#sfwtickles

[jamiesgotchu]

this is Skunk (they/them), an oc I came up with a couple days ago and I have not stopped drawing them SINCE. they're so squashy and angsty hehe little angry guy

(ppsst!!!! rbs appreciated if you like my art:3)

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

YO !!

So my friend who’s part of the tk community has made a little thing for members of the tk community to spot eachother irl without being caught! :D

You can draw these lil feathers on the back of your hands and write a letter to let ppl know your role (L for Lee, R for leR, W for sWitch, switch is on the wrist) just so that you could perhaps run into some members in the wild :3 Also only wear it on tuesdays, tickle tuesdays to be exact

You can reblog this to let others know abt this idea :] (P.S NSFW blogs please do NOT reblog, this idea isn’t for you.)

[gaybananabread]

hellooo! for the fruit shop could you do pear + grapes with lee!miles and ler!hobie from ATSV? the idea I had in mind was that Miles would be stressed about being spiderman, and hobie would comfort him in his own special way (which would then include tickling Miles to pieces ofc) tysm!!

Fruit(s): Pears, Grapes

These two are incredibly fun to write for I swear- Miles would absolutely be one to way stress out over life, and I can see Hobie affectionately being a dork about it. Love how your brain works, Anon! As always, thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Miles

Ler: Hobie

Summary: Miles is falling behind due to his duties as Spider-Man and majorly stressing out about it. Hobie helps him calm down, as well as adding a special twist to make sure he's all cheered up.

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

Miles ran through the halls of Visions High School, racing to get to class…well, less late than he would've if he wasn't running. A few papers fell out of his binder, but he didn't stop. They weren't important anyway…probably. Extra copies exist for a reason.

He had run into two villains that morning; some weird bird guy and a rhino. The fight trashed his suit, ripping it in places and leaving him bruised up. Lucky for him, a good foundation can solve any problem.

When he finally burst into the classroom, his history teacher looked less than impressed. She pointed to his seat before continuing her lecture, silently letting him know to stay after class. Wonderful. 

Time seemed to crawl as he half-listened to the lecture, knee bouncing furiously beneath the desk. The bell finally rang, somehow sending both a pang of relief and dread into his chest. It had just been that kind of week. She approached his desk, sighing and leaning on it. 

“Look, Miles… I know you’re a good kid. You pay attention, don’t talk unless it’s appropriate, and write me apologies when you’re late or forget an assignment. What I can’t understand is what’s distracting you so badly that you’re late every day and write the same date on your papers for a week.” Her voice wasn’t judgemental; she just sounded tired and wanted to know what was happening. He could relate to that.

“I…I just got a full plate.” It was a lame explanation, but it was the best he had. She frowned, though it was a look of mild frustration rather than disappointment or anger. “Maybe you should try to clear it a bit. At this rate, that plate’s going to get so heavy that you won’t be able to carry it anymore. I don’t want to see your plate shatter, Miles. Think about it.”

That wasn’t so bad. He felt horrible for lying, but that icky ache was growing more dull with each fib. “But. You have been late to my class four times now. You know the rules.” His heart sank; four tardies meant a write-up and a call home. Not so bad to most, though he had no good way to explain himself. 

“I know there’s more to this, so I’ll be nice. You’ve got a choice. Either take the normal reprimand or write me a one thousand word report on the development of political institutions throughout American history.” Damn it…

-

Miles frowned down at his ever-growing to-do list, tallying up his work for the weekend. He chose the essay for his history teacher; he couldn’t get another reprimand. His body ached from the fight, his mind dragging as he tried to focus on the political article. The word “exhausted” felt like a gross understatement.

The teen was so out of it that he didn’t notice things floating around the dorm, nor did he see the lanky Brit that came out of the portal. He did, however, feel the arms that wrapped around him and lifted him into the air. “Ey, short man! What’cha mopin’ for?” The small shriek he let out shocked both of them. Hobie set the boy back down, frowning slightly. “Damn, you al’ight? You’re jumpy as hell.”

That look…he decided he hated it. The worried, slightly pitiful look made him feel crummier than he already did. But…he could actually tell Hobie what was bothering him. Hobie was like him; a part of their crazy, high-pressure world. Miles actually had someone to confide in. “Nah, not really…”

Hobie bit his lip, sighing at the simple admission. His friend looked…tired. Tired and sad. He’d have to fix that.

