#ler j

[hugsandchaos]

@md-tickle-stuff! *holds this up like a kid’s drawing* Look what I made for you! I used some of your headcanons for it!

“Everything okay, J?” V asked. She had been watching J switch between sitting on a chair and staring at the ceiling in thought, and pacing around with frustration evident in the way she walked, for the past fifteen minutes after telling her what N had done.

J gave an exasperated sigh and sat on the chair again.“Sometimes, I really want to teach him a lesson, but I don’t want to hit him.” J said, half mumbling the last part. She didn’t really want to admit that she did in fact care about N, or that she thought he was scared of her enough, if not more. Then again, she was his new boss, and pretty intimidating and snappy sometimes, so she couldn’t exactly blame him.“What if you tickled him?” V suggested. J paused her train of thought and took a few seconds to process what her squad mate just said. Even when she did, J was still confused. She turned to look at her squad mate.“Excuse me?” She asked.

V either didn’t notice the confusion and slight irritation in her tone or didn’t care.“He’s stupid ticklish, so it shouldn’t be hard to get your point across. Poor boy’s easy to wreck.” She said.

“...Are you serious?” J asked.

“One hundred percent. The funny part is he’ll try not to fight back if you threaten to make it worse if he does.“ V replied. J stared at her dumbfounded for a few more seconds before putting a finger to her chin with a barely audible hum.

Five minutes later, J was making notes of today’s events on a tablet while sitting on one of the two chairs in the pod. She heard a knock and immediately knew who it was.”Come in.” She said. The door opened and her squad mate took a cautious step into the pod.“V told me you wanted to see me?” N asked, failing to hide the nervousness from his voice.

J glanced up from her tablet and gave him a stern glare.”I did. Take a seat.” She instructed. N didn’t exactly rush to the other chair across from her, but he did move tensely and quickly, like always. J turned her tablet off and placed it on the desk full of buttons that didn’t work. She turned back to N and held her stern gaze.“V told me what happened. A storm with 300mph winds and hail the size of manhole covers, and yet you still went outside like we wouldn’t loose a member of our squad.” She said.

“I’m sorry, boss. I didn’t think it was a big deal—“

“That’s enough, N.” J said. N immediately shut up and shrunk a bit into the chair, pulling his arms closer to his chest and lifting his legs a bit. His boss stood up, obviously angry. Angry enough to hit him.“You’ve made three mistakes during your first month here, and this was the worst one! It’s about time you learn what happens when my squad members screw up this bad.” She said in a threatening tone.

N raised his arms up to protect his head and squeezed his eyes shut, expecting to be struck or something, not feel two hands dig into his sides. His eyes shot back open and he tried to keep his grinning mouth shut to prevent any laughter from escaping, but it already tickled pretty bad.

Curse the others for getting the tougher metal! N tried to push J’s hands off, but at the same time, he was scared he’d anger her further by doing so, so he only pushed lightly.”Boss, whahat are you dohohoing?” N asked. He mentally cursed himself for letting those few giggles slip through in front of his boss and tried not to squirm.”This is what happens, N. If you try to fight back, it’ll be twice as bad.” J replied.

She continued tickling him as he resisted the urge to push her away and squirmed around in the chair.“Ahahahahaha! Bohohoss! Wahahahaihihit! Hahahahahaha!” N laughed. J obviously didn’t listen. She kept spidering her fingers up and down his sides and occasionally giving them a squeeze. Every time one of her hands went up, N would tense up just a little bit.

J waited a bit to go for the spaces underneath his arms, which made him laugh a little harder and move around a little more. It took a lot of willpower not to pin his arms against his sides and protect himself. He tried not to kick his legs either, but he did pull them up a bit. Not that it did much to help.“Hold still! Geez, you’re squirmy.” J said exasperatedly. Of course, this wasn’t too exaggerated. N was having a hard time not to squirm and was failing pretty badly, but at least he kept his hands from grabbing J’s and pushing them away.

After only a few more seconds, N’s leader seemed to get frustrated enough with his reflexive wiggling.“That’s it! V, get in here!” J called out. Their squad mate soon appeared in the doorway and took a moment to lean against it.“Need some help?” V asked. She couldn’t help but smile a bit at the scene in front of her.“He won’t stay still!” J said.

“IhIhIhI’m tryhyhyihihing!! Ihihihit tihihickles!! Hahahahahahaha!!” N laughed. V walked over and grabbed both of N’s wrists, lifting his arms above his head and leaving multiple spots open to attack. For some reason, he laughed just a tiny bit harder, as if being unable to protect himself from tickle attacks made them tickle more.“There. Oh, by the way, have you tried his belly?” V asked.

“His belly?” J asked, just to confirm. N turned around to give his squad mate a glare, but it wasn’t very intimidating with how he was still smiling and giggling a bit.“V, why?!” He asked. A smug grin appeared on V’s face as J moved her hands to N’s belly.“Boss’s orders, N. Sorry, not sorry.” She shrugged. N turned back just before the attack and immediately panicked.

“Wait, wai—AIIIIEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!” He could barely finish his word with how much he was laughing. He tugged on his arms out of reflex, but V wasn’t going to let go.”NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” N could barely control his urge to wiggle out of this situation and definitely couldn’t control his laughter even if he tried.

His belly was a death spot, and V knew it. She would try to tickle him there every tickle fight they had, and that’s how she’d win. Or by tackling one of his other death spots. And now J knew about it.”HAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHA!!” N cackled. His boss ignored him and kept scribbling and spidering her fingers over his belly, occasionally digging down to make him laugh a little more.”HAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

After two more minutes, J stopped and V let go. N rolled off of the chair and curled into himself on the floor to shield his belly from further attacks. After just a few seconds, J glanced over at V.

Too far?

