#tickle story

[bigdumbtickler03]

Extremely embarrassing confession

So y’all know that I am MOSTLY a ler right? Well here’s an embarrassing fact. Sometimes when I’m in my room just chilling or whatever, I like to tickle my own tummy with a feather 🤭🙈 it’s really relaxing and also yes…it does tickle a little especially when lightly brushed over the belly button AHSJSJSJSK THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING I CANT BELIEVE IM ADMITTING THISS AAAAAA

[ticklishthoughts1]

Hyperfocus: Tummy

I smirk down at the little lee, straddling their waist with my knees, digging them in gently, but firmly, and sitting on my own legs, the weight effectively pinning them there. We lock eyes, and I can't help but let out a little giggle at the flustered whine they let out. God, they're just so CUTE when they're like this! Smiling at them in a silly, playful way, I begin wiggling my fingers, over their stomach, and slooooowly lowering them. They giggle softly, Whimpering out "Nooohohohooo" and sucking in the sensitive spot as much as they can. I let my fingers fall as they suck their tummy in, and juuuuuust when it's about to touch, I pull away, grinning slightly evilly. They pout, extremely giggly already, and whine out "Dohohohon't teeheaseee". Playfully pouting back at them, and mimmicking their expression, I say "Don't tease? I'm not teasing! You said no, and I listened! I love you, and no means no!~" Then, as if I had undergone a transformation, I lean in, grabbing their wrist, my voice becoming deeper, huskier, a bit smoother. "Now, If you ask me for tickles like a good little lee, ask me to provide the torturous, delightful sensation you crave so much, that would be an ENTIRELY different story~" My voice becomes softer still, and I giggle a bit more, before saying "So what'll it be Darling? Should I get off right now, and allow your adorable little lee mood to remain, or will you ask for what you want, so I can fufill that particular daydream?~". I tilt my head at them, watching with a satisfied smile as they squirm under me without me even doing anything....yet. I'm one to pay attention to things I like, and I certainly like their face, along with the rest of them, so much so I'm able to witness the battle between their brat side and their submissive side display across their face in a flurry of emotions, and I can tell what their answer will be before they even give it. Bingo. They Nod softly, and in a soft, vulnerable almost voice, they let out "P-please..." I nod happily, and lower my fingers once more. This time, the little guided missiles reach their target. I start off slow, as I always do, lazily tracing patterns along their belly, as if I was bored, and drawing doodles in math class. This is already enough to send them into light giggling, which is so fucking precious that I need to hear more, I need to hear more. I speed up, my hands becoming like claw machines trying in futility to grab at a prize, closing and opening and closing again. I place one "Claw" on each side of their tummy, steadily increasing speed, and going in the same, smooth voice as earlier "Tickle tickle tic-kle~ Kitchy kitchy coo!~ awwwwww, someone has a ticklish tummyyyyyy~". I add more pressure, digging in a bit with the claw machines now, and I can tell immedeately how much more it TICKLES them. They place their hands on top of mine, pushing down gently, but I ignore the resistance for now, and get an idea. I start to say "Squish!" in a baby voice, squeezing their belly every time I do. This is really fun, and they squeak the first couple times I do it, so I do it again...and again..and again. "Squish! Squish! Squish Squish Squish! Tickle tickle! Squish! Tickle tickle tickle! Squish! Tickletickletickletickletickletickle~ Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish Squish!" Their laughter gets even louder at the combination of the tickles and the silly game, and they push on my hands a little harder. I decide to let them push my hands, stopping the grip, and spidering all over the lower tummy instead, scritch-scratching along the waistline and just under the navel. This Transition is both so flawlessly smooth and so unexpected that their laughter begins anew, as does my relentless teasing " What's wrong?~ Does it Tickle Here? Does it tickle right here? Right here? Riiiiighhhhhhtttt hereeeeee?~" (Cont in comments because it's too long T^T)

[ticklishly-needy]

Instead of having a thanksgiving feast, it would’ve been fun to host a tickles-giving. I’d be striped naked, blindfolded, and tied up with my legs spread on a large wooden table. With that a group of lers would enter a warmly lit dining room as they see their ticklish feast on full display.

A small bench would be below the table as multiple tools were delicately laid out. From feathers, to electric toothbrushes, a wide array of vibrators, and arousal gel all sat together. The lers would be free to use any and all tools on that bench as they had their way of me. With no where for me to go or see what these people would do to me I’d have no choice but to take it all.

My poor clit would be tickled mercilessly as feathers glide circles around it. Feeling those soft feathers make my clit throb as the mixed sensations of ticklish pleasure course through the bottom half of my body. But once those feathers start to get soaked, they’d be put away and be replaced with another tool.

Buzzing sounds could be heard as multiple electric toothbrushes are being turned on. But before those items made any contact with my body, a finger circles and presses on my aching clit, arousal gel would be applied to my bud first. That cold sensation from the gel makes my back arch as it takes me by surprise but that feeling would soon change into neediness. A hot sensation now replaced that cold feeling from the gel. I thrust my hips as I beg for someone to touch me. That hot sensation felt so good but I’d feel better if someone teased that hot clit of mine.

After hearing a couple teases and snickers between the lers as they enjoyed seeing how desperate I was finally gave in to my demands. Multiple electric toothbrushes all attack my clit without warning. Feeling those bristles make quick work into making me into a laughing and moaning mess. Not a single thought runs through my mind besides one…“I want more.”

Let’s just say that by the end of “feast” everyone would’ve gotten a taste from me before finally letting me climax after enduring all of their tickling and overstimulation~

[magicaltickles]

Coming home from a long day at work, muscles tired and brain achy. Just wanna flop down on the bed and disappear for a while.

They follow you, sitting down next to your limp figure like the caring darling they are. Stroke your back a little, run their fingers up and down to help you relax. Maybe move up and play with your hair some. They ask if you wanna vent a little and, whether you do or not, they offer to help you into some comfier clothes.

