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I want some lazy tickles.

Imagine being somewhere comfy, like your bed. Imagine being in some comfortable clothes, like pajamas. And imagine a day when you don't really have to do much.

Maybe the ler have you on their lap, or maybe you and your ler are cuddling each other. You could be watching one of those TV shows that you don't have to 100% focus on, or maybe you two are just enjoying each other's company, even the silence.

Imagine your ler slowly tracing their fingers on your spots as they hold onto you. Maybe they are gently tracing your sides, or maybe they're using one finger to give you back tickles. Maybe their fingers are doing a slow dance on your tummy, or they could be giving just a little bit of massage on your hip.

Sometimes your ler will tickle you with a little bit more intensity, because let's face it, your laughter is just so adorable. But besides the few surprises, the vibe would be very relaxing; it may even be enough to fall asleep together, with you and your ler intertwined together.

#sweet #aww #tickling #words

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We all know that the thighs are ticklish BUT the back of the thighs though.... JACKPOT. So go try that spot out on a lee/switch

#tickle content #tickle thoughts #tickling #legs are too good a spot man

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Day 26: Counting

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

A/N: Jester loves to tease. Caleb flusters easily.

[read on AO3]

Words: 550

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Caleb squirmed uselessly against the floor as Jester loomed over him, her weight tossed over his hips and her knees pinning his arms to his sides. His cheeks bloomed with the redness of a ripened tomato as he tried his best to close his eyes and block out Jester’s teasing. Her grin was wide as her fingers wiggled teasingly toward Caleb. 

“Jester- wait!” Caleb strained, eyes pleading up at her, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Okay! Fiiiiive.” As she spoke, her wiggling finger descended in time with her countdown. 

“Fooouuuur.” She drew each number out, words laced with teasing and joy. 

A strangled whine came from beneath her.

“Threeeeee.” A dramatic pause as she sucked in a deep breath.

“Twooooo.” She was getting close to the material of his shirt now.

“No no no no- Jester- Jester please!” Caleb squirmed as far as he could from the encroaching fingers. He could barely fight off the anxious giggles bubbling up in his chest, a few slipped through. 

“What is it, you’re not ready yet?” She pulled her hands back a few inches. “Do we need to count down from a bigger number so you have time to get ready?” 

“No! Please- Jester!” 

“Ten.”

“Nein! Don’t!” 

Jester snorted at that. “Eight!” 

Caleb kicked feebly behind her, knowing there was not much of a chance of evading a tickly tiefling attack once Jester or Molly had their sights set. Best to just get it over with - if only Jester would just do that.

“Seven… Six… Five… Four…” Jester’s nails wiggled closer and closer as Caleb lost the battle with fighting off his smile. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to tamper his giggles. Once his eyes were shut tight, a long few seconds passed without her saying anything else. 

Slowly, one of his eyes peaked open. Jester was beaming down at him, her eyebrows twisted into a faux-stern expression. “Are you paying attention? Do I need to start over at an even higher number so you can get ready?”

“Gods- Jester, don’t-” Caleb whined.

“Twenty-five.”

“Nehehein!”

“That’s not what comes next! It’s twenty-four! Don’t skip ahead!” 

Caleb whimpered through his anticipatory giggles. 

“Twenty-three… Twenty-two... Twenty-one... Twenty... Hey you know this next one! Nein-teen!”

Had he not been so high on adrenaline and anticipation, Caleb might have rolled his eyes at that. Or laughed - well, he still laughed. 

“Eighteen... Seventeen... Sixteen…”

“Nein- no no please- don’t count down- don’t count!”

Jester pouted, her hands drawing back to rest on her hips. “Well now you made me lose count again!” 

“Mein Gott- Jester, please!” 

“Do you want me to just start tickling you?” 

“Nein!” Caleb embarrassingly (see: adorably) squealed out in response. “I- I-”

“Well then I don’t know what you want me to do! You know how I draw all the time? My hands have to stay active! My fingers can only wait so long, they have to tickle!”

