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@lee-karkitty
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really wanna get wrecked to hell and back with soft gentle tickles on my tummy and sides and back and shoulder blades and waistline and under my arms while i can't get away or make my ler stop or do anything but beg until i can't take it anymore and safeword
then lay in my ler's arms and giggle into their chest while they rub my back and hair and praise me while i recover
I’m Not Ticklish - Logince
This got way out of my hands and just sort of wrote itself lol. I think you can tell what I, as a non-ticklish person who is mostly lee, craves. Whoops.
Word Count: 5587
Warnings: Bondage, lots of teasing
Summary: Logan has had a thing for tickling as long as he could remember, and he’s rather good at hiding it. It only takes one slip-up for Roman to find out and make his fantasies come true.
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Logan let out a quiet groan and tossed his phone to the other side of the bed, burying his face in his hands. This was ridiculous.
He’d had a small craving, just a small one, so he decided to do some light reading. For a few hours. And it only made his craving worse, just like it always did.
Despite his intelligence, Logan never seemed to learn.
And now he was trapped in the biggest lee mood he’d had in weeks with no way to satiate it.
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hi! you can add read mores on mobile by typing :readmore: into an empty line and pressing enter! (you can't just click the space underneath to make a new line, it has to be enter)
Thank you! I know this now, but a while ago I didn’t, so older fics may not have readmores.
so did y'all.. not see my fic 🥺
Merry Christmas @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers !!
I'm a little rusty with my writing but I hope you like it! Happy Squealing Santa
Special thanks to @ticklygiggles for organizing everything❤️
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The Grand Highblood was a name that churned every sane troll's stomach. Ruthless, unpredictable, purple blood twisted inside him, cold, fueling a strength only rivaled by the Royal seadwellers. Signless could deal with the cruelty of the Empress, handle the attacks from his voilet oppressors, but not this. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Signless tugged once again at the sharp, iron cuffs on his hands, thick and noisy in the silent cell. He had always known that one day his luck would run out, that he would finally be captured, but there was gratitude in his heart that the subjugglers left his friends and followers alone. So long as he kept quiet, he would be executed with the knowledge of where Dolarosa, Deciple, and Psiioniic were going safely tucked in his soul.
His feet were bound in frigid chains, sharp on the bones of his ankles. A small light shone overhead, enough to glint off the rusted bars, but not the concrete floor. He could see every exhale curl through the air in white smoke. So cold.
At the very least, Signless could hear every time the guard came within 20 meters of his cell from the sheer weight of his leather footsteps. His stomach gurgled for more of the grub paste he'd been given yesterday, but his tongue prickled preemptively with the phantom taste of bitter acid and bile. The guard stepped into view behind the row of bars, but there was no grub paste. Just keys as they jangled around the lock on the door, which opened with a piercing whine. The guard grunted, motioning with his hand to come closer, clutching a familiar black cloth.
Two guards, ahead and behind him, led Signless through the halls on two chain leashes. The blindfold was tied tightly to his face, forcing his focus to the tiles under his bare soles, the rough material of the unwashed trousers he was given, and the chains. As they climbed an oak staircase, the temperate rose to a more comfortable chill. Signless sighed, but chokes on a sudden, harsh tug backwards. They stopped. A hard knock rang against wood close to his head, but he couldn't move away if he tried. The door opened with a dull click and Signless was lead inside.
Living all his life as a renegade, Signless considered his senses to be rather sharp. But he was preoccupied with the chains on his wrists being pulled over his head so harshly that his heels barely brushed the floor. Far too preoccupied to hear the even more massive boots against the floor until they were far too close.
"That's enough, motherfucker."
That voice. Everyone knew that voice. Signless shifted his weight back, but the chain holding him up was taut and heavy. He hung there, swaying, like an oink beast carcass.
The blindfold was yanked down to his neck, colours and lights striking his mutated eyes. Signless blinked into focus, and took in the sheer sight that was The Grand Highblood. Doubling Signless' height, his wild hair framed his shoulders and wavy horns, adding even more height. Blood-curling, white paint stuck to his face, applied with careful detail to resemble the teeth of a deep-sea horror. With a sway in his step, The Grand Highblood began circling around his prized prisoner.
