pos*"

Gaz

He's a crackhead, little switch.

Gaz loves being tickled as much as he loves tickling others. Though, this guy only tickles the people he's close with. (141, and sometimes family members /p)

VERY PLAYFUL AND TEASY I WILL TELL YOU THAT!

Both Soap and him work together to bring the magic of tickles throughout 141! But obviously, they get their asses tickled after a while since it's fair.

He's the sorta guy to tell you all his tickle spots, then forget about it, and then when you tickle him, he goes insane and demands to know how you found his worst spots!

Pretty ticklish on his calves. And also his ribs and neck,, AND EVEN HIS CHEEKS HHFHF!!

He has the prettiest smile, and Price just wants to see his bud smiling all the time, so tickles it is.

"GAHAHA!! COME ON NOW--! HOW COME YOU KNEHEHW?!"

"I sw- I swear if you tell anyone about my spots I'll get back at ya."

"Aww~ Cat got your tounge?"

Alejandro

Bro is afraid of being a lee. /j (He's actually a lee-leaning switch shh..)

A guy like him?? TICKLISH??? PFFTT..

Ticklish. He's so damn ticklish.

Sides, hips, stomach, armpits, ribs... This guy was molded in ticklish heaven.

But he WILL threaten you (/lh) if you tell anyone about his lil secret. But sometimes he'll let it slide... Or that is what you think.

Sometimes you'll thing he forgot about the incident, but oh no... He comes back alright.

He has a bad start at first, but once he's confident he'll really dig into your weakness as much as you did with his.

Obviously in a friendly way, but he takes it as a serious way to simply frighten his lee cause he apperently finds that funny.

THE GOD OF NIBBLES AND RASPBERRIES OH MY--

"Ah there you go. Not so fun when it's you being tickled, hm?"

"You're laughing too much, you might wake up the others, amigo!"

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IM SO SORRY I GOT TO IT ONLY NOW!! I ONLY SAW IT JUST NOW AND LIKE OMGGG IM SO SORRYYYYY!! :<<

#tickle #sfw tickles #sfw tickle community #cod #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod tickle #cod tickles #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #deaky's lil writings #deaky's inbox has been awaken!

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wsg chat i wrote a lightbrush tkl fic :]

idk where else i can rlly post this so i guess itll just be here lol

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Happy Little Accident

(title suggested by @giggleeqween)

post s3/2 ii tickle fic

lee: lightbulb

ler: paintbrush

summary: lightbulb accidentally gets a ton of paint on herself, and paintbrush helps her wash it off- leading to some unintentional tiggles

word count: 807

Paintbrush closed the lid on a can of paint and shoved it into their arms with the other ones they were holding. They had just finished a painting session with Lightbulb in the hotel’s art room and the two of them were cleaning things up now. “Here take these and I’ll get the rest of them.”

“Alrighty” Lightbulb held her arms out as Paintbrush handed her the paint cans. They grabbed the rest of them and they both started walking to the other side of the room to put them up.

“You got all those?” Paintbrush asked, noticing how Lightbulb was struggling a bit to keep all the cans in her arms.

“Mhm” Lightbulb nodded, trying to focus on keeping them balanced. She suddenly slipped on a stray piece of paper on the ground, letting out a startled yelp as she fell forward. The cans clanged loudly against the ground, busting open and quickly covering the floor in paint.

“Oh shit-!” Paintbrush swiftly but carefully set down the cans they were holding and helped Lightbulb up. “Are you okay?”

Lightbulb stumbled to her feet. “..Uh- y-yeah, I’m alright.” She rubbed her arm, which was a bit sore from the fall. A bit of paint smeared onto her hand, and she realized she was covered in it.

“...Omga”

“..Yeesh, uh- here- lemme clean the cans real quick and we’ll get you washed up.” Paintbrush quickly explained, putting the lids back on the paint cans and setting them upright on the ground. They ran over to the counter and grabbed a few paper towels, tossing them onto the spilled paint as an extremely temporary ‘fix’. Meanwhile Lightbulb stood there awkwardly with her arms half-raised and away from her body, the cold paint feeling very uncomfortable.

“Okay okay c’mere” Paintbrush brought Lightbulb over to the counter and opened the cabinets. They grabbed a small bucket and filled it with soap and water, taking out a scrub brush and dipping it into the bucket. “Gonna have to scrub that off- bear with me here this is gonna take a little bit.”

Lightbulb gave a small hum in response, letting Paintbrush hold her arm and begin gently washing the paint off. It felt a bit tingly, but she didn’t pay it much mind. That is until the brush moved up to her wrist and hand. A wobbly smile started forming on her face as the tickly feeling became more apparent. She snickered a bit, which Paintbrush picked up on. “Oh yeah I forgot you’re ticklish, uh.. that- that’s probably gonna make this a bit difficult..”

“..Oh, hm..” Lightbulb mumbled, tensing up a little as Paintbrush continued. She honestly didn’t mind it much, it was just a bit unexpected. Paintbrush got the rest of the paint off her arm and dried it with a paper towel, repeating the process on the other arm. Lightbulb shivered as the brush was moved to her neck. She did the stupid t-rex arm thing and tried to hold in her laughter.

Paintbrush smiled at her, finding her reactions cute. They gently dried the area with the paper towel and moved the brush down to her torso. They barely even touched it before Lightbulb flinched and recoiled back, curling in on herself. The two stared at each other for a moment, Lightbulb’s face turning red.

“..So uh.. maybe, uh- maybe we should do this some other way. ??” She suggested, smiling awkwardly.

Paintbrush raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. “C’mon Lighty we gotta get this done.” They tried to keep scrubbing the paint off but were met with the same reaction. They laughed in amusement. “Does it really tickle that much?”

“Yes!” Lightbulb was laughing with them.

“Hm… okay hang on I’ll try to make this quick.” Paintbrush pulled Lightbulb into their arms with her back against them.

“WaitwaitwAIT PAINTY-!!” Lightbulb squeaked and fell into hysterical laughter, flailing around as Paintbrush quickly scrubbed the brush on her torso. “Sorry- try to stay still!”