Caleb willed himself to melt through the floor. Instead, he just closed his eyes as a deflated whine came out of his throat. 

“How about we try again?” Jester grinned down at the blushing wizard. Her tail whipped side to side with excitement behind her. “Come on, open your eyes, I’ll start over-”

“Nein!”

#tickletober 6 months later #self reblog

[thebest-medicine]

[gnaws on the bars of my enclosure] [barks very loudly and annoyingly] I LITERALLY NEED TO BE TICKLED RIGHT NOW OR ELSE.

#same #tickling

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OF COURSE HE HAD TO BE TICKLISH DKDKDF THANK YOU DEAR AUTHOR 😍😍😍😍😍 get him good Sarah ❤️ - Sonno Koi Wa Ichigo No Youni | Ch. 10 Bonus

#cute #tickling #tickle content #manga #adorable #tickle art

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Day 25: Gang Tickles

Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - Campaign 1 Vox Machina - lee!Vax, lee!Vex, lee!Keyleth

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[read on AO3]

A/N: hello campaign 1 content mwah. I teetered with this one being for day 15 tickle fight or day 30 caught or day 24 pinned and ended up with where the story took me going with here, day 25 gang tickles. pls enjoy this vox machina hypothetical but then real tickle fight that quickly turns one-sided.

Words: 1.9k

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“Hm. What are the parameters again?” 

“No damage, just totally incapacitate or get them to give up from just tickling.” Keyleth brainstormed with her half-elven friend.

“I have to say, if anything goes outside of pain… I think you’d have the upper hand yourself, dear.” Vex responded with a smirk. “Remind me to stay on your good side.” 

Keyleth snorted at that.

“One thing’s for sure. Vax would lose.” Vex continued. 

“What? Is he really that bad?” 

“Oh, he’s hopeless.”

“Hope you’re not talking about me, sister.” Vax cut in, his eyes rolling as he slid up next to a snickering Keyleth at the table with drinks in hand.

“I am in fact.” She gave him a dangerous grin. “And I think you would agree on this.” 

Vax scoffed, taking a sip of his ale. “On what?” 

“Keyleth and I were just discussing who would win—and in your case, who would lose, in a tickle fight amongst the lot of us.” 

Vax made a disbelieving sound. “I would not! Not before you!” 

Vex’s jaw dropped open dramatically. “What? Me?” Her hand flicked up dismissively. “I grew out of that ages ago.” 

Vax smirked. “Ha!” He leaned forward across the table. “Should we see about that?”

Vex’s eyes widened for a second, giving her away. She rolled them dismissively and turned back to her druid companion. “Alright, alright. So Keyleth, you’re a contender for most dangerous, who else?” 

“Oh, are you now?” Vax asked, his eyes flicking from his sister to her. In an instant, fingers were prickling up along her sides. 

Keyleth squeaked, jerking forward before collapsing onto the table with giggles. Her hands moved to cover Vax’s where they wiggled gently against her sides. “Ehehe- hey!”

“No, no. See, as much as I’d love to root for you, I don’t think all those useful spells will be much help if you can’t even get the words out.” Vax teased before looking back over at Vex. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Counting me out, already — I’m fast, remember?” Vax faked a lurch in her direction and got a satisfying flinch from his sister. He winked in his twin’s direction before continuing. “What about Percy, hmm?”

“Hmmm.” She replied.

As Vax kept talking, his hands drew away from Keyleth as she lightly smacked at his tickling fingers. “Ha, well, without a weapon I don’t know how much of a chance he would stand… it would be hard to convince him, but can’t have him accidentally blowing someone’s arm off if they find a good tickle spot, after all.”

“Does he even have one of those?” Keyleth asked, still laughing and swatting Vax as he moved to sit down next to her.

“A girl can’t kiss and tell, you know.” Vex winked at her.

“I think Pike could probably put up a good fight. Scanlan, though, I don’t know.” 

“You know what? He’d probably like it—never give up.” Vex shuddered with a laugh. 

“Is Grog even ticklish?”