V shook her head and displayed a message on her own screen, getting the hint that J didn’t want to say it out loud.

Give him a minute

When N caught his breath and stood up, V glanced over at J, as if expecting her to say something.”I assume you’ve learned your lesson?” She asked.

“Yes, boss.“ N replied. J picked her tablet back up and went back to what she was working on. V wasn’t done, though. She grinned at N and lifted her hands up with a slow, stalkish step forward.”Since you already got wrecked by J, I’ll give you a five second head start.” She said.

N bolted out of there and V burst out in maniacal giggles at his reaction.

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones j #lee n #ler j #ler v #murder drones tickles

[md-tickle-stuff]

Worker drone N, V, J hcs?

Omfg yes!! >:D

Worker N:

Lee

Worst spots are his hips, stomach, and neck

Sweet boi with a cute ass laugh

Constantly gets teased and tickled by other maids/butlers (not that he really minds)

Squirmy mf

Has tickle fights with V from time to time

Worker V:

Lee

Worst spots are her feet, sides, and armpits

Very high and squeaky giggles

Also gets teased a lot, mostly by J

Has tickle fights with N, and mostly loses

Gets flustered when teased

Worker J:

Switch

Worst spots are her neck and back

Squeaky and adorable giggles

Squeals a lot when she laughs

LOVES to tease N and V, as well as other maids/butlers in the manor

Mostly gets tickled by the higher ups/residents of the manor

Says she hates being tickled when really she doesn't mind

#murder drones tickles #murder drones #sfw tickles #sfw #sfw tickle community #murder drones headcanon #cute #murder drones tickle headcanons #n md #v md #j md #lee #lee n #lee v #lee j #ler j #worker n #worker v #worker j

[cloudysfluffs]

REALLY considered not posting this one.......might delete later

ns//fw and/or ki//nk blogs please dni!!!

#PLEASE READ THESE TAGS: #I AM NOT A VIV///ZIEPOP SUPPORTER!!!!!!!!! I ACTIVELY DISLIKE HER #i have been watching haz/bin with my boyf. and for funsies weve been rewriting and redesigning it in its entirity bc....yikes #imm not adding this to my fandom list bc i dont like. the shows lol. so im not gonna do requests or anything probly #this is a one time thing featuring my redesigns bc i refuse to draw them how they really look you cant make me #anyway please dont unfollow me for posting this 🙏 (/j you can do what you want) #tickle art #hazbin hotel tickle #lee!husk #ler!angel dust #my art #please dont send me discourse about this i dont care if you Like The Show just take this at face value <333333333333

[pupboy-tckles]

Y’all do not understand how badly I want to give someone soft tickles. Gently tracing shapes over their sides and feeling as they giggle silently. Hiding their cute smile and blush from me while I bring my fingers up over the ribs and underarms. Running my hands through their hair and asking “aw, whats wrong?” with a smile on my face as if I dont know what I’m doing. Never fully attacking them, or making them burst into laughter, just soft giggles and touches and cuddles.

#if my partner finds this acc #hey I was waiting until it got more established before I showed you lolzor #Pretend you didn’t see /j #tickle thoughts #tickle content #sfw tickle #sfw tickling community #sfw ler mood #mine #ler pup

[alixlives]

for the tk prompts thingy lee!husk w 11 and ler!angel (/nf!)

11. “Can I tickle you?”

eueudhfhsjfhd this is my first time writing for any hazbin hotel characters pls be nice🙏🙏

this can be viewed as either platonic or romantic !!

“Hey, whiskers~!” Angel says as he approaches Husk, using that same tone and smirk that Husk swears he hates so much. Husk gives the spider a look of disinterest and annoyance as he continues cleaning a, currently, empty alcohol bottle.

Angel does not care.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me whiskers?” Husk sighed.

“Get over it, pal, cause I ain’t gonna stop.” Angel grinned smugly at the groan he was given as a response. “But I’m not here to flirt with you today.”

Husk almost cheered aloud, his curiosity stopped him.

“Okay then.. Why are you over here?” Husk set down the bottle he’d been cleaning. “You’re not just gonna get drunk and bitch about your job to me, are you?”

It’d been a little while since Husk and Angel actually became close. They learned a lot about each other in this time.

And theres one that Angel doesn’t like to leave Husk alone about.

“Can I tickle you?” Way to be straightforward, Angel.

The spider had a small yet mischievous smile on his face.

“I swear to fuck,” Husk mumbled to himself. “Why?”

“It is very adorable when I tickle you. Y’know, your laugh, the way your wings flap, and the way that tail.. thing.. wags which tells me that you like it.. I could go on as to why. Now will ya answer my question?” Angel leans forward with his elbow rested on the table, and his chin placed on his palm.

Husk blinked, heat rising to his face. His tail flicked, and he nodded.

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” Angel practically jumped over the counter and tackled Husk down. The spider wrapped him in a tight bear hug with his top set of arms, and used his second set to scribble all over Husk’s stomach, immediately eliciting loud laughter.

“See what I mean? You’re just too cute when you’re being tickled, I don’t think I can handle it.” Angel grinned at the sight of Husk being a mess of laughter. He’d never get tired of it.

“Shuhut uHUP!” Husk couldn’t muster up much of anything to say. He squirmed in Angel’s grip, though his attempts at escape were fruitless as the tickles had weakened him. It didn’t help much that the hug that confined him has trapped his arms, causing incapability to defend himself.

“Aww, are you embarrased, whiskers~? Can the kitty not handle some little tickles~?” Angel teased, a shit-eating grin on his face as he extended his third pair of arms and started squeezing Husk’s hips.

“AhaHANGEL! Dohon’t- FUHUCK!” Husk kicked his legs out a little, but Angel quickly put that stunt to an end by trapping Husk’s legs with his own.

