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if your palms are ticklish lower your voice when you talk to me

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Hearing them ask “Are you ticklish?” even though they already know the answer time and time again is something I never knew I wanted so much as a verbal tease 😳😵‍💫

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Sometimes you just wanna have a lee next to you so you can hold them down and just flutter and dance your fingers up and down both sides of their neck for an extended period of time. Scrunch one side? Oop, the other is soooo open. Scrunch the other way? Well now that side certainly would love some attention. Will they break immediately? No probably not. But that’s not the goal.

The goal is that extended period of constant tickles will gently melt their mind so all they can think about is your tickly fingers and how helpless they are, making the most adorable noises for you some would say pathetically cute if the lee is so inclined.

A neat bonus is that their ears are right there so you can let them know they’ve given into the tickles since they can’t even fight back against you as they try to flop around tiring themselves out so it’s even easier to hold them.

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let it slip to a friend who’s very active on tumblr that i have a blog and she won’t stop trying to guess what it’s about and i told her i’m taking it to my grave but also part of me wants her to find out (but there’s no way i’m ever saying it directly i think i would simply burst into flames 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

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thinking about getting tickled while they yap about their interests/ hyperfixations then quizzing me and torturing me more when i get the answer wrong

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noticing your requests are open!!

i’ve had this idea for a bit but how about ragatha and pomni are watching a movie together and ragathas just yapping along very engaged and happily enjoying the movie until there’s a tickle scene making her feel all nervous and in a bit of a lee mood and well

her dear friend pomni is here to help her out

Hear Me Out: Ragatha

~Hey, @missigniculus! I saw this request in my inbox and figured I’d kill two birds with one stone. Very cute ask from Anon; happy to hear y’all out. This can be read platonically or romantically; I was nice and ambiguous. I hope you both Enjoy!~

Lee: Ragatha

Ler: Pomni

Summary: Pomni and Ragatha are watching Caine’s attempt at a movie. It’s odd, but it does have a certain scene that puts Ragatha on end. The clown notices and, after a nice talk, decides to help her out.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“Wow, this is…really bad.”

Pomni chuckled at the two characters on the screen, their AI-generated hands knotting together instead of holding one another. If they were attempting romance, they’d failed horribly.

The gang had been a little on edge that week thanks to some adventure mishaps. Looking back in the Suggestion Box, Caine decided to try his hand at filmmaking. It went about as well as one would expect.

“I mean, it could be worse. The frames-per-second rate is really steady, and their hair is moving the way it should in the wind. If you look at their eyes…” Ragatha yapped on and on about the film; she was surprisingly well-versed in animation jargon. Pomni didn’t really understand any of it, but it was still nice to see her so passionate about something. 

Pomni tuned in to the sound of Ragatha’s voice, letting her mind drift a bit. She knew the doll would be fine with it; they often spoke for hours without the other giving much input. It was nice to just exist near someone else.

So, when Ragatha suddenly trailed off, Pomni was immediately on guard. 

Ragatha looked tense, her spine straight and eyes trained forward. On the screen, the two characters had apparently gotten playful. One had their hand under the arm of another, wiggling their fingers in their armpit. It wasn’t exactly the most anatomically accurate, but the laughter sounded genuine and life-like. A snort made Ragatha full-on flinch.

“Uh…you okay, Ragatha?” Pomni reached out, her hand resting atop Ragatha’s. She felt the doll twitch from the touch, a small blush forming on her cheeks.

“Uhm…if I tell you something, do you promise you won’t judge?” Ragatha looked everywhere but Pomni’s eyes, seeming nervous and embarrassed. What could be worrying her like that?

“I can guarantee someone’s told me weirder. Promise.” The clown girl gave Ragatha’s hand a reassuring squeeze, letting her know she was ready. Pomni didn’t really have any room to judge her; she had plenty of things going on upstairs.