“That sounds dangerous to test out. If he’s on your side, everyone else is fucked.” 

“Ha, true.” Keyleth wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Anyway, Pike would probably know.”

“I would probably know what?” Pike asked as she returned.

“If Grog is ticklish!” Keyleth asked with a laugh. “And what about you, for that matter?” 

Pike looked at the three of them. Vex and Vax had goofy, embarrassed smiles. She stumbled over the next few words. “Wh- me? Heh, ticklish?”

“Are you?” Vex’ahlia wiggled her fingers with a teasing tone as Pike got into her seat at the table.

Pike swatted her away with a chuckle. “Heh, maybe a little.” 

Vax raised an eyebrow at her. “What about Grog, any weak spots?”

She crossed her arms, glanced back at where Grog was carrying the rest of the ales for the group over. “Why do you want to know?” 

Keyleth and Vex jumped in to explain their drunken argument, dragging Pike right in. 

“Hm. I think it really depends on how ticklish everyone turns out to be…” Pike concluded eventually. “And luck.” 

Vax let out a little laugh at that. “We shall see one of these days, perhaps.” 

By the end of the evening, Grog, Scanlan, and Percy had joined the discussion, and eventually the stakes were explained to all. 

Percival dismissed the idea with a poorly hidden blush. Scanlan thought it was a hilarious and great idea they should settle, and Grog agreed. Keyleth was on board, along with Pike. The twins had enough of a competitive streak that neither was going to back down from the challenge.

A few days passed before the group found themselves somewhere isolated enough to put it to the test.

Vax flexed his fingers, taking a step closer to his sister with a gloating grin. “It’s hilarious that you think you can beat me, you and these other—”

“Oh is it, now?” Quick as a whip, just as he’d turned his gaze from her to their friends, Vex was on him, her fingers poised just above the top of his ribs. Vax jerked back with a small squirm, hitching in a breath. “Hmm, yeah I guess it is pretty funny.” Vex continued, starting to pinch on both sides. “Don’t you think so?” 

Vax pressed his arms down, only trapping his sister’s hands where they were. Still, despite it, they started wiggling their way higher. “No— fuck!” Vax wheezed in a desperate attempt not to let out a laugh. “St-Stubby, don’t!” 

“Oh, giving up already, then?” Vex grinned, reaching a finger into his armpit. “Where’s that confidence from a moment ago?” 

Vax let out a cut of yelp of laughter. He heaved an unsteady breath, then. “No.” He ground his teeth. 

Taking another step back, he used the motion to bring his arms forward and grab on to Vex’s forearms. Vax was starting to truly lose his battle to hold in more giggles as his focus shifted to trying to pry his sister’s devilish fingers away. 

A struggle ensued, one that was rooted in a deeply familiar ritual to the both of them — a silly power play full of teasing and laughter and wobbling smiles. Vax managed to pry one arm away, but the other snuck fully under his arm where his sister’s nails were doing some deadly, dexterous work. He shouldered sideways with a cackle, prying at the attacking arm and finally, finally getting an opening to pull it away. He breathed heavily as they locked eyes, Vex’ahlia’s thrumming with mischief. Fleeing to regroup his thoughts and strategize may be his best option, he couldn’t plan or counter anything if he was stuck laughing his head off, he thought. 

They braced against each other, each struggling to counter the other’s strength and movement. Vax quickly brought out his wings to make a quick getaway, when Vex’s eyes flicked to them with a flash of fear. Vax caught on almost instantly, and with a grin he brought one wing forward to flick at her neck and ear. 

She flailed back, but he still held her forearms. She scrunched up to the side with a growl. “You assface!” She made a playful bite for the wing when it brushed over her ear again. “Stahahop!” 

“What! I thought you said it was funny!” Vax snapped back at her, bemused. Now he brought the other wing in to do the same. 

“Oh, we’re using magic now?” Keyleth’s voice cut in with a cheery confidence. 

