#ticklish!jesse

[ticklishfiend]

okay here are my lee!jesse headcanons bc i cannot get it out of my head

- this man is a KICKER. tickle him even the slightest bit and he will crumble to the floor just so he can try and kick you from below

- his neck is SUCH a bad spot on him omg. jane has always been one to kiss/bite at peoples necks in bed, but he literally cant take it and she thinks it’s precious. the first time she did it, he like violently snickered and jerked his head so hard he accidentally head butted her lol. after that she absolutely assaulted him with ticklish neck kisses and nibbles because his giggles and pleas were too cute not to

- jane loved to tickle jesse any chance she could. if she woke up before him? side squeezes are his new alarm clock. just chilling together on the couch? perfect time for a surprise tickle attack. and he never properly fought her off either, just kinda pulled at her wrists a bit with his head thrown back and jerking side to side in cackles. oh, and the kicks of course. he never kicked her, but he’s always kicking BEHIND her when she’s tickling him. feet banging on the floor kinda deal.

- his laugh has variety to say the least. he usually starts out really loud and boisterous and from the belly, before going kinda screamy and shrill, and after a while he just goes full squeals and giggles. he’s soooo embarrassed when he gets to the giggle-stage. this boy loves acting tough but give the bottom of his ribs some good tweaks for a while and he’s just gone full bubbly laughter.

- when he started seeing andrea, he definitely took on a more ler role. giving her little pokes when he’s teasing her, sometimes going full tickle monster when she says something snarky. that doesn’t mean andrea doesn’t tickle him back tho, because when she realized just HOW ticklish he was, he never lived it down

- andrea and brock have 100% ganged up on him before. there’s a scene where jesse tickles brock for like a split second when they’re playing mario kart, so i know he’s definitely gotten brock before when play fighting and roughhousing. so one time after finishing up playing tickle monster with the kid, he realizes andrea was watching, and she’s just got this look on her face. then she’s like “brock, u know jesse’s super ticklish right? oh he didn’t tell u?” and brock’s like 😮 before turning to jesse and just launching on top, andrea close behind to help out cause she’s very familiar with all the best spots. jesse doesn’t fight back even a little, he’s having so much fun with the two of them, even if it costs him just a smidgen of his dignity

- badger and skinny pete have wrecked his shit before. those two are idiots who are constantly stoned out of their mind, so finding out that their best friend is ridiculously ticklish was incredibly interesting information to them. jesse was like a tornado trying to fight them off but the two of them together just inevitably had more strength than the ticklish 5’8 lil freak, especially once they started squeezing at his sides and belly at the same time cause he just lost all motor function and curled up in a cackling, kicking ball on the floor.

- badger loves tickling jesse the most, he thinks it’s fucking hilarious. skinny pete usually just sits there and chuckles along, making comments like “damn how are u a grown ass man and ur still this ticklish?” “yo my cousin tried tickling me one time as a kid, and i elbowed her so hard she lost a fuckin tooth.” but that’s besides the point. sometimes badger will just be in one of his lil rambling episodes, talking about god knows what, and literally while talking will just reach over and start squeezing up and down jessie’s torso til he falls over. badger literally pretends like he’s not even tickling him, just continuing telling his story to pete while jesse is a hysterical fucking mess right beside him.

okay it’s 3am and i’m too tired to continue this but i might continue with more cause i want to tickle jesse Myself but if i can’t have that this is the next best thing

#tickle community #tickling #tickle headcanons #jesse pinkman #ticklish!jesse #breaking bad #should i be using main tags? i do not care.

[amazingmsme]

Drenched and Seeking Revenge

AN: The day has finally arrived! The 1 Tuck Everlasting prompt I got! For real tho, I loved writing this one. I missed my sad immortal boys. The Tuck brothers are the most siblings ever

Being around each other always brought out the worst in the Tuck brothers. Or rather, it brought out the worst in Jesse, seeing as Miles could actually behave himself.

It had been a harmless prank. Jesse wrapped a rubber band around the shower nozzle at the kitchen sink and aimed it perfectly so it would spray him in the face when he went to wash his hands. It had worked flawlessly, drenching the front of his shirt entirely.

Jesse burst into laughter from his spot on the couch. Miles wiped the water from his face, slinging it off his hand. He shook his head, a low chuckle escaping.

"Ohoho, you're so dead," he said, marching into the living room. Jesse's eyes widened and he bolted from the couch. However, he didn't get very far. Miles grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him back. He made a strangled choking sound as the fabric cut into his neck and pulled him backwards. Miles's arm replaced the cloth around his neck as he locked him in a chokehold. He scrubbed his knuckles on his scalp, giving him a harsh noogie.

"Ah- aah okay! Okay I'm sorry!" he cried. He could feel the wet shirt press against him as he roughhoused with his brother.

"Oh you will be," Miles growled, tweaking his ribs. He smirked when Jesse yelped and did it again. He let him go only to wrap him in a hug from behind, squeezing up and down his sides.

"M-Mihihiles! Plehehease, I'm sohohorry!" he pleaded, squirming in his arms. Miles shook his head, digging underneath his ribcage on both sides, drawing out loud, shrill laughter.

"You didn't think I'd forgotten, did you?" he asked, fingers flying up to scribble behind his ears. Jesse shrieked and scrunched his neck, trapping his hand there.

"Whahahat?"

"You used to always provoke me into playing with you like this," Miles said, an annoyed yet fond smile finding his face. Jesse blushed, kicking his legs to try and break free. Miles thwarted the effort with a few well placed squeezes on his knee, bringing him crumbling to the ground. "And don't act like you didn't," he added when he saw Jesse was about to protest.

"Lihihihies!" he cried out, squealing when Miles targeted both knees as a result.

"It's the cold hard truth and you know it! If you didn't know I'd seek some kind of revenge, you wouldn't have done it in the first place," he reasoned, scratching behind his knees. He snorted, kicking his legs frantically. Bubbly giggles filled the air, and Miles found himself laughing along. Jesse's laugh had always been infectious.  Maybe that was why this was his go-to form of punishment.

