#a tickly tuft

[tickly-tufts]

🌵📚 and 🍄 please~

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so... there's this musical about the Odyssey-

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app?

oh i think you'll appreciate this one 😌

It was flusteringly ticklish, of course, yet Magnus couldn’t help recalling Charles’ own weakness. This would be much worse for you, he thought, then promptly paid for his audacity. 

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

when it comes to cherik, i think charles tends to be the meaner ler... yet he still crumbles embarrassingly fast as the lee

like magneto can resist and restrain his reactions fairly well (until charles gets evil), but properly target any weakspot on charles? make him endure more than a few seconds of teasing?

that man is going to be incoherent with giggles

(whether this makes magneto more or less likely to show mercy depends entirely on his mood~)

[tickles-tea]

shippy poly headcanon:

back when peter was the only one who'd tickle him, miguel could convincingly deny that he liked it, since peter's actually strong/agile enough to get past his defenses… then mj started tickling him too, and it became obvious that he was letting her

(they both tease him about it, but mj especially loves being like "oh no, you poor thing, however will you escape my clutches")

-tickly-tufts

Holy shit I love you

I was already wanting to think of something for the the poly group so this couldn’t be more perfect

But you’re absolutely right- even if he didn’t actually mind it, he’d definitely still put up a fight whenever Peter tried to tickle him and Peter would have to get creative just to get a few good laughs out of him

Even when they weren’t in public, Miguel would get all grumpy, growling out threats or trying to turn the tables

So when Peter catches Miguel backed into the kitchen counter with MJ pinching and poking at his sides, he expects Miguel to flip their places or at the very least grab MJ’s hands

Imagine his face when Miguel just keeps giggling and grabbing at anything but MJ. Covering his face, gripping his hair, holding onto the counter so his legs won’t give out- all complete with whiny little curses and “stopppp” s

Instantly Peter goes from >:0 to >:3c

Miguel can say “I just don’t want to accidentally hurt you!” all he wants but they know the truth 😌

Important note: he blushes like crazy when either of them tease him but there’s just something about MJ’s teases that make him short circuit LOL

[tk-writer]

that teenage robot episode definitely altered my brain chemistry -tickly-tufts

tt!!! how ya been!! good to see ya in my ask box again!!

LOL that episode plus the spongebob one (you know what im talkin about) changed my life forever 😭😭😭 brain has never been the same

[strawberriesinbloom]

That Kind of Day, Huh?

MJ/Peter/Miguel

Summary:

Miguel flinched as his breathing wobbled. He placed a hand over MJ’s hand, which had accidentally wandered a little too close to his side. “Ah, not there,” he muttered. It didn’t take an observant individual to notice the way he had stumbled over his words.

“What? You ticklish, buddy?” Peter asked while crossing his arms. 

Miguel scoffed. He lifted his head to give Peter an unimpressed glance his way. Refusing to dignify Peter’s question with a response, he rolled his eyes and laid back down. 

Word Count: 2037

A/N:

Happy holidays, @tickly-tufts. I'm your Secret Santa for @squealing-santa. This was a cute idea. I hope you enjoy :)

This is a tickle fic btw

~🍓~

Peter B. Parker had just finished putting his daughter to bed. He snuck one last kiss on her forehead before quietly leaving the nursery. Although he loved spending time with Mayday, she could be a handful at times, and Peter was more than happy to have some quality downtime with his wife.

‘Wife’ he repeated in his head. God, he missed that word.

Peter practically pranced into his bedroom. A pet name was already rolling off the tip of his tongue when he was suddenly shushed. Peter faltered slightly, stopping in his tracks with his hand still on the doorknob.

MJ was sitting up in bed with her back resting against the headboard. Her index finger was raised to her lips. Her cheeks were puffed out, as though preparing to shush him again.

But, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part was the fact that Miguel O’Hara was lying in MJ’s arms with his head resting on her chest. 

Peter cocked his head to the side. “Miguel?”

Usually, he texted before stopping by the Parker’s place.

The dopey smile on Miguel’s face vanished as he flashed Peter an irritated glare. He turned his head, so he was no longer facing him.

“He had a long day,” MJ explained, now that silence was no longer a pretense. Her long nails gently scratched up and down the expanse of Miguel’s back. If Peter listened closely, he swore he could hear the guy purring. “So, I expect you to not get into any of your usual antics, alright?”

Peter let out an amused huff of air. “Antics? Since when have I ever gotten into any ‘antics’?” He grinned as he sauntered over to the bedside next to MJ. “I’ve never done anything of the sort in my entire life.”

MJ rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, okay, whatever you say.” She laughed a little when Peter leaned down to kiss her.

“So, what has gotten this whiny baby in such a mood?” Peter asked once he straightened back up.

Miguel sucked his teeth. “You do realize I can hear you, right?” He scrunched up his shoulder blades a little once MJ started to caress the upper parts of his back.

MJ teasingly tousled Miguel’s hair. “He won’t say,” she told Peter. “I just think he needs some comfort tonight.” 

Miguel flinched as his breathing wobbled. He placed a hand over MJ’s hand, which had accidentally wandered a little too close to his side. “Ah, not there,” he muttered. It didn’t take an observant individual to notice the way he had stumbled over his words.

“What? You ticklish, buddy?” Peter asked while crossing his arms. 