"You're real fuckin' short, aren't you?"
Signless turned to look at him, but kept his mouth shut. There is only one reason to keep a troll like himself alive, after all, even if it's only for the time being. He would not crack. He couldn't. A sharp slap cut across his cheek, the mark flushing an offensive red. Signless hadn't even see him move.
"Let's make one thing motherfucking clear," Grand Highblood spat. "When I ask you a question, you best give me an answer. Understand?"
Signless licked his lips, his jaw pulsing from the single, half-hazard strike. "Yes."
"Good." He pulled the blindfold back up with a single claw, this time allowing more light to seep through. There was a snap of fingers, a grunt of acknowledgment, and the rough scraping of wood on stone as some sort of furniture was dragged closer, just out of Signless' kicking range.
"Now then, let's not waste any more motherfucking god damn time." The three seconds of silence stretch between them, tensing like a rubber band until it snaps around the Grand Highblood's words. "Where are your apostles?"
Signless gripped back his displays of relief. His friends had not been found, nor will they be without his help. He was the only one on Alternia that knew where they were, and he swore to keep it that way, regardless of the cost.
"Maybe you didn't hear me." He circled again, but much slower, coming to a stop directly behind Signless. "Shit, I'm feeling downright merciful today, so I'll repeat myself one more motherfucking time. Where are your fucking apostles, mutant?"
Signless forced down a shiver, tugging gently at his wrists one more time. Not a chance.
"I was hoping you'd say that. Now I get to have me some motherfucking entertainment!"
Sharp, unkept nails skittered up his defenceless sides, forcing a surprised giggle from the preacher's lips. What on Alternia?
"Honk! Look how sensitive you are! Your skin is even weaker than that of a Rustie, already turning red. What a motherfucking miracle! It must be my hatching day all up in this bitch!"
Signless squirmed, feeling 1000 times more exposed than he did before. Every memory of being tickled absolutely senseless flashed through his eyes, each filled with more tears than the last. Psi had been his most common assaulter. On the bright side, no bodily harm would come to him this way. He just had to bear it until he finds a way to escape, and said escape won't be hindered by serious inquiries. A slight grin tugged at his lips as he clenched his jaw. A little tickling never killed anyone.
Without warning, two pairs of knuckles slotted themselves between his grub scars and dug furiously. Lightning shot through his nerves straight to his spine, his sense of touch heightened by the loss of vision. A guffaw tore out of Signless' throat before he could clamp his mouth shut, as he kicked off the floor to escape the sensations. It tickled so bad, so so bad. But he wouldn't dare laugh.
"Oho, a fighter! You can try that shit for now, but once you're all burnt out, you'll break easy. You're helpless."
Signless bit his lip harder, calves and shoulders quickly protesting all his movement. The knuckles dropped to his bottom ribs, continuing their ministrations. Finally, laughter broke free like water to a dam, harsh and powerful with the pressure. Shame burned his cheeks. Signless spun sideways to throw off the attacker's hands, but Grand Highblood quickly dragged him back into place. The millisecond of relief only allowed him to regret thinking this form of torture would be easy.
"Ha! You think you can escape, bitch? You're weak. I don't even know your worst spots yet."
"Hahahahahaha, oh fuhuhuck!" Nuckles turned to claws as they traveled up and down his sides, spidering quickly. Down to his hips, up, down, up, down, and up further to his lower ribs, still buzzing and flushed. Suddenly, each trip down was a promise to explore higher and higher, until both hands slid way too high to attack his armpits.
"AHAHA! No, nohoho fuck ohofff!" Signless squealed, thrashing as best he could but failing to lower his arms at all. He curled one knee up as high as he could, but it only threw him off balance as pain stabbed at his shoulders. He was truly, utterly, trapped.
The Grand Highblood chuckled darkly behind him. "Is it too much already? How motherfucking pathetic."
His fingers skittered across his torso and sides for what felt like hours and hours, until Signless' laughs became gasps and chokes, eyes falling in and out of focus. Whenever he got even slightly used to the sensation, Grand Highblood would just switch spots.
"HAHA....ahaAA.. p.. ehehaha .pleheheease!"
"You know how to make it stop, motherfucker. Where did they run off to?"