Slow, careful fingers running down your shirt to the hem, being extra light and fluttery as they push it up. Tickling? No, no, they'll deny, I'm just helping you get comfy!

Those same hands "massaging" the tense muscles on your belly and ribs, making you giggly. You're already so tired from the day, there's no use in fighting it. They venture down to take off your socks, stroking the toes and wiggling fingertips over the heel.

There you go, all nice, comfy, and giggly.

Just how I adore you <3

[idreamofticklehugs]

Roles Reversed

It had been an exhausting week.  You didn’t know why; there wasn’t anything specific you could put your finger on.  You just felt like you had lost your joy and motivation to do anything. Friends had been busy; work was hectic; the weather had been dreary; you just felt… down.  Worst of all, no one seemed to notice.  You couldn’t fault them; you were all too talented at hiding when you were stressed.  People were used to you being the supportive friend, and all of their issues seemed so much more real.  You didn’t want to burden them with your silly little problems.  So, you silently struggled on.  

Until I reached out. 

I hadn’t heard from you in a few days. Things were busy the past couple weeks, and I was guilty of not checking in on my friends.  Obviously, as you were one of my favorite people in the entire world, I messaged you first.  Within three exchanges, I knew something was wrong; things were just… off.  Calling you confirmed my worry.  You tried to hide it; telling me that things were busy and you were just tired.  I knew you well enough to know you were lying.  You even tried to distract me by trying to focus the conversation back on me, slipping into your role of always being the caretaker. For once, I refused to let it slide.  All thoughts of relaxing on my day off vanished without a trace as I gently commanded you to come over after work. I hung up the phone, checked the clock, and stretched.  It was time to get to work. 

You almost called to cancel.  It had been another long day at work and you were tired.  But you knew I wouldn’t take no for an answer, and deep down it warmed your heart a little that someone was putting in effort to be there for you. You pulled up and walked through the front door, knowing I left it open for you.  The warm, inviting scent of dessert in the oven washed over you and your spirits lifted a little before you sighed.  It was probably just a deceptive candle.  Hearing the front door swing shut, I ran to you, gently wrapping you in a tight hug.  You tried not to, but after a couple of seconds, you melted into my embrace.  We stayed like that for a while, my hands running over your shoulders and back as you allowed someone to comfort you for a change. When you finally loosened your hold, I softly smiled at you and brought you to the table.  A stern look and gentle rebuke glued you to the chair, but you were unable to keep from fidgeting.  It went against your nature not to help with anything.  Not that there was much to do, I had your favorite meal already made and ready to eat.  As we enjoyed the meal, I finally convinced you to start talking.  You were hesitant at first, feeling like the things you were dealing with were trivial and unimportant.  Once you started talking, however, you found you couldn’t stop.  How long had it been since you expressed what you were feeling inside? After some much-needed venting, you suddenly stopped, embarrassed.  You made it three words into your apology before I interrupted you. Your needs were just as important as everyone else’s and I wanted to know what was going on in your life.  I wanted to help and care for you. You weren’t allowed to think you were going through this on your own.  

You were pleasantly surprised to learn that the delightful scent you noticed earlier was not just a candle.  Your favorite dessert was baking in the oven and would be ready to eat in just a little while.  I banished you to the living room while I quickly cleaned up the dishes.  No, you couldn’t help; you were being cared for tonight.  Your job was to pick out what movie we were watching.  The only stipulation was that it had to be funny.  You settled on a classic, one we had both seen many times.  After making your decision, you paused and looked around the room with wide eyes. You had failed to notice your surroundings in the dim lighting.  The coffee table had been pushed aside to make way for a blanket fort, which was piled full of soft blankets and pillows.  You could just make out a small tray inside full of your favorite snacks and drinks.  You crawled inside and nestled into the soft comfort, making just enough room for my spot next to you.  The dishes done, I joined you inside our fort, pushing play on the movie after applauding your choice.  As I cuddled close, and hummed along to the opening music, you truly smiled for the first time in far too long.  

The movie was about halfway over and dessert had been very much enjoyed.  During a slow point in the film, I dashed to the kitchen to drop off our dishes and dove back into the fort to rejoin you.  As you tried to help me get settled in the darkness, your fingers curled against the back of my ribs and I yelped.  A smirk slowly crept onto your face.  You hadn’t felt like much of a Ler lately; too mentally worn out even to enjoy something you loved.  I rolled my eyes playfully and settled against you, realizing that it was simply an accident.  You slowly moved your hand down and wiggled a single finger into my side, that familiar feeling coming over you at the sound of my ticklish giggle.  You reached out and pulled me into a tight hug, thanking me for being there for you and for the lovely evening.  Your words trailed off and you suddenly looked… flustered? Realization dawned, and it took everything in me not to giggle at the adorable blush spreading across your face and ears.  I adjusted my arms to lock behind your neck and squeezed you tightly.

 “I care about you so much.  You are so important to me and to so many other people.  You never have to go through anything alone.  We’re always here for you.  And we’ll do anything to make you smile.  Speaking of,” I smiled at feeling your fingers twitch almost imperceptibly as I whispered in your ear, “Would tickling me cheer you up?”

[city-tickles]

Hi! I’m back with another tickle story. This time I got tickled by two lers!

I went to a kink party and met up with my ler from the last party. Since I was already out before I got there, I couldn’t bring any tools of my own besides a feather I snuck in my bag. We hung out in the smoke room and talked about life and tickling, until one of her friends just came up and started chatting with her. My ler introduced us and told the friend she was going to tickle me. The friend lit up and thought it would be fun to tickle someone. My ler asked if it would be okay if others joined in on tickling me and I was all for it. My ler is also big on electro play and wanted to incorporate that into the tickling. Electro is not my thing but I was curious since I briefly tried it once before with her.

After some time, there was a free massage table available so like last time, she set up the restraints for my wrist and ankles on the table as I took my shoes and socks off. I got on the table, got strapped in and once again, most of what I can see if the ceiling and barely anything else.