Miguel scoffed. He lifted his head to give Peter an unimpressed glance his way. Refusing to dignify Peter’s question with a response, he rolled his eyes and laid back down. 

“Aw, come on, Miguel. You aren’t even going to answer me?” Peter began poking and prodding at Miguel’s side. He delighted in the way Miguel jumped at each jab.

“Peter…” MJ said.

Peter grinned. “I’m just trying to help him feel better. They don’t say that laughter is the best medicine for nothing.” He turned his attention toward Miguel. “So, come on, let’s hear that laugh of yours.”

Without warning, Peter squeezed Miguel’s waist, causing Miguel to curl up in on himself. “Stop that!” he growled. Miguel’s voice was low and gruff, but his tough persona was softened by how hard he was trying to avoid Peter’s gaze. 

The corners of Miguel’s lips began to perk up when Peter’s fingers started digging into his hips. He grabbed his wrist in an attempt to pry him off of him, but, interestingly enough, Miguel’s grip was loose and half-hearted.

Miguel gasped, as his eyes widened in fear. “M-MJ…!” he choked out. He began to thrash around, and Peter looked up to see MJ drilling her fingers inside Miguel’s armpits.

“What? I can’t have you having all of the fun,” she said when she noticed Peter’s expression. MJ continued her assault on Miguel’s sensitive skin. He tried to push himself up and presumably get off of her, but MJ was quicker than him. She hooked her legs over his back, trapping him in place.

Miguel barely managed to choke out MJ’s name again before using both hands to clamp his mouth shut. Peter clawed at Miguel’s stomach, which was driving him up the wall. His cheeks flushed, as Peter focused his attention on a particular spot that made Miguel writhe in place.

“Wow, you sure are stubborn, Miguel,” Peter said, enjoying the glare he was shooting him. “Not even a giggle?”

MJ’s fingers traveled down Miguel’s body and settled against his ribs, where she used her long nails to her full advantage and scratched at such a sensitive spot. As though to answer Peter’s question, Miguel tossed his head back and shrieked. He burst into loud laughter that almost made Peter flinch.

“AHAHA! Stahap! Stahahahap it! Both ohof you! EheEHEhehe…! Th—this isn’t funny!” Miguel’s eyes were squeezed shut as a wide smile overtook half of his face.

Peter wasn’t sure if he had ever seen the guy smile before, much less laugh, so this was a welcome sight. Miguel’s laughter wasn’t what he was expecting to come from a guy like him, either. It was loud, boisterous, and almost a little frantic. Miguel’s smile was a little lopsided from him desperately trying to stop himself from laughing.

“You have a nice laugh, Miguel,” MJ said, “It’s a shame we don’t get to hear it more often.” She shoved her fingers against his neck. He started to giggle and scrunch his shoulders up before she even had the chance to tickle him there.

Miguel giggling? Now, that was funny. It was, dare he say it, cute to see the way MJ could elicit such high-pitched noises from Miguel. At some point, Miguel squeaked. He stilled himself for a moment before burying his face in the crook of her elbow out of embarrassment. MJ only laughed, as she kept tickling him.

“This ihihisn’t fair! Hehehe…hehehaHAHAHA!” His laughter grew an octave or two when Peter started to spider his fingers against Miguel’s ribs. This was a sensitive area for him, which meant that this little weakness had to be exploited as much as possible. Miguel growled again, as he flailed about until he was on his side. “Peheheter! Peheheheter, I’ll—I’m going to kihihihill you! Ahahaha!” The threatening nature of his threats was drowned out by the desperation in his voice.

“I’d like to see you—oh, hey, wait, are those fangs?” Peter’s previous train of thought was left forgotten once he noticed a pair of rather sharp incisors sticking out of his mouth.

Miguel pressed his lips together in another attempt to stop himself from laughing. MJ tickled him underneath his chin, causing him to erupt in soft giggles once again. “Yeah, they are fangs,” MJ said, “That’s cute!”

“Very cute,” Peter agreed right before he vibrated his fingers against Miguel’s ribs. 

“Grr…ahahaha! I’m warning you, Peheheter!” He jutted his leg up, and it took Peter a moment to realize that Miguel was trying to kick him away. Peter stepped to the side and grabbed both of Miguel’s legs. Miguel gasped when Peter swung his leg over and sat on Miguel’s knees. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“This,” Peter answered before squeezing and pinching Miguel’s thighs. Miguel screamed. He screamed before melting into a loud cackle of a laugh. “Whoa! Calm down!” Peter shouted after he was almost bucked off, but he held his ground. He might have found Miguel’s most ticklish spot, and he wasn’t going to go down that easily. 

Peter kept skittering his fingers along Miguel’s thighs and occasionally drilled his thumbs into his hips just to keep him on his toes. Miguel shrieked every time he did that. MJ tickled his neck, sometimes choosing to flick the back of his ears, which made Miguel tilt his head side to side repeatedly in a futile way to get away from the sensation.

“Hahaha! This is toohoohoo much! Stahahap this instahAHAha—” Miguel swore when MJ decided to jab her fingers inside of Miguel’s armpits again. 

Just as Peter was about to tickle Miguel’s sides, Miguel grabbed both of Peter’s hands. Miguel glowered at Peter, who was trying to give up the biggest, most innocent doe eyes he could muster. Miguel paused for a beat before unceremoniously throwing Peter across the room.