“Well, I guess I… Y-you know what they’re doing?” Ragatha wiggled her hand at the screen, her blush intensifying. “I…like that. N-not in a weird way, just…it’s fun, ya know?”

“Oh…yeah, I get that.” Pomni nodded, scooting a little closer to her fellow player. “Like, it makes you happy. It’s fun to be happy.”

“Would you…want me to do it?”

That stopped Ragatha’s thoughts in their tracks. Pomni was offering to…tickle her? Just like that? 

“Yeah. I-I mean, only if you’re comfortable! I wouldn’t wanna force you to do anything you don— GYEEhehe!”

Ragatha’s nervous rant was cut off by her own squeal. Pomni had given her side a little squeeze; judging by the look on her face, she was happy with the reaction.

“Wow. You’re super ticklish, huh?” Pomni wasn’t trying to tease; she just found that fract adorable. Unfortunately for the doll, it was stupidly flustering.

“P-Pohomni! Don’t say that!” Ragatha’s voice was whinier than Pomni had ever heard it before. It was…kind of adorable. She needed to hear more.

Climbing onto Ragatha’s lap, Pomni began to squeeze up and down her sides. Loud, unrestrained laughter bubbled past her lips, pitchy and a bit obnoxious. It was the best sound she’d ever heard.

“Your laugh is adorable.” Pomni smiled as she tried out a few spots. She was pleasantly surprised to see Ragatha lean into the tickling on her stomach.

“N-NYAHAHAHA! POHO– *snort* POHOMNIHIHI!” Ragatha could’ve melted right then and there. Pomni was complimenting her, tickling her favorite spots, accidentally teasing her. It was amazing…

Pomni laughed as she noticed something. Ragatha’s pupil had morphed into a heart shape, a wispy little tear beading in the corner of her eye. When the clown girl tried to wipe it away, she felt little cotton fibers under her thumb. Their bodies made no sense… It was kinda fun.

The clown girl could tell Ragatha was getting tired, but she had one more spot she wanted to try. Pomni reached up, gently fluttering her fingers on the side of Ragatha’s neck; her reaction didn’t disappoint.

“GYAAHAHA! *snort* POHOHOMNI! H-HOHOLY *sproing* NOHOHO!” Ragatha jolted, hunching up her shoulders as she tried to protect her worst spot. She knew she was being loud, but she couldn’t help it; it was stupidly ticklish.

Pomni’s eyes widened at her nearly hysterical laughter, her cheek circles turning a deeper red. She’d never expected that kind of reaction. It was…incredibly endearing, just watching her let loose. Still, it was a lot, and Pomni didn’t want to overwhelm the poor girl. She pulled back, switching to gentle side rubs instead of tickles.

“O-Ohohoho myhy gohohosh…” Ragatha panted as her sides were rubbed, collapsing back into the couch cushions. Music from the TV drew her attention; their movie had ended. She’d completely forgotten about it.

“Whoops,” Pomni shrugged, not sounding the least bit remorseful. “We can watch the rest some other time.”

“Hush,” Ragatha huffed, pulling Pomni in for a hug; she was pretending her cheeks weren’t on fire. The clown girl huffed, but she wasn't about to say no to affection. But, of course, there was one last thing to do…

“We can also re-watch the tickle scene. Maybe I can learn a thing or two for you.”

“Pomni!”

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"What kind of tickles are your fav-"

Whatever kind makes my brain like this:

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Rb if it's okay for people to ask you tickle-related questions

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ok so having now finished ds9 i think i might go back and write this aka my (hypothetical) first fic ever?? i keep chickening out every time i think about it but i think it’s too good of an idea to waste sjdhsjdkdj

on ds9 s5 and.. fic idea?? (spoilers for ds9)

so odo’s human now right. and quark just said he can’t get a smile out of him ever since he lost his shape shifting abilities. what if,,, what if odo and his buddies x cheer up t wording x look at this neat giggly human feature trope 👀

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lost the only person that knows i like any of this or gave me any physical affection of any sort. i’ve never had the kind of friends that are physically affectionate or touchy in any way not even t word stuff and i don’t know how you initiate that with friends anyway even if i did have friends that i think would. don’t know if i’d even be able to open up to anyone about anything like this again either.

looking forward to constantly fantasizing about receiving any physical affection at all like i did for the last 20 years before i met my ex.