She asked if I’m ready then started slowly, testing my spots out on my sides, my ribs, armpits, feet, etc, mixing in her fingers with different tools like the pinwheel, and the feather. Each thing brought out different styles of laughter. The feather was more of a lighter laugh as it would tickle more over time,!while the pinwheel brought out a more aggressive laugh. She also brought out something she called the “Elmo” which was a fuzzy pet grooming glove which did feel like being tickled by a muppet lol. Throughout all of this, we’d take quick breaks to make sure I’m okay.

One thing she absolutely loved was running the feather on my neck and then my ear. I don’t really get my ear tickled ever so that was a new experience. It’s not someplace I’d preferred to be tickled for a long period of time.

Her friend didn’t come back but a different friend showed up to watch and loved what she saw. My ler asked if it was okay if the friend joined in and I was all for it. So now I’ve got two lers on me for the rest of the session! It’s not the first time I’ve been tickled by two lers but unlike the last time, I actually wanted this and it wasn’t a scam so I welcomed it.

Before starting, my ler lifted my shirt up so she could get my bare tummy and then went to town scribbling all over it. Both would attack my sides or my armpits. Or one would attack my stomach while the other would go for my feet. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew who was tickling where based on their nails and experience.

Getting tickled by two lers is an interesting because I was reacting all over the place. One second it would tickle more under my arms or the next second it would be worse be worse on my feet or my sides. It was always changing and they were almost never on the same spot at the same time. They would tickle my feet together a couple times or under my arms but it was always brief. It wasn’t overwhelming but your certain things would just start tickling more over time.

I got “lucky” because there was a spot where ler 2 kept tickling my feet and stopping, then doing it again and it was one of those moments where my brain was like “If she does this again I’m gonna lose it” but she didn’t. I really wish she did lol

While the new ler kept tickling, my main ler brought out the electro. I didn’t know how I was going to react to this but this was probably the most ticklish part of the session. First, I would feel the shock and then seconds after it felt like the most intense tickle I’ve ever received and I would let out a loud laugh. The electro was most effective on my sides as the other spots, I could anticipate a little bit the side always felt like an “Oh no! Not there” spot and reaction I don’t know why lol

The complete session with breaks ended around a half hour later. I got untied, we cleaned off the table, went back to the smoke room and continued to chat. The new ler loved the experience because she realized she was into it but never got the chance to explore it, so I was happy to be her first. She’s not much into being a lee but it’s not completely off the table. I’m exchanged info with the new ler, continued to hang with my main ler until it was time to go.

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it. I hope I can go to more parties because this has been the most tickles I’ve gotten in a long time lol

[three-sweet-desires]

I wanna be tied up by you, unable to move.

As you walk in you exclaim how precious I look all tied up with nowhere to go. You step up to my exposed stomach the air causing it to quiver from the coolness in the room.

“I hear you’ve been a naughty boy, naughty boys need to be punished...”

You tickle me relentlessly for hours on end, and I beg for it to stop, all the while my erection stands at attention. I'm leaking precum with every swipe of your finger.

You finally relent and ask me if I’ve learned my lesson but I’m too exhausted I can hardly speak.

“You must not be that sorry if your cock is still that hard. I will be back in 30 minutes to give you another punishment. You truly are such a naughty boy.”

Before I can even utter a word you shut the door and I’m left in the darkness with the only thing to focus on being my engorged cock excited for more.

[bigdumbtickler03]

Just randomly thought about this friend I used to have when I was younger. He would always ask me to tickle his palms and had the cutest laugh when I did so. Thinking back now, it was adorable 😭❤️

[tickle-minion]

Ticklish Christmas Morning

Just a short and stupid ticklish/foot worship story for Christmas morning. Happy Holidays!

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“Hey, time to get up!”

Darren just couldn’t get his boyfriend, Jeremy, to wake up.  Normally Jeremy being a really heavy sleeper was a good thing, it meant that Darren’s tossing and turning (and occasional snoring) didn’t bother him.  But on certain days, like Christmas morning, it was a pain in the ass.

“Hey sleepy head, it’s time to get up.  Common, I want to open presents!”

Still, Jeremy didn’t move.  This was frustrating.

Darren flopped down on the bed beside Jeremy, jostling the sleeping boy.  Darren reached over, grasped his shoulder, and gave him a shake.  Still no sign of waking up.  He leaned closer and gently blew in his ear.  Still nothing.

“Alright, time to get drastic…”

Darren climbed to the end of the bed and settled himself at Jeremy’s feet.  Darren has a not-so-secret weakness for feet, and Jeremy was happy to let his boyfriend indulge in his kink.  It was lucky that Jeremy had particularly hot feet.  And sensitive, too.

“Hey, common,” Darren leaned down to Darren’s feet and planted a kiss in the middle of Jeremy’s arch, “time to wake up and be showered with gifts.”

No movement.

Darren wasn’t going to give up.  He was going to get Jeremy up one way or another.

He kissed his way up and down Jeremy’s soft foot, enjoying the feeling of the velvety skin on his lips.  Darren made sure to pamper Jeremy’s feet, so they were always in the best condition they could be.  He planted a kiss on each toe, starting from biggest to smallest, but all that accomplished was Jeremy giving a sleepy sigh and wiggling the kissed toes.

“Hmm… now I don’t know if I want you to wake up…”

Darren ravished both soles with kisses.  Up the arches, down the sides, on each toe, over the heel, and even up to the ankles.  He relished the feeling of kissing his sleeping boyfriend’s feet, but all it managed to do was get the occasional twitch or wiggle out of them.  It was time to step his game up.

Knowing that his boyfriend was ticklish, and that he’d been able to tickle Jeremy with just his tongue before, Darren licked one foot from heel to toes.  He savored the clean taste of these feet.  There was a hint of Jeremy’s coconut scented body wash from his shower before bed, but under that was the flavor of Jeremy himself.  It was a taste that Darren was intimately familiar with.  

