#tickle drabble

[intheticklecloset]

🍉❄️with lee!bakugou and ler!todoroki

🍋 Lemonade Special Order 🍋

It's funny, I actually struggled to come up with something for this one for an AGE so I kept pushing it back, but then when the time came to really sit down and write it this just FLEW out of me. When that TodoBaku mood hits, it hits! Enjoy~

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“SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOTO!! YOU FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!!”

Todoroki tsked playfully, shaking his head. “That’s not very nice of you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou was roaring with laughter, head thrown back as helpless hysterics took over him. One leg was frantically kicking the air while the other lay pinned under his evil boyfriend, and his arms were jammed protectively downward across his torso – not that it was doing him much good.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHASSHOLE!! THAT SHIT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Does it?” Todoroki hummed innocently, smiling as he ran his right hand up and down the backs of the blonde’s ribs, fingers alternating between ghostly tapping and ruthless digging, keeping Bakugou guessing and squealing every time he performed the latter action. “I couldn’t tell. Why didn’t you say something?”

“I FUHUHUHUHUHUCKING DID AND YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW IT, YOU—!!” Suddenly the blonde was cut off and dissolved into silent laughter when Todoroki pried his arm up just enough to grab onto that terrible spot at the top of his ribs below his armpit. He laughed so hard the rest of him froze up, his face turning cherry red within seconds.

“Ooh, that gets you good, doesn’t it?” Todoroki teased.

Bakugou sucked in a desperate breath and – voice frantic and raspy – screamed, “OKAYOKAY FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP SHOHOHOHOHOHOTO!! PLEASE!!!”

Beaming like the sun, Todoroki let up on his assault, still keeping his hand where it was as Bakugou gasped for breath, a mirthful tear escaping his eye while he panted and giggled and groaned. “Who knew a little ice would tickle so bad?” he asked, using his other hand to softly run his hand up and down the blonde’s arm. “Breathe, Kats.”

By the time the blonde had recovered, he looked totally and utterly wrecked. Todoroki’s heart flipped in his chest as he turned to glare up at him. “When I suggested we do something to cool down I thought I was being all cute for you, asking you out for ice cream and shit. Not that I was subjecting myself to your cruel and unusual torture methods.”

The half-and-half boy giggled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “You could have used your safe word at any time, baby.”

Bakugou’s cheeks flamed. “I fuckin’ know that!”

“Buuuuut…?”

“B-But nothing! I know you like making me…you know. So I figured I’d indulge you a little, that’s all!”

Todoroki’s smile became more genuine. “I love you for that. Are you done? Do you want to get ice cream now?”

The blonde hesitated. “You…want to keep going?”

“Always, with you.”

A longer pause. Then Bakugou huffed and turned away. “Fine. But not so rough, Shoto, for fuck’s sake. That tickled like hell.”

Todoroki felt positively wicked as he picked right back up where he’d left off, using his ice powers to make his hand freezing cold while he dug into that terrible spot again. “Oh, you mean this?~”

And Bakugou tossed his head back and screamed like a banshee, desperate within seconds. “YES THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT YOU SOHOHOHOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITCH!! SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOTO!!”

Todoroki giggled along with him, his boyfriend’s laughter the most infectious and addicting thing he’d ever heard in his life. “I thought so.”

[tiredleekaz]

Writers… I give you ler ryland grace headcanon fic idea.

He calls himself… the tickle monster.

At any random given time he wants to tickle you, he just says tickle monster and attacks.

You never ever see it coming, because it’s never ever the same way. One time, he sneaks up on you and shouts it. Another time, he’s talking casually and he just stops and looks at you, says it, and then lunges. A third, you’re about to sleep, lights off and— a whisper in the dark… tickle monster ~.

And now, you’re just constantly on edge, practically flinching and bracing for any sudden attack. You suspect every single interaction will lead to one. So Ryland backs off for some time. Letting it build up. The paranoia grows and grows, until you literally can’t take it anymore. And either Ryland finally gives in or makes you beg for it.