"Shuhuhut uhuhup!" he whined, slapping at his hands weakly.

"No you shut up," he replied childishly, grinning from ear to ear. He squeezed up his thighs to his hips, driving him up the wall.

Jesse had a tendency to snort a lot when he laughed. It always embarrassed him, but his family thought it was endearing. Miles loved nothing more than to tease him about it.

"There are those famous Jesse Tuck snorts!" he laughed, drilling his thumbs in the divots of his hips. Jesse groaned through his laughter, managing to roll over.

"Ohoho you ahahass! Quihihit ihihit!"

"Name calling? You clearly haven't learned your lesson," he said. Jesse shook his head frantically.

"Nohoho dohohon't!" He was crawling away when his brother grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back. He was already giggling like mad, his hysterics reaching new heights when Miles attacked.

He didn't keep it up for much longer, but for Jesse it might as well have been eons.

"You're thehe worst," he panted. Miles rolled his eyes, thumping Jesse's ear.

"Watch it. I could've been way meaner," he warned.

"I don't doubt it," Jesse mumbled, sitting up.

"You want that to happen again? Just pull another prank and see what happens." Miles stood to his feet, patting his brother's shoulder as he walked past. Jesse stuck his tongue out at him once his back was turned.

Jesse didn't pull another prank...

Until the next day.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #jesse tuck #miles tuck #tuck everlasting #tuck everlasting fic #tuck everlasting tickle fic #ticklish!jesse #day 19: revenge

[tickle-bugs]

Stupid in Love

Summary: Nick Miller is completely, 100% normal about all things Jessica Day. Including her smile, her laugh--ah, fuck. He's doomed. NickJess ft. pining!Nick

Anon: I just saw you write for New Girl! I am in my yearly rewatch of the show so I am so happy you write for it! Maybe the loft gang and CeCe can be playing a game of true American and somehow during the game it comes out that Jess is incredibly ticklish. Everyone is too focused on the game to use it to their advantage at the moment, but nick remembers and maybe later when him and Jess are together, he decided to test his new found knowledge and see just how ticklish Jess really is.

While this isn’t set during a particular episode, I was thinking HEAVILY about s2 ep15, Cooler. One of the greatest episodes of the whole show, hands down. I just wanted to write pining Nick tbh.

True American is the best goddamn game ever invented. It defines a man at his core level. Everything that’s ever mattered to Nick is on the line in this game. His dignity, his pride, his dignity…

He honestly can’t remember what they’re playing for. Something involving the sink. Or a drink? Unclear, but irrelevant. Nick is the king of an aluminum can palace and his citizens will thrive under his leadership. This is his birthright. 

They’re playing True American: Catan Edition tonight. Each player defends their own small nations and attempts to crush the others, throwing their leaders to the molten lava below. It’s the smartest thing Winston’s ever come up with. 

“Duel for my amusement,” Nick slurs, waving his paper towel roll scepter around. The cardboard crown on his head slips down over his eyes. Cece blows a raspberry at him. He lobs a balled-up piece of paper at her. 

Jess plays a fanfare into her backup kazoo—Schmidt threw away her main one—and draws angry eyebrows onto the smiley face of her country’s flag. A declaration of war. 

Sober Jess is all for political progress and human rights, but Drunk Jess? Maniacal, power-hungry, and so very hot.

Focus, Miller. 

“Two, four, six, eight! Who do we appreciate?” Jess climbs onto one of the kitchen chairs and puts a colander on her head. A warrior’s helm. Nick smiles at her. 

In their corner of the living room, Winston and Schmidt whisper furiously. At some point in the last hour, Winston had ascended to Grand Advisor of Schmidt’s Creek. Schmidt had lost the ability to speak after can number two, when Cece had flirted him out of all of his natural resources and a third of his land. Nick had been trying to think of how to poach Winston to Nicklandia, but he couldn’t think of a plan that didn’t involve saying ‘please’ until he passed out. 

“Schmidt’s Creek will not challenge today!” Winston crushes his beer can against Schmidt’s forehead. Schmidt doesn’t even blink.

“Ruth Gader Binsburg! I challenge your weird little colony, Jess,” Cece shouts, messily hopping onto the chair next to Jess. They start some combination of swatting at each other and clutching on for dear life. Schmidt looks up at Cece like a drunk, lovesick puppy. Nick rolls his eyes.

Thank god he doesn’t look like that.

Does he look like that?

Shit. He’s missing the game. 

“Yeah? Guess what—” Jess knocks her knuckles against the colander helmet, winces, and then points at Cece— “I’m the Queen of England, bitch.” 

Nick’s not sure what’s elapsed in the apparently three years since he was last paying attention, but he knows by the way that Cece gasps that someone’s dying on the living room and/or kitchen floor tonight. Jess cackles and puts her hands on her hips. They start yelling, but even if they’re saying real human words, which he’s pretty sure they’re not, he’s not processing it. Jess looks so stupid in that little holey hat—someone should invent a word for that thing—and she’s adorable. 

Nick leans his cheek on his palm and smiles wider. Does she know her nose scrunches when she’s annoyed? 

Nick leans a little too far and loses his balance. Half of his aluminum fortress tumbles down. When he looks back up, Jess and Cece haven’t budged. Or blinked. Cece squints at Jess and it’s clear the conversation has ascended to psychic levels that even Drunk Nick can’t access. He tries though. Mostly gives himself a headache. 

Something in their eye conversation must shift, because Cece gets this look on her face. Like pure, concentrated mischief. The aura off of her is so powerful that everyone scoots back a bit. Cece starts stretching and cracking her knuckles. 

“Waitwaitwait, Cece, you don’t have to do this.” Jess holds her hands up in immediate surrender, but she’s smiling hard enough to brighten the room. A little nervous giggle picks up in the back of her throat and she starts to turn pinker than the boxed rosé that forms her section of the living room. 

“Oh, but I do. Surrender. Now.” Cece points to the floor. Which is lava. Cruel way to go. 

