#FOR SEVERAL MINUTES AFTER THE LER STOPPED

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Lee Guest for Anons finally

Blah blah blah this is tickle fic

“It Takes More than Pizza…”

Lee! Guest 1337

Ler! Elliot

As he respawned in the cabin, Guest got hit with a headache to rival all headaches. A throbbing, pounding, dizzying kind of headache. He groaned and went to lie down upstairs on the beanbags. To his surprise, Elliot was there before him.

“Hi Elliot…” Guest groaned and went to sit next to him.

“Hey… you good?” Elliot wasn’t used to seeing Guest like this.

“I’m fine… Just a headache.”

Elliot stared at Guest, clearly not believing him. But Guest knew what he was talking about, so if Guest says he was fine, then he was fine. It still lingered on Elliot’s mind though.

Guest took the beanbag next to Elliot and sat there, just breathing heavily. Elliot really doubted that he was, “fine.”

“Sooo… I died first… how did the round go?”

Guest sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it…”

Elliot stopped asking questions, still worried about Guest. “Okay…”

Elliot got up out of his beanbag and went down to the main lobby of the cabin. He contemplated how to get through to Guest. He was spectating the round… it really was bad for him. He made a lot of avoidable mistakes, even when C00lkidd messed up worse.

Sure, Elliot actually did heal Guest when he was close to death, but… Guest always just lost the health right after.

And when everyone respawned back in the cabin, no one even said anything to Guest. They all just… looked at him, like he was a disease. Elliot had to admit that he was the same way.

Guest had managed to teach Elliot how to time his pizza throws and most importantly—how to aim them. Elliot was fully in debt to Guest, and so he took it upon himself to help Guest.

But… how would he? Guest never opens up to anyone, and the only thing Elliot is sure he enjoys is helping others. And he already does that. There’s no possible way he could be able to help him-

Okay. He had to stop and just… think. Guest had had tough rounds before. What could have been different about this one? Guest said he had a headache… maybe he got hit too much? Maybe Elliot was thinking too externally. Guest wasn’t just a sentinel or a survivor, he was a human person with feelings and emotions.

This brought up several possibilities. Elliot was thinking how to get through to Guest instead of how to get through to a human!

Elliot went back upstairs to find Guest wide awake, staring at the panda on the old TV. “Hi again, Guest…”

“Elliot, you were gone for two minutes.” Guest kept his eyes on the screen.

“And I was very productive in those two minutes!” Elliot’s tone wandered into annoying territory. “I was actually just… I was thinking.”

Elliot sat on the side of Guest’s beanbag. “I get it if you don’t want to talk about what happened in the round,” he shifted closer to Guest. “So, tell me about other rounds. The good rounds! The ones where you punch the killer to save someone!… usually me.”

Guest took his eyes off the screen to meet Elliot’s. He sighed. “Well… there’s the round where I parried 1x of the castle at Brandon’s place… the time I charged into John and pushed him into piranha water… oh- and the time I punched Jason so hard he dropped his machete! That was cool.”

Elliot felt more accomplished with each new memory that arose. And for a moment, they were kids again, sharing stories, laughing, having fun… like normal humans.

“Or- or- or the one time when you got, like, 6 parries in one round?”

“Yeah!”

The pair chatted for a couple more minutes before Elliot dropped his question. “Alright. Me that we established that you’ve done so much to help everyone… what happened in the round?”

Guest froze. Was he ready to talk? Was he really about to tell Elliot of all people, about what went down?

“… Elliot, I missed a punch. On the hill. Glass Houses. It… I… got someone killed. Got you killed! I was in the military. I’ve seen people die. But… knowing I caused someone’s death? … how could I ever live with that?”

“How could I ever live with myself, knowing my mistakes got you killed?”

By now, tears pricked the corners of Guest’s eyes. Elliot could tell he was speaking straight from his heart.

“How could I, someone known to save lives, let yours go-“

“Guest… stop.” Elliot reached out a hand and put it on Guest’s shoulder. He was fully crying now, tears slowly rolling down his face. Elliot embraced him. He had… never seen Guest like this before.

“That was good. That was good…” Elliot rubbed Guest’s back and, very slightly, Guest twitched. Barely enough for Elliot to feel. But he did, and it sparked an idea on his mind.

Elliot traces Guest’s back, just enough to still be considered comforting. Guest squirmed a bit.

“Guest… I just.. wow.” Elliot traced a bit more. “I don’t blame you at all.”

“E- Elliot… your hand-“

Elliot started dragging a finger down Guest’s spine, eliciting a slight squeak from the veteran.

“Shh, it’s okay. I don’t blame you.”

“Ehehehelliot-! Whahahat are you dohohoing-?”

“I said shh.”

Guest by now knew what Elliot was doing as Elliot moved his fingers to Guest’s sides, gently kneading and spidering them along it.

“Listen, I get it.”

“Ehehehehelliot plehehehease!”

“I used to be the same way.”

“Ehehehehehehelliot!”

“I always thought that I was the problem.”

Elliot tickled faster, moving his hands to Guest’s stomach every so often.

“EHEHEheliot lihIHIHIsten-!”

“But you helped me!”

“StohoHOHOHOP-!”

“Which, I’m still a little salty about.”

“Ihihihi’m sohoHOHOHOrry!”

“You helped me see that I could do better even if I made mistakes!”

Elliot had Guest laid back on the beanbag, attempting to squirm away from his tickling.

“IhihIHIHI-! Yohohou’re wehehEHEHELCOme-?”

“So allow me, please, to do the same!”

After Elliot finished his spiel, he quickly skittered his fingers about Guest’s midsection.

“AhaHAHAHAHA! NO STOHOHOHOP!”

“Tell me you’re a great person.” Elliot kneaded into Guest’s stomach.

“WhaHAHAHAT?”

“Tell me that you’re a great person!”

“I’m a grEHEHEAT persOHOHON- I’m a great person!”

Elliot grinned. “See? That wasn’t so hard!”

Guest had more tears in his eyes now, but… they weren’t sad tears this time. “PleHEHEHEHEASE! StohOHOHOHOP!”

“Okay, fine.” Elliot retracted his hands.

“Urgh… I am a mess…” Guest sat up.

“Do you feel better though?”

“… yes.”

Thank goodness the 13th is gone

The Jason mains were torture💔🥀

[666anxiety666]

Hey if you're still doing fics of pressure, how about one where Seb and reader are playing hide & seek and Seb decides to be play dirty by getting reader to make any noise by being funny/telling jokes or he's either being sneaky in the shadows and reveals himself to the reader after several minutes of anticipation with a jumpscare?

Bonus points if he adds his "lets try to hide from the big scary monster next time, okay?"

HELL YEAH

From the shadows

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/N LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :>

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You quickly ran and hid behind a pile of boxes. Panting heavily as you covered your mouth. He was coming... you could hear him...

"Oh my little expendable~ come out, come out~"

You heard his teasing voice. Sebastian. You held back a gasp. You were determined to win this round of hide and seek.

"I know you're out there..~"

You heard his teasing voice. You could tell he was grinning... your grip on your mouth tightened.

Suddenly, all was quiet. You pause, your body trembling with anticipation. You peer out from behind the boxes on one side.

No one. No one was there. You raised an eye brow. Your eyes darting everywhere in the room for any sign of-

"Gotcha!"

You squealed when two big claws wrapped around your abdomen and pulled you out. It was Sebastian, of course. With a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well, well, look what I found~"

And with that, your tummy and sides were being attached. Sebastians claws raking up and down, causing you to squeal.

"Thought you could hide from me, Y/N?~"

Sebastian grinned. Keeping a tight grip on you as you thrashed and kicked.

"Ohoh! You're not going anywhere!"

Sebastian picked up his tickles. His third hand moved down to your hips. Squeezing the sensitive flesh there.

You squealed loudly. Trying to buck him off. You squealed and babbled apologies and pleas of mercy. But Sebastian didn't let up.

"Aw, stop? But where's the fun in that?~ Plus, you did hide from me...~

Sebastian grinned. His blunt claws digging right into the hip bone. Making you thrash and kick.

"Oho! Looks like I've found a bad spot, huh...? it would be such a shame if I were to use that to my advantage..."

Sebastian grinned wide, showing off his sharp teeth. Before you could protest. All three of his hands were attacking your poor hips. Drilling his thumbs into the dips, scratching and scribbling all over them.

"Jeez, Y/N... I don't think I've ever seen someone so ticklish. Must just be you, huh?"

Sebastian taunted. One hand also moves down to squeeze your thigh. Making you let out a high-pitched yelp.

Sebastian chuckled along with you. Enjoying watching you try desperately to kick and buck him off.

As you lost yourself in the tickles. Your face was bright red, tears of laughter peeking in the corners of your eyes. Trying with all your might to get away.

When suddenly, you snorted.

Sebastian paused his tickling. Finally giving you the break you needed as you panted and gasped for air on the floor.

Sebastian stared for a moment before he burst out laughing. You caught your breath and looked up at him. You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Oh, come on, buddy..."

Sebastian chuckled, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

"That was adorable!"

Sebastian grinned. Drumming his claws on the floor. You blinked at him. Relieved he wasn't weirded out by it.

"Say... can you do it again?~"

Your eyes widened. Quickly jumping up as you bolted, ready to hide once more. Sebastian right on your tail.

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YIPPE, all done :]

[starlightsuicide]

Let Me Finish Speaking

A/n: This is my first tkl fic so don't be afraid to give my criticism, I've been dying to write this for over a week and finally sat my ass down and did it! I couldn't find any fanart for this sorry TwT. Also in the greek myth Tiresias was changed into a woman for several years while he was living and had a daughter named Manto sooooo I wanted to add that (I just made him use he/him pronouns bc I'm a bit lazy rn). Anyways I'm done yapping hope ya like!

Summary: Odysseus wants to know 'who' and Tiresias isn't going to give that information up easily, it's not a part of the prophet's job description to explain the future to a dumbass but what happened when the dumbass turns into a different type of monster?

Word Count: 1.9k

lee: Tiresias

ler: Odysseus

“I see your wife with a man who is haunting, a man with a trail of bodies-” A frantic voice yelled out “Who?!” Rude to interrupt, Tiresias stood firm ready to just continue on with this whole ‘prophet story time’ spiel.��

The eerie silence didn’t last long as the cloaked figure attempted to go on. “I see a song of past romance-” Another interruption from the shorter man almost made him whip around and just push Odysseus off the cliff there and then. Instead of the living man stopping there he took another step forward, was it rage? Anger? Hate? Who knew? Tense was the only way to describe the whole ordeal. 

“Who? Who is the man?” Odysseus took a step forward momentarily pissed but also terrified. Tiresias just stood still mouth slightly agape trying to go on, the blindfold of bandages was slightly coming undone by now time to speed this up. 

“I see the-” A push stopped him and he stumbled back using the raggedy staff to regain balance “No you don’t see!” 

