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had a major burnout, but i'm back!! honkai: star rail tk fics r on the way :)

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took a break bc i had no motivation to write, but with honkai star rail out.. i have lots of ideas 🪶

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Helloo!! Would you mind writing lee reader, with lers zhongli & childe hehe! Probably the reader is having sleepover with two of his companion (zhongli & childe), but the reader refuses to wake up in the morning, so both of them decided to tickle him hehe P.S. if you don't do lee reader, just change it to lee itto (but I still prefer reader hehe), & if please no foot/palm tickles. Thank you in advance!!

Wake Up, or Else...

Pairing: Lee!reader, Ler!childe, Ler!zhongli

Summary: (in the ask above ^^)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: i hope this is close to what you were asking for! ty for requesting :]

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Zhongli sighed. It had been... how long again? Since the last attempt to wake you from your obviously deep slumber. You had marks on your face from how you were laying down, and one of your legs held Childe's thigh in an uncomfortable position. He stayed as still as he could to not wake you, but after half an hour it gets pretty tiring...

"How are we going to handle this?" Zhongli muttered, propping himself up to get a clear view of you. As much as he hated how stubborn you were about waking up in the morning, he couldn't lie. You had the cutest face when you slept. He admired you for a few moments before snapping out of it. He placed a hand on your back, gently rubbing and massaging your shoulder blades and arch. He was still in a small state of admiration...

"Mmh..." You mumbled, still half-asleep. You were inching to the brink of slumber, and if anyone was to rub your back for a second more, you'd be sound asleep.

"Zhongli, am I gonna get any help here? I'm like a fish on a hook." Your thigh had crossed with the ginger's leg in the middle of the night somehow. Childe was eager to get out of bed and out of sleepover mode but didn't have an easy time trying to wake you. Alongside Zhongli, he'd also tried the soft rubbing and massaging attempts. This only helped you say goodbye to your awake self.

"Go away..." You yawned, stuffing your face back into your pillow. You held it tightly, laying on your stomach. You could feel Childe moving around subtly and wanted to tell him to go back to sleep, Zhongli too. You didn't even know what time it was...

The geo archon decided that he'd have to take a different approach to wake you up. Childe, too. The two men put their brains together and came up with an easy and guaranteeable way of waking you up, that was enjoyable too.

"We're going to tickle him?" Zhongli tapped his finger against your head of hair as a last attempt. "So be it. We tried to wake him up the easy way, didn't we?"

"Huh..?" You lazily raised your head before plummeting back down into your fluffy pillow.

Childe smirked. He knew how ticklish you were, every single spot. He knew where to poke you to make you squeal, he knew where to lightly glide his fingers to make you hold your breath, and he knew where to dig to wreck you. Zhongli did too, after a flustering conversation the two had about how ticklish you were, right in front of you.

The redhead pulled the blanket that covered everyone down to your thighs, which you noticed. A light breeze came from the fan that circled the room and flew around your bare legs. He then whispered something in your ear, which you didn't hear because of how sleepy you were. However, you managed to feel his fingers snake up your shirt and wiggle into your sides and ribs.

"Wuah...- Gyaha- Heh, what thehe heckuhu?!" You giggled, squirming around. You tried to clamp your arms down to cover your sides, but Zhongli decided to contribute to your ticklish demise. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a big hug, placing you in his lap. Childe crawled between both you and Zhongli's legs and snuck his fingers back onto your ribs.

Zhongli took your hands in his and held them around his neck, giving Childe more access to your upper body. He would save that for later though. He kept wiggling his fingers into your ribs, making you squeak and giggle, before digging into your hips. You laid your head back, almost hitting Zhongli's, and howled with laughter.

"Nahah- WAHAH!- IHIM AHAwahAHAKE!" You yelled, regretting not waking up when they asked you to. Childe dipped his thumbs into your waistline, driving you nuts.

"Are you going to wake up when we tell you to next time?" He asked, slithering a hand into your shirt and clawing at your stomach. You couldn't gather enough breath to respond, so he took it as a 'no' and added another hand to the tickling of your stomach.

Zhongli pitied you. Although he was ticklish to an extent, he never would dream of laughing this hard over a few fingers crawling around on his belly. "I'd like to try and make him laugh, Childe." He spoke, out of the blue. Childe replied, "Have at him!"

So, he had at you. He held your wrists with one hand and dragged his fingers up and down your ribs in a clawing motion, slowly, then rapidly, slowly, then rapidly. "FUHUHUCK!- ZHO-ZHOHohahehOHONGLI, puhuhuah!-"

"This is just adorable, right?" Childe teased. Zhongli agreed, nodding his head. "Precious. You're too ticklish for your own good, you know that?" Zhongli remarked.

