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[fluffyenergee]

I think you should see this, I painted it for someone else, but I can't leave you out:)

*my lee!Engie with ler!Spy immediately transforming into lee!Engie with ler!Soldier mood upon seeing it*

It's so good, it's so goodddd! I'm so happy you decided to share this with me too, seriously! Bro, Soldier's realizing something and I say it's either a) how much fun it is to tickle b) how cute Engie is while tickled, or both. Probably both. And leg kicks! I looove leg kicks! Ugh ughhh ugh lee!Engie is gonna take over me istg.

Perfect art as always, the only "bad" thing about it is that it sent me straight to lee mood and I ain't satisfying that.

[slightly-gay-pogohammer]

do you have a favorite bug and if so. why

don't make me choose we LITERALLY live in a world where bumblebees silk moths mantises green beetles AND stag beetles exist. how can i choose. how

[fluffyenergee]

Ну, это последний рисунок, который я отправляю вам лично, конечно, я все равно буду рад вашим запросам, но они будут опубликованы в моем блоге. Я переделывал этого Heavy дважды, потому что первый получился не очень хорошо и я решил, что вы заслуживаете лучшего качества, я вложил в эту версию всю свою душу и свою благодарность вам. Надеюсь, это то, что вы хотели, в любом случае, я был рад это нарисовать. И это третья и заключительная часть комикса:3

The first thing I did was seeing this ask in my notifications and all I saw was text, so I didn't expect this to be a drawing and got so jumpscared but in the best possible way omg. Lee!Heavy! Madly ticklish on his tummy! Just the way I like this indeed! Everything about Medic's expression is exactly how I feel looking at it. I want that tummy tickled so bad mhmhmmhmh! Everything you put into this drawing 100% shows. Also, I'm so glad I found another lee!Heavy enjoyer.

I also can't help but thing that since Scout got left behind the door he hears all that and realized how close he was to dying being tickled. He freaking bolts. Overall, everything about this drawing makes me feel: 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤.

And I'm very glad you decided to start posting on your blog, like I said I will help if needed! I'm excited to see more of your drawings and posts and stuff, truly. And of course, let's adress the elephant in the room, you know Russian?? Aka Heavy's language? Hell yeah. When I tell you Heavy made me like this language so much 🤤.

Now draw Scout getting killed and/or hated/hj

[fluffyenergee]

"I thought you said you weren't ticklish" with ler!demo and lee!solly :3

"KKKHAHAHAHA!"

A mix of laughter and a scream could be heard coming from the common room. In fact, it was loud enough to reach Soldier's ears and sent him rushing to the source.

"Enemy alert, enemy alert, everyone, regroup-!"

He stopped instantly once he arrived in the doorway.

It was not a sneaky enemy attack, it wasn't even anyone accidentally burning the kitchen. Or in case of some of them not accidentally at all. The point was what met Soldier's eyes was Sniper sitting in Heavy's lap. Still screaming.

"Maggot, what is going on!? What is this Commie-?"

"KKKHAHAHA! AHAHHA!" Sniper wailed again. "S-STOHOHOHAP HIHIHIM!"

Sniper's arms flailed wildly and that's when Soldier saw it. One of Heavy's arms was keeping Sniper pinned to his chest, while the other one was wiggling against the marksman's ribs. Oh.

"Sniper was being rude," Heavy simply claimed, like that was enough of an excuse. Maybe it was.

"Bah! That is no serious emergency." Soldier thumped his leg and just when he was about to turn around and find something better to take care of-

"Naw, c'mon, laddie, not good enough of a show fer ye?" Demoman revealed his presence and spoke from the couch trying his best to be louder than Sniper, his eyes moving from the tickle pair to Soldier. "It's good fer me." He took a sip of his scrumpy.

"Show?!" Soldier raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "Being ticklish does not count as entertainment, this is an unforgivable weakness!" With that he took off, ignoring Sniper's curses.

However, he didn't get to go far before, aside from Sniper's laughter, he could hear thumps of steps behind him. Instincts kicked again and he was face to face with the intruder.

"Spy!"

"Eh, naw, lad, still me." Demo blinked at the other.

"Good job, then!" Soldier patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up."

"Aye." Demo grinned. "But actually, I wanted to ask ye a question."

