#Ler!Bow

[bubblyyeety]

This was fun to do

silly tickle doodle page WAHOOO pls interact with me i need more osc moots

Got the motivation to draw with my drawing tablet for once grr

alotta these are inspired either from fanfics, others art etc.

hope u guys like the art💔💔

[fbpsdumbtklblog]

:0 May I request lee!Suitcase from Inanimate Insanity??

smol fella <3

[luminescentturtle]

drew matty again recently… might post it might not idk i’ve been in somewhat of an artistic slump recently

[sweetblue-0k]

O que fazer nos horários de refeição:

1. Definir horários

Justamente o que está escrito. Ex: 6h café da manhã. 12h almoço. Por aí vai

2. Definir tempo de comer

Ex: almoçar essa quantidade x em 20 min. Me ajuda a comer mais devagar

3. Líquido (0kcal) antes de comer

Beber água, refri, chá, café (TUDO ZERO) antes de comer me deixa mais saciada.

4. Fazer alguma atividade depois

Não necessariamente atividade física, assistir algo, ler, estudar, resolver problema, vai tirar o foco da comida, direciona melhor a ansiedade

5. Gatilhos

Ver gatilhos e inspirações antes de comer

6. Pequeno

Comer em prato, cumbuca, bow, pote pequeno (caso de marmita). Lugar pequeno menos comida!

7. Quente

Deixa a comida muito quente e apimentada ao ponto de conseguir comer (ou não conseguir depende de fatores) mais de vagar. Ajuda. Quanto menos comida mais quente e apimentada ela fica.

☕️

Atualizo se lembrar de mais

[thatoneticklewriter]

Smile for me

(Ler!Gaming/Lee!Kinich)

Summary: Gaming tags along with Aether on his trip back to Natlan to meet one of his newest friends, Kinich. Though Gaming thinks the raven despises him and asks Aether advice on how to make him smile.

Gaming hums behind Aether and Paimon as they stroll around the grassy terrain of Natlan. Aether was visiting a friend of his and happened to run into Gaming who had nothing better to do but tag along.

“Tell me about your new friend, Aether!” The brunette exclaims.

“He’s scary.” Paimon answers and Aether laughs shaking his head.

“He’s not scary, Paimon.” The blonde shrugs off the girl. “He’s just quiet.”

“That’s okay. Chongyun and Xiao are pretty quiet too, if he’s like them I can handle it.” Gaming says thinking of his friends back in Liyue.

“And he has that awful disease of a companion with him too!” Paimon frowns. “What’s his name? Axel or something?”

“His name is Ajaw.” Aether corrects. “He may be a pain but he’s a part of Kinich so we gotta be nice to him too.”

“He better not cause any problems.” Paimon huffed.

“Wow this new friend sounds like fun! I can’t wait to meet him.” Gaming’s eyes lit up at the thought of meeting someone new.

The bi color haired boy is known for his extroverted tendencies befriending anyone he crosses paths with.

“There he is!” Aether spots Kinich standing near his tribe camp.

Ajaw is flying next to the raven scolding him about something.

Gaming is star struck by the raven’s emerald lizard like eyes and tan skin that glistens in the sunlight. He had to be his friend!

“Hey Kinich! I hope it’s okay that we brought a friend along with us.” Aether bows his head to the raven.

“It’s fine.” Is all Kinich says giving Gaming a look before turning his attention back to the fire.

“My name is Gaming and I’m from Liyue. It’s so nice to meet you!” Gaming holds out his hand towards the raven who just looks at it.

“Yeah nice to meet you.” The raven doesn’t return the handshake continuing to roast the fish over the fire.

“Remember I don’t like mine too crispy!” Ajaw orders to the raven.

“You will get yours how I cook it.” Kinich shoos him away.

“Whats that thing? He’s kinda cute.” Gaming widens his eyes at Ajaw.

“My nightmare, my headaches and my back pain.” Kinich answers glaring at the pixel creature.

“Hey! I’m not cute! Get that through your thick skull!” Ajaw snaps at the bi color haired boy.

“But you’re so small.” Gaming continues to tease the creature.

Aether and Paimon get started on the picnic laying out the quilt along as passing around plates and utensils.

During dinner Gaming tries to make conversation with Kinich but the raven would only give him one word answers. Though whenever Aether would tell a story at the picnic, he had Kinich’s undivided attention. Did the raven not like him somehow? It couldn’t be! Gaming was the most likable person on this earth. From what he recalled, he’s never had any enemies.

Gaming also decides to compliment the raven’s looks such as his headband and his boots. The raven only says a brief thanks not even bothering to look him in the face. Hmm, he’s never had anyone treat him like this before.

“Hey, does your friend not like me?” Gaming couldn’t help but ask Aether on their way back to their hotel room after parting ways with Kinich and Ajaw.

“What do you mean?” Aether raises an eyebrow tilting his head to the side.

“Well, he barely talked to me as if I didn’t exist plus he never makes eye contact with me. Did I do something wrong?” A pout forms on Gaming’s face.

A laugh escapes from Aether’s lips. “Kinich is just very introverted, don’t take it personally. If you think he has a problem with you, you can talk to him in the morning before we leave.”

“Oh I see.” Gaming hums tapping his chin. “I just never seen him smile so I don’t know if he’s happy most of the time.”

“He definitely smiles. It may not be big but it’s there.” Aether remarked. “If you want to see him smile, he’s quite ticklish.”

“Really?” A smug smile forms on Gaming’s face.

“Yep! Aether pinned him down one time in a tickle fight, it was fun to watch!” Paimon expresses.

“Oh shoot!” Gaming checks his pockets realizing he left his watch at Kinich’s camp. “I think I left my watch. I’ll have to go back and get it.”

“Do you want us to accompany you?” Aether questions and Gaming shakes his head.

“I remember where the camp is! Plus I’ll take your advice on making Kinich smile.” Gaming sends him a wave before storming out of the hotel room.

Gaming spots the familiar camp with Kinich’s tribe members a few feet away. The bi color haired boy asks the members if they seen a particular wrist watch and they shake their heads.

“What’re you doing back here?” He hears Kinich’s voice behind him and Gaming literally jumps three feet in the air.

“Oh uh I lost my watch and I was asking around if anyone’s seen it.” He anxiously rubs the back of his neck.

“You left it in the picnic basket.” Kinich hands the bi color haired boy’s watch which is unusually warm.

“Thanks so much!”

“Yeah, you should leave now.” Kinich gestures towards the pathway leading to the city.

“Is there a problem between us?” Gaming blurts out.

“Excuse me?” Kinich raises an eyebrow.

“Well you’re always so short with me as if you don’t want to be friends. Do you hate me or something?”

The raven pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t hate you. I barely even know you. So for you to make assumptions like that is unfair, don’t you think?”

“Hmm you’re right. You’re just so quiet around me but with Aether you talk to him a lot.”

“Because I know him.” Kinich states.

“And you never smile either.” Gaming squints his eyes at him.

“Sometimes there’s no need to smile.” The Raven nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders.

“ Aether told me something interesting about you. I hope it’s okay that I try it out to make sure he wasn’t lying.” Without another word, Gaming tackles Kinich to the ground catching the raven off guard.

“Hey! What’re you doing?” Kinich raises his voice at the bi color haired boy who has the raven’s arms pinned above his head.

“Making you smile.” Gaming smirks digging his fingers into the other’s armpits.

A soft chuckle is heard from the raven who bites his lips. Jackpot.

“So you are indeed ticklish.” The bi color haired boy ponders poking and prodding at the raven’s upper ribs.

“You proved your point, can you stop now?” Kinich tries to push him away with a tiny smile on his face.

“Get his sides.” Ajaw whispers into Gaming’s ears.

Kinich almost gasps at the betrayal and Gaming is on top of the raven straddling him as he squeezes at his sides.

The raven bursts out into bubbly laughter attempting to push Gaming’s hands away. The bi color haired boy’s heart stirs a beat getting a good look at Kinich’s smile. The smile could literally kill someone by how wholesome and sweet it is.

“What about here?” Gaming teases the other slightly lifting up his shirt to scratch at his tummy.

“Hah, no.” A small squeak erupts from the raven as he flinches from the other’s touch.

“Sounds pretty ticklish to me.” The bi color haired boy snickers continuing to assault his abdomen even wiggling a finger inside his navel earning a squeal from the raven.

Kinich is writhing underneath Gaming, his hair splayed out in all directions, and his eyes closed shut. This is getting dangerous.

Gaming also playfully experiments with the other’s hips as he squeezes the fleshy skin. Kinich literally spasms trying to curl himself into a ball. When that didn’t work, Kinich attempts to tickle Gaming himself poking at his sides.

Though the bi color haired boy’s will to make him smile was stronger as he blows a raspberry against his side. Kinich cutely giggles and squirms at the sensation clutching his abdomen.

“Wow you really can smile.” Gaming decides that the raven has had enough releasing him from his grasp.

“You say that as if I’m not a human.” The raven frowns at the other who puts his hands up in surrender.

“Never said you weren’t. Though you should smile more often, it looks good on you.” Gaming winks an eye at the raven.

“I’ll think about it.” A red hue forms on Kinich’s cheeks.

“See you tomorrow!” Gaming cheerfully waves at the raven before jogging towards the city.

Okay next step. Ask Kinich out on a date.

[gaybananabread]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Perfection is Relative ˖ ݁݁ 𖥔.

~Soooo I’m in my rewatch-comfort-shows era, and Helluva Boss is next. I can’t wait for the newest episode, so I’m trying to get the insanity out with this. For anyone who happens to read this, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Moxxie

Ler: Millie

Summary: Moxxie is second-guessing himself and stressing out about his appearance. Millie notices and decides to lovingly remind her husband what the word “perfect” truly means in this life.

Warnings: spoilers for Helluva Boss and fluffy couple romance (few kisses)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Moxxie had always had confidence issues. Be it moral dilemmas, other’s perceptions or just general life itself, he would second-guess himself and shy away. However, there was one thing he could always trust himself to nail: his presentations.

Whenever Blitz had a performance-based job, Moxxie put his best hoof forward and found a rare spark of assurance and self-confidence. His outfits were on point, any makeup was flawless, and he got into the metaphorical zone. Nobody could ruin that for him, or so he thought.

At the summer camp, Moxxie had spent a good few hours designing his persona and the look of it. He was actually pretty proud of it. That was, until those teenage girls and everyone else at the camp insulted his appearance and disregarded his existence.

Millie and him had already discussed how it made him feel, and while he was incredibly happy for and proud of his wife, he couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head. It bled into his everyday planning, making him critique every little detail about himself. Like that morning, where he’d spent half an hour adjusting his bowtie position.

“Maybe a bit lower to point the focus…” Moxxie mumbled to himself, loosening his bowtie once again. He’d left the bedroom door open, too focused on the mirror to notice. He didn’t even notice as his wife peeked in, nor he did he catch her small, knowing sigh.

“Honey…what’re you doing?” Millie came up behind him, resting her hands on his waist. She’d noticed his extra self-consciousness lately, but she hoped it was something he’d work out. It was apparently deeper than that, though, so she was at the ready with support and a - hopefully - helpful conversation.

“Adjusting my bow. It’s not really symmetrical, and I want it to send a certain message about me.” His words were a bit rushed, giving his wife a peek into the swirling storm of his mind. She wasn’t happy with what she saw.

“You really don’t need to worry, Mox. You look amazin’ already.” Millie gently grabbed his chin, turned him and kissed him. He sighed at the affection, pulling away after a second. Moxxie felt bad about kissing her; he wasn’t good enough yet. Millie deserved the world, and he couldn’t help but feel inadequate.