Like a kid with an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, Darren started licking Jeremy’s feet.  He was enjoying the supple sleeping feet with long and sensual licks.  He purred to himself as he covered both feet, slowly and lovingly, with saliva.  Every so often he would wiggle his tongue, hoping to tickle  Darren’s foot, but all that would accomplish would be a slight tickle and a twitch.

Starting to care a little bit less about Christmas and presents now that he had a pair of feet to worship, Darren took one of Jeremy’s feet in his hands and brought his mouth down to the delicious looking toes.  One by one he wrapped his teeth around each toe, swirling his tongue around them and gently nibbling on the pads.  Wanting a little bit more, he gobbled the toes up, taking three or four in his mouth at a time, chewing gently on them.  He sighed.  If he couldn’t get his boyfriend up for gifts, he might as well have some fun.

But… he also really wanted his presents.  After spending several minutes on his boyfriend’s toes, Darren took both feet into his lap and started running his fingers up and down the spit slicked soles.  If Jeremy was anything… he was ticklish.

The slow teasing with his fingertips was getting some results.  Jeremy was starting to twitch in his sleep.  With a sudden movement Jeremy’s feet tried to pull out of Darren’s lap, but Darren kept a firm hold on Darren’s ankles and kept those feet in place.

His fingertips moved gracefully over the soft pale soles.  He knew all the spots to hit.  The little patch right above the heel.  Right in the centre of the arch.  The little gap under the big toe.  His fingers moved ever so gently over all of these spots, teasing with light tickles.  The feet were now responding with twitches and toe curls, and Jeremy himself was starting to roll back and forth, small giggles escaping from sleeping lips.

“Common sleepy head…” 

Those light teasing tickles started to become harder.  Using his nails now, he was raking up and down the soles, holding Jeremy’s feet tightly by the big does.  He pulled them back, stretching out the soles like a canvas.  One hand held those toes in place, the other attacked both soles seriously.  Now Jeremy was tossing and turning in bed, sleepy laughter coming from his lips.

“That’s it… time to wake up…”

The nails explored the whole foot, but Darren paid special attention to his instep and the gap under the now squirming and wiggling toes.

“What… wha… hee hee hee…” Jeremy’s eyes now fluttered open as he woke up with a laugh.

“What the… hee hee.. Wh-wh-what the fuck are you d-doing?!”

“Waking you the fuck up, that’s what!”

Wanting to give his boyfriend one last taste, Darren through his arm around Jeremy’s ankles and held right.  He attacked both kicking feet savagely.  Vicious nails scratched every inch of those struggling feet, getting into every ticklish nook and cranny, every sensitive spot on those silky soles.  He let loose and really tortured Jeremy’s feet.

Jeremy, meanwhile, was rolling back and forth on the bed, trying desperately to pull his feet away.  It wasn’t often that he was tickled, Darren usually just worshipped them and sucked on the toes, but every now and then he was tickled.  He didn’t hate it, but he didn’t exactly like it either.

“OKAY OKAY!  I’M AWAKE!”

“Good, about fucking time!” Darren said, finally letting those feet lose.  Desperate to protect them from any further attack, Jeremy tucked his feet under himself.

“Geez, you could have just woken me up like a regular person.  What do you say, what to open presents now?”

Darren just stared at Jeremy.  As if he hadn’t spent all this time trying to wake him up.  

“Wake you up like a normal person?  What do you think I’ve been trying to do!?”

Without warning, Darren lept and tackled Jeremy, hands sneaking under his shirt to tickle his sides.  He was going to make damn sure Jeremy paid for being such a light sleeper.  

It was a merry Christmas morning, with laughter filling the house.

[foamy-cafe]

Winter Tickles [welcome home tickle fic]

hahaha this is about welcome home >:]] specifically a wally x y/n story >:]]

i spent so much time writing this goofy lil t-word fic,, i love welcome home istg,, ♡♡♡

 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒.

You were sitting beside Wally on his couch, enjoying a cup of hot cocoa on a chilly evening. It was nearing the winter months, though it seemed as if the cold weather was eager to show itself early. You were currently fixated on the usual Christmas shows that aired, even if it was 2 months before Christmas.

It struck you as odd once you realized that Wally had been gone for quite a while, though you brushed it off as him being the weird yet cute little puppet he always was.

As you were distracted watching the television, you suddenly felt fleece finger wiggling against your neck. You yelp, your eyes widening as you drew your shoulders up. Turning around, you were met with the excited gaze of the puppet.

"Gotcha, Neighbor~!" He sang, grinning brightly.

You rolled your eyes, giggling softly. "Oh, Wally.. c'mon..! You're gonna miss all the movies..!" You grabbed at the small puppet, lifting him from the ground and placing him on the couch next to you.

Wally giggled brightly, beaming up at you before cuddling against your warm body.

After a moment of silence, you noticed the puppet was staring up at you, a curious glint in his eyes.

"Something.. wrong..?" You asked, peering down at Wally.

Wally smiled at you. "Neighbor, you made an odd noise when I touched your neck.." he murmured thoughtfully.

You swallowed thickly. You had already realized what he was hinting at.

"Oh..? I thought it was quite a normal noise, since I was surprised by you, haha-" You laughed nervously, picking at the fabric of your sweater.

Wally's innocent smile slowly turned into a mischievous one. "Oh, really~?" He grinned, gently poking around your side.

"And I suppose, since I'm not surprising you, you won't react, right~?" Wally grinned wider.

You flinched, though held your laughter back. "J...Just what are you g...getting at..??" You struggled to say, giggles beginning to bubble up in your chest.

"I'm getting at.. that maybe Neighbor is... ticklish~?" Wally teased, now beginning to have quite a bit of fun as he used both of his hands to tickle your sides.

You gasped, you body tensing up as you attempted to hold back your giggling. "Pfft~!! Khh-!" You snickered and snorted, wriggling in his plush grip.

Wally's eyes lit up as he heard your snickering. "Aww, what's the matter, Neighbor~?" He cooed, slipping his wiggly fingers under your sweater. He began to wiggle his soft fleece against your sides and ribs.