“Peter!” MJ shouted, a hint of amusement at the back of her voice. She unhooked her legs from Miguel and tried to stifle a giggle. “Are you okay?”

Peter grunted when he landed on the floor, but he was quick to get up and dust himself off. “Never better,” he said, pretending to flex his arms. Now freed, Miguel got up and slowly crawled over to the other side of the bed. When Peter noticed this, he smirked. “Oh no, you don’t!” He ran over and tackled Miguel to the bed.

Miguel snarled but didn’t try to break free from Peter’s grip. “What’s wrong with you?” He looked at MJ, who was trying her hardest to hide her smile. She was failing quite badly. “Both of you! What’s wrong with both of you?” He was breathless, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. 

“Aww, don’t be like that Miguel. We were only trying to cheer you up.” Peter clasped his hands onto Miguel’s sides. Miguel gave him a wary look but didn’t say anything. “Besides, don’t think MJ and I didn’t notice how you didn’t even try to stop us in any capacity.”

“Except for when he tossed you off the bed,” MJ chimed in.

“Yes, except for when you tossed me off of the bed,” Peter responded, a little miffed at his cool moment being dampened. “But, other than that, you didn’t do anything. I mean, you’re a Spider-Man! You have more than enough ways to stop us if you wanted to.” Peter slowly massaged Miguel’s sides, earning some soft and awkward laughter from him. “That’s the key phrase, isn’t it? If you wanted to.”

MJ shuffled over so that she was sitting right next to them. “Miguel,” she said, tracing his cheekbone with her thumb. “Do you like being tickled?” Her tone wasn’t particularly accusatory. It was kind of sweet, as though she was asking how Miguel’s day was.

“Mhmhmm…I—I don’t ehehe…I don’t…mmph!” Miguel laid his hands on top of Peter’s hands once they started to wander too far up his torso. Peter could tell that Miguel was searching for some sort of excuse or way to get out of this predicament. “I, uh, didn’t wahahant to hurt MJ.”

“You gotta give yourself more credit than that. You have great control over your abilities. There’s no way you’d accidentally hurt anyone,” Peter said.

When he couldn’t think of anything else, Miguel sighed and accepted defeat. “Okahahay, maybe—maybe just a little…” He mumbled that last part but Peter could hear him loud and clear.

“Oh, that’s adorable,” MJ said, leaning in to kiss Miguel on the cheek, “Are you feeling better now?”

Miguel pried Peter’s hands off of him. He stared at the bed, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. “Yeah, I guess,” he said quietly, “More or less.”

“I knew it would!” Peter said. He grabbed Miguel’s face and gave him a messy kiss on the cheek. He stopped when Miguel’s groan suddenly turned into quiet giggles.

“Your stubble,” Miguel explained, rubbing his cheek. “It tickles.”

“Miguel,” Peter said in awe, “How ticklish are you, buddy?” Peter expected Miguel to make another snarky comment. He did not expect to be completely flipped over on his back. “M—Miguel?” he repeated, as his threatening figure loomed over him.

“Not as ticklish as you,” Miguel simply responded before digging his fingers into Peter’s armpits.

“Wahahahait! Hahaha! Let’s talk this out!” Peter shook his head back and forth. He lifted his hand to try to push Miguel out of the way, only to immediately clamp his arm down when Miguel’s tickling increased tenfold. “Hahaha…AH! MJ!” Peter screeched when he felt something skitter along the undersides of his feet. This was going to be a long night.

[anxious-lee]

omg please tell me you’ve read the lee husk fic by tickly-tufts!!! it’s SO good i’ve been rereading it all day

I HAVE NOW 💓💓💓

[missamyrisa2]

That tease you posted about a supervillian using a machine to tickle unsuspecting guys was very flustering and now I can't stop thinking about that scenario except the supervillian is looking for women and is just sitting back while the machine does all the work for her, teasing her helpless victims as she decides wether or not she's going to keep them as part of her 'collection.' And there's a special roller exclusively to tickle the toys royal buttons,,,,

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Oooh yes cute patootie 💙 you can run and hide but that machine has picked up the signal radiating out from your ticklish body ~ with a superior smirk the dastardly techy villain watches from her command center, seeing your adorably sensitive tush bouncing as it is cast under harsh spotlights ~ the machine's harsh voice announces that it has acquired a target and is proceeding with capture protocol ~ flexible tendrils snatch up your arms and pull you up like a rag doll~ robotic appendages flip you all around, manhandling and stripping away your clothes as tingly scanning beams wink into existence, drawing over your twitchy skin while the bot processes and sends data back to its creator~

She mmhmmm and oooohs over the snaps over your bodyscans and closeups of your skin as probing tools deploy, brushy tools and cold appendages whirling around your belly, dipping into your navel brushing up your hips and down your thighs pooling behind your knees ~ the cavalcade of instruments stimulate and interrogate your body in a line, poking and stroking and massaging and fluffing ~ down between each toes, a melee around your upper body to test your underarms and inner elbows and neck and face and even in your ears ~ the technomancer villain chuckles and draws a thoughtful nail on the control panel, having read the preliminary results ~ "specimen match 90% likely, request full body probes free" that harsh robotic voice warbles back to the home base~~ and moments later the bot trembles and beeps as new tools deploy with mechanical whines ~ "full body probe approved..."