“If you say so, Mills. Just let me fix up a few more things.” Moxxie tugged at his collar, adjusting the bow and tugging his hair into place.

Now, Millie could’ve just left her husband to finish getting ready. However, doing so would’ve meant letting him think he needed any of the extra glitz and ritz he was putting forth. He was handsome and wonderful enough as-is; she was determined to get that through to him.

With a suppressed smirk, the female imp grabbed his chin once again, her tail snaking around his waist. Moxxie was oblivious to her true plot, just suspecting she wanted attention. “Millie, just gimme one seco- EEP!”

He cut himself off with a squeak as Millie’s claws skittered across his neck. Down below, the pointy tip of her tail was dragging along his side. The smirk was no longer suppressed, her adorable tooth gap showing in the playful grin.

“Mihihillie! Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!” Moxxie squirmed and wriggled, trying to slip away from his wife. Millie wrapped her free arm around his waist, securing him while adding more wiggling fingers to his stomach.

“Gettin’ you outta your head, Mox. You got too much judgmental crud about yourself up there.” Millie placed a fluttery kiss behind his ear, making him squeak once again. Her fingers were still going at it, dragging the pointed claws along his belly and neck while her tail teased his side.

Moxxie instinctively folded like a lawn chair, his giggles squeaky and scratchy. His wife’s arm was the only thing keeping him from dropping to the floor.

“Mihihills! I cahahan’t- KYAAhahaha!” The sharpshooter kicked his hooves, each impact making a small clack against their wooden floor. Millie couldn’t help but coo at this.

“Aww, there we go, sugar~” She purred, chuckling against the warm skin of his neck. His careful bowtie placement was all messy now, skewed and crooked from Millie’s evil affection. She was hoping to get him all nice and messy before she stopped. He needed to see how amazing he was at his least dolled-up.

While his giggles were certainly music to her ears, she was looking for something with a bit more gusto. Millie wanted to really make him laugh.

Quickly spinning her husband around, she pushed him down onto their bed and grabbed his thighs. Moxxie’s eyes went as wide as saucers, but before he could say a word, her claws were wiggling into his sensitive skin.

“NAHAHAHO! MIHIHILIHIE PLEHEHEASE!” Moxxie’s precious giggles quickly rocketed up to loud, screeching cackles as Millie targeted his worst spot. He thrashed on the bed, ruining his hair and untucking his shirt in the process. She was quick to take advantage of that, slipping her tail underneath the fabric to tease his stomach once again.

“O-OHOHO MY SAHAHATAN!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks stained a deeper, purple-ish red. The blush was adorable to Millie, though his tears showed she had gone far enough. She stilled her fingers, kissing his smiling lips.

“Ihihihi… oho cruhuhums…” Moxxie took a few deep, giggly breaths as he tried to regain his composure. That attack had come out of nowhere, but he didn’t exactly hate it. “Whahat was thahat for?”

“I already told ya, hon. You’re bein’ too hard on yourself.” Millie rolled off him, lying down beside her husband. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I juhust…I dunno, Millie. It’s just not enough. I need to be perfect.” She brushed a bit of his unruly hair back in place, humming. “I think you look pretty damn perfect right now, Mox. You’re only perfect when you’re you.”

Moxxie felt himself tear up at that. Millie was just…so herself. He thought she was perfect, so…maybe she was right. Leaning forward, he kissed her lovingly, his tail wrapping around hers.

Millie smiled into the soft embrace, cupping his face with one hand as the other held him close. He was so adorable just then: rosy cheeks, loving eyes, messy hair and love-drunk eyes. She could gaze at him for eternity and never tire of his most natural beauty.

“Uhum…what were we getting ready for again?” Moxxie asked as he pulled away, finally remembering that they had planned on going somewhere. It did kind of spoil the moment, but he genuinely couldn't remember.

“Well, I think…Blitz called us in? Somethin’ about a pop-up client.” Millie sighed, knowing that their boss was probably ready to kill them for not being there yet. She didn't regret a damn thing, of course; Moxxie was more important than work.

“Shit…you wanna get ready together?” Moxxie shrugged, offering the small moment. Millie looked him over one last time, taking in her perfectly amazing mess of a husband before nodding.

“Sounds good, Mox. But no spendin’ forever on silly things, got it?” She booped his nose for emphasis, wiggling a few sneaky fingers on his side. Moxxie giggled and jerked away, playfully glaring at her.

“Gohot it,” he agreed, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. Millie rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed as well, joining him by the mirror.

Moxxie looked into the reflective glass, seeing himself in near complete disarray. But, with Millie’s smiling figure by his side, loving every bit of him unconditionally, he couldn't help but like what he saw just that much more.

[creative-kny-fics]

here me out… Lee! Giyuu..ler! Obanai’s snake!!!! Maybe like navel, and neck tickles 💗💗

Kaburamaru and Kanzaburo have something in common, they are both not human but they have their ways of making Giyuu laugh

Ler: Kaburamaru (Obanai's snake)

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Don't you find it curious that, even if you hate a person with almost all your soul, your pet, in some way, has established a bond with them?

Well, this was the case with Kaburamaru and Giyuu. 'I want to understand... What the hell did Tomioka do to my snake, it doesn't even hiss at him when he gets close to me!'

'Iguro-San, Tomioka-San is a good person... Maybe if you spent more time with him, you...' 'No, I won't, you've got to be kidding me with that Mitsuri. I will never do it, end of discussion...'

Obanai was grunting all the way, how was he convinced?! First he had to accept that Oyakata-Sama asked him to try to be her friend, then Gyomei followed, then Rengoku, Shinobu without hesitation and now also Mitsuri?!

Was Tomioka a witch or something? How was he able to get people to "connect" with him?

'Okay Obanai, you're only with him for about 5 minutes and then you can leave. Make up an excuse, anything to give him a visit... Well, here we go...', Obanai knocked on the door, no one answered

It was the worst thing that could be happening to Iguro, he walked so much just for Tomioka not to be home?!

Although, he didn't want to spend quality time with Tomioka, so he could leave!. 'Iguro? What are you doing here?', plan cancelled.

'Oh well, I need to talk to you. It's about... It's about... Shinobu! Yes, Shinobu!'

'Is everything okay with Kocho?' 'Do you think we talk inside?'

Giyuu looked at him confused, but agreed, if it was something that had to do with Kocho, then it must be important. 'And well? What's wrong with Kocho?'

'With Kocho? Oh yeah! It's just that, well I don't know, it seems like she's starting to have feelings for someone, I don't know... You know her, so... You know something?'

'Coming from Kocho, I find it impossible. She's not willing to look for a romantic relationship, she's too focused on her work, so it's probably not that', perfect, time to go.

Iguro laughed, sarcastically and without any grace, as he "bowed" and left the estate, forgetting something, or rather, someone...

'Perfect, I spent time with him. And if Mitsuri asks, you will tell her that we have talked, did you understand Kabura-...Maru...?'

Obanai looked everywhere, he checked his haori, inside his uniform and there was nothing.

But if it wasn't with him, then... Oh no... Nooo... It's got to be a fucking joke... Kaburamaru can't be with...

'I think Obanai didn't notice you, Kaburamaru,' Kaburamaru nodded and rubbed its head against Giyuu's hand.

Giyuu didn't know why some animals found his presence comfortable, perhaps because he was affectionate but at the same time he was quiet and didn't bother their ears as much?

Maybe that would explain why dogs almost always bite him or run away from him, ironic. 'Well, how is that going? Have he already decided to take the step with Mitsuri? Is he still shy? Woah, I thought he already had the courage to tell Mitsuri that he likes her, well, I won't judge. Maybe he plans to do something special to tell her, I know he loves Mitsuri very much,' Kaburamaru nodded.

Obanai burst into the estate, forcing his way in while shouting his pet's name, only to find it around Giyuu's neck. 'But... BUT WHAT THE FUCK KABURAMARU?!'

'Obanai, don't shout so much, you might scare Kaburamaru...' 'Okay okay, sorry, let's go Kaburamaru.'

Kaburamaru would usually obey Obanai, but no, this time he stayed with Giyuu, apparently annoyed by the scream his owner gave and by having forgotten. 'Kaburamaru, don't act like a stuck-up kid, come on! We agreed that we would eat with Mitsuri!'

'Hey Kaburamaru, I think it's best that you go with Obanai, I don't think you want to make Mitsuri wait for your arrival'

'You see? Come here, you foolish serpent!', with even more reason, Kaburamaru did almost nothing to Obanai.

Instead, he began to rub his head against Giyuu's neck, while his tail slithered and moved his ears, which out of instinct, Giyuu covered as a smile formed on his face.

'Oh please! Are you trying to make me jealous?!' 'Oba-Obanahai! Dohon't yell! Ehehehehe!! Ka-Kaburahamaru!!'

'Please Tomioka, are you going to tell me that shit tickles you? Come on Kaburamaru, show him what you really have!'

Putting aside that it was upset with its owner a few minutes ago, it agreed, quickly slipping into Tomioka's uniform before he could do anything to get him out. 'Hehehey!!' Cohomehehe ohohon!! Nohohot my sihidehehes!! Plehahasehehe!!'

'Kaburamaru, try his ribs! You might get a good reaction!'

'Co-cohomehehehe ohohon!! Not there! Nohohot theherehe!! Please!!', Giyuu immediately attempted to unbutton his uniform, but only earned a few rubs on his navel. 'Hahahaha what's wrong Tomioka? It's too much?'

'Yehehes!! Oh gohohosh!! Plehahasehe Obahanahai!! Stohohop this!' 'Pffft, well, okay. Come here Kaburamaru, it's time to go!'

Kaburamaru stopped, wrapping himself around Obanai's wrist as he approached.

'Woah, looks like you have someone who makes you laugh whenever you feel bad, huh?' 'NOT A SINGLE WORD OF THAT!!'

'Okay... Well, I hope you visit me again soon.'

Obanai raised an eyebrow as he let out a snort, laughing after his face turned red from the embarrassment of his words, that's not what he meant!

'Heh, so that's why you were so attached to him now, huh? Maybe this visiting thing isn't so bad... And if you try to tickle me right now, I won't give you a mouse for dinner...', Kaburamaru bit Obanai lightly, he didn't like threats.

And if you're wondering, Kaburamaru made sure that Obanai was completely cheerful while he had his date with Mitsuri.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

I CANT BELIEVE REQUESTS ARE BACK:33 anywaysss!! i had an idea for a lee!han and ler!chan. its a bit silly but it sounds super funny.. so yk how chan chose han first as his first child??? well imagine like there were multiple people waiting to get chosen by chan and he tickled them all the find out which was the most ticklish so they could join. (ofc the most ticklish was han) SO YEAHHH

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: omg i know there is a 0% chance this would ever happen irl but JUST IMAGINE OKAY also anon i changed it a bit if you don’t mind 😭💔

𝙩/𝙬: mentions of anxiety, temporary anxiety, rough tickling, strangers AU

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Okay, bring in the next trainee.” Chan sighs, watching a smaller boy timidly enter the room, bowing once he caught sight of the older trainee. 

“What’s your name?” Chan asked rather quickly, not realizing his tone sounded harsh. 

“I-um…my name is Han Jisung, and I’ve been a trainee for three years.” The boy introduced himself quickly, biting his lip probably out of nervousness. 

Chan noticed how quick Jisung was breathing, clearly scared out of his wits but trying to hide it. 

After Jisung had finished his showcase, he bowed again and waited for the older trainee’s comments. 

Chan was surprised to find that Han Jisung was a talented singer and dancer, and he seemed to be interested in producing as well. “You’re quite good.” Chan followed by providing his advice and criticism. 