Jess looks at her best friend with the kind of profound resignation only possible when piss drunk. She sighs deeply, staring at the floor…

And then launches herself at Cece with a war cry. 

Cece doesn’t even flinch. She catches Jess, smirks, and starts tickling her sides with vicious precision. Jess lets out a giggly shriek and crumples, sinking right down into the lava. The colander tumbles off of her head and rolls into Nick’s fortress. 

The sound worms itself into Nick’s brain, taking up residence alongside all the other little Jess things that drive him nuts. It distracts him hard enough that by the time Winston arises as Supreme Leader of the Loft, Nick can’t even trace the path of his defeat. 

………

Even when sobriety beats them over the head the next morning, Nick can remember nothing but the sweet music of Jess’s laugh. And the shape of her smile. 

God he’s hopeless. 

The slow march of the week brings some relief in the sense that a) Nick remembers that he really doesn’t do the whole ‘feelings’ thing and b) alcohol makes anyone look like an angel walking the earth. He is a grown ass man and Jess is an annoying little craft goblin. He can be normal. She’s normal. No need to get worked up over her.

“You look like Mr. Rogers’s grumpy cousin.” Jess snickers, fiddling with the sleeve of Nick’s hideous cardigan. 

“You done? You finished?” He pulls his sleeve away from her. It’s really Schmidt’s, which she very well knows. Nick’s only wearing it because Schmidt’s being weird about Cece again, and the only way to survive that is to bend to his will. Schmidt’s already dehydrated himself twice this week trying to show off his muscles more, Nick doesn’t want to add to that by making the guy cry. He’d never stop.

Jess, however, doesn’t seem to understand the magnitude of this manly sacrifice. She’s too busy laughing at him. 

“Mmmm, no, I don’t think I am. You look like a Muppet.” She pinches his cheek. He rolls his eyes. 

“Well, that’s just a compliment.” 

“No, no. You look like the bird. The bird with the eyebrows—“ Jess pauses as her giggles overtake her— “You look like Sam the Eagle.” 

Jess folds over into his shoulder with laughter and smacks his chest. The warmth of it almost distracts him from the comment. 

Almost. 

“Yeah, laugh it up, Jess. C’mere—“ He drags her across the couch by the ankle and latches onto her sides. She makes that adorable sound again, that giggly shriek, and flails like a worm on a hook. She tries to push his face away. He swats her hands aside like it’s nothing. When reaches for him again—futile, really—he snatches her wrists in one hand, pins them down, and tickles with the other. 

Her whole face burns. He chooses to ignore it for both of their sakes. 

“Let me know when you’re ready to apologize. Take your time.” He does a little pinchy thing with his fingers and Jess lets out a high-pitched mess of syllables. She throws her head back and cackles, arching up into him. 

“Hmm, yeah, see none of that sounded like ‘You’re the best, Nick Miller’. Try again.” He pokes all over her torso, fast and wild. He lets go of her and adds his other hand into the mix. Every time she tries to talk, he speeds up, making her laugh at his silliness along with his hands. She kicks her legs and lets out a little giggly growl. Nick smiles so wide his cheeks hurt. 

“Nick!” She grabs his wrists but doesn’t stop him. His stomach flips. She’s so overwhelming. 

“That’s my name.” He skitters his fingers up her ribs to distract himself from the lump in his throat. 

Jess flails and nearly takes them both off the couch and into the next life. Nick catches himself before he collapses on top of her, but it puts their faces mere inches apart. The space of a breath. He can see the faint freckles across her nose, all brought forth by the pink flush down her cheeks and neck. As she catches her breath, lips parted, her laughter simmers low in her chest. He brushes her hair out of her face. His hand lingers on her cheek. 

Her eyes crinkle when she smiles. Does she know that? 

Nick gets the deep, burning urge to kiss her senseless. To download all these embarrassing, vulnerable thoughts from his brain to hers. To show her how deep this goes. To drink of her like the wine at restaurants he can never afford. 

No. Not like this. She deserves better than this.

Than him.

He starts to pull away, awkwardly clearing his throat. Jess surges forward and Nick’s stupid little monkey brain gleefully claps its hands together, shouting this is it! It’s happening! Nick’s brain activity screeches to a halt. He stares at her mouth and freezes. 

Jess flips them over and starts tickling his ears like some kind of insane supervillain. 

“No! Jessica!” He turtles and attempts to fling himself to safety. All he accomplishes is hanging off the back of the couch, leaving his knees in reach of Jess’s evil nails—

One day he will be smart about Jessica Day, but he concedes that it won’t be today. But as she destroys him and Schmidt’s stupid, hopefully inexpensive cardigan, he secretly hopes the day never arrives. 

#my fics #new girl #nickjess #ticklish!jess day #jess day #nick miller #not v proud of this one but it was fun attempting nick's inner voice #hope u enjoy new girl anon! thank u for ur patience <3

[supernatural-tickle-blog]

I feel like jesse pinkman is the kind of guy to start tickle fights over litterally everything

Like, your feeling sad? Tickle fight.

Your angry at him and he doesn't know how to cheer you up? Tickle fight.

He wants to play video games with you and you don't want to? Tickle fight.

Your sad and laying in bed? Tickle fight.

He loves to see you laugh and just hear you giggle.

#jesse pinkman x male reader #i want tickles #tickle headcanons #ler!jesse #lee! reader #ticklish! reader

[toadallytickles]

Do you ever use someone's body hair (a la a happy trail) as a means of tickling them? if so, are they even more ticklish cuz of it?

Like tickling and playing with their body hair to tickle them? Yeah~ I like to do that especially with armpit and leg hair at the start of the session.. just lightly tickle and play with the hair to tease right into the nerves~. Works wonders if they’re susceptible to light tickles~.