Your body is handled and moved about again, floating above the city as onlookers snap photos and thank their lucky stars the bot found you tonight instead of them. Robotic hands slip from behind and briskly grasp at your chest, cupping your breasts as circular pads whirl into view. The cups flip up and reveal multiple lines of furry fuzzy material, which begin spinning rapids in opposing directions. You can fight and struggle all you like but the bot has a padded clamp on your midsection with endless flexible tentacles to keep you restrained and unable to resist as the tickly probing pads are brought forth to your royal girly chest buttons ~ the edges seal gently to your boobs and the furry liners begin their work, stimulating in circles with a tiny brush in the center dancing up and down on each nipple~

While you try to fruitlessly to shake the chest tests, the bot begins gently spreading your legs as the next probe is deployed. Scanning beams light up your thighs, moving inwards to catch live results and data for the roller currently spinning its way to your girly area ~ the edges of the tool illuminate brightly, showing off the tiny tufts of feathery fluff all along its surface. The cups on your nipples work earnestly, tickling away both to gather results for those hot spots, and to coax out your lower button. The roller spins and waits, the bot's eyes scan and relay to the villainess, who is now upright in her chair at attention, excited at this prospective new addition to her collection. She moans softly, a finger drawing around her own girly button as she watches your little pearl finally emerge, drawn out by all the erogenous tickling ~

Without a warning, the roller screeches forward, spinning rapidly and allowing the endless line of rotating feathery fluff to work your girly button. Your legs are held taut, unable to close, multiple feeds activate to capture your every move and reaction. You can glance to once side and see a closeup of your throbbing royal button being transmitted to the bot's master. Readings pile up on the data displays regarding your arousal and likelihood to gigglecum. The roller gradually moves up and down, side to side, and comes in from other angles too, measuring all of your reactions as it tickle torments your aching girlihood with uncaring efficiency. Every time your thighs quiver and your body reaches maximum arousal, the roller levels off and retracts, tauntingly tickling the air around your button as the cups slow and robotic hands hold you still for scans through the edge ~

A display slides out and is nothing more than a pair of purple plush lips, smiling with a fierceness that makes your body shiver ~ "oooh yes. This one is a keeper~" her voice speaks, and immediately the bot springs into action, deploying the roller, cups, and tickle tools all over your body ~ you are feathered and brushed from head to toe, tickly sensations crawling from all angles, exchanging frequencies and tactics in a flurry of activity while your buttons are stimulated without stopping ~ The bot runs its "TICKLEGASM PROTOCAL" with hasty efficiency to make you cum and tickle you beyond into the fuzzies, sealing in your hysterical gyrations with scrub brushes on your toes and dusters on your belly ~

Dimly aware your body is still being moved and handled, you awaken in a factory like setting as you are being deposited by the scout bot to be tagged ~ robotic hands hold you like a doll in the air as two clamps fold down and seal over your waist ~ with a vibrating buzz they perform their duty, releasing and leaving behind a brand new shiny thick black waist belt on your naked body ~ which seals and serves as a perfect little handle for the processing bot to scoop you up and take you deep into the villainess's lair to be added to her collection~<3

(sorry I got very carried away with this one ~~ I have sooo many ideas noww ~)

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

You Make Me Smile

Summary: Peter 1's been struggling so Peter 3 offers to help ❤️

CW: Mentions of depression/depressive episodes

(Sorry I haven't posted much writing in a while ❤️ My life has been crazy busy and I just haven't had the time or energy to do so ❤️ I'm back, I'm working on some prompts that I'll be able to post soon, and I just want you to know how appreciated you all are :) Hope you all enjoy and remember to take care of yourselves no matter how small the task may seem ❤️)

Peter 3 peeked into One's room. For the last couple weeks, One hadn't been himself. He had been super quiet and withdrawn, there were big circles under his eyes, and he didn't seem to be taking proper care of himself.

It was as if all the energy had been removed from his body and left nothing but a silent husk of a person in it's place.

Both Peter 2 and 3 were trying to help, but nothing they tried seemed to do any good.

Today, the youngest had been particularly quiet. "Uno? You okay?"

The youngest Peter did not reply.

The middle Peter pushed the door open more. "Could I come in?"

There was still no reply, but he also wasn't turned away this time.

Peter 3 stepped up to the bed. Currently, One was buried under a blanket with only a few tufts of hair peeking out.

"Hey Bug." The middle Peter sat on the edge of the bed. "Having another rough day?"

A face peeked out from the depth of the blanket and gave a quick nod.

"You've had a crazy past couple weeks." Three squeezed roughly were One's arm was. "Your mind being tough on you again?"

Another tiny nod.

"I've been there before and I know it can be tough. Is there anything I can do to help?"

For a moment, things were quiet.

Then a hand slid out to grab onto Three's.

The older Peter smiled. "Want me to hold you?"

Peter 1 moved to sit up still keeping one hand on Three's.

The tallest Peter cooed as he scooped his baby brother into his lap. "C'mere."

Once in his older brother's lap, Peter 1 curled into a ball.

Three rubbed circles into the youngest's back. "There we go. A good cuddle."

While Three kept up his circles, the youngest wrapped his arms around his brother and buried his face into his chest.

"I'm here if you need me Bug."

One hummed in contentment.

The older Peter lifted the hood of his baby brother's jammies over his head. "Simba."

In response, Peter 1 hid his face more into Three's chest.