The temptation was there, as much as it pained him. The tickling was too much, he was going crazy. "I-ahaha! C-c-ahan't!"
A rough growl cut through the air, and the tickling stopped. The hands held his ribs roughly, but he finally caught his breathe in progressively deeper inhales. The relief was short lived, however, as two more footspets got closer. Probably more guards, but he still couldn't see for himself.
Seconds later, the tickling resumed threefold. Thirty fingers danced across his skin, in his armpits, ribs, and the rest were fluttering across his belly and squeezing his hips. He heard a girl chuckling at him, and a small "oh" from a young man.
Kids, 8 sweeps at most. With renewed energy, Signless' bucked hard, shaking his head side to side as he began kicking at whoever was in front of him. The first missed, but the second came into contact with a clothes torso. Instead of launching his assaulter back, his ankle was yanked forwards and caught between their body and arm. Stupid highblood strength!
Sharp nails teased his arch skillfully and he shrieked.
"Ooh, boss! Looks like I found a good one!" She said with more giggling.
"Good work, bitch. Keep it up," The Grandhighblood repied.
With one foot in the air, Signless' struggling turned into pathetic twitches and jolts. He scrunched his toes as hard as he could, but the girl simply pried them back and continued. When she reached under his toes, tears started forming in his eyes.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA- AAAAA NOHOHOHO!! nOT THEEEHEHERE!"
"Not where? Here? Are your toes reeeally bad? Is that a really /ticklish/ spot for you?" She teased.
Heat dripped down his neck in embarrassment, even his back began flushing.
"Oh, do you not like that word? Tickle? But you're so ticklish! Tickle tickle tickle, I bet it feels sooo baaaddd~"
"Aha, hahaha! Dohhohoon't!" He pleaded.
"Don't what?"
"Mock meehehe!"
He could feel the venom dripping from her voice. "Mock you? If you wish!"
"Enough, child." The Grand Highblood interrupted. "He needs to focus."
She didn't respond but she dropped his leg. His hypersensitive toes barely brushed the floor before she yanked his other from underneath him, raking her nails over his entire sole hard and fast.
At the same time, the quiet boy shifted his hands down to squeeze at Signless' defenceless thigh.
"NOOOOOHOHOHOA! HAHAHAHA!"
Grand highblood continued to switch from spiders to digs and jabs at his armpits, while the other two scratched and squeezed his shaking legs and feet. After only a few minutes, white flickers of light bloomed under Signless' eyelids, head spinning as it forced his every breath out in raw, desperate laughter. His lungs began to burn.
"no- hahahhaha, nnhaha..noho more..no mohohoore!"
"You can make this all go away, motherfucker. Just tell is where they are and we'll stop."
"haha....n..no.."
"We won't stop until you're fucking dead. But it's gonna be a looking time till this gets you. Weeks, maybe even months"
Signless shuddered, body limp from exhaustion as all three of them tickled both his sensitive sides without care for his pleading.
"Or, you could spare yourself all the trouble now...and we'll make sure your end is swift and painless. You're finished anyways, and we'll find your followers with or without your help. So why suffer?"
His eyes rolled around in his skull, head pointing with blood lacking oxygen. His laugher fell quiet ages ago, but as it became silent his senses began to fail.
"Where are those motherfuckers hiding?"
Body numb and buzzing all at once, Signless forced one last breath through his aching throat, before the sweep lull of unconsciousness took him.
"..if that's what it takes, I will be their sufferer."
Ticklish Movie Nights
Firstly, I just wanted to give a big shout out to @ticklygiggles for hosting this years’ Squealing Santa. She did an amazing job getting the assignments out and making sure everything was organized.
Secondly, I know next to nothing about Homestuck nor the characters. From the little I got from research, I know that Dave & Karkat are very affectionate toward one another and that they love watching movies and hanging out, so I went in that direction. I hope I portrayed the characters well enough, and if you feel like one or the other (or both) are too out of character, let me know and I can attempt to fix that for you.
Fourthly, I tend to build up to the tickling, so if it’s too narrative and not enough tickly action, please let me know as well, I can also add more tickling in there if need be.
All grammatical/spelling errors belong to me.
With that said, here’s my contribution to #squealingsanta2k20. Merry Christmas @lee-karkitty ! I hope you enjoyed this and it’s not complete trash.