He watched as Jisung took in all of his comments thoughtfully. “Okay, thank you.” 

“You seem talented. I’ll keep you in mind. Now, come and sit down, you look really scared.” Channie giggled; he was glad to finish the showcase so he could perhaps make friends with the quiet trainee. 

Han timidly walked over and sat next to Chan, crossing his arms and gulping. 

Chan decided to test a small theory out; perhaps he found the perfect idol in the quiet, composed Han Jisung.

“Why are you so tense, huh? Come and sit next to me.” The older trainee patted the area beside him with a warm smile, and Jisung obliged. 

“You know who I am?” Chan asked, Jisung nodding his head quickly. “I’ll introduce myself properly.” He took Han’s hands in his own to soothe the younger trainee.

“My name is Bang Chan, or Christopher in English, and I’ve been training for about seven years.” He explained. “I’m trying to form a group of idols, named Stray Kids.”

Jisung nodded tensely. Chan frowned but continued. “Let’s get a little personal. My friends, they like to call me the tickle monster. Wonder why?”

He watched Jisung flush a little before replying. “Do you like to t-tickle people?” 

Channie giggled. “Yeah, I enjoy it. I love getting people who have cute laughs, you know?” 

He watched Jisung turn a deep red in real time, the boy seemed to get increasingly flustered the more the older trainee talked about tickling. “Y-Yeah.” 

“I like to tickle people when they’re nervous or upset, because then they’re the cutest thing.” Chan continued to speak, grinning when Jisung squeaked while nodding. 

Jisung tried to pull his wrists back, but suddenly realized the older’s grip of his wrists had become tighter the more they had talked. 

“You’re so tense, Hannie.” Chan whispered. “Is it okay if I call you that?”

Jisung nodded meekly.

“Hmmm, you’re still being quiet. Guess I have to loosen you up a bit.” Chan smirked before yanking Jisung’s arms up, the frail boy was so easy to pin, weak to surprise and pure strength.

Han squealed in surprise, eyes widening. Clearly, he didn’t expect the older to do that. Chan pushed his arms back so he was lying on his back on the soft couch. 

“What a cute sound~” Chan cooed, “You’ll have to make some more for me, yeah?” 

Hanji turned beet-red, flustered. “H-Hyung! Why…what are you doing?!”  

Chan’s finger was tapping his side. “Oh…? Now you can talk?~” 

“Move your finger!” Jisung pleaded, biting his lip desperately when the digit dug softly into his side. 

“Are you ticklish, perhaps?” Chan whispered quietly in a teasing tone, his hand tracing around Jisung’s left side. 

“N-No! I’m not ticklish, hyung—DON’T!!” Jisung yelled suddenly, Chan’s finger stopping at the hem of his shirt. 

“That’s the loudest I’ve heard you.” Chan laughed. 

“Do you want this, Hannie? Do you want me to make you laugh? I bet you’re so cute underneath all that nervousness, aren’t you?” The older cooed in a baby voice, Jisung giggled breathlessly in anticipation. 

Han was sure his face could be compared to a tomato, but he nodded anyway, freeing his hands to cover his face shyly.

“Aweee~” Chan smiled sweetly at the boy beneath them. “You’re so cute…maybe I should tickle you, hm?” 

Jisung squeaked and smiled softly underneath his hands in anticipation. He only then realized how badly he really wanted Chan to attack him, to make his hands flutter all over his body to make him laugh freely. 

“Please?” He whispered. “Hyung?” He looked up at Chan, and the older hummed in response. 

“What are you doing?” Jisung was still laying on his back, and he looked around to try and catch what Chan was whipping his head around for. 

“Nothing. Let’s start, shall we?” Chan asked. “Can you be a good trainee and keep your hands up?” 

Jisung flushed again. “H-How will I do that?” 

“Try for me?” Chan asked sweetly, and how could Hannie say no?

“Okay, I’ll try.” It took a few tries, but Jisung managed to fully outstretch his arms after giggling and pulling his arms to his sides when Chan wiggled his fingers in front of his face. 

“Hyuhung!!” Jisung whimpered when Chan massaged his sides gently. His arms shook with the effort of keeping away. 

Hannie bit his lip and twisted to the left, the tingly sensations shooting up his nerves and leaving him snickering through his teeth. 

“I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Chan asked with a happy grin, moving to the quokka’s lower belly. 

Jisung laughed gently, the soft sensations making him happier than he had ever imagined. “Hyuhuhung plehease!”

“You’re so cute, Hannie! You’re perfect.” Chan decided, continuing to gently tickle the boy beneath him before moving his hands up his shirt gently. “Is this okay?”

He continued when Hannie nodded softly,  massaging the quokka’s soft tummy before moving to his ribs, digging in harshly. 

Jisung let out a loud shriek, cackles pouring from his lips as his hands shot down immediately, gripping the older’s hands and kicking out behind him. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY!! AAAHAHAHA!!” Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, smile wide and cute, making Chan practically melt above him. 

Channie gently pulled Han’s hands back above his head to gently remind him to keep them there, tickling around the soft sides of his chest.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!! AGH IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” Jisung screeched, keeping his arms up and resorting to gripping his hair tightly on top of his head. 

“Does it really? I’m not even doing much.” Channie gaped with delight. “You’re so ticklish!” 

“AHAHAGH SHUHUHUSH!!” Hannie demanded, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. 

“Okay, okay. Flustered baby.” Chan scratched around the quokka’s armpits gently with his longish nails, watching the boy beneath him scream and fall apart, arms trembling.

“NAAAHAHAHA!! STAHP!! STOHOP IHIHIT!!” 

“Little break for quokka~” Chan sang, letting up and slipping his hands out of Hannie’s shirt.

Jisung panted and rubbed at his torso, out of breath from his constant torment.

Meanwhile, Chan turned and adjusted to sit facing the younger’s legs, which kicked out lightly under his attention. 

The older trainee used his knees to separate Jisung’s legs, thighs trembling in anticipation. 

“Hyung…” Jisung warned, gasping when Chan slid a finger up his thigh. “I really can’t handle it there!” 

“But I really want to!” Chan whined, pouting. “Please?” 

“No!! Hyung!! Please, don’t!” Jisung pleaded desperately, squealing loudly when Chan scribbled up both inner thighs at the same time. 

Channie thought for a second. Hannie’s thighs were like a blank canvas for him to scribble and scratch on, probably sensitive enough to send him ballistic. How could he miss this chance? 

“Eh. I’m doing it anyway.” Chan shrugged.

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, the sound leaving his throat in a strangled scream as Chan grabbed his left knee with one hand and raked up and down his left thigh with the other. 

“AGHHHAHANOHOHO STAHAHAP STAHP STOP!!” Jisung squealed with laughter, Chan’s fingers tickled so torturously along his left thigh, causing him to let out boisterous bouts of hysterical cackles.

“Nah. You’re too cute to.” Chan deadpanned, switching sides and relishing in the quokka’s drawn out screech to let up. 

“PLEHEHEASE HAHAVE MEHEHERCY!! I CAHAHANT AHHAHA!!” 

“Oh? But you can…” Chan switched to scribbling over both thighs, watching them tremble under his touch while Jisung tossed his body around behind him, pounding the couch with his fists and screaming his head off. 

Jisung panted, breath suddenly taken from him as he felt tired and exhausted. He pounded three times on Chan’s shoulder to signify defeat; the older letting up immediately and smiling down at him. 

“You are the most ticklish person I’ve ever met. And the perfect idol.” 

Jisung nodded while gasping for breath, eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner. 

“Welcome to Stray Kids.”

for @sungsbunny

[hazbin-hotlee37]

Need more Lee!Adam...

SO I MADE MY OWN!

Lee!Adam, Ler!Lute

A reason to smile!

Adam was in his office, reading through paper work that Sera wanted him to do. Some people wouldn't believe that Adam was even capable of being kind, but he had genuine respect for Sera. She was like the mom he never had.

While the first man could be considered a slacker by most but, there were times when he worked himself way too hard. Lute could tell now was one of those times.

Neither had their mask on, which just showed Adams eyebags and tired appearance. Several golden feathers molted from stress as the angel muttered under his breath while he read, tapping his fingers absent mindedly.

"Sir, maybe we should take a break?" The Lieutenant offers with a kind smile, but Adam just waved her off.

He never listened.

Lute sighed and looked at the ground, picking up one of the golden feathers and twirling it in her fingers, an idea forming.

Adam was reading when suddenly he felt something brush against his neck, he jumped and looked at his lieutenant, but her arms were behind her back in her normal stance. Weird...

He shrugged it off and went back to reading when he felt it again, this time on his ear. He snorted and blushed slightly, looking back towards his friend.

"The fuck are you up to??" The first man asks, but he knew very well.

"I'm giving you one last chance to accept my offer of a break, sir" She responds, but she knew deep down, this would be necessary.

"Fuck off, dangertits, I'm working" Adam says, he flinched when he felt hands on his wings, "Wahait- Lute, fuhuhck!"

"I did give you a chance" Lute says with a smirk, scribbling her fingers over the golden wings.

The first man fell into a fit of giggles and snorts, his wings flapping absent mindedly. If anyone else, he would've killed them right there but this was Lute! He was fucked from the start!

"You know, I always see you playing with that guitar of yours. Maybe I should practice, really get on those lessons you've been doing with me" The lieutenant says with a smirk, her hands moving to his stomach and started strumming it like a guitar. "Bow now now now now, guitar solo, fuck yeah!"

"nahahaHAHAHT *Snort!* THAHAHAT!" Adam squealed, laughing his head off. His wings flapping involuntary, a few feathers falling off.

"Whats the matter, sir? The first man himself can't handle a little tickling?" She teased with a smirk watching him fall to pieces under her fingers. She had to admit, it was rather cute.

"LUHUHUTE! PLEAHAHASE! *Snort!*"

"Hmm, will you finally take a break?"

"YEHEHES! I SWEHEHEAR!"

"Fine."

Lute finally stopped her "torture" and Adam collapsed in his seat, giggling and panting. The lieutenant smiled and pat his head, running her fingers through his hair.

"Fuhuck... You're so brutal..." Adam mutters with a sigh, leaning into the subtle affection.

"Maybe, but its not my fault you don't listen" She responds with a shrug.

Adam smiled softly, with all the shit going on... He was glad to at least have her in his corner and to keep his head on straight.

[thewildestofeyes]

Got the encouragement from a friend of mine to write a new tickle story. Multi ler (mmf) x reader. Doctor themed

The Clinic: Opening Day

* Beep... beep... beep...*

You slowly stirr awake to the sound of a fant beeping. Your mind is fuzzy and you don't know where you are. The last thing you remember was answering your door and... wait what happened after? Before you get a chance to think any more about it, the door to the room opens and two men walk in. Clad in labcoats and medical masks, you stare at them before instintively trying to move for the first time. Terror fills your heart for a moment, and your adrenaline spikes as you suddenly realize that you've been bound to the very bed you're laying on.

The sudden shock that fills your soul allows your brain to work quickly enough to recognize a few things. First, you're in what appears to be a clinical room. You've been restrained to a hospital bed with your ankles bound to the end and your wrists tied above your head. Looking down you can see that you're wearing a medical gown and stripped of any other clothes. Finally, one of the men begins to speak.

"It appears the test subject is awake..." He says, barely paying attention to the look of terror on your face. "Vital signs look normal. The effects of the auditory knock out tone have completely faded away." You listen with no idea what the man is talking about, only able to watch as he picks up a clipboard. "Right. Let's get started then..." As he writes on a clip board he says your name, causing your blood to freeze. How does he know who you are? Who are these guys? What are they going to do to you? Your mind starts racing with different possibilities before the other man speaks up. "Shhhh... relax. Just comply with us and I assure you... you'll be doing nothing but laugh during this entire affair".