“Wow, if teasing and tickling just your body hair gets you this giggly, just wait until I dig my fingers in~.” 🤭

#hairy legs make me so feral omg 😛 #Clay’s… u n f~ 💦 #so soft and furry #I know this is a Ler Jess question but I think my armpits are more ticklish when they’re hairy~ #also it actually turns me on when my armpit hair is played with but whatever~ #idk.. it just feels so relaxing and so good I can’t explain it. #It’s a similar warm feeling like when my bellybutton is played with.. but totally different spots lol #winter is coming.. currently growing out the winter coat~ #my posts #answered #ask #anon #tickle community #tickles

[mike-the-switch]

Anons are right and they should say it! Your teases are delightful, this is a threat and a promise 🔫

You're so sweet, Jess! Thank you so much 💙💙

#tickling community #sweet asks #jess is ticklish

[spiderlyla]

Something fluffy I like is the thought of Miguel utilising his claws for comfort reasons. Like using them to softly scratch your scalp in a very soothing manner. Running those claws through your hair, intending to make you drowsy and blissful, all the more sweet to cuddle because you go all limp against him.

Or using those claws to trace across your skin. Flashing you a teasing smile if you laugh or say it's ticklish, he'll murmur about how that's good, he's missed your smile. And yet he's so gentle you can't move away, you let him get away with it because he makes it feel so nice.

Claws ❤️

Afternoons- Miguel o'hara

tags: gn!reader × miguel o'hara

genre: toothrotting fluff

warnings: none. written in lowercase :)

a.n: this is so cute it brought back my will to write full peices.

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these lazy afternoons were something miguel lived for.

lazy afternoons where he could hear the city traffic bustling outside, everyone rushing around the skies of nueva york, trying to get where they needed to be. lazy afternoons where the sun was creeping into his bedroom through the cracks between the blinds. lazy afternoons where the room smells like sleep, and that lavender candel you always light up before you go to sleep.

lazy afternoons where he can see you laying down beside him, tangeled up in his wine coloured duvets. mouth slightly agap, your hair a mess, all cuddled up and cozy and nesting next to him, wearing absolutely nothing. seeing you like this made his heart swell.

he moved to brush your hair out of your face, his claws slightly protruding from his fingertips. he pushed the hair back, then gently began to massage your scalp, making sure to keep his claws at their current length as not to hurt you.

a smile crept onto his face when you stirred a little. a contended sigh escaped your lips, as you unconsciously leaned into his touch. he kept his hand in your hair, untangling it so you wouldn't have to struggle with it when you eventually get out of bed.

"mig," you let out a pleased, sleepy moan. "goodmornin'.." miguel chuckled, maroon eyes never leaving your face. "goodmorning, mi sol."

you smiled at the nickname. "what time is it? 'm late for work. boss' gonna be so mad." you wanted to move away, but miguel's fingers in your hair felt like heaven. his claws scratching right where you needed them. "i called in for you, said you weren't feeling well. I'm sure they can do without you for a day, amor."

"what about your work?" you worried so much about him and his work, often prioritising it over you, and he just wouldn't have that. miguel moved his free hand to your thigh, tracing your bare skin with his clawed fingertips. "don't worry about it, i told LYLA to have jess be in charge."

you hummed in reply. usually you put up a fight of some sort, telling him that he needs to go, but today you were feeling a little selfish it seems. or maybe it was that sensation running across your entire body, sending ripples of comfort everywhere.

"mig—ah, this feels so nice." you arch your back a little and snuggle a little closer to his chest. miguel mumbles lazily, "that's good, baby.." your skin feels so soft, looking beautiful with all those marks he left on you the day before.

he keeps playing in your hair, keeps hovering his hands over your thigh and tracing your curves. miguel's claws reached your waist, and you let out a giggle. he smiles at the sound and does it again, eliciting another giggle out of your pretty lips.

he swears he could get drunk on the sound.

your eyes open a little, and you see him grinning at you. "it tickles."

"what does?" he does the same motion again, very obviously tickling your side. your giggles turn into laughter, laughter that fills miguel's chest with warmth.

"mig, mig—honey, wait—wait!" you flop on your back and he laughs, now gaining access to both your sides. he moves on top and the tickles don't stop. you're both wide awake and the sounds of your shared childish laughter fills the air around you. you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him in between giggles, finally distracting him enough to have him stop tickling you.

miguel, now too focused on the kiss, pulls you on top of him and deepens it. one hand is on your waist, still, the other on your rear, tracing circles. once you pull back, you smile at him and lazily place your head on his hard torso.

he goes back to running his fingers through your hair and lets himself relax, your weight on him and your soft breathing calming his nerves.

"should get out of bed." your voice sounded half-asleep and you didn't make any attempts at getting off of him. miguel closed his eyes and rested against the fluffy pillows, sleep finding him once more.

"yeah, baby, we should."

neither of you moved till hours later.

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[eliastk]

[Lloyd-lego ninjago and Jess-oc]

Even after the merge Lloyd is definitely still as ticklish as ever, makes him great to squeeze! This man deserves so many little pokes and tickles

Second image is him and my oc Jess( a lil ocxcanon ship)

I belive in Lee Lloyd and we need more of him!!

#ninjago tickling #tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle art #sfw tickling community #tickle scenarios #ninjago tickle #lee!lloyd

[cappincooks]

𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗸.

pairing: jesse pinkman x gender-neutral reader

type: fluff

overview: you were woken up by jesse forgetting to stop the microwave timer before it goes off at 2 am.

you felt shifting from across the bed you shared with jesse. it felt like he was careful and intentionally being gentle to not wake you up. though this wasn't different from any other night. he usually gets up in the middle of the night to take a leak, so you drift back to sleep.

"ah shit shit shit shit, fuck-"

you hear jesse screaming in lowercase letters from the kitchen, it was filled with the sound of your microwave beeping. shifting your heavy eyes from the ceiling, you check the time on your bedside clock: 2:03 am.

sighing, you decided to sit yourself up on your bed and checked up on him. "...jess?"

"uh yeah yeah, sorry. i forgot to turn the damn thing off in time." you hear him pushing some buttons. "i got hungry. wanna eat with me?"

you were dozing off while he was explaining the commotion, to your defense you did get woken up abruptly a few hours earlier than you were supposed to.

hearing only silence, jesse poked his head in your bedroom and saw you were sleeping. he quietly approached your side and covered you in your blanket, which woke you up.