Wow, what an original insult Again with a barely hidden sigh the cloaked man attempted to go on. This was getting him a bit prissy every time he got interrupted  

“-sacrifice of man, I see-”  

“Just answer the damn question!” 

“Can you shut up or can you not deal with not hearing your own voice for one minute?” Okay maybe that wasn’t the best reaction to a fairly traumatized man on his way home but disrespecting the soul who was giving him the future struck an annoyed chord with Tiresias.  

Everything went still for a second, if the blind prophet could see the look on Odysseus’s face he would have ran. The gleam in the captain’s eyes was ‘little shit energy’. Without a warning or even a noise Tiresias was tackled to the ground his staff fell to the ground and the bandages around his eyes slid off revealing the completely white eyes beneath them proving the factor of being completely blind. 

A gas escaped Tiresias, and he tried to hit Odysseus, at the very least push him off but the frantic uncoordinated flailing wasn’t getting him anywhere. “Let me go or I swear-”

“You’re not in the position to be making demands-”

"Can you quit fucking interrupting every 2 seconds?!” 

“Can you just fucking tell me who?” 

After Odysseus spoke those words through gritted teeth the prophet made a ‘tch’ sound and just laid limp on the ground. Their positions weren’t anything too odd just a short asshole keeping a slightly unraveled soul pinned to the ground by holding his shoulders down and sitting on his thighs. 

Even though Tiresias didn’t have pupils he still rolled his empty sight filled eyes which just made Odysseus slightly annoyed. When the silver haired man felt the hands holding his shoulders move away, he went to push the dick off trying to at least hear where he was, to look into the future for this would be stupid, buuuuuuut maybe a little useful. 

Before Tiresias had the chance to blink breath, or even twitch the brown haired ass man had moved his hands down to his sides and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

“Who?” Another squeeze followed after Odysseus spoke. On Tiresias’s part he couldn’t remember the last time anyone tried to tickle a dead soul. During his time as a woman, he would always hold Manto close and tickle her to sleep planting soft kisses over her face. 

An annoying blush creeped onto the prophet's face and he glued his mouth shut making sure to bite down on his lip. Another squeeze followed along with a “Who?” though he stayed deadly silent and still (hah puns). Though Tiresias stayed deadly silent Odysseus face changed to a slightly annoyed look to smug. 

Without a warning or a tease to the blind one he shoved his hands under his arms pinching and squeezing.  A long gasp and a soft giggle escaped Tiresias before he clamped his arms to his sides while using a hand to cover his mouth. “Gotcha.” Odysseus’s tone went from cold to teasing so randomly it was worse than whiplash. 

“W-what?” Why is he- what the fuck?! Looking into the future maybe could help but all he could focus on is not giggling at the annoying tingling in his armpits. Suddenly the tickling stop, but before Tiresias could react the other grabbed his arms using one hand to pin them above his head leaving him unable to hit him, though it’s not like he could see him to hit him. 

“If you tell me ‘who’ I’ll stop tickling you, unless you want me to keep going.” Oh that pompous, cocky, monster of a man, and how dare he insinuate such a ridiculous idea! 

“You came here for a look into the future not for me to summarize the prophecy because you can’t understand it.” Some screams from the souls echoed in the distance, the Ithacan’s hand rested itself on the prophet’s lower ribs making him finch away causing his hood to fall off completely revealing the embarrassing look on his face. 

Tiresias’s face was flushed from such a humiliating turn of events while his lips were in a slightly wobblily smile. “Well maybe you could just tell me ‘who’.” 

“That’s for you to figure out.” Though his voice kept a steady unimpressed tone it had shrunken in volume. “Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” 

 

Suddenly or rather predictably Odysseus dug his wiggling fingers into the bashful prophet’s ribs. Pinching, kneading, and poking in between the bones though Tiresias managed to keep his laughter hidden for the first minute the fact he couldn’t see where the king would go next and couldn’t find the concentration to predict where he would go next a surprisingly girlish squeal escaped him and he managed to use his leg to kick Odysseus in the back “Stohop this!” 

 

Instead of backing down that little monster just decided to tease him through the soul’s sea of giggles and squirming “Well I coooouuuuuld if you answered my queastion...”  

Instead of waiting for Tiresias to respond he moved his hand as quick of he could to squeeze his hip causing him to let out a short scream and a harsh buck. Mortification flooded the prophet but Odysseus’ smile just grew three times the size. 

“Looks like I found a bad spot.” The fucking lilt in the damn living’s voice made Tiresias’s face burn like it was being melted off in a fire. “Wait-” Hopefully this was the last interruption because Odysseus’ let go of both of the prophet’s wrist to use both of his hands to squeeze and rub tickly circles into Tiresias’ hips. 

The reaction was instantaneous, one loud high pitched almost feminine scream escaped him followed by loud squeaky laughter. Uncoordinated arms flailed uselessly trying to hit the damned asshole who decided to quit talking finally. The only downside was now Tiresias couldn’t tell where the little shit was exactly. 

“Yohohohu wihin JUhUhUsT stOOOoOP!” When the tickling stopped Tiresias used his hands to cover his cheeks and closed the white irised eyes. “So, who is it?” No response. “Who?” Again, no response except calm breathing. “Who-” 

“I heard you the first damn time!” A pause. 

“I cannot tell you ‘who’ you must figure that out yourself.” 

He felt Odysseus let go and stand up so as any sane person dead or alive he went to sit up. An undignified surprised shriek, he felt himself get turned over so now he was lying on his stomach feeling like a cat who failed to land properly. Odysseus sat himself down on Tiresias’ back leaving the latter unable to get up.  

Since there wasn’t any way for the blind shit to hit him, Odysseus decided to tease him while slowly undoing the prophet’s sandals. “If you wanted me to keep going you could’ve just asked.”  

That fucking cocky- “What in the gods are you talking about?” With a sharp kick he managed to hit the king in the chest with his heel making the other let out a gasp. “Okay now you’re just asking for it!” 

Without warning a hand took hold of both of his feet own by the ankles and scribbled over the bare soles. Quieter giggles that soon morphed into soft breathless laughter escaped Tiresias who at the point had managed to pull his hood back over his head.  

After a moment of dead silence (hehe i love underworld puns) Odysseus hesitated before softly scratching at the back of the prophet’s knees, now how the other responded to this almost scared Odysseus so bad he almost just stopped the tickling there and then. Tiresias’ whole body went still and for a split second everything went still before a scream and very violent kicking.  

Odysseus would probably walk away with a few bruises from this whole ordeal but it was for information. 

For Tiresias it was the worst sensation he’d ever had to deal with alive or dead. (dramatic ik) It was unbearable in such a small spot it made him want to just stop existing right there and then.  

No matter how much kicking, screaming, or attempted looks into the future were helping and with the rapidly forming tears in his eyes he threw the metaphorical towel in. “IT’SYOU’WHO’ISYOU LEHET MEHEH GOHOHO- ITOLDYOULETMEGO-”  

Though the captain literally had no clue what the prophet just said he decided it was getting nowhere and thankfully stopped squeezing the backs of his knees and got off of him. In relief Tiresias just quickly hugged his knees to his chest covering himself in his cloak almost looking as if he was a kitten. It took a few minutes for the excess giggles to stop and his breath to go to normal. 

No one moved or spoke in that time, finally Tiresias grabbed his staff and stood up. “-Portrayals of betrayal, and a brothers’ final stand.” Soft silhouettes of the crew circled around them as Tiresias picked up where he had left off. “I see you on the brink of death,”  

The slashing of a sword could be heard behind Odysseus but when he turned around the was nothing, suddenly some of the souls’ hands started to pull the captain to the cliff like they were clawing for something to crawl up “Wait-” the hands didn’t stop pulling no matter how he tried to find his footing on the darkened stone surface. 

“I see you draw your final breath.” At the moment a soul grabbed harshly at the king’s ankle causing him to almost fall back but catch himself on the edge of the cliff. “I see you draw your final breath!” The prophet stood directly in front of where Odysseus stayed hanging.  

“I see a man who gets to make it home alive,” He kneeled down to be face level with Odysseus and placed a finger on his forehead slightly pushing him more off of the gravely surface. “But it’s no longer you.” And with one final soft nudge of the finger pressing against Odysseus’ forehead he completely lost grip of the edge and fell into the darkness below while Tiresias stayed looking down blindly. 

[backtothedrawingboard]

Pulling Through

The weight of Jax's situation settles deeper every day, and his walls are starting to crumble. Luckily, he has a friend who wants to help!

Lee!Jax x Ler!Reader (Platonic)

CW: Angst and fluff. This is a tickle story, so if that's not your thing, move on by!

TW: Mentions of suicidal ideation, panic attack. Continue at your own discretion.

It had been...Who knows how many years. Time didn't seem to move the same in the Circus. Everyone found their own ways to cope, even if it was going mad like Kinger. Jax had...the most annoying method, to say the least.

Nobody in the Circus particularly liked Jax. He was rude and arrogant and seemed to find joy in tormenting the others. His lack of empathy only added to the cast's ire. He especially loved harassing the newest member, Y/N.

The new member frequently awoke to a spatula hitting a pot above their head or tripped over the rabbit's foot while walking through the halls. Whenever they confronted him about it, he just snickered and brushed their irritations aside.

But recently, it was...different. He was more snappy and short over stupid things or ignored actual irritations. Y/N found themself being able to get a full night's sleep without waking to some terrifying sound. It was...suspicious.

After an irritating adventure of working at a fast food joint, Jax slunk off to his room without a word, his ears drooping slightly. Zooble looked over in confusion.

"What's his problem?" they questioned.

"Erm. I kinda put him through a lot..." Gangle answered.

Everyone stared at Jax until he disappeared, and then got back to chatting casually. Y/N looked around a bit.

"Wait...What about Jax?" they interrupted. Ragatha shrugged.

"He'll be ok. He goes through slumps every now and then. He always bounces back." She made a face. "Ugh. And he'll be twice as obnoxious when he does."

As everyone got back to chatting, Y/N remained silent, still unsettled by the rabbit's subdued behavior. They quietly excused themself and headed down the hall to Jax's room. They stopped in front of the door and stared at the logo of the rabbit.

They sigh. "What the %#!? am I doing...?" They knocked hesitantly. "Jax? Are you in there?"

There was a silence before Jax answered. "Get lost, loser."

"I'm coming in."

"Hey, I said-!" He cut off as they opened the door and stepped inside. They were shocked to find Jax sitting on the bed defensively and quickly wiping his face with the back of his hand. As they looked around, they saw a pile of keys in a corner and what looked like crumbled papers with- maybe maps?- in the other. He did not look good at all.

Jax snarled a little in frustration. "I thought I said 'get lost.' What do you want?"

Y/N took a shaky breath and stepped in a little further. "I just...wanted to check on you. You seemed a little quiet after we got back."