"What is it, Demoman?"

"Ye said that ticklin' is a weakness."

"That is not a question, but yes!" Soldier straightened his posture. "It is. Just like pain."

"Riiiiight." Demo rolled his eyes half-heartedly. "Guess it's bad then that every mate in this team is ticklish."

"WHAT!?" Soldier's helmet almost flew off his head. "Everyone?"

"Yep. Checked it meself." Demo grinned to himself. "'S not that weird, actually, doc once said that someone not bein' ticklish would be more of an er, "atypical nervous reaction"."

"Hmp, so everyone here is a weakling," Soldier scoffed and crossed his arms. "Aside from me. I knew it all along. Soldier prevails, maggots!"

"Soooo, you're saying ye're not ticklish?"

"Correct!" Soldier saluted.

"Riiiight." Demo narrowed his eyes. "Mind if I check then?"

"Weakness inspection, I approve!" Soldier agreed enthusiastically but then added quickly, "Even if I know there are no weaknesses on this body." He patted his chest. "You still have-." He choked on his words when Demo started pulling him with him, away from the common room.

Even though Sniper's laughter has died a while ago, Demo figured they could use a different area for that "test". And what a better place than his own room where he could be like, 50% sure no one would come uninvited.

So, they entered the area, and he lightly pushed Soldier towards his messy couch where the other sat down, still as straight as a guitar string but definitely not tense. And Demo thought that could only mean one thing,

"He genuinely thinks he's not ticklish."

Fine then, either he would make an absolute fool out of himself orrrr prove to a very unwilling mercenary that he is ticklish as well. He weighed the pros and cons, and his mind was made up.

"Alright, lad, remember, no laughing."

He sat down next to Soldier and shifted into a more comfortable position. His hands hovered above the other's body for a moment or two and then-.

"Agh!"

Squeezed both of Soldier's knees.

"Aha, what was that?" He smirked, not only because Soldier actually made a sound, but also because from his bent position he could see his eyes, and they were widened.

"Nothing!" Soldier, of course, denied everything.

"Mmmm, sure. Be it yer way."

Demo didn't stop, his hands still sitting on the trusted source that were Soldier's knees and kept squeezing. He hummed when they started twitching and the corners of Soldier's lips started moving up.

"I dunno, ye seem to be reactin', alright."

"This is... ngh, nothing," Soldier hissed through gritted teeth. "I-It's magic, you're using magic!"

"I wish."

The reaction on knees sure was promising but became even better once Demo's hands moved up to the sides of Soldier's thighs and scratched.

"Mmmph!" Soldier's hands moved, just a bit, to grab Demo's, but he managed to stop them just in time.

"Naaw," Demo tickled at the area just between thighs and hips, just where he could feel the bone. "I thought ye said ye weren't ticklish," He purred, half in satisfaction, half playfully, and pinched the skin.

Soldier jumped.

And snickered.

"I-I'm n-not."

To Demo's delight, Soldier's voice as well as body were now shaking. There were definitely no other excuses available now.

"Hah! Ye are ticklish!"

In his enthusiasm Demo put his hands under Soldier's arms and picked him up. It didn't last long, however.

"HAAAAAH!" Soldier wheezed, his hands instantly plastered to his sides.

"Ohoho-hoh. What have we here?" Demo's all-teeth grin was positively evil.

"N-Nothing." The panic in Soldier's voice was absolutely delightful. His arms were making absolutely sure Demo couldn't free his hands from under them even if he tried. "Demoman, I order you t-to stop this r-right nggh, right now!" He sputtered.

"Hmmmm, no." Demo pretended to ponder. "Not only are ye ticklish, ye're really ticklish. Admit it."

"No!" Soldier shook his head so strongly his helmet was now askew. "This is all propaganda. N-Not true at all! Maggot, let me go, or I swear-!" Demo scratched just once in the hollows. "AH!"

Once Soldier threw his head back there was no saving his face getting fully uncovered but at least he managed to catch the helmet. However, instead of putting it back in its place Soldier was now holding it against his face. All in all, if covering his face was the goal Demo had to admit this move was definitely doing its job better than before.

A shame really because he was starting to notice blush on Soldier's face. The good thing, however? Soldier uncovered his armpits completely and Demo was not planning to miss his chance.