As he speaks, you notice he's putting a wide variety of different tools and items on a nearby table. Feathers, toothbrushes, hairbrushes, paintbrushes, wait... is he going to? Your question is answered suddenly by the buzzing of an electronic toothbrush. Not even having a second to cry out, it's already making contact with your foot, causing a cute flow of giggles to escape your lips. The man with the clipboard mumbles something as the other continues , moving it all over your soft soles before leading it right up to your toes. As your giggles quicken, the man with the clipboard makes more notes with a pleased gleam in his eyes. You wiggle aginst your restraints, feet kicking in place but there's nothing you can do. You're strapped so tightly that the slightest of wiggles is all you can muster as this doctor tickles all over your feet, toes and ankles with this electric toothbrush. As you start feeling comfortable with the level of tickles, the sensations begin to stop. You take this moment to breathe, and are about to ask why this is happening before suddenly a sensation causes a gasp to leave your mouth. Your soles begin to experience the sensation of warm oil coating the soft skin before chaos in the form of a hairbrush wrecks havoc upon your feet letting loose a shriek of laughter. Up, down, and all around, that hairbrush quickly plays your soles like a bow plays a violin, causing the sweet music of your laughter to come flooding from your lips. The man taking notes gives a happy comment of " finally some real results" as your tickler continues using that hairbrush to great effect.

As he tickles you, the man proceeds to let out teases, saying phrases such as " gosh these feet are so ticklish..." and " look at that smile. You must be loving this!", as the other comments on yor reactions to such stimuli. After what seems like an eternity, the tickles stop , giving you plenty of time to catch your breath. You breathe in and out, shivering slightly as you try to ignore the tingling of your now red soles. Already feeling slightly worn out, you can only gaze in horror as the man who was once holding the clipboard now holds a pair of scissors. Before you can register what's happening he takes the tool and slowly cuts your gown in two, starting from the bottom and letting the loud snips fill the room as your only protection effortlessly falls from your body.

"Now onto the rest of the tests" He says with no emotion in his voice. One of his hands begins to slowly spider up your side as the other takes hold of the electric toothbrush. The other man, taking the clipboard for himself takes notes, writing down every moment where the clinical process of tickling every inch of your upper body causes squeals, giggles, laughs and shrieks. Your navel gets a visit by that vibrating menace, and both your belly and hips get plenty of squeezes which cause you to jolt as much as you're able to in such restricting conditions. At some moments, the tools are replaced by soft, teasy feathers, which while they do lessen the ticking, they tease the body and cause the next attack to create a louder squeal of ticklishness

This slow teasing quickly escalates however. As while the soft feathers along your belly drag up to your ribs, a pinky finger gently grazes your armpit. The sudden flinch catches your tickler off guard, interrupting his cheeky teases to look at you with a glimmer in his eyes. Putting the tools down, his bare hands waste no time making their home inside your armpits as his fingers wiggle with little signs of stopping. The laughter leaving your mouth filled the room and only encouraged the doctor to continue his current test. "Looks like we finally found the spot!" The one taking notes said with a chuckle, taking notes quickly before an idea came to his mind. "We should test nails there. I'm calling for the nurse."

Pressing a button on the side of your bed, the two men give you a chance to breathe before a woman clad in a nurse's outfit enters the room. Her nails are well manicured, long and slightly pointed. She looks at you with a visible grin on her face, wiggling her fingers in your direction before letting a few of her nails tease your arch with a sudden spidering. The shiver that follows goes up your leg and sends shockwaves through your body. Such teasing continues as she drags her nails along your entire body, not breaking eye contact for a second. "You found a cute one boys~" The nurse giggles, tickling your inner thighs before letting her nails flutter over your tummy and ribs. "I can't wait to break this one too"

"Please don't break this one yet. We still need more data from them." One mentioned with a sigh. "Regardless, the armpits seen like an effective spot so -" The nurse cut him off. " Relax, I was getting to it. Can't a girl play with her food?" She asks unamused before turning back to you with a sinister smile. "I know what I'm doing, and soon you will too!" Even before she finishes speaking her hands dash into your armpits, those well groomed nails clawing and scratching at your sensative hollows. "Ooh listen to those screams" She exclaims as your cackles fill the room. Somehow this was worse than what the men had been doing. Theirs had been teasy, done to find spots and fluster their "patient." This was pure tickling meant to drive the victim wild. Meant to cause them to lose their minds. The nurse just laughed even as the medical devices around you started going haywire. It was becoming too much!

"That's Enough! One of the men said at last, pulling the nurse back before you had a chance to passout. "We told you it isn't time to break them yet! Look, we got our preliminary findings. They're in no state for more today. We'll come back to them tomorrow for the next tests." Those words echo in you rmind as they leave. Next tests? There was more? The idea terrifies you , but it's no use worrying about it now. It isn't long before the exhaustion from todays events overtakes both brain and body, and soon you sleep , unknowing of what lays ahead.

[blushyeleven]

Merry Christmas!! And yes, this fic idea is inspired by the TikTok trend but it was to funny to pass up and I had no better ideas so😭 anyways, have a good day everyone!

characters: ler!wednesday, lee!y/n

warnings: tickles

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾

The snow was delicately falling outside, covering nevermore in a thick white sheet. It was the night before christmas and you already had your first suprise planned for your girlfriend, Wednesday. She already strictly told you “no surprises” and made it very clear that she didn’t want any presents.. but this was something you didn’t think she could refuse.

Wednesay was out for the evening.. doing god knows what but you were actually waiting for this moment. Waiting patiently for her to leave so your plan could take action. As soon as the oak wooden door shut you leapt off your bed and scurried to the rapping paper, scissors and cello tape. You recently saw this trend on TikTok and you knew you had to try it. So you stood at your standing mirror and began rapping yourself in the festive paper like a mummy. You first started by wrapping your torso. This was a two person job if you were being honest but you had to work with the things you had.. and that was yourself.

You began slicing the cello tape and precisely sticking it to yourself as soon enough you were practically smothered in red and green paper.. as if it was a dress. You also topped it off with a red bow ontop of your head. Feeling quite proud of yourself and the masterpiece that you had crafted you then placed yourself infront of the christmas tree that was standing in the center of your dorm room (which took a lot of effort but Wednesday reluctantly agreed to it) and you patiently waited for your girlfriend to walk in and see her surprise.

After a few long moments of waiting you heard the door open “I’m back” she said walking in and spotting you immediately. You had the biggest smile plastered across your face as she looked at a loss for words. Confused but also amused. “what.. what is this?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows and you swore you could see a slight upcurve on her lips. “I’m your present” you said, trying desperately to swallow the stupid giggles forming. “how did you.. I.. oh my god y/n” the raven had no idea what to say. As she stood a few feet in front of you. Completely puzzled on what to do or how to even react. Meanwhile you were still sat there giggling to yourself at her complete shock and confusion. “I’m guessing this is the fault of your stupid social media apps..” she was clearly becoming more amused at the situation and how ridiculous it all was. “yup!” You nodded, stating proudly.

“and how exactly do you plan to get out of that?” she asked with a raised brow, still standing in front of you. you didn’t exactly know how to answer that.. you didn’t plan this far. “I.. uhm.. help?” You asked with a small and hopeful smile to which the goth let out an audible sigh. If Wednesday ever showed any emotions you could tell she’d be smiling right now..

“stand up” she ordered with a small smirk to which you tried.. but the wrapping paper that was clutched to you was making it very difficult to bend your knees. Wednesday just rolled her eyes playfully and offered you a hand which you politely accepted and stood up. “Where are the scissors?” She asked with a slight tinge of ‘annoyance’ (amusement) in her tone. The question made your eyes go wide “uhh.. I actually don’t know..” you giggled nervously seeing the raven roll her eyes. “okay.. I’ll just tear you out of it then” she replied with a small but noticeable smirk before taking a few steps closer and began searching for the best place to tear from. Since the paper had multiple layers and was practically covering ever inch of your body she was finding it difficult to know we’re to start. Until she found a loose area on your sides to which she moved her hand to pinch it; her fingers accidentally brushing against your side. This small movement caused you to lean away with a small squeak before biting your lip. Wedneday just looked up at you with a quirked brow.. clearly expecting for an answer. “uh.. sorry” was the best you could say before she carried on attempting to rip the wrapping paper off. She managed to pull a chunk off and threw it to the floor as it fell elegantly. She then grabbed the end of where the last bit of paper was torn off from and that was your stomach. But as she tried to grab it you felt a single finger prod into stomach to which you instinctively sucked your stomach in, stepped back a little and made a small gasp. Wednesday then stopped again to look up at you.

“something wrong?” she asked as emotionless and monotone as always. “n-nope!” you replied, avoiding her eye contact and thought it would be best to look at the floor instead of at her burning gaze. “are you sure because it looks like your having a hard time trying to stay still” she stated.. again.. expecting an explanation from you. “sorry I-.. it’s nothing” you tried to act like it was nothing but your cheeks had matched the colour of the red glittery bauble behind you. “if you say so” she said before still managing to tear off the paper a chunk at a time.. seeming as you did so many layers of cello tape to make sure it was secure enough.

As she was doing so.. every now and again she’s feel you shuffle around with either a small squeak or a gasp before she finally got the explanation she needed behind your strange behaviour. Although, she didn’t think to mention it.. just yet. But after a while of you wiggling in your spot and a few sharp noises Wednesday finally spoke up “will you stop squirming so I can get you out of this thing?” she requested. Well it was more of a demand. “I’m trying!” You countered.. but even still at the smallest of touches you would lean away and take a step in the opposite direction.

“you know what.. this isn’t working. New plan.. I’m tickling you until you manage to free yourself” Wednesday had a sinister smirk plastered on her face as she watched your eyes widen “w-what?” you said, your cheeks so red they were practically glowing. “you heard me” the goth replied and wasted no more time before she tasered her fingers into both of your sides, earning a ear-ringing, piercing shriek from you followed by the sounds of your own bubbly giggles. “nohoho!! dohohonttt!” you started squirming on the spot and desperately trying to break yourself out of your own trap. “to late, this is more entertaining then trying to tear it off of you manually anyways”she teased seeing you in your giggle fit. “bahahahhahaha nahahahhahaha!! plehehehheasee!!”

wednesay then moved spots, her hand positioned in a claw like shape into your stomach before using her fingers to rapidly scribble at the sensitive spot. She had to make sure to put a little more pressure on your stomach so you could feel the tickles under the paper which her fingers were just currently gliding across. Your squeaky laughter was bouncing off the walls as you couldn’t even escape Wednesdays evil fingers which stayed in its place, scribbling at your stomach. “ehehehhe nohohoho stahahahppp!” You tried to plead but your giggles were to jumbled in with your speak it almost made you incoherent.

“hm, no” wednesay stated, still with her smirk. Clearly getting great enjoyment out of this. “I’m going easy on you, you should by grateful” she added. you blushed at this seeming as she wasn’t completely wrecking you.. but even still it was enough to drive the laughter out of you. You also couldn’t stop the beaming smile that was spread across your face.. which was obviously a clear indication to Wednesday that you were getting a sense of enjoyment out of it aswell. “ahahaha thihis ihisnt fahahairrr!” You whined as you were practically stuck in one spot as you tried to squirm yourself out of the wrapping paper. “this is fair.. don’t act like your also not enjoying this” wedneday observed, her face was back to mutual.. which somehow made the comments and teases more flustering.

