#Ler!Candle

[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💔💔

[mosaic-hunter]

I NEED LEE CLOVER SO MUCHH AAAAAAAA (Ler can be any of the III newbies

i love thme so muchh

[cutesmokes]

She does this constantly and silver absolutely deserves it.

She likes playing witch doctor~

Day 18: magic

[giggleeqween]

stares at you

Lee Candle and Ler Clover

really proud of how this turned out :3

also, thanks for giving me the idea (/gen). i had art block and really wanted to draw 🙃

the silly lil platonic lesbians <33

[giggle-bee]

Triple Threat (Squealing Santa 2023!)

Hi, @hakurei-k, I'm your Santa for this year! Sorry this is a little late, but I hope you still enjoy it! It was a challenging prompt since I don't typically write intense stuff with multiple lers, but it was a fun fic to do, and I'm so happy I got you!! I also want to thank @squealing-santa, Hypah, for being such an amazing host!! Couldn't have done it without you, thank you for keeping the tradition alive!

(Ler!Barbatos, Ler!Solomon, Ler!Simeon, Lee!MC)

Warnings: pranks, suprise tickles

Summary: Barbatos has a day off but doesn't know how to spend it. How better to than with you? Mediating a prank war wasn't in the plans, though.

Word Count: 1.8k

When Diavolo had first approached Barbatos about taking the day off, he was against the idea. “My Lord, the New Year’s celebration is not far away. The castle must be prepared for guests, there is much work to be done-” “Exactly my thoughts! You’ve been working tirelessly, my friend, you deserve some time to yourself. It’s my castle, I want to have part in the decorating! Besides, I know you’ve been keeping an eye on that new tea house. Take the day and relax, Barbatos.”

Diavolo patted him on the back and left Barbatos standing in his office, lost for words and with a blank mind for the first time in a while. For anyone else, the opportunity would be a blessing, to leave your duties behind and pay attention to the parts of your life neglected. All Barbatos could think about was the castle in a state of disarray, clashing colors, decorations strewn haphazardly about the place, anything less than perfect was not acceptable.

However, Diavolo’s pout if he figured out Barbatos was still working during his break was too heartbreaking to think about. Barbatos sighed, pulling out his DDD and pulling up his messages with you.

Barbatos MC, would you like to join me at Witch’s Brew this afternoon? My schedule has been cleared. 

MC Oh? Is that the new tea place across from Majolish? I would love to!

Barbatos Alright. See you at noon. 

Witch’s Brew was a quaint shop that sold both loose leaf teas, tea sets, and delicious desserts. To a demon like Barbatos, it was heaven. The aroma of dried flowers and warmth tickled his nose as he opened the door, sitting down at a small table with a candle in the middle. It was peaceful here, soft music playing over the speakers and setting a light ambience to the space. Ordering some tea for the both of you would be his first order of business. The fragrant notes of hibiscus and lemon called to him from behind the counter, he would bring it back to the table piping hot and waiting. 

A smile came across his lips as he imagined you taking the first sip, your eyes lighting up at the sweet flavor- rich and floral with a hint of tart to balance it. The thought was almost as sweet as you were. The tinkling of the doorbell made Barbatos glance up hopefully from his cup, eyes alight when he saw you. But you weren’t carefree and jubilant as usual. He picked up on the nervous glances you were sending around the room, your hesitant steps towards the table, and most of all, you hadn’t greeted him with so much as a smile yet. Quite unusual. 

“Ah, hello Barbatos! Sorry I’m late,” you whispered, smoothing your clothes and sitting in the chair he pulled out for you. The demon cocked an eyebrow at your behavior, instantly analyzing your expression. He knew something was up.

“Would you like to tell me what is obviously bothering you? You look like someone is out to get you.”

“Ahaha… well…” You scratched your arm, averting your gaze and peering down into the teacup. “You could say that.” You chose to elaborate on the prank war currently going on in Purgatory Hall, the one you had started a week ago. Luke had voted on staying out of things, which meant you, Solomon, and Simeon would have to prank amongst yourselves.

Pulling out all the stops this morning, you had set up several pillows to fall onto Simeon’s head, covering him in feathers. You had swiped one of Solomon’s singing potions earlier in the week and mixed it into a batch of cookies, which had him singing curses for the next hour. You had found these harmless pranks extremely funny, but both Solomon and Simeon were sure to get you back. 

“So that’s why I have to stay vigilant! They could be anywhere, Barbatos, I have to keep a lookout,” you explained, taking a sip of your tea. The flavor was complex and delicate, a nice reprieve from the chaos going on with your friends. You melted into the warm drink, nodding at the teapot, “This was a good pick, thank you for letting me try it!”

Barbatos shook his head with a fond smile. He knew you were “I believe tea is better when shared in good company, so it’s my pleasure.” Pouring you two another cup, he thought on your predicament. If Solomon and Simeon were working together, it could spell disaster for everyone in Purgatory Hall.

Humming in thought, Barbatos finished his tea and set the cup down gently onto a saucer. “Can I escort you back? Like I said, my schedule is clear for the day, so it would be no trouble. That way, you won’t have to worry about anything on your way,” he offered. Barbatos knew they would never do anything to harm you, but if it would make you feel better, it was worth it.

You perked up, relief washing over your face. “I would appreciate it, those two like to scare me as much as it is.”

Taking a dessert to go, you and Barbatos left the teahouse and started the journey back to the House of Lamentation. On the way, you talked about everything from next year’s classes to Satan’s newest cat adoption antics. Barbatos felt at ease talking to you, as he always did. His worries for the celebration faded with every step as he let you take the wheel of the conversation. Before you knew it, you two were on the doorstep. 

“Thank you for walking me here, Barbs. We need to do this again sometime!” You opened the door and were about to wave goodbye when two arms pulled you into the foyer. Barbatos quickly moved inside, surprised by the sight that greeted him. 

Solomon and Simeon had trapped you in their arms, encircling you like twin felines playing a game of cat and mouse. Solomon’s deadly smirk was something you knew all too well, paired with Simeon’s laughing eyes, they had been out to get you from the start. “You fell right into our trap, MC~” Simeon purred in your ear, watching your eyes flit between the trio of people in the room. Well, one human, one angel, and one demon. The mischievous fire in Solomon’s eyes appeared anything *but* human to you in this moment. 

Solomon looked to the demon at the door, “What do you think is a fitting punishment for our friend here, Barbatos?” 

Barbatos slowly stepped forward until he was in front of you three, assessing the situation. “Seeing as they’ve confessed their transgressions to me already, I believe something… like this will suffice,” Barbatos reasoned, grinning at your shocked face.

“Barbatos! You’re supposed to be on my side- HEY!” Barbatos wormed his hand between you and Simeon to give your side a squeeze, making you curl into Solomon. Simeon started to snicker at the idea, using his free hand to scribble around your neck while Solomon’s smile grew wolfish. “I think that’s a great idea, don’t you think so, MC?” 

You were trying not to react to Simeon’s gentle scribbles, your cheeks puffing out and your lips pouting to hide your smile. “N-no! Not a great idea! Barbatos- help me!”

Raising an eyebrow, the demon tilted his head to the side, “You want me to help? Alright, I can manage that. After all, I have no obligations today, I can spend as much time as I want here.”

Barbatos latched onto your sides, kneading into them with sudden speed and vigor that you weren’t prepared for. Your straight faced facade went flying out the window as you tried to wiggle away from the tickles to no avail. Solomon and Simeon seemed to have the same idea, the angel’s fingers finding a home in your armpits and Solomon’s squeezing at your hipbones. “WHAHAHAIT! NOhOHoO!” 

You had endured tickle attacks from all three of them separately, but together, the trio was insufferably good at reducing you to a laughing fit. They continued to scribble and poke all over your worst spots, Simeon finding a good spot on your lower tummy that almost sent you backwards. Every time you got used to something, one of them would move, sending you into giggles all over again. 

“I almost forgot how ticklish they are! Solomon, keep that up,” Simeon laughed with delight at how you squirmed away from Solomon’s evil hands that were currently chasing your ribs. “If I were you, I would stay still- it would be done a looooot faster!” Solomon chirped from your left, tazing your ribs and making you fall into Barbatos’s waiting arms.

“Your laugh is almost as sweet as the tea, you know,” Barbatos whispered quietly, kneading into your lower back and sides, chuckling when you tried to pull away with a blush. Simeon gasped and excitedly pulled you away, hugging you tight against his chest. 

“Theres this thing I used to do to Luci when he would misbehave, let me show you!” He closed his eyes and you felt invisible feathers gliding across your ears and neck, making you scrunch up. The feathers seemed to reach all of your worst spots, soft but they tickled like hell. When you felt one graze the bottom of your foot, you squeaked in surprise, how was this even possible? Simeon’s laugh sounded like bells, contrasting with your loud and squealy one. “I cAhAHaAHaN’t! PlEHehAHeaSe!” 

He slowed down the feathers of his wings to softly stroke up and down your arms, letting you collapse into him. Solomon ruffled your hair, “You all tired out? I think it’s payback for making me sing through all of breakfast. Simeon looked like a fancy chicken this morning,” he laughed. Simeon rolled his eyes, “Did you learn your lesson, MC? Never mess with Purgatory Hall, or you’ll awaken the tickle monsters that live there!” He tapped your nose, taking note of your lingering smile and flushed cheeks. He grinned and gave you a hug, releasing you. 

Barbatos had his hands behind his back, almost like he hadn’t contributed to your ticklish demise. “The cake is still outside, would you like me to bring it in?” His sly smirk didn’t go unnoticed, you nodded, rolling your eyes. “You were supposed to help me!”

“I never said I would help you. Besides, I think you deserved a little prank back for the ones you performed,” he noted, bringing the slice of matcha cake inside. 

With a sigh, you took the bag, holding out the delectable sweet. “How about a truce? Do you guys wanna split this?” All three of them nodded, causing you to smile. As you made your way towards the den, Barbatos concluded that his day off was a day well spent.

