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Tickle Bingo Card
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A bingo card made up of things that might've happened in the childhoods of those in the tickle community? What will they think of next?
Shout outs to @anxious-lee's new tword discord server for helping me out with some of these.
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veryblushyswitch · 11 months
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I love the trope when a ler is ticking a lee, and they ask something like “Awww~ you just love this don’t you!” And the lee gets all flustered and laughs out a yes while covering their face. But that then causes the ler to melt and stare at the lee with all the love in their heart. The ler becoming overwhelmed with how adorable the lee is being is such a cute concept I love it so much. 💖
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daticklishwhissu · 1 year
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Just saw a Tumblr post about woolly aphids, and it gave me an idea to make it tickle creature, so I present to you the Featheredtail Aphids!
Bio:
These creatures live mostly in forests and they mostly live in shades where they stay away from light. if it gets bothered or pretty much threatened they climb into the clothes of the unsuspecting victim and to tickling them merciless but these creatures are actually are often kept as pets actually and pretty much make great emotional support pets.
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anglosky · 4 months
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So, I'm wanting to do concepts as in like, for writers who stumble on my page, they can get an idea of what to write if they get writers block, so here is a concept that I came up with!
Feel free to use this and tag me! I would love to read
your ideas on this concept!
Concept #1 (slmccl)
·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ☼ ⋒ ⚡︎ 𐚱 ⊹˚˖⁺ ⤾·˚ ༘ 𖦆 ꒷₊˚ ꒦꒷꒷꒦ ⑅ ʚ ⤜ ⨳ ࣪•
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So, if you know and watch Charlie slimecicle, and you know that he has played slime rancher, right??
This is where the concept comes in!
Imagine that he's sucked into the game (kind of like those fanarts of streamers who are drawn as their character like they were a part of the game?) and he's taking care of his slimes.
WELL! one day, he goes into one of the nets that holds the nice and gentle slimes (for example, the pink or tabby slimes) to feed and collect their plorts. As he is either feeding, or collecting, the slimes get a michivious plan and start to pounce on him as a way to be playful and fun, but this onslaught results in Charlie being ticklish as all hell.
He's surper nice about their playful act, but he knows he has work that needs to be done, so he was hoping that they would be done soon so he can get back to work and finish his day.
You see where I'm going with this??
That's it for the concept! Anyone can take it, and I would really appreciate it if you would tag me so I can read it!!
This concept doesn't have to be Charlie slimecicle either! You can write it for any character or person with this idea!
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spookygiggles · 7 months
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Hi spooky!
I hope that you are feeling better <3
A silly idea popped up to my head while I was taking a shower, what about a tickle fic about sniper and spy?
Snipes invited spy to his camper and they were just spending time together, sniper while he was doing sm he accidentally poked spies side, when sniper realized that spoi is ticklish he chased him around his van, they both landed on the mattress as spy was snorting his butt off while sniper was tickling him
That's all 🥹
I love you spooky <3 have a nice day ❤
Thank you 😭💕 Ive been feeling a bit better actually:) 🫶
Also this is so adorable i gotta write this bc Sniper and spy's dynamic is 💗💕💕😭
Sniper would def take advantage of it fr and i am so down to see spy get wrecked 🙏💕
and also jus fucking snorting i love it sm but its kinda ironic bc i snort when i laugh too 😭
its only cute when he does it cus holy shit just
HIM. 💕💕
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Tickle OC idea
Vampires (or otherwise some vampiric species) that, instead of feeding off blood, they feed off the positive feelings of others (love, joy, laughter, etc)
And so they often tickle people to feed off their laughter. They will also help people who feel down in the dumps, among other things.
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Imagine:
Two characters are caught by the bad guy, who decides to tickle torture them. Between these two characters, Character A is very well known for being ticklish, and Character B is well known for being not ticklish.
For the most part, Character B just treated tickling as a childish joke that they could play on Character A. While Character A never really minded, Character B would insist on using this as a way to prove their greater strength.
So naturally, you can imagine Character A's suprise at seeing Character B exploding with laughter as the bad guy finds the perfect spot to get them.
So while the tickling seems bad, Character B is mostly being tortured by the knowledge that Character A can see they are just as ticklish as them.
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strangleetomz · 10 months
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“thihis ihihihis nohOHOT FUHUHUNNY!” “Then why are you laughing?” beautiful
//nsfw dni
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wanders-in-wonderland · 4 months
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Treatment Plan
Last night was supposed to be harmless New Year’s Eve fun, partying with friends, dancing with strangers, and maybe finding someone to ring in the new year with. I remember dancing and taking shots with a really hot guy at some club where we'd shared a new year kiss. There's nothing else in my memory and I don’t remember when I passed out but I wake up alone in a medical examination room, naked, gagged, and strapped down to a bed with my arms above my head and legs spread wide.
The door opens and four men walk in. The first one I recognize is the hot guy I'd made out with. Except now, he has the look of a doctor, dressed in a white coat, wearing a stethoscope and holding a clipboard. The other three men are wearing nurses scrubs and not a single one acknowledges me as they step into the room and close the door behind them.
The doctor glances down at his clipboard and looks at me, smirking slightly. “It says here you’ve been admitted due to your issues with obedience and self-control. I promise we deliver the best results here, so you, darling, will be in tip-top shape in no time,” his voice is tinged with mockery and I try to shake my head and explain that this is all a mistake, that I have no idea what is going on, and I’m not supposed to be here.
“Day one of this treatment regimen helps us establish a baseline of what we’re working with and involves some sensory deprivation just to enhance the effectiveness but I promise, you’ll enjoy it,” he purrs, coming to stand next to my head before sliding a piece of fabric over my eyes. I struggle uselessly against the bindings, trying to dislodge the blindfold but it’s too secure to move. I feel hands hold my head in place before someone else slides headphones over my ears and suddenly, I’m blind and deaf to the world.