The punk brought Miles to his bed, laying him down and sitting beside him. Whenever his friends are upset, Hobie has a special way of cheering them up. Miles’s cheer-ups include a special step, one he never sees coming; it’s always clear he enjoys it though.

Hobie wrapped an arm around his friend, pulling him into a tight and comforting hug. “Hey, c’mon Miles. You can tell me anythin’, bruv.” Miles sighed, leaning into the hug. Finally, someone he can talk to… 

“Uh…it’s just been a lot. With Spider-Man stuff, school’s been impossible, and my teachers are gettin’ closer and closer to callin’ my parents. I dunno how I’m gonna explain it if they do…” His voice trailed off at the end as he buried his face in Hobie’s shoulder. 

The taller man rubbed Miles’s arm, trying to help him feel better. There wasn’t much that could be done for his situation unless he told his parents; that was only happening when he was ready. “”M sorry, Miles; that’s just rotten. If ya want, I could ‘elp with some’a those assignments. Was pre’y decent in school, long as it ain’t Maths.” 

His eyes lit up at the offer; he had to bite his tongue before he sounded too desperate. “Y-yeah, that’d be awesome! Only if it’s easy for you, though; I-I don’t wanna cause problems.” Hobie huffed, deciding it was time for the special portion of his cheer up session. 

A squeeze on Miles’s side cut off his half-apologies, his words ending in a squeal. “H-Hohobie? What’re you- nYAHAhahaha!” Miles shoved at the other spider’s hand as it poked and prodded at his side. Seriously, that?! He didn’t mind it, but still…

“Isn’t it obvious? ‘M cheerin’ you up, lil’ man.” Hobie smirked, moving to spider his fingers on Miles’s stomach. He squeaked, his giggles occasionally jumping up to choked laughter. “I-Ihihi dohon’t neheed chehehEERIHING UHUHUP!” 

The teen squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from his friend’s tickly touch. He was trapped; Hobie’s strong, firm grip on his shoulders was inescapable, his evil fingers going to town on Miles’s poor belly. “Course ya do, yer all mopey. Those giggles suit ya much better than a frown.”

Hobie’s wiggling fingers went exploring, landing on the younger spider’s ribcage. His arms slammed to his sides, trying to stop that hand from going any higher. “HOHOHObiehehe! Ihi’m hahappy! Y-youhu can quihIHIHIT!” 

The fact that he didn’t outright say to stop only made the punk want to go on forever. It was clear he wanted a bit more; that blocked spot was quite enticing… The arm around Miles’s shoulders moving out front, gathering up his hands and holding his arms above his head. Hobie smirked, the lopsided look sending a flurry of butterflies to Miles’s stomach. “Brace ya’self, giggles~”

Not wanting to wait any longer, Hobie dug into his hollows, mining for all the laughter he could find. And laughter he got. “HOHOHOBIEHE! NAHAT THEHERE! NAHAHAHO!” Miles bucked and thrashed, almost knocking them both off his bed. Hobie got ahead of the mess, pushing him down onto the mattress so neither of them could get hurt. 

Loud, boisterous, almost childish laughter rang out in the dorm, almost definitely going through the walls to his “neighbors.” He wasn’t exactly hating what was happening, but it was problematic. It was hardly the worst noise that had ever come through dorm walls, though he was sure someone would call in a noise complaint. That thought made his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA CAHALL SEHEHECURITYHYHY!” 

Hobie rolled his eyes, hating the logic; it was true, but he didn’t have to like it. He wasn’t ready to quit just yet. Instead of stopping completely, he moved his fluttering fingers to Miles’s neck. The boy’s raucous laughter calmed to sweet giggles, his struggling almost ending. 

Anyone who personally knew Miles could tell how adorably sensitive his neck was. Even the soft, gentle tickling had him giggling like a little kid. That person could also tell that he absolutely adored any attention on that certain spot; he practically melted.

Normally, he would’ve let Hobie continue with the gentle tickling. He had a lot of work, however, and was getting more and more tired with every giggle. Miles weakly tugged at his arms, whining through the sweet sound. “C-cohohome ohon! Plehehease?”