Take from this as you wish. Someone needs to feed the starving monster inside.

[a-very-silly-seal]

MHA Tickle Fic Drabble Ler Dabi And Lee Toga

CW: slight mentions of Dabi's backstory This is purely platonic, I see Dabi and Toga having a big brother and little sister relationship “You little shit…Come here!.”

Soon the usual quiet hallways of the leagues bar 

will soon fill with squealing and giggling as Toga rushes down the hallway with Dabi in hot pursuit. She thought it would be hilarious to dye Dabi’s blue coat a bright pink in the washer, Dabi immediately knew who did it and gave chase as soon as he saw 2 messy blonde hair buns dash out of his line of sight. 

Despite Toga’s speed Dabi did catch firmly wrapping his arms around her, setting her in his lap and started ticking her sides. 

“Dahahahahabi wahahahit’” toga said between giggles.

“Why? Surely the big bad Himiko Toga can handle some simple revenge tickles hmm?” Dabi teased. 

He got up off her and sat next to her but still kept up his ticklish attack moving from her sides to her ribs, kneading them.

“Aahahahahahahahaha you’re mehehehean!” Toga managed to giggle out as she squirmed in his hold.

“Oh really? You’re the one who tried messing with my clothes.” He retorted back. Dabi had to make sure she doesn’t accidentally headbutt him in the nose with how much she was squirming.

Dabi then got the genius idea to use Toga’s own tactics against her by gently nibbling on her neck, his raven black hair also tickling her cheek a tiny bit as well, nearly making her squeal.

“EEEEEEHEHEHEH DOHOHOHOHO EAT MEEHEHEHE!” Dabi made sure to do those “om nom nom” sounds to further add to the teasing.

Laying her down and going back to squeezing her sides and thighs, Dabi couldn’t help but remember all the times he did this to his younger sister whenever she bugged him too much or just wanted to mess with her. It gave him those feeling that people would call “big brother instincts”

He sometimes did miss her as well as his other siblings, then Dabi remembered what got him as well. He just simply shook those thoughts away for now and focused on making Toga laugh more.

He tried out new spots like scribbling on her belly and behind her ears all the while keeping up the teasing. 

“Lets try this spot hmm?”

“Nohohohohohoh Dahahahahahbi!!”

Despite all the teasing and tickle torture from Dabi, it never felt malicious in any way to Toga. He would often stop for a brief moment to let Himiko catch her breath and make sure she was doing okay before continue the "torture"  letting Toga alternate between bubbly giggles and belly laughter. Dabi would even throw a raspberry or two in there which were always her favorite.  Toga on her side was having a blast as Dabi blew another raspberry on her belly making laugh and squeal.

Soon enough Dabi stopped when Toga started wheezing and her face was turning red. He picked her back up and set her on the couch for her to rest up, laying a blanket over her.

“So you decided to tickle her to the point that she’s having a nap?” Magne asked smiling, with a eyebrow raised 

“Yeah she deserved it.” He chuckled, looking over at Toga still snoozing away on the couch.

“She’ll be fine.” 

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Do you think Durin has a ticklish tummy (and feet)?

Scara would totally tickle him there if he gets distracted or if he can't sleep he'd tickle him to get him tired 😭❤ Especially sensitive to faster scratches or feathers

(feel free to use this as a future fic <33)

Ooh, definitely ticklish on his belly and his feet! As much as he likes getting tickled, he can't help but subconsciously use his hands to cover his tummy. He even uses his wings to do the same because he's just that ticklish there :) Scara loves to use the feather from the amulet thing? holding his vision. It's also Scara's favorite spot to tickle him!

Since Durin was initially a small dragon who wasn't really all that ticklish before and now just recently got a human form, he still has to get used to the sensitivity for his body. That also goes for his feet. He giggles often when he's walking barefoot on soft surfaces like grass or carpet.

Here's a little something with Durin's ticklish tummy :)

*Might have some misspellings bc too lazy to check for anyyy

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"Durin, do you remember what I told you last time?" Scara started as Durin and him overlooked Mondstadt city from the cliffs.