“I ahaham nohohottt!” You attempted to protest. There was no way you could let your girlfriend know that you enjoyed it.. she wasn’t even meant to find out you where ticklish because you saw how evil she was with it. “oh? your not? Then what’s that smile all about?” She asked ‘innocently’ but she knew what she was doing.. ofcourse she did. “shuhut uhuppp!!” you whined again, your brain was to scrambled to think of any decent comebacks or complaints at this point. Your mind and thoughts were all mush as the only thing you could focus on was the sensation coursing through your body.

Wednesday then moved her hands to a new location; your ribs. Not knowing that this would be the cause of your laughter to raise a few octaves and cause you to practically explode. “WAHAHAIT- NOHO! COHOME OHON!” You tried to bat at her hands but they dodged you with ease, it was useless. She was to quick for you. I mean, she was trained in ways to torture people. Unluckily (or luckily) for you.. one of them was tickling. So since she was so skilled she effectively and efficiently knew how to tickle you. “bad spot?” She rhetorically asked. It was such a simple question yet it was also so flustering. “YEHEHEESS!!” although this motivated Wednesday to carry on, spidering and clawing her fingers into your ribs as she watched your rather amusing reactions.

She was just scratching and scraping at your ribs as your laughter eoched and reached a new level of high to the point where it was practically silent with a few breaks of squeaks in it. “I CAHAHANTTT!!” you called out, your face turning into a deeper shade of scarlet. “okay your being dramatic.. your acting as if I’m killing you” “YOHOHOU AHARE!” You snapped back before desperately trying to wiggle out of the paper.

And just as it almost seemed impossible, all of your squirming caused a direct tear right down in the middle of the paper to which your hands desperately scrambled to tear it off and freezing yourself. Just as you did this Wednesday stopped with a small up-curve of her lips, seemingly impressed.

“well finally, I was beginning to think you weren’t even trying to free yourself because you just wanted me to keep tickling you” the goth stayed with a more teasy smirk as she walked of to sit at her desk for her writing time.

While you were just left standing there, a flustered mess.

[bubblyyeety]

ahhh i might digitalize the lee yin-yang ehehehh

yeah anyways hiiii have some school doodles augh ahgh disintegrats

[tickly-giggles]

Watch Your Back (My Hero Academia)

A/N: This is a sequel to Feather Ticklish, so I highly recommend reading that before this :D Also, this does get kinda angsty at the end, but I promise it's a fun read and there's no warnings aside from the mention of cigarettes :>

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: Technically DabiHawks but they're still not together yet

Lee: Hawks

Ler: Dabi

Word Count: 3,093

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Dabi warned Hawks to watch his back, but nothing has come of it. Hawks decides to go about his work without worrying about it too much (spoiler: he worries a lot) and, during a private outing to the hideout late at night, he runs into Dabi.

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Weeks had gone by like normal with no signs of hostility from Dabi aside from his usual snarky attitude. He didn’t want to admit it, but Hawks was on edge, and only grew more so as time dragged on. 

“Watch your back, birdie.”

He shivered at the unpleasant memory. Hawks may have only tickled him, but Dabi was a villain. Did he really expect him to solve this amicably? 

"I'd be lucky if all he did was burn me," 

he muttered to himself as he sifted through a cardboard box he had found behind the bar counter of the hideout.

He had joined the League to gather intel, so that was what he was going to do. Or, at least, it's what he tried to do. He couldn't get what Dabi said out of his mind, and the fact that he never made any move or gave any indication of revenge only worried him further.

With a frustrated grunt, he shook the thoughts out of his head and continued to search through the box. There wasn't much worth noting. It was mostly filled with junk, aside from some polaroids. Hawks couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. 

The League of Villains looked like anything but. One photo depicted Toga and Twice holding hands and dancing together. Another had what looked to be Shigaraki shoving at the camera. Judging by each villain's personalities so far, Hawks figured Toga was the one to take the picture. 

The last polaroid showed all of them. The camera must have been set on a timer, because they were all positioned together in a group.

Toga and Twice looked happy as can be, Toga sticking her tongue out and winking with Twice ruffling her hair and giving the camera a thumbs up.

Mr. Compress did his best to look formal with a bow and a tip of his hat, but it was easy to tell he definitely didn't mind the camera. 

Spinner was the opposite. He tried to look like he wasn't interested by turning away from the camera, but his overall demeanor was that of childlike excitement.

Shigaraki did not prefer to be on camera, and it was obvious in his reluctant pose. He had one hand stuffed in his hoodie pocket, and the other scratching at his cheek absentmindedly while he stared off to the side.

Then there was Dabi, apathetic as usual. He stared into the camera, thumbs stuffed in his pants pockets, and his face void of emotion. Hawks furrowed his brow, as if trying to decipher what Dabi was thinking at the time of the photo.

"The hell are you doing?" 

Hawks squawked and fumbled the polaroids, haphazardly shoving them back into the box. He whipped around to see Dabi standing there, eying him curiously. He leaned to the left to peer at what Hawks was looking at.

"Where'd you find that?" he asked, his tone indiscernible.

"I- uh- I- it.."

Hawks swallowed and collected his thoughts,

"It was behind the bar. I was just curious."

A moment of awkward tension passed before he handed the box to Dabi,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop."

"Yes you did,"

Dabi smirked as he took the box from him,

"You wouldn't have gone through it otherwise."

“Ah,”

Hawks rubbed the back of his head with a nervous chuckle,

“Ya got me. Um, what’re you doin’ up so late, anyway?”

“I could ask you the same question, birdie.”

Dabi set the box on the counter and stared intensely into the hero’s eyes. Hawks stared back, not daring to blink.

“Couldn’t sleep, I guess,” he breathed.

“So, naturally, your first thought was to come here,”

The hot headed villain took a step toward Hawks, 

"Why dont'cha tell me why you're really here?"

The number two hero didn’t back down. If there was anything he learned from being a pro for so long, it was to never show fear. He swallowed the lump in his throat and slowed his heart rate as he tried to think of an answer. 

When he couldn’t think of any substantial excuse, he simply shrugged and laughed airily, 

“I was curious about everyone’s lives. We hang out a lot, but it’s mostly for meetings and all. I wanna get to know everyone a little better.”

“And what better way to do that than snooping through our stuff~?”

Hawks’ relaxed smile faltered at Dabi’s tone. He watched him as he got ever closer, practically pinning him up against the bar. The air in the room felt quite warm all of a sudden, and there was a tightness in Hawks’ chest that he couldn’t relieve. He wanted to avert his gaze, but he knew doing that would practically be admitting defeat. Instead, he continued to stare into Dabi’s harsh, ice blue eyes.

“Well?” Dabi breathed,

“Are you gonna be honest with me, or am I gonna have to- GAHAH!”

The pro hero watched Dabi clutch his midriff and stumble backward. He didn’t really mean to squeeze his side, it was just the first thing that came to mind! He was trapped, he had no other choice. It was a survival instinct.

Suddenly, Dabi's intense glare pierced through Hawks, and he quickly realized that he was probably better off dead.

Hawks’ fight or flight response kicked in. Being as quick as he was, he was relying on his skills to get out of the hideout faster than Dabi could blink. Sadly, that didn’t end up being the case. Dabi tackled him as soon as he made to run, and the hero grunted as he fell face first into the floor. The villain grinned and sat on Hawks’ lower back. After a small struggle, he was able to pin his wings underneath his feet, effectively rendering him immobile.

“Guh! L-Lemme up!” Hawks growled, squirming fruitlessly.

“I warned you, feather brain. I can’t believe you had the balls to do that again,”

Dabi chuckled coldly,

“I’d be impressed if I wasn’t so pissed off.”

Hawks desperately tried to flap his wings, but to no avail. He foolishly tried turning his head around to at least see Dabi, but was met with nothing but pain in his neck.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

He snapped at the villain,

“Kill me?”

“I told you to watch your back, didn’t I? Not doing such a good job at that right now,”

Dabi’s tone was pondering as he scanned the hero beneath him,

“I wonder…”

Silence filled the room, and the tightness in Hawks’ chest returned. What was Dabi going to do to him? Fully expecting the worst, he clenched his fists and readied his body for whatever amount of pain he was about to endure.

And then…

“GAAHAHAHAHAHA WHATTHEFUHUHUCK!”

Dabi cackled at the reaction. He skittered and scribbled his fingers along Hawks’ back, greedily drinking in the desperation of his victim’s thrashing.

“What’sa matter, birdie? Your back a little sensitive~?”

“WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!”

“What’s it look like, you moron?"

Hawks wriggled and squirmed helplessly, the tickles feeling even more intense because he couldn’t arch or turn his back away from them. He was completely trapped, entirely at the mercy of a member of the League of Villains. Even his wings were unable to flap properly due to Dabi putting most of his weight on them, not to mention the odd angle he was at. Being so vulnerable only increased Hawks’ sensitivity, and his face erupted in red.

“OKAHAHA- HAHAHAHA!! OKAY YOHOHOU GOT YOUR REHEHEHEVENGE! Y-YOHOHOU CAN STOP NOHOHOHOW! GAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi smirked at the mess of a hero beneath him. His thumbs and forefingers nipped at his shoulder blades with intense accuracy while the rest of his fingers scribbled along the sides of them,

“I’m just gettin’ started. You tortured me, so I’m gonna get you back twice as bad. You shouldn’t have messed with me, Hawks.”

“STAHAHAHAHAP! I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!”

Dabi jolted and he grumbled as he dug into the hero’s back with even more force, relishing the delightful shriek he ripped out of him,

“Just shut up and take it, bird brain.”

Hawks slammed his fist against the floor in ticklish frustration. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was tickled. He didn’t get much attention, if any, when he was a kid. The pro heroes dedicated their lives to work and keeping the public safe; there was rarely time to kick back and relax with each other. 

He remembered poking at Endeavor once or twice, but he never showed any desire to get him back. Jeanist tended to lean on the serious side, but he had a playful bone in his body. If Hawks tried to mess with him, there was a chance he would fight back. Mirko was probably the only pro he could mess with and expect revenge from, but he never had the chance to try.

It tickled so bad. The way Dabi’s fingers vibrated against every inch of Hawks’ back, especially around his shoulder blades where he elicited the most extreme reactions, was torture. His touch was so precise, it was like he knew just what to do to drive him crazy. There was no chance to get used to any one feeling either, considering the villain would switch up his tactics every few seconds. Whether it be the amount of pressure he used, the way he moved his fingers, or the spot he tickled, every new moment provided a fresh combination to drive Hawks completely insane.

And yet, despite the fact that the number two hero had tears of mirth streaming down his bright red face, and his throat felt slightly sore from his screaming laughter, he would be lying if he said this wasn’t the least bit fun. To completely give up mercy and laugh like there was nothing to worry about was an experience Hawks never realized he needed.

“I can’t believe your back is this sensitive,”

Dabi chuckled after a while,

“Kinda makes me wonder about these pretty little wings of yours~.”

“N-NAHAHAHAHA!! C’MOHOHOHOHON, DAHAHAHAHABI! ENOHOHOHOHOUGH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Begging already? Pathetic, especially for someone who once called himself a hero.”

The tickling ceased and Hawks gasped for air, falling limp on the floor. The villain smirked down at him. The way his disheveled hair fell over his gorgeous face, the tear streaks that marked his flushed cheeks, the residual giggles that bubbled past his bright smile. Dabi’s chest tightened, and he swallowed a lump in his throat. 

“A-Ahahare you… dohone?” Hawks asked past breathless giggles.

Dabi’s smirk returned and he chuckled evilly,

“I told you I was just getting started,”

He ran his fingers through the feathery fluff on Hawks’ wings,

“I really am curious about these~.”

Hawks jolted and his wings twitched violently, practically bucking Dabi off of him. The villain laughed in amazement and quickly regained his balance.