“I CAN’T!!” Lightbulb tried her best to stop moving so much, but it wasn’t working. She wouldn’t even be able to stand if Paintbrush hadn’t been holding her up.

“Okay okay hold on I’m just about done.” Paintbrush finished washing the paint off and set the brush back on the counter. They let go of her and let her recollect herself. Lightbulb flopped onto her back on the ground, taking her time to catch her breath. Paintbrush gently pat her head. “You good?”

Lightbulb gave a thumbs up in response. Paintbrush smiled at her. They grabbed another paper towel from the counter and handed it to Lightbulb. “You might wanna just do that yourself”

“Yeah probably” Lightbulb sat up and dried the soap and water off. Paintbrush grabbed her hand and helped her up after a minute. “Alright now help me clean up the floor.”

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ALSO I MADE SOME ART FOR IT :3

ty for reading!

#sfw tkl community #ii tickles #osc tickles #lee!lightbulb #ler!paintbrush #tickle fic #tickle art #tickles

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⠀🦇 ⠀|⠀SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

✧ ˚ ࿔ LEE :

- surprisingly welcome to touch and affection from people he loves, which makes him a semi-easy target.

- doesn’t deny his ticklishness, but he doesn’t tell the whole truth either. if someone asks he tells them “no, not really” and leaves it at that, and that’s usually enough to make people back off.

- he genuinely didn’t remember how ticklish he was until he met Soap. the last time he got that kind of attention was as a child, and that was a long time ago.

- however, once you get the chance (and you know where to look), he’s actually got a lot of ticklish spots.

- generally, Ghost isn’t all that ticklish: the most common spots like his sides and stomach will only get huffs and chuckles at best.

- but there are a certain few spots that will make him fold like a cheap lawn chair, including his lower back, thighs, and armpits.

- Ghost’s laugh changes depending on the situation he’s in. gentle tickling gets those huffs and chuckles, along with the occasional giggle, but rough tickling on the right spots can get this guy howling.

- one of his odd spots is along his jaw and just under his chin. since he has a mask on most of the time no one really gets a chance to try there, but chin scratches are a surefire way to get him to relax and soften up a bit especially after a long mission.

- Ghost isn’t too easily flustered: most teases don’t have much of an effect. but if you want to make him blush a genuine compliment is the way to go, especially about his smile. telling him that he has the cutest smile will make him turn into a puddle.

- another thing that makes him flustered is giving special attention to spots he’s insecure about. being a big dude with a lot of muscle he’s got some squish to him, and someone laying with him and gently tracing their hands along his stomach has him completely lost on what to do or say. he’ll just get all red and look away.

✧ ˚ ࿔ LER :

- no matter how cute a lee he is, the moment Ghost goes on the offensive it’s time to run.

- this man is a menace to lee society. he harbours revenge like an incubator of vengeance, and if you’ve got one up on him you won’t for long. he’ll find a way to get you back.

- he’s a believer in anticipation. he knows the longer he lets his lee fester the more worked up they’ll be, which makes their eventual downfall at his hands all the more satisfying. and he’s patient. military life has given him the blessing of being able to wait it out, and you’d best believe he uses that to his advantage.

- he’s built up Soap on anticipation for literal days, to the point that Soap practically barged into his office and begged him to just get it over with.

- Ghost is also big on the chase. it adds more anticipation to the eventual attack, and he loves it. he also likes to hear his lee giggling as they run before he’s even touched them.

- once he catches you though, it’s so over. he’s strong and he knows it, so as gentle as he reminds himself to be there’s no way you’re getting out of his grasp unless he wants you to. he always leaves a little wiggle room, but when he’s got you he’s got you.

- generally he focuses on gentler tickling, and instead of getting his lee worked up from laughing he teases the fuck out of them. and god damn it he’s good at it.

- “poor darling. you’re not going anywhere, are you?”

- he also has no issue saying the t-word and will do it repeatedly if he knows it makes his lee embarrassed, just to see them blush.

- essentially he’s a big meanie pants (literally the softest guy, i love him)

#batfeathers #vamphcs #when i tell you i adore him i mean it #lee!ghost #ler!ghost #cod tickle #call of duty tickle #ler!soap implied #lee!soap also implied #should i do soap next

[littleleesblog]

GUYS !! SOAP JUST TOLD ME THAT SHE WANTS EVERY LER HERE TO TICKLE HER ALL AT ONCE !!! WHOS IN ? 😱😱🤯

NO I DID NOT ZEE!!! 0///0

😳🏃‍♀️

#lee #ticklee #tickle content #tword community #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #ask soap

[charliewhaw]

Hi! I saw your talent show post and was wondering if you think everyone would do something other than instruments. What kind of things would they do?

(  Funny things, that’s for sure. >:) ) (( Post edited and contributed to by balloondrifloon ))

Charlie’s act would be a stage play. Just like the one that she made Angel and Sir Pentious put on. It wouldn’t be a one-man play either: She wouldn’t have thought that far ahead to realize it would be only her acting in the play. So she ends up running back and forth, throwing on costumes and tearing them off as the ‘characters’ speak to each other. By the end of it, Vaggie has to drag her off stage and fan her down while she sips on cool water.

Vaggie couldn’t help with Charlie’s play because she was up next. She had to be fully prepared for her act. She would drag out a target dummy and set it in the center of the stage. Fighting. Her act was showing off her kicks and punches. “BOO!” Lute would probably yell from the audience. Vaggie would try to ignore her, but the booing would continue, egged on by Adam “Tell her, danger tits!” Vaggie would finally stop and glare at the two. Adam would mock her, saying, “Stop fighting a fucking doll and fight a real woman, Vaggiesaurus!” Lute would then join Vaggie on stage and the two would begin fighting. Really fighting. Lute would hone in on brute force while Vaggie would show off her agility. The fight would spill off stage and Husk would be ushered up.

Husk would be about as unamused as one could get. He’d pull out a deck of cards from his card holster and start unenthusiastically showing off the laziest magic tricks he could muster. He’d barely bother to hide the trick to them. It would be obvious he knew how to do much cooler and more exciting tricks, but he wouldn’t bother showing any of those. Vaggie would fly back on stage, immediately followed by Lute, who would knock Husk off in her haste. That would be the end of Husk’s performance. If you could even call it that.