The sounds of the movie filtered through to the kitchen, where Dave was currently refilling the popcorn bowl. He glanced around the corner to see the tips of Karkat’s horns from where he was sitting on the couch, enthralled with the film. He shook his head in bemusement, as the microwave beeped, the smell of buttery popcorn wafting through the air.
Once he was sure they had enough snacks to last the rest of the movie, he slowly and carefully carried the items to the living area, where they were currently watching a movie that both had been excited to watch.
“A little help would be good” he stated as he struggled to juggle the items as he walked over to the table where the rest of their uneaten snacks lay.
Karkat glanced up at Dave as the man came to stand next to him. He stood up to and grabbed the sodas and sat back down, opening one of the cans as he discarded the others in the empty spot next to him, smiling up at Dave as the latter gave him an unamused look. Shaking his head, he placed the other items precariously on the table, moved the soda and sat down, wrapping his arm around Karkat’s.
“Prat’ he muttered affectionally as he ruffled the other’s hair. Without saying anything, Karkat placed his head on Dave’s shoulders, his eyes once again glued to the TV. Dave starts running his hands through Karkat’s hair, a habit he picked up shortly after they became friends.
Throughout the movie, Karkat would shudder a bit and slight giggles would pour from his mouth as Dave’s hands unconsciously run up and down his horns that stuck out of his head. When asked, he would just say that the movie made him happy. Dave wasn’t sure he believed him, but he let it go … for now.
It wasn’t Karkat let out a loud yelp that Dave finally had enough. Pausing the movie, he turned to Karkat, his eyebrows raised.
“Want to explain to me what happened there?”
Without looking into his eyes, Karkat shook his head. Dave narrowed his eyes.
“Kar” that one syllable came out threateningly, and boy in question squared his shoulders. Without looking into his eyes, he muttered something unintelligible. “What was that? Speak up, man!”
“I-I said that you’re tickling m-my horns” he stammered. Dave tilted his head.
“I’m tickling … your horns?”
Karkat nodded.
“Your horns are ticklish …” A mischievous thought ran through Dave’s head as a smile formed on his face. “… And you didn’t tell me?” Karkat must’ve noticed because his eyes widened and he was about to jump off the couch, but before he could, Dave had him pinned on the couch.
Laughter started pouring through his mouth, as Dave gently stroked each of Karkat’s horns. With his free hand, he started spidering up and down Karkat’s sides, laughing when he grabbed at his hands, trying to stop him from torturing him.
“D-Daave!” he squeaked, trying to buck the taller boy off of him. “stop, please!”
“Stop what?” Dave teased, squeezing his knees behind him, causing Karkat to squeal in ticklish laughter. “This?”
“Yehehes” Karkat squeaked, still struggling in getting control over Dave.
“Sorry, no can do” Dave studied the boy beneath him as he tickled his belly with both hands. Tears were streaming down his face as he laughed, his hair even more mussed up than earlier. Dave couldn’t help but smile back at Karkat, a giggle of delight escaping his lips as he admired his friend beneath him. Once he was sure Karkat got a well enough belly-workout, Dave twisted around, so that he was facing Karkat’s feet, running a single finger of both hand down the soles. Karkat let out the loudest shriek that made Dave pause to cover his ears. “Damn. You sure one one ticklish boy – EEP”
In his distraction, Karkat was able to get into a sitting ;position, and had stuck his hands underneath Dave’s arms, relentlessly tickling him. Dave burst out into his own giggles, and he quickly twisted himself so that they both fell off the couch. They glanced at one another, Dave blushing and Karkat, who was still looking red in the face from his earlier torture smiled back in delight. Dave, realizing what his friend was thinking, got up and took off towards his room, Karkat not far behind him.
It was safe to say that the movie was far forgotten, and their home was filled with laughter for the rest of the night.
this is adorable!! thank you so much, sorry i just got around to reading it! for someone who hasn't read homestuck, you write them p well. happy late holidays!!