The rabbit huffed and turned his back to them. "I'm fine. Just tired." Based on the way his voice wavered a little, he was clearly lying.

They slowly walked over and sat next to him on the bed. Surprisingly, he didn't deck her in the face with a fist. "I'm worried about you, Jax. You've been spiraling a few days now, and I don't want you to...you know..."

Jax stayed silent a second, staring at his lap with a look of pure hopelessness. It was the most vulnerable Y/N had ever seen him. They both sat in silence a few minutes before Jax finally spoke up, trying to sound defensive.

"I can't remember how long I've been in here," he muttered. Y/N hesitated before setting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen a little.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." Y/N whispered. Jax shrugged a little.

"It's fine..." Silence fell over the room again for a long several minutes before he spoke up again. "I just...How am I supposed to keep hanging on when there's no hope of escape whatsoever? How can I...how do..." He goes quiet and shakes a little.

Y/N rubbed his shoulder gently. "I know...I'm sure it's hard, but I'm here for you..." They frowned when they got no response. "...Jax?"

The rabbit was shaking intensely and covered his mouth, starting to hyperventilate. Y/N's eyes widened and they stopped rubbing his shoulder. "Jax..."

"I can't...I'm abstracting..." he gasped out. He gripped Y/N's sleeve. "Help...I'm abstracting...HELP!"

Y/N jolted and put their hands on his shoulders to steady him. "You're not abstracting. You're panicking. Focus on my voice," they said soothingly Jax pressed his face to their shoulder and panted in fear, trembling. His companion carefully wrapped their arms around him, making sure it didn't cause him to panic more.

The two of them sat in silence for several long minutes, Y/N occasionally muttering soothing words. Jax's breath finally evened out and he sighed deeply.

"Feeling better...?" Y/N asked. The rabbit nodded against their shoulder.

"Yeah...Thanks." His voice started showing a bit of defensiveness again, but he didn't stop leaning against them. Y/N smiled a little and ran their hand over one of his ears comfortingly.

"Anytime, Ja-" They cut off as Jax made a weird noise, something between a yelp and a squeal. Curious, Y/N ran their hand against the back of his ear again.

"H-hey! Don't do that!" Jax snickered. Y/N grinned.

"Oh? Are you ticklish?" they asked in amusement.

"No. Shut up." There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. Then suddenly, Y/N pounced on him and dug their fingers in his ribs. He squealed and let out some involuntary laughs.

"I knew it! You are ticklish!" Y/N declared.

"S-Stop it! Y/N! Get ohohoff!" His legs started kicking out as they skittered their fingers up to his armpits. "NO! DON'T YOU DARE!"

Y/N snickered and teasingly wiggled their fingers up under his arms. "Oh? Why's that? A little ticklish here?"

Jax threw his head back with hysterical giggles, slamming his arms tightly against his sides. His legs kicked at Y/N desperately.

"YOHOU %#?!ER!" he cried. "Nono wait not there NOT THERE!" He let out a loud squeal as Y/N found the sweet spot just under his armpits.

Y/N laughed. "Oh? Not here? Why not? It sounds like you love it?"

Jax went red and covered his face. "I doho nohohot! Shut uhup!"

"Oh yeah? You look awfully red there. Coochicoochicooo!"

The rabbit squealed and twisted in an attempt to escape the fingers skittering up and down his ribs. "Please! Please! Stahahaaaaap!" His eyes were watering from laughter.

Y/N finally let up with a giggle, sitting up next to him. "Fine. I guess I'll let you go." They smiled down at him, noticing the look of genuine happiness on his face as he panted for breath.

"Never...do that...again," Jax panted. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm. I dunno. We'll see," they answered. Their smirk became a gentle smile. "If you ever need to vent or blow off steam, just let me know. I'll never tell anyone about it." Jax blinked in surprise.

"Hm...Ok..." he muttered. He crossed his arms and looked away, putting up a defensive front again, but he still sounded a little amused. "Just...I swear, don't go doing that again."

Y/N grinned and wiggled their fingers in his direction. "We'll see...we'll see"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was my first story, so I hope y'all like it! <3

[creative-kny-fics]

Hello friend! I was wondering if requests are open? If not ignore this-

Id they are, could you do Lee! Genya and Ler! Sanemi? Maybe Sanemi feels a bit bad about how he’s been treating Genya so he does it to cheer him up? In an inconspicuous way, of course 👀

Thank you ❤️

I think I've made a fic similar to this before... But I don't remember if it was on my previous account or on this one ;-;... I'll do it anyway!

Ler: Sanemi Shinazugawa

Lee: Genya Shinazugawa

Sanemi was being scolded by Himejima, the reason? Let's find out... 'Shinazugawa, I've received some complaints saying that you threatened several slayers today. May I know the reason?'

'Tsk... Those idiots are just exaggerating...'

'So, you didn't threaten them with your katana and made them run for almost 9 minutes without stopping?', Sanemi frowned, those idiots had now gotten him into trouble.

He analyzed his options, and none of them seemed to come out of it unscathed, apparently he had no choice but to tell Gyomei what had happened.

'So... You heard a group of slayers murmuring about how useless Genya is for not being able to use breaths and thus yearns to become a hashira?', Sanemi nodded. 'It's a bit hypocritical of you... You treat Genya that way too, did you forget?'

Sanemi's anger subsided, looking at the ground sadly, Gyomei was right, he didn't treat Genya well either.

The only thing that differentiated him was that he acted like that with him because he wanted to protect him, while they did it to make fun of him. 'I'll talk to him about it... Does Oyakata-Sama know what I did?'

'No, but I will try to explain the situation to you. The only condition I ask for doing this is that you treat Genya better, do you think you can fulfill it?', Sanemi nodded, said goodbye and headed off determined to look for his little brother.

It didn't take long, he found him also frustrated, could it be that he had also heard what everyone was saying about him?

'Genya...', that voice... 'Huh? Aniki-! Sorry... Wind Hashira...'

'You can call me Sanemi, there is no one here who is seeing or hearing us...', Genya's eyes widened, but he agreed to call him that. 'Sanemi, what do you want? I'm busy...'

'I want to talk to you, stop what you're doing and come here... NOW', Genya nodded and approached him.

Perhaps this has been the closest he has had with him without being treated badly or trying to hit him, he was happy. 'Genya, you know what they say is not true, right?'

'It is not? So why do you always repeat it to me...? Why are you always telling me to abandon everything...? Why it always seems like I let you down...?!', he covered his eyes and turned his back on him.

Sanemi controlled the tears that wanted to come out and approached him, turning him around so that he could stare at him and after a few seconds of looking at him, hug him.

It was too much for Genya, he hugged him tightly, thinking that perhaps it would be the last time Sanemi would hug him or treat him that way.

'It's complicated to explain... But I want you to be clear about something...', Sanemi grabbed Genya's cheeks, squeezing them while forcing him to stare at him.

'... I don't hate you, I just want the best for you... And if I ever hear someone talk shit about you again, I'll make them eat dirt and I'll make them apologize to you. You understand me?' 'I-Ius!', he replied, or at least he tried.

He let go of his cheeks, smiling internally as he watched his brother laugh and rub his cheeks. He slowly approached him from behind, hugging him again but this time falling to the floor while still hugging him.

'You're smiling?' 'N-no...', Genya isn't good at lying either.

Sanemi also smiled, taking advantage of the fact that he was hugging him to begin caressing his sides, putting more strength into his embrace when Genya seemed to begin to squirm and free himself.

'Hey, where are you planning to go?! I thought you wanted me to show you affection!', he laughed as Genya threw her head back to try and hit him. 'Y-yohohou aharehe tihicklihing mehehe!!'

'Me?! I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm just hugging you... Don't blame me for your sensitivity~'

Genya's face blushed, which encouraged Sanemi to continue, raising his hands, tickling his armpits, knowing perfectly well that Genya would catch his hands to make him leave him. Sanemi knew his brother perfectly. 'O-OKAHAHAHAY!! SAHANEHEMIHIHI!! NOHOHOT THEHEREHEHE!!'

'Where~? Come on Genya, are you going to tell me you don't like this? You trapped my hands under your armpits, so I can assume you want me to continue~'

'THAHAHAT'S NOHOHOT THE REHEAHASON!! DOHOHON'T TEHEASEHEHE ME!!', nah, Genya was too adorable to even think about stopping.

Sanemi was having fun, when was the last time he tickled his brother? Maybe years would have passed and yet, he was still that ticklish baby who always enjoyed tickling.

'Genyaaaa~' he sang, adjusting his grip so Genya wouldn't escape.

'WAHAHAIHIT!! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!!'

'Mmmmm? What thing? THIS?!'

A raspberry was blown on Genya's neck, making him arch his back and making the blush only worse from the embarrassment he felt.

Genya's strength was not the same, he no longer even tried to escape, he knew that any attempt to do so would be useless, so he decided to conserve his strength to laugh until Sanemi considers it was enough for him. 'Awwww, have you given up yet? What's up Genya? Come on, fight me! Try to earn your freedom or else I'll keep making fun of you~ do you want that?'

'NOOOO!! I GIHIVEHEHE!! I CAHAHAHAN'T!! I'M TOHOHO TIHICKLIHIHISH!!!'

'I already knew that! Gosh is this really too much for you?',. Genya nodded and gasped when Sanemi stopped dead.

Sanemi laughed when he saw his brother curled up in a ball while trying to catch his breath, he couldn't even get close to hug him because Genya rolled over to get him away. 'D-don't do that again...'

'Are you sure you want that?', earning a small kick from Genya.

Realizing what he had done, he immediately stood up from where he was and started running away from him. Sanemi gave him a small advantage, but one thing was for sure, he had to run and catch him before Genya told Gyomei about what he had done.

Maybe Genya has achieved it... Just as maybe not, what do you think?

[calicocatsarecute]

Alright y’all, Adam won the poll for the ler! So here’s the fic! Enjoy!

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Adam and Lute were currently having a meeting with Lucifer, even though it they were doing it with holograms up in Heaven.

Lucifer was extremely bored and not really paying attention to anything Adam said.

“Lucifer? Hellspawn? You listening to me bastard? Hellooooo?” Adam flew around him, trying to make Lucifer pay attention to what he was saying.

Adam didn’t like being ignored, even if he was being ignored by the person he hated more than anything in all existence.

Lute was still standing beside Adam’s chair, tapping her foot on the ground as she saw Adam try to get Lucifer’s attention.

Adam kept trying to get Lucifer’s attention for fifteen minutes, but to no avail. He huffed and crossed his arms, having tried almost everything that came to mind.

He was about to give up when Lucifer took out a rubber duck and started to coo at it, this gave Adam an idea.

He went back to his seat, but didn’t sit down. He instead, put both of his hands on Lute’s sides.

“What are you doing sir?” Lute questioned.