“Hohoholy shit! I think I found the jackpot~.”

“D-Dahahabi,” the hero laughed nervously, his wings already tingling,

“Ihihi’ve had enough, plehehease.”

“Can’t take what you dish out, huh? Too bad, I’m not done with you yet. I’ll stop when I’m ready to,”

Dabi positioned his hands on his victim’s wings, causing them to twitch again,

“Until then, you’ll lay there and take it like a good little bird.”

The shriek that escaped from Hawks was ear-piercing. He bucked and thrashed violently as Dabi dug his fingers into his wings. The villain took note of how much more of a reaction he got closer to the hero’s back. Hawks’ hysterical laughter suddenly went silent. He slammed his fists and kicked his feet against the floor, his face was engulfed in cherry red, and he couldn’t tell his tears from his sweat at this point. Words couldn’t describe just how bad it tickled. The way Dabi mercilessly dug into his feathers drove him ballistic. It was torturous, his nerves were electrified, every single movement of the villain’s fingers sent a violent jolt of ticklish agony through Hawks’ entire body.

Why did he love this feeling so much?

Hawks wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed before Dabi finally decided to have mercy. His wings were burning with residual tingles, his feathers were all ruffled from the constant tickling, and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. The villain chuckled and stood off of the hero, giving him a moment to recover.

“God, you’re so sensitive. If only I had known this little secret sooner. But, now that I do, I’m never letting you live it down.”

After a few moments of residual giggles, heavy breathing, and slight coughing, Hawks shakily stood up. He used the bar counter as leverage, but stumbled and almost fell back onto the floor. He grunted when he made contact with Dabi, who had moved forward to catch him. With a hum, he absentmindedly nuzzled against the villain’s chest, then finally stood on his own. Dabi decided to ignore the heat that rose to his cheeks from the gesture.

The number two hero chuckled fondly and leaned up against the counter, 

“Thahat was uhh… something. You are awful.”

“Not my fault you’re so sensitive~.”

“Can you not say it?”

Dabi frowned,

“Say what?”

“Tickle.”

The villain jolted and looked away bashfully, eyes narrowed in embarrassment,

“I don’t like saying it.”

“Why? Does it fluster you~?”

“No!” Dabi shot a glare at the hero,

“It’s just a stupid word. I hate using it, so I don’t.”

Hawks simply shrugged in response, then caught the box out of the corner of his eye. It was seated on the counter, right where Dabi had left it. He turned around and plucked one of the polaroids out of it, examining it once again. It was the group photo of the League. Dabi approached him and ripped the polaroid from his hands.

“Hey! I was lookin’ at that,” he pouted at the hot head.

“Ya shouldn’t look through other people’s stuff, bird brain,” 

Dabi punctuated his sentence with a flick to Hawks’ forehead,

“Besides, what’s in here that’s so important to you?”

The winged hero grumbled and rubbed the area, then gave Dabi a small smile,

“These photos. They’re really cute,”

He chuckled and poked Dabi’s cheek,

“Would it kill ya to smile once in a while, though?”

“Yes,” Dabi replied bluntly, smacking Hawks’ hand away.

Hawks grinned and sighed fondly. 

Silence fell over them for a few moments. Dabi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one in between his teeth, and his index finger suddenly burst into a small, blue flame. He carefully lit the cigarette, then offered the pack to Hawks. 

He chuckled and shook his head,

“No, thanks. I don’t smoke.”

Dabi shrugged and stuffed the pack back into his pocket, extinguished the flame on his finger, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and wistfully breathed the smoke out.

The aura in the room was peaceful, almost like the two of them were genuine friends. A pang of guilt tugged at Hawks' heart, but he ignored it and turned to Dabi, who was staring at the polaroid. His expression was calm. 

The hero smiled, feeling melancholy, and decided to break the silence,

“So, why are you up so late?”

Dabi remained so still that Hawks almost thought he didn’t hear him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but was interrupted by the villain letting out a low, mirthless chuckle.

“I guess I couldn’t sleep, either.”

Silence reigned once more, and he took another puff of his cigarette before he continued,

“Ya ever hear of ‘the butterfly effect’, Hawks?”

The question was so sudden, Hawks gave the villain a puzzled look. After a second, he responded,

“Ah, a butterfly flaps its wings in Rio and causes a tornado in Chicago, right?”

“Correct. Though, I guess in your case, you flap your wings in Japan and cause a ripple in some other part of the world.”

“Where’s this coming from?” the hero asked, brow furrowed in confusion.

Dabi huffed sharply, and his grip on the polaroid tightened,

“Ya ever wonder where you’d be had you made one choice a bit differently?”

“I… dont–”

“Heh, never mind. That was a dumb question.”

Hawks frowned, but otherwise didn’t respond to Dabi’s sudden drop of the subject. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn’t regret becoming a villain. Granted, the winged hero had no idea what Dabi’s motivation was aside from the main goal of the League. Hero society was corrupt, he knew that was an idea they were passionate about, but…

"I'm not one for sentimental talks,"

Dabi chuckled suddenly, putting the cigarette up to his lips,

"So don't take much of what I say to heart,”

he inhaled deeply, then crushed the finished cigarette against the counter while exhaling the smoke through his nose. He flicked it across the room, then turned to look at Hawks, who had a look of befuddlement on his face.

“Do you… regret the choices you’ve made?” Hawks asked carefully.

Dabi stared at him for a moment, emotionless, before he grinned wickedly and blew the remainder of the smoke in his face,

“Do you?”

Hawks scrunched his nose and coughed, whisking away the smoke with a disgusted grunt. He then watched Dabi as he made his way out of the room, but was surprised when he turned to address the hero a final time,

“We’re even now, got that? Don’t even think of trying that shit with me again.”

With that, he disappeared deeper into the hideout. Hawks couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips. He shook his head and casually left the building, taking into the air with a swift flap of his wings. He cringed when the air hit his feathers, they still felt a bit sensitive.

As he flew back to his own home, he thought about the conversation he and Dabi just had. He didn’t know what to make of most of it. How did they go from tickling to a serious discussion about fate and paths in their own lives?

…Did he regret his own choices?

Hawks sighed and shook the thoughts out of his head. He was a hero, Dabi was a villain, and there was no way to change that. Even if there were moments where Dabi felt like a genuine human being, even if he felt like he was actually bonding with him, he couldn’t allow that to cloud his judgment. He was on a mission, and he would see it through to the end. 

His chest felt tight again.

[tired-and-ticklish]

Charlie Morningstar TK Headcanons

Ler

Loves tickling as a bonding exercise and is very gentle most of the time

Sometimes, however, she can become the Hotel's most feared tickle monster (After Alastor, of course)

Found out Vaggie was ticklish by accident. During one time where Vaggie was tickling her, Charlie shot her hand out and squeezed the ex-angel's side, causing her to squeal.

She loves drawing, and she love drawing on people even more

She draws on people's stomachs a lot, and draws things she thinks match them (Example: Card suits on Husk, hearts and cute little pig faces on Angel, bows or Xs and Os (hugs and kisses) on Vaggie, etc)

A big tickle game person (having someone try to hold still, or playing tic-tac-toe on someone's stomach)

When in demon form, she uses her tail to tickle people

Will do a 'bubble hug' to people. Basically, hugging them/lifting them so her face is near their stomach, and then raspberrying them to cheer the person up.

"Come on, it's called the 'Happy Hotel' for a reason!"

Lee

Canonically ticklish, and not at all shy about it.

Lucifer and Lilith would often tickle her to cheer her up

Worst spots: Hooves, Tail, Hips, Ears, and Neck

Vaggie can't resist giving her so many tickly neck kisses

If you really get her laughing, Charlie will eventually bleat like a goat, much to her own embarrassment

Mainly tickled by Vaggie, Lucifer (when they make up), and Alastor.

She's all for any kinds of tickling: Soft, rough, games, doesn't matter, she'll love it.

Most of the time she asks when she's in a lee mood, but sometimes she likes to play around and annoy people into tickling her.

Absolutely screams when Vaggie tickles her with her wings (Once she gets those back)

Can be a brat sometimes

"Hehehe... is that... all you got?"

[mystwrites]

For tickle fic sentences prompt list

11: "Can I tickle you"

18: "What kind of a question is that"

Ler Tanjiro and Lee Giyuu? Please

A/N: Enjoy! I’m sorry this took a while. Due to the demand for Demon Slayer and how exhausted/busy I’ve been, I’m only going to write one more of these. I will however be posting works for test run fandoms so be on the lookout!

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t bother reading)

“C-Can I tickle you?”

“Mm?”

Immediately, Tanjiro wanted to crawl into a hole and never emerge again. Asking Giyuu was normally not a stressful process considering he was closer to Giyuu than any of the other Hashira. Giyuu and Tanjiro knew each other the longest and had a special bond with one another. Considering Giyuu was extremely patient with Tanjiro, was shocked to suddenly feel so embarrassed for asking a simple question.

“What kind of question is that?” Giyuu replied, adding more to Tanjiro’s embarrassment.

“I-uhhhh…it’s just that you always tickle me and uhhh…you know what…forget I ever asked that! I apologize!” Tanjiro stammered, bowing apologetically before attempting to run off.

Giyuu placed a hand on the boy’s green and black checkered haori and gave him a soft, gentle look. It was a look that was specifically only saved for Tanjiro and Nezuko and Tanjiro relaxed significantly.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t tickle me back, did I?” Giyuu said, giving Tanjiro’s hair a playful ruffle. “Go ahead and do your best. I’m not that ticklish.”

Much to the teen’s surprise, Giyuu took off his haori and lay on his back with his hands resting under his head. He seemed so relaxed and Tanjiro supposed that it would be okay. Sitting next to Giyuu, he started at his ribs, gently tweaking the bones and gasping when Giyuu let out a soft squeak the instant he was touched.

“You lied to me, Giyuu san!” Tanjiro exclaimed, digging all ten fingers into Giyuu’s ribs. “How dare you lie to me! I’m hurt!”

Laughing, Giyuu grabbed Tanjiro’s wrists and held him back, weakening the more Tanjiro fought to tickle him.

“Y-you ahahare such a trouble mahahaker, Tanjir-OOOHOHOHO!! GEHEHET YOUR HAHAHANDS OUTTA MY AHAHARMPITS!!” Giyuu cried, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No way! You always tickle me!” Tanjiro quipped, hands flying to each ticklish spot Giyuu could possibly have. “This is my revenge!”

The sound of Giyuu’s laughter filled the late afternoon as Tanjiro tickled his sides. His hands tickled anywhere they could. His neck, armpits, hips, tummy and knees weren’t spared. Hysterical, Giyuu wanted to escape but to him, it was a well needed break from the reality of the world. He knew that his cheeks were bright red and that Tanjiro was tickling him with the same amount of mercy he’d give the younger but it was too much to handle.

Seeing the tears threatening to spill, Tanjiro stopped and helped Giyuu sit up. Hugging his friend, Tanjiro smiled, looking as innocent as he could and shrieked as Giyuu suddenly grabbed the back of his neck, squeezing gently but with enough pressure to make the touch tickle.

“Nice job, kiddo…you managed to make me laugh!” Giyuu chuckled, pulling Tanjiro onto his lap. “But don’t think you can get away unscathed!”

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

I lost the request but I believe an anon asked for a Striker tickle fic from Helluva so I deliver!

I took a gamble on the Lee and Ler (it wasn’t specified) so I’m sorry if I got it wrong 😭

Sweet Revenge

Summary: Blitzø gets payback on Striker for birdnapping and hurting Stolas

C.W: Swearing, incredibly rushed 😭

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“He can get hurt..?” Blitz murmured as he, Mille, Moxxie, and Loona watched Stolas get carried into the clinic on a stretcher. “Yes sir we found him severely injured in Striker’s hideout.” Moxxie remarked and quickly Blitz’s face became angry.