Niffty would put on a puppet show. With roach corpses. It would earn several disgusted faces, but before anyone could boo her, God would lower his hand to silence them all. Sera would later inform them that God really enjoyed soap operas. No matter what play Niffty chose to put on, it was always named after a real play. Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Phantom of the Opera, it didn’t matter. None of her plays followed the script. They were all fanfictions of the original plays, featuring ‘bad boys and stabbing’.

Sir Pentious didn’t make it. He got lost.

God was the judge, and no one catered to their audience better than a radio host– okay, except maybe a television host. Either way, Alastor would stand on stage telling pun after pun about God and Heaven. “Did you hear about the priest who opened a bakery? No? He specialized in angel food cakes! Hahaha!” “What kind of car does Jesus drive? A Christ-ler! Ahaha!” “Did you hear about the rebellious angel? He got in trouble for trying to wing it!” That last one would make Lucifer uncomfortable. God would find these dad jokes quite funny. He’s a dad after all.

“Come on, Frank!” An eggboi would call out. “I dunno Frank, I think I might have stage fright!” The eggboi who was just called Frank would reply to another eggboi, who was also called Frank. The two eggbois looked at another eggboi, “Are you nervous too, Frank?” Cherri Bomb would be watching them since Sir Pentious wasn’t there, and she would be making strange faces at them all calling each other Frank. “Well, fuck. Do you guys not have your own names?” Frank, Frank, and Frank would shrug. “Eggbois, you’re up next!” Angel would usher them on stage and they’d rush out chanting “oop oop oop oop oop!” Their act would consist of Frank wearing a tiara and attempting ballet while Frank and Frank danced around him, throwing dandelions.

Carmilla and her daughters’s act would follow. They would enter the stage with a confused and slightly judgemental expression as the eggbois stumbled off stage, rolling around on the floor below. One Frank would look up and say hello to 'Camaro Carfight’. The women would proceed to perform real ballet. Their performance was lovely.

Cherri would set up a big easel, jump off stage, tell everyone to stand back, then throw a bomb at the easel. Paint would splatter everywhere. It even got in Vox’s underwear somehow. But at least the easel would be covered in a unique pattern of colors!

Sera would recite old, old poetry. “Mon in the mone stond and strit; On his botforke his burthen he bereth.” Absolutely no one would understand what she was saying, except for Zestial who could be found in the front row and clapping ecstatically at her performance, “Exquisite performance! Encore!”

Zestial’s own performance would be similar to Sera’s. Only he would be reciting what he considered ‘modern-day works’. Which was Shakespeare. “Alas poor Yorick! I knew him well!” Zestial would say, holding a demon’s skull.

Emily would put on a sock puppet show, with handmade puppets and backdrops. Her stories were very much like Charlie’s, only Charlie’s at least had some conflict. Emily’s were 100% genuine happiness and nothing else. Niffty would take Emily’s performance as an act of rivalry and go after the angel with her sewing needle. “There’s only room for one puppet show on this stage!” She’d exclaim, as she chased a frantic Emily around the theatre.

Vox would play Megalovania on a calculator.

Velvette would put on a mini fashion show, forcing Vox and Valentino to model for her. It would be interrupted by Emily and Niffty as they raced across the stage. “Sorry!” Emily would yell as she knocked over Vox. Valentino would screech like a child when Niffty ran past him, her manic eye briefly looking up at him with a depraved smile that made even his skin crawl.

Once Niffty was placed on Alastor’s head, distracted by his soft ears, Valentino would attempt to do a strip tease to “I’m a Barbie Girl”. It would start fine, but quickly dissolve into debauchery. Everyone would shut him down, booing, and he’d get banned from the talent show, any future talent shows, and any associated works.

Adam would be more than delighted to take this opportunity to show off his crazy sick guitar skills. He’d fly around and do an aerial show while he was at it.

Turns out Lute’s act was fighting, just like Vaggie’s. But they were still busy fighting in the corner, so God skipped over Lute.

“And that dickweed forgot to turn his screen brightness down while in the theater!” Katie Killjoy would point at Vox-- who would flush from embarrassment before turning down his screen-- then she'd proceed to roast everyone in the room, including God.

Turns out Tom Trench is armed to the teeth: He’d show off all his pocket knives that he keeps hidden on his person throughout the day. He named his favorite one Lawrence.

Mimzy would take on an extravagant dance, only for Niffty to chase Emily back on stage, knocking Mimzy over. Mimzy would end up falling through the stage floor, leaving a big hole.

Rosie would be next. She’d dance around the hole in the stage, ignoring Mimzy’s calls for help, as she happily cooked a thigh, treating the talent show like her own personal cooking show.

Susan… Susan just complained. “Why is it so dark in here?! Where are all the stagehands?! What time is it? I’m missing my shows!”

Razzle and Dazzle would perform a duo juggling act.

Lucifer would go through all 2,387 of his rubber ducks, stating their names, their specialties (like breathing fire or walking over maple syrup puddles specifically), and what type of duck they were based on.

Once everyone finished their acts, God would then judge and decide a winner. The winner was the eggbois! Carmilla is befuddled and leaves without attending the after-party. Alastor is angry because he’s convinced he should have won. His jokes were hilarious. Vox is pissed and kicks a trash can.

Once everyone leaves, Lucifer pulls God aside to show him the new duck he’s been working on. It’s a platypus. God loves it.

……

Sir Pentious looks around the mountaintop he’d found himself on, “What? Where am I?!”

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[dreamingticklee]

A Little TLC ~ Squealing Santa 2022 ~

Ho ho ho! Hi @silviesilviesilvie it’s me, Santa!! Oh dearest friend, I very much enjoyed bouncing around your prompts and creating this for you and I hope you enjoy your gift and have a very merry christmas and a wonderful new year! <3 Biggest thanks and applause to @hypahticklish for hosting, your hard work has not gone unnoticed and I appreciate you! @squealing-santa

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Lee!Ed, Ler!Stede

Words: 2.5k

It was a relaxing evening at sea, golden sunlight gently caressing the water, creating a dancing glimmer on the surface. Ed's eyes sparkled in the reflecting light as a calm ocean breeze played with his hair, combing through it like a comforting hand. In his zen-like state, Ed took in a deep breath and stretched back with his arms reaching to the sky. He wouldn't admit it out loud (he's fucking Blackbeard) but here in this moment, he felt truly happy.