[jarhrjoo]

I feel da request

Gib me a classic leeeeeeeeeeee

Candle and ler Clover and cabby

((just take the Clover ler if you don't accept two lers

TEHYRE CU TIESSS💕💕💕

[hearted-anon]

Perfect gift

Words: 1.4k Note: I want to write lee changbin. THEIR SMILES HELLO? T/w: No restraints, but it is intense..a bit of sad before happy Lee: Jisung Ler: Channie

Tears welled up in Jisung's eyes, his pupils widening as they focused on the sight in front of him. The cheesecake that he grasped in his hands, decorated prettily even with tiny strawberries at the side to display how sweet their leader was, almost toppled over when he saw the oldest still hyper-fixated onto his computer. Today was Chan's birthday, no surprise to the members as they decorated the cake with candles beautifully lit to make the word '52', suggested by none other than the puppy himself to get a laugh from their leader who worked tirelessly day and night for them to succeed and pull through to what they were today.

But apparently it was a surprise to the birthday man himself.

"Hyung, why are you alone?" The quokka waddled over slowly, sniffling as he grasped the birthday cake tightly in his hands, struggling to see the expression of his leader's face with his eyes completely clouded with tears. He didn't understand, the one day Bangchan gets a break from the endless and tiring loop from never ending work, bending and breaking his back over and over for his members, just to not stop the cycle and work on a come back? The one day stray kids knew the leader would be happy, was spent in a studio ensuring things were going to go smoothly, isolated into a lonely room where his thought echoed eerily instead of being out with them, it shattered his heart.

"Sung? What's wrong?" Chan's eyes widened as he saw the teary eyed ace, immediately grabbing the delicious cheesecake he eyed for a moment before cuddling the boy in his arms. He was oblivious, of course he was, submitting to the world of his musicality before anything else to realise what was happening. His heart wrenched with guilt, squeezing the quokka tightly in his arms as he desperately tried to comfort him through all the confusion that wracked his brain to pieces.

"You're working alone...on your birthday..." Jisung mumbled softly, looking up at Chan with those shiny, teary eyes that never failed to melt and break his heart in two. In mere milliseconds the leader babbled and pleaded apologies, snuggling the boy close and placing about a million chaste kisses to those full cheeks, making the quokka flush and shy away from the sudden affection that overwhelmed. That was unfair, it was the older's birthday, and here he was being spoiled after crying for his leader too, he didn't want to seem needy.

"Hyung! Stop pampering me, it's your birthday, enjoy the gifts outside and the delicious cake we have for you.." The younger squeaked out, trying to squirm his way out of the warm hug that the kangaroo was persistent on keeping him hostage in. Bangchan pouted when Jisung eventually did manage to slip away from his tight grasp, shaking his head and whining like a baby when Han tried his best to convince the leader to even try the cake.

Letting out a groan, the quokka slumps down to his knees, feeding himself a spoon of the cheesecake they worked so hard to bake. His eyes lit up, it tasted absolutely delicious, the sweet treat tempting him to try more as he stared hungrily at the cake. Chan, being the curious baby leader he was, wobbled over to the cake, staring at the candles. It took him a moment to realise what the candles spelt out, his look of curiosity quickly turning into mischievous as he snapped his head to Jisung.

"Han Jisung, want to explain why the candles spell out '52'?" Chan smiled innocently, walking over to the quokka who was quick to try and scramble away watching the leader hold his arms so outstretched towards him. Curse Seungmin, now the blame was all on him! Eventually, the younger was cornered against the wall, shaking his head and sputtering out apologies in a hurry despite having not even done anything, he just didn't want whatever the leader was planning to punish him with.

"Remember when you said you had a gift for me? I have the perfect idea of what I want." Bangchan chuckled lowly before lunging directly at Han, who screamed bloody murder as he tried to get away from the older's clutches. Alas, he wasn't strong enough, his arms eventually giving out and letting himself be dragged away to what he thought were the pits of hell itself, it really just was the couch where Chan continued to seemingly innocently cuddle the younger, who had his back pressed against the kangaroo's chest.

That was until he felt a cold breeze hit his tummy to realise it was too late to stop the inevitable. With a loud squeal he crashed back into the older's chest, feeling an unbearable tingling sensation as he felt nails clawing gently and squishing at his doughy tummy, making him screech and cackle. The quokka tried his best to push at the kangaroo's hands to no avail, it made him regret eating all the cheesecake batter from before.

"HYUHUHUHNG! WHY?! P-PLEAHAHAHA!" The younger wails out, kicking his feet in the ticklish agony which only brought him closer into Chan's chest, making him chuckle lowly.

"You're going to be my gift, since I'm 52 this year, why not we go with 52 minutes? Hm?" Bangchan coos softly right into Jisung's ear, making him squeak and shudder away at the warmth breath. His eyes cracked open in surprise at the words he just heard, 52 minutes of this?! Han prayed that his funeral would be ready once this was over as the words rang soundly in his ears.

Another squeal tore his throat when those long nails found their way to the little blob of fat he had that curled cutely when he sat, kneading, scribbling and poking around the area. Now he knew why Changbin screeched whenever the members went around the area to be a reminder of how adorable he was (hint..), it drove the poor quokka absolutely ballistic.

"GAHAHA! NOHOHO! HYUHUHUNG NAHAHAT THERE!" He squeaked and squirmed, trying his best to pry the hands that tortured his tummy endlessly that seemed to be glued to his bare skin, stamping his feet onto the couch in a desperate attempt to somewhat relieve the sensations.

"Cutie with a pudge on their tummy, just like our dear Binnie! Hm, maybe someday I'll see both of those adorable little patches of skin..." The older smirks at the way Jisung's face turned a bright red enough to be an apple, hiding it away in his hands. If he couldn't stop the invading fingers, why not make them useful? Alas, Bangchan didn't like what was happening, shoving those torturous fingers right into the younger's armpits, digging cruelly in deep circles right in the middle, causing his arms to snap right back to his sides with a shriek.

"NAHAHAH! I CAHAHAN'T! HYUHAHAHAH!" The gummy smile was now right on display for Chan to admire, making him smile with admiration as Han's eyes crinkled with the ear splitting grin, tempting Chan to imitate along with him.

"You can't possibly be tired! There’s still 47 more minutes of this…” The older feigned being upset, pouting at Jisung’s demise, well if he could see it anyway. The quokka only desperately shook his head, he knew that timer wasn’t going to last, trying to roll away, arch his back away from those stupid fingers that tormented him to no end.

“There’s that gummy smile, now what if I..” Nothing would’ve prepared Han for the ear piercing shriek he let out when he felt lips attach right onto the top of his ribs, those fingers kneading and drilling right into his hip bones. He threw his head back onto Chan’s shoulder, tears of mirth streaming down his face as he laughter turned raspy and hoarse. He bucked his hips when they went right into the dip, knuckling roughly as those lips felt like they blew forever.

Eventually it all came to a stop, Bangchan simply settling for continuing to cuddling the quokka with a bottle of water in his hand for the both of them, peppering his face in more kisses to dry away the tears. Jisung of course tried to fight against that, but seeing that fingers drummed against his sides whenever he tried, he knew there was no point in trying.

The members rushed into the room right after, throwing confetti absolutely everywhere that narrowly missed the cake, also throwing themselves onto the duo in the process. Cake was shared, giggles were among the members, and most importantly,

Chan had the best gift of them all, care. And maybe Jisung had snitched on who really wrote those candles, eager for revenge.

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

So my friend Bee jus said "So what if the Once-ler was Silver Spoon.. and what if Candle was the Lorax.."

I swear.

[bubblyyeety]

meditation

i got a bit lazy on this one agghh sorrey

[renjouu]

Could I request some lee Niki and ler jay from enhypen? Maybe because Niki kept calling his hyung old or something?

— A MAKNAE’S PUNISHMENT —

POSITIONS: LER! JAY X LEE! NIKI

WARNINGS: TICKLE FIC

A/N sorry for getting this done SO LATE! i sincerely apologize. thank you for being patient and i hope you enjoy reading , thank you so much for requesting <3

“happy birthday to you!” the members sang for the final time before jay closed his eyes for a wish and then blowing his candles out. everyone clapped as they watched jay with a big smile of their faces. and of course, niki thought this was a great idea to tease his hyung, once again.

“jay hyung is getting old!” the maknae teased with a cheeky smile on his face.

“yah! i’m not old, quit teasing niki!” jay scolded, and the youngest of the group couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction of his member.

all the members had a great time celebrating jay’s birthday, and it soon came night.

everyone was getting ready for bed, but of course niki just had to barge into jay’s room for something. there was always something the maknae needed.

“hyung, can i borrow this for a second?” niki asked politely, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

jay looked up from his bed, “why are you suddenly asking to borrow one of my shirts, niki?” the older asked in confusion.

“i just need to borrow it for a few, please? it’ll be quick.” niki said, trying to convince his other member but was in no luck whatsoever.

“get out of my room niki.” jay yawned as he stretched across his bed.

“ugh, whatever oldie.” niki mumbled, but to his dismay, jay surprisingly heard him and that’s when he lost it.

“alright, that’s it! get over here you!” jay hopped out of bed and chased the youngest around their dorm for a good 5 minutes. all the other members noticed this at least once and had some concerns for the two, but left them alone.

“heeseung hyung, help! hyung!” niki shouted as jay was hot on his tail. they eventually wrapped around the couch, jay on one side and niki on the other, who was crying for help from any of his hyungs.

“i rather watch this chaos unfold than get involved.” jake said, giggling as niki was now sulking.

“hyung please~ get this grandpa!” niki still managed to tease jay even though he was on the brick of punishment.

“oh, grandpa now?!” jay just had it with the maknae, he definitely knew how to get on his hyung’s nerves.

niki laughed at his own joke and that’s when jay decided to strike, right when the youngest was distracted.

“AH!” niki yelped as he was tackled onto to the ground by the older, his wrists immediately getting pinned above his head.

“heHEHELP! AHAHA—!” niki shrieked in laughter and thrashed around as jay targeted his armpits first.

“HYUNG! PLEHE—HAHA-!” niki couldn’t even form full sentences as jay started targeting different areas within seconds. first he was at his armpits, then his ribs, then his hips, and then his sides. he was definitely fast and niki couldn’t keep track on where he was getting attacked!

“STAHAP! HYUHUHUNG—!” the maknae tried his best to get out of jay’s grasp, but it was no help. his body was weakening by every tickle he felt to his body.

“yah, you brought this upon yourself niki-ah! how dare you call your hyung old?! such immature actions deserve punishments!” jay said with a smirk as he attacked the younger’s sides.

