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Adorbs :3

*A music box plays as i slowly come out of the ground t posing*

Can i request some Lee!tommy and ler!techno art? if not then its fine no pressure i love your arts and fics (sorry if theres some errors time to time english is not my first language)

*Slowly goes back into the ground*

*Hears the music and looks back*

"Ugh, not again saran i- oh"

Awkward stair

*asks request*

*gives the request*

(This is in-game not irl)

*watches you go back*

"Dang it!, they left before I can ask if I can join"

It's so cutee!!

Stop I love Jack😭😭

Me looking at my girlfriends waist lol

I just wanna tickle and kiss and hold is that too much to ask?????

yeah so Tim why do you just have zip ties

Might as well, sigh... learn more bout me guys!!

🍓 Stomach Raspberries since my neck isn't ticklish for the most part

🍑 Above. Sides be weeeiiirrrddd...

🍊 Gently works better

🍒 Playful should've been in there💔 But, probably cheer up tkls

🍎 If it was a family member or like a partner, kisses, if not, nuzzles. So... kinda both

🍍 Surprise ngl

🍌 This is gonna make me sound like such a Lee stop... >//< uhh in a day for a long time sigh

🍉 Stomach, probs!

🍇 Ribs!!

🥭 (Tf is this fruit--) Uhh... Back!!

🍋 Thighsss

🥝 Maybe knees??..

🫐 Both tbh!!

Ask Game Would you Rather - Tickle Edition

Fruit Themed

❗‼️‼️NSFW DNI‼️‼️❗

Yes some questions may have already appeared in my other posts but it's been a long time since I've posted so it doesn't really matter

🍓Would you rather be given/give stomach raspberries or neck raspberries?

🍑Would you rather be pinned/pin with arms above head or arms pinned by sides?

🍊Would you rather tickle/be tickled roughly or gently?

🍒Would you rather give/get cheer up tickles or revenge tickles?

🍎Would you rather give/get tickly kisses or nuzzles?

🍍Would you rather tickle/be tickled by surprise or with warning?

🍌Would you rather tickle/be tickled once in a day for a long time, or for multiple times for a few seconds throughout the day?

🍉Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the stomach or neck?

🍇Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the feet or ribs?

🥭Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the back or sides?

🍋Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the ears or thighs?

🥝Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the knees or armpits?

🫐Would you rather tickle/be tickled as reward or punishment?

❗‼️‼️NSFW DNI‼️‼️❗

lee curly ler anya

NOT A SHIP‼️‼️

Lee: “NAHAHAHAHOOOOO!!! PLEHEHEHEASEEE STAHAHAHPPPP!!! IT TICKLESSSS AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!”

Ler: No shit. *proceeds to wreck their poor lee*

Reblog if you want someone to pin your arms above your head so they can tickle your tummy and sides mercilessly until you're squealing like a little girl and begging them to stop OR if you like chocolate 😁

PLZZZZZ GIMMEEEE!! I NEED THIS MORE THAN EVERRRRR!!

GET THIS LEE MODE AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOWWW

Ahdklriypykdksjglfldls >\\\< fellow lees please save meeeeEEEEeEEeeeee

IM IN LEE MOOD SO BAD RN

i need someone to cuddle with me now, wrap their arms around me from behind, i want to be a little spoon! i NEED to feel their fingertips and nails lightly scratching all over my stomach PLEAAASEEEE sliding up to my ribs, maybe even armpits, gently even slipping into my belly button SO BADDD GEEZ

me lightly squirming, wiggling, giggling and blushing, but dont even trying to say anything, until i have had enough and CUDDLE AFTER THAT SESSION plsplsplspls i need it. i want it. ANYONE PLS DO IT SIIFIWUCUWUCJDJC

ASKGLHKDJD NO CAUSE I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THESE!!!

To the point where I’m kicking my feet and grinning like an idiot ahhhhhhhh

So lers, you know what to do…

Hm? What? I didn’t say anything.. *wink*

CANTTTT stop thinking about baby talk. Specifically "kitchieeee kitchie coo!" or "tickletickletickle," and "gitchiegitchie"

when a person does it becayse the situation is so silly and childlike that they KNOW it's flustering you and they just wanna prove that point even FURTHERRRR

LIKE MAAAAAN SHUT UP!!!!!

An important reminder for t-word ficcers

Saw this meme in YouTube and made it about tickles. I'm not sorry.

As stands in my masterpost, I'm not gonna open asks for this but for my own amusement I'm gonna do the whole roster for SniperSpy! At the moment I'm writing this I seriously should be sleeping already, so I'm going to break it into a couple of posts but just to get the ball rolling, I'll start with a few right off.

Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Yes.

Okay, okay, answering for real. But seriously, they both find the other's laugh adorable so frequent attempts to hear it are frequent. Do I even have to explain Spy? But okay, in addition to the obvious (*groin groin*), Sniper finds his very French "hon hon hon" hilarious and likes to imitate it exaggeratedly while wrecking Spooky.

... and vice versa, Spy finds the sound of Sniper's laugh both cute and amusing. That dehydrated raspy chainsmoker's "khhhahhahha" cackle might not be objectively very beautiful but to Spy it's oddly precious. Also, I hc more gentle, teasy tickles have to power to unlock a very special sound from Sniper - namely, a softer, more high-pitched and slightly wheezy giggle - so that's all the more reason for Spy to utilise his soft touch.

Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

Honey, they're both walking tickle spots Are knees considered an unusual spot? In my honest opinion no, but Sniper's hilariously ticklish there and wiggling a finger or two on the backs makes the towering man crumble magnificently. Double points if he's reclined legs straight & feet on a table when Spy decides to strike - expect crazily flailing long limbs and probably a marksman tumbling down from his seat.