“You tryin’ to hurt me there, whiskers?” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Noho! Fuhuck off!” Husk tried to protest, and began to squirm a little more intensely than before.

“Hm. For that, I oughta—“

“Well, this is certainly an interesting sight!”

The sudden comment startled both demons on the floor. Angel stopped what he was doing and whipped his head around as he let go of the demon below him; both him and Husk recognized that radio-filter voice anywhere.

Alastor.

Him and that stupid fucking grin.

“How much of that did you see!?” Husk panicked, scrambling to sit up.

“Just about all of it, Husker. I was alerted by the sound of your yelling and wanted to investigate the source of it. And it appears it is just innocent fun!” His tone was quite cheerful, though it almost always seemed like that. “It is quite entertaining to watch, though I’ll spare your last bit of shame and leave the room so you may continue your fun.”

“..Thanks?” Angel watched, confused, as Alastor walked away with his hands behind his back.

“You’re welcome, my dear!” The radio demon called out as he left the room.

“Well, where were we?” Angel turned back to Husk with a smirk.

Husk’s laughter soon echoed through the room once again.

#strangleetomz #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!angeldust #lee!husk #sorry i just had to include alastor. i could not keep the demons at bay /j

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

could I pretty please request more drawings of Elijah and Miguel?? They’re just so silly and I need to see them interacting more 😭💕

/nf!!

EEEEEE IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE EM JUST AS MUCH AS I DOO 😭😭

instant karma

Tysm for the request, Fluffy !! :D

#elijah parker #anoms art >:] #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #lee!elijah #ler!miguel #womp womp/j #YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAA

[ananinidraws]

This blog is, from now on, officially a Onceler dedicated blog. I will not post about anything else <3

Oh, and of course, since it's my beloved trope, enemies to lovers, we obviously have to spice up my posts with...

And as a bonus, my banner in HD quality

That's all for now! <3

#the lorax #onceler #the onceler #once-ler #the once-ler #lorax #oncelax #(i hope i got that ship name right lol) #ni draws stuff #april fools #happy april fools yall lol #you get to see onceler content on my main #instead of on my alt! how fun is that! /j #anyways don't worry i'll go back to normal soon lol #...tho tbh the whole onceler obsession thing is kinda true #you'd know if you've been seeing me go insane on my alt lmao #i'll never post about him on main again tho sdhjfdvb

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Why hello my good sir *british accent*

could I request some Lee N ler J

heheheheheh yes!!!

J: You. Need. To. Be. Bold. Fo-

N: heh heh hee I-I knoww. Just get off my n-neneck!

J: I think relaxing first will help you.

N: NOHOHI Teeheehee

#rfm post #rfm art #ask rfm #Rfm comic #just a bunch of tickling #murder drones tickles #Lee!serial designation n #Ler!serial designation j

[squiggly-mctwig]

hehe i come again asking for a Lee!Leo Or Leeo whatever ya want to call him AND THE LER OF UR CHOICE!

ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE LEEO MUAHAHAHA

#squigg drawings #sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #rottmnt tickle #banina69(noice) #dont ever refuse mikey's breakfast offers itll never end well /j /pos #ticklish!leo #lee!leo #ler!mikey

[switchy-punk]

Me: watching an old fnaf origins vid on the pals channel

Denis: That wasn't very nice balloon boy, I'm gonna tickle your belly

Me: ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

Corl: Oh, he likes that!

Me: (⁠(⁠(⁠;⁠ꏿ⁠_⁠ꏿ⁠;⁠)⁠)⁠)

Episode: Haunting Dreams

#my face burns #damn you corl #/j /lh #tickle community #sfw tickling community #sfw tk community #cobra talks #the pals #the pals fnaf origins #corl #corlhorl #denisdaily #denis #ler!denis #ler!denisdaily

[hugsandchaos]

Please don’t freak out, @g1ggl3-c4t, but I made another one. I just love your idea so much!

I’ve decided to experiment with an idea I’ve had for a while and add in Uzi as a disassembly drone! We’ll call her Z for now, because U is a bit too confusing and I wanted to stay true to the whole “Serial Designation (insert letter)” thing. I’m a little proud of this!

The wind outside the window by the bed wailed and howled as it flew past the manor’s walls. The black curtains blocked out light and heat from coming in, but didn’t get rid of sound or cold as well. With the curtains closed, the stale, dark grey sky outside went unnoticed. Through the wind, one could also hear the snow falling towards the earth and being caught in the wind before hitting whatever surface they were thrown to, which sounded kind of like very light or faint white noise. The bed next to the closed window had red comforters and gold vine-like patterns on them, light and breathable, and the three pillows were of a similar design. Two of the pillows were arranged as a sort of soft shield against the headboard while the third was placed in front of them where they touched. Plenty of the old bedrooms were like this, many varying in color and design, and tended to only have a bed, nightstand, maybe a window, maybe a recliner, a carpet, and usually only had one bed. This one had those things, except the carpet. The recliner was placed to the left of the door in the corner while the window and the bed were on the right side of the room, and the nightstand actually stood by the recliner instead of the bed.

J sat in the recliner with her sketchbook in her lap and her pencil in her left hand. In the middle of the room, Z, N’s best friend who he thought was dead and some kind of member of a group from what J heard the two say, laid on her belly in an attempt to sleep with her tail wrapped around one of her own arms despite it containing acid. Z rolled off her belly and onto her back, her eyes closed but showing clear discomfort in them. After a few minutes, she stood up and walked to the nearest wall and laid down on the floor with her back pressed against the wall. She curled up to herself and wrapped her tail around her arm again. J looked up from her random doodles of reptiles when Z moved again. She took a look (for lack of a better phrase) at her internal clock and felt a little bad for the odd drone in the room.