You blushed, still wiggling around trying to escape. Childe devilishly slid his hands beneath your shirt and traveled to your armpits, diving into the ticklish hollows. His fingers skittered and poked, sending a wave of laughter up your throat. You pulled your arms down, trapping his pesky fingers inside your underarms. This wasn't good... He was still tickling the shit out of them.

Zhongli had mercy and stopped his tickling. He held your head in his arms and whispered: "Next time, what are you going to do?" You pulled as many words from your head as you could, but didn't have the breath to produce them. You tried your hardest though, replying with, "EHEAHAhoho! I wihihill wahahake-AHEHE upuhuh!"

It seemed that that was enough for Childe to remove his hands from your shirt. "I'm glad you've come to your senses," Zhongli said. He let go of you, and Childe plopped himself beside Zhongli. There was a spot in between the two, where you were guided.

"Y'know, that was your fault. We didn't wanna have to do that..!" Childe chuckled. Yes, they did want to do that. You grinned and sighed, tired. The one thing you were just tickled to death for being. But, out of pure pity, the two men beside you allowed you to snuggle back into your blanket and rest for a while longer. Who knows, maybe they did that so they'd have an excuse to tickle you again...

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April Fools

Pairing: Lee!deku, Ler!kirishima

Summary: It's April Fool's Day, and Kirishima decides to play a small prank on Deku. The 'small' trick, just so happens to result in big laughs.

Word Count: 1.4k

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April 1st. Also known as April Fool's Day. The dorm was full of pranksters, fooling anyone in sight, with the exception of Bakugo. Nobody had dared to even try to fool him yet... So, you would think that he would be who Kirishima was preparing to fool. But no, the redhead had his eyes on a less dangerous target—one who he hadn't had the chance to fool today. Deku. His freckled face was just too precious not to prank, Kirishima thought, alongside a train of other thoughts. 'How will I prank him?', for starters.

Kirishima stepped out of his room and tip-toed toward the living room, where he heard Deku's distinct voice speaking to someone else. The tip-toeing was unnecessary, but it enhanced the sneakiness of this prank. What even was the prank? He hadn't a clue for now. He'd figure it out once he sees Deku, which was right now. The boy was spread out on the couch, watching television, unsuspecting of any pranks for the moment.

"Deku! There you are..." Kirishima offered the smaller boy a warm smile, and in return received an even warmer grin. "Kirishima? Did you need me for something?" Deku spoke, sitting up straight. That's when Kirishima had an amazing idea. The boy remembered a situation that he and Deku were in a few days ago—Deku had splinters in his feet from these pesky sticker burrs that were growing in the dorm's yard. Kirishima, the nice guy he is, offered to help him pluck them out of his soles. Let's just say, Deku had a pair of rather... ticklish feet.

The redhead took a seat beside Deku, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I heard from... er- Kaminari! That there's something on the bottom of your feet..." His tone lowered as he spoke. Deku raised a brow, pulling a foot up onto his knee, and checking the sole. "Ahh, I don't see anything, Kirishima. How would Kaminari even know what's on my feet?"

Kirishima thought for a moment, then asked Deku to put his feet in his lap. Deku was hesitant to speak. "What? Well-well why?" He scratched his head, ruffling around his green hair. Kirishima pulled his arm from Deku's shoulder and scooted to the far side of the couch. He patted his lap, not explaining anything further. It was a motion for the boy to give Kirishima his feet. 'What is going on?' Deku thought.

A moment of awkward silence passed before Deku complied. He slowly raised an ankle and placed it on Kirishima's thigh. He did the same for the other ankle even slower. Kirishima smirked as if he saw what he'd been expecting on Deku's soles.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but you have some writing on your feet. What the hell does this say..." Kirishima leaned his head down to get a closer look at his soles before continuing. "Hm? Tickle my feet -From Izuku Midoriya?" The freckled boy stammered. "Wh-what?" That was all he could say.

Deku was beyond confused... His feet surely didn't say, 'Tickle me', right? And was he the one who wrote it? Kirishima did say that '-From Deku' was there also. The puzzled boy suddenly put the pieces together. This has to be a prank!

"Ha-ha, funny! Kaminari must have fooled you into fooling me... What a prankster." He had a sarcastic tone. He hadn't quite put the pieces together, actually... Hopefully, it'd become more clear with time.

