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Todays mood, courtesy of @misssqweeler and @theminipotat and also my StockedAndTickledSaturday! post.

Mummified, stocked, toetied and foot tickled lots!

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One of my favorite parts from my session with @thewintertickler

He took me out of the toe ties and gave me some soft teasy tickles, I think it’s obvious how I felt about it 🤤

Him- “I think you like it”

Me- “just a little 😩”

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@hiddengiggles left me home today to babysit @helixtickl and she gave me some very specific instructions! He couldn’t go all day without being tickled… Maybe another hour and a half after dinner, what do you guys think? 🤔

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Yes, I did post this on fetlife. Yes, I’m also going to post it here. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been tickled and at this point I’d do anything to feel that friggin scalp massager again.

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@yourlittlettoy’s tummy gets some much needed love :)

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back by popular demand, see what i did there??

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A little nail and electric toothbrush action 🤭 god I miss this session it was so much fun 🤭 @beebug31

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For MHA: ‘wanna see a magic trick?’ Denki and Sero

“Wanna see a magic trick?”

Sero looked up from his book, blinking in surprise at Denki, who stood grinning at him. “Uh…sure.” He bookmarked his spot and set the volume aside. “Hit me.”

“Can I borrow some of your tape for this?”

“Sure…” Sero curled his elbow inward and started ejecting tape until Denki waved his hands, signaling that was enough. Then he was told to close his eyes. “How am I supposed to see the trick if my eyes are closed?”

“Just trust me,” Denki replied.

Sero closed his eyes. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, he was shoved backward against the chair, his own tape being wrapped harshly around him, pinning his arms at his sides so he couldn’t go anywhere. He snapped his eyes open, staring at Denki’s smirking face. “Dude! What was that for?” He struggled, but his tape was nothing if not strong. “What are you doing?”

Denki hunkered down by his feet and peeled both socks off, wiggling his fingers teasingly. “Heh…always wanted to see if you were ticklish.”

Sero’s eyes widened. “Wait! Wahahahahahahait!” He tossed his head back with crazed giggles, wiggling helplessly in the chair. “Nohohohohoho! Dehehehehenki!”

“You are ticklish! I knew it!” Denki only grew more enthused at the discovery, peeling his toes back and raking his nails up and down the sole of his bare foot, sending Sero into cackling fits of laughter. “Bakugou owes me a soda.”

“Stahahahahahahap it! Denki! Plehehehehehehease!” Sero cried, giggling and squirming but going nowhere fast. “Why ahahahahahre you dohohohoing this?!”

“Because I want to, duh,” Denki answered, laughing as well, dragging a nail down his arch slowly, torturously. “Plus, your smile is the brightest thing in the room right now, and I want to make sure it stays that way!”

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Part like 500 of the LuxBex session for Tickle Tuesday 🤭 she found the death spot right under my armpits 😅 @beebug31

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Christmas Patrol

A/N - Hey @witchy-giggles here is your Squealing Santa fic! Thank you for giving me some fun prompts to work with! I chose the EraserMic fic and had a lot of fun! Thank you for giving me the spirit for writing again and have a good holiday season!!!

Word Count: 3,801

           Villainy doesn’t take a pause on the holidays, which the heroes knew very well. The Pro Heroes without families would often take patrol during the holidays, letting the others have the rest they need and the time they want with their families, especially since it could be their last time to see them. Shouta Aizawa was one such hero, always enjoying patrolling on Christmas night.

           Glitter swirled in the wind from the celebration below, getting stuck in Aizawa’s long raven hair. He always dreaded the shower after this patrol, spending hours sitting in the shower, trying his hardest to strip his hair of the retched glitter, to which he was never successful.

           Children screamed in delight, lugging large boxes behind them in sleds, occasionally hiding behind them to avoid being struck by a snowball. It rarely ever actually snowed on Christmas, but a few heroes with snow and ice quirks made it their duty every year to cover the country in snow, at least for the day. Aizawa appreciated the snow, as villains would leave behind footprints if they were afoot. He didn’t appreciate the cold, however, as his hero outfit wasn’t the warmest. The utter delight of the community below him did warm him, just a bit.