She was built similarly to N, having the same tail, five semispheres, white hair, yellow eyes, but there were clear differences. For one, her legs weren’t built the same as his or a worker drones’. From her “feet” to her knees, there were diagonal caution lines. They kind of looked like boots, similarly to how the black metal with caution lines halfway down her thighs looked like shorts. She wore a dark grey jacket with a white dead battery with crossbones and icicles and dark faux fur lining the bottom. Unlike N’s coat, Z’s jacket was held closed with a zipper instead of a belt. She also had an old winter hat with a puff of faux fur. The two were best friends, so James trusted him to prevent her from causing as much trouble as she would like and allowed her into the manor since she had no stable place to stay. Obviously, they had separate rooms.

Z has been trying to fall sleep for over an hour now, but something seemed to be bothering her. The room was very cold, J believed she heard it was 10 degrees F while getting her jacket to be more exact, so it’s definitely not that. J sat on the recliner in the room while doodling in her sketchbook, so it’s not like she was taking over the bed and preventing her from sleeping in it or anything. Z actually tried the bed for a bit, but then got up again to move 37 minutes later. Z looked up at the chandelier and stared at it. After a few seconds, she yawned again and all of her sharp teeth were on full display for a moment.”Aren’t you nocturnal?” J asked, just to confirm.

Z turned to her.”Yes, but I can’t sleep!” She said. She sounded as frustrated as she had been acting. Her tail swung around in anger for a second and nearly scratched at the wall. J nearly sighed, also feeling a little frustrated, but not as much as Z. J was assigned the first shift to make sure Z didn’t overheat and start rampaging through the manor in search of oil, but the issue she was facing clearly wasn’t that. If J had to take a guess, she’d say that the issue was that Z was worked up about something and it was preventing her from falling asleep, just like N when he first arrived. That was a bit of a problem since one of the few things J believes she’s not good at is comforting people, let alone helping them sleep. She thought of asking Cyn or V for help, since they were better at this than her, but then she remembered something V said about N the other day. Something about one of the features both him and Z had, unlike regular worker drones. An idea popped into her head. She had to prevent a smirk from forming on her face as she began to put her new plan into action.

“I’ve got an idea. It’s helped a ton of drones fall asleep.” J piped up. Z looked at her from the floor and gave her a slight glare with a raised eyebrow. J closed her notebook and placed it and the pen neatly on the small table next to her. She stood up and walked over to the bed, taking a seat with her legs over the edge. Z watched her use an arm to gesture her over to her.”Come here. Lay on my lap.” She said. Z now looked even more confused than before. She stood up, not even looking very mad or distrusting anymore, just a little baffled.“Excuse me??” She asked.

“Just lay down, it’ll help.” J repeated. Z rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but did as she was told. She walked over to the bed and sat down, then turned her body and slowly leaned back until her back was covering J’s lap completely. Her legs were on the bed and she had to lift her head up or she’d just let her head tilt downwards and rest on the bed uncomfortably. J grabbed a pillow and pulled it over to set it underneath Z’s head to support her head. Without much of a word, she then reached and grabbed one of Z’s arms. At first, Z was going to pull away, but J was quick to speak up.”I don’t know the exact details, but something about the sensation helps promote relaxation.” She “explained”. Z gave her a slightly suspicious look, but allowed J to keep moving her arm. J lifted her legs up enough to move her arm underneath and did the same to the other. Z looked at her very confused, but didn’t try to pull away.“This is going to feel weird at first, but if you try to relax, it’ll get you smiling pretty soon.” J said. She lifted Z’s jacket enough to expose her belly and placed her hands on the clear, smooth material keeping the nanite acid or whatever liquid it was inside. She noticed how Z’s arms tensed up for a second under her legs, but they soon relaxed again when she started to gently rub her belly. J used a bit of pressure as she moved her hands slightly up and down, just like the way her parents did to lull her into a false sense of security when she was younger. To tell the truth, she wasn’t lying when she said it helped her and other drones relax, but she wasn’t really sure if it’d work on Z. Since she hadn’t really argued much yet, J decided she’d wait a few minutes or so to see if she could get her to relax and think it was safe.

About five minutes later, Z looked pretty calm and relaxed. The tension had left her shoulders a while ago and she had closed her eyes as well to slowly drift off. Her tail, dangling over the edge of the bed, was wagging ever so slightly. It was pretty hard to hear, but if J listened close enough, she’d hear the faintest purr. Surprisingly, J thought it was nice to see her so calm and relaxed compared to how she usually is. Although this was mostly because she could finally strike. A mischievous grin made its way onto her face. J paused the belly rub to start scratching her belly. Z’s eyes shot open and she began laughing.”Pfft— Hehehehey!!”

She tried to close her mouth and suppress her laughter, but it was already hard to do that with how bad it tickled. J nearly let out an amused, mischievous giggle. It seemed that V was right, the lava lamp bellies were definitely sensitive. She could feel Z tug on her arms, but she couldn’t pull out. She must either be really tired or the arm trap thing worked better than J thought.”Snrk- knohohock ihit off!! Ahahahahahaha— mhmhmhmhm!!” Z snapped through her laughter. She bit the inside of her lip to try to prevent herself from laughing and turned her head to the right. J smirked. It was pretty fun to finally get back at her. She didn’t like how Z was trying to resist laughing, though.“What’s wrong? Does it tickle?” She asked. Z shook her head.”Mhmhmhmhmhm!! Nohohoho!! Mhmhmhmhmhm— Pftt-hehehehehehahahaha!! Mhmhmhmhm!!” Z struggled a lot to not laugh and tried closing her eyes and pretending it wasn’t happening. Her body shook with barely muffled laughter, making the liquid in her belly move around a little. The scratching was bad enough to make Z almost crack open and laugh, but she was determined to resist. Even though she was doing a terrible job. J raised and eyebrow.”Oh, really? Then you wouldn’t mind this?” She asked. She gave Z’s belly a squeeze.