As for a genuinely more unusual spot, I believe Spy's palms are very sensitive. Tracing them bare still leans more on knismesis (the 'irritating' kind of tickle) but a true tickle attack there will result in at least one snort before pulling away.

Who gets cheer-up tickles?

Spy, period. Of these two, Sniper associates tickles with happy bonding moments more strongly (perhaps due to some memories of his adoptive mum), thus he's more likely to initiate such situations; for Spy, tickling is more about a devious interrogation method or a way to payback a boyfriend who's been acting a little bit too cheeky lmao

Also, while both are equally bad at taking what they dish out, Spy is more reluctant to take the risk of immediate retaliation. Or Sniper simply cares less about the fact he will get wrecked in revenge before the day is done.

More OTP tickling questions

Okay since I’m so useless right now, I thought of more tickling questions for our beautiful OTPs. Maybe my fellow tickle fanfic wirters like these:

1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

OMG OMG OMG, Imagine like- Phoenix Write is just absolutely oblivious that his tickling Edgeworth, like- his just rubbing his thigh to reassure him or something and Edgeworth is trying to look menacing, but his just a twitching, giggling mess

OMG THATS SO CUTE ANON WHAT okok how bout feenie does KNOW or rather he finds out on the spot (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

and after that day he wouldn't stoppestering him ;u;

So I've been in the TF2 tickle fandom for some years now, and some universal truths fans seem to agree on:

Spy, Sniper, Scout and Engineer compete for "the most ticklish merc" position (funnily enough, they're also tied in the lowest HP in-game)

Heavy is the least ticklish one of the group

Demo is the Tickle Fight Monster #1

Medic is a little shit who exploits his position as the team doctor and is especially fond of pretending to check for broken ribs

Spy: *snort snort*

Did I get it right?

This is @giggly-squiggily ‘s second request! I hope you love it, my friend! And if you have any other requests, please don’t hesitate to ask! <3 love you!

It was one of those days where the two men had absolutely nothing to do but cuddle together, and they were just fine with that.

It was near the beginning of their relationship, after their teams disbanded and came together as one. It was near a year and a half in. They moved in together, and were quite happy that they were together again, regretting everything that’s happened that drove them apart from the start.

When Archie you know, fucked up, with Kyogre.. Archie begged the redhead to forgive him for being a jerk. (And kind of destroying Team Magma’s submarine and base, getting possessed by the red orb, stealing Groudon from them, etc.)

(There was a lot that happened in two episodes of the anime lmfao 🤪)

They immediately rekindled both their relationship, and even their rivalry, to a degree. They still had their differences, but they were willing to work on it to be together.

“Mmmph- Archie.. you’re smothering me~” Maxie murmured, trying to shut his eyes to sleep.

“Awwww, don’t be that way, Max… M’ using ye as my pillow~ I asked, and ye said that it was fine.” He said, snuggling closer.

“Mmm.. I did.. but you’re literally on top of me..” He laughs. “I can’t breathe.”

Archie chuckles, nuzzling his chest. “Can’t help it that I love ye so much.” He got closer and buried his face into his hair. “Yer hair is so fluffy~ it smells lovely too~”

He blushed. “Archie, you’re being so weird right now.” He laughed.

“I’m insulted. How dare ye say that to yer own boyfriend..” He sighed dramatically, laying down on his belly like a pillow.

“Oh my g- enough with the dramatics, you big baby~” Maxie chuckled, scooting closer to him to cuddle.

“But I looooove youuuu, Maxie..” The bigger man whined.

“And I love you too, my darling. But, you’re being a complete brat right now.”

Archie just laughed and hugged him close, sighing happily into his stomach. He looks over to see his boyfriend’s glittering red nail polish on his toes. “Oooh, that’s new.”

“Hm? What is?” Maxie asked.

“Yer toes. Did ye go to get a pedicure done, babe? Without me?”

“Maybe~” He grins. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a pedicure.”

Archie’s eyes shined, looking at how pretty of a color it was. “It IS a big deal!” He sat up and shuffled over to his boyfriend’s feet. “This is so cute! Babe, they’re so pretty!”

*blush* “Again, it’s not that big of a deal, dear. I’m- AH!”

He squeaked when Archie took a closer look at them, holding one of his feet in his hand and gently observing his toes.

“Wh-what are you doing??”

Archie smirked. “Just seein’ what kind of shade ye used~ Ye don’t mind if I look, do ye?”

He knew exactly where this was going, knowing Archie. “Don’t you-! Gmmmph!! Dohohon’t! Don’t touch my tohohoes!” He squeaked.

Archie smirks again, that’s just what he was missing during this little cuddle session, laughter. Specifically Maxie’s laughter.

“Why, honey? I’m just lookin’ at them.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed his fingers underneath his toes.

“GAH-! Ahahahahhehehhehee-! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!”

“What’s so funny, Max? I didn’t know that the nail polish was funny~” Archie teases, now tickling his toes.

“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHSTARD- HAHAHAHAHAH- STAHAHP THAHAHAHAT!! IHIHIHIHIHIHI HAHAHAHAVE SENSITIHIHIHIVE TOHOHOHOES!!”

“Ohhhh~ Ye have sensitive toes, mm? In other words… ye have…”

He covered his face, embarrassed and hysterical. “DON’T SAHAHAY IHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Ticklish toes!” He cackles, tickling in between his toes, making his boyfriend cackle and squeal.

“ARCHIHIHIHIHIE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIT!! HAHAHAHAH- I’M- IHIHI’M TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!”

This was so damn cute to the sailor. He chuckles as he continues. “Oh? Well, if yer toes and feet are so ticklish, then why did ye go get a pedicure? Huh? That’s literally paying to get tickle tortured.” He teases. “That scrub brush is hell!”

“IHIHIHIHI THOUGHT I COHOHOULD HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHIHIHIHIT!!!”