Adam then proceeded to tickle her, which immediately made Lucifer wide eyed and looking at Adam with a confused look.

Lute was giggling and kicking her legs in the air.

“Sihir stohohop!” Lute giggled wildly, obviously being very ticklish.

“Adam… why are you tickling your lieutenant?” Lucifer questioned skeptically.

“Well, now that I have got your attention, let’s talk about Extermination!” Adam said enthusiastically, still tickling Lute.

As Lucifer and Adam talked, Lute was continuously tickled. Adam in fact, decided to tickle her armpits.

Lute let out the loudest squeal Lucifer had ever heard, which is saying something because he has a daughter.

“NAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHADAM!” Lute completely gave up, allowing Adam to continue tickling her.

“Adam… I don’t think she’s okay…” Lucifer said.

“Oh Lute? She’s fine, just a little bit ticklish!” Adam chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was making Lute squeal and squirm.

He brought his wings up to actually tickle her under arms as he moved his hands to her hips and stomach, causing Lute to let out a screech.

“N-NAHAHAHAT THEHEHE WIHIHINGS! SIHIHIR!!”

“I think a little ticklish is a SEVERE understatement…” Lucifer added.

“AHAHAHADAHAHAM IHIHI CAHAHAN’T! NOHOHO MOHOHORE PLEHEHEAHAHASE!”

“She’s fine!” Adam answered with a smirk, squishing around her stomach.

Lute tried to escape Adam’s tickle attack, but failed miserably.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA MOHOHORE!”

Lucifer actually smiled at Lute’s laughing outburst, it actually reminded him of when he tickle little Charlie…

As the meeting went on, Lute’s laughter got more scratchy and soft due to not getting enough oxygen.

“Okay, Adam. She’s had enough. I won’t ignore you if you stop.” Lucifer said, seeing that Lute was practically loosing oxygen quickly.

Adam reluctantly stopped tickling Lute, causing her to collapse on the ground as she caught her breath.

After the meeting finished, Lucifer smiled to himself at how much Lute reminded him of Charlie (funnily enough).

Back in Heaven though was another story though…

“No Adam! Stay back!” Lute hissed as Adam wiggled his fingers at her.

“What’s wrong~? It’s just a bit of… tickling~!” Adam then lunged and started tickling Lute again.

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My apologies if Lucifer seemed random in this fic, but AAHHH!! Lute being ticklish has my heart!!!!

[angelatmidnight1]

Hey! I saw your headcanons for Karlach and I really enjoyed them, and was wondering if you had any lee! headcanons for Gale? Love your stuff!

Thanks! Also, lee!Gale is my favorite ☺ Here are the headcanons.

Lee!Gale Tickle Headcanons

"Am I ticklish? What a curious question. One that I am cautious to answer, depending on your intentions. Are you simply seeking knowledge, or is there a more mischievous motive behind it?”

The short answer is yes. Gale Dekarios is ticklish. But giving concise answers isn’t his style. 

He is ticklish and, as quiet as it’s kept, he enjoys it. Laughter is liberating. And, after his mistakes with Mystra, he is overdue for a good laugh. 

But Gale is still Gale. Gale of Waterdeep. Prodigal wizard. So, he has a reputation to uphold before he openly indulges in playful antics. 

 So long as he doesn’t detect any mischief, he’ll give an honest answer. “First, let me say that I am honored to be the subject of your curiosity. Truly, among all the fascinating individuals in our party, it is flattering that you sought me out for this... inquiry. As for your question—yes, I am quite ticklish. Now, as to where—ah, well, that is a secret I am inclined to keep. After all, even a wizard must retain an air of mystery.”

“There. I hope my answer quenches your curiosity, hm?” Gale believes you trustworthy enough to divulge this secret. He does, however, remind you that he told you this in confidence, and that this knowledge was for your ears only. 

But, either through your lingering curiosity or through an eavesdropping party member, Gale's ticklishness becomes common knowledge for your party. 

Gale giggles, and he giggles a lot. He giggles so much that Karlach likes to call him “Giggles of Waterdeep” whenever she tickles him. It starts off as soft, gruff-ish chuckles before turning into these wild, impish giggles and cackles, with plenty of “teehees” and “hahas”. The harder he laughs, the higher pitched these giggles and cackles become. It’s highly infectious.

Astarion swears he sounds like a squealing gnoll, or a giddy hag. But late at night in camp, when the wizard’s cackling laughter echoes across the fire, Astarion finds himself grinning—though, of course, he’d never admit as much.

Gale’s especially ticklish on his stomach, thighs, and neck. And, he is an easy target to tickle if he’s distracted by a book or a magical tome. He’ll insist on finishing, but he’ll be laughing too hard to actually do it. 

Gale doesn’t really try to stop his ‘ler too much. He may grab their hands or arms, but that’s about it. Part of the reason for that is because the tickling’s far too distracting for him to will his hands into doing something. The other reason is that he likes it. 

Gale talks a lot, and being tickled doesn’t change that. He will finish his thought or make whatever point he was trying to make…it’ll just take him a minute. Or several minutes. Sometimes, his ‘ler starts giggling with him too. 

Speaking of which, tickling him is a great way to humble him a bit, get him to take a break from his studies, or interrupt one of his lectures that could go well on into the night. Astarion, Shadowheart, and Karlach have all poked at his sides or ribs to get him to, as Astarion puts it, “kindly shut up”. 

Gale has had the rare hiccup with his magic that has left him more susceptible to touch, and therefore more sensitive towards tickles. It has only happened once or twice, and thankfully no one was around. Tickling him in that moment would’ve had him in tears laughing. 

As a prime target for tickling from the more mischievous companions in the party, Gale has to be extra vigilant when sitting too close to Karlach at the campfire, or even engaging in a good-natured argument with Shadowheart.

Many companions seem to delight in exploiting his ticklish nature, and Gale has learned—often the hard way—that even the smallest slip in focus can leave him gasping and squirming in laughter.

Gale may squeal out some half-hearted protests, insisting that a wizard of his caliber does not need to be the constant source of entertainment to his trouble making companions. But, it’s all in good fun, and he is sure to get his well-earned revenge with the full might of Weave at his fingertips. 

[insufferabletickling]

I read some fantasies you received and I decided to tell you mine.

My personal tickle hell scenario is being mummified, blindfolded and gagged, with my feet in stocks.

Being tickle tortured in the worst way, for a long long time, in a way I can’t handle for more than a minute, with two brushes and the ler not stopping even if I freak out and panic several times. My worst fear is that this unbearable torture ends just when the ler is satisfied, because he doesn’t care about my wellness

This is a great scenario. I would love to be a ler doing this. Mummification is one of my favourite positions, your feet would feel so exposed when they’re the literally the only part of your body that’s exposed.

I would make sure you’re toe tied and oiled first, a bit roasted with a hairdryer for maximum sensitivity. I wouldn’t even start by tickling you with my fingers I would go straight to the double hairbrushes, after a minute or two of complete silence and stillness so you have no idea when it’s coming, so that the panic you feel when it does begin is extra high.

I would be relentless and make sure you don’t get even a second of release for at least 10 minutes after I start, i’ll hope you start to think that it might never end. I imagine the true panic would start to set in after about a minute of non stop scrubbing, when you try (and fail) every physical and mental effort to minimise your suffering. The acceptance would start maybe around 5 minutes, when the adrenaline wears off your body is exhausted from thrashing hopelessly in your immobilising bondage. Shortly after i’d hope for some tears when the helplessness creeps it’s way in, your whole world is ticklish suffering at this point and you can’t tell how long it’s been or remember what it’s like not to be suffering the bristles of two brushes on the soles of your hyper sensitive feet.

I would continuously be saying things like ‘I know this is torture’ and ‘I’m not stopping’ and ‘I love that you can’t move or stop this’ while giggling so you know that not only am I putting you through this inhumane form of hell, but i’m actually enjoying it.

[chalterdh22]

Day 14: Logan (Wolverine) in Soft - Augtickletober

Lee: Logan/Wolverine

Ler: Peter/Quicksliver

Summary:  Logan is waiting impatiently with Peter, while he buzzes around, driving him crazy.  So, Peter tries to “help” the situation, to drive him more crazy.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing as well.

As Logan was sitting in a recliner, waiting for Xavier to come back with information on their next move, he watched Peter play some video game he had no interest in.  Waiting, or basically patience of any kind wasn’t his strong suit, so he sat there, sipping a beer, and making huffing noises after every few minutes or so.  “What’s with all the noises?”  Peter shot back.

Before Logan could even respond, the boy sped to the kitchen and back to his seat, continuing to play games, now sipping on some soda he grabbed.  “I’m not great at just sitting here, waiting for orders.”  Logan shot back to the boy, who paused his game and turned to him slowly.  This kid, though he loved him, was driving him crazy!  He had severe ADD surely and asked too many questions.

“So, do something then!”  Peter shot back, turning back to his game.  He then slammed his soda, zipped back and forth again with some snacks now.

“Can’t you just sit still for a second?”  Logan said gruffly, now getting even more antsy. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re driving me crazy!”

“Why?”  It was like dealing with a toddler, a big, annoying, fast toddler who could move circles around him before he could even blink.

“Ugh!”  Logan said as he stood up to stretch his arms over his head. 

“Go do some push ups or something.  Wolverine is looking a little soft if you ask me!”

“Nobody asked you, and what the hell do you mean soft?!”  Let’s be real.  He was in prime shape.  But Peter liked to mess with him too.

“Oh, how about here!”  And zoom, flew Peter and Logan felt a small poke on his side, that made him jump back.  “And here.”  Another poke.  “And here…and here…here…..”

“Stop it!  Or I’m going to tear your head off!”

“Sure, you are!  I just got five pokes in a second and you are still standing there covering your, soft spots!”  Peter was mocking him sitting back playing his game, while Logan stood there with his arms around his torso.

And just as Logan was about to get another word in the quick talking monster of a friend zipped right past him, knocking Logan back onto the chair and was circling him at lightening speed getting jabs in every spot he could reach.

Logan was not only out of control angry at this point, but had a stupid smirk on his face, and giggles started to seep through his lips.  “What’s that, are you trying to say something to me?”  He yelled over the sounds that were spewing from his mouth.

“Stoooopppp, you diiiicckkkkk!”  He was swinging with his claws out in the air, swiping at the fast-moving, fast-talking Peter.

Peter kept moving and dodging every swipe while still getting in about 5 pokes every two seconds, now taking down completely the large, older man, who was now sliding down the chair, closer to the floor.  He didn’t stand a chance at Quicksilver’s speed and now focus.  He finally stopped, and stood above Logan, as he was breathing heavily.

“You ok, old man?”  Logan looked up at him, who wasn’t hardly breathing at all.

“Ju-juusst st ttoopp kid.”  He couldn’t even look up at Peter, who was still standing over him with a smirk on his face.