His fingers renewed their eager exploration of Soldier's armpits to which their owner in turn returned to laughing, though now it wasn't just a single burst but a continuous stream.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! G-GGHAHAHA!"

No amount of helmet covering could muffle his laughter enough.1

"Guess that means yer just like the rest o' us." Demo shook his head, mock-disapprovingly. "Full of weaknesses. Yer armpits seem to be the worst weakness-central yet."

"NOHOHOHOH, I-I REHEHEHEFUSE!"

"Aye, refuse all ye want, Private Haircut." Demo vibrated his finger which resulted in an actual squeal from Soldier. "Even with one eye I can see it all just fine. Tickle tickle tickle! If that helps, ye can see it as a punishment for lyin' about not bein' ticklish."

"IT WAHAHAHASN'T A-!" The rest of the sentence dissolved in the absolutely wild wheeze escaping Soldier. He tried to come back to it a few more times but each time more laughter or wheezing proved to be superior. "GAHAHAHAHAHA! D-DEHEHEHEHEMO- GAHAHA!"

"Idea!" Demo beamed while drilling his thumbs into the center of Soldier's armpits, causing him to spasm. "I stop when ye admit yer ticklish."

"NEHEHEHEHEVER!"

"Whatever ye say, lad." Demo shrugged. "I have a whole day."

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Help, this is the longest one yet, that ain't a drabble :'). Anyway, I'm glad I got to try writing those two's speech because before I had found it quite intimidating, especially Demo's but I think I did ok :}. Didn't help however that at first both sites with Soldier and Demo's lines didn't freaking work.

[fluffyenergee]

How would each merc react to Spy cloaking and tickling them? And how would Spy tickle each one of them?

Man. Man. The tickle potential with Spy's cloaking? Impeccaple and needs to be used for evil more. And so without further ado:

Scout: Spy gets him while he's laying down or sitting or something like that, because he knows if he does so while Scout's standing he will bolt away. Spy, being the bastard that he is and having that bickering relationship with Scout (by which I mean yes, they do bicker and stuff, but they like each other, that's how I wanna see it anyway :) ) he goes straight for Scout's feet. He waits until Scout is laying on the couch on his front, grabs his ankle, and goes to town on his foot, observing amused as Scout freaks out and squirms like crazy, after a second or two realizing what's going on and cursing Spy out.

Soldier: Spy probably would have to ask someone else to keep Solly in place, cause that man's violent when surprise tickled. And so, Heavy or Pyro's help it is. And Soldier ends up laugh-screaming, squirming, and yelling about "What is this demonic magic?!" that's making him laugh. Takes him the longest out of all the mercs to realize it's Spy being a bastard because he's too busy freaking out and yelling at Heavy or Pyro to "release him this instant".

Pyro: Spy simply kneels in front of him and tickles his tummy (because what else can you tickle through this suit?) and Pyro's reaction? Honestly the same as if Spy wasn't cloaked, hehe. Pyro's like Medic - absolutely tickle-happy, he doesn't even try to run away, simply clapping his hands and giggling through his mask. In fact, he will eventually fall to the floor on his back, letting Spy tickle him happily.

Demoman: Demo panics and fall flat on his butt while howling with laughter, that may be a bit of an overreaction, though that really depends on the targeted spot and on how drunk he is at the moment. And now that he's on the floor it's just so much easier for Spy, thanks, Demo. Spy of course goes after his upper body, considering it's so much more ticklish than his lower body and Demo's a mess, swearing and demanding Spy to stop or he will get him back.

Heavy: Woo boy, Spy definitely needs to get his worst spot - tummy, if he wants any chance of not getting picked up and stopped immediately. Even when he does go after Heavy's stomach he will need to be really careful not to get pushed away or anything like that, because yes, Heavy bursts into laughter and begins flailing his arms around to try to stop Spy, he also immediately knows it's him because really, what else could it be?

Why is this actually so flustering, I love themmmm. Spoovy is actually so good, you guys, and so is every Heavy ship, I don't make the rules. And if I did I'd say that anyway.

