the word 'Ticklish' in ANY context but ESPECIALLY "What's that matter? Are you too ticklish?" or, the other way, a lee giggling and saying "I'm too ticklish!"
giggling. even better: both parties giggling at the silliness of playfulness of it all
contagious laughter
either party calling the other cute. Ex: 'You're so cute when you giggle'
blushingggg. again from EITHER party. a lee being shy and embarrassed about their ticklishness, a ler blushing cause they're so attracted to their lee and dont know how to handle it
phantom after-tickles. love the idea of a ler giggling along with them at how silly and funny it is that they stopped tickling them but theyre still a ball of giggles.
tickle games of aaaany kind
wiggling fingers above a tickle spot and breaking even tho theyre not touching
giggling into a ler's chest
Getting a good spot and hearing the laughter turn more desperate and panicked
ticklish kisses, esp to the neck and ears
tickly cuddles
showing genuine concern and caution. 'Is this too much?' 'You still good?' 'you gonna be able to handle it here?' 'tap out if you need me to stop, kay?'
yet at the same time i love (in fiction) noncon tickle torture. just pure thrilling helplessness and merciless tickles you cant stop even if you wanted
both. both are good. one is only okay in fiction but in idea both are good
When I was a kid, I took blank VHS tapes and would record tickling scenes from cartoons onto them. Every episode I knew had a tickling scene, I would record it onto the VHS. I know I had at least 2 full tapes of this.
I don't know where these tapes went. I fear they're still in the basement of my parents house and one day they'll find them and put them into a VHS player to find out what they are
And it'll just be back to back tickling scenes
I just hope they never bring it up to me if that happens I'd die
going to bed with two lers, being in the middle of the bed so i’m always cozy and warm and cuddled, but then fingers start to crawl up my sides and i elicit giggles, and the other ler gets deviously jealous so he has to join in too so i just melt into a giggly puddle while hands start to crawl up my shirt and slip my bottoms off
Here you are icons! I have to be more quiet in my house still, so apologies for that cause I think it kills some of the characterization. But I hope you enjoy the listen. Much love.
Script is below the cut if you’d like it.
[Visual Note: The Listener makes their way to Lucifer part of the hotel, hesitantly knocking on the door. They had planned on spending some time together coming up with new duck ideas, but they are clearly feeling a little down.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, light knocking, door opening]
Lucifer: [cheerfully] Ah, there you are darling! Come in, come in! Are you ready to help me out with my duck–Oh. [pause] You look… well, let’s just say you don’t look like you’re at your best. [slightly panicky] But fear not! I, uh, I’ll fetch you something to drink! You look thirsty, are you thirsty? You should drink some water. Here.
[Visual Note: Lucifer runs over to fetch a glass of water for the Listener, ushering them towards a chair to sit.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, chair squeaking slightly]
Lucifer: [soothing] Here, come take a seat. Drink up. There we go. That’s good. So, uh, are you feeling alright? What’s going on? [pause] You don’t look fine, don’t lie to me. In fact you look like you haven’t slept a wink. Are you sure you’re feeling alright? [pause] Look at me. The wall isn’t going to help you. C’mon, please talk to me. I can tell something is bothering you. Are you feeling sick? Are you stressed out? Tell me sweetheart.
[Visual Note: The Listener at first avoids contact before finally mumbling to Lucifer that they didn’t sleep well the night before and are just not feeling great mentally.]
Lucifer: [softly] I see. I’m sorry to hear that you didn’t sleep well, sweetpea. It can be tough when your mind won’t let you rest. I know more about that then you think. [pause] Can I ask what’s bothering you mentally? Is it something… I can help solve that is–not that I don’t want to listen or anything I just–want to find a way to help you feel better.
[Visual Note: The Listener is reluctant to get into their problems but is clearly on the verge of tears and regretting not delaying their hangout.]
Lucifer: [quietly] That’s alright. You don’t have to share right away. Take your time if you need it. I’m right here. But you don’t need to hold back. I’m not going to judge you. Can…can I hold you? You…look like you’re on the verge of tears, I–
[Visual Note: The Listener lets a tear fall, and within seconds Lucifer is opening his arms for a hug. The Listener is scooped up and stands in Lucifer’s arms]
Lucifer: [soft] Oh, sweetheart. Come here. [pause] There we go. Let it out. I’m here for you, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere. You needed to cry, did you? That’s okay. You’re safe. Shh, shh. It’s going to be okay. I promise. Just focus on breathing. That’s right. In and out. Nice and slow. That’s better. Slow, deep breaths. You’re doing so good.
[Visual Note: The Listeners tears and quiet sobs subside.]
Lucifer: I’m not going to make you talk to me but–Oh? Yeah. I’ll listen. Just let it all out. [long pause] Ah. I see. I’m sorry. Life has it’s moments, doesn’t it? But you’re not alone, you know. I’ll always be around. This may be Hell but that doesn’t mean you have to go through anything without a shoulder to cry on, okay? No need to apologize. [pause] Come on, sweetheart. Can– uh, can you maybe give me a smile? I don’t like seeing you with a frown. It doesn’t suit you. [pause] Just a tiny one? I think it would make you feel better.
[Visual Note: Lucifer looks at the Listener, pulling away enough to look at their face.]