"How's it feeling, Ed?" Stede's voice cut in.

Ed, still stretching, turned his head toward Stede. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Had he been caught basking in the moment?

"Your stab wound." Stede moved his arm to point at the exposed area of skin below the hem of Ed's leather jacket.

Ed quickly brought his arms down from their stretch as he looked down at the scabbed mark on the left side of his stomach. It had been about a week since Ed had performed his signature maneuver to "avoid all the important bits" in a raid against a Spanish ship.

"Oh, it's fine."

"Hmm…mind if I take a closer look?"

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

Stede started to slowly bend down until he was at eye level with Ed's middle and gingerly placed a hand on the side of Ed's hip.

Ed froze. Something about Stede's hand at his side and the way Stede's face was so close to such a vulnerable part of him felt so…intimate? Stede's focused eye contact was making his skin tingle under the surface.

Suddenly, Stede stood back up straight and looked into Ed's eyes.

"It's looking a wee bit red still. Does it hurt at all?"

It took Ed a second to snap his brain back into focus.

"Oh, uh…I don't know. It's fine, Stede."

"Would you mind if I cleaned it a bit for you? Don't want it to get any more infected." Stede's voice was so calm and full of care, Ed couldn't help but agree to letting him.

"Sure, if you want to."

________

Down in the captain's quarters, Ed was laying on the couch, with Stede kneeling at his side, and Ed was trying his best to be nonchalant about being asked to pull up his shirt. But he would be lying if he said the action of doing it under Stede's watching eyes didn't make him blush.

Stede had a soft piece of fabric to use as a rag and a small bowl of water, in which he mixed in some lavender soap (he knew it was Ed's favorite.) He dipped a portion of the cloth into the soapy water.

"Ready? Let me know if it stings at all, but it should just take a moment."

"Aye aye, Captain."

Stede huffed a laugh and tenderly brought the wet cloth to Ed's skin.

Oh, Ed thought, that feels…nice.

Stede, ever so careful, dabbed the fabric along Ed's healing wound. He was trying his hardest to not hurt Ed at all, but when he took at quick look at Ed's face, he could see that Ed looked relaxed, and Stede let out a quiet breath he didn't know he was holding. The fact that Ed was willingly letting him care for him like this and, seeming to enjoy it, made his heart swell.

As Stede continued his cleaning, they made soft conversation, and once Stede had felt he had sufficiently cleaned the area, he grabbed another cloth to then begin to dab it dry.

"There," Stede smiled, "all clean." He set down the cloth and gently brought his hand back down, letting his thumb take a few soft swipes on the skin around the wound to ensure that he had dried it properly.

And Ed jumped with a gasp.

Stede quickly stopped and pulled his hand away.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Ed stammered a bit. "Uh, um…no Stede, uh…no, you didn't." Ed cleared his throat.

A look of doubtful confusion graced Stede's face. "Ed, are you sure? Your reaction seemed like I had hurt you…"

Ed signed before admitting, "It wasn't pain, Stede…," his blush from earlier creeping back onto his cheeks.

"Then what….oh." Stede's eyes went wide with surprise and a smile started to grow on his face. "Ed, are you ticklish?"

Ed let out an embarrassed groan and closed his eyes, his whole body going hot now as the blush took over his entire being.

"Hmmmmmm somethinglikethat." Ed quickly confirmed in his best attempt to seem casual about it.

"Oh, Ed," Stede smiled fondly, "it's quite alright to be ticklish. Almost everyone is somewhere!"

Stede playfully gave Ed's tummy a quick scribble and Ed jumped again with a little squeak.

"Stede!"

"Alright, I'm sorry," Stede smiled in apology and pulled his hand back, "I won't do it again."

Stede shifted and stood from his kneeled spot next to Ed on the couch, grabbing the bowl of soapy water and the makeshift rags he used to clean Ed's wound. He began to make his way to the ship's washroom, but Ed's voice stopped him.

"Stede…"

Stede turned back around to look at Ed still laying on the couch.

"Yes, Ed?"

Ed didn't know how to say it. He felt like he physically couldn't. He wanted to curl up into a ball of embarrassment and be swallowed by the couch. But Ed wanted it, and knew Stede would stay true to his word unless he said something.

Ed opened his mouth to speak words, but when nothing initially came out, he sighed and brought his hands up to hide his face.

"I…don't want you to….not."

Ed could hear the slow, confused footsteps of Stede coming back to his form on the couch.

"You don't want me to not….what?"

Letting out a huff, Ed squirmed in his spot on the couch. He was hoping that'd be enough for Stede to get the hint. Goddammit.

"I don't want you to…not…t-...." Ed cleared his throat again and took a breath, "....tickle."

The footsteps stopped and it was quiet for a few seconds, but to Ed, it felt like a lifetime.

"Ed," Stede said softly, "do you want me to tickle you?"

Ed made a noise behind his hands and brought his knees up before letting them drop down to the couch again and then gave a small, hesitant nod.

Hearing the footsteps walk towards him again, Ed felt Stede's presence settle next to him with the dip of the couch cushion as Stede sat himself on the edge next to Ed's legs.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Ed. Why, I happen to think it's actually quite fun!"

At that, Ed shifted some of his fingers to take a peek at Stede and was met with an expression so sweet and genuine that he could hardly stand it. He let out a little whine and moved his fingers back to fully hide again.

Stede giggled, thinking Ed looked absolutely adorable, and brought his hands to hover over Ed's still exposed belly, letting his finger tips just barely graze the skin. Ed's body stiffened in anticipation underneath him.

"And of course I'll tickle you."