“PLEASE IM SOHOHORRY! IM SORRY!” the youngest apologized, but jay still wasn’t satisfied.

“saying sorry is not enough! you shall endure this punishment!” jay said, and he eventually heard a whine from the other.

the older lifted up niki’s shirt just a little bit to where his bellybutton was shown. he carefully traced around the makane’s navel, which made him go absolutely crazy.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE PLEHEASE!” niki begged and he actually got out of being pinned, but he was already weak to the point he couldn’t do anything.

the only thing he could do was grab at jay’s wrists, which he did. but did it stop the older? no. not really.

“oh? not here huh?” jay clicked his tongue, “you shouldn’t have said that niki~”

“WAI—WAHAHAIT PLEHEASE! HYUNG!” the youngest soon felt tears in his eyes from laughing so hard and jay soon realized it as well.

the maknae tried to cover his face from the older, but it was too late. jay has already saw a tear fall down.

“hey, niki-ah, you’re that sensitive?” jay slowed down on the tickling, but still teased the youngest.

“n-nohoho…” niki replied weakly, still holding jay’s wrist with his other hand.

“show me your face, niki~” jay said in a teasing tone, but niki shook his head.

the older scribbled around niki’s bellybutton and niki soon pulled his arm down from his face, revealing a tear.

“hyuhuhung!”

“tickled to tears, huh?” jay chuckled and gave one last squeeze to niki’s side before letting the youngest go.

“alright, i’m done! but if you call me old again, this same thing will repeat.”

“old.”

“yah! don’t test me! i’ll tickle you to tears again!” jay shouted, attacking niki’s hips before finally stopping after hearing the maknae begging for him to stop.

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Fish in the Pool

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KOKOMI!!!!!!!! My favoritest character ever!!!!! Fun fact her bday is the same day as one of my friends and the girl I have a crush on kinda and her twin brother which is pretty wacky. Anyway take this lovely fic bc she (plus most of the Genshin women let’s be honest) needs more content /lh!!!!!

(Also happy late bday to Hitori Gotoh aka Bocchi!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so sorry I love Bocchi the Rock sm it may be my favorite anime but it’s hard to write for rn 😭😭)

“

Painfully professional and introverted to the end, Kokomi spends her birthday alone, even when her devotees conspire to give her the day off. That is, until the Guuji Yae, with her impeccable and enigmatic ability to read people’s hearts, arrives.

”

Tickle fic!! Lee!Kokomi, Ler!Yae Miko (platonic, or whatever you prefer). I had to write this fast, and in the dark, and without my glasses lmao, but it’s all for my best girl!!!!

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Kokomi was not the type of person who should have been the Divine Priestess.

Sure, she could contrive for victory with minimal casualties, negotiate peace with a fearsome god, keep the economy of Watatsumi afloat (ha, fish pun), and memorize the faces of all its inhabitants, but it was the workload and the public image upkeep that left her drained and achey at the end of the day. Lately, she hadn’t even been able to get through a chapter of her book without falling asleep in the middle. And it always ended up as wasted effort because she could never remember what she’d read.

So it was only a minor surprise that, on the one day of the year where she should get a break, her soldiers and priestesses did everything in their power to give her one.

She’d issued directives on what should happen if she needed to step away for a full day, but she’d never seriously intended to use them for something as trivial as her birthday. They were only for important overseas meetings and such matters!

Yet, Gorou had clandestinely arranged for him, the priestesses, and the rest of the army to take over for Madame Sangonomiya so she could have her day of rest. All without her knowledge — and only mild suspicion.

Kokomi was endlessly grateful and majorly anxious, but Gorou reassured her that everything would go smoothly.

“It’s only for one day! Besides, since the war is over and everything is settling down, we don’t have as much to manage,” Gorou yipped with a canine-filled smile. “So rest, Your Excellency. And have a happy birthday!”

“Thank you, General. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Kokomi smiled, eyes liquid, which instantly flustered Gorou as he tried to prevent her from crying. Then they sent her off with a huge cake and congratulations.

And, Kokomi was… alone. As she blew out her candles, she blew also a chill into her bedroom. No one there to sing. No one there to cheer. No one to touch.

That was another thing: Kokomi was not the type of person to have many friends.

Most people spent their birthdays with family or friends, didn’t they? Yet, where were hers? Occupied, either running her island or off on their own. All she had were her books and the pop of the jellyfish droplets that floated about the island to keep her company.

Kokomi pulled her fingers through frazzled salmon-to-periwinkle hair. She curled into herself on her bed, and her Hydro fish pressed into her skin where she wished another source of warmth could. Her searching stare found her window.

Maybe… she should go out to the sea.

Kokomi fixed her hair and trotted downstairs. Everything was pink and made of seashell, pearls, or coral. But there was one addition to her living room that was, while still pink, made of fur instead.

Kokomi gasped.

Yae Miko, her pen pal, lounged on her satin couch and toyed with the jellyfish lamp on the table next to her. She turned to regard Kokomi with a satisfied grin. Kokomi narrowed her eyes at the vixen, even while her heart leapt.

“‘Fried Tofu with All the Frills,’” she called, “how did you get into my house?”

“Did you forget? My connections are infinite. I’m impossible to hide from.” Yae chuckled. “And I could never miss our precious Priestess’ special day, now could I? Especially since you seem to be all alone.” Her voice pouted with her, a tone Kokomi knew all too well. “I can practically see the tears falling from your big, blue eyes.”

Kokomi did not wipe her eyes with her sleeve, because she knew better. “I’m surprised the cold-hearted Lady Yae would put in the work to come all the way over here. Especially since she’s always so focused on stealing my general,” she jabbed back.

“Possessive, are we?” They both glared. Then they fell into laughter as Kokomi fully descended. She floated into the kitchen for a kettle and a pair of teacups.

“Tea, my lady?”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t ask you to lift a finger on your special day. I insist.” Yae ushered Kokomi away from the stove and took the dishes from her hands, already holding a bundle of sakura leaves. Kokomi looked at her in surprise.

“Well, thank you, Lady Yae.”

A moment later, Miko and Kokomi were on the couch again, catching up and discussing the latest Yae Publishing House novel. Leaning against a pillow, Kokomi was effervescing about The Legend of Sword again, which Miko was so sick of hearing about, and Kokomi was, honestly, starting to drift off when—

Yae’s claw-like nails fanned over her knee, a shiver that tore straight up to her brain. Kokomi yelped and immediately covered her mouth.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now. And, my my, what was that adorable sound?” Her near purr was anything but quizzical. “Was it… because of this?”

Again, Yae scribbled over her knee and was met with an almost-giggle and a kick. She tutted.

“You’re always so jumpy when I come near.” Speaking slowly, she met Kokomi’s prey-round eyes with a simper. “Could it be that you’re not used to touch like this? You must not be, always buried in your books. Even on your birthday.” With each word, her nails inched farther up Kokomi’s leg.

Kokomi squeezed her eyes shut and pulled away. “Wahahait, Yahahae!”

“You must’ve wanted this, right? I could tell from the beginning.” Yae shifted closer, skating her nails under Kokomi’s chin. She inhaled. “Well, then, allow me,” said Yae. “Consider it my gift to you.”

Yae’s fingers traced the tops of Kokomi’s thighs. She pulled her closer by her wrists, sitting on her shins. Kokomi buried her face in the pillow under her.

“STAhahahap! It tihihickles!” Giggles rose out of her like bubbles.

“Does it? How shocking.” Yae’s Electro tazed her nerves. Jumping, Kokomi squeaked.

“EHEHaha thahahat’s unfahahahair!”

“Come now, you should be familiar enough with the policies of war.”

She was right. Maybe Kokomi could have tried to strategize her way out of this, but in all practicality, she was trapped. And maybe she wanted to be.

Licking her chops, Yae dug into Kokomi’s hosiery-clad flesh. She squealed and gripped the pillow and shook her head until her hair was mussed.

“THIHIhis is so undihiHIHIgnified AHAHa nohoHO!” her shrill voice pleaded.

“And?” Yae laughed. “Who are you to be embarrassed of? Me? I already don’t revere you nearly as much as that fluffy dog child does.”

“Hehehe’s my GEHENeraHAL!” Kokomi screamed as Yae found her hips, disregarding the loose fabric that flowed around her. The fox traced circles around her bones, pinched and prodded at her soft pudge, flicked her nails over shivering muscles. Kokomi found herself flat on her back, shadowed by the predator that was Yae Miko.

“I can’t neglect this little one, can I?” Miko rested the points of her nails on the pocket of Kokomi’s abdomen, rising and falling with breaths and laughter. Her shuddery giggles answered. Tactically, she sucked in her stomach wherever Yae’s fingers hovered.

“Ehehehe nahahat THEHEHEHERE!” Kokomi hiccuped and squealed again while Yae squeezed her sides and scratched the ridges of her navel. Her hands flew to defend from Miko’s weapons of choice, but defeat was imminent. “AWAHAHA ohohoKAHAY! CeheheHEHEASE!”

At that divinely ordained moment, a wheezing and whistling that did not belong to Kokomi could be heard from the kitchen. Sighing as if disappointed, Yae halted her attack and slipped off the couch to the sakura tea. Kokomi curled around the pillow and buried the remnants of her tears and laughter in it.

“Youhohu’re a cruhuel mistress…” Kokomi breathed as Miko returned. She peeked up from her pillow and accepted the offered cup of tea. “Thank you. For keeping me company.”

Yae laughed in the way she always did, a laugh that betrayed nothing, but Kokomi thought she could read the sincerity between the lines. “Why of course. Anything for a forlorn, needy little pet.” Their teacups clinked. Miko smiled sharply at her through the steam. “Happy Birthday to you.”

⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼⋆ ｡𖦹 ⋆｡°𓆉✮⋆⭒𓆟⋆｡˚𖦹𓆜✩⋆𓇼

I love Kokomi bc she was my first five-star and she’s the prettiest and she’s so sweet and I kin her but she’s also powerful and intelligent and she’s pink and ocean-themed and just eepy and a bookworm and she was so underrated and I want her to have more lore and her name and she’s jst so CUTE and dragon and war and—

[dannystheone]

GUYS STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING IT'S KYLE'S BIRTHDAY AAAA

HERE'S A TEENY DRABBLE (I SWEAR) JUST TO CELEBRATE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE!! (Lee Kyle/Lers Stan/Kenny/Eric)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing!