Another step back to steady himself, a fatal mistake on Vax’s part, he realized as he tripped over a vine. He had the grace to not fall fully onto his ass. It didn’t take Vex more than that to push her advantage, though, and she knocked him onto it anyway.

Vines shot up from the ground around him, ensnaring his arms and legs and wrapping around his torso before pulling back down, down toward the grassy earth below. 

A few more seconds, and he was trapped, arms and legs held out to the sides. “Kiki— please!” Vax implored, his eyes wide and batting at her.

She shook her head with a delighted smile, hopping over and finding a spot nearby his hip to sit. 

“Traitor…” He mumbled. 

Vex’s hands were the first to touch down, pinching along the backs of his ribs down his side. Vax let out a frustrated yell and started to protest before falling into bubbly laughter, just as Keyleth’s hand touched down to squeeze just above his knee. 

“Dahahahahammit— nohohoho!” Vax cried, grinning wide through his laughter. 

Percy waved the others over and started tugging off one of Vax’s boots — who kicked at both him and the vines in protest. In a quick exchange without words, Percy notified their druid that a few of the pesky (though useful) vines were in the way, and she shrank them away with a flick of her wrist. 

“Nohohoho— this isn’t a fihihihihight! Hahahahow is this fahahair!?” Vax protested. 

“But your wings were fair?” Vex said right back as Scanlan sat down at Vax’s other foot and began to copy Percy’s actions.

“Y-you sahahahaid ahahahanything goes!” Vax cried out, meanwhile Pike and Grog made their way to the side opposite Vex. 

“Well, I suppose I did.”

Grog grabbed Vax’s wrist and pulled his arm up even tighter so he could barely struggle; while he protested the whole way, there wasn’t much he could do besides that. When tiny and large fingers touched down near his outstretched armpit, Vax yelped. His head shook violently. Scanlan managed to get his other boot off just as Percy had started scratching at the arch of his other foot. Keyleth and Vex were continuing their deadly pinching and prodding — they weren’t even going after him that badly, or at the spots they knew were truly the worst, but it was so many hands, so many places, all at once. It was hard to think, hard to do anything other than laugh.

“I gihihihive— oh gohohohods stahahahop!” 

“Aaaaaaand we have our first one down!” Keyleth announced triumphantly as everyone, thankfully, stopped. 

“Fucking monsters, all of you.” Vax panted, his head falling back. His forehead was beaded with sweat, and there was a flush high on his cheeks. “That’s not a fucking fair way to.. you can’t just all team up!” 

“Maybe we need to rethink this a little, he is kind of right…” Keyleth put a finger to her lip. “Hmm.” 

“Sounds like you’re just a sore loser.” Vex teased. 

Vax sat up and pulled on his boots, brushing the excess dirt and leaves off of himself. He tried to glare at them all but couldn’t put away the wide smile just yet. “Whatever, you’d have tapped out long before me.” He stuck his tongue out at his sister, who glowered at him in response. 

“That’s it! We could see who can last the longest without giving up instead!” Keyleth looked to everyone with a grin. 

Vex and the rest looked nervously at one another. Vax wore a prideful grin. “Sounds great to me, none of you would—”

“Well, technically we don’t know how long that was, we’ll have to figure out a timer and then you’ll have to go again.” 

“What?” Vax blanched.

“It’s all in the name of fairness, dear brother!” 

#self reblog #tickletober 6 months later

[thebest-medicine]

If you’re one of those “STOP I CANT TAKE IT” type of lees, just know, that you’re gonna take it anyway.

#good #tickling

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TheBest-Medicine’s Springtime 2024 Tickle Community Asks!

Woo hoo! Here we go guys! Got some asks for ya!

Check out these 30 tickle-community-related questions! Feel free to ask, reblog, and share!

Write a tickling scenario in 100 words or less.

What fandom(s) do you wish there were more tickling content for?

What are some of your favorite tickling related stories, art, videos, or other posts on tumblr?

What is your favorite tickle story trope?

What is your favorite way to describe tickling?

What fictional character(s) would you love to see have a canonical tickle scene?