"huh? oh yeah, i could join you. sorry i dozed off, just tired is all."

"nah, you could sleep in if you want to." he tenderly touched your cheek. his eyes were piercing enough to make you feel giddy like you were finally talking to your high school crush, but soft enough to let you know everything would be okay.

you put your hand on top of his, which was resting on your cheek. "it's fine, i kinda got hungry too." you kiss his hand before you stood up from the bed to enter the dimly lit kitchen.

"what'd you make anyway?"

"uhh, poptarts."

"didn't grab your good 'ol funyuns?" you looked back in his direction, quietly giggling.

"oh i would if i could yo, but we ran out of those a few days ago, like zero. but i could make you eggs if you want?" you could hear jesse's quiet footsteps from behind you.

"my boyfriend? cooking? in what world?" you giggled as you leaned on his kitchen island as you fixate your sight on him approaching you with a smirk.

there was no light turned on in the kitchen, just the natural light coming from the moon slithering in through his window blinds was shining on his face. it was enough for you to adore him.

as he was approaching you, his eyes never left yours. his arms found their way to your waist like it was second nature to him already. you do the same thing to him, hopefully, you make him feel loved as he does with you.

"i can cook." his voice raspy, he smirks. his face inches away from yours, he playfully rubs his nose against your own.

"mhm. sure you can." you sleepily replied.

"yeah i can. if it's for you, i can do anything."

you felt a ticklish feeling in your stomach. you were always like this whenever you were with jesse. he just makes you feel amazing, special, loved. you don't know how he does it.

you figured jesse wouldn't notice your overly blushing face in the dark, but he apparently did.

"cute." he remarks.

you rub his cheek, "what is?"

"you're blushing." he chuckles.

"shut up pinkman." you gently pushed him away as you laughed, embarrassed.

he smoothly picks himself up from your push and picked up a pan. hopefully it was clean? both of you hate doing the dishes.

"pinkman," he stopped in his tracks, fixating on the frying pan. "it suits you." he says nonchalantly while grabbing some eggs from the fridge.

you were an even bigger blushing mess now. what did he mean by that? like, did he mean marrying you? or was it something random?

he looks over his shoulder, chuckling when he noticed you were silent. "relax, babe. your face was just really pink earlier so. pinkman. get it?"

"oh," you laughed the embarrassment off.

"one day though." he winks at you as he started frying up some eggs.

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[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Ollo! I got a smutty prompt for you!

"Open your legs for me. I wanna see you."

or if that doesn't spark inspiration... "That noise... keep making it."

with 🤔 Mayday or Jesse

Whatever one sparks inspiration!!!

😘💜💜💜

hiii bestie, thank you so much for this prompt. I elected to go with Mr. Husband himself for this one, with the first prompt. enjoy! <3

Pretty Like This

Summary: Mayday is determined to ensure you know how much you effect him.

Warnings: 18+ so minors scram, there isn't actual sex but it's very heavily implied; f!reader, implied first time/virginity loss, fluff, light dirty talk/praise kink

Word Count: 515

Chest heaving with shuddering breaths, you peer up at Mayday where he kneels on the bed. In the low light, his tanned, scarred skin seems to glow faintly from within, burnished bronze. His hair, tucked behind his ears, curls in cascading waves over his shoulders; his face is draped in shadow, his eyes twin pinpricks of lust, pupils blown. Hands resting on his toned thighs, Mayday’s gaze sweeps over you, leaving a scorching trail of goosebumps.

His tongue darts out to idly wet his lips as he gazes down at you. “So beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Swallowing heavily, you shift, nerves and discomfort prickling beneath your skin. “Th-Thanks.” 

“You still don’t believe me, do you, cyare?” Mayday hums in quiet contemplation. “Will you let me prove it to you? Will you try to see yourself how I see you?” 

Exhaling shakily, you nod. 

“Perfect,” he says, a smile twitching his lips. His hands slide across his thighs to ghost up over your calves to your knees where they’re pressed together. “Open your legs for me, cyare. I want to see you.” 

Relaxing at the familiar warmth of his skin against yours and the easy, comforting smile on his face, you slowly let him ease your legs apart. His gaze remains on yours until your thighs are fully splayed, heated core bare to him. Only then does Mayday allow his gaze to drop. Trailing his hands down the insides of your thighs, you shiver at the ticklish sensation, biting off a moan when his calloused thumbs gently spread your folds. 

“You look so pretty for me like this,” Mayday murmurs. “So open and willing, so trusting. Your eyes haven’t left my face since we started. Will you look at what you do to me, my love?” 

Nodding, you let him tilt your head down so that your gaze lands on his cock, thick and flushed, a bead of precum shining at the tip. You can’t catch the whine that rakes out of your throat. 

“May,” you breathe. “Please.” 

His dark eyes find yours once again as he leans down to press a kiss to the inside curve of your knee. “Please what, cyare?” 

Electricity zings up your skin at the contact, his beard scraping your skin pleasantly. For a moment, your brain short-circuits, jaw falling slack at the sight of him being so tender with you even as his cock bobs gently with his heartbeat, clearly eager to claim you as his. Then his words catch up to you, and you blink. 

“I- I don’t know,” you admit. “Just want you.” 

Mayday huffs a gentle chuckle. “I’m right here, my love.” 

Crawling over your body, Mayday props himself up on one forearm by your head, his body heat searing and comforting all at once. His other hand squeezes your hip before dipping to your slick folds. The pads of his fingers circle your clit, and you jerk at the feeling. 

“Shh.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple at the same time that he eases one finger into you. “I’ve got you.” 

He’ll always have you. 

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[masterjedilenawrites]

I have a request if you’re feeling up for it :)

I wanted to know what each clone’s S/O does to get them flustered? 🤔 like all blushy, stuttering, etc? Is it words from their S/O? Light touches?(ticklish,sensitive,etc) I was in a fluffy mood and you are a good writer. I shall pay you in llamas pls & thank u ✨🦙 🦙🦙🦙

Ooh hard to pass up a deal for llamas. But first I need to know, are they smelly? Do they get along with cats? And can they survive on a small apartment balcony?