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"Cartman, don't touch me there. Hey- stop! You guys- HEY!" Kyle Broflovski suddenly found himself in the middle of his best friends with conniving looks on their faces.

It was his birthday today, and it had been one for the books. A huge party with all of his fourth-grade class invited, presents, music, a bouncy house, and anything a kid could want for his party. It was a massive success (despite Cartman eating up most of the snacks before anyone else could reach for them) but it was still successful nonetheless.

Now that the party had cleaned up and the fourth graders returned to their homes, it was just the four of them playing games and talking in Kyle's living room. Another present of Kyle's from his parents was that he had no curfew tonight, and he was having a sleepover with his friends.

Cartman had teased all week leading up to Kyle's party that when he blows those candles and becomes ten years old, he's gonna get what's coming to him. Of course, Kyle wasn't worried, it was Cartman after all. But at the same time...it was Cartman. Kyle tried asking Kenny and Stan what Cartman possibly had planned, but they shrugged and kept their mouths shut without another word.

Now that they were actually here, Kyle rolled his eyes and put his hands up to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Alright alright, so what is it, huh, Cartman? If it's ten punches and an extra one for good luck, I'd prefer you do it on this arm." Kyle offered his left arm to Cartman, to which Cartman just gave a slow shake of his head.

"Oh no Kahl, I knew you'd be expecting me to do something like that for your birthday. Something juvenile, something poorly thought out right? Well, I've thought of something you'd never expect. And certainly, never forget." Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at Cartman and looked to Stan, which had a blank expression on his face.

"Stan, what is he talking about?" Stan was about to answer when Kenny interrupted him. Kenny reached up and showed his phone to Cartman.

"The timpher imph set." Kenny said. Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling protective of himself.

"Timer? What timer? Cartman, whatever you're thinking of doing-" Cartman cut Kyle off by suddenly standing on his couch and sitting behind Kyle on the backrest. A bewildered Kyle didn't follow as Cartman scooped up Kyle's wrists and locked them in place.

"Alright men. The time has come. Pin the Jew!" Cartman called out. Stan rolled his eyes as he inched closer to Kyle and started tickling his tummy. Kyle started wriggling as Kenny and Stan both started scribbling their fingers on his sides and tummy.

"Cartman, that's not the name we agreed on. Why do you always do this." Stan groaned as he shook his fingers in his best friend's tummy.

"W-Wahahahait!! Whahahat thehehe hehehehell?!" Kyle cried as he immediately started belly laughing from the choice spots being targeted. Stan and Kenny had big smiles on their faces as they delivered their birthday tickles to their best friend.

"You didn't think we weren't gonna do anything like this for your birthday, Kyle? I guess it really is a surprise then." Stan commented while scratching his blunt nails in Kyle's right underarm. Kyle felt himself shrink as his eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Myeah, we hamph thimph plammed all weemk!" Kenny added with happy-looking eyes. His gloved hands dug into Kyle's tummy, which made Kyle's legs kick.

"Okahahay I gehehet ihihihihit! You gohohohot mehehe!" Kyle giggled as he twisted against Cartman's hold. Cartman had a surprisingly good grip on his wrists, keeping his torso stretched out. Cartman's legs were also on either side of Kyle, so Kyle was essentially trapped in a tickle box. Or a tickle Cartman?

"We're gonna do more than just that, dude! That timer is set for eleven minutes! Ten minutes for your birthday, one more for good luck. You gotta last the whole thing if you wanna earn becoming a man!" Stan explained. Kyle's body shook with his laughter as Kenny kept trying new places to get him. He settled on his leg and poked his fingers up and down the length of it.

"Buhuhuhut thihihihis isn't mahahahanly!! Ihihit's chihihildish!" Kyle laughed and kicked out as all three boys gasped loudly.

"He said it! He said the thing! Do it, Cartman!" Stan and Kenny stopped tickling as Kyle regained some of his breath.

"Huh? What did I say? Hey- Cartman!" Cartman switched Kyle's wrists into one hand and removed Kyle's hat with the other. Kyle's red curls shook out from the hat and fluffed all over his face.

"You see Kahl, we had a small bet on the side to see how long it would take you to say that this activity was childish, because of how predictable you are." Kyle groaned as he saw Kenny move closer to him out of the corner of his eye.

"So as punishment for being so painfully predictable, Kenny here is gonna tickle the shit out of your ears. Better luck next year." Eric clapped Kyle on the shoulder before taking hold of Kyle's wrists in both hands again. Kyle's knees bucked as he tried to get Kenny away.

"Kenny don't, wait! We-we can do something else! You wanna play the new console I just got?" Kyle tried to distract Kenny, but Kenny had a huge smile on his face, as did Stan.

"Whup, you heard him, Kenny! He said 'don't wait!" Stan instigated. Kenny giggled mischievously as he took his gloved hands and started scratching them over Kyle's ears. The scratchy material and the wiggling fingers underneath made Kyle cringe and duck his head.

"Kehehehehenny!! Nohohohoho nohoho no! Stahahahahap!" Kyle's laughter was high-pitched and boyish, his biggest and most hidden tickle spot being targeted. While Kenny was up there by his ears, Stan started squeezing Kyle's knees and getting the skin behind them.

"Guhuhu-HEHEHEHE'S!! STOHOhohohop!! Thihihihis ihihihisn't fuhuhuhunny!!" Kyle shouted. The guys gasped once more as they resumed their tickling.

"He said the second thing! That just added five minutes to your timer, dude!" Kyle groaned inwardly as Stan added the additional time to Kyle's ever-growing tickle timer.

"Oh Kahl, you obvious bastard. I could quote you like a book." Cartman teased. Kenny scratched Kyle's ear with one hand and swirled a finger in his open underarm with the other. Kyle jolted as Stan came back from the timer and started zipping his fingers up and down his thighs.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup! I hahahahate thihihihis!" Kyle cried out and bucked his knees.

"That's why we had to do it! So you'd never see it coming! Happy birthday, dude!" Stan said gleefully.

The boys eventually let Kyle go once his time was served, reminding him that it was all in fun and they were all still pals. Another year of being the smartest, yet most foreseeable one in the group.

[starlight-struggles]

ahh thanks for the reply to my previous ask! if you don’t mind, may i pls request tanjiro and muichiro attempting to tickle tengen and rengoku?

feel free to make this as chaotic as you wish😁

You're welcome, and of course I don't mind! (Apologies for taking so long to get this out) I wasn't sure which idea to go for since i had a few options in mind. However, I've now decided and I can definitely write that for you, so please, enjoy ✨️

Writers note: before we start, I know it isn't Halloween right now - it's just the idea I came up with. Also, I believe demon slayer was set around 1912 so thats why the date says that :)

Switches: Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Rengoku Kyojuro

Ler: Muichiro Tokito

'Hey Tokito-san? Did you know today was Halloween?'

Halloween.. ah yes, october 31, 1912. It happens every year, once a year though. Kinda like birthdays and other events. It's sad really, isn't it? They wished it would last longer.. the parties, the pumpkins, the costumes, the joy and happiness spread among everyone on that fateful, yet fun night.. oh, and let's not forget the free candy that parents give out to kids as they excitedly knock on their door. Ah yes.. now where were we? That's right.. two young men were currently sneaking around the butterfly mansion. Why? Well...

The surrounding area was illuminated by pumpkins and small candles. No-one else was around except for Uzui and Rengoku. They seemed to be having a somewhat serious conversation. Now now, since no-one was allowed to go on missions that night you may be wondering where the other hashira were. Well.. every year on Hallowen they throw a small party at the butterfly mansion. It was more of a traditional thing now and every hashira was on board with it, even Sanemi and Giyuu. Of course, Tanjiro and the others had been invited, but they decided not to go because they didn't want to intrude. Muichiro, however, had just completely forgotten as he did most years when something like this would happen. It didn't really bother him, though, and at least he got to hang out with Tanjiro, so it wasn't all bad.

They had heard that tonight was also the night where the hashira would have a so-called "prank war" with each other, and according to Gyomei, it could get really chaotic sometimes. After a few minutes of walking around, they noticed the two older men and decided to watch them in amusement. They couldn't really make out what the others were talking about, but they knew something was up. They were definitely planning something, but what?

A few more minutes passed before Tanjiro said, 'You should go now Tokito-san' 'alright,' he'd reply, making his way over to Uzui and Rengoku. Originally, their target was going to be Giyuu. However, it seems that they had changed their minds..

While Muichiro was busy distracting the others, it gave Tanjiro a chance to sneak up on them.. or so he thought..

'Young Kamado! What brings you here?' Shoot.. Rengoku had noticed him, and now that Uzui also realised he was here.. Well, it's too late now- might as well just do it, right? Yeah..

Tanjiro lunged at Rengoku, successfully taking down his mentor as his fingers dug into his hips, making the other squirm a bit as he tried to firmly, yet gently, push the younger boy away in an attempt to free himself.

'Now young Kamado.. I don't think this is a good idea..' Rengoku said, looking down at Tanjiro.

'Why not, too ticklish?' He replied somewhat cocky as his nimble fingers lightly skittered up and down his sides in an attempt to make the other break.

'I-It's not that, it's just-' his sentence was cut short when a shriek erupted from Tanjiro. He quickly rolled off of Rengoku and onto the floor as he brought his hands to his sides, trying to protect himself against the fingers that were now scribbling against his lower ribs and sides.

'M-Mr Uzui! Wahahahait!' He squeaked when Uzui dug into his ribs, making sure to get in between the bones of each one, which made Tanjiro squeal loudly. Uzui would just smirk as he looked at him.

'What's up Tanjiro? Is there something wrong?'

'Wahahahait- plehehehehehese! Don't!'

'Don't what..?'

He's tricking you.. it's a trick, it's a trick Tanjiro- don't fall for this again-

'T-Tihihihckle me?'

Dammit.. to fall for this..? That childish tease? He wasn't a little kid anymore, yet he fell for it every single time.. It was quite a common fact really and almost everyone knows that Tanjiro can not stand teasing- so they'd use it to their advantage when tickling him.

'Why, of course, Young Kamado! What did you think we were going to do?' Rengoku chimed in, using his left hand to gently squeeze the younger boy's side while chuckling.