Z pulled her legs up a little and finally let herself laugh.“AAhahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Dohohohon’t dohohoho thahahat!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” Z said. The squeeze made her laughter go up an octave for a second, and J was happy to have found this out.”That’s what I said when you held me in the air by my arms so Tessa could tickle me, and what did you do?” She asked. Both of them already knew the answer. The worker drone squeezed her belly again, then again.”Wahahait!! Hahahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahahahaha!!” Z pulled her legs up in attempts to protect herself, but it didn’t work.“What’s this? The big, bad drone can be reduced to a puddle of laughter with just a few squeezes?” J teased. A small yellow blush appeared on Z’s screen, clearly embarrassed. She turned her head to the left and scrunched up her shoulders in a poor attempt to hide her embarrassment. Recalling all the times N’s best friend had fought with her, J was pretty happy to finally find a weakness to “exploit”.

She continued tickling her for a good four or five minutes before she stopped the tickling, but didn’t lift her hands off Z’s belly or let her go.

Z’s laughter slowly died down and she turned her head to glare at her.“Ahare you dohone?” She asked angrily, giggling a little from the phantom tickling feeling. J raised an eyebrow and gave her an “are you sure you want to be talking like that to me?” type of look.”No, there’s still something I need to try.” She said. Z’s glaring expression suddenly changed to one of slight fear and she tried to suck her belly down, away from J.”Wait, what?! What do you mean you’re not done?!” She asked. J smirked and lowered her head. Z looked horrified when she realized what she was doing.”J, don’t you dare!!! Don’t— AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Z could barely talk through how hard she was laughing. She threw her head back and started kicking her legs, and J would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about getting kicked. She wasn’t going to chicken out just yet, though. As she prepared another raspberry, she used one of her arms to wrap around Z’s upper abdomen to hold her still and lightly scratched her with that hand, just to add a little bit of extra torture. She took in another breath and blew.”AAAAAIIIEEEEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

J looked at her and waited for her to calm down from hysterical laughter to tense giggling, still lightly scratching with one of her hands. She lifted her head and smirked at her.”One more, then we’ll be done.” She said. Z looked at her and watched as she used both hands to very lightly scratch at her belly. J shifted between moving her free arm around in circles and up and down. She was going to make her anticipate and wait for the final blow. It was one of her favorite things to do. To make it even worse, she lowered her head as if to get ready to blow one, but she didn’t.

After a few minutes, she glanced over at Z, who was trying to glare at her.”Hahaha! Ahahare yohohou gohohoing to dohoho it or nohohohot? Hahahahahahaha!” She asked. J raised an eyebrow.”Are you asking for it?” She asked. She gave her belly a small squeeze with her free hand. Z’s laughter went up an octave and she briefly pulled her legs back up. The small blush on her screen grew a bit bigger.”Ahahaha!! Ihihihihi juhuhuhuhust wahahant tohoho sleep! Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!” Z said through her laughter. J lifted her head and faked a snarky, thoughtful expression with a small hum. She waited only another ten seconds to smile mischievously at Z.”As you wish!” She said. She lowered her head again and took in a deep breath. Then she blew.“AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Z howled with laughter and threw her head back. She kicked her legs wildly, somehow not hitting J, who was pleased with herself for getting Z to practically ask for it. She took another moment to calm down enough to stop moving so much, but once she did, she was left panting to catch her breath with the occasional giggle. J lifted her legs enough for Z to pull her arms out and scooted to the side so Z had enough room to curl up and protect her belly.

Z yawned again and looked at J.”Alright, now let me sleep.” She said, looking more tired than before. The worker drone did as she was asked and got off the bed so Z could try one more time to fall sleep on the bed. She walked over to the recliner while Z lifted the covers and crawled under them. Her tail wrapped around her arm again and closed her eyes while J picked up her sketchbook and pencil again to continue drawing. She would look up and check on Z thirty minutes later and find her finally getting some sleep.

#au #murder drones #murder drones j #murder drones z #murder drone uzi #disassembly drone Uzi #serial designation z #murder drones tickles #ler j #lee uzi

[trechos-delivros]

"Bilbo sabia de tudo isso. Tinha lido sobre um bocado de coisas que nunca tinha visto ou feito."

- O Hobbit (J. R. R. Tolkien)

#livros #literatura #leitores #ler #leitura #reading #bibliofilia #read #books #hobbit #tolkien #j r r tolkien #clássicos #fantasia #infantojuvenil #livros favoritos #viver #aventuras

[cloudysfluffs]

robotic enhancements can be so unreliable 🙄 smh

kink/fetish blogs please dni 🙏

#um. reember when i said that papierw///aite art was self indulgement #yeah. so is this #theres more of a backstory to this image but im not going to explain. take it at face value (unless you want me to explain then i will) #tickle art #<< misspelled that as rickle art the first time which is honestly hilarious #my art #rick and morty tickle #lee!rick sanchez #ler!rick sanchez #??!!!?!?? IDK!?!!??!?! #tickling #he turned himself into a lee. funniest shit ive ever seen #sorry. #is this cringe. be honest #/j dont be honest

[tastybluesprite]

OK SO FUNNY STORY IM INCREDIBLY INDECISIVE.

I couldn’t decide between the two so I’m leaving your genius writing brain to it if you’re up for it of course

72 “Never underestimate the power of these hands." With Ler Mikey and Lee literally anyone- this little critter is a vicious ler.

84 “You’re not gonna like where that sass is gonna take you” with Ler Raph and Lee Leo

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A DAY AS AMAZING AS YOU MUAH💗💗💗💗

Spar

Ahhh thank you for sending!!! I’m so glad I could write this. Sorry it took a while lol I got quite a lot of asks so it’ll probably take a bit of time to get to all of them as well as this one did lol. Anyway hope you like it!