“Ok, only if you admit you are soft!”  He said with an even bigger smile.  He had Logan right where he wanted him.

“Sure kid, I’m soft.  Now leave me alone!”

“Ok!”  And he went right back to playing his game as if nothing happened, as Logan sat up, red faced and finally getting his breath back. 

[luckyyybutnotthatluckyy]

BTS fic pls, i would like switch Tae and Jungkook 🎀.

Thank you! I hope you have a great day!

*Sighs*, well this little Drabble took a little long, well now it’s time to finish my other ones. Hope you enjoy!

Sleepover Gone Wrong

Lee: Taehyung, Jungkook

Ler: Taehyung, Jungkook

Taehyung and Jungkook are having a little sleepover and since their bed is more of a couch, they are sleeping in opposite directions.

“Hyungie, can you move your foot?” the bunny asked, leaning against the wall.

“Nah, you’re a great foot rest, thank you my Kookie!” he exclaims as he yawns and covers himself with a blanket, making Jungkook slightly pout.

Several minutes later…

“*Yawn* Hyung? Are you sleeping?”

“Yes Kook, I am,” he lied sarcastically before chuckling at the cuteness of his maknae.

“You know Hyung, I’ve always wondered why you didn’t move your foot, considering I could just…” Jungkook snickered as he pulled his foot up and his fingers crawled up his sole.

“Yohohou lihihitle! AHAHAAH!” the tiger screamed as more fingers started scribbling across his sole.

“Aww, lookie, lookie my Hyung is so cute!” he exclaimed in a sweet voice, scratching at the base of his Hyung’s toes.

“STAHAHAHAAP TEHEHEEASING MEHEHE! *Snorts*! I’LL MOHOVE I’LL MOHOHOVE!” he cackled, though the tickling stopped soon after and Taehyung caught his breath, “You know my Kookie, I also wondered why you didn’t run.”

“No! Hyungie we can talk about thihihis!” he giggled as the elder pinned him onto the bed and wiggled his fingers on his sides.

“Now suffer!” he exclaimed, inching closer to Jungkook’s neck and blowing a big raspberry.

“PFFFFT— HYUHUHUHUNG!” the boy squealed, “PLEHEHHEHEASE! MEHEHERCY!”

The torturous tickles soon stopped with Taehyung lightly nibbled on the younger’s neck.

“Eeeheh!” he squeaked.

“Good night Kookie!” Tae said as he crawled back to his part of the bed.

“You too Tae!”

[laughing-reindeerjwj]

lee! boxten hc

WHAT??? quiet-... WHAT WHAT?? WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT?? *She turned red as a tomato*

Fine! (By the way, when I write TK headcanons for someone, you can specify who you want to see! "Meaning ler, lee, or both.")

(Also note!:Please name exactly one character! Not several, but one. I won't be able to do several, or I'll only be able to accept one at a time. If you have already requested, you can request another character again in 2-3 days!)

HCS ON..

BOXTEN!

(Notes:In this request I saw that the person wants to see lee!boxten. Well, actually I did what I could<:)

LEE

He is quite a shy guy. So he will be a little twitchy for the first minute.

He's more of a giggler than a laugher. You have no idea what a nice giggle he has.

He rarely, but accurately resists! But more often than not, he prefers to fidget.

He will be greatly weakened if it is an unexpected tickle or if the attack is from behind.

While tickling, he will try to insult you, but he will call you by another name. For example, he wants to call you an indecent word, but because of laughter he says "Watermelon!"

↑•Because of which he begins to giggle louder, and most often laugh.

He has slightly chubby cheeks. But don't think that this is off topic! After all, his cheeks are extremely sensitive.

Yes, the inside of his head-box is also vulnerable to tickling. And I don't know why you need this information.

Using foreign objects is the most dangerous thing for him! Take even a brush and he will FALL INTO THE GROUND

He loves to drum his feet on the floor. So if you hear a phonk, you know it's his feet drumming on the floor.

↑•If he can't grab onto something with his hands, he may drum his hands on the floor, which makes the noise louder.

He will often blush and close his eyes, because he is embarrassed to look at his ler.

No need to tease or shower him with compliments. Teasing is fine, he will become similar to a shade of red. BUT COMPLIMENTS.. Trust me, he will be suffering and feeling awkward in a day.

This time I made one more headcanon, because I am writing about a specific person. (how to be more precise lee.) And also sorry if I misunderstood the request..

*very cutely run away (NAH, STOP-)*

[fandomsnfluff]

mammon & levi tk hcs!!

LOL i actually meant to post this way sooner but my mood has been dropping severely these past couple days and truth be told i'm not back at 100% yet but HERE I FINALLY AM!! i just couldn't help myself from making headcanons about these two, they're probably my favorite brother duo besides the twins 😭

of course, as always, reblogs are appreciated!! c:

( gif source )

i. think it's pretty safe to say we know who's most often the lee and who's most often the ler in this brother relationship LMAO

hint: the lee is levi and the ler is mammon xD

levi is probably mammon's favorite victim. there tends to be SOME kind of roadblock in the way that simultaneously stops mammon from going after one of his other brothers and takes the enjoyment away from tickling them instead. lucifer is...well, he's lucifer, he's terrifying, satan is also quite scary even if you're trying to get him to laugh, the way asmo reacts sometimes rubs mammon the wrong way, beel is way too easily distracted, and tickling belphie in his sleep usually doesn't work very well.

so that just leaves levi. but in all honesty, mammon isn't too mad about it. he finds his brother's reactions extremely humorous and absolutely adorable.

however, since levi tends to fight back both physically and with insults if not tired out enough, mammon decided that whenever he tickles levi, he has no choice but to completely pin his brother down and tickle him until he's crying and breathless and completely weakened. levi takes 5000 damage every time.

in general, though, it's not too difficult to get a rise out of levi at all. he's just so helplessly ticklish that he can't help but just lie there, shrieking with laughter and far too weak to fight back! and the fact that for some reason he's hypersensitive to mammon's touch doesn't help him in the slightest!

mammon merely wiggling his fingers at levi is enough to get him to react; he'll squirm and start giggling before mammon is remotely close enough to strike. mammon will hover over a sensitive spot, twirling his hands around and ever so gently wiggling his fingers against the air over a tickle zone to make his brother contort his body around and squeal and kick out in an attempt to get away! basic moral of the story is that ghost tickles are TORTURE to levi and they instantaneously make him go into panic mode.

it's also especially bad with mammon because he is THE TEASING KING. like seriously whenever he tickles some (especially levi) he alwAYS HAS TO GET VERBAL ABOUT IT. AND HE'LL DO IT WHILE HE'S TICKLING HIM LITERALLY TO DEATH, SPEAKING AS IF HE'S HAVING A CASUAL CONVERSATION WHILE HIS BROTHER HOWLS WITH LAUGHTER. SAVE HIM PLEASE.

"damn, you're still this sensitive, huh?" he teases as he kneads levi's sides, the otaku breathless with howling laughter as he attempts to curl in on himself.

"ooh, i know your feetsies are ticklish too!" he'll say in a goofy tone as he skitters his fingers along the undersides of levi's feet, making him cackle and kick out.

"oh, it'd be such a shame if i got you ... HERE!" he crows as he hovers over levi's stomach before squeezing against his pudge without warning, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"what about under the arms? oh yeah, he loves under the arms!" he'll chuckle as he digs into levi's pits, his laughter going silent as he rolls around helplessly on the ground.

so yeah, moral of the story, lots of teasing and lots of baby talk. and, as we see here, it works WONDERS on levi.

most of the time and after a lot of teasing, mammon will double over in his own laughter though, mainly because he'll end up hitting a bad spot and causing levi to give that hilariously adorable shrieking cackle.

mammon will utilize his secret weapon of verbal teasing as he rapid-fire tickles levi all over. he'll start by getting his sides, then switch to his stomach, then his underarms, then his neck, and even his inner thighs and parts of his knees! within a minute he'll complete the cycle and start all over again! he'll be rambling off like a boss giving instructions to new hires and other employees while his brother is busy screaming with laughter and attempting to weakly squirm away. it's just too damn funny.

levi also has some pudge around his abdomen, and mammon likes to teasingly squeeze it just to make him squeal with laughter. his baby bro makes the cutest giggles when his pudge is targeted!! so of course these miniature attacks tend to turn into large-scale ones where mammon gets at every weak point on his body!

honestly any time mammon finds himself hanging out with levi he has to tickle him in some way. teasing pokes to the sides while he's in the middle of a video game on a portable console? sneaky drags of the fingernails up the sides of his neck while he's watching a scary movie? random tickle attacks when they find themselves in a massive cuddle pile after an exhausting day? mammon is ready to give his brother tickles all day, every day. levi is not safe.

tickling levi until he cries kind of becomes a weekly occurrence in the house of lamentation. seriously levi screams so loud that it can be heard at every corner of the house. it might make asmo mess up a fingernail, cause lucifer to drop his pen on the ground, hell it might even wake belphie up on a good day.

WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE MERCILESS TICKLES FOR ANY LONGER THAN A MINUTE WILL CAUSE LEVI TO SHRIEK LUCIFER'S NAME FOR HELP. IT WAS SOMETHING HE DID WHEN THEY WERE KIDS WHEN MAMMON WOULD JUST NOT STOP TICKLE-TORTURING HIM. LIKE I SAID BEFORE: PLEASE SAVE HIM.

mammon usually has to tickle levi when he's sitting up in his chair playing a video game, but every so often he'll threaten to get him before sneaking up on him which turns into this massive game of chase. and rip levi because mammon is canonically the fastest demon brother & apparently levi is not the fastest runner and is very out of shape so mammon will have his brother completely pinned in no time before merciless tickles are given to him all over.

levi is usually already laughing from the anticipation of getting tickles, but as soon as mammon gets him, he just. he just screams and gives the hell up. that's it. he'll probably lose his voice within a minute from how intense it is.

thankfully mammon only made levi laugh so hard he peed himself ONCE. JUST ONCE IN THEIR MULTI-THOUSAND YEARS OF LIVING. and as expected it was when they were basically kids and levi already kind had to go to the bathroom, and...yeah, you can probably work out the rest of the details yourself LMAO

but, despite mammon's multiple victories and levi's shyness preventing him from getting revenge just as easily...there have been times when the younger has gotten back at mammon! of course, levi's face is usually the complexion of a tomato when he even tries, but getting to hear his brother's laughter is enough of a reward for him. he KNOWS mammon can dish it out all he wants but can't take it for shit.