Muichiro, however, was not having it.. he pounced onto Uzui, sending both of them, tumbling to the floor in a mess.. surprisingly, for a 14 year old, Muichiro was pretty strong and managed to pin Uzui down as he started tickling him relentlessly while dodging Uzui's attempts to stop him.

By the end of the night, they were all tired out..

Tanjiro was curled up into a ball asleep next to Rengoku while he was also asleep, Uzui's was all tired out as Muichiro slowly rolled off him, the only thing keeping him in place was Uzui's hand gripping the back of shirt.. At least that's how the other hashiras found them, having no idea what took place moments before..

(Sorry if this is not to your liking or is too short, I'm quite new to writing still)

[blushyeleven]

Hey! So this is my Christmas fic! Im so sorry it’s bad but it was really rushed. But nonetheless have an amazing Christmas!

Characters: lee!y/n, ler!wednesday, ler! enid (Bianca, Xavier, Ajax and yoko at the end!)

Warnings: tickles

𝑻𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈

your eyelids flung opened. Your eyes became more apparent to the light as you fondly rubbed them. Christmas. It was Christmas!!! What time was it?! You questioned as you reached for your phone, switching it on. 10:43.

You looked beside you to see enid and wednesday look up “oh hey! Your awake! Merry Christmas!!” Enid excitedly said and she came running over to you before launching into a hug. “Morning” Wednesday said, as mellow as ever. Even though it was Christmas.. some things never change. You hugged enid back before smiling and saying “merry Christmas!” And standing up from your bed before skipping over to Wednesday. You didn’t expect a hug but to your surprise she stood up and half-heartedly put an arm around your waist. Your smile beamed at her “wow! I get a half hug, somebody must be in a good mood today, for once!” You jokingly commented “oh please, I just felt like showing gratitude to you, I know you have been excited about today especially. Although I will never understand why” she commented before retracting her arm. You and enid both just giggled at her

“Presents!!” Enid enthusiastically stated. “You guys haven’t opened your presents?” You questioned “enid insisted we waiting for you” Wednesday replied. Enids jaw dropped “but you said-“ she was cut of by a death stare being delivered by Wednesday “never mind!” She widened her eyes before smiling at you. “Okayy..” you raised a brow before handing Wednesday and enid their perfectly wrapped presents.

Enid wasted no time before clawing into the wrapping paper,shredding it into little peices that elegantly fell to the floor. Inside she found a new nail varnish and a pink candle. “Oh my god! I love it! Thankyou so much y/n!” she exclaimed and she then threw her arms around you again.Grasping you into a bear hug. “Ofcourse!” You said wrapping your arms back around her before you both let go and you could see the excitement lit in her eyes.

You then looked over at Wednesday, seeing her tearing the wrapping paper. You cross your fingers, hoping she likes it. Once she ripped a big enough hole she pulled out a black metal necklace with a deep purple, crystal charm hanging from the necklace. You saw her eyes widen slightly, seeming impressed as she held it in her hand and inspected it. “It’s nice, thankyou y/n” she said looking up at you. Your worried expression faded into a smile. If that sentence came from anybody else you would be skeptical, doubting if they meant it. But because it came from Wednesday you were buzzing. “Ofcourse!”

Enid then practically shoved your gift into your arms, watching you i inquisitively open it. It was a white, hand knitted, scarf? You looked confused, you wasn’t quite sure what it was but either way you were still grateful. Enid saw your puzzled face and enlightened you with “it’s a snood! Your now matching with me and Wednesday!” Your then smiled before saying “oh! I see! Thankyou so much!” Before placing it gently on your bed.

“Right, what are our plans for-“ you were cut off by Wednesday. “We’re not done” she said. Stretching her arm out, handing you a gift bag. Your eyes lit up and your lips curved into a smile “but you said you weren’t doing gifts” you remarked seeing advert your eye contact, looking at the floor “don’t mention it.” She quickly replied so you thought better then to drag it on.

Her deep black pupils followed your fingers as you opened the bag, lifting out a silver necklace with a heart locket dangling from it with your initial on it. You opened your mouth slightly before opening the locket to see a picture that enid had taken of you and Wednesday. Your smile stretched across your face “I- W-wednesday, I love it!” You Stuttered, finding it difficult to form any words. “Your welcome” she said in her slightly lighter tone. “I helped choose it!” Enid butted in as you smiled further, still being mesmerised by the gift. “I can help you put it on!” Enid mentioned and she held her hand out to which you placed the necklace in and she skipped behind you, securing the necklace to your neck before spinning around you again to see how you looked. You jokingly began to pose as Wednesday half smiled and enid excitedly clapped.

“Right, plans for today?” You questioned. “We can go meet everybody later, but for now we can just chill in our dorm?” Enid suggested to which you and Wednesday both reluctantly agreed. You decided to put on some comfy clothes to make yourself more presentable. So you picked up a pair of joggers and a jumper before walking to the bathroom to get dressed.

Once you exited you had the great idea of Modeling your snood to Enid and Wednesday. So you carefully picked it up from you bed and tying it around you head. After you wrapped it a few times you found yourself becoming tangled in it, unable to get it off from your head. “Uhm help” you said, muffled through the cotton.

Enid started laughing seeing you stuck and you couldn’t see but Wednesday smirked, clearly amused. After enid had finished her laughing fit she skipped over to help you with Wednesday shortly behind

“Arms up!” Enid said as you followed her very straight forward orders. You then realised your arms go and. that’s when you felt a graze of fingers against your armpit. Presumably an accident but nonetheless you still let out a muffled squeal before jumping back

“Oh I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Enid empathised as Wednesday was just standing, watching, extremely entertained. “No.. im okay!” you reassured with your arms still in the air. “Okay okay” enid replied as she began trying to fix your rather embarrassing mess. But once again you felt her fingers graze against your armpits and this time you let out a quite giggle before inching back

“What’s so funny?” Enid questioned still trying to unravel you. “N-Nothing” you stuttered before being freed by enid. But although you were free from the snood you weren’t free from the questions

“So what was that all about, did I scare you or something?” Enid raised a brow, puzzled “nope, honestly I’m fine!” You tried to say. That’s when Wednesday walked over “it seemed to be when Enid touched your armpi- oh, oh I see, ticklish?” Wednesday mischievously smirked “what? I’m lost!” Enid whined before Wednesday was still smirking while moving closer to you. Your face fading into a deeper red

“Well, she seemed to either giggle or jump whenever you touched her armpit so that leads me to believe she’s sensitive” wednesday stated causing you to shuffle in your place uncomfortably “sensit- oh! that’s adorable” enid said smiling at you.

“I don’t know what you guys are taking about” you said defensively. There was no way they just found out your secret. thoughts swarmed to your brain, desperately trying to find a solution. You saw how evil Wednesday was with tickling. Recently you had witness her wreck enid past years because enid had started blasting pop music. That couldn’t be you.

“Well I did just explain it to you” Wednesday said, still smirking. “Alow me to demonstrate what I mean!” She added before jabbing her black painted fingernails into your sides. Again, causing you to react with a squeal before jumping back “see” she said smugly.

“Nononononono, come on! It’s Christmas, it’s the season of giving!” You said backing up but they both stepped closer. “Exactly! So we’re giving you tickles!” Enid remarked before rapidly squeezing your sides. You fell back on your bed erupting into bright, bubbly giggles. Wednesday then decided to crawl on top of you. Sitting on your waistline before scribbling her trimmed nails across your stomach and enid sat next to you, poking at your sides.

You then exploded into loud heaps of helpless laughter “BAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOHO GEHEHET OOHOFFF!!” You complained, attempting to squirm. “I don’t think I will, consider this an extra Christmas gift” Wednesday teased “WEHEHEL DOHOES THIS OHONE COME WIHITH A REHECIET!” You shrieked, flailing about. “Hey! Don’t be rude!” Enid warned before using her wolf claws to scratch at your armpits “BAHAHAHAHAHAAH I CAHAHHAHHANNTT!!” You screamed as they just continued to mercilessly tickle you. They both didn’t plan on stopping any time soon so whether you liked it or not, you were going to be tickled past tears. it’s not like you were kicking up a fuss about it, or complaining. In fact you secretly enjoyed it. But there was no way you would ever admit that to anybody. Wednesday started to wiggled her fingers against your ribs. Evilly Smirking at your current state. “Come on, it’s just a bit of tickling there’s no need to be so dramatic” Wednesday snarkily commented. You felt a little heat rise to your cheeks after she said the dreaded t word. “And your going all pink!!” Enid observed, poking your cheek before working her way down to your knees. Squeezing at them. You then kicked out your legs while desperately trying to grab Wednesdays torturous hands. But her finger were to quick for you. Everytime you tried to grab her hands she would inch them further down your tummy. Closer and closer to your belly button. Causing your laughter to increase an octave with ever inch. Wednesday took note of this before teasingly swirling her finger around the rim of to ur belly button seeing you explode into hysterics “NOOHOHOOHOHHOHOHO OKAHAHHAHAY NOHOHOHOOT THEHEHEHHEHEREE!!!!” You pleaded. Although Wednesday wasn’t in the mood for showing any mercy. So she quickly and Methodicaly began scratching at your belly button, causing you to squeal, scream and thrash about. Meanwhile enid was going to town on your knees. Latching onto them and squeezing, before spidering her fingers just under them. You were just laying there. In a laughing fit with the overpowering tickly sensations buzzing through your whole body.

They didn’t stop untill they heard the door open

Surely enough it was bianca, yoko, xavier and ajax walking through “merry Christmas!” They said in unison as Wednesday and enid crawled of you to stand up and say hello.

You were still laying on the bed with a flushed face, watery eyes and still, quite giggles lingered in your voice

“Is y/n okay? What did you guys do?” Bianca asked clearly concerned. “Don’t worry, they was just receiving one of their Christmas gifts” Wednesday said with a hint of mischief in her tone

“Do we even wanna kn-“ Xavier mentioned before being interrupted by enid “tickles” she said and smiled causing your obvious blush to increase.

Eventually, you stood up from your bed and walked over to greet them with your hair slightly messed up, still watery eyes and extremely red cheeks “hey guys!” You said standing next to Wednesday

“Remind me never to get onto enids or Wednesdays bad side” bianca said causing everybody to smile, even Wednesday. (It was a Christmas miracle)

[ticklishturtlett]

Distraction

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Established Relationship)

Disclaimer: I personally feel like this is NSFW, but I know that others would disagree. However, I kindly ask Minors to not interact! Thank you!