72. “Never underestimate the power of these hands.”

Prompt list

The turtles were in the dojo sparring. Leo and Raph went up against one another, with Leo ending up on his ass. Now Donnie and Mikey were up.

“Don’t worry little brother. I’ll make sure to go nice and easy on you.” Donnie told his brotherly opponent with a smirk.

Mikey grinned right back at him. “Oh don’t worry. You won’t have to.”

Donnie had to admit Mikey was getting better at smack talking. Well, he was never really bad anyway. He just never hit down with his words as hard as the rest being the youngest and all. But for once, Donnie could swear he felt some level of being intimidated (only a LITTLE ok? Donnie was still tougher. Definitely.)

And so they began. There were no weapons allowed. Splinter wanted them to learn how to fight in combat instead of relying on their weapons

This also meant Donnie couldn’t wear his battle shell, as that technically counted as a weapon. Donnie was a bit nervous at first, but the brothers assured they’d try and be careful.

Anyway, fighting commenced.

Mikey came at Donnie with full force, punching at every opening he could get.

At one point, Donnie managed to do a sort of maneuver he learned, that had Mikey flat on his back.

“Haha!!! I have bested thee!!!!” Donnie cheered with a proudly evil laugh.

Mikey suddenly grinned evilly. “Never underestimate the power of these hands."

“W-what? But I- gAh!” Donnie yelped as Mikey suddenly jumped up and tackled him to the ground.

Donnie was about to push the smaller and younger one off, when Mikey began scribbling at his sides, making Donnie burst into a bubbly stream of giggles, the tickling immediately weakening him.

“W-wahahitt thihihis ihis cheheheating!” He protested, his hands gripped tightly around Mikey’s wrists.

“Nothings cheating as long as it isn’t our weapons or gear!” Mikey argued with a smirk.

Leo and Raph watched with grins as their younger brother was taking down their scientist brother.

Donnie tried kicking Mikey off but Mikey then settled himself on his older brothers legs.

Mikey tried prying his arms away from his side to pin them, but Donnie put all his strength to keep his arms glued to his sides protectively.

“Raph, Leo, can you guys give me a hand here?” He asked his other brothers with a smirk.

Raph and Leo replied back with their own smirks as they ran to help pin their intellectual brothers arms down.

Donnie felt way more sensitive now that he was in this position.

“G-guys…” Donnie stuttered nervously. “W-we can talk about this…”

“No more talking Don! Only laughing!”

Mikey then descended on his upper ribs and Donnie was immediately thrown into cackles.

“WAHAHAIT DOHOHOHONT!!!”

“Don’t what Donnie? You’ll have to be more specific.” Mikey told him slyly.

“YOHOHOU KNOHOHOW WHAHAHAT!!!”

“Sorry Donald. I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“J-JEHEHERK!!!”

“Excuse me?! Ohhhoho you’ll regret that!” Mikey said menacingly, and he dug hard into his armpits.

“NONONONOHOHOAHAHAHA-“

Donnie’s brain was scrabbled. He couldn’t think.

Soon he was having difficulty breathing. Mikey picked up on this and stopped.

He signaled Raph and Leo to let his arms go and Donnie, still giggling, quickly brought his arms down to protect himself.

Mikey got off him. “I win!” He cheered, high fiving Raph and Leo.

Donnie smiled to himself as his giggles faded. He had to admit he was proud of his little brother.

#sprite🥤 #sprite promts🥤 #rottmnt #tickling #fanfiction #tickle fic #rottmnt tickling #rottmnt tickling community #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #lee!donatello #lee!donnie #ticklish!donatello #ticklish!donnie #ler!michelangelo #ler!mikey #pb&j #pb&j duo #donnie and mikey

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Mr. Kitzel

I got a very mean concept idea based off of this post from @cayjuno. I decided to put my own twist on it, so hopefully you all like it! (This is definitely NOT aimed at anyone specifically cough cough)

Dream, George and Sapnap come across a rather interesting find at the store, intrigued by the name of it. Dream puts it back, flustered and not wanting to look at it any longer, but George and Sapnap throw it back into their basket, forming a plan on what to use it for (or who to use it on) in their heads.

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.6k words)

Dream didn’t understand why George and Sapnap had to drag him along to the store. He had just started to get into the new show he had been waiting to see on Netflix when the two barged into his room, practically dragging the blonde out of the house as he protested the whole way to the car. 

He now found himself aimlessly walking through the aisles of the miscellaneous store, mindlessly looking up and down all the shelves as something to do while Sapnap and George trailed ahead, talking between them about what they needed to make sure to grab. They had all turned down an aisle that contained self care items, including brushes, skin care, body lotion - those kinds of things. 

Dream was barely focusing on anything at this point, but suddenly something caught his eye. It was a back scratcher, something he had seen a million times before. But weirdly enough, it seemed to have a label with another language on it. He reached down and pulled the package from where it was dangling, bringing it closer to him to see if it was all in a different language. 

“Mr. Kitzel?” Dream practically jumped at the sudden voice coming from behind him, closer to his ear than he had anticipated. He turned his head to the side and met the dark brown eyes of George, who was smiling with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Yeah, I’m not sure? I was trying to figure out what language this was more than anything.” George hummed in acknowledgment as Sapnap made his way over, taking the backscratcher from Dream’s hands and glancing over the words.

“I think it might be german? Hold on,” Sapnap reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it and bringing up his translation app. He let out a chuckle when he read what it meant, turning his phone slightly to show George which made him turn slightly red with a nervous giggle. Dream was now the only one confused, and he was now rocking back and forth on his heels as he anxiously waited to see what was causing them to react like that. 