Engineer: He immediately starts flailing his wrench around that he 99% has and yelling at the "Snake" to "stop messing with him". He's one of the classes most affected by Spy if not the most, so even if it's his team's Spy he still sure does have one hell of a reaction, because it's Spy tickling him who, again, is his natural enemy even if he knows it's his Spy and that is so so flustering to him, you don't even understand. Bruh, I'm just putting myself in engiespy mood at this point, like those two are so good for tickles, you don't even understand. As for how Spy tickles him? Yep, by worming his hands under his overalls. I just love this uh, scenario? so much, you literally don't even know either.

Medic: As stated in one of the previous asks, Medic would be absolutely delighted by those invisible tickles. He would lay down on his back, keeping himself open and encouraging Spy to tickle him more through his joyous laughter. So you know what? Spy delivers, highkey trying to see if he can break Medic. He can't and Medic demands more. He's obsessed.

Sniper: Oh, Spy absolutely gets him from behind while Sniper's surrounded by at least a few other mercs. He knows Sniper will try his dandest not to react and laugh, which also means he won't be able to really get away from him, because suddenly bolting out in panic out of the room while others are there? Nope, Sniper would rather try to take it, but either way he's dying. And so Spy starts slow, squeezing his sides lightly and trailing his fingers on Sniper's neck, but of course eventually he goes for rougher tickles that are sure to make Sniper react. And yep, Sniper sure does deliver.

[fluffyenergee]

Alrighty then, if you saw my latest blog post you probably know I'm really grateful for anything to lift up the mood, so...

(ahem) Speeding Bullet with ler!Sniper until Scout finds an opportunity to take revenge?

So uhhh, first of all, I don't do ler!Scout like, at all, it's all good, no worries, I did add that to my pinned post now. I just didn't include tthat part. Second, I guess you wanted some headcanons or stuff but... well...

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The battle was long, way too long for anyone to like but both teams still weren't willing to let the other one end up victorious. Even though in the end RED managed to come out on top the satisfaction was barely palpable in the air, but such was the charm of Dustbowl.

Subsequently, after complaining and whining to anyone who would listen, or even if they wouldn't, Scout eagerly jumped in the shower. He sighed once the warm water washed away the stress of the day. Well, most of it. To get rid of the rest of it he would need to take one more step. A metaphorical one too, because Sniper's camper van was just a bit farther than that.

Knock knock.

"Roo?"

"You bet."

The door opened and Scout fell straight into Sniper's arms.

"Sniiiipes," he whined tiredly and practically headbutted his boyfriend in the chest.

"Scooout." Sniper reflected with his own amused whine. "You still look tired. That bad?"

"Easy for you to say," Scout scoffed, his eyes closed. "You stay in one spot most of the time."

"Hmm, fair enough, mate. Come 'ere." One hand holding Scout upright, because the mercenary in question was barely taking care of that himself, Sniper closed the door and led his boyfriend farther inside.

Feeling that, Scout freed himself from Sniper's hold and fell on his back on the small couch stuffed in between other furniture, his calves dangling off of one side.

"Need anything?" Sniper moved to his corner with food and water.

With closed eyes and pursed lips Scout shook his head. "Mmmng."

"Right."

Suddenly, Scout felt his upper half being lifted and shifted before it was put right back, this time he felt Sniper's lap under his head. Scout rumbled a little and wiggled in place, a small honest smile finally appearing on his face for the first time since the match started being too much.

"Feelin' better now?" Came Sniper's voice from above.

"Hmmm," Scout pretended to wonder, exhaling slowly through his nose, "yeah, mostly. Could use somethin' extra to feel fully good."

"Something extra, ay?" Scout couldn't see it, but the smirk was very present in Sniper's voice. "Allow me then."

Uh oh.

Scout squeezed his eyes tighter. A shiver ran down his spine. Warmth appeared in his chest. He knew what was coming, he knew. His fingers clawed at the couch.

Sniper's fingers barely touched the sides of his neck, but it was enough for Scout to jerk slightly.

"Snipeeees."

"Really wanna do the whole whinin' thing again?" Sniper hummed in amusement, his fingertips tapping against the sensitive skin. And then he changed his movements to scritching up and down the sides of Scout's neck. "'Cause I'd rather you were laughin'."

Scout's eyes flew open. "Pfffahahahaha! S-Snipes!" His hands shot to Sniper's, but they didn't even grab his wrists, instead hovering closely while their owner wiggled and snickered.