“And could ye?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! AHAHAHAH- IT’S TOOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

Archie snickers, tickling the bottom of Maxie’s foot. “My god, what I’d give to have been there. I bet that was a sight to behold~”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!STAHAHAHHAHAP TICKLING MY FEHEHEHEHEET!!”

“Hmm~ okay!”

He stops, letting Maxie breathe. But, he then shuffles back over to his side, pinning him to the bed gently.

“Wh-whahahat’re you- Gmmmph!! Pffffft- *snort*”

Archie’s playful fingers started jabbing at his belly.

“I’ve been wanting to poke that cute tum today.” He looks at his red headed lover trying his best not to laugh. “Hey, ye didn’t say to stop tickling ye completely. Ye said to stop tickling yer feet. Ye said nothing about yer tummy~”

Fuck. He didn’t.

He shouldn’t have to, goddammit. As much as he loves him, Archie is going to be the death of him one of these days. (Affectionate)

Ever since they started dating, from day one, Archie has been an overly affectionate and playful boyfriend. And that, Maxie secretly LOVES. He loves hugs, kisses, cuddles, and yes, even tickles.

“C’mon~ Ye know ye want to laugh~ Hmmm… where can I get the best reaction out of ye?”

Not even two seconds later…

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHAHAHAHT THEHEHERE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He bursted out while Archie dug his finger in his bellybutton. “NOHOHOHOT THE BEHEHEHELLYBUTTON!! I’M GONNA KIHIHIHILL YOHUHUHU!!!”

“God, yer so cute, and so is yer little innie~ coochie coochie coo~ is this yer tickle spot? Huh? Tickletickletickle~ Gitchie gitchie gitchie~!”

“STAHAHAHAHP TEHEHEHEASING!YOHOHOHU’RE SUHUHUHUCH AHAHHAHA CHIHIHIHIHILDAHAH- MEHEHEHERCY!! *wheeze* MERCY! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T- *squeal* BRHEHEHEHEHEHEHATHE!!”

Archie just giggles to himself, enjoying the boisterous laughter and shrieking giggles his boyfriend laid out for him. He knew he was being so mean right now, going after his tickle spot like that, but he wanted to hear his lover’s precious giggles and squeals. That’s enough of a reason, right? >:)

“NOHOHOHOHO- *snort* MOHOHOHOHOHORE!! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!” He shouted, gasping for breath when Archie finally stopped. “Hah.. hehe.. heh.. Ahaharchihihiee..”

“Yer fuckin’ adorable, Max.” Archie cooed, kissing his belly, making Maxie squeal and try wiggling away.

His eyes went wide as his Archie’s lips pressed on his stomach. “Stahah-Stop! That tickles!” He giggles out, trying to squirm away.

“Hahah! Alright, alright! I might’ve went a bit overboard~ I’ll spare ye, for now.” Archie smirks, laughing when Maxie pushes him away. “Babyyyy! I’m sorry! Ye’ve just been so grumpy lately! Please cuddle?”

“Hmph. Dohohohoo you deserve cuhuhuddles after that?”

He pulled out the Lillipup eyes. He knew that Maxie couldn’t resist it.

“Mmm.. perhaps I can forgive you, this time.” He stares Archie down. “But, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll get you back TENFOLD.”

This did scare Archie a little bit, but anything is totally worth hearing Maxie’s laughter. Any day.

“I guess I’ll be prepared for that, then.” Archie giggles, making Maxie sigh heavily and fall back into the bed.

“You’re ridiculous~” Maxie affectionately teases.

“Bwahahah! Ye love me~”

“Yes, I do. Always~” Maxie says, pecking a kiss to Archie’s cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you start your ridiculous shenanigans~ Just, promise me you won’t reawaken Kyogre.”

Archie scoffs and lays back down on his boyfriend’s belly once more, as Maxie affectionately pets his hair.

“I can tell that you’re pouting.”

“Mm’ not..”

“Oh? Are you sure?”

Archie grins, an idea in mind. “Yeah, babe. I’m not pouting.”

“And how would I know that for sure if you don’t look up at me? With those beautiful blue eyes of yours~?”

Haha. He knew he would say that.

“Simple, sweetie. I do.. this..!”

With that, he swiftly raised Maxie’s shirt up, and pressed his lips into his belly while blowing a big raspberry.

“GAAHHAHAHAHAHAH- Y-YOHUHUHU DIHIHIHICK!!!! STAHAHAH- STAHAHAHAHP THAHAHAHAHAHAT!!!”

“Awww, why, sweetie? PFFFFFFT! that wasn’t very nice~”

“BEHEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHICKLES, YOHUHU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!!”

He gasped dramatically, scribbling at his belly. “How dare ye call me the J word! That deserves double the tickles!”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO NO NO NO IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!!” He begged, shrieking when Archie’s fingers found his ribs. “EEEEE!! STAHAH- STAHAHP!! NAHAHAHT MY RIHIHIHIBS-!

“Oh? Yer sorry, huh? Ye were talking a big game just a moment ago~ callin’ me a jerk.”

“IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIHIHIDN’T- *HIC* MEHEHEHEHEHAN IHIHIHIHIHIHIT!! ST-STAHAHAHAHP IHIHIHIT!!”

Archie chuckles, slowing his tickles just a little bit, and gently tweaking Maxie’s ribs. “God, yer so cute. I completely forgot how ticklish ye really were~ Awww~ did someone get the hiccups?”

“PL-PLEHEHEHEASE-! *HIC* EHEHEHEHENOUGH-! IHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T- *HIC* BREATHE!”

The bigger man cackles as he stops his tickles. Maxie took a deep breath before dissolving back into giggles, trying to catch his breath once more.

“Sorry, babe.. are ye okay?”

“I.. hehe.. will be, heh.. jerk.”

He immediately covered his mouth. He just fucked himself over.