"Ah~!!" You squealed, swatting at his hands. "Hahahaha~!! N-No, dohohon't~!!"

Wally beamed brightly. Your laughter melted his plush little heart. "D'aww~!! Tickle, tickle, tickle~!!" He cooed, before continuing. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, neighbor~!" He laughed, tracing circles on your belly now.

Your giggling soon became belly laughs. "NohOHOHO~!! Nononono~!! HahAHA~!!" You even let out a cute snort, that envied a piglet's. That or a character from Peppa Pig.

Wally's eyes lit up yet again as he gently wiggled a finger into your bellybutton, before he dragged his fingers down your sides.

Your eyes widened, realizing where he was reaching for. "No-! Wait, Wally!"

Wally's gave you an endearing grin as he began to squeeze your hips, beginning to knead your soft skin on your hips.

You let out a shriek that envied Sally, your neighbor. Throwing your head back, you were thrown into a hysterical fit of laughter. You kicked your legs about, flailing your arms.

"HAHAHAHAHA~!! W-WAHAHAHALLEEHEE!! NOHOHO, STAHAP IHIHIT!!" You managed to cry out through your hysterical laughter.

Wally laughed lightly at your reaction, continuing the squeezing tickles on your defenseless hips.

"AHAHAHAHAHA~!! S-STAHAHAHA~!! PLEEHEEHEEAHAHA!!" You couldn't even form pleas anymore as you laughed hysterically, snorting and squealing all the while.

Wally finally stopped for a moment. "Haha~.. alright, alright.. just one more thing, darling.." he chuckled, lifting your shirt.

At first, you were confused, though soon realized what he was going to do. "N-No, no, no, Wally~!! W-Wally, no!!" You pleaded.

"Mm, Wally, yes.." he mused, pressing his lips to your bellybutton and blowing a firm raspberry over it.

Your laughter shot up an entire octave as you squealed loudly. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the sheer ticklish feeling.

Wally smirked big, sitting up as he stared down at you proudly. He took a sip of his own hot cocoa that had been sitting on the table.

"Gee, Neighbor... maybe you should be more quiet.. you're going to miss all the movies..!" He teased, grinning down at you.

"S...Shut it.. Wally.." you managed to say through your gasps. "I am... so.. gonna get you.. back..!" You sat up woth a huff, grabbing your own hot cocoa again.

Wally laughed mockingly, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Ohh, I'm SO scared.." he teased, before turning his attention back to the movie.

You sighed deeply, leaning into the couch cushions as you put your arms around Wally. You were going to get him back... you just had to figure out when...

 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒.

bro if anyone thinks this is good,, i might just make a part two

[touchoflaughter]

IRL Tickle Story

Had the worst but funniest day with my coworkers today. Why? There was lot’s of tickling involved (otherwise I wouldn’t tell you about it, right?). Ok, ok listen:

I‘m currently with two of my coworkers at a construction that’s overwhelming for all of us 😮‍💨

Ofc we were glad when we finally called it a day and were on our way back to the carpentry- until we got stuck in traffic. But not in a little tailback- NAAH. We were stuck for 3.5 hours!!

But we knew how to entertain ourselves. We had a little game going on for a while now: Everyday we have a try not to laugh challenge and the one who loses has to buy coffee for everyone the next morning. Both of them lost once already, only I remained undefeated. Naturally they wanted to end my winning streak now.

Unfortunately I was sitting between them when the driver poked me in the side with his elbow because I made a joke at his expense.

I couldn’t help but flinch hard. Unintentionally he hit a really bad spot. He seemed to be confused about my reaction and repeated the movement so I flinched again and guarded my side with my arm. Unfortunately the colleague on my right hand noticed what was going on and poked his elbow in my other side. I twitched another time before I protected this side as well.

„Hold on- does this hurt or tickle?“, my driving coworker asked. Man I should’ve said it hurt cause as soon as I admitted (deeply embarassed) it was tickling me- yeah guess what? They ruthlessly started tickling me. The time of little elbow-pokes were over. While the driver tried to focus on the low traffic as well, he only managed to poke with his fingers (what was too much to handle already!!) but the other one went all in with squeezes and stuff. Of course I didn't hold that laughter in for more than a few seconds. We always play that game until someone laughed 3 times so they immediately started the next round and instantly attacked my sides and ribs again! They found so much favour in it, they continued even when the game was long over.

It's obvious that I lost (Cheaters!!) but that's not the worst part: 3.5 hours I spent in the car, getting tickled again and again with absolutely NO way to escape. I tried all I got, I even called my boss to talk with him about the progress at our construction extra long but then they simply continued poking me so I couldn't focus and also giggled here and there. It was so embarrassing, I had to hang up. Oh dang no I just know they'll use that against me forever...

[thewildestofeyes]

Got the encouragement from a friend of mine to write a new tickle story. Multi ler (mmf) x reader. Doctor themed

The Clinic: Opening Day

* Beep... beep... beep...*

You slowly stirr awake to the sound of a fant beeping. Your mind is fuzzy and you don't know where you are. The last thing you remember was answering your door and... wait what happened after? Before you get a chance to think any more about it, the door to the room opens and two men walk in. Clad in labcoats and medical masks, you stare at them before instintively trying to move for the first time. Terror fills your heart for a moment, and your adrenaline spikes as you suddenly realize that you've been bound to the very bed you're laying on.

The sudden shock that fills your soul allows your brain to work quickly enough to recognize a few things. First, you're in what appears to be a clinical room. You've been restrained to a hospital bed with your ankles bound to the end and your wrists tied above your head. Looking down you can see that you're wearing a medical gown and stripped of any other clothes. Finally, one of the men begins to speak.