“He did that to Stolas?” Blitz repeated, not sure if he heard Moxxie correctly but his suspicions were confirmed when Moxxie nodded, “Will he be okay?” Mille questioned a doctor who walked outside.

“His Majesty should be just fine, he just needs to stay here for a few weeks to recover.” The doctor replied and all four of them let out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you sir!” Mille told him and he bowed before walking back inside.

“Thank goodness he’ll be okay.” Mille remarked and the others nodded before Blitz started walking towards the hospital. “Where are you going sir?” Moxxie asked him, jogging to catch up with him. “I’m going to visit Stolas you guys wait here.” Blitz told them and Moxxie halted his jogging, watching the other imp disappear inside.

“Hey lady.” Blitz called to the front desk receptionist who looked up from her computer. “Yes sir how can I help you?” The woman asked him as he reached her counter.

“I’d like to visit Prince Stolas mind telling me what room he’s in?” Blitz asked her and she nodded, turning back to her computer and typing in a few things before returning her gaze to him with a smile.

“His Majesty is in room 213.” She told him and he began walking away, “Thanks lady.” Blitz told her over his shoulder, starting for the elevator. Once inside a few other demons joined him and he pressed the button for floor two and they ascended.

Once they reached the floor Blitz stepped out and wandered down the hall until he located room 213. He creaked open the door and nearly gasped as he saw Stolas’ fragile frame wrapped in bandages and hunched over in the hospital bed but once he heard the door open he looked up and his face brightened.

“Blitzyy!” Stolas chirped and Blitz rolled his eyes before entering the room and shutting the door behind him. “How’re you feeling dumbass?” Blitz asked Stolas as he waved his hand and the room brightened.

“Quite well I’m just happy I managed to survive.” Stolas replied and Blitz nodded. “What all did that cowboy prick do to you?” Blitz asked him and he placed a hand on his beak in thought then he started rattling off all the things Striker did to him and by the end of it Blitz looked livid.

“Oh would you look at that Moxxie’s calling I gotta hit the road hope you feel better Stolas!” Blitz called over his shoulder, hearing a goodbye from the prince as he exited, shutting the door behind him.

After leaving the hospital room Blitz marched down the hallway, into the elevator, down the elevator, through the lobby and out the doors where Mille, Moxxie and Loona were still waiting.

“So how’d it go is he okay?” Mille asked him, jumping up but quickly halting as she saw the look on his face. “Oh he’s fine. It’s Striker who’s not going to be. Get in.” Blitz snapped at them and they all piled into the van and took off back towards the I.M.P headquarters.

“What happened sir?” Moxxie spoke up but Blitz kept his eyes trained on the road, a furious expression on his face. “Stolas told me what the bastard did to him and let me tell you Moxx I’m going to make him pay.” Blitz replied and Moxxie quickly understood, settling back in his seat.

“What did the cowboy dude even do to make you this mad?” Loona piped up and Blitz explained everything just as Stolas had to him on the way and by the time they got back to the headquarters everyone’s mouths were hanging open with that same angry look on their faces.

“Oh no one messes with His Majesty and gets away with it.” Mille snapped, cracking her knuckles but Blitz held up a hand. “As much as I appreciate it Millie Striker knows me best from the last time we met so I think I have to deal with this on my own.” Blitz remarked, leaving the van and walking towards the building with everyone in tow.

“Now wait just a minute Blitz you can’t just rush in there blindly you need to come up with a plan first.” Loona reminded him and he spun on a heel to look at her and snapped his fingers. “Oh you’re right Loony thank you!” Blitz told her and she rolled her eyes, going on her phone.

Back inside of the building Blitz immediately went to his desk and gathered up a pen and some paper and rushed over to sit Mille and Moxxie on the couch before sitting across from them.

“Okay you two I’m going to need your help here. You guys faced Striker how does this son of a bitch fight?” Blitz asked them and they exchanged glances before thinking for a moment.

“Well sir Striker is very fast.” Moxxie noted and nearly began laughing at the aggressive pen scribbling he heard. “Oh and he is good with weaponry.” Millie piped up, smirking at the same aggressive pen scribbling. “Okay what else?” Blitz asked them, tail snapping in agitation as he practically interrogated them.

“Hmm..” Millie thought for a moment before snapping her fingers in realization, “Striker’s tail is strong and it’s got spikes on it so steer clear of his tail.” Millie told Blitz and the imp jotted that down as well. “Got it thanks you two!” Blitz called over his shoulder as he stood and rushed into his office.

Time for some planning.

~*~

Now at the Royal Palace apparently Stella had somehow overheard Stolas’s and Blitz’s conversation and now she knew what Blitz was going to do so she called Striker.

“Pick up the phone damnit.” Stella swore but after the second ring the line picked up and a heavy accented southern voice came from the other line.

“Hello?” Striker spoke from the other line, “What took you so damn long to pick up?!” Stella shouted at him and she heard the imp audibly sigh. “My apologies ma’am I was busy dealing with another ‘client’ what do you need?” Striker asked her and she started chuckling.

“You best be careful imp boy I overheard my “husband” and his imp talking about you, they’re plotting against you because of what happened to Stolas so I would advise being careful.” Stella told him and the line was silent for a moment before he spoke again, “Will do thanks for the heads up.” Striker told her and she scoffed.

“Yeah yeah just take care of that other imp, I’m counting on you.” Stella snapped at him and the line went dead. Guess we’ll see what happens.

~*~

Back at the I.M.P headquarters Blitz sat in his office racking his brain for ideas, by now the trash can in the corner of the room was full of balled up pieces of paper and still the imp had no ideas.

Blitz reviewed the information that Moxxie and Millie had given him and so far it’d gotten him nowhere. The part he was stuck at was that Striker is fast, and Blitz isn’t really the sharpest tool in the shed so what could he do without getting his ass handed to him?

Mille had also noted that Striker had spikes on his tail and he hummed thoughtfully before bringing his tail in front of him with a thought. Last time he fought Striker he heard rattling from him and slight hissing so Striker resembled a rattlesnake, how did they fight?

Blitz knew that he didn’t fully resemble a rattlesnake and Striker fought with g*ns but that was his problem. He’s seen how well Striker could fight with a g*n and he just didn’t have that level of experience and getting k!lled was not on his agenda today.

Then Blitz got an idea, he was going to go visit Stolas again to see if he could get anymore information out of him and then go to the Wrath Ring to maybe get something to help prepare him, maybe like some armor or something.

Standing up from his desk with a new idea Blitz kicked down his door catching the attention of the rest of the I.M.P. “I have an idea motherfuckers! I’ll be back with some revenge but until then Moxxie don’t be a disappointment for once and hold down the fort for me!” Blitz called over his shoulder and nearly started laughing at the look on Moxxie’s face as he left the building.

Now out of the building Blitz then got in the van and drove down to the hospital, arriving there a few minutes later and walking inside like he owned the place, tail swishing behind him as he walked towards the elevator.

Once he again reached the second floor he opened the door to Stolas’ room and caught the owl’s attention. “Heya Stolas.” Blitz remarked, sauntering over and sitting in a nearby chair. “Hello Blitz!” Stolas chirped, “What brings you back here?” He finished, tail flicking behind him.

“I need your help, I need you to tell me what Striker uses and how to take him down.” Blitz replied, pulling out a pen and notepad from seemingly nowhere. Stolas hummed in thought, placing a hand on his beak for a moment before turning to look at Blitz again.

“Well I do know he doesn’t play fair at all and he has this magic-disabling rope.” Stolas told the imp and the regular furious pen scratching returned before he looked back up, “I also know that he’s working for my scum of a ‘wife’” Stolas grumbled, angry raven chitters escaping him at the mention of Stella.

“Is that all?” Blitz spoke up, snapping Stolas out of his annoyed state and he thought for a moment before answering. “Yes I believe so, if you go to fight him please do be careful.” Stolas told the imp and he waved the owl off, “Yeah yeah I will thanks Stolas!” Blitz called over his shoulder, leaving the hospital room and shutting the door behind him.

Now having most of the information he needed Blitz now had one goal. Get to the Wrath Ring and find something that could help him take down Striker.

Blitz walked down the hall, into and down the elevator and out the doors of the clinic to get in the van and make his way down to the train station.

It was a bit of a drive but it would take him to the Wrath Ring so he didn’t really mind. Once there he parked the van and walked up to the navigation sign, locating the direction in which to go for Wrath and heading that way, just making it onto the train before it left.

Blitz found his spot on the train and sat down, the Wrath Ring was about a 15 minute train ride so he settled and looked out the window. “The hell are you looking at lady?” Blitz snapped at a random demon just staring at him but she averted her gaze when he snapped at her.

Now all he could do was wait for the train to arrive, but until then he could plan.

~*~

“The Wrath Ring?!” Striker snapped at Stella over the phone who’d just told him about Blitz’s plan, tail snapping angrily behind him. “That’s what I told you is it not?!” Stella shouted back at him and he regained his composure before speaking to her again.

“Yes ma’am my apologies for the outburst it’s just not what I expected.” Striker told her, adopting a more formal tone with her which she scoffed at.

“That’s what I thought, take care of that imp or you’ll be next.” Stella threatened him and he groaned inwardly, he did not have time for her petty shenanigans but nevertheless he nodded and answered. “Yes ma’am consider it done.” Striker told her and hung up the phone, let’s see how long it would take this imp to arrive.

~~~~

Now in the Wrath Ring since the train had arrived just moments before Blitz wandered down the streets of the city, looking for some kind of armory shop and was pleased to have found one almost immediately, walking in and being greeted by the shopowner.

“Hello imp what brings you to my fine establishment today?” The shopkeeper asked him and he stared at the owner, “I’m looking for some armor. Something strong, something protective.” Blitz told him and he snickered a little.

“Ahh well I have just the thing for you, come this way.” The shopkeeper crooned, leading Blitz to the back where he showed him a large armor set engraved with steel. “Oooh yeah I’ll take that!” Blitz grinned at the armor, purchasing it from the shop and leaving back towards the train station.

Blitz arrived at the train station a few minutes later but not without a couple scratches from some demons wanting to start a fight with him but this is the Wrath Ring what could he expect.

Once the train began boarding once more back to the Pride Ring Blitz got on and quickly found a seat to the long ride back to the Ring. This would be over shortly.

Back in the Pride Ring Blitz stepped off the train and located his van, stepping in and driving back to the I.M.P headquarters with his new armor.

His plan was to head to the headquarters first to show everyone and get ready and then head over to where Striker hid out, Stolas had given him directions when he’d visited the owl so getting there shouldn’t be a problem.

Blitz drove for a bit before returning to the building, going inside and up the stairs before kicking down the door catching Millie, Moxxie and Loona’s attention. “Oh nice this place isn’t on fire nice job Moxxie.” Blitz remarked, walking in and placing the case which held the armor on the couch.

“Thank you sir but what is that?” Moxxie questioned and Blitz grinned. “This Moxx is going to be what helps me take down that cowboy asshole.” Blitz replied and opened the case before taking the armor out to show him. Moxxie grinned upon seeing the set as Blitz put it away again.

“Oh you have to let me use that sometime in the future sir!” Moxxie exclaimed, tail swishing excitedly behind him and Blitz grinned, “I don’t know maybe I will.” Blitz told him and left towards his office, shutting the door and re-emerging a few moments later covered in his new armor and looking ready to go.

“Please be careful Blitz.” Millie told him and he smiled, “When am I ever not careful Millie? I’ll be fine.” Blitz told her, casting a look over his shoulder before walking out of the now just doorframe of the building and down to the van.

Now that he was ready to go face Striker he climbed in his van, double checking that he had everything before pulling out of the parking lot and driving away, “What the hell am I supposed to do once I get there? Stolas said this son of a bitch doesn’t play fair.” Blitz muttered to himself as he drove, reciting and attempting to remember the directions given to him.

“Meh I’ll be fine I’ll just wing it.” Blitz grinned to himself and continued driving, this couldn’t end well…

~~~~

Checking back in with Striker he apparently was laying out all his items in preparation for Blitz’s visit. Striker stood after laying his things out, looking at them. “Oh yeah this oughta do it.” Striker muttered to himself, admiring the trinkets when his phone rang.