“Ohhh~? Ye must really want to get wrecked again, don’t ye?”

“No no no no- I’m sorry! It just slipped out-! Plehehehease don’t!” He flinched, his hands raised up to defend himself.

Archie tilts his head. “Honey, are ye.. uncomfortable with me tickling ye?” He asked.

“What- no!” He replied immediately, then blushed. “No, no.. not at all. What makes you think that?”

“Ye flinched.. like I was gonna attack ye, or hurt ye.”

“Oh, Archie…” He wraps his arms around his waist. “You know better than that. I know that you’ll never hurt me. *kiss* ever.”

“It’s just… we’ve gotten back together and we’ve been dating for over a year now… if I’m doin’ anything that makes ye uncomfortable.. ye’ll tell me, right?”

“Of course I will, Archie. Nothing you do is wrong or making me uncomfortable. I love you.”

He smiles. “I love ye too, Max. So.. yer not uncomfortable with the tickling?”

His face turned red. “N-no. Not at all.. In fact, I.. I actually quite enjoy it.” His face turned even redder. “God, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“What?? Really?” Archie beamed, really happy. “Awww, that’s so cute, love. I’m so happy to hear that!”

“W-what? You- you don’t think that it’s weird?”

“Of course not! Do ye know how much I love to hear that sweet laugh of yers? It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard, Max. And ye never do it enough! My jokes can only get so far! Maybe a chuckle or two, or perhaps a few giggles here and there.. but nothing like this. It’s such a sweet sound.”

That alone made him chuckle and blush. “Well.. your jokes aren’t the funniest in the world~” He teases.

“Oh yeah? Then maybe ye’ll think THIS is funny!” He grins, pinning him back down and tickling his sides.

“Ahahahahahah- wahahahahait-! Ihihihihihi- *hic* wahahahahsn’t reeheheheheheady!” He squealed.

“Hehe! Then don’t tease me like that, silly! God, yer the cutest~” Archie cooed, moving to his hips.

*HIC* “Ahahahahahahah-! *snort* Okahahahahay-! Okahahahay I’m sorry!! Lehehehehet me uhuhuhup, yohuhuhuhu bihihihig- hahahah- dork!!”

Chuckling, Archie let up, knowing that he’s tickled his boyfriend enough for the day. He leans down and gives Maxie a kiss.

“Ye okay?”

“Heheh.. yes, I’m fine.” He sat up, hugging Archie close. “I love you.”

“I love ye too, my sweet Max.”

Non-American non-native English speaker here, can someone explain me this character and the show he's from? My curiousity has been piqued

TICKLE COMMUNITY!! Can I get your thoughts on this iconic character? If you watched The Wiggles as a child then you definitely know who this is

The most iconic “ler” character of all time I’d say

Or We Could Just Be Quiet And Do Nothing

SFW tickle fic

3,457 words

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ships: none explicitly stated but Red Oktoberfest (Heavy x Medic) implied so heavily it barely counts as mere implying; Soldier & Demo and Engie & Pyro can be read either platonically or as Boots 'n' Bombs and Texas Toast respectively

Tags/warnings: non-binary Pyro with they/them pronouns; Demo’s excess alcohol consumption is discussed but only in a lighthearted way and played entirely for laughs

Summary: Scout is an annoying loud prick and accidentally starts a tickle fight. Chaos escalates as every merc gets dragged in, did they want it or not.

A/N: This fic is entirely based on this alignment chart I made in my older Tumblr; it seems to be quite well liked and honestly I still like it too. That’s the plot, that’s the fic. This was actually a pretty fun exercise on writing a comedic scene of endlessly escalating chaos.I don’t know who in the fandom headcanoned first that 1) Medic takes a little too much enjoyment out of ahem, checking for broken ribs as a totally normal examination routine, 2) Spy has a ticklish neck and 3) being tickled brings out his snort laugh in the most magnificent way possible… but I buy it all and run with it.

The RED base was fairly serene. It was Sunday evening, which meant the next morning would be the start of a new work week: that is, another five-day string of grueling war that killed your back and drained your energy so that after work nobody had interest in doing anything except eat and hit the bunk. Maybe that was all the more reason almost everyone wanted to make the most out of these final hours of quiet relaxation.

”For the last time, private, stop pestering your superior officer! Save your energy for the battlefield tomorrow!”

”But I’m full of energy right now! Come on man, fight me!”

Demo groaned. All he had wanted was a peaceful moment to chat with his best friend – Soldier apparently wanted to tell a fascinating true story involving grenades – but that chance probably was lost and not coming back this evening. Scout had lived the entire weekend on junk food and Bonk, which meant he was overloaded with caffeine, sugar and excess confidence he could beat Soldier in one-on-one melee combat. Since lunch he had been demanding for a wrestling match, much to everyone’s annoyance in the base common room: in addition to Soldier and Demo who were seated at the dining table, Engineer had spread his tools on the floor in an empty corner, focused on tinkering with Gunslinger’s adjustments, while Heavy and Medic were reading a newspaper together on the couch near the kitchen entrance, Heavy practicing his English comprehension and Medic occasionally translating him a word or two in Russian or German.

After enduring Scout’s yapping a little longer, Soldier finally had had enough.

”You want a fight, son? You get a fight! Get up and let’s get this over with!”

Scout let out a cheer and faced Soldier with a wide-legged stance.

”Oh yeah! Come at me – three, two, one, go—”

Soldier lunged forward grapping Scout’s both hands while hooking one leg around his, then throwing him backwards sending Scout to unbalance and fall. Instantly after that he lifted him from the floor and threw him over his shoulder effortlessly.

”Whoa whoa whoa! Dude, you tripped me! That was definitely against the rules!”

Everyone spectating the match laughed. Nobody even tried to mask their Schadenfreude over Scout getting tossed like pizza dough.