Hobie chuckled, seeing how tired the other spider was getting. “Bah, fine. Lucky I‘m feelin’ nice today, giggles.” He dragged a claw from Miles’s pit to his belly before stopping, giving his entire midsection a parting gift before he let go. Miles shrieked, curling up into a ball the moment he was released. 

The punk rubbed his back, chuckling softly. Miles flinched at first, thinking Hobie was going back for another tease. “Ey, I’m done, I’m done! Calm it down, Miles.” A small huff left his full lips as he looked over his giggly friend. “You al’ight, lil’ man? Didn’t go too far, did I?”

Miles shook his head, relaxing at the calming touch. “N-noho, you’re goohohod. Just…just tihickled.” That got a laugh out of the other hero; guess some things never change.

Once the teen had fully calmed down and regained his composure, the two got to work. Well, Hobie started on one of the essays while Miles finally got a much-needed nap and meal. After he got his rest, they both worked on assignments, music playing in the background to help them focus. Every so often, Miles would groan in frustration, earning him a quick and reassuring poke to the side. And you know what? He didn’t mind it one bit.

[gigglz]

GUYSGUYSGUYS THE NEW ASH KABOSU VLOG- can we talk abt the fact that Will was twording Mark while he was going up the strairs?? Yeah we dont see it which is sad but what proves it is when will says “Its gonna happen again!” (and you can kinda see Will poking him before they disappear around the corner of the stairs.) And pokes him in the sides/stomach AAAH

[spookygiggles]

I had this In my drafts but its good so ima post it 👍

lee!spy/ ler!sniper ♥️

Spy and sniper were chilling out in his parked van. Smoking some cigarettes while sitting down in a small table area in the van, They were more like booth seats just on one side of the table, Afterall this isn't luxury, Its a camper.

Spy stood up and was planning Get a glass of his wine. But he noticed sniper trailed along with him.

"Aye mate, You know you should slow down on the drinkin'. " He suggested as he watched him grab the bottle. He placed it on the counter and as he reached up to grab a glass, He felt a grab on his side, Which startled him causing him to recoil and gasp.

"You alright mate? Did i hurt you?" He asked But Spy shook his head as he looked a bit nervous.

"Non, Non. Just startled me a bit." he tried to say in his normal calm manner but it sounded a bit off. To the point even the Bushman noticed it was something else in Particular. And thats when he realized.

"Are you ticklish?" He laughed. That felt like a bomb being drop onto Spy.

"No, No im not. Like i said you scared me." He said, Continuing to pour his glass and put the bottle away.

"I think you are lying." And As soon as he put down the bottle He reached back and started scribbling up and down his sides.

"NON! wahAhahit ! Do not!" He flinched then started to run away from the man, But theres not much place to go in a van. He Stumbled onto the bed And sniper followed along with him.

"Knock it off bushman!" He exclaimed as he play fighted the sniper who was trying to straddle him.

"Not sorry mate." He said as he was able to straddle Spy Even though he was curling in trying to protect sensitive spots.

Then he felt two hands squeeze and tickle at his sides again. Spy would never admit he likes to be tickled, But i think sniper could see through him.

"Nohoho! StoHAHP!" He squealed while a few snorts slipped out. Using a hand to cover his face out of embarrassment and the other protesting at snipers wrist by grabbing him.

This hands were swift and fast. He switched spots from his stomach to his armpits. Which drove spy up the wall and his legs kicked and flailed Helplessly. His suit being ridden up due to the struggle, Showing some bare skin around his belly. Which sparked an idea for Sniper.

He slipped his hands under and started scribbling at the bare skin underneath. Which made Spy go into a fit of snorts, Which he hated.

"Non! staHAHAP!" He said through his laughter because he was so distracted he was lost for words. All he could do was kick his legs desperately.

"Just a lil longer, I wanna see somethin." Sniper said, Laughing at the spies state underneath him. A giggly, Laughing and blushy mess. Sniper lifted up his shirt fully and Spy had noticed this action.

"Do not! I'm serious bushman.!" he said still giggling, so it definitely didnt seem as threatening but despite the protest from spy, He breathed in and blew out a huge raspberry right on his navel and then continued to do more around his sides and tummy, With hands scribbling and the bare skin of his hips. Just lightly teasing and tracing the area to not completely overwhelm him any further.It sent spy into a fit of snorts, which only added to the Embarrassment. This continued for a little until spies laughter had went scratchy and weak.