"What's wrong, Roo?" Sniper wasn't even trying to hide the teasing in his tone now.

"Stohohohop this, you ass!" Scout's head was turning rapidly from side to side as Sniper's hands continued attacking the entirety of his neck. Sometimes when Sniper tickled the front of it and Scout lifted his chin instinctively the fingers moved to tickle under it as well, causing the other to let out snickers.

"You sure don't seem like you want it to stop." Sniper gripped Scout's wrist and brought his flailing hands down, holding them there. "You seem to be enjoyin' yourself. I mean, you are laughin' and smilin'." He grinned.

Oh, that grin - pure evil. One that Scout knew too well. One that he knew Sniper didn't use too often unless he was torturing him. He felt his back produce another shiver.

Scout was breathing heavily now, his face red already. "I ain't! I'm smiling because-!" Sniper didn't let him finish, this time tickling Scout's neck much more aggressively. "NAHAHAHAHA! THAT AIN'T FAHAHAHAIR!" His back arched so bad it left the couch for a second while his hands were right back to moving around.

"Sure, it is," Sniper replied smugly. "You like it." He scribbled near Scout's ears causing him to snort, his hands finally latching onto Sniper's wrists. Even though in his weakened, giggly state he was no match for the other, Sniper still warned, "Oi, careful with those hands. If they hold me back too much, I'll make sure they can't move at all. I do have a rope here, y'know."

Scout's shoulder rose up to his ears, his blush deepening. Still, he couldn't stop laughing. "NAHAHA! OHOHOHOHO, NO! DOHOHON'T!"

"Then don't force me." Sniper smiled in that fake-sweet way. Only once he did see Scout limit his flailing he stopped the wiggling on his neck, giving him a quick scratch under his chin. "Good Roo."

"Ngggh, and you... you are... terrible!" Scout accused between breaths before mustering enough energy to push his body just enough so his head wasn't resting on Sniper's lap. "Stop it!"

But that just caused another spot to take its place.

"Here now?" Sniper eyed Scout's tummy as if he didn't just watch his boyfriend laugh himself stupid.

"What? No!"

"Fine with me."

"Sniper, I swear to-!"

Too big and too precise hands wormed under Scout's shirt causing him to squeak.

And then-

"Tickle, tickle, tiiiickle."

Fuck, Scout hated when Sniper got like that.

"NOHOHOHOHO! OH, MY GOHOHOHOHOHOHOD!" Scout arched his back again but that just brought his tummy closer to Sniper who very much took advantage of it. His fingers moved from spot to spot, tickling, poking, prodding, and scratching. And Scout was losing his mind. "STOP STOP STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOP! SNIHIHIHIPES! STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

It didn't matter how strong Scout's willpower to keep his hands from moving was because now they definitely were and not planning to stop. They grabbed Sniper's wrists, hands, and pushed at his chest. To no avail. Neither did sucking in his tummy or attempting to hold in his laughter. His stomach was just too weak, and Scout could only curse it for that.

Or bless it.

"YOUHUHU WEHEHEHERE SUPPOSED TO- ACK! NAHAHA-!" Scout had to stop to hiccup with laughter. Sniper himself took this as a cue to practically massage his lower tummy. "TO HEHEHELP ME RELAHAHAHAX! YOU TRAHAHAHA-!" He was unable to finish his sentence as another wave of laughter rendered his laughter silent for a moment.

"But I am." Sniper's brows furrowed as if he was actually offended. His tone however was calm, as if he didn't have a trashing personification of a tickle spot with a Boston accent howling with laughter on his lap. "The best way to relax is to do something you love." He nodded wisely.

"...I doHOHOHOHON'T!" Scout's laughter returned vigorously. "DON'T LOHOHOHOHOHOVE THIS- YAHAHA ACK!" He squeaked when Sniper drilled his fingers into his hips.

"You say that and yet you don't even try to escape." Sniper's tone was as pleased as ever. "And you sure look relaxed to me. And if not..." He took in the view of Scout's red face, mostly the gigantic, desperate smile and eyes blurred with tears of mirth. Meanwhile, his hands did not stop even for a second, just slowed down every here and there. "Then we have plenty of time to continue and spots to test. And if we get bored," He moved up to torment Scout's armpits, "there's still an option of utilizing that rope."