After throwing him around and over a few times Soldier finally pinned Scout against the wall. He was holding him off the ground by the upper arms, pressing close to him menacingly.

”Are you still willing to keep fighting? Or do I have to suplex you again?”

”Do it, lad! Suplex, suplex, suplex—” Demoman rallied everyone into joining the chant.

”On three—”

Scout struggled, trying to push Soldier’s arms off. Due to his position he couldn’t even reach them well enough to get a good grip.

”On two—”

His awkward hovering position didn’t do any good for his kicks either: he just couldn’t get enough strength into them.

”On one—”

Scout knew his final option to break free wasn’t going to be good by any means but as if there were any other choices.

Just as Soldier prepared to toss him again Scout jabbed his hands into Soldier’s armpits and wiggled his fingers there rapidly.

”Wha—heyahah! Quit it!”

The tickling weakened Soldier’s grasp and caused him to recoil enough to free Scout who immediately bolted towards the teleporter at the other end of the room. Staying here wouldn’t be safe for him now.

”Get back here, coward! That was not honorable fighting!”

”Ka-BOOM!”

Just like Scout had thought, Soldier gave chase immediately. What he hadn’t anticipated was Demoman use a couple of stickybombs to launch himself across the room (”No detonating bombs indoors!” Medic complained) and land perfectly to tackle Scout onto the floor just as he was about to make his escape. Soldier followed in Demo’s footsteps, crouching next to Scout with a menacing grin.

”Son, what you just did was punishable offense.” Soldier sat down on top of Scout’s right thigh and grabbed his right wrist, pinning the arm stretched out.

”And you disturbed our private conversation. That was pretty annoying”, Demo said locking Scout’s other arm and leg down in a similar manner. Scout could only stare at the two nervously.

”Oh come on guys, I fully admit my defeat, you—you can let me go now!”

”Nah! If you were so interested in what we were talking”, Demo flashed a mischievous grin, ”why don’t you stay put and keep listening!” Both he and Soldier dropped their free hands onto Scout’s stomach and began to claw, scratch and pinch all over while Scout erupted in boisterous laughter.

”Gahhaha! Gahahais, knock it ohohoff!”

”So anyway”, Demoman turned to Soldier, raising his voice to make it carry over Scout’s laughter, ”you were saying you once got to use some sorta mineral-based grenades?”

”Affirmative!” Soldier replied, tickling Scout all the while he talked. ”They were hard as rock so even without pulling the pin they did some good damage when thrown on enemies’ skulls—”

”You guys ahahare lame! Who the hehehell wants to discuss that crahahap?!”

”Target the sides of his ribs!” Medic shouted from the couch where he and Heavy had followed the scene unfold. ”He cannot stand when I do him a checkup for broken bones!”

Both Demo and Soldier took the advice instantly and indeed, tazing between the ribs earned them a satisfying screech and an even more violently thrashing Scout.

”EHAHAAK! -snort- NOT THEHERE!”

”Ach, same as everyone else”, Medic said. ”I even consider if I should tie certain patients up during the abdomen examination.”

”Sometimes I suspect you actually tickle them on purpose”, Heavy noted.

”Well, I cannot control how the human body works – most people just are ticklish on there! And how else can I be sure nobody is walking around with broken ribs?”

”Alright then. But then tell me, doctor, when was the last time somebody checked up yours”, Heavy chuckled suddenly pulling Medic into a bear hug and wiggling his fingers into his stomach and sides. Medic squealed and squirmed.

”Eehehoho! Misha!” He retaliated quickly with a scribble under Heavy’s chin who stifled a chortle and exploited the opening in Medic’s upraised arm – striking a precise attack in the armpit. Medic’s giggles rose into a loud falsetto as he clamped the arm back down, although it hardly helped his predicament as he effectively locked Heavy’s hand into the sensitive spot.

All the ruckus drowned the gentle whirr of the teleporter as Pyro appeared from it. Most of their weekend had gone into a new crafting project for which they had picked up the idea from Engineer’s architecture magazines; Engie had even helped here or there with the construction. The result was an honestly impressive replica of the Statue Of Liberty, glued together out of matches with the crown and torch made of scrap metal and the torch’s fire lit. Assumably Pyro had come to present Engineer their finished project but by how they looked around at the ongoing tickle fight and made delighted noises, they seemed to forget their initial objective in a heartbeat.

Pyro swung the Matchstick Sculpture Of Liberty off their hands and skipped over to join Medic and Heavy’s playful duel. They jumped onto the couch trying to wiggle themself between the other two and spidered their hands over Heavy’s midsection. The revenge was imminent from both sides: aside from a short surprised guffaw and a small flinch, Heavy recomposed himself quickly and struck back at Pyro with a coordinated co-op attack with Medic.

”Nu-uh, little arsonist! This big man is mine!” Medic taunted as Pyro curled into a ball and giggled behind their mask. Both let them up and shooed them off the couch. ”Why don’t you go play with Engineer!”

Ever since Scout had first struck at Soldier Engineer had retreated deeper into the bare corner he was in and remained quiet in hopes nobody would even remember he was there. He had anticipated his peace might become threatened the moment Pyro had first arrived but now it was inevitable – those bug eyes that perpetually gave the impression of an excited puppy were coming towards him with speed. Engineer turned slightly more towards the corner and pulled his knees closer to his body but neither truly did anything to protect him: Pyro bounced on him and started kneading his stocky love handles.

”Nahhaha— hold it, firebug! Mehehercy!” Playful roughhousing matches had become a fairly common occurrence between the two, especially when a battle had gone particularly awry and Pyro saw Engineer need a lift for his self-esteem and something to cheer him up. Namely, they had discovered quite soon into their friendship that squeezing the soft area just above Engineer’s hips was one of the easiest ways to make him curl up like an armadillo and giggle wheezily.