           Legs dangling off the edge, Aizawa sat there in wait. It was uncommon for villains to cause problems of Christmas, but the hero knew that if disaster would strike, it would be in the downtown hub of the city. Mindlessly fiddling with his capture weapon, he felt a smile tug at his lips as he watched a father throw his child into a pile of snow, the kid’s butterfly like wings fluttering happily.

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Hey. Hey guys guess what…it’s Tickle Thursday 👀🤭

So here’s part 2 of the tickle chronicles with @beebug31

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Trapped with a ticklish neck, ears and shoulders!

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Stretches

A/N: IM DOING REQUESTS AS WELL I PINKY PROMISE I just already had this one half done!!!

Warnings: none!

Could be interpreted as romantic or platonic but I wrote it with romantic undertones!!

‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!! IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF THING JUST SCROLL‼️

It was Sigma's own fault really. He should know better than to stretch like that, in such a way that made him so vulnerable. That's what the two on either side of him would attest, Anyhow.

"St-stohop it right this instant! Noho—!" The dual haired man twisted back and forth. On either side of him sat Fyodor and Nikolai, each keeping a grip on one of his wrists, leaving both arms high in the air.

"This is your faaaaault~" Sang the jester, hand climbing up Sigma's side. Sigma's skin twitched under the contact of Nikolai's bright red fingernails against it. He could swear nikolai had some sort of magic that made them tickle more. (He didn't, Sigma's just that ticklish.)

"Stretching like that while sitting in the middle..~" tsked the man on the right, one finger scratching right in the center of Sigma's underarm. "You're practically asking for it."

Sigma yipped out in complaint. He'd meant it to sound more like a grumble or a growl, to threaten them into letting him go, but…

"G-gogol–!" He gasped out as The jesters fingernails tip tapped across his bare stomach, fluttering in such a way that would drive him insane, if he kept on for too long.

"Oh look, Dos-kun, I think I'm winning! Listen to the way he's gasping! Oh isn't it cute?~"

"Very cute." Fyodor smirked, bringing his own hand down to knead at Sigma's hip. The latter gave a shriek in response. "But I dare-say its me who's winning~"

Sigma's feet pounded against the floor. Thoughts flooded his head of how unfair this was, not only two versus one but two sadists versus one very ticklish victim. His cheeks flushed pink as the two began to speak again.

"Which is worse, Sigma?"

"Kyola?"

"Or Dos-kun?~"

Sigma whined out in protest. On one hand, Fyodor had a way of finding exactly where it tickled most and zeroing right in on it, leaving him shrieking and kicking. But on the other, Nikolai's nails just lightly fluttering against his bare tummy drove him up the wall, and the teasing, he thought to himself. Both were unfairly good at this.

"I think he's ignoring us, dos-kun!" Nikolai gasped.

"Well then, if he doesn't want to answer.." a sinister chucked escaped the black haired man, both locking eyes for a moment before leaning in against his ears, speaking together.

"We'll tickle it out of you~"

Sigma's eyes widened. Suddenly, both mens hands moved from where they were. Fydors thumb pressed itself into the soft spot between Sigma's hip and his thigh, squeezing mercilessly. Gogol, on the other hand, moved to circle one finger around the rim of Sigma's bellybutton. The purple and white haired man gave a loud shriek. He tugged and twisted every which way as incoherent babbles fell from his lips through helpless giggling and cackles.

"F-FYoHODor! N-nAHa! I c–AhaNt—"

Mercifully, fyodor ceased. Well. Sort of mercifully. His hand instead grabbed onto the wrist Nikolai was holding prior. Sigma wondered when he'd let go?? Though his thoughts were quickly stifled by the sight of Nikolai's fingers wiggling inches from his stomach.

"Fyodor, hm? I'll change that for you~" In an instant, both of Gogol's hands explored around Sigma's bare tummy. One fingernails dipping into his tummy button, while the other hand spidered all around the sensitive skin. The poor man immediately fell back into stitches.