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Have my shitty writing and kill me

I do hope that lifts your mood ^^

[fluffyenergee]

How would heavy react to getting teased while tied up :3c

For example being tied up to the lab bed in the medics lab and getting his feet teased (or tummy >w<) I have a feeling he has a huge weakness for getting teased and called "little" and overally the opposite he is. A sweet ticklish little liebeling :3

Ah! Lovely ask! Well, first, Heavy is not that easy to break with tickles or teasing so it needs to be going on for a while to really get to him, but being tied up aka being helpess definitely helps even though admitting weakness is something he really is opposed to doing normally. The point is, once he starts begging, not just trying to free himself, I mean verbally begging you know yo really got to him.

I can definitely see how being called "little" would be a huge weakness to him "Aw, is my little sweetheart so week to some tummy tickles? Oh, he definitely is, adorable!" gah *v*. But like, once he's begging he really is letting himself enjoy it, even if in a desperate way. Seriously, there's something so good about a big man like him being destroyed by tickling, I love him so much.

Seriously. You know how I don't fw ler!Scout? Well... that's mostly true. But guess who I can allow him to ler for? Sometimes. Not often. Very rearly. A few times however I was in such mood for Scout and Medic tickling Heavy into oblivion and it was soooo good, I melted.

[fluffyenergee]

(ordering like I'm in a drive thru) uhhhh can I get the uhhhh number five prompt...and uhhhh lemme get the...lemme get uh...can I get engineer absolutely destroying spy?

"Please, that is not even slightly original or funny for that matter."

Cigarette smoke curled around Spy and Engineer as the former observed one of the drawings on Engineer's cork board. Scout's drawing. Of Spy. And a frog with an exaggerated moustache. The two were kissing, the French flag drew proudly above them.

"You'd think at some point he'd get bored of drawing the same thing."

"Aw, c'mon," Engie spoke with barely contained amusement, if he was even trying, "let the boyo have a hobby. I like those, make workin' here easier. Ya gotta admit it's amusin'."

"Hardly."

"Not even gonna let out a small chuckle for me? Won't tell anyone, Texan's promise."

"I only "chuckle" when killing people by myself." Spy rolled his eyes. "This is real amusement, you should try it sometimes, laborer," As always, he emphasized the last word.

"Oh yeah? Well, ya should try laughin' more often. Could make others more willin' to interact with ya and maybe then you'd be less grouchy."

"In that case I definitely won't try it."

Spy knew Engineer would take that as a challenge. And he'd definitely enjoy the other try fruitlessly. Or so he thought.

“So, ya won't laugh no matter what?" Engineer circled to behind his companion. "Even if I do this…?” He put his hands on Spy's sides.

Spy barely flinched, but still enough for Engineer to feel it. To his credit, however, everything else about his body language remained intact.

"Engineer, take your dirty hands off of me," Spy scoffed. "Whatever it is you're planning it's a waste of time."

"Then it's good I have time to spare right now."

Spy gritted his cigarette when feeling a squeeze on his sides.

"Engineer-!"

"Nah."

Engie quickly took off both of his gloves and crawled one of his hands under Spy's clothes to wiggle at his tummy, while the gunslinger held onto Spy's hip, squeezing every now and then.

To Spy's absolute horror, this resulted in a snort escaping his lips.

"Aw, so ya can laugh!" Engie teased.

"T-That… wasn't a-a laugH!" Spy sputtered, his shaking hands moving to grab Engie's wrists. "Stop… it!" He was trying his best to keep his voice steady, really, he was, but it was impossible to feign lack of reaction in this situation.

"Guess that's true," Engineer agreed before his second hand also dived to tickle Spy's stomach, both of them accelerating now. "So maybe now?"

"Khh… ngh- AGH!" Spy was trembling like a leaf in the wind, the corners of his lips moving upwards but not quite there yet. "C-Cease that… now!" He felt laughter bubbling in his throat but managed to bite his lower lip just in time. Barely…

"Why? Ticklish? Didn't take ya for the type, good to know."

Spy wasn't entirely sure what the plan was, but even he had to admit thinking was hard in this situation, even if just to himself back in the back of mind that he would later deny. And then, when Engineer really started scratching at his stomach, causing his back to arch, he couldn't stop himself from cloaking.