“What is it? What does it mean?” Dream sounded a little annoyed, but he couldn’t help it! He was getting nervous, and he wasn’t exactly sure why. Probably because of the smirks George and Sapnap shared as they looked at Dream, the smaller of the boys shrugging his shoulders and handing Dream his phone. The blonde boy nearly choked, fumbling to give Sapnap his phone back when he read the translation on the screen. 

Tickle. The translation was tickle. The backscratcher was literally called “Mr. Tickle”. 

“What a funny coincidence!” George began, leaning closer to Dream and causing him to take a step back with a nervous giggle. “We know someone with a very ticklish back. Don’t we, Sapnap?” 

“I think we do, George!” Sapnap agreed, also taking a step towards Dream with a teasy tone in his voice. He laughed as he watched Dream turn impossibly red, clearly loving how much their words were impacting the taller boy. Dream rolled his eyes with a huff before snatching the backscratcher out of Sapnaps hands to put back on the shelf.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s just get the stuff and go, I wanna go back to watching my show and ignoring you idiots.” Dream hung the backscratcher back on the shelf before turning quickly on his heels, walking away from the flustering situation. George and Sapnap giggled to themselves as the oldest boy grabbed the backscratcher again, throwing it into the basket and hiding it under the items they had already grabbed. They then followed quickly behind Dream, silently planning on ways they can use their brand new purchase. 

After returning home, Dream placed the bags he was carrying in on the kitchen table before turning to walk back up the steps to his room. He heard quick footsteps behind him and he turned around, just narrowly avoiding Sapnap from lunging at him. 

“What are you doing you idiot?!” Dream yelled out, giggling as Sapnap held up his fists and punched at Dream’s biceps. George walked over to them, giggling and rolling his eyes at Sapnap’s childish playing. 

“Just hang out with us, Dream! You’ve been in your room all morning!” Sapnap whined out, slumping his shoulders and throwing his arms around Dream dramatically, pulling him into a tight hug.

“You’ll live,” Dream used both arms to finally pry Sapnap off and away from his body, George gripping onto the younger boy’s arms to hold him back from tackling Dream again. “I promise I only have a few more episodes and then I’m done! If you guys are streaming later when I’m done I’ll pop in then.” 

Sapnap was about to protest when George elbowed him in the ribs, making him yelp and turn his head to meet his gaze. Dream watched in confusion as they seemingly were communicating, Sapnap suddenly smirking and staying quiet as he finally turned back to Dream to give him a thumbs up.

“I might stream later, so that sounds good. Just message me when you’re done.” George said nonchalantly, turning to walk back into the kitchen to unpack the bags. Sapnap gave him one last smirk before turning and following behind George to help. Dream felt a slight shiver down his spine but pushed it out of his mind, blaming the stupid “Mr. Kitzel” for being so on-edge. He made his way up the steps and a few minutes later was settled on his bed, laying on his stomach with his laptop in front of him while he was completely engrossed in the show. So engrossed, it would seem, that he unfortunately didn’t hear his door slowly opening or the footsteps of the two boys who quietly made their way over to Dream. 

Dream let out a shriek at the sudden weight landing on the back of his thighs, feeling his heart rate increase as he jolted, almost knocking his laptop to the floor. He turned as best he could to see George straddling his upper thighs, smirking down at him with mischief in his eyes. Dream turned back around quickly, screeching again as he was met with two hazel eyes very close to his face. 

“What the fuck?!” Dream began trying to buck up in an attempt to knock George off of him, but George just reached forward and gave his sides two quick squeezes as a warning. Dream yelped, burying his head in the blankets below him to stop a laugh from escaping. It was silent for a moment until heard the rustling of a bag from above him, making him lift his head slightly to see what was going on. 

“Dream, you remember your good friend Mr. Kitzel, don’t you?” He suddenly felt his blood run cold as Sapnap held up the backscratcher from the store, now free from its packaging, and free for the two to use it however they wanted. His thrashing picked up, protesting between the nervous giggles that were now pouring out of him. 

“It looks like he remembers.” George teased from above him, bringing his attention back to the hands that were still gripped onto his sides. Dream stilled, hoping that if he’s able to act unbothered maybe they would leave him alone. He was sadly mistaken, throwing himself into fight or flight mode as he felt his shirt being lifted up above his shoulder blades, exposing the freckly pale skin of his back to the cold air. 

“Nohohoho no George plehehease! Plehease don’t!” Dream began to plead, not knowing what else to do besides kick his legs as hard as he could, hoping to catch George off guard and make him lose his balance. But while Dream was distracted with trying to knock George off of him, he suddenly felt a strong pull at both of his arms, causing his chin to drop against the bed as his arms were stretched above him. He was truly trapped now, barely able to move side to side at how stretched out he seemed to be. 

“Why are you saying ‘please’? Are you asking to get more acquainted with Mr. Tickle?” George teased, leaning down to speak directly into Dream’s ear, making him rub it against his arm with a giggle to relieve the tingles he felt from the vibration of George’s voice. 

“Nohoho! Fuck OFF!” he tried his best to sound aggressive, but it was pretty hard to pull off between all the high pitched squeaks and nervous giggles that he couldn’t seem to swallow. 

“That’s ‘Mr. Kitzel’, George! At least treat our new friend with some respect and say his name in his native language!” Sapnap gasped in fake offense, making George fall into cackles at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. 

“You’re right, thank you Sapnap!” Dream felt George lean back, settling into his place on his thighs as he began dragging the backscratcher down his spine slowly, causing Dream to scream out before falling into louder laughter, kicking his feet every few seconds to try and get the tickly energy out. 

“Plehehehease don’t!” Dream was almost in stitches already as George continued to drag the backscratcher up and down his back, paying attention to the way he jolted whenever George ran it over his shoulder blades and his lower back. 