Squealing Santa 2020: Kind of Pitch for A Redrom
prompt: upper body, lots of teasing, "no not there", spidery tickles
fandom: Homestuck
recipient!: @im-not-ticklish surprise bud!! i'm so sorry it took so long, i'm kind of shitty and didn't realize how late it was, so if this is rushed lmk and i'll try and plan it out better and redo it.
summary: just a fluffy karezi tickle fight basically
warnings: tickling, swearing. if i missed something, please let me know!
a/n: again, this was really rushed and i feel like it's ooc, and seeing as the recipient is a friend of mine, i could've really tailored this to her likes, but i regrettably, am an irresponsible pos. nevertheless, i hope it turned out okay and that you like it!
"Terezi, don't." Karkat tried his best to sound demanding and scary, but his panicky smile and wavering voice betrayed him.
"Don't what?" the tealblood asked, her mischievous grin growing at the sound of her matesprit's nervousness. Every step she took towards him, he stepped backward. Honestly, he should've known better.
After a few steps, he found himself backed up against the wall. Shit. Anxious giggles bubbled up in his chest.
Tough Kids
Ah, yes, my old enemy. Young children. Stay strong, Bakugō. Show no fear. Children can smell fear.
Class 1-A is enjoying hero work on Nabu Island, but no one can seem to keep an eye on Bakugō. I’m sure he’s not up to anything nefarious… Prompted by @attacksyndrome, who provided the cutest idea for this fic 🥰
SFW. Potential warnings: swearing. My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising tickle fic. No significant spoilers (if there are any at all; I’m honestly not sure.)
Word count: 3,964
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Odd and harrowing as it had been, Nabu Island hadn’t been the worse place Class 1-A had visited. Granted, the students’ lives had been in jeopardy multiple times, but they’d gotten sort of used to that; they were training to be heroes, after all. (The locals were less used to being in such life-threatening danger, and so were not as adjusted but still kind to the heroes-in-training.) The island had had its charms (before villains had invaded and been swiftly defeated, thank you very much), the few weeks of just helping the islanders and enjoying time out of the city actually being quite lovely for the class, who were all apparently in need of some fresh air. The attackers defeated and a few pro heroes now supervising the students for safety, Class 1-A was finishing its month on Nabu, only a week left to perform helpful hero work before heading back to the UA campus.
Todoroki was both happy to be going back to school as well as saddened at the thought of leaving. It had been nice to just be heroes with his classmates—minimal villain attacks, no intense training, meeting and helping new friends of all ages. The temporary base for hero work on Nabu was even starting to feel like home. Todoroki slept shockingly well in the boys’ bunk room, treasured his sunrise walks by the beach just outside, and could count on the familiarity of the common room. A quarter of the class on phones waiting for villagers to call, a quarter waiting to be dispatched, about half already out helping people, and then Bakugō at the table by the east sun room, complaining about the lack of villains to fight.
Hold the phone, literally and figuratively. Todoroki did a quick head count. Some of his fellows, he knew, spent most of the day out on jobs. But there was a particular fellow missing, and, with him, the white noise of grumbling he usually provided the office space.
Like he’d been summoned by Todoroki’s inner monologue, Bakugō entered the commons by kicking the door open and startling everyone inside, at which he scoffed. He removed his gauntlets and lay down at his usual spot, ignoring the pointed and confused looks of his classmates.
“Hey,” Kirishima said, leaning over Bakugō to tap his forehead and finally get his attention. “Where were you? I thought you just went to help clear a rockslide; you were gone all afternoon.”
“Yeah?” Bakugō grunted, swatting Kirishima’s hand away.
“You’re you,” the red-haired teen teased knowingly. “You would have considered such a task beneath your skills and finished it in less than a minute to prove it.”
Bakugō rolled his eyes, smirking at the compliment. “It did only take a minute,” he scoffed, sitting up. “But then Deku’s little brats tried to tail me the whole way back.”
At his name, Midoriya looked up from his phone station. At ‘little brats,’ his eyes grew bright, and he stood. “Mahoro and Katsuma?” he said, going to stand near Bakugō and jump into the conversation. “They were with you?”
Bakugō yawned, nodding. “They follow me worse than some of you nerds, even.” Kirishima pulled tongues at that remark, and Bakugō mirrored him, sticking his tongue out as well.
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You’re Distracting Enough Already
Since you’re so good at your games, you wouldn’t mind a little challenge?