"It appears the test subject is awake..." He says, barely paying attention to the look of terror on your face. "Vital signs look normal. The effects of the auditory knock out tone have completely faded away." You listen with no idea what the man is talking about, only able to watch as he picks up a clipboard. "Right. Let's get started then..." As he writes on a clip board he says your name, causing your blood to freeze. How does he know who you are? Who are these guys? What are they going to do to you? Your mind starts racing with different possibilities before the other man speaks up. "Shhhh... relax. Just comply with us and I assure you... you'll be doing nothing but laugh during this entire affair".

As he speaks, you notice he's putting a wide variety of different tools and items on a nearby table. Feathers, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, paintbrushes, wait... is he going to? Your question is answered suddenly by the buzzing of an electronic toothbrush. Not even having a second to cry out, it's already making contact with your foot, causing a cute flow of giggles to escape your lips. The man with the clipboard mumbles something as the other continues , moving it all over your soft soles before leading it right up to your toes. As your giggles quicken, the man with the clipboard makes more notes with a pleased gleam in his eyes. You wiggle aginst your restraints, feet kicking in place but there's nothing you can do. You're strapped so tightly that the slightest of wiggles is all you can muster as this doctor tickles all over your feet, toes and ankles with this electric toothbrush. As you start feeling comfortable with the level of tickles, the sensations begin to stop. You take this moment to breathe, and are about to ask why this is happening before suddenly a sensation causes a gasp to leave your mouth. Your soles begin to experience the sensation of warm oil coating the soft skin before chaos in the form of a hairbrush wrecks havoc upon your feet letting loose a shriek of laughter. Up, down, and all around, that hairbrush quickly plays your soles like a bow plays a violin, causing the sweet music of your laughter to come flooding from your lips. The man taking notes gives a happy comment of " finally some real results" as your tickler continues using that hairbrush to great effect.

As he tickles you, the man proceeds to let out teases, saying phrases such as " gosh these feet are so ticklish..." and " look at that smile. You must be loving this!", as the other comments on yor reactions to such stimuli. After what seems like an eternity, the tickles stop , giving you plenty of time to catch your breath. You breathe in and out, shivering slightly as you try to ignore the tingling of your now red soles. Already feeling slightly worn out, you can only gaze in horror as the man who was once holding the clipboard now holds a pair of scissors. Before you can register what's happening he takes the tool and slowly cuts your gown in two, starting from the bottom and letting the loud snips fill the room as your only protection effortlessly falls from your body.

"Now onto the rest of the tests" He says with no emotion in his voice. One of his hands begins to slowly spider up your side as the other takes hold of the electric toothbrush. The other man, taking the clipboard for himself takes notes, writing down every moment where the clinical process of tickling every inch of your upper body causes squeals, giggles, laughs and shrieks. Your navel gets a visit by that vibrating menace, and both your belly and hips get plenty of squeezes which cause you to jolt as much as you're able to in such restricting conditions. At some moments, the tools are replaced by soft, teasy feathers, which while they do lessen the ticking, they tease the body and cause the next attack to create a louder squeal of ticklishness

This slow teasing quickly escalates however. As while the soft feathers along your belly drag up to your ribs, a pinky finger gently grazes your armpit. The sudden flinch catches your tickler off guard, interrupting his cheeky teases to look at you with a glimmer in his eyes. Putting the tools down, his bare hands waste no time making their home inside your armpits as his fingers wiggle with little signs of stopping. The laughter leaving your mouth filled the room and only encouraged the doctor to continue his current test. "Looks like we finally found the spot!" The one taking notes said with a chuckle, taking notes quickly before an idea came to his mind. "We should test nails there. I'm calling for the nurse."

Pressing a button on the side of your bed, the two men give you a chance to breathe before a woman clad in a nurse's outfit enters the room. Her nails are well manicured, long and slightly pointed. She looks at you with a visible grin on her face, wiggling her fingers in your direction before letting a few of her nails tease your arch with a sudden spidering. The shiver that follows goes up your leg and sends shockwaves through your body. Such teasing continues as she drags her nails along your entire body, not breaking eye contact for a second. "You found a cute one boys~" The nurse giggles, tickling your inner thighs before letting her nails flutter over your tummy and ribs. "I can't wait to break this one too"

"Please don't break this one yet. We still need more data from them." One mentioned with a sigh. "Regardless, the armpits seen like an effective spot so -" The nurse cut him off. " Relax, I was getting to it. Can't a girl play with her food?" She asks unamused before turning back to you with a sinister smile. "I know what I'm doing, and soon you will too!" Even before she finishes speaking her hands dash into your armpits, those well groomed nails clawing and scratching at your sensative hollows. "Ooh listen to those screams" She exclaims as your cackles fill the room. Somehow this was worse than what the men had been doing. Theirs had been teasy, done to find spots and fluster their "patient." This was pure tickling meant to drive the victim wild. Meant to cause them to lose their minds. The nurse just laughed even as the medical devices around you started going haywire. It was becoming too much!

"That's Enough! One of the men said at last, pulling the nurse back before you had a chance to passout. "We told you it isn't time to break them yet! Look, we got our preliminary findings. They're in no state for more today. We'll come back to them tomorrow for the next tests." Those words echo in you rmind as they leave. Next tests? There was more? The idea terrifies you , but it's no use worrying about it now. It isn't long before the exhaustion from todays events overtakes both brain and body, and soon you sleep , unknowing of what lays ahead.

[switchyglitch]

The Fluffiest Time of Year

Summary: Featherflake falls have always been your least favorite part of the season. What should just be simple precipitation presents too high a risk of tickles around people you don't want seeing you all giggly and vulnerable, but this year you're with your loving partner. Maybe it's time to let loose a little and see if they'll take some initiative, with a little help from the weather.