"Whahat's wrong Bugaboo?" The older brother traced the youngest's ear with his finger.

One turtled into his shoulders.

"Uh-oh. You're not ticklish are you?"

No verbal response. Just the eyes on One's hood staring back at Peter 3.

Three moved his hand down to run his fingers over Peter 1's back. "Ihim getting the goofiest lohooks from yohou Sihimba."

One turtled even further into his shoulders.

"Ooo. I think Ihi hahave a ticklish lion cub ohon my hands."

Peter 1 tightened his hold as his shoulders began to shake a little.

"You're tryhying soho hard to keep your face hiddehen." Peter 3 leaned closer. "But I can stihill feel yohou bluhushing."

No response.

"Oh? Did it just darken?"

The youngest shook his head.

"Then why don't you show mehe." The older brother dragged his nails across One's shoulder blades.

A muffled squeal came from the youngest's mouth as he tried to arch his back away from those fingers.

Meanwhile, Peter 3 reached behind him to try to loosen One's grip. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"No!"

Three paused his movements. "No?"

A head shake. "Noho!"

"You don't want me to see your blushy face?"

"Noooo."

"Is thahat all yohou can sahay?" Three's fingers continued their attack on One's shoulder blades. "No, no, noho?"

"Eee! No!"

The same hand snuck down to lightly pinch One's sides. "Really? Is it just too tickly?"

"N-n-noho."

"Oh?" Peter 3 moved the pinches to the other side. "What about over here?"

A squeal followed by a head shake was the answer this time.

"Is one side more ticklish than the other?" Peter 3 lightly pinched between both sides.

One squirmed a little too much and revealed his face.

"Ihi knew you were blushyhy." Three tapped the youngest's nose. "Youw were juwst being stubbowrn."

One shook his head.

"Now you're lying toho mehe?" Three returned to dragging his fingernail on one of One's ear. "What's gotten into you giggle Bug?"

The youngest curled up on his side. A continous stream of giggles filled the silence in the room and the happiness on his face replaced the dead stare that had been there.

It filled Three's heart feel all warm and fuzzy to see the look. He knew the brain could be a pain in the butt and having a chance to be goofy and childish helped make things a little easier to tolerate. "You're such a cute little Giggle Bug. Soho itty-bitty tiny."

Suddenly, Peter 1 shot up and wrapped his arms around Peter 3's neck.

The sudden movement caused the older Peter to fall backwards onto the bed. "Wow! What ahare you dohoing?"

Peter 1 nuzzled his face into Three's neck, catching the older brother by surprise.

"Ah! Hehey!"

The mischievous giggles coming from the youngest made the whole interaction even more adorable. And that little grin made him even more precious.

Peter 3 let One have a few more moments being the tickle monster before he retaliated.

The older brother pinched along his baby brother's sides. "I got you!"

With a squeal, the youngest Peter tried to lean away, but an arm prevented him from going very far.

"Where do you think you're going hm?" Peter 3 lightly scribbled across his baby brother's tummy. "Does the little baby not like his tickles?"

Peter 1 shook his head.

"Awww, does he love them?"

"Nohoho!"

"What? Is the tickle monster not doing it right?"

"Noho!"

Three pulled the youngest closer. "Let's fix that."

A loud squeal left the youngest's mouth as his older brother's face nuzzled into his neck. The whiskery feeling from his unshaven face made things even more ticklish.

Not knowing what to do with his hands, One grabbed onto Three's hair.

"Ah!" Peter 3 grabbed One's hand. "Careful Bug."

The youngest Peter let go. "Sorry."

"Hehey, it got you to say something other thahan noho."

One stuck his tongue out at his brother.

Three growled as he leaned closer. "Are you being a sassy bean?"

A brief pause.

"No!"

The older brother tried to bite back his smile, but it was hard when he had such a cute face in front of him. "You know whahat I do to sassy beans?"

One shook his head.

"You don't?"

"No!"

"Wehell then." Three rested his forehead on his baby brother's. "Why don't Ihi show you?"

Before Peter 1 could respond, Three started peppering kisses into his face and neck. In addition, he made sure to rub every inch of his facial hair over the area to make it tickle even more.

Once Peter 1 was a blushy giggle mess, Three finally paused his tickles. He grinned at the sight of his bubbly baby brother. "Aww, whose the most pwecious wittwe baby?"

"N . . . Noho?"

"Are you ahasking me ohor telling mehe?"

In response, One pulled his hood over his eyes.

Three gasped. "Oh no! Where did he go!"

One's giggles picked back up.

"He just disappeared!" Three grabbed the edge of his hood. "Where could he have gone!"

The youngest squeezed his lips to try to muffle his giggles.

Three smirked as he pulled back the hood. "Peekaboo!"

One squeaked and hid his mouth behind his hands.

"Yohou claim you're nohot aha baby and yehet this is yohour favorite game."

"No!"

The older brother's smirk grew at the pinkish hue on his baby brother's cheeks. "Oho really?"

Both brothers were locked in a staring contest.

Without breaking eye contact, One slowly reached up his hand, grabbed his hood, and yanked it over his eyes again.

Three reached foward and quickly pulled it back again. "Peekaboo!"

Another squeal and bout of giggles followed.

"Sehee? Absolutely aha baby."

"Yohou're mehehean!"