90% of the time levi won't seek revenge though, partly because he knows he'll get destroyed tenfold in return and partly because he's too shy to even try

he tends to take part when lucifer is tying up mammon as a punishment and "requests help" from his brothers, when it means just tickling mammon. because he didn't get his older brother in this position himself, he's much less awkward and in fact is more than happy to join the eldest in his sadistic quest.

there was also a point in time where levi had to wake up mammon very quickly, and the only way he could think of to do that was by rapidly tickling against the bottoms of his feet while yelling, "WAKE UP!" of course, poor mammon woke with a start, no idea what the hell was going on and quite a bit grumpy for a while after having been disturbed from his sleep with something like TICKLES, no less.

so yeah. basically, moral of the story is that these two are dorks and i love them and their tickle shenanigans give me a lot of happiness and joy. ruthless, teasy tickle monster mammon to adorable, blushy lee levi is fucking canon. i'm calling it now & there's nothing u can do about it >0>

[writingfics-passingtime]

Road Rage

~3800 words of ler!Loki and ler!Thor tickle fluff

I wanted to write something a bit more lighthearted, and @just-another-blog-of-fluff ’s recent fic A Man of His Word made me crave some more Thor and Loki team-ups.

Perhaps @atlas-of-the-universe ’s next fic will also help alleviate some of this craving? 😉

CW: None. Completely SFW.

THUD.

“That was definitely a rabbit.”

“You think she's gonna swerve and kill us all for a rabbit?”

”She swerved for a pothole a mile back, she’ll swerve for a rabbit.”

“You really believe this thing hitting a tree can kill a god, I mean-“

”Can you all PLEASE STOP?!” You yelled from the drivers’ seat, attempting to quiet a carful of unnecessarily strong men who’d been getting on your last nerve for the last hour.

”You seem tense, can I drive?” Steve leaned forwards from his seat squished in the middle of the back seat. Squished between Thor and Loki, that is. It probably would have been a nice gesture for you to take that seat considering you'd fit into it much better that Steve, but it had been a long day. You were already on edge, frustrated from the mission, and you weren't in a giving mood.

“We take turns,” you explained in a tense but measure voice, even though he already knew. “Your turn is next, then it’s Bucky’s, then it’s mine, then you again-“

”Hold on, hold on,” Thor interrupted in his deep rumbling voice. “Why do I not get a turn?”

You shot him a sarcastic look in the rearview mirror. “We'll add you to the rotation after you complete driver's ed.”

“I can pilot a spacecraft quite well,” Thor countered, then turned to mutter at the window. “And I’ve never hit a rabbit.”

“Oh. My…“ You seethed as your knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. “Hey,” you said calmly to everyone but Bucky - because the metal-armed man had been blissfully silent. “Let’s play the quiet game. My money’s on Bucky, AKA: the least annoying one of the carload.”

“Including you?” Bucky quipped. Traitor.

You grunted, “I take it back.” Then, you had a question for him. “Is this our fuel point?”

He shook his head and punched at the GPS. "Another twenty two miles."

You didn't realise twenty two miles could be so far.

You were sure, you were positive, that they were trying to bug you. The number of times Loki “accidentally” kicked your seat, or Thor commented on your driving vs his piloting, or Steve laughed at his jokes, or Bucky giving you side-eye whenever your knuckles gripped the wheel tighter. You could hardly wait to jump out of the car and remove the fuel canister from the lockbox, filling the jeep’s tank with every last drop.

However, when you opened the driver’s side door you saw Steve sitting in the seat.

“The hell?” You crossed your arms defiantly. He shrugged and grabbed the inside door handle.

“Engine went off. It’s a new ride, and my turn to drive.”

”STE-“

But he closed the door before you could protest. You stood there for a second, fuming, unspeakably frustrated there was a no-fly zone, so you wouldn’t be detected, keeping Thor and Loki firmly on the ground. You pulled open the door behind Steve’s and motioned for Loki to move over.

He raised an eyebrow at you and stepped out of the car, motioning for you to get inside, making it clear he would not be taking the middle seat. After a hard glare, you conceded that it was only fair for the smallest person to take that seat. So you climbed inside and buckled your seatbelt, settling in for the rest of the journey wedged between two large demigods.

After several more minutes, you found that Thor and Loki were slowly encroaching on your pace. Not in just an innocent way, based on the amused looks they were shooting each other. You grumbled and shoved Thor's knee with your own. He was trying to be a pain now, it was undeniable.

"I'm already in the smallest seat. You mind not manspreading into me?"

"Calm down, Agent," Loki snipped, but further antagonised you by knocking your knee with his as well.

"Is Loki really the voice of reason back there?" Steve raised an eyebrow at you from the drivers seat.

Loki then gently nudged you with his arm, but in a way that prompted you to look up at him. He raised his eyebrows a little, letting them furrow, asking you, wordlessly, if something was the matter.

"I'm overtired," you huffed. "And in desperate need of some personal space."

"We'll be back in twenty," Bucky said from the passengers seat. That made you groan, which made everyone groan, except for Thor. Thor chuckled, then knocked his knee against yours again.

"Brother," Loki looked over your head at Thor. "Does this not remind you of that time we visited Midgard around the turn of their 18th century?"

Thor gave Loki a curious look, then nodded hesitantly. "What, how we used to steal and race carriages?"

"Mmm, yes, but also those longer journeys."

"Those were awful," Thor scoffed, then nudged you a little. "You should be happy you can control the temperature of air in your vehicles now."

"Is this supposed to make me feel better?" You laughed humourlessly, sitting back and crossing your arms over your chest.

Loki chuckled, then looked at Thor again. "Reminds you a bit of Sif, does she not?"

Thor grinned. "There is the tenacity."

"Sif hated those carriage rides too," Loki looked down to you, but you kept your eyes trained on the road ahead and ignored him, seriously not in the mood to be cheered up by stories of mischief. Loki's eyes snapped up to meet the older Asgardian's. He narrowed them ever so slightly, mischief gleaming as he tilted his head ever so slightly towards your fuming form.

Thor finally caught on when he looked at Loki, copying his younger brother's sly grin. "That she did..." Thor agreed slowly, then also looked down to you. "Sif often got stuck between us."

"Send my condolences," you muttered. Bucky scoffed from the front, shaking his head and looking out the window for any potential threats.

Resting your head back against the seat and closing your eyes, trying to ignore the bumpiness of the road and how much you desperately wanted a hot shower. When Loki’s knee hit your again, you shoved back hard, still with your eyes closed and muttered some kind of insult under your breath.

"Sergeant, Captain," Loki called to the front-seaters. "Would you like us to deal with this grizzly little problem?"

You opened your eyes and scowled, but your heart pounded a little. Did they have one of those Asgardian muzzles? They wouldn't dare... You looked at Loki, who was waiting for an answer. Then you looked at Thor, who was looking at Loki. …Maybe they would dare.

Bucky turned and looked at Loki skeptically, then looked at Thor and saw something in his face that made him shrug and agree. "Be my guest."

"Excellent," Loki sighed, then turned to direct his next words to Steve. "Captain, keep a grip on that wheel. I’m terribly sorry for the noise."

Before you could think to imagine what they were going to do, the brothers shot their hands out and each latched onto a leg, squeezing harshly and wildly. You let out a loud surprised scream that caused Steve to flinch but not swerve, and immediately fell into frantic laughter.

"WA-W-WAHAIT!" You pushed at their hands to no avail, kicking your feet against the seats in front of them and throwing your back against the seat as twenty fingers mercilessly squeezed at the horribly sensitive muscle above your knees. "NO!" You squeaked as Thor picked up his pace. Loki, noticing, couldn't let Thor do a better job than him, so he also picked up his pace.

"That's a much better sound," Steve taunted, stealing a glance at your laughter-stained features through the rear-view.

"STOHOP!" You squeaked and they relented, looking at you and then each other.

"Get her hands," Thor nodded.

You gasped. "NO!"

"You get her hands," Loki scoffed. "I'm better at this."

"My hands are bigger," Thor argued.

"I'm the God of Mischief and this is mischief."

Using their bickering as a chance to map an escape route, you planned to quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and fling yourself over the seat into the trunk. Yeah, that should work, it-

"AHH!" You squeaked again when Loki squeezed at your knee with one hand and your hip with another. You pushed at his hands and Loki gave Thor a sarcastic look, like just hold her hands already. You kept pushing at Loki's fingers, giggling desperately before protesting loudly at Thor's grab for your wrists. "N-n-n-no, NO! THOR!" You grunted and struggled as Thor caught one of your wrists in each hand. He pulled them towards his side of the car, forcing you to bend awkwardly sideways and a little forwards.

“Are you less grizzly now, little one?” Thor teased down as he held steadfast to the wrists you were attempting to twist from his grasp.

You squealed and kicked your leg out against Steve’s seat when Loki found a particularly ticklish pressure point next to your hip. You cackled and shook your head in vain as he exploited it to his heart's delight. When he reached his hand around and searched for the same spot on the other side you thought you might scream again.

"Remove her armour," Thor suggested. Loki paused his torture to reach down to undo the velcro from your bulletproof vest.

"NO!"

"No."

That second no came from Steve. Thank the gods for the Star Spangled Man. "We're still in active combat until we arrive back to base," Steve said firmly. "Her vest stays on."

"Ohthankgoodness," you breathed out a sigh of relief. Loki smirked and re-stuck the patch he'd already removed.

"No matter," he winked at you. "Another time."

You growled at him and tugged on your wrists in Thor's hold, prompting him to assess the situation.

"Guhuys," you whined. "I'm sorry. I'll stop complaining, just dohon't tickle me."

”Aw,“ Thor fake pouted before a grin pulled at one side of his mouth. “But you’re finally laughing. This must be getting you into a better mood.” Thor moved both of your wrists to one of his hands before sticking his wiggling fingers under one of your arms.

"NooOHO THOR!" You squeaked and immediately started squirming and emitting high-pitched giggles. "B-Bucky, HEHELP!" You whimpered, then jolted again when Loki's fingers started kneading at the spot on your side where your vest began. "BUCKY!" You thrashed as both brothers picked up their pace, chuckling down at your helpless writhing form partially draped over Thor's lap. "BUCKYHY!" You screamed once more.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he deadpanned from the passenger seat. "I thought we were playing the quiet game."

"SCREHEW YOUHOU!" You growled, giggles now becoming laughter.

"Still so volatile," Loki teased, then looked up at his smirking brother. "Brother, perhaps we're not trying hard enough to cheer up our grouchy little agent."

"Perhaps not, Loki."

Thor took both of your wrists again in his hands and used them to twist your fighting body to be facing more upwards. At the same time, Loki gripped your hips, digging his thumbs in once to see you jolt, grappling with your struggling and the seatbelt to twist you in your seat. You kicked your legs at him but he pulled his own to his chest before swooping them down to trap yours underneath. As hard as you fought, you were now on your back with your feet trapped between Loki's shins and underside of the seat, arms pulled above where your head and shoulders rest on Thor's lap.

"Guhuys," you whimpered, now a little nervous. "Please, d-don't," you pleaded, letting your bottom lip tremble ever so slightly.

"How much further, Sergeant?" Loki smirked, looking at your fear with his hands still on your hips.