Cody, Wolffe, and Wrecker melt over sweet and kind gestures. Gentle touches are a big one. It sends such pleasant tingles across their skin and they cannot comprehend how they could possibly deserve such softness. Another is being taken care of, such as their armor being cleaned or being cooked a nice meal. They won't be able to find the words to express how such acts make them feel. 

Tup, Dogma, and Thorn will be flushed, stuttering messes over just about anything. Seriously, any kind of attention goes straight to their hearts without a fight, and comes spilling over in the most frazzled and adorable of ways. We're talking compliments, being thanked, brushing arms as they move by, seeing their S/O blush... These three are immediately red as a tomato and utterly helpless.

Hardcase, Tech, and Mayday would need it laid on them real thick before they're even aware. Simple brushes of the hand won't do the trick, they need their head caressed in both hands. Sweet words or silly pet names? No, they need to be taken aside, looked in the eye, and told just how handsome or strong they are. Then they'll start stuttering and blushing.

Fox, Rex, and Echo will get worked into a tizzy any time their S/O shines the spotlight on them in public. Behind closed doors, they are totally fine hearing compliments, holding them close, being doted on. But around others, they cannot function with that attention. It's not even out of embarrassment or anything; the gestures just hit them that much deeper when they're on display.

Fives, Jesse, and Crosshair aren't too easily thrown off their game, but there is one simple thing that will make their brains short circuit: their S/O's smile. They dream about that smile. It is the single most dazzling, beautiful, perfect thing they have ever seen in their entire lives, and it will make them seize up and swoon, without fail, every single time. 

Kix, Hunter, and Gregor are more likely to be flustered over things that are... uh, less than innocent, shall we say. They don't bat an eye at the fluffy stuff. It's still enjoyable, don't get them wrong, but they won't be turning pink just by holding hands. No, their blushes only come out when touched teasingly elsewhere, or at suggestive turns of phrase, or even at flirty winks. 

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[ticklishfiend]

no one look at me but i just finished breaking bad and…………..lee jesse. that’s all imma say.

#he is so ticklish i know it i can feel it in my loins #he’s such a little guy!!! a lil angry guy #and we all know little angry guys are the most ticklish and the most deserving of tickles obviously #i may post hcs of lee jesse and i don’t expect anyone to care this is for Me i have brainrot #also this does not concern walter. even thinking abt walt in a tk context makes me wanna barf in my mouth and then spit it on him myself #tickling #tickle community

[lopsicle]

Writing while your tired is hard :( but tickletober is worth it, as long as you all keep enjoying my fics and I have an excuse to write! There may be some days that I end up missing though, mainly because I don’t like the prompt too much, anyway

British ‘people’ are liars

Tickletober Day 5: I’m not ticklish

Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse

Pairing: Lee! Hobie Brown and Ler! Gwen Stacy (Platonic)

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets a little heated when Gwen doesn’t believe Hobie’s telling the truth.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, not proofread (gimme a break, I’m sleepy)

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‘I’m tellin’ you mate, I’m just not ticklish,’ Hobie said, almost amused as he kept on denying the truth to his friend. The punk laid back on the couch, his long arms and legs hanging off the edges while his head laid tilted towards Gwen.

It had only been a couple weeks since Gwen had moved in with Hobie, though ‘move in’ would be putting it lightly. The only things Gwen had at that point was the clothes on her back, and a small bag of essentially Jess had given her. That wasn’t to say things were totally awkward though, the two had been on plenty of missions together before and had grown decently close, nothing past work friends though. Hobie was just accommodating, even with what little he could have in his home dimension his door was always open to his friends.

Things were still slightly awkward, mainly for Gwen as she felt like she’d been intruding on his space for a while, even though Hobie really didn’t mind. Some days, she could be so quiet he’d have half the mind to forgot she was living there. That’s why he was the one suggested truth or dare, to try and air out any tension that had been wracked in the spider woman’s brain.

Even though now he seemed to be taking the truth out of truth or dare.

‘You know, everyone’s ticklish Hobie, you can’t just be immune,’ Gwen told him, sitting on the floor with her legs criss-crossed. Despite her meagre reluctance at the start of the game, since she only accepted out of politeness to Hobie, she was really beginning to shed her true skin at this non-serious argument.

‘Nah, I’m just different, init,’ he smirked, staring back up at the ceiling like he’d won. Gwen just rolled her eyes, rubbing her temples.

‘I can’t understand a single word you’re saying half the time,’ the blonde sighed, shuffling a little closer to the couch as she aimlessly poked Hobie’s side, hoping for him to let out some kind of giggle or squeak or even just to move away from her fingers but it was like she wasn’t even there to him.

‘Are you tryna dig out my insides or somet’? I told you, I’m not ticklish. There’s no point in try-ihihing!’ His lanky body practically caved in on itself as Gwen’s nails dug right into that delicate spot below his bottom set of ribs. Her eyes widened as did his, though a little smirk crawled onto her face. In a second, she had hopped up onto the couch and straddled Hobie’s hips, pinning him under her weight.

‘You know, I didn’t think you’d lie to me, especially after you-,’ she pokes him in the ribs again, ‘suggested this game!’ With just one little discovery about her host, it was like the floodgate of her personality had been fully opened, acting more playful now then she probably ever had.

‘I dihihihidn’t! I’m nahahahat tihcklihihish!!’ Hobie still tried to lie, though try was putting it nicely. He was making zero effort to hold back all those snickers that were freely pouring out of his mouth. The boy’s lips curled into an even wider smile, clearly amused by riling Gwen up with his blatant lying.

‘Really? Not ticklish, hm? Where’s all this laughter coming from then?’

The blonde asked, leaning down a little to look him in the eye. As she did so, her fingers quickly crawled up all his ribs, using them like a ladder until she reached his armpits. Hobie kicked and bucked around her more wildly for that, shoving his heels against the end of the couch which caused him to ride up it even more. The back of his head was now leaning against the couch arm, with his arms squished to either side of him.