No response.

"Durin?" Scara tried again as his eyes focused on a group of geese but he still didn't hear a peep from the dragon.

He finally turned his gaze to see Durin awestruck (still) by the view and his tail swishing in the grass.

Scara rolled his eyes before leaning on his side and reaching over to scribble at Durin's belly.

"Hehehey!" Durin squeaked, bringing his hands up to protect his sensitive tummy. "Whahahat arehehe youhuhu dohohoing!?"

"Tickling you, obviously," Scara smirked, slipping his fingers beneath his shirt and scratching at the sensitive patch of skin there.

"Buhuhut-- Heheahahaha! Whahahyyy?"

"Because," Scara started, plucking the feather from his outfit and riding Durin's top up to expose his quivering belly. "A certain dragon was distracted and not listening to me."

Scara hovered the feather over Durin’s abdomen making him instinctively suck his tummy in, a wobbly grin on his face as his hands wrapped around Scara's wrists to deter him, his wings nudging at Scara to move away too.

"N-Not the feather! Nohot thehe feheheather!" Durin giggled frantically. "I-I'm sohohorry! I dihihidn't mehehean tohoho! Ihihi'm pahahaying ahattentihihion nohohow!"

"You're so giggly," Scara teased. "I haven't even touched you yet. It would tickle a lot if I just, I don't know, let this feather graze your belly, wouldn't it?~"

Scara did just that making Durin burst out in light giggles.

"Dohohon't tehehease mehehe!" he laughed, as his tail rapidly swayed behind him as he tried to bite back his giggles.

"Aww, is the wittle dragon twicklish?~" Scara cooed.

"Youhuhu knohohow I ahaham!"

"But I'm reallllyy unsure Durin~" Scara feigned innocence. "So, let me make sure you are actually twickwish~" he began sweeping the feather across his belly now, eliciting belly laughter from the dragon.

Giggles and laughs filled the air. The question Scara had for Durin completely forgotten as he smiled fondly at him who melted into his ticklish touches.

Ah, there was never a dull moment when these two are together, huh?

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*Thank you anon for sending a message over! I'm always open to any messages so feel free to send me anything! I might do drabbles like this but not a guarantee. Gets lonely without interacting with you all and I'm introverted as heck 🫠

[drinkingtheglowstickliquid]

butterflies in your stomach 

in which you try a mysterious candy that has some very interesting after effects

just a drabble type thing my 1/4 of a cbd gummy forced me to write instead of going to bed. um. enjoy

~600 words, cw: tickling (sfw but w kink in mind), lee!reader, gender neutral reader, unseen/inhuman!ler(s? technically), internal tickling

You don’t know where the candy came from. By all intents and purposes, it came from nowhere— quite literally showed up out of the blue one day on your kitchen counter. Small and round and yellow-colored, like strangely iridescent lemon drops, and completely innocuous. You just assume someone else in the house had bought them  and pop one into your mouth on your way up to your bedroom. It tastes excellent, not too sour but not too sweet with a hint of citrus and honey, and as you suck on it idly, it fizzes pleasantly against your tongue. The sensation registers as just barely ticklish in the back of your mind.

Nothing happens for a few minutes after you swallow completely, which is to be expected, and you’re too distracted by the post you’re reading on your phone to even really notice when things begin to shift. The feeling is so subtle that at first you barely feel it: the barest hint of a curling something in the pit of your stomach. Then, suddenly, there’s a sensation in your gut, like a butterfly being let loose in your belly, and you suck in a surprised breath. 

A group of somethings seem to bloom within you. They’re somehow soft and light and feathery against the inside of your body, brushing gently against the inner lining of your stomach, and though the feeling is still a bit subtle, it tickles. it tickles a lot. 