Word Count: 947

Note: I know I had the poll recently and Skitters is 100% going to be my next fic, but this prompt of featherflakes was given as an extra little fun assignment for people participating in @squealing-santa this year and I just thought of this simple little idea that was too cute not to do first. Plus it's only a few days until the actual assignments for that are going to be given out so I wanted to get this done before then. I hope you all enjoy this little fluff piece, I had a lot of fun coming up with an explanation of what featherflakes are and a cutesy little story to go with them 💜🪶

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Every year for as long as you can remember, between fall and winter, there's been a special weather phenomenon. When it starts to get only barely colder than hoodie-weather and birds fly through the clouds, the lightest and cleanest fibers of feathers separate from their wings and stay behind. Very much like water droplets in a snow cloud, the fibers begin to bind together, and soon fall to the ground as featherflakes.

This has always been a difficult time for you, because as much as you secretly love to be tickled, you've also never quite felt comfortable with the people around you knowing. On days where featherflakes were suspected to drop, you'd bundle up as best as you could, telling others you were cold when in actuality you were just hiding as much skin as possible. This year though, something's a bit different.

This is the first year you're experiencing a featherflake falling while with your partner. They unlike anyone you've ever known makes you feel safe, safe to laugh and love and be yourself. No tickling has taken place just yet in this relationship, they haven't thought of it and you've been too nervous to initiate it, but you know you want it to happen and today may be the perfect day for it.

It's shopping day, time to get the weekly batch of groceries, and you two are getting dressed to leave when out the window you notice the first flakes fall. You begin bundling up extra carefully like you always do, but then pause. There's an opportunity here, one that would require little doing and could get you what you've wanted for a while now, so you just throw on a light winter jacket and prepare to go out to the car.

You step outside, partner by your side as you both begin the short walk down the path. Featherflakes fall and fly around, and for the first time in years you feel them make contact as a few brush past your cheeks. A shiver runs down your spine, and apparently quite a visible one.

"You okay?", they ask, noticing your shiver and nervous expression.

The truth floats through your brain, but you just can't bring yourself to say it. "I-I'm fine, just chilly." Your partner nods and continues the walk. You follow while scolding yourself internally, pouting as you kick piles of flakes covering the path. One kick accidentally leads way for some to fall into your shoes, just as more are blown around your neck. You stop dead in your tracks, trying your hardest to suppress the rising giggle, able to stop all but a snicker that escapes your lips.

They turn back towards you, at first concerned but then noticing the slight smirk on your face that you try to wipe away. You watch as their face turns to a suspicious grin as the words you dread yet crave finally follow, "Hold on, did you just laugh? Are the flakes tickling you?"

A bright red blush washes over your cheeks as your hands rush to conceal them, but it's too late, they've already noticed. "Oh my gosh, you're ticklish! How did I never realize this?!"

Muffled words come from behind your hands, "I.. didn't know how to.. bring it up. You never did it before and it just.. seemed silly to ask for." You sigh through your hands, refusing to look their way.

Their arms wrap around you, holding you close and placing a kiss on your forehead. "It's not silly, sweetie. I mean, it's a little silly, but not bad silly! The type of silly that makes me love you even more, if that's even possible with how much I love you already."

The hands that once hid your face from the fears of what they could say fall just as quickly as those fears. "Really? Y-You'd do this with me? You don't think I'm.. a freak?"

Your partner, whose face was once soft with compassion, suddenly give you a sly look you could have never expected from them. "Call yourself a freak one more time and just see what I do about it."

That blush returns to your face with a vengeance, but you can't help but smile as you decide to call his bluff, "I-I'm.. a freak!"

"That's it!", they say as they scoop up a bunch of featherflakes off the ground and quickly stuff them down the back of your jacket and into your shirt. The little pieces of fluff cascade down your back as the giggles begin, each twitch and squirm sending them further down and around your sides. Your partner smiles and holds you close once again, this time to reach up from the bottom of your jacket to wiggle their fingers on your belly.

Between the feathers and fingers you can't stop laughing, and also you can't continue standing as you fully lose your balance and fall into a small pile of featherflakes, only adding to the experience further. They follow you down and continue their attack, even grabbing some more flakes with their other hand to sprinkle over you like they were seasoning a ticklish little meal.

Once you've had enough you both lay their for a little bit before heading back inside to clear the flakes out of your clothes so you can relax fully, which was still a tickly process but such a relief once you were finally rid of them. The shopping can wait til later, or even tomorrow. Right now you just want to cuddle with your love, smiling brighter than you have in a while, the remaining tingly sensation cementing this as your new favorite time of year.

[sizzlerseth]

Shopping

Summary: Trying on some clothes! With your favorite ler, what could go wrong?

You stare outside the window with your fist on your chin. The window is slightly warm, but it doesn't burn you.

"How long has it been? Two days?" I said, my hands on the wheel.

I was driving you to the mall. You were angry at me because I had forgotten to do the dishes two days ago.

"But you won't apologize." You glanced to the driver's seat, looking for my reaction. I had only opened my mouth, but closed it again.

"I'm sorry." I said, pretty sincerely, but not sincere enough to get forgiveness just yet.

"Maybe I can help you with something, then would we be even?" I looked over as much as I could without creating a big danger.

You finally turned over to face me, but not making eye contact. "Yeah I guess. I could use it, maybe."

"M-kay, so what should I do?" I made a right turn at a light.

The black exterior of the car was bad for the summer, making it a bit hot. I turned on the air conditioner, and you positioned your fans toward you.

"It's getting hot these days, so I was thinking of getting some cooler shirts." You leaned back in your seat.

"Sure!" The car slowed as we reached our destination.

After parking both of us exited the car, walking the short walk in-between the parking lot and the large shop.

The shop was a beige color, and the bricks were a bit rocky seeming. The super-store expanded the length of the parking lot, and was one story tall. There were 3 different entrances, and we walked toward the center one. The glass was slightly blue, and it reflected the puffy clouds in the sky.

As we entered the large market, there was a small beep. I grabbed your hand and we walked through the long aisles to the clothing section at the back. You had a tiny flinch, but you didn't let go.

I squeezed your hand as we stepped between stands of tank tops and shirts, grabbing one or two every once in a while. We stopped suddenly, nearing the dressing room.

"Ok wait here," You said gesturing towards a bench beside the red curtains of the dressing room.