‘I-I duhuhuhuhnno!! Rehahahahahal myhahahstery, yohahahu knahahahaw!’ Hobie chuckled to himself, before yelping loudly once he felt Gwen’s long nails wriggle about in his armpits.

‘I could just keep tickling you until you tell me the truth, I wouldn’t really mind doing that, but I’m not sure someone as ticklish as you could take it.’ Gwen challenged Hobie, making sure to sink her nails right into the hollows of his armpits. The punk gasped and kicked his feet around as much as she could, batting his hands from side to side, doing whatever he could to not sit still and give into her.

In all honesty, it was probably some of the most fun they’d had together. Even if Hobie was insistent on getting away from the tickles and not being ticklish at the same time, the sensations weren’t torturously bad or even regularly bad for that matter. And Gwen was too lost in the moment to really think about it too much, really focuses on getting her roommate to squeal and laugh his head off.

‘Nahahaha poihihnt in ticklihihng sahahahahamone whahahaa ain’t tihihhicklish, mate!’ Hobie barked out, grinning from ear to ear at that point. Gwen laughed a little at that, not able to take his lies seriously anymore when they were coated in giggles and cackles.

‘Ahakay, sure your not, Hobo, but I’m sure there’s gonna be one little spot that’ll make you scream with laughter!’

And unluckily for Hobie, she found it pretty quick. As the drummer retracted her hands from his armpits, which was a little difficult seeing as how cramped his arms were, her nails ended up tracing just against the tip of his jawline, causing him to retract back and slap his hands over his mouth.

The two just stared at each other for a couple second but Gwen quickly broke this moment by plunging her hands forward, skittering her nails all over Hobie’s jawlines, which sent him ballistic.

‘GWEHEHEHEHEHEHN!! FIHAHAHAHANE, IHAHAHAAH’M TIHAHAHACKLISH, NAHAHAAHW STAHAHAHAP!!’

‘Really? Your ticklish? I had no idea!’

She got in the last tease all while his body flailed about desperately on the couch, his mouth was wide open as shrieking laughter tumbled out of him. The girl’s nails slowly left his body and she did too, hopping off his hips and standing next to the couch, giving him some time to recover.

‘Thank you, Gwendy,’ he huffed, stretching back while staring up at the ceiling, Gwen visible in the corner of his eye.

‘No problem,’ she said, though placed a hand to her hip curiously. ‘Why’d you go through all the trouble to lie about though?’

Hobie just smirked to himself, resting with his hands behind his head.

‘Because I knew it’d get you to open up like that.’

#sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle content #tickletober2023 #augtickletober2023 #spiderverse tickle #across the spiderverse #lee hobie #lee hobie brown #ler gwen #ler gwen Stacy #ticklish hobie brown

[thebest-medicine]

Day 23: Incoherent

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Fjord, brief lee!Jester

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Fjorester my beloved. I need their silly energy in my life. Little snippet of Jester tickling Fjord and then asking him to do the same to her (a lil fluff, a little sexy, whatever ya feel *eyebrow waggle*)

Words: 1,050

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“Ah. Oh no. No- no Jessie- ahaHAWAIT!” Fjord squealed before descending into giddy laughter. 

“Wait? What do you want me to wait for?” Jester asked innocently — her fingers, on the other hand, were quite guilty of the quick, nimble scribbling they’d begun inflicting on Fjord’s sides.

His head shook side to side against the pillow beneath it, occasionally bumping into his elbows on either side. His arms twitched and pulled against the silks tethering them to their bed above his head. Jester’s fingers sent electric tingles up his bared torso everywhere they touched. They plucked at his sides and then began spidering wildly over his belly. 

“Aha- I can’t- I hehehehe- AHAHAHA AHH NOHOHOHO- THAHAT TICKLES! THAT TICKLES HAHA- AHAHA JESS!” 

“Well, duh, Fjord! It’s supposed to tickle!” 

The next few minutes were hazy — fuzzy in the best sort of way. Jester was smiling at him, tickling and teasing him to bits. She brought out so much in him that he hadn’t expected, and she had so many silly, wonderful ideas for expressing affection. In the midst of one, she squeezed at his hips a few times, getting a yelp for her efforts.

“I can’t believe how cute you are when you’re getting tickled Fjord! Your face is so cute! I have to draw it for you some time.” 

“NOHOHOHO!” Fjord cried through his cackles.

Jester’s grin widened as she got an idea. A few more quick squeezes to Fjord’s abdomen and she pushed up, hauling herself off of his hips and running over to her sketch book. 

Fjord took a few deep breaths, some broken up with lingering laughter, and stared at the ceiling as he happily accepted the short break. “Wh- what are you planning now?” He asked — sounding a little teasing and giddy, and a lot nervous.

Jester spun around, a smirk on her face as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. In her hand, she held up her sketching pencil. 

Fjord swallowed, watching her. His giggling started back up again. 

Jester perched atop him, eyes hungry. He felt his stomach twist with anticipation, excitement, and nerves. She took the pencil in her hand as though to start a lovely drawing, except that she had the pointy end up. 

Fjord shook his head. Jester nodded encouragingly, the hand not holding her pencil grabbed at the top of his underwear and pulled the waistband down a bit. She lightly drug the back of the pencil back and forth over his hip. Fjord gasped and burst into giggles. His legs kicked out on the bed behind Jester. 

“Ahaha no- nonono!” Fjord whined. 

“Yes yes yes!” Jester chirped in response. She drew figures and circles and whimsical patterns all over the lower section of his tummy, the front of his ribs and chest, his sides, and even up into his armpits and along his neck. 

Tracing the pencil along each rib on one side as she made her way back down to his sides, Jester started wiggling and pinching along the other side of his torso with her free hand. 