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1000 likes!

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guys i am extremely high right now and why does it. ||tickle|| fuckin wrote the word out for this shit istg 🦅🦅

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aos + tos // WHEN I WAS OLDER - Billie Eilish

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Diluc x Ticklish Male!Reader

Romantic + 11. “So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” Requested by @blue-little-angel for my 1K Followers Event🌻

You started it. Really, anyone would say you literally asked for it. But how could you help yourself? When Diluc was tying his hair in one of those pretty ponytails with his hair tie in his mouth, looking so gentle, charming, vulnerable, beautiful...

Well, your hand just acted on its own!

You reached out, tickled him and watched his adorable reaction unfold. The delight of watching him yelp with his arms shooting down, and seeing the blush spread on his cheeks, it was quite short-lived.

You went from giggling triumphantly to cackling your head off the moment he lunged at you, his fingers digging into your sides for a fitting tickly revenge.

"Cheeky little guy, you thought that was funny hmh?" he said with his hair tie still between his teeth as he tickled you, his attack calm and calculated, yet so very torturous.

"Yehehes! I'm sorry-ackhahha! Dil-Diluhuhuc wahahait!" you laughed, and you tried to jump up and get out of his reach, but this was a game easily won by him. You always failed at tickle fights against your evil boyfriend, no matter how much you tried to win.

It was a combination of those ticklish sensations and the way Diluc would always look whenever he tickled you: so charming and elegant, it made your entire mind and body go weak.

And it happened a lot, actually. Whether you teased him physically or verbally, whether he was trying to be romantic, playful or vengeful, or whenever you were too tired in the morning or too energetic, Diluc would find a reason to tickle you.

It became clear to you that he just enjoyed this way of showing affection, and you might like it even more. Despite the somewhat uncharming noises you made every now and then...

"Heehehehee NAhh! Not thehehere!" you howled when his wiggling fingers reached under your shirt. You weakly grabbed his hands but were unable to stop them from making you laugh. Diluc smirked at your attempts.

"You'd say that no matter where," was his soft answer, and with one hand he swiftly took the hair tie out of his mouth and put it around his wrist. He then pulled you tightly against him into a warm and comfortable hug, but, not without the tickles.

"Eyaaahaha! Okahahay I'm sohohorry! Yehehes?!" you laughed, kicking your legs in hysteria. Diluc merely scratched your tummy and sides and was able to turn you into such an embarrassing orchestra of sounds and noises with only little effort.

"Hmm," Diluc hummed, staring absent-mindedly in the distance while his fingers continued to scribble all over your ticklish areas.

"One more time," he suggested.

"I'm sohohorry for tihihickling you!" you howled, trying the more specific way. And it worked! Diluc only tickled you a little more after that, then he finally stopped.

"Whew. This time, I kinda deserved it," you agreed breathlessly, and you pulled your shirt back down to cover up your tummy which still felt ticklish even when Diluc's attack had stopped seconds ago.

"Hmm," Diluc responded quietly, and he nodded. You smirked, thinking it was so funny that for such a quiet guy, he sure was very tickly.

"So, what will be your next excuse to tickle me?” you asked, and you noticed from the way Diluc blushed that he wasn't ready to suddenly be confronted with his repetitive ways of punishing you, teasing you, and so on.

"Well... I-if you keep giving me reasons to..." Diluc looked you in the eye and paused mid-sentence, changing his mind. He then gave you a tender kiss on your lips and smiled.