Kirishima shook his head, disagreeing. "No, no, your feet do say 'Tickle me'... And it seems you wrote it yourself? You don't have to be shy! Here, I'll help ya out." He wrapped an arm around Deku's two ankles, turning his back to the greenette. Deku was in shock but was quickly pulled from it when he felt some fingers lightly scratch up and down the arch of his left foot.

"GAH!- Wohohoah, Kahahirishima!" Deku reached over to try and grab Kirishima but was quickly put back in his place by a rough clawing motion, covering the area of both his soles. "GYAH!- AHAha, fuhuhuck, oho myhaha gohosh!" He'd never been tickled like this before by Kirishima. By the rest of the dorm, of course! But for some reason, the boy who was now wrecking Deku's soles was growing more and more needy for that cute laughter he produced—since he'd never had it before.

"Am I doing it right? Hm?" Kirishima hummed, looking back at the mess named Deku. He was flailing all about, already starting to turn red in the face. Kirishima slowed his hands down, trying to keep the boy in a comfy state. He wanted Deku to enjoy what he'd asked for... even though he may have not asked for it at all.

Deku sighed, relieved that the tickling had come to an end. He finally knew what Kirishima was up to and was ready to have a chuckle about it. But Kirishima had other plans... Now that Deku seemed to be fine, he would continue to push him to that ticklish breaking point, not going over, but sure as hell getting close. He gently dug his fingers underneath the boy's toes, causing him to wiggle them around. He began to squeal and shout and beg for help. "Puhulease! I dihidnt ahask for this-uhaha!"

"Yeah, ya did! It's fine, Deku. You don't have to be embarrassed~..." Kirishima became rougher with the wiggling of his fingers, which made Deku squeal even louder. He laughed and laughed, then laughed some more. Kirishima, proud of himself for fooling Deku, decided to let this prank last a little longer... He skittered his fingers down to the ball of Deku's foot, then rapidly dashed across his arch, and up to his toes. He went up and down, quicker and quicker, until the boy behind him was thrashing around on the couch. Deku had managed to throw a few pillows off the couch and even alert some of his dormmates.

Bakugo poked his head into the living room, his ears smoking like a fire. "Keep it down!" He shouted, glaring at Deku. He hadn't acknowledged Kirishima, who was causing all of this. Did he really expect Deku to just be quiet while having his feet crazily tickled?

"Kahachahan! Plehease, hehohelp!" Deku cried out, writhing around on the couch. He needed someone to help him fight off Kirishima. His weak attempts at pulling his feet back weren't enough, obviously.

Kacchan cackled and returned to his room. Deku was almost offended before realizing that it was Bakugo he'd asked for help. He'd have a better chance at asking a shark not to eat him. Or even asking Kirishima to stop tickling him. If he could have clearly spoken, asking for him to stop the tickling, he probably would have considered it. But, Deku's words were entangled with giggles and shrieks, making his words incomprehensible to the human ear.

Kirishima pulled back Deku's toes and scribbled against the ticklish skin, unprepared for the scream that Deku was about to unleash. It was more of a giggle-infused shriek, but nonetheless, it startled Kirishima. He continued to wiggle his fingers underneath his friend's toes, watching as he pleaded for help.

"Kihi-HEHAHEHIHI!- KIHIHIrishihima, puhulease, I cahant!-" Deku was a mess... His face was red, his feet were tingly, and his hair was all messed up. All of that shaking around had made his head look like a bird's nest. Kirishima didn't care about how much of a mess he was, though. However, he did care about exploring Deku's ticklishness even further. He snaked a hand up Deku's leg and onto his inner thigh, lightly clawing at the pale skin.

Deku went berserk. This wasn't a surprise to Kirishima, he knew that the boy was ticklish nearly everywhere. He still held Deku's ankles in an armlock, rapidly prodding the insides of his thighs. The boy was out of breath and couldn't even form incoherent words. Everything was laughter!

"Had enough?" Kirishima teased, digging a few fingers into the pit of Deku's knee. His reply was laughter. Loud, yet cute laughter. He took that as a yes and let his friend's feet go, getting accidentally kicked when he pulled them into his lap as fast as he could. Deku held them in his lap, still giggling from the tingly feelings underneath his toes. Nobody was touching his feet, but even the thought of being tickled made him laugh.

Deku glared at Kirishima, who was grinning from ear to ear. He looked down at the soles of his feet again, even though he knew they were blank. There was no 'Tickle me' on them. "April Fools..!" Kirishima exclaimed, a little worried. The look on Deku's face was suggesting that revenge was soon to come... Maybe next April Fools Day, though.