His golden gaze wandered over to where his phone sat ringing on a crate, tail flicking curiously as he wandered closer and let out a deadbeat sigh and picked up the phone, answering it and flinching away at the shrilly voice that echoed from the other side.

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO PICK UP?!?!” Stella’s voice screeched from the other line and Striker sighed, “My apologies Your Highness I was preparing for Blitzø’s ‘visit’ what did you need?” Striker asked her, gaining his composure and using that same formal tone with her.

She scoffed before answering him making the snake facepalm. “The imp is on his way so make sure you are prepared Striker. I’m counting on you.” Stella snapped from the other end and he could practically hear her dainty feathers ruffling in indifference on the other end, “Yes ma’am consider it done.” Striker replied and she harrumphed before the line went dead.

What was he going to do with her.

~*~

Back with Blitz he was nearly there by now, driving the black van through the rocky terrain of the desert, Striker’s hideout was maybe around 10 minutes away and this was when Blitz started to worry.

“What if I don’t win this fight? What if he beats me and I can’t get back to Millie, Moxxie or my Loony?” Blitz muttered to himself, curling his tail around his leg as he drove but then shook himself out of his thoughts.

“No I’m the leader of the I.M.P and even though Striker claims to be the best assassin in the Wrath Ring I can beat him can’t I..?” Blitz trailed off but still keeping his eyes trained on the road.

“Come on Blitz stop thinking like this you’re going to win.” Blitz reprimanded himself and through at that muttering to himself he’d realized that he arrived. He was sitting in his van at the foot of Striker’s cave.

With a nervous breath he stepped out to the van and went to the foot of the cave, taking deep breaths as he walked as he reached the foot of the cave and was surprised to see a…minecart?

Blitz noticed that the minecart was on a rail that lead further into the cave so after staring at it a moment longer he reluctantly climbed into the cart, curling his tail around himself once more as the minecart jostled and took off down the rickety rail.

Blitz noticed that there were gaps in the rail and it worried him for a moment until he noticed that the minecart could jump the gaps and he settled until a few minutes later when the minecart hit the ground with a crash and he tumbled out of it.

“Oww!” Blitz exclaimed, standing up and brushing himself off before taking in his surroundings, he was in a cave with some discarded rails and signs everywhere.

“Bout time you showed up.” A deep southern voice spoke from the shadows and Blitz whipped around, looking for the source of the voice when his gaze landed on a pair of golden yellow eyes staring back at him.

The eyes then stepped out of the shadows and revealed the person Blitz had come here for all along. “Blitzø.” Striker smirked, tipping his hat to the other imp who sneered, tail snapping behind him, “The ø is silent asshole!” Blitz snarked at Striker but the cowboy waved him off.

“Yeah yeah you think I care about that? You didn’t come here to chit chat.” Striker remarked, pulling his hat off as Blitz used this opportunity, rushing forward and aiming for the jugular but Striker jumped out of the way and flipped Blitz off.

“Oh you son of a bitch.” Blitz snarled at Striker, flipping the other imp off just as he had done to Blitz “I’m going to get revenge on you for Stolas!” Blitz yelled at Striker from across the cave, Striker on the other hand just grinned and readied himself in a battle stance.

“Well then if you’re here for that then quit your standin around and actually fight me!” Striker exclaimed and just like that the first attack was served.

~~~~

Fight over and now on the ground, Blitz had Striker flat in his back on the ground, the smaller imp pinning the bigger down with his forearm pressed against his throat and the other arm lay on the ground. Striker’s tail had stabbed him in the back of the leg and his arms were planted firmly on the ground trying to sit up and get away but Blitz kept him down and unmoving.

“This…ends now..bitch!” Blitz exclaimed and was getting ready to deal the blow but unfortunately and fortunately for Striker Blitz had placed one of his hands and pressed down on Striker’s ribs for support and Striker’s tail had dislodged itself from Blitz and snapped in the air along with a slight hiss, his breath hitched as well and Blitz paused, staring at him with both confusion and curiosity whereas Striker looked mortified, hoping that Blitz wouldn’t catch onto what harbored that reaction.

“Well aren’t you gonna kill me?!” Striker snapped and Blitz removed his forearm much to Striker’s surprise and Blitz grinned, “Now wait a minute hotshot what was that?” Blitz asked him and Striker snarled, “Nothin now if you won’t kill me then let me go!” Striker’s voice caught in his throat with another quiet hiss as Blitz pressed down on his ribs agin and the imp’s face broke out into a wide smirk.

“Ohoho what have we here?” Blitz snarked and Striker’s tail began rattling, “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about but you better release me right now!” Striker snapped at Blitz and he tsked, “Oh no don’t play stupid with me ive seen this multiple times you’re not foolin anyone.” Blitz grinned and started actually attacking Striker’s ribs this time, scribbling and scratching over them and the older’s response died on his tongue as Blitz did so.

“F-Fuck ohoff!” Striker snapped at Blitz, clamping his mouth shut to avoid any of these ridiculous noises coming out of his mouth. Why him he’s supposed to be a skilled and dangerous assassin! Yet here he was, lying on the floor of his own cave being tickled and unable to move.

“Somethin wrong hotshot? Snake got your tongue~?” Blitz taunted Striker whose tail snapped in response. “Oh fuck yohou!” Striker snapped and Blitz chuckled in response, lifting himself from his earlier position and scribbling over Striker’s stomach making the other curl up, tail swishing and rattling in response.

“You enjoyin this big guy?” Blitz grinned and Striker flipped him off, trying to will his tail to stop moving but it wasn’t working so he settled with wrapping it around his leg but the tip still twitched much to his dismay. Then Blitz got an idea, the imp eyed the spines sticking out of Striker’s tail and reached out one hand to trace over them while the other hand stayed on his stomach, that’s what finally broke him.

His tail unfurled itself from his leg and started flicking at the touch as uncharacteristic giggles poured out of the other. “Fuhuhuhuck you leheheheave my tahahahail alohohone!” Striker snapped at Blitz and the imp shot him a smirk.

“Oh does this bother you?” Blitz taunted him, scratching gently at the space around the spines and Striker’s laughter picked up. “Yehehehes hahahahands ohohoff!” Striker snapped at Blitz who only waved his finger in Striker’s face before taking his hand away from his tail and worming both hands under the assassin’s arms causing him to kick, laughter picking up significantly as small hisses began making their way into his giggly speech.

“Sssstohohohop alreheheheady!” Striker snickered, face heating up at what just happened as Blitz paused for a moment. “Wait just a damn minute…you hiss when being tickled??” Blitz grinned and Striker averted his gaze with a middle finger, “Let me hear that again!” Blitz remarked and Striker’s eyes widened as he held his arms out in front of him but that gave Blitz an opportunity and he dug into Striker’s underarms as the cowboy jerked and slammed his arms down.

“Blihihihitzzzø!” Striker hissed and laughed harder as Blitz dug in harder, “The Ø is silent asshole!” Blitz grinned as Striker laughed harder at the mock-offended remark. “Ihihi dohohohon’t gihihive a ssssshihihihit!!” Striker snapped back through his laughter and Blitz started laughing as well because of the hissing.

“Thahat hissing is awesome dude!” Blitz remarked and Striker flipped him off again. “Well that’s not very nice is it?” Blitz remarked, taking his hands away from Striker’s underarms and moving them higher to the base of his horns, scratching gently at the space there and Striker tried batting the offending hands away but Blitz wouldn’t let him.

“Good spot hotshot?” Blitz grinned as Striker’s laughter died down to giggles but they still stayed strong. “Sssshuhuhut the fuhuhuhuck uhuhup!” Striker hissed but Blitz moved back down to scribble over his sides and Striker’s laughter picked up again.

“Well there is a way you can get out of this alive.” Blitz hummed, over exaggerating it and nearly laughing when Striker’s eyes flew open. “Tehehell mehehehe!” Striker demanded and Blitz made a show with his hands, momentarily pulling away to allow the imp to hear what he had to say.

“Here’s the thing. I want you to take back what you did and apologize to me about what you did to Stolas.” Blitz replied and Striker’s gaze hardened. “No..wahay.” Striker snapped at Blitz and he raised a brow.

“You sure bout that asshole? I could let you go now if you apologize before things get loud~” Blitz taunted and Striker’s eyes narrowed in suspicion before snapping back, “No. Way.” Striker snarled at Blitz shrugged, “Suit yourself!” Blitz chirped before snaking his hands behind Striker and using his claws to scribble over Striker’s back.

Immediately Striker’s eyes widened at the new feeling and he bucked before bursting out laughing, Blitz obviously finding his worst spot. “HOHOHOW IN THEHE HEHEHELL?!” Striker still managed to sound confused through his hysterics and Blitz shrugged, moving up to Striker’s upper back making him curl up.

“This is the spot you were trying so hard to protect when I started this, don’t be so obvious next time.” Blitz replied so casual which somehow made Striker laugh even harder. “OHOHOHO FUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOU LEHEHET ME GOHOHO!!” Striker screeched and Blitz grinned.

“Not till you apologize!” Blitz chirped and Striker flipped him off for what felt like the hundredth time that day, “JUHUHUHUST LEHEHET ME GOHOHO DAHAHAMNIT!!” Striker snapped and Blitz shifted down to his lower back, skittering over the skin there and around his now swishing tail, that’s what finally broke him.

“OHOKAHAHAY YOU AHAHASS YOU WIHIHIN IM SOHOHORRY JUHUHUST LAHAHAY OHOHOFF THE TAHAHAHAIL!!” Striker cackled as Blitz had now begun skittering over his tail with his claws but quickly pulled away and stood up upon hearing the apology.

“See now that wasn’t so hard was it?” Blitz teased Striker and he snarled, tail still swishing from a few minutes ago as he let out the residual giggles and caught his breath. Striker then flipped Blitz off again and imp chuckled.

“Yeah yeah you’ve shown me that like 5 times today, really gotta be going tho, see ya bitch!” Blitz called as he somehow made his exit from the cave leaving Striker with one thought.

What was he gonna tell Stella?

~*~

About 25 minutes later back at the I.M.P headquarters Blitz walked through the door and collapsed on the couch with a sigh. “So how’d it go? Did you beat him?” Millie asked Blitz, her, Moxxie and Loona gathering around the couch to hear Blitz’s response.

“Oh yeah I kicked his ass, in a bit of a unique way though but I can say that that asshole likely won’t be messing with us again anytime soon.” Blitz told them and Moxxie spoke up, “What did you do to him?” Moxxie asked him and Blitz waved him off.

“You know Moxx a business leader should never reveal their plans.” Blitz told him and he heard Moxxie’s halfhearted whines of “Come on tell me!” But he drowned those out and relaxed knowing that he’d been the one to take that prick down a few pegs.

(Woah long one again I know there wasn’t a setting in the Wrath Ring yet but I just figured that’s how an interaction in that ring would go but hope you enjoyed! ^^’)