You try your best to muffle the giggles that threaten to immediately spill out of you, but there’s only so much your palm can do merely pressing against your mouth. The sensation is growing steadily, the soft feathery touches transforming into quick, light, almost-fingertips gently spidering from inside of you. Somehow, despite the tickling being purely internal, you can still kind of feel it against the skin of your tummy. Your free arm curls around your midsection like it can somehow protect you from the teasing, tickling touches, and a little squeak escapes you as a handful of the little fluttering things move up into your ribcage. 

They’re everywhere now, everywhere inside of you, softly buzzing over your bones and organs, like a thousand fuzzy bees tickling, tickling, tickling. You squirm helplessly against your bedsheets, clutching your stomach and kicking your legs frantically as your giggles grower higher and more breathless. There’s nowhere for you to wriggle away to when the wonderfully torturous feelings follow you whichever direction you turn. 

What’s worse is that the swarm within your stomach seems to react to your laughter. Every squeak and hiccup and hapless giggle jiggles your tummy in a way that sends the fluttering little creatures into a happy frenzy, causing them to bounce around in a terribly ticklish manner. It grows more and more intense until it’s enveloping every inch of your sensitive insides, overwhelming and all-encompassing, and becoming even more so with each passing moment. A few of the tickling parasites wiggle in between the folds of your intestines, and you squeal at the feeling. 

Your brain is starting to go numb, warm squirming helplessness turning you small and desperate and panting, mindless with giggles and the countless little feathery kisses peppering your guts and tummy. You think that maybe this is just reality now and you’ll be stuck forever thrashing about on your bed as your insides are tickled and teased endlessly when, all at once, the feeling fades, dissolving like cotton candy in water. You’re left panting and trembling against the covers, your skin prickling with phantom sensation. 

There were at least three of those mysterious candies left on the counter downstairs. You can’t help but wonder what would happen if you ate all of them at the same time, and your stomach does a little swoop, hot and shivery, as if anticipating the return of its tiny, tickling occupants. 

[tickly-trashcan]

Secret {Astarion x Reader}

“Why are you staring at me? You’re creeping me out,” Astarion drawled with a raised eyebrow.

You shrugged. “I’m wondering what else you’ve been keeping a secret.”

Astarion huffed out a laugh. “What, you think that because I’m a vampire that I’m untrustworthy? I’m hurt, darling.”

You shook your head quickly, taking Astarion’s hand in your own. “No, it’s not that. I can understand why you kept that secret at first. I’m more curious about… well…”

You fumbled over your words, trying to find out how to phrase it. Astarion smirked and leaned toward you, your faces mere inches apart. “Curious about what, darling? If you’re going to ask about my… preferences, I would like to let you know that I’m open to almost anything.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You know I wasn’t going to ask about that, shameless flirt.”

Astarion laughed and cupped your cheek. “What can I say? With someone as lovely as you, it’s hard not to flirt.”

A bit of heat touched your cheeks and you smiled. “I was going to ask if there is anything I should be careful of with you. Vampire-related or not, I want to make sure I’m not making you uncomfortable at all.”

Astarion’s eyes widened in surprise, but he was quick to correct his facial expression. He shrugged. “Darling, nothing you could do would make me uncomfortable. If anything, I should be asking you this question.”

You crossed your arms. Astarion sighed. “Well, I’m not fond of pain, but you know this. If you want to be more, erm– physical with me, I would request gentler touch.”

You smiled at that. “You’re a bit of a softie, then?”

Astarion flushed. “Well, I didn’t say that.”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him close. “What kind of gentle are we talking about? Hugs, kisses, tickles, hand-holding–”

“Since when is tickling considered gentle?”

You looked up at him with a small frown. “It can be very gentle, love. Can I show you?”

Astarion hesitated, but upon seeing the soft look in your eyes, he nodded. You smiled and gently began to trace your hands up his ribs, barely skittering your fingertips as you drew circles and scribbles along his ribs and sides.

Astarion could not hold back a small smile, curling into you as he shook with soft laughter. You grazed his belly and ever so slightly pinched at his hips, making him squeak uncharacteristically.

“Ah–! Hehehe, okahay!” Astarion tapped your shoulder and you ceased your tickling. He did not let go of you, however, still curled against you as you rubbed gentle circles in his back.