What fictional character(s) would you love to tickle and / or be tickled by?

What is your favorite example of tickling in media?

What was your first introduction to tickling in media?

How did you end up on tumblr?

In what ways do you usually interact with the tickling community on tumblr?

How long have you been a part of the tickling community on tumblr?

How has being in / finding the tickling community on tumblr influenced your life?

Describe your laugh.

How do you react to finding out someone is ticklish?

How do you react to others finding out you are ticklish?

What are your favorite teases to combine with tickling?

Where would you say you are the most ticklish?

What kinds of feelings do you associate with tickling?

What is something you would like to try related to tickling?

Have you ever had a real life tickle session? If yes, what was your favorite thing about it? If you haven’t, what are you most looking forward to in the future if you have one?

What is your favorite position to be tickled in and / or to tickle someone in?

What’s your favorite way to tickle someone and / or to be tickled?

Do you have any preferred tickle tools?

Describe your favorite way to tickle or be tickled.

What is your favorite thing about tickling?

Describe a tickle related fantasy you have in 100 words or less.

If you could make any sort of tickle related technology or magic become real, what would you choose? (For example: spells, magic, tickle machines, robots, etc.)

Do you prefer (either for or as lees) restraints, being pinned, or being able to squirm freely?

Tell me a fun fact related to tickling.

#tickle ask meme #tickle community #tickle ask memes #tickle asks #tickling asks #community asks #tfb community #tbm asks #springtime 2024 tickle ask meme #25 questions #feel free to send in asks or reblog and such #I’ll try to send some asks along when people reblog it!!! #mwah love y’all #mine #my posts #asks #tickle content

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Lil sketchy sketch of my silly lil kids 🥺👉👈

#I AM YELLING #avatar the last airbender #atla #tickling #art #zuko #aang #ticklish!zuko #tickle art #fluff #adorable #love this

[thebest-medicine]

If you’re tickling me and while I am laughing I scream for you to stop .. please don’t. I promise in that moment I am having the time of my life .. I just cannot take it but please continue

Thanks .. that is all 😊

#stops only count when it’s a safeword #spoken from a lee who loves being tickle tortured 🤭 #tickle thoughts #tickling #ahhh #:):):):):)

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Day 24: Pinned

Tickletober 2023 - My Hero Academia - Class 1A - lee!Bakugo, lee!Midoriya

[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]

[ao3 link]

A/N: first my hero academia fic??? neeed!!!! angry boy need tickled sometimes. god help whoever does it tho.

Summary: Bakugo is all three things: loud, angry, and ticklish. One of them is less obvious than the others, and he wants to keep it that way. 

Words: 1.4k 

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Loud, angry, and ticklish — these were among the many words that could describe Bakugo Katsuki. Like his quirk, he was often explosive with his voice and his temper. Ticklish, though? That was a pretty well-hidden feature, and one that not many would be willing to try with him! Not that anyone had in a long time. 

Until today. 

The sound of tittering laughter and chatter, much too loud and too cheery to be school-related, drew an already grumpy Bakugo toward the common room of the dorms. It seemed to be the place to be, he realized, when he walked in and saw most of his classmates relaxing around the couch, laughing and talking.

“What the hell are you all laughing about in here?” Bakugo barged in, asking loudly.

“Bakugo! Come on, Sero was just telling us the funniest story about—” Ochaco waved him over.

Bakugo cut her off. “Why don’t you losers stop sitting around laughing and wasting all day and get some goddamn work done! Ugh, Icy Hot and I have been working twice as hard as the rest of you because of our extra classes, and now you’re all slacking off?! It’s gonna be way too easy for me to surpass you! Where’s the challenge in that!? Now get off your asses and stop slacking!!!” 

Everyone stared back at him, their giggling long gone.

“It’s Sunday afternoon Bakugo…” Momo sighed.

“Yeah, come on, even heroes need to rest.” Tsu added.

“It’s good for you to relax a little. We’re all still training super hard!” Mina assured her classmate.