Lucifer: No? Nothing? Not even a little one? [pause, attempt at a playful tone] If you aren’t going to try, I’ll have to put in the work then. Uh– Okay. What does a duck have in its soup? [pause] Quakers! [pause] Wow, normally you at least give me a pity smile. I guess I’m going to have to bring out the big guns.
[Visual Note: Lucifer pulls the Listener closer again]
Lucifer: You know what the big guns are, right? When Charlie was little I’d do this all the time whenever she was upset. I’m quite persuasive from what I’ve heard, and if words aren’t working, well. I think I’ll have to ask a monster to come out.
[Visual Note: Listener pauses and tenses slightly]
Lucifer: [grinning] That’s right, you know who I’m talking about now don’t you? The tickle monster. Oh, no. Don’t try squirming away now, you’re stuck right here with him. And he just loves giving hugs. But you know what this hug is missing? That’s right! It’s missing some tickles!
[Visual Note: Lucifer begins spidering his fingers up and down the Listener sides, causing them to begin to wriggle within his grasp.]
Lucifer: Ohoho, the monster likes that. He lo(ooo)ves when you’re squirming and trying to escape him. He’s just waiting for those giggles to feed on. Come on, you know it tickles. Why are you holding back? Just let go, you know it will feel better. And if you don’t, well, the tickle monster is just going to grow more hungry. Maybe he should move his tickles a little higher, hmm? Just gently wiggle closer and closer to your ribs? Was that a squeak I heard? Uh oh. If you wanted him to stop you really should have kept quiet.
[Visual Note: Lucifer grins wider, clearly enjoying the effect his teasing has on the Listener. His fingers dance playfully, skimming up and down the Listener's ribs, savoring every giggle and squirm.]
Lucifer: Oh-ho! There it is! There’s that lovely little laugh I’ve been waiting for. I told you, sweetheart, there’s no escaping the tickle monster. And he’s just getting started! Oh, what’s this? Trying to twist away? Ah, no, no, no. That only makes him more mischievous. You know, I think he’s found his favorite spot. Right here, isn’t it? Every little giggle, every squirm, just makes him hungrier for more. No more hiding laughter from him. He is starving. Just let him tickle you–Ohoho, you’re losing your balance now? Trying to sink away to the floor? Fine. But that’s only going to make things worse.
[Visual Note: Lucifer’s voice dips into a lower, exaggerated growl, keeping the playful act alive as he brings the Listener to the floor preparing to tickle their stomach.]
Lucifer: The tickle monster has one goal, darling, and that’s to hear those delightful giggles. And I know just where to find them. He’s going to scribble and nibble all around that sensitive little tummy of yours. So delicious! He just loves the sound of your laughter and squeals. I wonder how much more it would tickle if I just start…tickle, tickle tickle! Coochie coochi coo! Who’s a ticklish little thing? You are! That’s right! The tickle monster is just going to eat you up!
[Audio Note: Playful squeals and laughter from the Listener as Lucifer chuckles along with them.]
Lucifer: Ah, that’s it! Sweet, sweet music to my ears. But wait… do you hear that? Oh no, the monster’s not satisfied yet. He wants to test another spot! He just can’t go without wiggling his fingers higher and higher! Right under your arms! And look at you, throwing your head back! You know, that’s just showing him another spot he could get at the same time to really get you squealing! Tickle tickle tickle!
[Visual Note: Lucifer digs in relentlessly into the Listeners underarms while nuzzling their neck.]
Lucifer: You can struggle all you want, but the tickle monster is relentless! Oh, what a precious sound. See? I told you the tickle monster knew exactly what to do to get you smiling again! Oh? You’re finally letting up? You’ve had enough. Okay, okay. Fine. Maybe the tickle monster has some restraint.
[Visual Note: Lucifer pauses his attack, letting the Listener catch their breath.]
Lucifer: That’s better. Deep breaths now. I didn’t go too hard only you right? I just wanted to make you smile and that seemed like the only way to do it. [pause] Okay, good. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Huh? What, it was obvious! Don’t worry about it, I think it’s adorable. No need to hide it. You look like you’re at least feeling a little better. Do–do you still want to help me out with some duck ideas?
[Visual Note: Listener nods, panting.]
Lucifer: [excited] Okay, perfect! I had the most brilliant idea for a new duck design! Picture this — a rubber duck, but it’s got devil horns and a little pitchfork. And when you squeeze it? Instead of a normal squeak, it lets out the most delightful evil cackle! Ohoho, imagine a whole tub full of them, all cackling away! And we could add tiny flames painted along the sides. I could call it the "Hellfire Quacker!" Catchy, right? Or maybe we could make a limited edition one that smells like brimstone? [his voice fades out]
When I drew the first version I didn't really put any sort of effort into it lol cause I wasn't really expecting it to recieve any attention, but lo and behold—
you guys went FERAL over that shit and proper surprised me SO here's an actual better quality redraw now that I'm more familiar with drawing Jaxxy boy hehe enjoy
You poor thing. You’re such a little lee that you can’t even type the word tickle without getting flustered. Does the mere mention of the word make you shiver? Do you feel phantom tingles in the spots where you wish wiggling fingers were dancing? Are you starting to imagine scenarios of yourself being stuck at the mercy of an insatiable ler?