Warnings: Bondage, Cursing, Implications of sex, and mention of sex toys.

Word Count: 4, 718 words

Summary: When Life once again gets in your way of doing something You want to do, You start to get stressed and worried. Your boyfriend Bucky decides to help distract you. Ler!Bucky and Lee!Reader. Enjoy!

The power had been out for a little over three hours now, and You were starting to get antsy. Tonight was the first Zoom meeting for your night class, but because You had no internet, You probably wouldn't be able to attend. If it was a normal, mundane class, You wouldn't have thought it was that much of a big deal. However, this class was different. It focused on your passion, and Tony Stark had spent the entire weekend pulling strings to get You into it. Although Tony wouldn't tell You the price, You imagined it had cost a lot since a famous celebrity was teaching it.

Now, You sat on the couch, fiddling with your necklace as you anxiously waited for the power to turn back on. You had done everything to make sure You looked your best for tonight. You got your nails done, styled your hair, and even decided to wear the most beautiful dress you had. And now, with the class in thirty minutes, You began to worry it all might have been for nothing.

"You alright, doll?" Bucky sat next to You, reading Lord of the Rings, while you both waited this surge out.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine, Bucky."

He frowned and glanced down at your leg, which had been bouncing for some time. He placed his hand on your leg, forcing it to stop, and his thumb caressed your thigh, but You could hardly feel it because of the dress. He rose an eyebrow at You, and You sighed. "I'm fine, really," You insisted then stood up, grabbed a lit candle, and headed toward the kitchen. "It's just been a long day."

"That's true." Bucky set down the book and leaned forward. "What are you doing?"

"Getting some water." You grabbed a glass and filled it at the sink. "Do you want some?"

"No, I'm good."

You took a sip, leaning onto the counter and staring at your boyfriend. It was difficult to see him completely. With the very few lit candles and the shadows dancing across his face, You could only see pieces of him at a time. His bright blue eyes though never faded in the darkness.

Bucky sighed and leaned back, concealing himself more in the shadows. "What do you want to do, doll?"

You shrugged. "I was supposed to have my class, but I'm guessing I won't be anymore, so I don't know."

He hummed. "Won't there be another one next week?"

"Yeah, but I just really wanted to attend it. Tony put in a lot of work to get me into it."

"Also true, but I'm sure the professor will understand. I mean, half of New York is going through this."

"I guess," You muttered.

Silence fell over both of you, and your thoughts raced with the possible consequences of missing this class. If Tony found out, he might be crushed. This was a class You had been practically obsessing over for a year. You had never looked into the details of the class because You knew You could never afford it, but Tony did. Tony had gifted You the opportunity to take it, and You felt so guilty for not attending the first meeting. You really hoped this didn't happen again next week.

"Did you hear me, darling?"

"Hm?" Your gaze shot back to the darkened silhouette of your boyfriend. "Um, no, sorry, I was in deep thought."

"I asked if you wanted to play something."

You shrugged again then set down your glass of water. "Sure, why not? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, it's dark-"

"Yep."

"-and the walls are practically sound-proof here."

A slight smirk teased your lips. "Uh-huh." Oh, You knew where this was going. Although You weren't entirely feeling it right now, maybe this would serve as a good distraction for You. Plus, You loved playing these 'games' with him. You grabbed your candle and rounded the kitchen island. "No one will be able to hear us."

"Exactly." He leaned forward again, and You felt a flutter in your stomach when You saw his mischievous smirk. The smirk on your face transformed into a shy smile. Okay, now You really liked where this was going. "So, it's the perfect opportunity to murder you."

And the fluttery feeling was gone. Your eyes widened but then you frowned and your brow furrowed. "What?" You asked.

He chuckled, the shadows making his smirk seem like it was stretching into an evil grin. "The darkness, the flickering lights-" His metal hand shot out of the darkness and snatched the only candle on the coffee table, which made You flinch involuntarily. "-not being heard or seen by any nosy neighbors."

"Um, I guess?" This...was something You had never seen before. Not from Bucky, at least. You knew he was just messing with you. Probably trying to rile you up since Halloween was around the corner. He loved to be mischievous at times. "You're being really weird right now. You know that, right?"

"Uh-huh," he said then stood up, holding the candle close to his smirk. "So? Do you want to play?"

"That depends." You took a step in the direction of your bedroom, feeling a knot in your stomach. "What exactly are you going to do to murder me?"

He gave You a lopsided grin then shrugged. "You'll just have to find out, Princess."

You hummed then took another step. "I'm not going to get hurt, right?"

He shook his head. "Not at all."

"Right." Another step. You could lock the bedroom door if You had to. You weren't exactly sure what Bucky's plan was to 'murder you,' but You were a little nervous to find out. You could buy some time and keep him talking while You snuck closer to the bedroom. "Let's just go ahead and point out the obvious here-" Another step. "-you're a Super Soldier and an Avenger."

"True."

"I'm just a regular non-super human being. The chances of me surviving your attempt to murder me are pretty much at zero." And another step and You hummed. "Well, maybe there's a fifteen percent chance."

"Fifteen percent?" he chuckled.

"I'm your girlfriend. I know some of your buttons to push."

He hummed, his smirk returning. "Well, let's see if you can push them."

Without warning, he blew out his candle, completely covering himself in darkness. That nervous feeling exploded inside You, and You squeaked before bolting to the bedroom. Excitement morphed with your nervousness, and a few giggles slipped from your lips. This was a game. A weird and scary game, but You knew Bucky was only trying to make this night more exciting and possibly distract You from missing the class.

The moment you reached the door, an arm wrapped around your waist, and You squealed. You held the candle out, trying not to drop it, as he tried to grab your arms. "Bucky! You're going to make me drop the candle!"

His other arm wrapped around your chest and pulled You closer to him, trapping You against him. You felt his lips brush against your ear. "Then put it down, doll," he whispered, and You giggled from the tickly feeling, squirming slightly.

"Make me," You giggled and tried lifting your shoulder to protect your ear, but You knew it was futile. His head was blocking You from doing anything to protect yourself.

He chuckled, and You giggled louder as his breath slid across it. "No problem."

His hand across your waist - which You realized was his metal one because You could hardly move - viciously squeezed your side, and You shot your head back with a scream. "BUCKY!" You yelled, laughing and trying to squirm, then tried grabbing his hand.

Unfortunately, this seemed to be part of Bucky's plan. The moment your hands were close enough to his, he snatched the one holding the candle. He let You squirm out of his hold, and You spun around to face him. His evil grin returned, the shadows making it seem more sinister, and a chill ran down your spine. "Now, we can play," he said then blew out the candle.

Darkness fell over the both of you, and You stumbled back into the door. You waited, thinking he would charge at You but nothing happened. It was completely pitch black. You knew you wouldn't be able to run in the dark; You weren't used to traveling in it like Bucky was. "Bucky?" You called.

After a few moments, You turned around and your hands slid across the door, searching for its knob. This was so cruel. He was making You wait in anticipation for his inevitable attack. He probably wanted You to open the door too and lock You in with him. He was probably going to charge You once You did open the door. "You're a jerk," You stated then jumped at the sound of his chuckle echoing around You. "And an asshole."

Your fingers ghosted across the cold knob in your search then You grabbed it and turned it. It didn't squeak. He might not know You found it. If You could do this quickly, maybe You could shut him out. He'd have to break down the door to get to You, and You knew he wouldn't do that. You'd win this weird game of his. As quick as You could, You pushed the door open, ran through, then shut and locked it.

You fell against the door, in disbelief that You actually managed to escape your very mischievous boyfriend. "Holy crap," You breathed out. He couldn't get in not without You unlocking it for him. He was stuck out there. You won. A grin fell on your face, and You rested your head against the door. You were so proud of yourself.

"It sucks to be on the other side, doesn't it, sweetie?" You taunted, a few giggles escaping.

Two hands grabbed your waist, and You screamed and jumped against the door. You started hitting and pulling at the hands, fear immediately overtaking your excitement. "Whoa, whoa, it's just me!" Bucky shouted.

"Shit, Bucky!" You yelled, falling back against the door and covering your face. You felt him wrap his arms around You and pull You closer to him. "Why the hell would You scare me like that?"

His hand rubbed your back. "Because you taunted me." He spidered his fingers up your spine, and You flinched closer to him. "I had to teach you a lesson somehow."

You snorted, your head falling against his shoulder. "Geez, you made me think someone was in our room."

"Oh, but someone is in our room, [Y/N]."

And he was back to being his weird mysterious self. "Oh, right, you're my murderer." You wrapped your arms around his neck. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to surrender myself to you. So do with me as you will."

He chuckled. "Giving up that easily?"

"Again, only a fifteen percent chance, and I'm pretty sure those numbers just dropped anyway."

He chuckled again then slid his hands down and picked You up. Your fingers ran through his hair as he walked you two to the bed. At least, You assumed it was the bed; You could hardly see anything. The moonlight shining in through the window was helping a little bit, but it wasn't enough to light up the room. He stopped and climbed onto the bed then laid You down gently. "What to do with you first," he whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek. "I have a great idea."

"Tell me," You whispered, smiling and closing your eyes as he slid your arms above your head. "I'd love to hear your villainous plan."

"Oh, I know you would, and I'll tell you." He kissed your forehead, making you smile wider.

You started to raise your leg to hook around his waist but then heard a click. Your eyes widened, and You flinched when You heard another one. His fingers ghosted down your arms, and You involuntarily giggled then realized You couldn't put your arms down. You yanked on what was holding them, and You glared at your boyfriend. "What are you doing with the handcuffs?"

You felt a cold, tickly finger lightly scratching at your armpit, and You snickered, ultimately losing the glare as You tried to squirm away from it. "I told you, doll," he singsonged, and You snickered more when he switched to the other armpit. "-someone's in our room."

"N-No, there ISn't," You protested, the tickly sensation driving You up a wall, and You kicked your foot on the mattress. "I-I didn't a-agrEE to THIS!"

"Oh, well, it's not really your choice, isn't it, my little victim?"