“Oh c’mon Dream, show a little respect to our friend! He’s just saying hello!” Sapnap chuckled from above him. But Dream wasn’t looking up. His face was buried into the blankets below him, cackling as he tried to focus on anything but the tickly feeling along his back. Sapnap and George had known how ticklish his back was, and they were fully taking advantage of this. Dream was plotting his revenge, thinking about all the other boy’s bad spots when he suddenly jerked to the side, shrieking as he felt the backscratcher trace over the right side along the back of his ribs. 

“Ohoho, what have we found here, Dream? Did Mr. Kitzel find something good? A very ticklish spot, perhaps?” he heard the oldest boy giggle as he continued to drag the claw over and over and over, up and down the back of his ribs, not stopping even as Dream thrashed more violently, yanking at his arms and kicking his feet against the pillows. 

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHU GUHUHYS!” Dream could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, lifting his head up to plead with Sapnap, giving him his best puppy eyed look - well, the best he could while being tickled to death. 

“Tickle tickle tickle, Dreamie,” the blonde squealed at that, trying to bury his face further into the blankets at the flustering teases Sapnap was whispering dangerously close to his ears. “Or should I be saying kitzel kitzel kitzel?” 

Dream didn’t know why but that flustered him just as much as the english word, and he continued to laugh hysterically as George switched to dragging the backscratcher all over the back of his ribs on his left side. Dream was laughing so hard he let out a long wheeze, gasping for breaths between his cackles as he continued to kick his legs as much as he could. He was so frantic now that George almost lost his balance, having to grab onto Dream’s waist to keep his place on his thighs. 

“Okay okahay Dreamlee, we’re almost done. We know how ticklish you are on your back, so we won’t go overboard,” he plopped his face back into the blanket, still giggling as George rubbed over his back with both his hands, helping him calm down. “We just wanna do one more spot, is that okay?” 

Dream felt his face heat up even more, no doubt that his ears were also bright red at this point. He let out a tiny, high pitched squeak before nodding his head slightly. George let out a puff of air through his nose, smirking and shaking his head slightly at how adorable Dream was when he was completely flustered. Sapnap switched from holding onto Dream’s wrists to holding his hands, running his thumbs along the back of Dream’s hands to help ground him as well. 

“Alright you little giggle bug, are you ready for the finale?” Dream let out another whine at that, nodding again before freezing up as he felt the claw placed between his shoulder blades. He bit his lips, his eyes wide even as he continued to hide his face against the blankets. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last - he knew that they knew it was one of the most sensitive spots on his body. 

George turned the scratcher sideways, dragging it up and over each shoulder blade. Dream was howling, kicking pathetically and squeezing Sapnap’s hands tightly, not knowing what to do with himself. All he knew was that it tickled, and it tickled so much, and tickled so bad. He heard George and Sapnap giggling as he continued to laugh hysterically under them. 

“Jesus Dream, I’ve never seen someone so ticklish on their upper back before.” Sapnap let out another giggle, watching goosebumps form along the pale skin as George dragged the metal claw above his shoulder blades, just below the nape of Dreams neck. They watched as the bumps sprouted along the bigger boys back and down his arms, cooing about how adorable and ticklish he was. 

“STOHOHOP I CAHAHAN’T HELP IHIHIT!” Dream could feel the tears on his cheeks at this point, completely lost in how ticklish this backscratcher felt against his back. He melted into the blankets, going limp and giving up completely to the tickly feeling that was quickly spreading all over his back. “P-PLEHEHEASE PLEASE STOHOHOP I CAHAHAHAN’T!” 

George and Sapnap shared a look before Sapnap gently loosened his grips on his hands, again beginning the rub the backs of them with his thumbs while George put “Mr. Kitzel” down on the bed, beginning to massage the ghost tickles from Dream’s back.

“You doin okay down there, ticklish?” Sapnap asked after a few minutes, Dream letting out a little whine at the nickname he chose for him. 

“T-Thahat was cruehehehel.” He finally managed to get out between breaths, finally calming down and taking big gulps of air to regulate his breathing. George slipped off his thighs and plopped next to him on the bed, holding the backscratcher in his hands and watched as Dream finally sat up with a groan. Sapnap and George giggled quietly at how messed up Dream’s hair was, curls flying in every direction. 

“We’re sorry, Dreamie, you know we had to,” George chuckled from next to him, reaching his hand to rub a stray tear from Dream’s cheek. “We knew someone as ticklish as you needed to meet Mr. Kitzel.” 

“Yeah? Well, ‘Mr. Kitzel’ is going to meet the dumpster after this so he can’t torture anyone else.” Dream quickly snatched the backscratcher from George’s hands and sprinted from the room before they could register what the blonde boy was doing, scrambling to their feet to follow after Dream. 

Dream wound up hiding Mr. Kitzel from them, and wouldn’t give up the hiding spot no matter how much they annoyed (and tortured) him. George and Sapnap eventually gave up, huffing about how he ruined the fun for them. 

And if George and Sapnap had  bought three more “Mr. Kitzel”’s in preparation for a situation like this, well, Dream would find out soon enough.

#lee!Dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #I actually love this? #again #totttttallly not aimed at anyone specific #definitely not aimed at someone whose name starts with J #and ends with uno #im too nice to bully anyone 😇 #unlike somEONE #anyways #pls enjoy! #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff #thank u emma for proof reading sort of #and watching me correct my mistakes in real time

[bittersweet-bumblebees]

whiteboard things

my doodlesona sip, my girlfriends doodlesona tom, and act :3

ignore the fact that

hes shirtless

#buzzbeebumble #bittersweet bumblebees #act ler #buzzzart #sip & tom #yes sip & tom have their own tag now #i will make more of them #and maybe more shirtless act /J