Stede started to lightly wiggle his fingers against Ed's tummy and Ed squeaked, his back arching up for a moment before falling back to the couch. He began squirming back and forth, a flood of giggles starting to stream from his lips. The skitter of Stede's fingers on his bare skin felt like tingling, electric sparkles and oh was it a fun feeling. And the fact that it was consensually deliberate, that Stede was wanting to do this with him, made every sensation that much more sweet.

Sweeping and spidering his quick, light fingers all around Ed's belly, Stede was beginning to giggle himself, the act of tickling Ed bringing him so much joy.

Suddenly, Stede darted his hands down to test a few quick squeezes on Ed's hips and was rewarded with a surprised squeal.

Ed's hands shot down from his face and he lurched forward, his reflexes instinctively making him grab at Stede's wrists to pull them away.

Stede stopped instantly and let Ed take a breath.

"Is that spot too much, Ed?" Stede asked sincerely.

Ed paused and let go of Stede's wrists. "Um…no, not too much…just tickled a lot...but in a fun way."

A smug look made it's way onto Stede's face.

"Hmm. How about a game then?" Stede gently pushed down on Ed's shoulders to lead him back to his laying position on the couch. He then cupped his hands around Ed's elbows and maneuvered his arms above his head before letting go and sitting back. Stede smirked.

"Keep your arms up, Ed."

Ed's eyes went wide and he bit his bottom lip, already fighting back more giggles at those words.

"Mmmhmmhmm, and…what if I can't?"

Stede raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers. "I think we both know the answer."

That made Ed pull his hands down to hide his face again when, "Shit!," he put them back up above his head. 

Stede laughed. "Trying to lose already, Ed?"

"Nohohohooo…"

"Don't worry, there are plenty of tickles to come."

Stede started again slowly, following a circling pattern around Ed's tummy, letting his fingers wander around the curve of Ed's sides and up across his ribs.

As the ticklish sensation kept building, Ed was fighting his arms from trying to come down and interfere. He truly didn't want to interfere, but this game was proving already to be quite difficult.

But then again, maybe he did want to lose to see what Stede's punishment for him would be…

Stede's voice snapped him back from his own inner battle. "I can see you're trying so hard for me, Ed," Stede let out a little mischievous chuckle, "but shall we up the intensity a bit?" His fingers now started to quickly skitter around Ed's torso, jumping around from spot to spot, with the occasional surprise armpit tickle that made Ed's arms jump down halfway before managing to bring them back up again.

Squirming around with more vigor, Ed felt like he was being electrocuted with tickles, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his arms up as the zipping sensations coursed through his body. Ed's laughter was freely pouring out of him and it was wind in Stede's sails.

"Now, Ed, what was it that I did before that made you squeal? Hmm…," Stede continued his tickling as he pretended to think, "Was it this?" He jumped his hands to Ed's underarms and gave the centers a quick taser with his fingers.

Ed squawked and his arms jumped down again, but just as quick as Stede's hands were there, they were off to the next spot and Ed brought his arms back up and gripped the pillow sitting against the arm of the couch for dear life, bracing himself.

A squeeze to his ribs.

"This?"

A vibrating, clawed hand to his belly.

"Or was it this?"

Pokes going up and down his sides.

"Was it here?"

Ed was about to combust. All the various changes of tickles and sudden movements from spot to spot and the smug teasing had him faltering, his grip on the pillow going white-knuckled.

"Ah! I remember!" Stede, in his utter delight, didn't wait another second before jumping back down to squeeze at the junction where lower tummy met hips.

A high pitched squeal rang through the air as Ed's arms came crashing down, pillow still in hand, and it smacked Stede in the face.

There was a sudden still and quiet in the room. Ed looked at Stede with wide eyes realizing what he had done, and the eyes that looked back at him with rising eyebrows told him one thing: he was in trouble.

"Now, Edward…" Stede began, and just those words alone already sent Ed into a giggling, playful beg.

"Stehehede! Nohoho, it was an accidehehent, I promise!"

Stede narrowed his eyes, teasingly skeptical. "Mmhmm, I don’t know Ed. I think I see your nose growing." He grabbed the pillow out of Ed's grip and flung it across the room in a display of joking outrage. "This definitely calls for punishment!"

Shifting from his place at Ed's legs, Stede flipped himself around so that he was sitting on Ed's chest. Placing his hands back on Ed's hips, he began to repetitively squeeze.

Ed went ballistic. His legs were flailing about, unable to do anything about the shocking jolts that had taken full control of his body. He tried to arch his back, but with Stede's weight now on his upper body keeping him in place, he couldn't do much else besides push at Stede’s back with his hands. The way Ed couldn't even see Stede's ticklish movements seemed to make it even worse.

"Fuhuhuck!! This isn't fahahahair!"

"I don't know, Ed, this seems perfectly fair to me! It's not my fault you're so adorably ticklish."

Shit, Stede's teasing was getting to him so badly, and paired with the insanely tickly pulses ruminating into his bones, Ed was in tickle Hell (Heaven.) His eyes squeezed shut as his bubbly shrieks got higher and higher in pitch with every evilly calculated pinch at his hips and it wasn't long before he was in full hysterics.

"Steheheheede! Nononono nahahahaha! Shihihit!! I'm sorryyyy!"

And just like that, everything stopped. Ed's legs slumped back down to the couch as Stede's weight lifted from his chest and was replaced with a gentle hand rubbing up and down his side.

Ed's remaining giggles continued to filter out past his lips as his chest heaved in order to catch his breath. He slowly started to come back down to earth and opened his eyes to see a softly smiling Stede looking down at him.

"How are you feeling, Ed?"

"Hmhmhmhmmm, you're mehehean."

"Oh? Is that right?"

Ed nodded.

"Well," Stede continued, "just know there's more to come. That was just punishment for hitting me with the pillow. I haven't given you your punishment for bringing your arms down…"

Ed's eyes went wide.

Stede chucked. "And I'm going to have to keep checking and cleaning your wound…that is, if you'd let me?"

Ed looked directly into Stede's eyes and was met with a hopeful, questioning stare. This caused a new flush to rise to Ed's cheeks and his heart fluttered. Knowing that Stede was wanting, and was essentially asking, to tickle him more had his insides vibrating and he was filled to the brim with a childlike glee.