I sat down, crossing my arms slightly impatiently, but you were quick at changing and came out in a navy blue crop top.

"Wow, niceeee" I walked in circles around you. "You look really good in-"

Your brain blocked out the rest, because something heavenly and hellish at the same time touches your uncovered armpit, and you can't even flinch before you whirl around, grabbing my hand, but it's too late. My other hand has already made its target, and softly falls to your tummy.

The little scribbles as if I'm a kid drawing with Crayola's are forcing your throat to close up as you desperately try to stop the ripples of little giggles and snorts.

"StoP, STOHOJAHAHP RIGHIITAH NOWWOWOW" As you open your mouth to speak, hell breaks out and you can no longer hold it back.

Each of your nerves cry for attention but they also scream in joy and terror as I make contact with your upper thighs. You almost SHRIEK in joy as I roughly dig into your muscles, like a massage, but in no way relaxing.

"Aw, stop trying to grab my hands, I know you love this, so stop trying to take this away from yourself." You had thought you had gotten away from my teases this time, but now you were blushing and flailing all over. You would've thought that people would be staring by now, but the store was surprisingly empty.

"EEK, GUHSHA" You rolled over, protecting your overworked tummy, but suddenly, your legs were completely immobilized as I locked my thighs around yours and rocketed onto your sides.

The tingling was so bad that your eyes were locked closed at this point, and you thought you wouldn't even have enough time to try on the other clothes.

You wriggled, not whatsoever in control of your body.

I had stopped directly tickling you, but the ghost tickles kept you rolling for a whole minute. "STOHHOHOP, STOP STOP-" You gasped for breath, the moment your body finally caught up to the fact that I hadn't touched you in multiple minutes.

You gave me a punch as you ran back into the changing room to avoid any more public embarrassment. Not that anyone had seen you. Actually, no one was even around to hear you... Actually, maybe it wasn't so bad...

You tried a few more shirts on, extremely careful to make sure all your weak points were covered, avoiding any tank tops or crop tops.

You could tell I was a bit disappointed, but what were you to care. He had tickled you. IN PUBLIC TOO! He deserved this. After the on edge dressing, we went to the cashier and started ringing up a few shirts.

Suddenly, I spotted a navy blue crop top. You could tell I had noticed it because I gave you a look of total slyness that you wished you could tear right off of my face.

You ran to the car, avoiding any chance of torture, but in the car, you were forced to sit only a foot away, and you knew what you were gonna get.

"TICKLE, TICKLE, TICKLE" I softly scratch at your specifically covered stomach, lifting your arms, somehow fast enough you can't even wriggle.

You jump backward trying to get away, but the door stops you from moving. Almost as if you have your seat belt, you couldn't move at all, enhancing every little nerve activation. You silently screamed.

"Aw, come on. I knowwwww you love it, why did you get the shirt if not?" I grinned. "Can't you just tell it to me, 'I want you to destroy me with tickles?'"

'OH MY GOSH IF HE DOESN'T SHUT UP RIGHT NOWWOWOW I'LL-HAHAHAHH' You think, completely confused how you were even laughing in your mind?

Suddenly you feel your shoes slide off, and you're allowed a moment of panic before little waves of dots and dashes rush into the sensitive skin on the bottom of your feet. You stop yelling to yelp and you kick as hard as you can, but the hands just fall onto your tummy.

"Maybe I shouldn't have asked you to speak- Now just tell me, look into my eyes and give me a big laugh, and I'll know you lovvveeee it~"

Surely your face is as red as a literal fire, and you're sure it's as hot as one. Every single nerve is burning in desire of tickles and desire that the tickles will stop, relieving you of this torture.

"Aww, your screaming turned into your adorable laughter, just like I asked. You would ask for this everyday if you could get the courage, wouldn't you my tickle bug."

You have NO idea how I can just say tickle, and you feel like the surface of the sun. You are melted and no longer even have the energy to wriggle, just sitting on your seat. You think that it's ended, but little tingles remain, as if your body doesn't accept that it's ended. You suddenly sway, the car starting to move, but you can't even buckle yourself.

You close your eyes, giggling as little ghost tingles take you over.

[greenticklerdreams]

My junior high had assigned tables at lunch, which was an unusual policy almost certainly loathed by my more social peers, but it meant that awkward kids like me could be privy to conversations we'd normally never overhear. She was athletic, pretty, and friends with all the popular girls, but she was most famous for her cutting tongue, and this kept her from the upmost echelon.

Anyway, I couldn't tell you how the conversation steered this way - I was busy eating and not saying anything - but suddenly she was telling us, "I can't stand when people blow on my ears. It's the worst." So naturally just about the entire table had to find an excuse to have a go at it - definitely all the guys and at least one girl. Her verbal retorts were harsh, but seeing this tough girl jump and squeal and turn bright red was just too much fun. Even my crippingly shy self couldn't resist trying his luck - it's not like I'm touching you, right? - and was happily rewarded with a "YEEP! Noooo... I should never've told you..."

All this is to say that ears are another criminally underrated tickle spot. You have to be so gentle with them... the lightest touches, with fingers, or perhaps a feather, or maybe even their own long hair... or, as demonstrated, just... a puff of air. And what makes it really fun? There's something a little embarrassing about it.

"Wow, really? Your ears?? Just your ears. Man, you really ARE ticklish EVERYWHERE, aren't you? And I'm barely even touching them! Aw, you poor thing. What are you gonna do when I go to a really bad spot? Then again... you're so cute right now, maybe I should just stay up here for a bit."

(Bonus: if they're on their back, and you're using your fingers, when they try to smother your hand with their head, their whole cheek goes in your palm...)

[three-sweet-desires]

My tickle toy belongs on my bed, with his feet tied up in the air and completely naked.

His little booty, sensitive balls, and throbbing, leaking cock will be exposed and at my mercy for hours on end.

Such a good boy. I know he'll take all the tickling and teasing I give him, no matter how much he laughs and thrashes to get away.