He scratched at both armpits, and your head fell back against the pillow, your snickers turning into giggles. "Sweetie," You groaned out then yelped and giggled louder as all of his fingers lightly spidered into your armpits.

"Oh, I'm not your sweetie." He ceased tickling and ghosted his fingers down your body. "Although, I love that you dressed up just for me."

"I-I didn't dress up for you, you a-asshole," You giggled out. "Let me go."

He hummed, his hands caressing your midriff. "You see, I don't think I can." His hands slid to the buttons on your dress and started to undo them. "As your murderer and dedicated tickle monster-"

"Oh, shit."

"Language, [Y/N]," he chuckled, undoing the last button and revealing your tummy. His hands slid into the opening of the dress, his fingers trailing across your sensitive belly. You giggled immediately. "I've noticed you have been rather sad today," he continued.

"S-Stop it," You pleaded.

"And because you've been sad, I'm determined to chase those sad feelings away," he continued. "And, as your murderer, I'm also here to tickle you to death."

"Y-You don't h-have to do thi-is."

"I guess you shouldn't have gotten all dressed up for me, doll. You did this to yourself."

"I did not drESS-" Your laughter exploded, bouncing off the soundproof walls, as Bucky dug into your belly button and scratched at one of your low ribs. Your heels dug into the mattress, and You squirmed as much as You could to get away. "BUCKY!"

You heard him laugh, but it was quickly drowned out when both of his hands slid up beneath your dress to scratch your ribs. "NONONO!" You shouted, your pitch rising high, and arched your back as he dug at the spaces between the bones. "OH, SHIT!"

"Language, [Y/N]!" Bucky scolded as You flailed from side to side, laughing hysterically. He continued to climb your ribs, giving special attention to each and every bone. "I'm trying to murder you here!"

You couldn't even respond. Your thoughts were completely consumed by the tickle sensations exploding in your body. Your body instinctively wiggled to get away, moving so fast it was as if it was panicking that it couldn't escape. You couldn't escape. Your merciless boyfriend had straddled You and strapped You to the bed and now was tickling You to insanity.

Some people would hate being in this situation with their partner, but You didn't. If You were being honest, You loved it when he tickled You. Something about it just made your troubles disappear for a little while, and it made You feel good that he wanted to touch you. You knew he wouldn't go too far with the tickling. You both had a safeword in play for situations like this, but You weren't about to use it unless You reached your limit.

He had reached your armpits again at this point and was showing no mercy. "You are the most ticklish person on this planet," he teased as You screamed when he dug deeper into the skin. "I should have brought our toys over here after handcuffing you."

You shook your head, knowing exactly which toys he was referring to. "No?" he questioned, tilting his head. Without warning, he pulled his hands out from under your dress and started tickling your ears. Your laughter died down and melted into consistent giggles. "But it's so much fun making you lose your mind."

You coughed between your giggles, and he pulled his hands away, giving you a chance to breathe. "N-No t-toys," You breathed out, a permanent grin stretched on your face.

He hummed and brushed your now wild and tangled hair behind your ear. You giggled involuntarily at the light touch, and he chuckled. "Oh, I would love to see that beautiful smile right now."

"Too bAD!" You squealed when he squeezed your sides once. "O-Okay, okay!"

He chuckled again. "You know, maybe I should tickle you until the power comes back on."

"Stop it," You groaned.

"You've told me love it," he stated, which was true. You had confessed that you loved it when he tickled you. You told him after he tickled You for the first time, and he had been more than happy to tickle you since then.

"Well, I don't feel very dead yet."

He barked out a laugh then scooted down to your legs, sitting on them. "Oh, good, because I'm not done murdering you."

You giggled in anticipation, already holding on to the fluffy handcuffs. "I swear if you use your stubble down there-"

"Oh, is someone hinting that they want me to tickle them with my beard?" he teased, ghosting his fingers on your inner thighs.

Your legs flinched and then shook with each caress, and You giggled louder. "You can't grow a beard if you haven't hit puberty yet."

He immediately shifted to all fours. "Ooh, someone wants it badly." Then, You lost it. His stubble scratched at the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, and he held your leg in place to keep it from flinching away. Your head fell back as your laughter poured out, and You pulled at your handcuffs. You didn't think it could get any worse than that until his hand slipped under your dress, and he tickled the lowest part of your belly.

"NO!" You screamed and tried shifting your body up toward the headboard, but it was no use. With his arm holding your leg down, You weren't going to get very far. You just laid there and took it. You did ask for it, after all. You knew better than to tease Bucky, but You liked to do it anyway. "BUCKY!"

"I am not Bucky!" he shouted, and You felt him switch to your other thigh, making You squirm in a different direction. He held your other leg down now and rubbed his stubble against it. You squealed before laughing hysterically again. "I am the Tickle Monster! I'm here to murder you with tickles!"

His hand slipped out from under your dress, and he spidered his fingers along your other thigh. You tried to flinch that leg away, but he had locked it in place with his legs. You could feel both of your legs try to flinch, but neither of them was able to move an inch. Bucky made sure You knew that You were completely at his mercy. "Having fun yet, sweetheart?" he called out, now pinching your inner thighs and lifting his head up.

You cackled, hiding your face behind your arm. "Y-You-AH!" You screamed as he moved to spider his fingers under your knees.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" His wiggling fingers trailed down your calves, and your laughter melted into giggles once more. "I'm afraid I couldn't understand what snarky comment I know you were about to unleash. With you being so ticklish, I can imagine this is a very difficult problem you deal with on a daily basis."

"Oh my g-gosh," You giggled. "B-Babe, please."

"Please what?" he asked, and your breath hitched in your throat when he spidered his fingers on the tops of your feet. You felt him wrap his metal around your ankles, bringing your legs together and keeping them in place. You could thankfully still move your feet, but he would only follow your movements.

"T-This isn't fAIR!" You shouted, your pitch rising, as one finger scratched on the outline of your foot.

"Well, of course, it isn't fair, doll. Murderers don't give their victims chances to live."

"Please, PLEase!" You begged, feeling him move that one damn finger to scratch at your arch. Your feet were extremely ticklish. More ticklish than You thought was humanely possible, but they were. You and Bucky had first discovered this a few weeks ago when You asked him to help you figure out if they were ticklish. You quickly learned that was a mistake as he teased You about it quite often. "I'll do what YOU WAnt!"

The light scratching stopped, and your high-pitched laughter started to turn into giggles. You took in as many greedy breaths as possible, trying to calm down your racing heart. "Anything?" he asked.

"Yes," You sighed, still trying to catch your breath. "Anything."

He hummed, and You felt him switch holds on your legs, taking back his metal arm. You gasped as he slid his cold fingers up one of your arches, and You shivered slightly. "B-Babe, please. I-I said anything," You reminded, feeling your smile involuntarily widen.

"I really want to tickle your feet," he stated, and You pulled at your restraints again. "You do those cute squeals every time I play with your toes."

Your giggles rose an octave as he swiped at your arch again and again and again. "I-I can d-do THAT another WAY!"

He hummed again. "It wouldn't be the same." Without warning, he lightly spider-tickled your arch, and your hysterical laughter returned. You twisted and pulled as you frantically tried to get away.

"Plus," he continued, "they're so much fun to tease. All I have to do is gently tickle your foot anywhere, and you lose your mind. I could tickle this little spot-" His cold finger gently scratched at the space between your big toe and little ones, and You let out another scream. "-and you'll scream your head off all night."

"NO!" You protested before feeling him dig deeper into that space and falling into silent laughter.

He chuckled and switched to tickling your big toe, which wasn't as bad as the previous spot, but still pretty ticklish. The first cute squeal that Bucky loved so much came out, and he switched to your little toes. "Ah, there's the squeals I love to hear," he teased, listening to You squeal as he tickled your toes. "You want to know what's better with this, doll?"

You couldn't respond. You were stuck in a loop of loud, high-pitched squeals that only got louder the longer he tickled your toes. Your thoughts were completely overrun with the ticklish feeling shooting through your toes.

"Using both hands," he continued. Before You could even think about pulling your feet away, Bucky took back his other arm and used his body weight to keep your legs pinned to the mattress.

Then, You truly lost your mind and completely forgot about the power, the class, Tony, and every problem You had encountered. Bucky kept each touch random, never letting You get used to one spot. He would spider tickle your heels, drag his nails up your arches, and dig between each toe several times before You finally gave up and submitted to your fate. It got worse when he threw several sarcastic and snarky comments your way, such as "I think you need to see a doctor about your ticklish feet," or "We should test how much they tickle every night just to make sure you're still ticklish," or - your personal favorite - "I think I'm going to ask Wanda to cast a spell on you on Halloween night. Something that will make you even more ticklish than you already are, Princess." It was so brutal.

However, You were enjoying his playful behavior. Albeit he was being more merciless than he usually was, it felt good to laugh. You felt as though all your worries were melting away as he distracted You with light scratches, surprise pokes, stubble tickles, or digging deep into your skin. You needed this fun, but you would never admit it.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" he singsonged, and You squealed for the billionth time as he returned to your toes. "Such a ticklish Princess! I can't wait to do this again when you're asleep!"

You screamed at that before falling back into your squealing laughter. You were holding onto the headboard of the bed, gripping it harder as if that would help you deal with the ticklish sensations.

After what felt like an eternity, Bucky's tickling slowed, and You took that opportunity to cough out the safe word, "Rose." Fortunately, he heard You and ceased tickling.

He sat up and massaged your feet, rubbing away the ghost tickles as You tried to recollect your thoughts. "Are you okay, doll?" he asked, moving to massage your toes.

"Y-Yeah," You croaked then let out a cough. You watched as Bucky's dark outline climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. He lit a candle - most likely, the one he took from You - and brought it over to the nightstand. He set it down, and You could finally see him; well, some of him anyway. "You look happy."

He chuckled then smirked. "I'm happy-" He climbed back onto the bed, settling on top of you, and brushed your hair out of your eyes. "-because there's a beautiful smile on your face."

"It was forced," You teased, a few airy giggles coming up.

He rose an eyebrow, and your breath hitched in your throat as he ghosted his fingers down your arm and stopped right above the armpit. "Was it now?"

You were giggling again and shook your head. "N-No! Okay, okay, it w-wasn't! Stop, please!"

He chuckled. "I'm just messing with you, doll." He leaned forward and pecked your lips. "I love hearing your laugh."