Ed excitedly squirmed under Stede's gaze. "Hmhmhm um…might have to check it frequently…just to be sure."

Stede beamed. "Of course, Ed." He then stopped his hand rubbing Ed's side and gave him a couple pats on his tummy. "How about we go and have a nice cup of evening tea and relax for a bit, hmm? Then we can take care of your other punishment later tonight…and, mayhaps, I can look at that knee of yours..." Stede winked.

Oh, Ed couldn't wait.

#squealing santa 2k22 #squealing santa 2022 #ss 2k22 #ofmd tickling #ofmd tickle fic #lee!ed #ler!stede #blackbonnet tickle #tickle fic

[giggly-squiggily]

Hii can i request lee mitsuya and lers draken and baji

Of course you can, anon! I've gotcha covered!

CW: Swearing- the Toman Gang are all potty mouths and need their own brand of soap (especially Baji) (Affectionate); angst, light mention of homophobia

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13, @myreygn

“Mitsuya’s hiding something.” Baji growled, side eyeing the mentioned man in the distance. “What’s he so tight lipped about?”

“Knowing him, it’s probably sewing related.” Draken shrugged, not bothering to move from his spot lying back. It was Friday, and with no immediate Toman meetings or homework assignments due, the tattooed highschooler’s only plans were to work out, sleep, and take Emma out somewhere nice. “Leave him be- you know how he gets when he’s in ‘the zone’.”

The ‘zone’ was their loving way of saying Mitsuya becomes a hermit during his projects- not talking to anyone, grunts as his only form of communication. He turned up to Toman meetings looking like he’d been at work all night, dark circles under his eyes and bandages on the tips of his fingers. It was a bit unhealthy, but not even Mikey could pull him out of it, so they’ve unspokenly agreed not to bring too many projects up if Mitsuya looked particularly ragged.

“That’s the thing- last I checked, he’s not working on anything!” Baji waved a hand to emphasize his point. “I haven’t seen him with his notebook at all.”

That was new. Draken opened his eyes, brow’s furrowing in thought. “No notebook?” That was the usual sign he was entering the ‘zone’.

“And his fingers! They look fine!” Baji nodded more, talking with his hands. “He’s got no bandaids, and there’s no needles anywhere! He’s definitely not in the ‘zone’. Something else is going on.” Baji looked back towards Mitsuya, squinting. “You think he’s mad at us?”

“Unlikely. You know how he gets when mad.” Draken sat up, following Baji’s gaze. The other didn’t seem angry at the least. If anything, there was a noticeable droop to his shoulders. “Think he’s upset?”