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Welcome!! I just read your fic and it is so GOOD SDKSNDDJSJSJSB I LITERALLY TREMBLED AT SOME PARTS

Just here to give a gentle reminder to put your age in your bio! Some people might block if they don't see an age and I don't want that to happen to you💖

hihi, and ty!

also, thank you for reminding me!! it's in my bio now ^^

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Hey👋🏽, I loved your fic and can’t wait to read more of your stories. Welcome to Tumblr’s tickle community. I hope we can be friends

hi! tyty, and i'd be more than glad to be your friend :]

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Night Tickling

Pairing: Lee!scara , Ler!aether

Summary: Scara agrees to become Aether's tickle subject for the night. But, he doesn't realize how ticklish he is, and how good Aether is at making him laugh...

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Aether?"

Scaramouche's breaths were shallow. Every second that went by was a second that could be used to wreck him, he thought. Why the hell did he agree to this?

"Scara?" Aether replied, seemingly mocking the trembling boy. He held the boy's waist with his hands, his slender fingers wrapped perfectly around his body. His thumbs were planted right beside Scara's belly button, with his other eight fingers carefully placed on his spine. The blond had to fight the urge to just destroy Scara right then and there. He knew that even just a small squeeze of his hand - and the boy would be begging for mercy... It was pitiful, really.

But, he didn't. He wanted to tease Scara into a fit of giggles, he wanted to see his face turn red while his fingers created a type of sound you'd only hear once in a blue moon - laughter!

Scara had squeezed his eyes shut long before Aether had sensually grasped his waist, but he opened one eye with caution so that he could see how Aether would react when he asked, "Can you move somewhere else?"

Can you move somewhere else? Oh, he'd fucked up. The Traveler was in a sadistic mood tonight. And since he had Scara restrained—which was all Scara's idea—he certainly wasn't going to let the other think that he could just ask and expect for Aether to comply. "You want me to move somewhere else, Scaramouche?"

Scara shut his opened eye and flinched, feeling Aether's thumb caress the soft skin beside his navel. That damned thumb rubbed all the right places, sliding up and down, just like a windshield wiper. After Aether saw that he'd flinched, he slid the other thumb up and down, slowly, yet horribly deep. The two fingers had sunken down into the belly of Scara, who was biting his lip. Aether's fingernails assisted the ticklish sensation that sparked like wildfire.

"Fuck-" Scara mumbled under his breath. Not a second afterward, Aether inched his left thumb closer to his belly button, letting the fingers that sat on his spine gently slither around the width of his waistline. Scara laid his head back and clenched his hands into fists, impatiently awaiting his fate. He wouldn't have to wait much longer, though.

Aether suddenly jammed his thumb into Scara's navel, wiggling it around inside the ticklish hole. Scara's mouth opened and a blood-curling yelp came out, followed by a series of laughs, which sounded like howling. He shook his hips, which were being held down underneath Aether's body weight. Aether's bottom was sat on Scara's thighs, leaving most of his upper body immobile. The (comfortable) cuffs around his wrists had taken care of his hands and arms, but his head could still shake and twist around as much as it wanted.

"Oh shihit!- Aether, naha, quit ihit! Fuhuck!-" Scara fought his laughter as hard as he could, but in the end, Aether's thumb was the victor. It made Scara kick his feet, which didn't go very far because of the (comfortable) cuffs that also surrounded his ankles. He just had to lie there and receive all of the ticklish feelings that Aether was prepared to inflict upon him.

"Belly button, check. I didn't know that such a small spot could be so sensitive.~" Aether slid his thumb out of the other boy's navel. He gently pulled Scara's body upward, while moving his head to meet it. He placed his lips right beneath the ticklish sweet spot and blew. He blew as hard as he could, while still giving Scara a feeling of delicate ticklishness. He nearly screamed when Aether did this. It felt like he was being tickled everywhere on his body for some reason, or maybe it was just how ticklish his navel was that made him feel this way. After all, Aether still had his hands wrapped around his waist, but he wasn't doing anything especially tickly.

When the blond released his body of the ticklish feeling, Scara was practically gasping for air. His breaths grew deeper, but just went shallower just like before, every time Aether tricked him. By 'tricked him', I mean every time he pressed a singular finger from the row of fingers on his spine. He played Scara like a piano, pressing down an individual finger every time he heard him make a noise. His back was pretty ticklish, but not ticklish enough. Aether craved more laughter.

"You'd better be glad I'm so nice, Scara.~ I'll let you decide where I travel next." Aether stared into Scaramouche's eyes with an evil glimmer in his own. Scara could tell that this predicament he found himself in had only just begun. He took a deep inhale, then exhaled audibly. "Do I have to choose? Is there any way we could stop this here? Aether, please..."