"Fifteen minutes," Bucky replied. Damn him, you could hear the amusement in his voice.

Loki leered down with a devilish grin. "Let's see if we can cheer you up before then, hmm? If not, we may need to take this vest off the second we pull in."

"N-no!" You pulled on your arms. Fifteen minutes? There's no way... No. Steve and Bucky wouldn't let that happen. "No. You can't," you grimaced as Loki's fingers rested on the couple inches of fabric between your pants and your vest.

Loki's smirk became a grin, dripping with triumph. "Who's going to stop us?"

Damn him, he was right; Steve and Bucky certainly wouldn’t stop this. Not only because you’d been a grouchy pain, but also because they were probably relieved the brothers were getting along, working as a team, even if it was for nefarious purposes.

His fingers ghosted over your shirt around the soft skin on your lower belly and it tickled so bad. You tried to keep it in, screwing your face up and closing your eyes as you pressed your head harder into Thor's leg. He added only the slightest bit more pressure, but increased his speed. Once he finally got a squeak from your lips, he settled his speedy fingers at the patches of skin just above your hips. You spluttered and then loud desperate giggles broke through.

"Hmm, most effective," Thor commented, moving both your wrists to one hand as before. Your eyes shot open to silently plead with him, but his fingers were already down the inside of the armhole on one side of your vest, poking at any ribs he could reach.

"OHOMYG-" You shook violently once before the soft sensation from Loki's fingers brought giggles from your lips once more. He hadn't moved his damn hands and it was driving you mad.

"Well that wasn't from me," Loki scoffed and finally retracted his hands, watching as Thor pressed into that same rib again. You jolted again and shrieked a small laugh, twisting violently away from the touch. Thor and Loki both laughed and then looked at each other.

"Perhaps it's best to wait," Thor suggested. "It seems our feisty little friend's most sensitive areas are concealed."

"Perhaps..." Loki pondered, then nodded. "Very well, once we're back."

"W-what?" You lifted your head as Loki moved his shins to release yours. Thor let your wrists go and you immediately sat up, head whipping back and forth as you twisted to sit straight in your seat, still waiting for the other shoe to drop and for them to continue. "You're kidding..."

"No, we'll wait," Thor looked down to you with a smile. A smile too mischievous for who was supposed to be the hero brother. You looked to Loki, who had his eyes trained ahead and a smarmy wide smile on his lips.

"No!" You said indignantly. "Just get it over with!" You shoved at both their legs, now wishing you hadn't internally complained about fifteen minutes when you'd be protected by your vest the whole time. You also wished you hadn't complained at all out loud once on this journey.

They simply both laughed, a little snarky, and Thor patted your leg condescendingly. You winced and put your head in your hands to stop them all from seeing how flustered you were, and how hot it was making your face. Leaning forwards to rest your elbows on your knees, you sat like that for a good long while. Almost long enough to make Thor reconsider, almost long enough to make Loki burst into laughter.

"This gate here."

Bucky's direction to Steve to turn into the long driveway made your heart race. You suppressed a squeak and the urge to look up, not wanting to see how far you were from your doom.

Even though your fingers covered your closed eyes, it was noticeable when the car entered the large garage. The car stopped and everyone unbuckled their seatbelts, so you finally removed your hands and did the same, not once daring to look up at anyone. A few chuckles from the front seat told you you'd not be receiving any help from the super soldiers you'd growled at. They made a few taunting comments about how quiet the rest of the car ride had been.

They exited the car, and you prepared to do the same and maybe have a brief chance at running before you got pinned to the floor and tickled to death. But Thor and Loki didn't open their doors. They simply looked straight ahead as Steve and Bucky picked up their bags, then shut the front doors after themselves.

You sat in silence between the Asgardians for several long seconds, wondering if it was better to try and escape forwards or backwards. Some part of you knew the second you flinched that they'd be on you, which is probably why you stayed still for so long.

Nearing ten seconds of tense silence, Loki finally turned and ripped a velcro tab open on your vest.

You bit your tongue but didn't react.

Thor follow suit.

You, still, didn't react, rooted to your spot trying to frantically come up with a plan.

Maybe a swift fist to the nether-regions would buy you enough time. For what, though? To rile them up even further?

You swallowed hard and grimaced as Loki slowly, agonisingly, tauntingly ripped another tab open. There were only three on each side, then one on each shoulder. After Thor followed suit, preferring to rip them open quickly, you were halfway to your demise.

"Not fighting back?" Loki chuckled deviously. "Wise."

You didn't react one bit, just too resigned from knowing how deathly ticklish your ribs were. You couldn’t recall a time you’d been tickled for more than a couple of seconds, maybe ten at most? The mere idea of being trapped by two impossible-to-escape demigods with alien strength was very flustering to say the least.

The shoulder tabs being ripped off either side brought you out from your thoughts and right back into the present where the brothers were removing your bulletproof vest and throwing the pieces to the ground.

You three sat again in silence for a few seconds. The second Thor closed his grip around one of your wrists, you started to fight. Hard. Bending your knees and pressing your feet into the edge of the seat, you flung yourself forward and twisted your arm to break free of his grasp, trying to catapult yourself between the two front seats. You did actually manage to break free, but Loki had leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist before you could make a true break for it.

"There she is," he growled a laugh at seeing his fiery teammate return. He pulled you back onto his lap and brought his hands higher to rest on your ribs as you tried to pry them off.

"No fair," Thor fake pouted. "You get all the fun?"

"Perhaps I’ll give you a turn, brother," Loki chuckled right next to your ear. You scowled and kicked at Thor as hard as you could, knowing he could take it, but trying to communicate that you weren't going down without a fight.

He grabbed your ankles and raised an eyebrow at you. "Making suggestions, little one?" Thor's laughter boomed as he lifted the leg furthest from you and trapped your ankles between his thighs. Your eyes widened and you struggled a little harder when you felt his fingers tap on the bottom of your boot, declaring his intent to attack.

"Any last words, darling?" Loki's whisper made you shiver, but you wouldn't dignify them with a response. Hell no, they wouldn't get the privilege of hearing you beg one more time. So instead of answering, you pushed at his hands once more. He scoffed, "Alright," then lightly scratched all ten fingers at the sides and front of your lower ribs.

"PPFFTMMM!" You gave a squealing whine as you tried to keep your mouth shut, eyes shutting as your back arched against Loki's touch.

"Oho, I'm barely touching you," Loki leered down, but you couldn't see him with your head resting on his chest just below his shoulder. "Is it really that bad, or are you being a bit dramatic, dear?"

A suddenly single dig with all ten fingers pulled a small scream from your lips. Your whole body flinched hard as the men laughed at you. You pulled at your ankles as you felt Thor working your boots off, then started giggling frantically as Loki added a bit more pressure to his touch. Your hands pushed at his to no avail as he moved his fingers higher, unfazed by your writhing in his arms. Thor got one boot off and tested the waters by dusting his fingers against the sole of your foot. A small squeak came out, and your laughter got a bit louder as Loki added even more pressure. The tug on your leg told them that your noise wasn't just because of Loki.

Loki paused as Thor continued, and your laughter became breathy giggles. The sensation on your foot wasn't yet too bad.

"Brother, I won't know if I've found that wretched spot if I can't tell what's making her squirm," Loki sighed. Thor gave him a look and held his hands up in surrender. You breathed in relief. Short-lived relief when Loki's fingers dug in harder than before in search of the spot from earlier.

His fingers vibrated harshly against your ribcage, sending you into loud squealing laughter and a violent search for freedom. Then, suddenly, unfortunately, his mirror-imaged fingers found that particular spot high up your ribs. It was just below your armpit, but deceptively far back.

Your eyes shot open and you screeched when Loki's fingers dug in, your back arched against him and you twisted as hard as you could, beating your fists down onto his sides beneath you as screaming laughter erupted in the wake of your screech.

Both of their jaws went slack at your reaction, taken aback at how sensitive a mere few seconds of harsh poking could be. Loki had paused his movement, but your struggles told them it was bad enough to have residual impacts.

Loki looked at Thor and muttered, "I almost feel bad, brother..."

You breathed heavily and collapsed limply into Loki, closing your eyes once again before struggling against his hold. You, still, refused to speak.

"No matter," Loki piped up again, his moment of guilt completely gone. "You may continue, now that I’ve found it." His fingers sprang into action digging into that wretched spot, pinching and prodding deep into the back of the rib as you thrashed in his hold and laughed louder than you could ever remember laughing in your life. You tried in vain to wriggle away as he picked up his pace, chuckling amusedly in your ear as your laughter turned to desperate squeals.

Thor’s fingers lightly scratched at your soles as Loki continued digging in harshly and the combination of the touches drove you absolute hysterics; there was too much to focus on and no way to think about blocking any of it out.

Soon your squeals turned silent too as tears of mirth spilled down your cheeks and you lost all the strength to really fight back, weakly batting at Loki’s arms.

“M-mersss-mercy,” you gasped out, coughing as more silent squeals tried to make themselves known. Thor relented with a boisterous laugh at your reactions, pulling your ankles from his hold and letting them fall to the car floor. Loki also stopped, but didn’t let you go. You gasped for air, residual giggles bubbling from your lips as you half-heartedly tried to escape him. Thor grinned and leaned forward, pinching your rosy cheeks.

“There’s that smile,“ he winked. Loki tilted his head to see it and then released his arms from around you. You took in more air, but didn’t make a move to move yourself from him. You were thoroughly exhausted. Thor laughed again and looked at his younger brother, “Perhaps a bit much for a mortal, Loki.”

“I’m f-fine,” you whispered, still trying to fully fill your lungs. “Tohotally good,” you hiccoughed, giving a weak thumbs up. No way in hell would you utter one more complaint.

Loki squeezed your shoulders affectionately and you all exited the car. When your feet touched down you stumbled a bit, knees still weak from the attack, your faltering stance sending you barrelling into Loki. He made a noise of surprise and managed to stabilise you so you wouldn’t fall, then looked over at Thor as you blushed and stood to your feet. They both laughed heartily, which made you smile and roll your eyes.

It was nice to see them getting along, even it if was at your expense.

[fluffallamaful]

Nobody realized just how much of a pushover Dream had been early-SMP until Foolish took over.

Dream had basically two rules: no griefing and no stealing. (Characters canonically don’t know about the end, so we’re ignoring that one.) And he barely enforced either of them. Foolish, on the other hand, has a list of rules and very strict punishments for each one. And now everyone gets to confront just how lax the previous “tyrant” had been with them a la Foolish being an ABSOLUTE MONSTER.