Togata Mirio and his S/O have some silly video game fun. The prompt flood BEGINS! Starting off with a prompt from @littlesue, who asked for some MirioXReader sweetness. First time writing an XReader fic for me, so please be gentle XD
SFW. Potential warnings: none. My Hero Academia tickle fic.
Word count: 1,138
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“Hey, butterfly,” Mirio grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he sat beside you. It was a quiet afternoon in Heights Alliance, and you had taken up residence in the empty common room couch to play video games on your laptop in order to destress from class and hero training.
“Hey,” you replied, smiling shyly at the affection and leaning into the arm Mirio slung naturally around your waist.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Playing Stardew Valley,” you replied, at which Mirio’s brow furrowed.
“Do I not know what Stardew Valley is?” he asked with a chuckle.
Your focus on rapidly tap-dancing over the WASD and arrow keys, your reply was quick. “No, you do. I’m playing the gunslinger minigame. There’s an achievement for beating it without dying, so that’s what I’m working on.”
“Huh, cool,” Mirio yawned, resting his head on your shoulder. He, too, was exhausted as ever from the school day, but his smile was persistent even as he half-closed his eyes in watching you play. “You’re pretty good at this, butterfly.”
Though your cheeks grew warm at the compliment, you kept your eyes trained on the laptop balanced on your thighs. “Thanks. Comes from incessant practice.”
“Preaching to the choir,” Mirio chuckled, having had enough experience with practice when it came to his tricky but powerful Quirk over the years. He could only imagine what training one would need to actually and accurately sling a gun. “It doesn’t get too boring when you’re as good as you are at this game?” He grinned when your cheeks went warmer at his words.
“Maybe the first few levels,” you admitted with a shrug. “But the later ones can be pretty unfair, so it stays interesting.”
“You think you could get through the early levels even if you were being distracted?”
You shrugged again. “Probably.” Then you smirked. “Are you offering a challenge? You’re already distracting enough; you know that, right?”
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Lee mood, huh? Well, I'd like to learn your tickle spots before I wreck you. For now, I could gently scribble my fingers on every possible little place that might be ticklish, keeping track of which spots get the most giggles out of you. That might take a while, though, and I'd be getting tired of being so nice, so I hope you'd still be up for getting wrecked until you forget your own name after that uwu
fwshskkaks i didnt think anyone would actually do it i saw this days after my original post-
i am in a hUGE lee mood and the boyfriend is busy, so if anyone wants to,,,, platonically tease me in asks...
THINGS TO TEASE YOUR LEE(S) ABOUT:
how ticklish they are
how adorable they are
how helpless and/or vulnerable they are
how much they love the tickles
how much they love the teasing
how obvious it is that they love the tickling and teasing
how they're not even fighting back
how hard they are fighting back even though it's pointless
how they're trying just so hard to not fight back, but they're just too ticklish
their hilarious and precious reactions
how little you have to do to get them worked up
how short long you think they'll last
anything they've said or done or posted in the past
how bad something is going to tickle
how much something is affecting them
how easy it is to tickle/fluster/overpower them
feel free to add uwu
• how much you love their laugh
• how you're gonna get them 🥺🙈
Hello, everyone! Okay, so I said I was not going to host the event this year… but after some thinking, I just couldn’t resist! I hope you guys don’t mind having me again doing your assigments for the third year in a row, omg! I hope you had an amazing time last year and, as always, I invite you to participate once again. If you haven’t done this before, I warmly invite you to give it a try!
We’re starting fairly early this year and that’s exciting, so here are the rules that most of you know so very well:
In order to get a tickle fic, you must be willing to write a tickle fic for someone else.
Fics should be 250 words or more (if that sounds like a lot, don’t worry, it’s only about a page double-spaced).
Fics should be based on prompts given by the person you are writing for.
When you sign up, include 1-5 loose prompts - can be as simple as a fandom, a pairing, a character, a scenario, or a combination of those things.
Once sign-ups end, I’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until the end of December to finish your fic and send it to the person you’re writing for. In turn, your writer will post a fic for you by the end of December! No one will know who is writing whose prompts until the fics are posted, because surprises are fun!
Here is what I will need from you:
An ask, submission, or message telling me what fandoms/pairings you’re willing to write for.