"Oh? Well, that ain't gonna help." Engie chuckled in amusement as he now tickled seemingly nothing. "Gotcha trapped in my arms, spook." With that he decided that it was enough teasing. It was time to make Spy lose all his fancy schmancy flare.

With his hands still working under Spy's clothes he dragged the invisible mercenary to the chair, forced him to sit on it, and Engie himself? Straddled Spy's lap and tickled aggressively all over his tummy and sides.

Whoosh.

"AAAHAHAHAAH!" Spy returned to view with a vengeance.

"There ya are!" Engie cheered with exaggerated joy. "Well, would ya look at that. You can laugh just fine."

Now he just needed to make sure Spy had no chance of denying it. His hands scratched higher, now teasing his ribs, while he moved his face to Spy's neck, moved his balaclava up with his nose, and blew a raspberry.

Pffft!

"GAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHA! E-ENGINEER!" Spy threw his head back while his mind scrambled for ideas to free himself and make sure absolutely no one found out about this. All he came up with however was to 1) hope it was a dream 2) push at Engineer with his hands. It didn't accomplish much.

Another raspberry.

"NAHAHAHA! I OHOHOHORDER YOU TO STOHOHOP!" Another snort when Engineer dug his fingers between Spy's ribs.

"Hmmm, let me think." Engineer hummed before blowing another raspberry. "Nah. You're laughin', that's good, told ya you could."

"MERDE-!" Spy hiccupped with laughter and threw his arm across his suspiciously wet eyes.

Engineer immediately took his chance and while the gunslinger remained taking care of those ticklish ribs his other hand moved to the outstretched armpit.

Spy positively screamed.

"KHAAAAA! BWAHAHAHA, N-NON!" His arm flew to his side but that only trapped Engie's hand under in his armpit which he eagerly utilized. Then, to Engineer's utter delight, Spy begged, "P-PLEHEHEHEASE, YOU PROHOHOHOVED YOUR POINT! STOHOHOHOP!"

"Oh, I'm never lettin' ya forget that." He smiled mischievously, his hands not stopping for even a second, his lips waiting close to Spy's neck.

"ENGINEER!"

"Yer awful cute like that, I can see you blushing even through that mask."

That was bad enough, but Spy could feel the blush spreading down his face. It was only a matter of time before it would be seen on his neck. Still, he was too busy writhing with laughter to fully comprehend that.

Even though Spy did admit that Engineer was right, that he could laugh, and indirectly to being ticklish, not that any admission was needed at this point, Engie didn't stop. Spy really was too cute like that.

Not a bad way of spending the afternoon, not bad at all.

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You know, when I said I would write drabbles I meant that, as in 300 - 500 words or something like that, but so far all of those are coming out closer to 1000 words.

[fluffyenergee]

GIVE IT BAAACK! with ler!engie and lee!Pyro. I have a silly hc that Py often steals some stuff from the workshop just to play and pull Dell away from work

"Pyrooooo!" Echoed through the base's hallways, the yell accompanied by the thumps of hurried steps. "Give it back!"

"Mpphphehe!" Could be heard a little closer.

Pyro was rushing from area to area with Engineer doing his best to keep up, a frown of focused determination adoring his face. It was one thing that Pyro had stolen, or well, "borrowed" something from his workshop. A single piece of scrap metal or a nail Engineer could do without, the same however couldn't be applied to his damn wrench. Which was exactly what had sent him on this mad rush after the local pyromaniac.

Speaking of whom, Pyro turned a number of corners, running past a few mildly confused, and perhaps amused, teammates and was now leading them both back to the workshop.

Engineer caught a strained breath but smirked. Just a little closer... just a bit... Three... Two... One... Just as they ran through the door to his abode, he gathered all his strength and threw himself at Pyro's back.

"Mmmph!" Pyro barely managed to brace for impact before the two mercenaries landed on the floor.

"Aha! Gotcha pardner," Engineer celebrated. "Now, we can forget all about that if ya just-." He reached for the wrench, but Pyro was faster, backing off all the way to the wall and clenching the item against his chest.

"Mpph!" He shook his head decisively before teasing the other by wiggling the wrench close to his face. And then he clenched it again. "Mmhm."

Engineer could hear that smugness in his teammate's voice. Almost as if taunting "What are you going to do about this? Hm?". Fine then.