This time was no exception. Engineer wriggled and turned over from side to side trying to evade Pyro’s hands. ”Ahalright, buddy, enoug—bwahaha!” Pyro dipped their hands under his overalls and scribbled at his paunch – a truly bratty move.

”Daharn it, now I know you’re asking for it!” Engineer did his best to block Pyro’s attack for a moment with one hand while reaching for a counterattack with Gunslinger. As he made contact to scratch Pyro’s tummy, the latter let out a cheerful peal of muffled giggles and fell on their back spread eagle. While they reflexively twitched at Engie clawing on their midriff, they didn’t do anything to protect their tickle spots. While all this was going on, the teleport whirred again.

When that evening Sniper had left his camper to fill his thermos with coffee for the next day as usual, probably nothing would have prepared him for the scene that was now laid before him. On the floor there was Pyro rolling on their back and seemingly happily receiving belly scritches from Engineer’s creepy mecha hand; on the couch by the kitchen entrance Heavy was squeezing the thighs and hips of a wildly cackling Medic who countered by nibbling and raspberrying away on Heavy’s neck the best he could; what looked like a scrambled pile of matchsticks and a large rug under it was on fire; and lastly there were Demo and Soldier holding down a flailing, screeching Scout and holding a casual conversation while tasing at his sides, although to hear themselves over Scout they were practically yelling at each other’s faces.

”—NO WAY, SO YOU PULLED THE PIN OFF THAT ROCK AND—?”

”YES! I THREW THE GARNET AND FRACTURED THAT SLIMY COMMUNIST’S NOSE—”

”GAHAHAHAAH YOU GUYS SUHUHUCK! SNIPES, HEHEHELP!”

”YES, SNIPER! HELP US GIVE THIS TREASONOUS COWARD A LESSON!”

Sniper made a beeline into the kitchen, careful not to look anyone in the eye, and loaded the coffeemaker faster than he probably had ever done.

”Ech, spoilsport! While you’re there, can you at least fill up my—hey, what the hell?” Demo paused to pull up a leather wineskin he had grown accustomed to take to the battlefield with him: it was far more practical to drink from that as the glassy Scrumpy bottles were bound to shatter at some point anyway and usually ended up being more of use as weapons. Now he noticed the wineskin had taken damage too, though: it had a neat hole in it through which its containments had leaked out. ”Sniper!”

Sniper broke into cold sweat. Demo’s unprofessional habit of drinking on the clock had annoyed him greatly ever since he first had witnessed him stagger drunkenly around Dustbowl. It had been pure chance that during last Friday’s match a moment of relative peace had allowed Sniper to take his aim off the control point for one second and that he just had happened to get the perfect angle to pull a practical joke on the bloody drunkard. The shot had been perfect, precise and quiet: the dart had punctured the leathery bag and stopped its travel on the harder cap while its owner had been laying stickybombs blissfully oblivious of any of this. In hindsight and especially in a spot like this, though, Sniper’s moment of mischief started seeming much, much worse of an idea.

“Sorry, mate. Must have misfired.”

“Bloody hell, I paid a fine fortune for this. Let’s hope at least the cap isn’t broken.” Demo popped the wooden stopper off to inspect it. It didn’t seem to have cracked badly from the shot but there was something else that piqued Demo’s intrigue: the dart was still stuck on the stopper’s bottom, and it had a tiny piece of cloth wrapped around it.

That moment Sniper remembered what extra steps he had taken to make his trick on Demo be even cheekier. Why, oh why did the coffee have to drip so slowly?

Demo rolled the cloth – a piece of parchment – open and read its contents out loud. “’Next time, leave your piss bladder home’”, Demo’s expression tightened, “’you drunken wanker’.”

Sniper took off to a sprint towards the teleporter. Never mind the coffee, he could simply wake up a little earlier for it.

“Oh, that’s it, you bloody camper!”

“Got him!” Medic got up from the couch and managed to grab Sniper by the collar of his vest, making him yelp and stumble a few steps back. It was enough to enable Medic to wrap both of his arms around Sniper’s chest and start scritching his underarms and ribs. “Herr Sniper is one of the worst offenders when it comes to squirmy patients!”

The sight was not much short of a saddle bronc show: Sniper flailed, bucked, pushed Medic’s wrists with full force, did everything in his power to try to throw the doctor off his back. To his credit he managed to keep any laughter bubbling inside his chest from getting out, only letting a few discomforted grunts slip through gritted teeth.

“Hold ‘im tight, doctor! Those kangaroos are known to kick and box.” Sniper saw a threatening glint flash in Demo’s eye right before the latter pounced on him. The sandvich of three men fell back onto the couch, Medic on the bottom still keeping his tickly hold on Sniper who now realized he was in great trouble: he was squished between two relentless attackers and neither seemed to have any will to show him any mercy.

Demo drilled his thumbs into Sniper’s hips. “Sorry, lad. Must have misstepped”, he mocked as Sniper’s dam broke and wheezy cackles burst out.

“GHAHHAHA—! Bloody pansies, jumping ohohon two against one—!”

With Demo’s attention having diverted to another target, Scout finally managed to wriggle himself out of his captivity. The teleporter was near but it took time to warm up and Soldier was keeping up behind him way too close; Scout frantically tried to find an opening to bolt out of this common room that had descended into a stage of madness.

Scout jumped out of the way as Soldier lunged at him and speeded past him towards the door that led to the base main hall. “I need assistance!” Soldier shouted while glancing at Heavy who took the hint and leapt off his seat to join the chase.

Scout probably would have managed to escape had he not bumped into an invisible force a few feet before the door. Before he could regain his speed Heavy and Soldier had caught up to him and he felt himself whisked off the floor once again, this time crushed by Heavy’s muscular arms.

Wait. There was a big gap of empty space next to Scout yet he felt something pressing against him on that side too…

 “Show yourself, traitor!” Soldier shouted.