An ask, submission, or message listing 1-5 prompts (can be specific or vague, whatever you want) for me to give to the person assigned to write for you.
Make sure you have your askbox or messages open, because I’ll need to communicate with you at some point to let you know who you are writing for!
IF YOU ARE ANON: you must include a tumblr url or email I can contact you at. I promise I won’t give it out to anyone, I just will need a way to contact you over the course of the exchange!
SIGNING UP: I already said we’re starting early this year, so I thought three weeks are more than enough time for you all to send your info! So, you will have until Friday, November 13th to sign up. After that, sign-ups will be closed! I think that’s enough time for me to do the assigments and then for you to write your fic!
Also: when you sign up I will send you a confirmation ask/email/whatever, so if you don’t receive that, contact me! (I want to make sure no one gets left out due to tumblr eating asks or something similarly dumb.)
Also also: If you are willing to write another fic in case of needed, please let me know when your submit your information! That would be of great help!
I hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Then, I’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!
Behold, the cutest thing to do to a shy Lee!
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-Ler is tickling Lee-
Lee: HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH! NOHO! PLEASE STOP!
Ler: Oh, okay!
-Ler stops tickling-Lee looks up at Ler, confused-
Lee: ....w-what?
Ler: You said stop, so I stopped.
Lee: ..........b..b-but........
Ler: But what? I'm not gonna give any tickles to someone who doesn't want them. We can just sit around, relax, and have a tickle free night. No tickles..at all..anymore.
-Ler smirks-Lee sits there, looking sad-
Lee: U-Uh...um......can you, um...
-Lee blushes bright red.-
Ler: Hm? What was that?
Lee: Can..you, uh... um.... more tickles, p-please?
Ler: Haha aww, all you had to do was ask!
-Ler goes back to tickling Lee-
um, NO, I am NOT "tickle trash" I just daily think and daydream and fantasize about being tickled until I'm a giggling mess that's unable to think what?
Tickling things that will turn me into a puddle
• telling me that you’re gonna tickle me and basically wreck my shit but not giving me time to protest
• “awwww”
• making me admit that I’m having fun
• telling me you like seeing me happy
• being held/cuddling while being tickled is the best don’t even fight me on this
• l i g h t t r a c e s
• forcing me to make eye contact with you
• no restraints, but pinning me down
• calling me cute/adorable
• “What’s so funny?”
• “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish?”
• “I didn’t know you were ticklish HERE”
• “you’re safe”
• “I love you”
• telling me what you’re going to do to me
• pulling my hands away from my face so I have to look at you
• when the ler is also smiling and laughing and having fun
• “I’m only doing this because I know how much you love it”
• “It’s cute how you like being tickled”
• if you tickle this one specific spot on my stomach I will turn into a puddle and probably just fall into you oops
• LETTING ME LAUGH INTO YOUR CHEST IS A HUGE FUCKING YES
• when the ler won’t stop saying the word tickle because they k n o w how much I hate/love it and how it makes everything worse
I’ll add a few more just cause ;u;
“I’m gonna get uuu”
“Where are you thinking you’re going?”
“you can’t scape/you’re trapped”
MAKING NOMNOM NOISES WHILE NIBBLING OR GIVING ME RASPBERRIES OR GROWLING X~X
ACTING LIKE YOU’RE DOING NOTHING AND ASK ME CASUALLY WHAT’S WRONG AND SAYING “w H y A r U l A u G h I n G??”
Making boop noises while poking around my tummy/sides/ribs
Mimicking me saying “noooo” with a shocked voice
Just wanna add a few more here uwu
Raspberries/nibbles/nuzzles all very amazing
“I gotchu and ur not going anywhere, you’re all mine”
“That’s it, come here you!”
Calling yourself the tickle monster
Chasing someone and then tackling them onto a bed or couch
Saying the t-word over and over and over again
“Where’s your tickle spot? I think I found it!”
Sneaking fingers up my shirt just to tickle my tummy
Being wrapped up in a blanket together and essentially being trapped
Baby talk, just baby talk
Slipping in a few little kisses every now and then
Cradling me in your arms as you wreck my shit
*takes copious notes*
Uh…..these are wrong😳