He stopped and took a look at him. He was messy, His clothing messed up, some of his hair fell out of his mask, and his face was all red while he was panting.

"Don't speak of this. I'm serious." he said while staring at him. Which only made Sniper laugh.

"I bet you are ticklish too, Mundy. So i would be careful if i were you. Now, Shall we finish the wine?" He said while adjusting his suit back to normal and recovered. And Sniper went from full confidence to slightly blushing at Spies remark, worried if he was gonna get revenge or not.

But he sat down with him anyways, And had a few glasses. It wasn't so bad hanging out with him afterall.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Sharing some of my favorite tickle gifs I've found Part 1 :)

No NSFW comments ❤️

[mystey-here]

GUYS

THIS MENACE IS TICKLING SOMEONE AGAIN

LOOK AT HIM HE TICKLES HIS BROTHER’S EARS AND THEN SQUEEZES HIS SIDE!!!! HES A FUCKING LER OH MY GOD HE LEGITIMATELY IS

[delicatetreemagazine]

there is this kid in my science class that gives off the meanest ler vibes ohmygod. he was joking around with another kid saying how "I'm gonna fuck you up" OHMYGOD INSTANT LEE MOOD he is super tall too and he has big hands oml AND HE PLAYS DND SO YOU KNOW HE CAN GET INTO A CHARACTER FOR TICKLING I'm getting flustered writing this, omg also I was poking my friends in the neck at lunch today, to be a little shit , and one of my friends did a little walking motion with their fingers up my back AND IT TICKLED, they were also poking my neck. They think its funny when i scrunch up my shoulders. Now I am in a major lee mood after writing this.

[that-one-gay-boy]

Guess who just discovered how ticklish their back wasssss

[allison-edith-hargreeves03]

Blackmail #1 (POSTED CONSENSUALLY!)

(Reminder that if you’re going to give others Blackmail on someone, always have their permission and know their boundaries!)

My little boy, Myles suffers from Germaphobia, and shows symptoms of OCD! A symptom of Germaphobia developed in childhood is clinging to parents, which is definitely the case for Myles, I’ve been the only person he’s been able to touch since he was a very small child, and this is, of course no problem as he doesn’t need to get better if he doesn’t want to, nor should it be forced.

Myles has always been accustomed to tickles, But his worst spot is by far his Tummy! Weather it’s light scratches to help him sleep or full blown torture to take his mind off of the anxiety surrounding him every day, He adores it, And so do I! I adore tickling his cute tummy and knowing that it gives him moments of ease, I know it’ll never cure him, thats not why I do it.

I do it so he has a chance to smile that goofy little smile before the seed was planted in his head that he needs to be scared, And if I can provide him with safety, I’m more than willing to do it.

So for context, My little boy, Myles has a massive fear of germs, But a massive heart and also the cutest, most tickly tummy on the planet

[jamiesgotchu]

SO, um I just realized I never share my tkl doodles here.. ?? soooo I figured I'd share some that I did yesterday,, ajjsjdj (Click for better quality!! Even though my camera is the worst GAH sorry)

*ALSO. NSFW DNI PLEASE*

and a couple lil bonuses tehe

SOME CONTEXT:

my oc has ai powered robot arms attached to his back as part of a science experiment he did on himself years ago- they're telepathically told what to do by the host, but.. the thing is, they also don't always listen,, hehehehe

They kinda gained their own personality and enjoy messing with the host sometimes~

This is my first time posting ACTUAL TKL ART so iiiiii HOPE YOU LIKE IT and I MIGHT post some more if you do!!

Reblogs are also appreciated if you like it!!<33

[aviafoil]

new fursoney

[gaybananabread]

okey okey since we got tadashi can we also se Hiroshima headcanons

omg i would love to see them especially made by you

have a grate day/ night

🫶🫶🫶

💻⚡️Hiro Hamada Tkl Headcanons🕹🤖

~AN: Awww thank you! I’m gonna assume that auto-correct happened and you meant Hiro. I've been rewatching the series, and a lot of people point out his age and size. Poor boy looks so uncomfy when they do! Incorportaeted that a bit cuz I can- These reqs are so fun to do! I get to ramble without all the stress of a fic! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) Anyhow, thank you for requesting!~

General:

Hiro feels like he’s looked down on by others for his age/younger appearance.