"N-nOho plEHEASE GET OhOuT! KyOHolA!" Sigma's torso flinched and twitched under each touch, his arms desperately fighting to get free with no success.

"Well? Is it worse than what dos-kun was doing?~"

"Y-YEhEs GOD STOhOp!"

"I told you~" giggled the jester at the dark haired man, who tsked as Sigma took shallow breaths. He felt a sense of relief.

Until he felt Nikolai take his wrists and pull them back up.

"Allow me to prove otherwise~"

Nikolai felt a giddy sense of dread as that pink spread across his cheeks again. He was going to be here for a long, long time.

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Tickletober Day 18: Nightmare

Ft. Uzui Tengen x Rengoku Kyojurou

A/N: Tengen and Rengoku, anyone? No? :)

Tengen frowned, fighting the sudden urge to open his eyes. He didn't want to wake up yet; he was tired, drained, and would very much thank every deity out there, (if there was any), if he could sleep for just a few more hours, but goodness sake, what was all that movement around him?!

Tengen groaned and he opened his eyes, finding darkness surrounding him. It was still dark outside? So why the hell was there so much noise? He growled and turning on his side, he found out that the source of all the movement and noise around him, was Rengoku, writhing in bed next to him, ragged gasps and sobs making him shake.

"Rengoku?" His voice came out weak, still too hoarse, but when he didn't get an answer, he noticed that Rengoku was still asleep, sweating as he mumbled unintelligible things under his breath.

"Rengoku," he said, this time a bit more firmly, but again, his voice didn't reach his lover. "Kyojurou!"

Rengoku's eyes snapped open and he sat up on the bed with a loud gasp. He was sweating profusely and he could hardly breathe as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Tengen held his breath, surprised to see Rengoku in such a state. After what seemed like an eternity, he too sat up in bed and jumped when Rengoku swung around violently to look at him.

"Ky-Kyojurou? It's okay. It's me. Tengen," he whispered in concern, and slowly reached out a hand to hold Rengoku's. "Kyojurou?"

Rengoku tried to blink the tears away and when he finally could see Tengen properly, he let out a shaky breath. "Ten... gen... You- You were... And I was there, but I couldn't and Hinatsuru-san," he mumbled, quickly looking around and only relaxing when he found the three ladies cuddling on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

"And- And my brother, he was there but I-"

"Shh." Tengen gently wrapped his arms around Rengoku's trembling body. "Shh, Kyojurou, we're all alright," he whispered, rubbing Rengoku's back. "It was just a nightmare. You're fine and we're fine too."

Rengoku didn't seem to discern between reality and his nightmare, but after a while, his arms hugged Tengen tightly, his face, still wet with sweat and warm tears, nuzzling against Tengen's shoulder.

"I've got you," Tengen mumbled, gently dragging Rengoku back down against the bed, still hugging him tenderly. "Everything's alright," he repeated, one of his hands moving up to massage Rengoku's scalp, the other rubbing up and down his back.

Rengoku buried his face against Tengen's chest and tried to regulate his breathing as he melted under the gentle attention. Some sobs still made him shake, but after a few minutes, he seemed to have completely calmed down.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," he whispered sheepishly and a chuckle rumbled inside Tengen's chest.

"Mhm, you didn't, though," he lied and smiled when he felt Rengoku chuckling. "Do you feel better?"

Rengoku nodded, "mhm, thanks to you."

"Oh yes, I know. I'm a hero, huh?" Rengoku laughed softly at that and he playfully slapped Tengen in the back. "Oi! What was that for?" He asked and his finger carding through Rengoku's hair, moved down to gently wiggle on the back of his neck.

Rengoku tilted his head as soft giggles escaped his lips. Tengen smiled fondly, his heart aching slightly seeing Rengoku's face a bit swollen after crying, but that smile pulling at his lips was as bright as always, making him feel butterflies.

"Stohohop! You'll wahahake uhup eheheveryohohone!" Rengoku giggled, shaking his head a little and pressing his body tighter against Tengen's in an attempt to escape those fingers tickling his neck.