"Awww." The older Peter kissed his brother's nose. "Are you mad cause Ihi stohopped?"

The youngest Peter hid his face in his hands.

However, that did not deter Three from pulling them back again. "Peekaboo!"

A third squeal and giggle bout betrayed the youngest.

"Yohou know whahat other things babies usuallyhy love?"

". . . Cuddles?"

Peter 3 scooped his baby brother back up into his arms. "Cuddles indeheed."

Peter 1 wrapped his arms around his brother's neck before resting his face in the crook of his neck.

"Hey Bubba?" Three rubbed his brother's back. "I know you've been going through a rough couple weeks, but when was the last time you ate something?"

One furrowed his eye brows together. He began counting on his fingers before his face flushed again.

"I know it's been tough, but you can't forget your health like that."

"I . . . I. . ."

Three stroked One's hair. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not yelling at you. I've been where you are, I've done the same thing. But I know it's not good for your body when you do something like that.

One gave a small nod as a response.

Peter 3 stood with his younger brother in his arms. "You don't need to eat anything big, but you do need to eat something."

"I know."

After a quick adjustment, Three kissed One's forehead so he could sniff his hair. He chose not to comment since he knew the last couple weeks had been rough on the youngest.

Instead, he focused on the important thing as he gave his baby brother's tummy a gentle poke. "Let's get some food in your tummy."

One giggled as he pushed on his brother's hand. "Ohokay."

"Now, what do you think you can eat?"

After a brief pause, One looked up at his brother. "Banana?"

"Why are you asking me Pete? It's your tummy."

The youngest Peter nodded. "Okay. Banana."

"Can we add anything else to it or just banana right now?"

"Yogurt?"

"We have them if you think you can eat one."

"Yes please."

Three nodded. "We can do that."

In response, One genuinely smiled.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Please?"

Three grinned back. "Okay."

With One in his arms, the older Peter headed downstairs. He knew the situation wasn't completely remedied, but it was on the right track to getting better.

They would start with a meal and move on from there.

[sunlitmcgee]

Hisunny!!! i see callium duo and then i cry and sob everywhere all the time. whatever u dont think about cranboo hibernating snuggled up to chommy and ctubbo and michael bee 4ever and ever!!!

OHHH, but Bliss, he is just so so eepy! So eepy this long creature. He is under 5 different weighted blankets and has wrapped cClingy up in several soft fluffy throws. He's holding Michael to his chest and has cClingy's ankles wrapped with both of his tails(which is a bit tickly, because of the fur tufts on each of them)!

He is still asleep when it's time for spring. Tubbo has to carry him out of the bed. The whole time he just murps and vvoops and whines, because Why, Why Do They Have To Get Up. Why Can't He Just Sleep And Forget The World.

but then Tommy says that they're gonna go out and pick some of the early spring flowers. and that sounds very fun to do after they have breakfast :)

[giggly-squiggily]

This is a tumblr hug, pass it on to your ten favorite followers and mutuals💖 <3

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Keep being awesome friends! :D

[stray-tickles]

C, G, H, V for Sasha?? 👀 -tickly-tufts

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

Oooh, I like to think she's got v good chances either way. Give her a sec to gather her thoughts as the chasee and next thing you know she's pulled an uno reverse card and the chaser is running for their lives.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

Idk why but I feel like gentle tickles are way worse for her, yet another reason the others don't think she's very ticklish, but light tickles get her shrieking and swearing like crazy. V hard to keep her still enough to manage super light tickles but she just dies on the spot.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

I think as a ler her habits are mostly faking ignorance to what she's doing to get her lee to say the word. Though she's also very good at getting a specific 'I'm gonna tickle you' look in her eyes that has the others all running for the hills

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

Oh Tim for sure. He's usually so confident and teasy so he tends to ler a lot, and it's so satisfying to knock him down a peg, plus he's very affectionate in general and especially with Sasha so they both have a lot of fun. He has a really loud, wacky laugh that almost sounds put on, and Sasha mocks the hell out of it.

[dannystheone]

how do you think the twisted characters(but you can't take Leona) would react if they were tickled with a feather?

You dare dictate who I can and can't take in my own house

just kidding I talk about Leona too much anyways lol

hi hi hi thank you for your questionnnn

Hmmm I believe I've answered this already, but I think Epel, Ruggie, Ace, Riddle, Ortho, and Kalim would be feather ticklish. All the small boys teehee

-Epel and Ace are squirmers, they'll stop at nothing to try and escape. Epel more so than Ace, cause Ace actually likes it. Epel loathes it, cause he's seen for what he is, a small cutie with an adorable laugh. Because of their small frames, it doesn't take much to take them down and move past their defenses to start tickling them with feathers. Their laughs are high and bubbly, Epel starts hiccuping soon enough and Ace starts squealing after a bit of this. Pink cheeks and happy smiles :)

-Ortho and Kalim don't mind it at all! They actually request it from time to time. They think the sensations are super sweet and relaxing, but around their ears it might get to be too much. Despite them liking and requesting this though, their legs and arms tend to flail if not properly pinned down. That's just how tickly they are. But they still love it, and their Ler's love seeing their cute faces! :)

-Ruggie and Riddle are fighters, they have reputations to uphold, especially Riddle. Ruggie just doesn't like being tickled or having his tail touched, but wiggling a feather in the hair tufts in his tail flusters him a lot. Riddle can't handle feathers anywhere, especially around his neck, so when tickling these two they have to be properly pinned down. Ruggie can't handle it on the palms of his hands, it's way too tickly for him. If either boys even get a slight advantage, they take it to escape the tickles. But even when tickled, their eyes and nose scrunch in happy faces :))

I hope you like this!