“Hm…” Baji got up, slapping dust off his thighs. “One way to find out.”

~~~

It took them less than five minutes to wander over, taking a seat on each side of their friend. “Ay, Mitsuya.” Draken threw an arm over his shoulder in greeting, starting the other into alert. “What’s up? Why are you sitting here like it’s a funeral?”

“I’m not…” He began, fading off then. A shadow passed over his face, resealing his lips. “I’m fine.”

“The hell you are. We’ve known you since middle school, you really suck at lying.” Baji grumbled as he lightly shoved him. “If someone’s giving you shit, I’ll kick their ass.”

“Baji, what did I tell you about resorting to violence.” Draken glared.

“Says the guy who threw Takemitchy’s entire house at Mikey.” Baji shot back.

“It wasn’t an entire house, it was more his front yard.”

“Same thing.”

“It’s not-”

“Guys, please.” Mitsuya cut them off, sounding incredibly tired. “If you’re gonna fight, can you do it somewhere else? I’m not in the mood.”

 Oh yeah, something was wrong. “Mits. What’s going on for real.” Draken asked, returning his attention to the teen. “You know you can talk to us, right?”

Mitsuya bit his lip, hiding the slightest hint of a quiver. “I’m fine, I swear.” He grunted, voice thick. He started to stand, but Draken’s arm was like iron. “Draken, let me go.”

“Mitsuya-”

“Ken.” His voice was firm, eyes hard. “Please. Let me go.”

Government names. This was serious. Draken pulled his arm back, freeing the other. Mitsuya started to leave.

“Oh hell no, like that shit’s gonna work.” Baji reacted before anyone could stop him, grabbing Mitsuya around the waist and pulling him down. Almost immediately they were fighting, elbows going and fist connecting. “Baji, get the hell off!” Mitsuya growled.

“Kiss my ass! You’re gonna talk! One way or another, I’m getting an answer!” Baji twisted, quickly pinning the other down against the cool gravel. With fast hands, he had Mitsuya’s wrist pinned beside his head. “There.”

“Baji…” Mitsuya hissed, expression dark. “Let me go. Now.”

“Oo, scary. Like that’s ever worked before.” Bounding up both hands with one of his own, he dropped the other to his waist, starting to tickle. “Come on, talk to me, you ass!”

“Er! N-No! Stahahap it!” Mitsuya grunted, immediately squirming beneath the touch. Draken was about to step in and pull Baji off when he took a look at Mitsuya’s face. While he was certainly annoyed, he wasn’t uncomfortable.

Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea afterall.

“Oo, stubborn are we? You know how the saying goes- Sewed lips will be snipped!” Baji grinned as he ran his hand towards his ribs, making the gray haired teen spasm with a snort. “Don’t make me get my scissors, Mitsuya.”

“Whahahahat kind of mohohoohorbid saahahahhaying is thahahahhat?” He grunted out, bubbling over with laughter. “Yohohhoohur insahahhahane!”

“And you're stubborn. Aye, Draken- help me get this ass to talk!” Baji nodded towards the taller man, narrowly avoiding a fist to the nose. “Aye, watch it!”

“Kihihihihiss my ahahhhahahss!” Mitsuya tried to swing again, but his wrist was caught easily by Draken. “Drahahahhaken hehehehehelp!”

“Sorry, Mits. First you talk. Until then.” He grabbed both wrists now, holding them high and exposing even more tickle spots. “Get him good, Baji.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

“No no no no nohoohohohohohohohooho!” Mitsuya squealed out in mirth as both of Baji’s hands came into play, drilling into his ribs and squeezing along the space below them. “Ahahahahhahahabsoohohohohohluhuhuhuhutely nohohohohohohot! Stahhahhahap it! Bahahahhahahajihihihihihihi!” Mitsuya’s face was starting to tint pink, his smile wide and his eyes squeezed shut. It was much better than earlier. “Cohohohohohome ohohohohon, I’m shehehehehrious!”

“Hi serious, I’m Draken.” Draken snickered at his own joke, earning a giggly glare from the other. “Ready to talk?”

“Nehehehehhehehever!”

“Shame. Baji, try his feet. He’ll die.”

“Oo?” The long haired teen lit up at the info, flipping around with a gremlin like giggle. “His feeties are ticklish, are they?”

“NO! No thehehere nohohoht!” Mitsuya squirmed more, trying to break out. His eyes were light with laughter, the earlier pain fading away bit by bit. “Dohoohhn’t you dahhahare!”

Baji didn’t respond. Instead, he looked over his shoulder with a mischievous grin as he yanked off a shoe, running a finger along the socked sole.

The reaction was glorious. Mitsuya let out a shriek like cackle- his entire body jolting as if he was electrocuted. “Wahahhait!”

“I think we found a good spot!” Baji grinned, diving in and attacking relentlessly. Mitsuya swore as he flailed about, his laughter filling the air with each scratch and scribble. Draken gave up on holding his wrists, laughing just as hard as Mitsuya curled in on himself, holding his belly as tears of mirth dotted his eyes. “Ready to tell us?”

“YEHHEHEHEHS I’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU! NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“Baji, let him breathe.” Draken called out, stretching forward and wiggling two fingers under Baji’s arm, making him squawk and fall to the left.

“Uncool!” He stammered, flushed slightly.

“Deal with it.” Draken told him good naturedly, looking down at a now exhausted Mitsuya. “Feeling better?”

That earned him a halfhearted glare, but the other nodded, panting. “I’m…better.” He looked away, eyes clouding. “It’s been a bad day, that’s all.” When the other two waited, Mitsuya carried on. “This is gonna sound stupid as hell, but…do you two think I’m too weak for Toman?”

Draken gaped, Baji nearly choked. “HUH?” Both squawked in shock.

“See, I told you it was stupid.” Mitsuya sighed.

“No, no- don’t shut us out.” Draken recovered, making Mitsuya look at him. “It is stupid- the idea you’re too weak. Mitsuya, you’re one of the founders of Toman. The First Division Captain. How the hell does that make you weak?”

“Seriously; clearly whatever made you think otherwise never seen you fight.” Baji nodded in approval. “Shit, you nearly took my ass out, and I’m the best fighter there is.”

“Yeah yeah…I just-” Mitsuya looked like he was struggling to speak, debating on what to say. “Recently…someone was talking shit about me. About Toman. I guess they forgot I was in the sewing club, or they chose to say it there just so I’d hear it.” Baji tensed, ready to kill. Draken glared at him before nodding for Mitsuya to continue.

“They were saying a captain and a founder shouldn’t be such a…I don’t wanna say it, but you know what word it was.” Now it was Draken’s turn to look furious. “They said I’m only good at making dumb things like flowers and shit, and that it was a mistake for me to be in Toman.” The words gutted him, like they were being thrown his direction as he spoke. “I know I shouldn’t listen to it but…what if they're right? What if I am Toman’s mistake?”

“They’re not. You’re not Toman’s mistake.” Baji glared fiercely, a protective tone sharpening his voice. “Don’t ever say that.”

“But what if it’s true, Baji?” Mitsuya argued, angry now. “What if I am, and all this time I’m just holding back Mikey and his dream? Then what?”

“The only ones who can decide if you’re a mistake is Toman itself, and to think we’d ever call you that is an insult to both the gang and Mikey’s dream.” Draken sounded tired- even to himself. Still, he raised his chin as he met Mitsuya’s eye, putting every ounce of conviction in his voice. “You’re the farthest thing from it.”

“Hell yeah, and besides- where would we be without you?” Baji shook him lightly. “We can’t sew for shit; we’d look stupid at meetings and fights without you.”

“So I can sew.” Mitsuya grumbled. “Big deal-”

“And you’re a lot calmer than us when it comes to group disputes. So far I think you’re the only one who can handle a problem without resorting to his fists.” Draken nodded in agreement, mildly eyeing Baji. The other didn’t seem to notice.

“Guys-”

“And you’ve got an amazing taste in movies and shows.”

“You know how to make the best snacks we’ve ever tried.”

“You’re smart and help me with homework when Chifuyu’s busy.”

“And you give good advice on gifts and other matters of life.”

“You’re hot-”