“Shut up! You’re all just a bunch of slackers and losers!” Bakugo grumbled loudly.

“Would it kill you to relax? Maybe smile a little?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo turned to look at him, glaring with fuming rage. 

“We’re not even doing anything to bother you, Bakubro, come on!” Kaminari bargained. “If you want to keep studying then go back to your room, you don’t have to sit here watching us relax if you don’t want to join us.” 

“I WANT YOU TO TAKE YOUR STUDIES SERIOUSLY SO THAT IT MEANS SOMETHING WHEN I KICK YOUR ASS!!!” Katsuki yelled back.

“Seriously, come on…” Kirishima sighed. “You know we’ve all been working hard, we deserve some chill time!” If he squinted, it almost looked like Bakugo was steaming with anger.

In the dorms, with his guard down, focused on arguing with his friends and surrounded by his classmates, Bakugo didn’t sense the approach of his childhood friend from behind until it was too late. 

With a wide grin on his face, Midoriya had managed to creep up behind the grumpy, yapping dog that was Bakugo. He remembered something about his friend from a long time ago, and though he hadn’t tried it in many, many years, he was sure it would help here.

It was a matter of moments between when Bakugo was yelling back at Kirishima and Kaminari and when he finally felt the presence of someone approaching from behind. He ignored it for a second too long. Midoriya’s voice was friendly as it chided. “Kacchan, why are you being so mean?” And suddenly there were accompanying fingers pinching along Bakugo’s sides. 

“—GET BACK TO WO-AHHIIHHH!” His rant cut off into a very un-hero-like squeal at the unexpected tickle. Bakugo’s face, which was already red with anger, ripened further as he slowly spun his head to look behind him at Midoriya. “What. The FUCK!!!” 

“What just happened!?” Kaminari asked, smirking.

“Was that you Bakubro?” Kirishima said in disbelief.

“Deku, what did you just do?” Ochaco laughed.

“Oh my gosh! Bakugo are you ticklish?” Mina grinned, wiggling in her seat.

“That’s so cute!” Tsu agreed.

“Wait what? I missed it!” Sero turned to face him better.

Bakugo growled. “Deku…” 

Midoriya’s eyes widened as he saw Kacchan shift his weight to launch an offensive his direction. “Wait! Kacchan, I’m sorry don’t kill meEE—” He quickly sped off with a squeal out of the common room and into the hall as Bakugo bolted after him as fast as he could without shooting out explosions.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, DEKU!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you would react so much!” Izuku laughed as he raced ahead of his rival and old friend. 

“SHUT UP AND PREPARE TO DIE!”

The rest of the class left them to it, not wanting to incur the wrath of a furious Bakugo as Midoriya just had. They were grateful to their classmate for allowing them to continue relaxing for a few more hours without having criticisms screamed at them. Bakugo had a point, but so did they. They would have to work hard but still relax hard, play hard. 

Down the hall, Shoji picked up the sound of a scuffle before everyone heard crash and tumble followed by the familiar sound of Midoriya’s laughter… though this time it sounded much more frantic than it usually did after a good story or funny joke. 

… 

Izuku didn’t know what he had been thinking when he’d tried to tickle Kacchan for a brief second in the common room of their dorm… He had been yelling at everyone and looked so angry, Izuku just wanted to distract him for a moment and maybe get him to relax or smile a little. He remembered having tickle fights with Kacchan when they were kids. It had been a long, long time. This time, he got the jump on him, just for a moment. It was in front of their classmates, so other people now knew Kacchan was ticklish. It made sense that he was so angry, he was angry a lot. But, it had been nice to catch a hint of his smile. Even if he had embarrassed him a little. 

Now that he’d done it, though, he realized too late the wrath he had provoked. 

Izuku sped down the hall as fast as he could, trying to race back to his dorm room in time to try to lock himself inside—though… Katsuki seemed mad enough that he might just activate his quirk and blow the door down. He didn’t make it far enough to find out, though. Bakugo crashed into him, shouting obscenities as he knocked them both to the ground. 