“How was that?”

Astarion hummed in contemplation. “Not as agonizing as I imagined. I suppose we could keep that on the list.”

You smiled and pulled out of his embrace to kiss him. He kissed you back, his own hands finding your hips while your lips were locked together. Your breath hitched and he smiled against your lips.

“Now, tell me, darling: how gentle should I be with you?”

[ticklygiggles]

Your girlie is definitely not biased *cough* (but why not do a little mix of LADS and Obey me since there's a certain naughty who needs her ticklies too 👀)

!Lers Zayne and Lucifer x Lee Reader (belly/or underarms and Neck) 🤭🤭

Congrats for 3k again my love, you deserve them all😍😍🎊🎊🎊

[3k milestone celebration]

A/N: *cough* 😳 sneaky little girl dlfnfkfnfgkfsndkf your mind is pure evilness. Thank you my cutie mwah 🥺💖 also thank you for indulging me hehehe❤️ (my cute mc bc I'm projecting)

You had barely stretched your arms up to fix your shirt when Lucifer caught the movement from across the room—and raised a brow. “Tsk. Displaying such vulnerable spots so casually?” he asked, already making his way to you. You tried to lower your arms too late—his hands were already beneath your arms with maddening precision.

Before you could even squeal, another pair of hands slid around your waist from behind. “Hmm… what’s this?” Zayne purred, his lips forming a breathtaking smirk against the side of your neck as his fingertips danced lazily over your belly, making your muscles jump. “You didn’t really think you could lift your arms like that in front of us and not get punished a little, right?”

You tried to twist away, but Lucifer simply smirked and tilted his head. “So squirmy already,” he murmured, his fingers wiggling under your arms just the way he knew it drove you crazy. Zayne leaned in to kiss and suddenly blew a soft raspberry. You let out a yelp, laughter spilling before you could stop it, as both of them picked up the pace, circling and teasing every weak spot like they've done hundreds of times before. “Careful,” Zayne whispered against your ear, making you giggle, “the more you react, the more we’ll have to explore~”

[guppygiggles]

Okay... Roll with me for a second.

Your favorite lee is relaxing in an oversized recliner, looking cozy with their favorite activity. On your way past, you hear them mention -- more to themselves than to you -- how cold the room is. And of course it would be, with their bare feet propped up like that. They could put socks on, but you can tell just by looking that they've got their nest just right, so you both know they're not getting up. You realize this for what it is: an invitation.

And you take it, of course. They reach for the warm fuzzy socks you return with, but you snatch them away.

"Ah, ah, you just stay comfy. I'll put them on for you."

There's a conversation of looks, with eyebrows doing most of the work. They are comfortable, and you did already get the socks, but you both know this is more than courtesy. You wait for them to lay back again, and their face blooms with a telltale flush as they do, one hand already abandoning their project in preparation for covering their face. You watch them take a subtle glance around to make sure nothing breakable or spillable is in breaking or spilling range. They think you don't notice these things, but you do, you always do.

"Onnnne," you announce, slipping the plush fabric over their right foot. They jolt as it touches them, and their hand neglects to cover the upturned corner of their lips. Their socked toes wiggle, and as you smile knowingly, they bury their face deeper.

"Twoooooo~" And then their second sock is on, no tricks.

They peek out after a moment, and you raise your eyebrows, prompting them to hide again.

"Well? Anything else I can do for you~?"

They can't say it, and you know that, but you love to watch the question tickle them; they squirm and mumble, and then all of their toes are wiggling, and their eyes are telling you everything, and you just can't TAKE it anymore! You scritch and scribble your fingers into the softness of their soles, eliciting a shriek of laughter as they jerk their feet back, but you chase up their body, tickling up their shins, their knees, and then you're both in the recliner and they're in your arms, laughing hard as you tickle them all over, focusing on the spots you know they love. You cuddle and gently squeeze them as they calm down, before climbing out of the chair and letting your favorite get back to their activity, both of your hearts and faces glowing for the rest of the afternoon.