- Quackity steals Bad’s stuff for fun, just like he normally does. Dream maybe used to try and talk it out, before he was…uh. Anyway, Foolish shows up and picks the duck hybrid up by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to give everything back to an irate Bad before sitting down and doling out a good thirty minutes of tickles. Quackity begs for mercy at several points, but the rules and their consequences were all marked down fair and square. (Bad is watching with a satisfied grin on his face from nearby. Bout time the man got what he deserved.) (Foolish offers to let Bad, as the wronged party, join in. He steps back and even uses his godly magic to hold him down effortlessly, as if with invisible cuffs. Quackity gets his first real taste of just how torturous demonic claws can be.) (His sides, the soles of his feet, and the backs of his knees are all terrible, but it’s his wings that end up being the worst. So of course it’s where Bad sticks around.)

- Sapnap attempts to burn down Ponk’s lemon tree again. He barely even gets started before Foolish shows up behind him, puts out the fire effortlessly and then pins him to the ground. (For such a fiery, competitive little shit, it turns out Sapnap can’t stand having his tummy tickled. Foolish coos about it being a very cute death spot.) (Foolish nibbles into his ribs for a few minutes. Sapnap is full on sobbing by the end of it.)

- Dream gets stalked a bit for the first few weeks by hunting parties. Then Foolish finds out just as they’re about to catch him. The perpetrators are given the wrecking of their lives.

- Misbehavior is still rampant, even if things are slowly getting better. Foolish starts getting creative.

SOUPIE POOPIE!!!! 😭 tue return of the brotherly foolish au :D

yes it’s not really talked about enough how lenient dream was with his rules when it came down to it. it took quite a fair bit of prodding for him to snap, and it was even after he had explained himself several times

so indeed how incredibly confusing for some of our arrogant little smol bean characters to have someone actually go forth with their ruling

(more belwo)

🦙🦙🦙…

i still constantly think about how you had quackity try to remain defiant against foolish. like purposely breaking the rules just to prove himself, and trying his hardest not to break or give in. and AH bbh as a ler is soooo much fun coz you can imagine how teasy he’d beeeee. and also how he’d be trying to make quackity say things that pressed foolish’s buttons further. like it’s an extra layer of concentration required for quackity to not fall for bbh’s tricks (also my god the nails on the soles 😵‍💫😵‍💫 weeeeeeeee)

and SAPPY!!!! i feel sappy would do the same thing right? like he’d try and defy foolish and hold back his defeat? but then i hardcore hc that with sap he’s just so quick to break and go squeaky with tummy tickles 🥺 it’s such a cute spot for cooing as well. like sap just gets absolutely tormented and he can’t do anything to stop it coz those were simply foolishs rules.

i have the image in my head of sap whimpering out little giggled pleads and foolish doing his “oh reaaally?! that’s crazy. too bad you broke the rules then huh!” also the rib nibbblesssss 😖 or ribbles as i liek to call them :D i also hc sap to have super tickly ribs 😍 just any spot that makes him curl is the one i hc him to have lmao. armadillo boy. pangola.

“creative” you say 👀 where’s you mind going here soupie 👀 how intriguingggggggfggg

🦙🦙🦙…

[gaby-wolf]

7 minutes in hell

ship : jake x devon 

lee!jake ler!devon 

Words : 620

Univers : chucky serie

!WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS FIC ,IS A PART THAT HAPPENS IN THE SERIES APART FROM THE TICKLE MOMENT !

summary : when jake and devon are locked in oliver’s closet, devon tries to defend the atmosphere 

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Jake had just arrived at Oliver's looking for Lexy. Asking several people where she was, the curly was more stressed than usual. But that brought little to the people at the party, because for them these reactions were totally normal in their eyes. Only Devon had noticed that his friend was more than usual, seeing the curly man running from left to right looking for the Blondinette. When the young Evans approached Jake, this one felt a nervous stress, butterflies in the stomach, small rednesses which appeared on his cheeks with a light smile niet.

They had a short conversation, two or three sentences from each. This was short, right after Jake walked over to Oliver asking him the question he had asked some people at the start of the evening.The blond leading him in error to another room, without lexy, pushing the curled inside accompanied by Devon locking them both.

-7 MINUTES IN HELL

Cried Oliver turning back to the others raising his glass in the air.No matter how hard Jake tried to knock on the door, all the two heard was the music playing. Devon tried to calm the curly man down patting him gently on his shoulder, This one jumping up to turn back to the smaller one letting out a sigh of relief seeing that it was just his friend. Devon asked him if there was something bothering him, the curly man couldn't come up with a bogus excuse to reassure his friend. He had to pull out the first thing that popped out of his head

- "No, no everything is fine! I swear to you

Devon didn't really believe that lie, no one would have believed it.anyway. 

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Said Devon Patting Jake's shoulder again, stroking his back reassuringly. Hoping to relax the curly but this

it buckled, but what he got instead was a slight squeal. The young detective was worried at first asking Jake what was wrong 

- "D-didn't I hurt you?

- "Nah, don't worry. You just accidentally touched a sensitive part"

- "Sensitive as sensitive to tickles?"

Jake felt his cheeks heat up, luckily with the darkness there was Devon didn't get the truth from that, it was from the curly stutter trying to find excuses

Before Jake uttered a full sentence Devon had time to attack his sides, letting out a high pitched scream from Jake followed by laughter that tried not to come out. Devon moved his hands to jake's stomach, continuing to wiggle his fingers, Devon said nothing leaving jake laughing uncontrollably trying to get Devon's hands off his stomach, but as soon as jake managed to get his friend's hands off. This one was attacking another place, he went through his belly, his sides and his armpits for several seconds. With always the same reactions, jake even collapsed on the ground by force, Devon therefore decided to direct his hands towards the curly man's neck.

Which brought out adorable squeaks from Jake's mouth, accompanied by some equally adorable laughs. Devon's heart melted seeing him laugh like that continuing the little tickles in Jake's neck.A few more tickles later, he stopped to let Jake breathe. With tears in his eyes his hands around his stomach from laughing too much, opening his eyes the leaders away to Devon watching him with a big smile.  

-"You are well now ?

- "Y-yes.."

Said jake coming out of his fit of laughing Devon got up, to help his friend reveal himself.

Jake wiped his eyes as the door swung open. Seeing Oliver and others cheering, believing Jake and Devon had kissed

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In truth, this is my first tickling fanfic, but I'm a little proud of it, well, slightly disgusted with the number of words, but it's a start for everything

[burningablaze]

Kirishima and Bakugou x Reader - Ticklish Little Brat

Summary: You thought that bugging Bakugou and Kirishima would cure your boredom but those two can turn things around really quick

Lers: Kirishima and Bakugou

Lee: Reader

Words: 820

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You felt so bored while watching a movie with Bakugou and Kirishima. The two of them squished you in between them, and the film got too dull to watch. So to entertain yourself, you decided to bug Bakugou and Kirishima.

First, you poked very lightly on the back of Bakugou’s neck and quickly put your hand back to your side before he could realize. “Do that again and see what happens,” Bakugou said sternly, but you held a blanket to your face and smirked underneath.

Then your eyes slowly turn to the side to look at Kirishima. “Boop.” You said after poking Kirishima on his arm. He smiled. “Whatcha doing?” He asked. You shrug your shoulders. Kirishima shook his head and reverted his eyes to the T.V. screen. You smiled slyly and poked his arm again. “Boop,” “Boop,” Kirishima said as he gently pried the tip of your nose with his finger.

Not even five minutes had gone by, and you still felt bored. You poked Bakugou’s hand several times. Bakugou moved his hand away and placed it on his opposite side. Then you poked his thigh. “You better knock it off, you little shit,” Bakugou said sharply.

You snaked your arm slowly lock on to Kirishima’s arm, but he gently moved his arm away from you. You tried to do it again. “Y/N, stop, okay?” Kirishima said softly.

Bakugou snatched the remote from the coffee table and paused the movie. “What is your problem?” He asked. You groaned and leaned your head against the backside of the couch. “I’m just bored!” You whined.

“But we’re watching a movie,” Kirishima said. “I don’t wanna watch the movie anymore!” “What the hell do you want us to do?!” Bakugou said, annoyed. “I don’t know; I mean, I would be tickled pink if we just, I don’t know, mess around!”

“Say that again,” Kirishima said with a soft grin. “I said I would be tickled pink if we can goof around.”

A smirk slowly crept on Bakugou’s lips. “I never heard you say tickled pink before.” He leaned to your side a tad. “I say it sometimes, but this time, it just came out.” “Oh?” Kirishima followed Bakugou’s movements. “Why are you guys being creepy?” You asked.

You didn’t get the hint about what you said. Suddenly Bakugou and Kirishima grabbed your wrists and forced your arms to spread out to the side. “Wait, guys! What’re you doing?!” You struggled to get your arms out from their strong hold. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe do this to your side,” Kirishima said teasingly as he squeezed your side a few times.

“Wahahahait dohohohon’t!” You giggled and squirmed away from Kirishima’s hand. “And something like this over here,” Bakugou poked your belly multiple times. “Ehehehehehehehehe!”

“If you wanted to get tickled so bad, then you should’ve asked instead of being a little brat!” Bakugou shoved his hand underneath your arm and dug his fingers in your underarm.

You jumped and tried to tug your arm back to protect your underarm from Bakugou. “Ahahahahahahahahahaha nohohohohohoho!”

Kirishima wiggles his fingers in your sides. “Ehehehe nohohohoho plehehehehease!” “I agree with Bakugou, Y/N. Now we know when to tickle you if you wanna act like this.” Kirishima said, now tickling your tummy.

“Plehehehease I’m sohohohorryehehehehe! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” “Oh, are you?” Bakugou began squeezing your thigh. “Hehehehehehehehe!” “I don’t hear a yes little shit!”

“Bakugou, your not nice! Well, unlike Bakugou, I love to tease you and tickle tickle tickle you here and there!” Kirishima wiggled his fingers into your other underarm, your ribs, then back to your belly.

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha plehehehehease stahahahahap!” You pleaded through your laughter. Bakugou and Kirishima slowed down; then, the explosive boy nudged his elbow against the redhead’s arm and wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“Pfff! What the heck, Bakugou! What was that? Hahahahahaha!” “You idiot! I’m showing you a hint!” “What kihihihind of hihihihint is that!” “Oh, for the love of - You and I blow a raspberry on their belly!”

You widened your eyes and squirmed to try to get away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Bakugou lifted your shirt, and he and Kirishima smushed their faces in your belly and blew big raspberries at the same time. The only thing you could do is silent laugh your way through this. After that, you sucked in a breath and forced a laugh out.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY, PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou and Kirishima finally let go of your wrists and stopped their tickle torture, leaving you breathing heavily. “I will… never bug you guys… ever… again.” You said between breaths.

Kirishima softly smiled, then pulled you close to his chest. “It wasn’t about that, but you were just being a goofball as usual.” “So your not mad?” “Who said we’re mad? Sure we got annoyed a little, but we’re not mad, dork.” Bakugou poked your side. “Hehehehe!” “See?” Kirishima grinned and squeezed you a little tight.