There is nothing to prepare me for what comes next, and no way that I can have any ability to sense what they plan to do to me. I can feel tears pricking at my eyes, absorbing into the blindfold when suddenly, I feel fingers trail along my ribs.
I let out a muted whimper, my body instinctively lurching in response. The feeling is so overwhelming and I’m absolutely senseless and helpless. The fingers linger around my hips and dig in gently, making me jerk uselessly in my bindings. It’s almost too much for my body to handle, the unknown touches, the horrible anticipation and suspense of not knowing anything at all.
Without warning, the fingers dig harder into my ribs, tickling me harshly and mercilessly. I wail behind the gag and thrash desperately, begging for it to stop to no avail. The fingers don’t let up and my entire world has narrowed to the unbearable sensations those fingers are drawing out of my bound body. There’s nothing I can do except endure it.
My wails have died down to little mindless whimpers as the tickling continues to ravage my ribs and hips when I feel the fingers pull away finally. I gasp for air, hoping that this torture is finally going to be over. Suddenly, I feel fingers brush against my underarms and I scream so hard my throat feels raw. I’m yanking and pulling at the straps holding me down but I’m bound too tightly. Tears are flowing freely into the blindfold as my body jerks. The fingers dig devastatingly into my underarms and I’m inconsolable. The tickling feels like electricity going straight into my nerves and it makes my mind hazy.
There’s no mercy and no stopping. The fingers find every vulnerable spot on my body and there’s nothing to stop the wretched tickling that’s making me want to curl into myself and disappear. There’s no acclimation to the feeling or becoming desensitized to it all. Every single movement feels like my body is dancing on a live wire and I have no choice but to experience every devastating feeling.
Another set of fingers finds their way to my hard nipples and I can barely draw in enough air to scream as the stimulation adds to the overwhelming feelings crashing through my body. Flicks against my nipples make me squirm and moan.
Then, my world lights up behind my blindfold when I feel fingers on my clit.
The combination of tickling at every sensitive spot on my body and the focus on my clit shatters me. Every single nerve is pulled open and vulnerable to unforgiving, relentless stimulation and I know I’m dripping wet onto the bed under me. It’s all too much for my brain to process. Every force on my body pushes me closer and closer to an orgasm and it’s unbearable.
A sudden flash of pain hits my clit as someone’s fingers sharply pinch my throbbing button and I wail as my orgasm barrels through my body. None of the stimulation lets up and the fingers on my clit continue to force waves of pleasure through my body while fingers everywhere else drive my orgasm even higher. I’m delirious and barely coherent between all of the different assaults of stimulation that wrack my body.
I feel the fingers on my clit pull away and I’m gasping and shaking. The tickling at my ribs and underarms doesn’t relent and I can barely catch my breath enough to sustain my sobs. Fingers brush against my inner thighs and I can’t help but whine, hearing only my wild heartbeat thudding in my ears.
Suddenly, there’s a vibrator slammed against my clit and my mind breaks. There are too many things going on but my whole being is driven to focus on the horrible vibrator pillaging my clit with no mercy. My next orgasm shoots through me with no warning, no build up, no gentle waves of pleasure. Just pure ecstasy shooting deep through my body, so hard that I can feel it in my bones and it renders me completely broken.
I have no concept of time or place as the torture continues. My body moves on its own accord as it struggles and trembles, futilely trying to avoid every touch. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours when everything finally fades away and all of the hands touching me are gone. I lie there, limp, unmoving, unthinking, barely conscious. It takes me an immeasurable amount of time to catch my breath, my body still feeling phantom aftershocks of pleasure and torment. I vaguely register the feeling of someone pulling the headphones off of my head and I’m able to hear again.
“Oh darling,” his voice is the first thing I recognize, “I suppose I forgot to mention, this treatment regimen has ten levels. And we can’t move on from level one until you learn to control your body and keep still during your treatments. Clearly we’re not going to get there today, but perhaps you’ll do better tomorrow. Otherwise, you’re in for a very long stay here…”
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rosekasa · 5 months
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i think what i adore about ladynoir beyond high school age (18 and over) is the opportunity it leaves for some of the most DELICIOUS best friends to lovers scenarios. because, like, two people who've been fighting side by side for years? who've known each other long enough to make jokes about it, haha remember when we were fourteen and you-- we AGREED to never speak of it!!!! who've spent so long learning each other inside out, even, in chat noir's case, getting over feelings, that the idea of anything romantic between them is so far off the radar that they don't feel the need for certain boundaries, because why would it matter if they made jokes about how attractive they find each other, about getting married, about how they could totally mess with the rest of the miracle team by pretending they're hooking up because it's so far out of the realm of possibility.
but then there would be that imperceptible shift. the moment where one of them makes a joke and it feels just a bit more loaded than it should. gazes lingering where they never lingered and playful smiles turning curious. the sudden awareness that, while maybe they were cuddling on a rooftop with their best friend, they were also wrapped up in the arms of someone they trust with their lives, and is extremely attractive, and, wait, if the only reason it was platonic before was because there were no feelings, what does THIS mean?
THE TENSION. THE PINING. THE INHERENT MESS OF BEING IN YOUR TWENTIES. PLEASEEEE
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untitledlez · 8 months
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I want to eat you out because I want to for my pleasure.
Not because of anything else. Not for your pleasure. For my own, I want to taste your sweet wet essence and feel your clit throb on my tongue <3
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tickletails · 3 months
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Oldish sketch i colored. Scarab fucking with prismo cube
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subbysage · 4 months
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Can I please get a visit from the tickle monster pleaseeee I promise I've been so good
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