Fjord’s laughter grew louder as he wriggled side to side at her two fronted assault. His smile could cause bones to melt, but his laugh was like a cannonball of delight. It was the sort of gut-deep, boisterous sound that ricocheted off the walls of the ship like thunder - and it was impossible for Jester not to grin in the middle of the storm. 

Dropping her pencil, she made a sound of delight and started scribbling up his sides. Fjord wheezed and cackled, his eyes squeezed shut with tears in the corners of them. 

Fjord was already pretty far gone, but he still reacted viscerally to the sound of Jester sucking in a deep breath. “NO- NAHAHAHA NOOO NAHAHOT THAT!” He pleaded.

“Aww, are you too ticklish?” 

“STAHAHAHOP HAHA NO- JES DON’T DO IHIHIHIT!” Fjord wailed.

“Oh alright… I’ll just give you a couple raspberries. Let me know if it tickles too much, okay Fjord?” 

Her fingers continued to scribble and crawl their way from his hips to his armpits, which would have had him in plenty of hysterics on its own. Her lips, adding poison to the dagger, pressed down softly on the middle of his belly before she let out a loud, ticklish vibration against his abs. 

Fjord pretended to ignore the shriek that fell from his lips when she started, and each additional squealing wail that followed when she continued.

“NAHA- STAH- I CAN’T AHHH HAHA AHAHAA-” His thundering cackles quickly devolved into shouts and gasps between wails of desperate laughter. 

 It wasn’t until her nails began to scratch unbearably under both of his arms and she decided to blow her next raspberry on his side that Fjord cried out “SP-SPRINKLE!” between hoarse booms of laughter. 

Jester withdrew with a grin, sitting upright over him and taking in his exasperated, ravaged state. “Wow, you did really good Fjord! I was pretty mean..” She winked. 

Fjord felt a blush rise to his cheeks in spite of his already warm face. “Heh, thanks.”

“Okay.” Jester leaned in, peppering his cheeks with kisses as she untied the silks from his wrists, leaving the restraints hooked up to the bed. “Okay, okay! Me next!!”

Blissed out smile on his face, Fjord took his jelly arms and wrapped them around Jester’s wiggling form, pulling her in close for a cuddle. “You’re too good at that.” He mumbled as he pulled her in to be the little spoon, both of them still giggling. “I’m so tired now, I need to nap first.” He sighed dramatically, closing his eyes as his legs wrapped around Jester’s. 

He pretended to start snoring, exaggerated and loud, and Jester squealed adorably. Then, “sleep-walking” fingers began to trace ticklish paths around Jester’s ribs and sides, over to her stomach, down near her hips. 

“Ah ehehe Fjord!” Jester squeaked out as she giggled harder. 

A loud snoring sound, and then Fjord mumbled. “Fjord’s sleeping.”

“Nohohoho he’s nohot! Fjord’s tickling!”

Another fake snore. “No he’s not. He’s sleeping.” Jester felt him take a deep breath, chest rising to press further into her back. A long, exaggerated snore. “But when he wakes up. He’s really gonna get you.” 

“Hehe hehehee oh nohoho-” 

#tickletober23 #tickletober 2023 #ticklish!fjord #jester has big ler / switch energy #critickle role #tickletober #mine #fluff #fjorester #fjord #jester lavorre #ticklish!jester #critical role #campaign 2 #mighty nein #m9 #fjorester fjluff #tickling #tickle fic #behold! I can write more than lee!caleb!

[viviseawrites]

wip wednesday: steddie fake dating au

aka: why even wear a skirt if you aren't gonna sit on your best friend's lap??

How is he meant to take in air when Eddie Munson’s sprawled over him, his shoulder pressed to Steve’s chest, his legs crossed over Steve’s? That scent invades his senses and seeps through his brain until it overtakes him entirely. Everything is Eddie. His smell, his warmth, his pale skin and dark leg hair and the edge of a vivid scar just revealed by the skirt, his hum of satisfaction as he relaxes into his new position. Steve licks his lips and tries not to sway forward that miniscule inch between his tongue and Eddie’s bony shoulder. He wants to bite.

Instead, he flexes his free hand and tentatively sets it on one of Eddie’s thighs, earning a pleased smirk from the man in question. He valiantly resists the urge to squeeze the soft flesh under his fingers. See Jesse try to make a move when Eddie’s wearing Steve’s fingerprints like a goddamn brand. He’s so fucked up.

“Comfy?” Eddie murmurs. His voice vibrates through Steve’s ribcage, shakes the bones around his heart. A cage around a wild animal, barely strong enough to contain it.

Steve clears his throat. “I’m, uh, yeah, I’m fine.”

The inside of his thigh is even silkier than Steve expected. Is Eddie sensitive there? Is he ticklish? Would he let Steve decorate him with indents of his teeth? God, would he let Steve nuzzle his nose there before Eddie grabbed him by the hair and redirected his focus where he wanted it?

He can’t think like this. Eddie’s his friend. It’s wrong, and Steve knows it, and still he feels his cock filling out and he prays his jeans hide it, smother it, because Eddie’s in his lap, and boners between friends take things into weird territory real fast in situations like this.

The goddamn wires aren’t just crossed; they’re torn out and twisted up and stripped bare. He’s offline.

#steddie #steddie fic #wip wednesday #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #boys in skirts #vivisea writes #fake dating au

[toadallytickles]

You've described yourself as a "feral" ler and that is lowkey THE MOST flustering thing to read. RIP leeboy#3276

Yes… I really like describing my Ler self as predatory… I get pretty primal and sadistic in a Ler headspace..~. Love treating little lees like prey toys.. so helpless and cute.. how easy it is to torture them by just tickling them.. it’s so delicious.. absolutely fuels me..~. How can I not go feral~? :3

#Ler Jess: will probably eat you #you should read how I describe my Ler mood in my Fetlife profile~ 😈 #let’s all thank Clay for the monster he’s awakened inside of me~ :) #Clay’s so so ticklish and so so cute though- how can you not wreck him like? he’s just existing and asking for it~ :) #leeboy no.3276 added to the menu 🍽️ #my posts #answered #ask #anon #tickle community #ticklish boys #tickles