“Guys, guys, enough.” Mitsuya was laughing now, wet with newly formed tears. “I get it, I do. I’m sorry for ever believing what that asshole said. I know Toman wouldn’t think I'm weak.” He shook his head as he wiped his face. “I just…I guess I needed to hear that. Thank you.”

Draken nodded, satisfied. Baji looked pleased. “Good.” The blonde smiled, the expression growing wicked. “Now- let’s get Baji.”

“Heh?” Baji blinked.

“Good idea.” Mitsuya grinned, sitting up the best he could.

“Wait- what are you two-” Baji scrambled back, starting to stand. “Oh hell no, stay away from me- I’LL FART ON YOU!” Baji booked it, running for safety while Mitsuya stayed on his trail, easily outrunning the other and taking him down.

Draken laughed as the area filled with Baji’s clown-like cackles. Later, he’d find the piece of shit who dared to hurt his friend and insult Toman.

That was later. For now, he’ll stick around and help these two out.

I hope this was good!

#tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #mitsuya takashi #ken ryuguji #draken #tickle #tickle fic #cw: swearing #I feel like this is the most swearing I've done on a fic #forgive me my fellow fluff monsters for I have sinned #Though admittedly I've probably written worse #maybe #I'm writing this all with barely an hour of sleep to my name #not the fic #the tags #okay bye y'all!

[fluffi-dragon]

CoD MW Headcannons pt. 2 lol

This is also pretty long LOL MY WIFI WENT OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THESE >:(

Phillip Graves (the stinky In my heart he never betrayed them shhh)

Cannot handle teases at all

Hands just hovering over his worst spots has him hysterical

Loves chin and ear tickles like a cat

His and soaps tickle fights are intense

He snorts a lot and finds it embarrassing

His shadows use it against him when he's a grump

Death spots: Ribs, feet, and thighs

Konig (The beloved)

Wears a mask? Ticklish face.

He's 6'10 and crumbles to the ground when tickled

Soap loves to count his ribs ("You're so tall you gotta have more than normal")

Ticklish hands and arms and it's used to calm him down

Found out Ghost was ticklish while they sparred and was tickled until he cried (He was fine afterward and Ghost apologized)

Shoulders are also pretty bad

Deathspots: Ribs, shoulders, and knees

Alejandro

Even before meeting 141 he always went after Rudy

Soap just becomes another favorite of his

Rudy is the only one who can get him back with no repercussions

Squeaks and snorts a lot

He is the best at teasing for no reason

Went after Graves once (What are you talking about Graves never betrayed them/j) and the man is terrified of being got again

Going after his feet will get him begging (Only Rudy knows this)

Death Spots: Feet and That one spot right above the ribs but below his armpits.

Rodolfo/Rudy

A high-pitched laugh that embarrasses him

Cannot handle baby talk

Apologizes to Soap for telling Alejandro he's ticklish (Soap never forgave him/j)

Fakeouts make him scream

Snorts after being tickled for a bit

Gets hiccups after being wrecked

When he gets Alejandro he has no mercy and will destroy his man

Tears up quickly but doesn't mind

Death Spots: Sides, Ribs, and Hips

Horangi

(I don't know a lot about him so these might be updated later lol)

Konig is his favorite victim

Squirmer definitely

Threats while he's being wrecked

Like Graves and Gaz, he loves chin scritches

He's like a cat and will cuddle with someone after he's been wrecked

Loves chasing and being Chased

Will cuss out his ler in Korean when captured

If you tell him he's like a cat while tickling him he will just die

("Does the kitty want belly rubs" "*unintelligible shrieking noises")

Death spots: Ribs, Knees, and Stomach

My brain is overflowing with these stupid silly little guys. I lob them so much.

#cod tk headcannons #fluffi headcannons #my headcanons #My BELOVEDS #THEY ARE ACTUALLY ALL HAPPY #tickle headcanons

[yourlittlettoy]

Hi Cece! Do you think you could find out for us what that ticklish body soap is called? Would really appreciate it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi there!! Ugh so I would love to help but apparently it’s like this trade secret 😔😩🫢😶 and the ler that I played with would like to keep the exact brand to himself!! Even *I’m* not too sure to this day about the type myself! 😭

SO SORRY ABOUT THISSSS 😓😅😅

But hey 👀 maybe some self trial and error can replicate some results! Think: jelly textured and slippery af :) hope that helps at least a little bit!

#anon #ask #answered!

[mythica0]

If you're still taking requests, I got an idea with Lee!Leo and Ler!Donnie after watching "The Hidden City Job"

At the end of the episode, most of the golden paint was washed off, but it looks like a rushed job since there's still several splotches of it still scattered on him. Donnie takes notice of his brother's messy appearance and decides to "help" fix it, using his battleshell to whip out some scrub brushes and paint remover.

Clean-up crew

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: after Leo and Donnie got over their fight, Donnie decides to help clean up the remaining paint on Leo.

A/N: I am back in the game! (I’m going to be limiting myself to writing one a fic a day, though) thanks for the request and my apologies for the delay! Enjoy!

Clean-up crew

Leo was a mess.

And not in the ‘I have no idea what I’m doing and everything is in shambles’ way, (although if you ask Donnie, he’s certainly that too.)

No, but in the literal sense. As in he was covered in paint.

The blue-themed turtle had gone on a little escapade through the hidden city earlier that day, and had needed to be painted to hide well.

(That part was a struggle for Leo, he had been trying really hard not to laugh as he was painted over. He was almost certain he had let a few giggles slip, and he wondered if Hueso caught them.)

They had gotten most of the paint off via a dunk into some water, but there were still splotches left.

Donnie told Leo that he was going to help clean him up the rest of the way. Leo was nervous, he knew it was going to tickle at least a bit, but Donnie’s tone was leaving no room for argument. So he agreed.

Donnie got a bucket with some water and soap in it, and then Leo heard a mechanical whirr and slight clang as Donnie pulled out some of his battle shell’s arms. They were holding scrub brushes.

Leo was confused at the noise, but didn’t say anything.

Donnie smirked at his twins’ apparent nervousness. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Hey look Leo, I brought out the cleaning crew.” He teased slightly, shaking the metal arms for emphasis.

Leo turned behind him, saw the arms and gulped. Oh boy.

Donnie touched down the brushes to Leo’s shell first, scrubbing on the areas where the excess paint was and causing Leo to burst into giggles at the feeling.

“What’s so funny Nardo?”

“Shuhuhuhut ihit! Yohou knohohow whyhy ihihim lahahaughihing!”

“I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about. I’m just cleaning you.”

“Yohou knohow ihit tihihickles!”

“Oh I was tickling you? I hadn’t noticed.” The teasing sarcasm dripping from Donnie’s voice was tangible.

After finishing on his shell, The soft shell moved to Leo’s plastron, causing Leo’s giggles to raise in pitch.

The slider was stuck as Donnie continued to clean his plastron, eventually moving spots once again. He couldn’t help but to just lay there and laugh, as trying to escape would probably only make things worse for him.

He was at least a little okay with that conundrum until there was only one place left. His death spot. Eugh boy.

Donnie winked at his younger twin. “Ready?”

Leo shook his head and Donnie smirked. “You don’t really have a say in the matter.��� And started scrubbing.

Leo’s scream probably could’ve woken the dead it was so loud. Thankfully it was over quickly and Leo stood up, gratefully taking the water Donnie handed to him.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.”

“Yes..” he huffed a bit. “..it was.”

“Well, don’t get covered in paint next time! Then I won’t have to pull out the cleaning crew!”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #lee!donnie #parrotanswers