For that reason, he strayed away from tickling in public and around his friends.

Fortunately for his mental health, he’s got a whole gang of buddies who helped him work through that backwards thinking (see lee section). 

Baymax may or may not have downloaded a new program specifically for tickle cheer-ups/therapy. Definitely not prompted by said friends…

Slowly, they got through to him. Turns out, once he got past the anxieties and irrational embarrassment, it’s actually kinda fun for him. Only with certain people, though, for both giving and receiving.

He gives lee vibes, so maybe a lee-leaning switch? Ler moods happen too, but they take time.

Lee:

At first, it took major getting used to. It was normally okay with Tadashi; he always meant well, and Hiro trusted him more than anyone. 

After he was gone, the boy really only trusted Aunt Cass. Even then, only light pokes or quick squeezes were allowed before he started thinking too much.

Once his friends helped him move past all the bad thoughts, he was much more open to the touch around them. In moderation, of course, but it was a start.

His worst spots are his knees and ribs. Surprisingly enough, he melts into bubbly, airy giggles when they go for his belly.

Super squeaky, bright giggles in general. When he really gets going, his laugh is loud and pitchy, full of little squeals and voice cracks. So, in other words, incredibly adorable-

His favorite lers are Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Go-Go, and of course Baymax. He’s obviously comfortable with Cass tickling him, but it’s sort of like being really vulnerable around your parents. Great sometimes, but not always the ideal situation.

Honey is just really sweet in general, always asking if he’s comfortable or in need of a break. Super nice about everything, and only goes as far as he asks. It can be really flustering, but he knows she means well. She smiles nearly as much as he does; it’s refreshing.

Wasabi is normally super selective about his touch, but if he’s in the right mood, he’ll tease Hiro all day. Typically super gentle; tickle hugs are generously given. Super methodical, makes little notes, out loud, about his spots and reactions.

Go-Go doesn’t tickle him often, but when she does…eugh boi. If it’s a really good day, and he’s in a massive lee mood, he’ll go to her for help. She’s a lot rougher than the others, unless he asks her not to be. Goes for his ribs almost immediately. She’ll never admit it, but she likes hearing his awkward laugh.

Baymax will tickle Hiro with some of the ~special features~ Tadashi installed. He can extend small little quill-tip like objects from his fingers. He's very gentle, only tickling Hiro lightly to cheer him up and get him used to feeling confident in his likes again. If needed/requested, though, he can definitely get full-on belly laughter from him.

He’s definitely a squirmer, no matter who’s getting him. Wiggles around and flails like a fish on a hook.

Ler:

Once he realizes most of his friends love the touch, Hiro starts getting ler moods.. 

The only one he ever really tickles is Honey Lemon. She gets lee moods pretty often, and will drop subtle hints to see if Hiro’s in the right mood.

He’s kinda shy until he gets in the groove of things. After that, he gets all snarky and smug; it’s all in the name of fun, though.

“This spot must be pretty bad if you’re laughing that hard~” “I’m barely touching you!” “Wow, that looks like it really tickles. Think I’ll stay here a while~”

All that confidence immediately dies when they ask for more or compliment him. He absolutely cannot handle what he dishes out.

Will blush as bright as the sun at a simple tease from his lee. We all know how Honey loves complimenting people. A few simple, sweet praises through her giggles, and he’s redder than she is!

She absolutely lets him tickle her.

While he would try, we all know the stringbean wouldn’t be able to actually pin any of his friends without help from his suit. He’s gotten stronger from hero work, but so have they.

The others don’t really ask him much, except for maybe Fred every blue moon. He’d normally bug Go-Go, but Hiro’s his backup if she isn’t available. 

I’d say he’s in between a rough and soft ler. Likes to poke and gently scribble, but he can and will dig in if the situation calls for it (or if he just feels like being a meanie). 

[daticklishwhissu]

OMG Finally a canonically ticklish algebralien/pos

ik the short isn't canon but honestly i can finally rest happily that a ticklish algebralien exists now

SQUARE ROOT OF TWO IS LEE CONFIRMED TYSM JNJ

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Sharing some of my favorite tickle gifs I've found Part 2 :)

No NSFW tickles ❤️

[mystey-here]

guys. i keep finding more. please. someone help me. i have lost touch with society.