"I mean... why would I need an excuse to tickle my boyfriend?" Diluc asked, no longer looking flustered. The one who was blushing like crazy: it was you again. Eep. 2-0 for Diluc! You collapsed against him and couldn't stop smiling, covering your face with your hands while you gathered your breath.

In the meantime, Diluc finally successfully finished tying his hair, looking even more beautiful. You were truly so lucky to have him!

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Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 8 - Haunted

Howl x Sophie

A/N: We don't have a cute picture of this couple because I didn't queue this and now I'm suffering djdkkd I hope you enjoy it!

"Aaaagh! I'm going to die!"

"Didn't you say you had everything under control?"

"I'm trying my best here, Sophie!"

Sophie covered her mouth and giggled. Only a few minutes ago Howl had appeared back from his business with a big mirror in his hands. It was very beautiful, adorned with a frame made of pure, shining gold and with figures of flowers and wild animals. Very beautiful, but it made Sophie feel a little uncomfortable.

Howl had explained that it was a haunted mirror. An old lady living in a rather old house had asked him to fix it, Howl had accepted, thinking that it was something easy to do, after all he was the great Wizard, Howl Pendragon Jenkins, but now he was in this situation. 

"Let me go!" 

A pair of ghostly arms had come out from inside the mirror and had grabbed Howl's wrists in a tight grip. Sophie's poor husband had tried desperately to free himself, but no matter how hard he pulled and how many spells he muttered in different languages, the hands holding him wouldn't even tremble. 

"Howl, I think this is not working."

"That I can see, Sophie!" She giggled again as her husband kept struggling. "Uugh! I hate this!"

Thankfully for Sophie, the mirror hadn't grabbed her, but she was getting a little worried about Howl. She didn't know much magic and she doubted Markl could help them at all.

"This is troublesome, Howl. What will we do?"

"Aaagghh!" Another pair of hands reached out from the mirror and latched to Howl's waist. "Let me go, dammit! I'm gonna-a-ah! W-Wait n-no, nahahahat thahahat!" 

Sophie widened her eyes as Howl giggled brightly, squirming and trying with renewed force to pull himself free as the new pair of hands started tickling his sides? What was going on?

"Did that old lady mention anything like this- oh!" One more hand sneaked out from the mirror and gave Sophie a beautiful red rose. "Oh, thank you! Hey, Howl, I think it likes me!"

"Sohohohophie! Hehehelp mehehehe!" The hands holding his wrists lifted his arms above his head and the other set of hands moved to his ribs, making him cackle as he threw his head back, his feet stomping against the ground. 

"Ah, but I'm kinda liking this mirror! Look, they're giving me a massage!" Sophie said, nearly melting as an extra pair of hands gently massaged her shoulders. "Ah, so nice."

"PLEHEHEASE, nohohot thehehere!" Howl laughed hysterically as his ribs kept under attack. Little tears of laughter were running down his cheeks and even though Sophie was enjoying his laughter very much, he knew her poor husband was too ticklish for his own good and a quick break was needed already.

"Hmm, hey, kind mirror. Could you maybe stop tickling Howl for now? He's very ticklish, you see, I think-"

"SOHOHOHOPHIE!"

"-he won't be able to stand more tickling, poor thing."

And with that, the tickling stopped and the two pairs of hands holding Howl disappeared inside the mirror again, but the ones massaging Sophie stayed. 

"You are really kind, Mirror," she said, seeing her husband collapsing on his knees, giggling softly.

"I'm g-gohonna tahake th-this mirrors back."

"No. I want it."

Howl lifted his face. "What?!" 

"Can we keep it?" 

"Are you crazy, Sophie? This thing is a menace! What if- N-Nohoho! Ahahaha!"

"We're going to keep it," Sophie said. She had launched at him and was tickling him, the hands massaging her moved to grab Howl's wrists. 

"Ahahahahokahahay! Okahahay! We'll keheheheep it! I'll buhuhuy it frohohohom the old lahahady! Plehehease!"

"You are too kind, Howl! Welcome to the family, dear Mirror!"