Tengen chuckled, "I'm not the one giggling, though," he teased, his other hand sneaking under Rengoku's shirt, Tengen's fingers lightly tracing up his spine.

"Gahaha! It tihihickles!" Rengoku hid against Tengen's chest to muffle his giggling, squirming away from the tickly fingers that easily followed him. "Stohohop!"

"Should I?"

"Yehehes! I'll screheHEHAM!" Rengoku said, quickly covering his mouth with one of his hands as a sudden frantic laugh escaped his lips when Tengen's fingers wandered too far from his spine and to his ribs. "Plehehease!"

"Fine, fine," Tengen chuckled, his tickly touch replaced by firm rubs against his back. The tickling on his neck also changing to a massage that made Rengoku go limp between Tengen's arms. "Maybe we should go back to sleep, hmm?"

Rengoku hummed, "I'm... scared to sleep again."

Tengen stopped and looked down to find Rengoku avoiding his eyes with a blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey," he said softly, lifting Rengoku's chin to make him look at him. "Nothing bad will happen because I'll be holding you really tight, you know?" Rengoku chuckled. "I'm right here, Kyojurou, okay?"

Tengen pressed a soft kiss against Rengoku's forehead and Rengoku closed his eyes, melting under the soft affection. He nodded softly and found a spot underneath Tengen's chin.

"Goodnight, Tengen," he mumbled, already half asleep.

Tengen smiled fondly, "Goodnight, Kyojurou."

Tengen hoped Rengoku could have a better rest of the night and he also hoped his wives wouldn't be too worried seeing Rengoku's, highly probably, puffy eyes in the morning, but for now, he was happy to know Rengoku felt safe between his arms.

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ahh hi fabi! congrats on 100! :DDDD can i maybe request kaebedo with a lee of your choice? feel free to ignore this if you don't want to do it, and have a lovely day! :))

RICO, MY DEAR- Thank you so much!! Omg, of course, I hope you like it! ~

The alchemist sighed, annoyed by how overprotective the captain of the Knights of Favonius could be. But he also knew there was no use in protest, so Albedo simply found a rock to sit atop of and took off his boot, letting Kaeya hold his leg by his ankle, as gently as he could do it, and examine it.

"I'm telling you, I'm fine." He groaned. It was supposed to be a quick trip in the nearby woods to collect some materials for his research, but the other knight insisted on joining him, claiming it was for his protection's sake. Albedo could do nothing other than let him join...

Now, he was wasting time because he tripped over some exposed roots, worrying Kaeya enough to forbid him to continue the trip unless he could make sure he didn't hurt his leg or anything. What a headache.

"If everything is fine, then why are you wearing such a frown?" Kaeya asked, looking up to meet Albedo's eyes, making the alchemist feel a shiver run up his spine.

"Because this is taking too long, let's go or we won't get back before sunset- K-Kaeya, let me go." He tried to recoil his leg, but the other simply kept a strong grip around his ankle.

"There's no need to rush, I just need a single more... experiment, Albedo." He said teasingly as a smug formed on his lips, holding the boy's ankle as he started to wiggle his fingers against his bare foot. 

The alchemist soon smiled, light giggles pouring out of his lips as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand and looked away, a faint shade of pink tainting his cheeks. "K-Kaeya, ahahah, t-this- Ah! Stohohop it!" He tried to ask, between giggles as the captain started to scratch around his arch, a little closer to his toes.

"Look at you! ~ Now I can make sure you are in perfect condition, just this pretty smile tells me what I need to know!" He half complimented half teased him, speeding up the tickling on his sole.

Albedo wasn't exactly fighting the tickling, rather enjoying it, to tell the truth... maybe this wasn't a total waste of time after all.

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This lee gets tickled all over but raspberries are certainly a weakness 😂

Had to do some zooms for this one because to make it more site friendly

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Piggybacking off my post about interrogation tickling… Somehow I got her to the point that she felt the need to apologize … but apologize for what? I dunno. lol. Her brain was sure fried by this point I’m sure …