"Pfft!- You're adorable. You know you love this, sweetheart." Aether leaned in closer to Scara's face, feeling his heavy breathing full-on. He returned the favor, breathing heavily into Scara's face. "Quit it!" Scara exclaimed, dodging the hot breath. "And don't call me that. I'm not your sweetheart."

Aether snapped back, "Then what are you? My ticklish sweetheart?" He watched as Scara squirmed. He enjoyed watching him wriggle around like a worm, his face growing redder and redder by the second. "I'll make you a deal. Okay?" Aether had decided to have mercy - that is if Scara accepted his offer.

"What's the deal?" Scara snarkily replied. This almost made Aether want to call it off, but he didn't. Mostly because he knew that Scara would accept the deal and lose. He'd rather let Scara be tickled to his breaking point on his own loss, not by Aether's pettiness. "If you can withstand one full minute of tickling, I'll let you go."

"I think you forget that I can escape whenever I please. I'm doing this to make you happy, Aether. Don't forget that." Scara growled. He knew this remark would have consequences, but didn't care at the moment. If he was being honest with himself, this tickling and teasing weren't all that bad... He actually may have been slightly enjoying it.

Aether was taken aback. His position of 'dominance', if you will, was completely stolen. How would he get it back? He'd get it back by watching Scara beg for mercy. "You'll regret that." He muttered. And then, he dragged his fingertips up Scara's ribcage, inching closer and closer to his exposed armpits. Scaramouche shivered, becoming more and more worried by Aether's skilled fingers.

"Aether! What aha-about me choosing where you tickle?" He was really hoping that Aether would let him choose, even after his smart-ass comments. Aether smirked and replied, "You think you deserve that choice? Because I don't think you do."

"Yaha!- Yes, I do!" Scara whined. It was pathetic, Aether thought. He let out a slight chuckle at the sight of Scara in such a submissive position. It was quite unusual... But, he enjoyed it nonetheless. He examined every expression the boy made as his fingers slowly dragged upward, bumping over each individual rib, saying hello and goodbye to his nipples, and eventually reaching that special spot beneath his arms. Ten fingers were sat politely underneath his arms and with no warning, attacked. Aether's fingers scribbled and squiggled like a child with crayons, tickling every centimeter of Scara's armpits. The boy's brain became mush and he had no time to bite his tongue or do anything to make the tickling less effective. He just had to take it—those speedy fingers wiggling everywhere they could, pausing every few seconds then continuing, just to remind Scara that Aether could tickle him whenever he pleased.

"Gosh, who knew that you could be so ticklish?!~" Aether cooed, quickening the pace of his fingers. While Scara was about to reply with a handful of chortles and a loud 'Fuck you', Aether had removed his fingers from his armpits. It was only a second of relief from Scara. Because now, Aether had planted two thumbs into both of the pit's hollows, circularly massaging the sensitive skin. It was a change in pace but somehow was even worse than the ten fingers fiddling around all over. "You wanna laugh, don't you? Go ahead, Scara."

Scaramouche wasn't obeying Aether. If he had the power to hold back the laughter he was now about to release, he would. But, he didn't. So here he was, giving Aether all the satisfaction in the world knowing that Scara had done what he'd said... There was nothing in the world that was worse than that, he thought.

"Aeheh-Aether puhuhulease, stop!" Scara could barely form full words, let alone full sentences. It sounded like he was being tickled to hell and back. The tickle monster that lived in hell wasn't there today, though. He was sitting on Scara's waist and whispering 'Citchie citchie coo~' right into his ear!

Aether wasn't taking any suggestions about when he should quit tickling Scara. He could sit there until morning, teasing and tickling him all over. But, he was getting quite tired... Both of them were, actually. Aether pulled his thumbs out of Scara's armpits and uncuffed his wrists and ankles. The now unrestrained boy laid there for a moment, catching his breath.

Aether crawled back onto his waist, making Scara gasp. Was he going to go for a round two? He closed his eyes, then felt two hands gently hold his neck, and shortly afterward two lips softly melted into his own. He opened his eyes to see Aether, cute as can be, and returned the kiss with a bit more passion.

The night ended with Aether and Scara cuddling, Scara sneakily poking the blond boy's sides every so often for revenge. Aether would have pinned him right back down and forced him into a ball of giggles, but he had mercy and endured it. After all, it was worth it to see Scara fall asleep in his arms. He rubbed his head and fell asleep, glad that such a cute boy was in his life.