[tickly-tufts]

ive been playing xenoblade 3 lately nd was wondering if you have any mio hcs 👀 -tickleraptorss

well first of all... im not immune to the ears. i think it'd be adorable if scritching them a certain way or gently blowing at the insides made her twitchy and giggly. sena would definitely be the one to discover that weakness first (along with mio's ticklishness in general), but i could also see eunie being playful about it.

beyond that, her upperbody's the best target, and she'd be most susceptible to teasy nimble tickles. i also agree with @rainbowwing251's headcanon that she'd be shy about requesting it... which becomes a struggle with noah, who alternates between being oblivious and being a menace.

[tickles-tea]

hot, morally questionable, and/or radiating babygirl potential -tickly-tufts

The babygirl accusations write themselves!! How am I not supposed to read them!!

Yes he’s killed several dozens of innocent people- he was just having a bad day and it doesn’t make him any less babygirl

[tk-writer]

1, 5, 8, 9, and 10 right back at you -tickly-tufts

1. What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?

everything saiouma tbh, especially the saiouma talent swap au! i've never written more than like 5k words in a single setting but i CRANKED that story out in like 3 or 4 days and it ended up being close to 20k! one of my proudest achievements ;_;

5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?

mmm i don't know how to answer this because there isn't one fic that i wish had more popularity! i wrote them for fun not cuz i wanna be popular ya know?? although the sweet validation of reblogs and likes does keep me going! maybe the makorra fic?? i know it's not as popular of a ship as korrasami but i still like them together sometimes!

8. Which fic this year was most fun to write?

oh gosh there were a couple i had a lot of fun with!

one was the kagehina There Was Only One Bed story. i just, i love how they're rivals but friends and writing their dynamic was so fun!

AND ANOTHER ONE was the zukaang fic where aang has a sleepover with zuko, i kinda wrote it with my partner in mind and whenever i read it it makes me think of them 🥰

OH OH OH and basically all of the joesara fics!! their friendship is just so pure and sweet, i cluldnt get enough of them!!

sorry this is way more than one sjdhdjdkd

9. If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?

i was actually thinking of rewriting the oihina fic with hinata and oikawa. i don't like how it turned out, it doesn't flow like i wanted it to, i stepped out of their characters a bit too much so i'm not 100% happy with it.

also in general i just need to proofread my fics before i post skdjdjdkdjdhd so many plot holes and types

10. What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in the new year?

to be honest, i want to focus more on my original short stories and develop my OCs further. it's not that i don't or won't write for fandom anymore, but my dream is so create stories and characters of my own and maybe even start my own fandom!! i have this daydream of people making fan art/writing pages of analysis on my content and it's basically the only thing that excites me anymore skdhdjdkdjshdjdjd idk if im good enough at writing to pull it off though!

[tick-fic-nick]

Neighbors p2

Ranboo could feel the two other men staring at him, it made the enderman half of him quite uncomfortable. He could tell by look at both Technoblade and Philza that they were planning something, he felt the need to escape but Techno was blocking the door.

A monotone voice from behind him got his attention "Hey, Ranboo?"

He turned to look at the Blade with a nervous expression. He trusted his neighbors not to murder him but the look in their eyes was just pure evil. Ranboo knew something was about to happen. But even though his nervousness he was able to ask "uhh, yeah Techno?"

Techno was now close enough and put an arm around him, pulling him along with him to the couch where philza sat smiling, still looking rather flushed. They sat down next to him, Ranboo between the two men, philza leaning into his back and right side.

Technos arm that was behind Ranboo scratched lightly against his left side. Ranboo jumped, leaning more into philza. A small giggle leaving his lips. Some of the nervousness and anxiety that he felt, got away from him in this moment.

"You wouldn't happen to be ticklish would you?" And he repeated the scratching, getting the same reaction.

A small blush dusted Ranboos cheeks (though it was only seen from the white side). "Ehehe I'm not sure." He answered honestly.

Technoblade partiality dropped his mischievous gleam, "wait, have you never been tickled before?" He lowered his hand from his neighbors side. Ranboos only response was a small innocent shake of his head.

It made sense to techno. Endermen were typically very bashful and lonely creature that took to themselves. Also, Ranboo himself was a little strange. That and along with his tall, sometimes creepy, stature he could assume that people might not be touchy Feely with him.

Philza wrapped his arms around Ranboo in a comforting embrace, "well mate, do you want to be?" He nuzzled into the taller man's shoulder

"Uh, I mean I probably won't mind, what should I do--" he was cut off by his own squeaking. Philzas fingers poking his stomach he curled up on himself. Techno spidered both his hands onto any area he could find on his abdomen. Ranboos was giggling like mad, and was only made worse when his friends started to tease him.

"Tktktktktktktktkt"

"Oh mate, look. We've got a giggler!"

"Ahahehehe! Guhuhuys! Guhuhuhuhuys wahahit!"

Through his laughter his body kept sliding down until his head was in philzas lap, giggling into his pants leg. His knees get scoped up by techno and get placed in his lap as he begins to spider there as well. His legs lightly kicked out trying very hard not to injury anyone.