BLU Spy decloaked to reveal the RED intel briefcase strapped to his back and a grumpy look on his face. The presence of an enemy paused all the action in the room.

“If I would have known what childish idiocy you spend your spare time engaged in”, Spy muttered, “believe me, I gladly would have postponed stealing your intelligence until at the very least tomorrow.”

“Och, don’t act like you’re so above it all”, Demo replied. “See how much fun our Sniper is having!” He punctuated his remark by aiming a two-handed tasing jab right in the folds above said marksman’s hipbones, making Sniper cry out a shrill yelp that cut off to a long wheeze.

Spy turned his face away. “Yes, I cannot believe even bushman has let his professional standards so low.”

“Uh, isn’t anyone else more concerned that there’s a freaking enemy spy in our base?” Scout asked, still kicking in the air and struggling in Heavy’s hold. “And that he has our intelligence?”

“You’re right! Little man, put briefcase down now”, Heavy exclaimed cheerfully while spidering both of his captives in their midriffs. Everyone was oddly mesmerized at how both Scout and Spy erupted in hysterics and flailed wildly like rapidly deflating balloons.

“Nohohoho dude what the heck! Why are you tickling mehehehee—!"

“Ahahaah stop ri— -snort- arrête! Arrête -snort- immédiatemehehent!”

Even Heavy was so shocked his hold on the two loosened and both got released and dropped on their feet. The room had fallen completely quiet. Spy felt nervousness creep up his spine when he realized everyone’s eyes had turned to him.

“No way”, Soldier said slowly.

“Mph mmph mmh mh mmph?” Pyro stared at Spy as if they were admiring a cardboard box full of kittens.

“I wanna hear that again”, Demo said with a growing smile. “Don’t let him get away!” He threw one stickybomb to the room’s teleporter and blew it up.

“I said no bombs inside!”

“You are not getting out of here, Frenchman!” Soldier stepped in front of the hall door and blocked the last exit of the common room.

“Incoming!”

Spy yelped in terror as Heavy, Demo and even Pyro all charged towards him as one unit. He started retreating clumsily, bumping into chairs and tables behind him while frantically fumbling with his wristwatch. Just as Heavy reached to grab him, Spy cried another yelp of fear as he narrowly dodged and managed to reactivate the cloak, vanishing again.

Heavy stopped and stared at his empty fist that held onto nothing. “He’s still near!”

“His cloaking runs out soon. He cannot hide forever”, Medic said.

“Which means he probably will try to infiltrate us. Men, one of us might be a spy!” Soldier shouted his conclusion from the door he was still guarding.

“Very good point! I suggest we check everyone and listen for those adorable noises he made”, Medic said before latching his fingers again onto Sniper’s upper body.

“Blohohoody bogan, I’ve been hehehere the whole time—!”

Pyro approached Engineer, wiggling their fingers teasingly. “Mmh mh mmph mh mmh mh mph?”

“Noho, firebug, I ain’t a spy, don’t you remember, I’ve been here this whole ev—bahahah! Plehease!” Bargaining did nothing as Pyro jumped Engie and tackled him to the floor while gleefully tickling his sides.

“Pyhyro, dohohon’t! You know it’s meheheh—Hehehelp!” Engineer tried to scramble away and  held onto a snorting light stand next to him for support.

A light stand snorted?

Such a small sound had become recognizable enough to catch everyone’s ear.

Medic let go of Sniper who fell limp on the couch as a wheezing mess. “Engineer, hold that still.”

Engineer obeyed, even giving the stand’s middle another squeeze for another choked noise.

Even though it was hard to tell through the disguise, it was safe to say Spy’s focus was entirely on the direction of the imminent danger that was coming from Medic and Pyro who had taken clear interest on the noise-making “light stand”; so off-guard he was caught when Heavy snatched him from behind into a tight embrace.

Heavy blew a raspberry on the stand’s topmost seam right below the lightbulb, and the disguise dissolved.

“Nohohohon! -snort- Je vous jure -snort- quehahaha quand mes colléguehehes -snort- reviendrohohont pour -snort- moi—”

Spy’s sensitive neck (and as Medic and Pyro soon figured out, it was far from his only sensitive spot) proved to be so entertaining that almost everyone wanted to have their own turn with it. The only ones who didn’t were Engineer and Sniper who used the opening to quietly slink away, as they were smart enough not to incur the enemy Spy’s wrath, and RED Spy who had been smart enough to stay away from the common room altogether the moment he first heard raucous laughter from there.

These three were also the only ones to be spared from a respawn. Nobody bothered or remembered to put out the fire started by Pyro’s craft project so it eventually consumed the whole room and killed everyone inside.

Character being tickled: 💖💖😭😭👍👍

Character ENJOYING being tickled:.😭😭😭😭💖💖💖😳😳😳😳🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕🧡🧡🧡🧡👀👀👀💚💚💚💚💚💓💓💓💓💗💖💖💗💜💜💜💙💙💙😫😫😫😫🤯🤯🤯🤯💞💞💞💞

hello.!! maybe some swordvan? lee mundy (LOVE YOUR SFMS OMGG😩🤩)

There you go! Sorry that I have been gone for a while 😔 I got demotivated

I know it’s not on the alphabet list but how would each of the mercs react to getting tummy raspberries? They’re all so cute omg sldbdhskls

I've been waiting for this moment, anon

Scout

He spazzes out and SCREAM at the same time. You think his beanpole frame is gonna protect anything? pshhhh rasperries will leave Jeremy DECEASED. So hard being Spy's son

Soldier

Soldier would wheeze out first, bang his fists on any surface, then lets out his crispy ass laugh before he starts swinging fists 10/10 experience. His helmet falls off, fantastic thing to think about