“Wait! Kacchan don’t! Not out here!” Midoriya yelped as Bakugo landed on him. He knew he was caught.

“Stupid Deku, see how you fucking like it!!” Bakugo growled, pushing Midoriya into the floor and kneeling over his thighs. He reached down, jabbing harsh, tickling fingers ruthlessly into Izuku’s sides. They squeezed up along his ribs and down to his hips. Izuku screeched out a laugh before flailing helplessly where he was already pinned. He tried to reach back behind him to grab or block a hand. 

“KACCHAHAHAN— I’M SORRYHEHEHE!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter. “IHIHIHI- I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE!” He cried, kicking into the floor. 

“Good! Die!!!” Bakugo answered, loud and angry, as he made a grab for Izuku’s wrist and hauled it up over his head. 

“NOHOHOHO— STAHAHAHAHOP!” Izuku cackled. 

Bakugo drilled fingers into his exposed armpit, and Midoriya felt tears welling in his eyes. Bakugo was ticklish, certainly, but Midoriya was… well neither of them had ever met anyone else so sensitive. How strange a trait for one determined to be the number one hero — to crumple and fall apart in the face of some simple tickling. Though, he wouldn’t call what Bakugo was putting him through ‘simple’. 

The way Bakugo saw it, the others may have seen that he was ticklish, but if he could make enough of an example out of Midoriya, no one else would dare try it again. He hoped. 

Midoriya’s other arm flailed and tapped out helplessly on the ground as Bakugo took advantage of every ticklish spot he could remember. The tickling hand even snuck down beneath him to claw against his stomach. “PL-PLHEEHEHEHEASE KACCHAN IHIHIHIHIHI CAN’T! CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHA-STAHAHAHAHAHA—” 

Katsuki leaned in closer, still tickling viciously. “Never. Ever. Fucking. Do that again.” He paused for a second, his hand freezing against Izuku’s sides. “Understand me?” 

Izuku breathed in a few times, panting for air and giggling each breath out. After a few seconds, he spoke up. “Y-You mean like in front of people or just in general?” 

Bakugo’s face went red as he shouted, “IDIOT!” and started tickling anew. 

“WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHOHO!”

#tickletober23 #tickletober 2023 #tickletober 6 months later #cutie #self reblog

[thebest-medicine]

unfortunately i need to be tickled until i feel better. Or else i’ll die. a comically large anvil will fall onto my head if im not tickled right this second.

#same #tickling #cute

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tickling someone who is usually so shy about their smiles... someone who always ducks their head and looks down at the floor when they grin, who lets out a tiny huff of breath instead of a real laugh, who is so quiet about their happiness.

they try so hard to keep that quietness up as they're tickled... turning their head away, eyes shut, nose scrunched, trying so hard not to giggle or lose control... but they're just too ticklish, they can't help it. they start giggling and squirming, twitching at every poke and wiggle of fingers against their body, breathless and blushing at being made to laugh aloud! poor shy little thing <3

#tickle thoughts #tickling #omg

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WANTED:

Someone with a stubbly beard

YOUR TASK:

Have me lay on my back

Pin my arms

Kiss and raspberry my belly making sure you rub your beard as well

Ignore my laughter and threats

Pls 👉👈

I’ll obviously object and fight at first but I’m so compliant once I’m pinned

#tickle content #same #tickling #ahh

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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*)

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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-” 

#tickletober 6 months later #self reblog

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i just wanna get in a soft, silly tickle fight with lots of wrestling, rolling around, and giggles please

#eeee #I need #is that too much to ask for #tickling #cute

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I miss when it was nice enough outside to swim at night *~*

#<pics from somewhere I was dogsitting last summer> #feet #feet pics #omg guys have you ever been tickled underwater / in the pool because aaaHSHFHFJFKDKGKHJ #ticklish feet #need to get me a nice pedicure what color should I do #cant wait for summer #night swimming #me #my face #my feet #switch mood #lee mood #swimming #night #poolside