"Aww, Ranboo, this is adorable!" Philza teased as his finger began tracing his ears and neck. The constant giggling turned high pitched. On Ranboos white side his blush just kept getting deeper and deeper. It was soon covered by ranboos hands hiding his face.

"Nohohohoho, ihihihim not --Eek ahahahadohohorablehehehe!" His giggles were muffled, but still loud enough. He also squirmed enough that his tucked shirt had become untucked, even to the point of been rid up.

"I don't know Ranboo, this is preeeeeeetty adoorable" techno teased as his fingers began to slither within Ranboos shirt, gently pinching and scratching the two toned tummy, and ribs underneath. Ranboos giggles turned into actual laughter.

"Ranboo, I cant see you laugh if your hands are infront of you face~" philza took the left hand of ranboo and held it up. With his other hand he wiggled his hand into his armpit. Ranboos threw his head back and his laughing only got louder from there.

Philza looked down at him to make sure he was okay. Even with have half his face covered, it was clear that ranboo wasn't totally hating the situation that was thrust upon him. His laughter was carefree, and he hasn't said stop yet. Not even his hands were trying to stop.

"Guhuhuhuhuhuhuhuys! PleheheEEHEEASE!"

Techno changed his technique to vibrating his fingers on ranboos ribs. "Whats wrong Ranboo? Does this tickle? Are we tickling you?"

"IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT- AHAHA!" His light laughter turned into loud cackles. The hand that still covered his face rushed down to grab hold of technos wrists. "NOHOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Philza stopped torturing the poor man's hollowed pits, and let go of his other arm. Which shot down to protect his torso from technos tickly onslaught.

Techno looked over to Ranboos flushed facial features, tear stains, wide smile, with a twitching eyebrow. He slowed his fingers to a light skittering, letting the loud laughter die down into giggles and light squirms.

Techno kept this up for a bit, and ranboo never did complain and he just dissolved into the couch, into Phil, and Techno. He could've almost fallen asleep... almost.

When Techno finally stopped, he looked at Ranboos face. On the human side he had remnants of tear stains and a big wobbly smile. On the enderman side, it looked more relaxed and calm. When he first walked into the house, his enderman features were cautious and meek, but now he seemed more legitimatly happy.

"Now does this count as platonic physical affection?"

He knows techno didn't mean it as a tease but it still made him feel tingly. "Yeah, uh I... I wouldn't mind."

Those words warmed the two older men's hearts, though techno would never admit it. Wordlessly, they all know that this was probably going to happen a lot more, but they didn't have to think about that right now.

A light rain began to tap at the windows, ranboo looked towards it "Aaaaand it looks like I'm staying for a bit. If that's okay with you techno"

Techno looked outside, and it wasn't heavy rain, but he knew his friend had quite the water allergy, "Yeah, wouldn't want ya to melt out there." He picked up his friends legs while standing and set them on his seat. He walked over to his reading chair with a book in hand and glasses on snout.

Ranboo was still slumped into the couch laying his head on Phil's leg, who had begun to play with his two toned tufts of hair. Too tired to move he started to drift off into a nap. Thinking about his bad ass neighbors just wrecked him with tickles, with a slight smile still glued onto his face.

[missamyrisa2]

What about lees with hairy royal areas? I feel like there’s a huge stigma against them and I hate it. :/

Like, it takes a lot of work and conditioner to get the hair down there soft enough to deal with, let alone shave. And that’s a lot of trouble to keep up with! So bushy and course it is!

I’m always afraid it’ll be too much of an inconvenience to bother, and honestly with my low pain tolerance idk if I could handle wearing those lip clamps to reveal my princess pearl, when it doesn’t take that much effort to just hold them apart.

Idk, I’m sorry, I just wanted to ramble and hopefully get some validation since you celebrate all body types.

That and advocate for hairy tummies on girls because curse you polycystic ovarian syndrome that makes me extra hairy!!!

I swear there is an underlying link between me and all of you ~ like a line of feathers trembling and transmitting all our thoughts into a centralized tickly web~

Because I had a tickle hot thought this morning about teasing up fuzzy areas but especially armpits with nothing but my palms~

I love love love fuzzy n hairy tickle spots!~ On girls, on boys, on whoever ~ they're amazing <3

It's like you come equipped with built-in tickle amplifiers ~ I can take my fingertips or palms or maybe a soft makeup brush, and just glide on those hairs, waking them up with the lightest of touches to tremble on the nerves below. I'll get you giggling and wiggling helplessly without even touching your skin yet, which of course I'm going to tease you relentlessly with a "I'm not touching~ you can't laugh ~ noooot touching, you can't laugh!!" taunt~

Not to mention, fully furnished royal areas are both adorable and especially opulent~ It's sooo fun to explore those gardens, twirling my fingers around and finding the most sensitive giggle-wriggle inducing paths on the way to your lovely girly pearl ~ and I'm sooo gonna tuft up all that lovely hair to coerce your royal lips to open and show me that gorgeous jewel~

And don't get me started on fuzzy bellies ~ they're so unique and artful! I looove to spider my fingers around and explore all those cute patterns, gliding along those giggle strips and happy trails~ trust me...brushing lips lightly along a trail of ticklish fuzzy tummy is especially tickle hot~!