Pyro

Bebe would flail and mumble even more gibberish gibberish. Pyro is soft and wiggly, you can sink your face on the tum while giving them a raspberry. there would be occassional weak slapping on your head but that's it, Py is defenseless but will always get revenge

Demo

the classic OOUUUUGHOOHAHAAAH

He bolts up then slowly levels down as he giggles. He grabs ears like h e l l. Demo kicks his legs frantically when he gets raspberries. tho, he WOULD attempt to tickle the ler back as he gets wrecked

Heavy

prepare your ears cuz his laugh is EXPLOSIVE. This is what truly happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force. Heavy isn't very ticklish with fingers or feathers, raspberries break him. Landing one on his belly is going to destroy him. Heavy knows his strength so he keeps his hands off the ler. Also watch out since this absolute unit of a man may roll over and crush you

Engineer

Lord give me the strength, I love this Texan so much. His belly is THE death spot™ and he has the sensitivity of that of a Hershey's Kiss in there. Steer clear of the button (no, go raspberry directly there lol) sends him to maximum overdrive. prepare to have the GRIP of your life

Medic

Doc can and will land hits on you while he gets ppbbrprbrpbtrptttrtb, lots of wiggling and trying to get away so hold him tight. Medic switches from the hoohoo laugh to the cackling one whenever he takes one big breath of air. If you're not careful, you'll find your kneecaps flying off with how much he's kicking

Sniper

this poor man lmao. Sniper usually frantically flails his limbs when getting wrecked but with RASPBERRIES??? ON MUNDY'S TUM???? JAIL, JAIL FOR LER FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS!!

no, he goes limp but he bobs his head with that dehydrated cackle

Spy

This man flies out the car like a McDonald's tissue when you open the window, how do you assume he recovers from a raspberry to the stomach?? Simple answer, he does n o t in a normal level. After he snorts his ass out and practically embarrassing himself (to his eyes at least) he lies there and heaves until his composure regenerates. Yes, sometimes Medic gets involved when he's still recovering for an hour

Random TF2 t-word headcanon at 2AM because I can't get any sleep before I get this out of my head

Sniper gets bullied by the enemy Spy every now and then during a match.

The first time it was completely unintentional. Spy had once again snuck into Sniper's nest, the latter being totally unaware of his presence. After having backstabbed him like 35164 times that day already, this time Spy decides to troll him a bit first. You know, Spy just being his bastardly self for no particular reason.

So still cloaked, Spy sneaks right behind Sniper; right hand raised ready for the backstab, he almost sensually murmurs straight into Sniper's ear "Bonjour, bushman~" (up to you if you interpret this as ship or Spy just fooling around) while his left hand he sets to gently hold the latter by the ribcage.

Spy genuinely doesn't expect Sniper to jerk that violently from the touch, let alone yelp such an undignified noise. That time he backstabs him immediately before the situation has time to escalate, but Spy takes a mental note of this with an evil smile...

The second time Spy does a little test to confirm his theory: instead of just holding his hand there, he even wiggles a few fingers on Sniper's side, causing him to fire a rogue bullet and visibly squirm, trying to protect himself by pressing his arms closer to the body.

They never acknowledge this verbally, but since that day Spy has taken an irregular habit of tickling Sniper before killing him. Sometimes he runs a finger down his spine, sometimes he teases a vulberable back of the knee... It's never for longer than a brief scribble, never in the same spot twice in a row and he doesn't do it every time they confront each other on the battlefield - and he definitely hasn't got any regular pattern for these little extra attacks. He just does it often enough for Sniper to be constantly on his toes and underperforming at matches because of being extra paranoid.

Addition: when the lee can't talk because of so much laughter: if you're in doubt if they want to continue, pause to ask and proceed accordingly

let's get something clear

when a lee says "stop": stop (unless they told u to not stop when they say stop)

when a lee says their safe word: stop

when the lee taps the ler's shoulder or the ground: stop

when the lee can't talk because of so much laughter: idk bro i ain't no expert

always remember to respect the lees and ler's boundaries, thank u and goodbye 🫡

i have returned! Everyday I devour your post like it's the last meal I'll ever have so thank you for that 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 also small req of Lee demo whenever you want and also the way you make the poses and everything is beautiful 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

"Voodoo doll"

Bonus <3 ↓

Medic, you know exactly what you're doing you little shit

First of all, your SFMs breathe life into me! The 7th comic was the best thing that nobody foresaw but everybody needed at the end of 2024 and I'm so happy how it has given the fandom (including the tk side of it) some new life <3

Take your time with the requests, but if/when you have time could we have some lee!Sniper with ler of your choice (Demo/Spy/Medic, perhaps)? I mean his ribs are right there and nobody is scritching then rn

A simple check-up, right?

Weegee-beta's masterpost

Hello, I'm weegee-beta, whengy for short! Previously known as wigglygiggler.

This is a SFW tickle blog, which means there will be no explicit sexual content here. This includes content that kinda toes the line between SFW and NSFW such as art of characters in heavy bondage. You may still encounter an occasional double-meaning joke or such here but you get the gist.

I am an adult. I won't set any DNI rules: I've chosen to make a public blog and with that comes it being available to everyone. I can only control what is posted in this blog but not my readers' actions, so feel free to like/reblog/comment/follow. If you're a minor and have a boundary of your own not to interact with adults, I trust you to act accordingly.

Not open to roleplay, asks or requests.

Now that's out of the way, let's get to the main tags!

#whengy takes the trash outta their brain - general "whengy talks" tag

#whengy's hcs - what it says on the tin

#whengy's fics - try to guess lol

#[fandom name] tickles - the fandom's name in all lowercase letters. If the fandom has a commonly-used abbreviation I'll probably use that in addition to the full name; e.g. all my Team Fortress 2 posts can be found with both "team fortress 2 tickles" and "tf2 tickles".