"I know you do." You pulled at the handcuffs. "You want to let me out of this, so I can hold you?"

He smirked then reached up and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing your wrists. You lowered your arms and wrapped them around his neck, your hands running through his hair. "I love you," You whispered.

"I love you too, doll," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. "You did so good during that, you know? You took it like a soldier."

You snorted. "I didn't realize you had to go through tickle torture as a soldier."

"Oh, no, that just started with you, doll, and I say you passed with flying colors." He winked. "Although there is one more test you have to take if you want to be a soldier."

"And what's that?" You whispered as he leaned closer to your lips, and You locked your arms around his neck.

"You have to seduce me."

You smirked. "Oh, I thought I already did."

"Yeah, you did," he whispered then kissed you.

The power didn't turn back on until morning. Bucky sat on the edge of the bed, texting Tony about the class. He had noticed You didn't attend but wasn't disappointed or upset with You like you feared he would be. He was more worried, but he assumed Bucky was taking care of You, so he decided to wait and contact You in the morning. Once he learned that both of you were affected by the sudden power surge, his worries faded, and he told Bucky to have You call him later. A lot of students had missed the class because of the surge, so the Professor was holding another one in a few days to catch everyone up. Bucky reassured him that he would pass the message on then tossed his phone onto the ottoman.

Bucky glanced over, seeing You sleeping soundly under the covers. Your dress and bra lay on the floor, having been tossed to the side during last night's fun. He chuckled to himself and smirked softly as he reflected on it. He loved being with You. Even as you lay there snoring like a tractor, he couldn't help but think he was the luckiest man in the world to have You in his life.

-TT

[august-anon]

Overtime

this fic has been done since january of 2022 and i have just been hoarding it sjdfh i have no excuses

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Ship(s): Dorian/Inquisitor Lavellan

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Lavellan/Ler!Dorian

Word Count: 1614 words

Summary: The life of the Inquisitor is a busy one, and Lavellan has a tendency to overwork himself thanks to that. Fortunately, he has Dorian there to help convince him otherwise -- even if the methods get a bit unorthodox.

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Lavellan rubbed at his eyes, leaning back in his chair. They were dry and tired, and the dim light wasn’t helping him any. The sun had set, likely some time ago now, but he hadn’t been paying attention. Now all he had to light his desk was a candle that was burning too low and the glow from the dying fireplace, barely doing anything to cut through the chill anymore.

Lavellan gasped as there was suddenly a warm body on his lap, and his eyes flew open. Dorian sat there, looking down at him with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. He rubbed his hands up and down Lavellan’s arms a few times, helping fight off the chill even more.

“Taking a nap?” Dorian asked, tilting his head to the side. “Because I can not imagine this old chair is so comfortable. Don’t come crying to me when you wake with a crick in your neck.”

As if to punctuate his point, he leaned forward and nipped at Lavellan’s neck. Lavellan blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings again. The candle had completely burnt out, the hot wax even having started to cool. The fire was roaring again, but that was likely Dorian’s doing from when he had entered. The man was rather sensitive to the cold.

He had fallen asleep. Fenedhis, he was more tired than he thought. 

“Sorry,” Lavellan murmured. “Didn’t mean to.”

Dorian hummed, leaning up to kiss him. His mustache was soft, tickling Lavellan’s upper lip. He brought his hand up to run it through Dorian’s hair and found it just as soft, none of Dorian’s styling products sticking to his fingers or face. He must have bathed before coming up here. Despite how badly he wanted to sink into Dorian, he pulled away from the kiss, tilting his head to the side to avoid being drawn in again.

“I just need to finish these reports,” he said, shifting under Dorian to coax him into standing. “I’ll come to bed soon.”

Dorian frowned, not rising from Lavellan’s lap. He glanced back at the piles of reports on Lavellan’s desk, outrageously tall, then turned back toward Lavellan, both his eyebrows raised.

“And you think you’re going to finish those tonight? I think not.” Dorian huffed, leaning into Lavellan’s front again. “Come to bed. The reports will be there in the morning.” 

Lavellan shook his head. “It’s fine, most of them only need my signature. I’ll be done before you know it.”

Dorian huffed. “Fine, have it your way. But I’ll have you know, I’m quite comfortable, so if you want to do work instead of going to sleep, you’ll have to do it with me sitting here.”

Lavellan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the fond smile lifting at his lips. He allowed Dorian to slouch forward against him and get comfortable before reaching forward to finish his work, lit by the glow of the nearby fire. He pursed his lips when he felt Dorian’s lips start to press light kisses along his neck, but it wasn’t too distracting, so Lavellan didn’t bother telling him to stop.

That was, until Dorian’s ministrations became more intentional, mouthing gently at Lavellan’s neck, his mustache brushing at the skin with every kiss. Lavellan fought to keep his composure, glad that Dorian’s face was tucked away so that he couldn’t see the goofy smile slowly forcing its way across Lavellan’s face. He resisted every urge to shy away or shrug up his shoulders, hoping that Dorian would tire of this and stop soon.

The mustache didn’t normally bother him nearly so much, despite Dorian’s penchant for coming up behind him and kissing up the back of his neck. But normally, Dorian’s mustache was carefully styled, held in place with wax and whatever other products he used to help it keep its shape all day. The hairs were often so confined and coated, they didn’t usually brush up against his skin this way. It was starting to drive Lavellan mad.

He was able to keep his composure until Dorian started moving up, mouthing at and brushing his mustache up against the patches of skin just below and just behind Lavellan’s ear. Lavellan let out a small, choked-off squeak, his shoulder jumping a little in an aborted protective move. His face grew hot. Dorian chuckled against his skin.

“Always so sensitive,” he murmured.

The flush on Lavellan’s face grew. Of course Dorian would assume that Lavellan’s reaction had to do with his ears. Dorian has explored their sensitivity well enough by now, with fingers and lips and tongue, eager to draw out all the noises Lavellan could make from his ministrations. Lavellan didn’t even want to know what it would feel like to have those sensations mingling with the ticklish feeling currently radiating across his skin.

Okay, that was a lie. He did. Just not when it was so late at night, and not when he had so much work to do.

Lavellan cleared his throat, trying to force the wobble out of his voice. “Trying to distract me won’t make me finish this any faster, you know.”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Dorian said against his skin, hot breath puffing and lips and mustache brushing.

Lavellan had to clench his fingers on the edge of his desk to keep control. It felt like his skin was slowly growing hypersensitive to the light touches, every small sensation sending ticklish sparks racing across his nerves.

Lavellan took a few steadying breaths, hoping Dorian didn’t notice despite how plastered together their bodies were, and tried to regain his focus. He did his best to ignore Dorian covering every inch of his neck in kisses, getting through all of three documents before a gasp was torn from his lips.

Dorian had nuzzled his face into the crook of Lavellan’s neck, humming and sighing as he tried to get comfortable. Lavellan tried to do his best impression of a turtle to force the maddening sensations away, but Dorian didn’t move an inch, thwarting all attempts.

“Dorian—!” Lavellan yelped, high pitched and silly.

Finally, mercifully, Dorian pulled away from his neck, giving him an incredulous look. “What is the matter with you?”

Neck freed, Lavellan brought both hands up to rub at the skin, trying to force the lingering ticklish feelings away. Dorian stared at him like he’d grown a second head. Lavellan dropped his head into his palms and groaned.

“It tickles,” he muttered. “So bad.”

Dorian laughed, prying Lavellan’s hands away from his face. “And why did I not know about this before?”

Lavellan huffed. “I figured you’d find out eventually.”

Dorian reached out and lightly traced a finger down Lavellan’s neck, grinning when he flinched away with a near-giggly whimper and a goofy smile. 

“How on earth did you keep it hidden all this time?”

Lavellan felt himself go red from his chest to the tips of his ears. Looking away, he grumbled, “It’s not usually like this.”

“Oh?”

Lavellan squirmed underneath Dorian. “It’s your—the mustache. It’s not styled.”

Dorian blinked at him, then burst into laughter. He laughed with his whole body, tossing his head back and leaning with it, to the point where Lavellan reached out to balance him so he wouldn’t topple backwards. Dorian quickly regained his composure, looking down at Lavellan with a menacing smirk.

“Oh, my dear, you’re in trouble now.”

Lavellan’s eyes went wide. “Dorian, wait—“

Dorian did not wait.

He leaned back into Lavellan’s neck before he could scrunch up in protection, mouthing deliberately at the crook of Lavellan’s neck where he had broken before. Now caught, there was little reason for Lavellan to fight to hide his reactions, and he let out a giggly squeal. Dorian nuzzled in close and huffed out a strong breath, and Lavellan had to stomp his feet on the ground as he laughed just to stand it.

“Adorable,” Dorian spoke against his neck. 

Dorian settled more heavily on his lap, limiting his movement and making it a lot harder to stomp his feet. He placed his hands on Lavellan’s shoulders, pushing them down and holding them there. Then, he took a deep breath and started blowing a series of raspberries up the column of Lavellan’s neck.

Lavellan shrieked, squirming what limited amount he could. “Please! Vhenan, please!”

Dorian chuckled. “Please what?” He nuzzled in just under Lavellan’s ear, making him cackle. “My dear, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so sensitive as you.”

Lavellan finally managed to bring his arms up between their bodies, pushing Dorian back a bit so he couldn’t read Lavellan’s neck. “I don’t think I am, normally?”

Dorian raised an eyebrow, raising wiggling fingers up to Lavellan’s neck before Lavellan caught them mid-air and pushed them back down, laughing and squirming at just the sight.

He averted his eyes, trying not to blush. “It got worse, the more you did it and I tried not to react.”

Dorian grinned. “I’ll have to keep that in mind then, won’t I?”

Lavellan scowled, though he didn’t mean it. “There will not be a repeat performance.”

“There will be right now, if you don’t come to bed.”

Lavellan pursed his lips. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But not because you threatened me! It would just be easier to finish this in the morning, when it’s light again.”

Dorian scoffed, rising from Lavellan’s lap and pulling him from the chair. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, amatus.”

Lavellan allowed Dorian to tug off his day clothes and drag him into bed, pulling him close to share their body heat. Dorian wasn’t built for the chill of the south, that was for certain. He tucked his face into Dorian’s neck as they drifted off, already plotting his revenge.