"Oh, so that's how we gonna do it, huh?" He drawled teasingly, observing with amusement as Pyro let out a few quick giggles and shook his head half-heartedly. "Fine with me."

Engineer's hands shot to Pyro's sides. And squeezed.

"MMPH!"

"I warned ya." Engie grinned. "Give the wrench back nicely or suffer under my hands."

Apparently, Pyro chose to suffer. He clenched the wrench harder, leaving his torso wide open.

"Fit yerself."

Engineer squeezed a few more times all alone the length of Pyro's sides before redirecting his hands to his stomach.

"MPHHH! Khehe HEHE!" Something akin to giggles could be heard from Pyro, muffled, and delighted, his laughter jumping an octave whenever Engineer switched the wiggling of his fingers to squeeze along the soft area. "Mphehe MMHE!"

"Aw, what's wrong?" Engineer teased, his hands now kneading Pyro's tummy like a dough. "Lil' troublemaker can't take it? It will all stop as soon as ya give me that wrench back. C'mon, it ain't hard task."

"MMH!" Pyro's hands flew away from his chest to flail. Still, one gloved palm remained gripped around the tool. "MEHEHE!"

Engie tried, he really did, but his smile inevitably switched from a teasingly smug one to a fond one.

"Careful with that." He chuckled while avoiding the wildly moving wrench.

Still, his tickling attack didn't cease but neither did Pyro's determination to keep hold on that wrench. Well then...

"Alright, time for big guns then."

With one hand still making Pyro laugh now by wiggling between his ribs, Engineer used his teeth to remove the glove from the other one. The gunslinger came into full view.

"MMPHHEHE!" Engie could feel Pyro jump under his touch.

"Yep, ya asked for this, smokey."

A low hum filled the air around the two mercenaries as the fingers of the mechanical hand started vibrating and Engie could almost see Pyro's eyes widening behind the mask. However, he didn't need his imagination when Pyro let out giddy giggles, his arms wrapping around his torso.

"Nah-ah." Engie wiggled one finger of his non-mechanical hand. "Shoulda thought of it before. Now however..." His hand gripped Pyro's free one and pinned it above his head while the vibrating gunslinger pushed against his suit on the now exposed armpit.

"MPPPHU! HEHEHMMHE!" A mess of laughter escaped Pyro's lips. Also, a mess were his reactions consisting of scrunching his shoulders and flailing his free hand. "MMMM!" His legs kicked against the floor.

"Tickle, tickle." Engie looked as peaceful and as patient as ever, definitely not like someone who had a squirming mercenary in their hands. "C'mon, I know yer too ticklish for that."

Whether Pyro meant to do that, or it was a result of ticklish meltdown would remain a mystery, either way the wrench fell from his hand and found its way next to the two on the floor.

"Now, would ya look at that." Engineer glanced at the discarded tool, a self-satisfied smile stretching on his face. "It seems it wasn't so hard." He let go of Pyro's wrist and moved the gunslinger away, leaving the other to catch his breath. "Now-" His eyes met the clock face. "Ah, damn it."

Pyro reacted by clapping his hands and letting out excited noises, though his movements were visibly slower, his voice breathier.

"You planned this, didn't ya?" Engie narrowed his eyes at the other. But then... "I suppose since it's too late to work without annoying everyone we might as well..."

"MMMPPH!"

Engie's hands were under Pyro's arms, now both of them. Because it might have been too late to comfortably make noises banging metal together but apparently not too late for muffled laughter to reverberate through the workshop.

[fluffyenergee]

🍉🍓🍎🍊🥝 - sneeper my husband

Thanks bestie

Sniper, also known as Snooper and Sneeper and also my kin

🍉Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the stomach or neck?

as a lee: tickled on the neck

as a ler: tickle the stomach

More about that below cause the asks are similar and I wrote this below first and I kinda said all I wanted about those there v

🍓Would you rather be given/give stomach raspberries or neck raspberries?

as a lee: both will kill him but neck raspberries. The mere thought of someone lifting his shirt just to blow raspberries on his tummy is too much. Neck raspberries it is. Joke on him cause those really tickle too and he can't do anything aside from raising his shoulders which does not help.

as a ler: having said all that he prefers giving tummy raspberries. There's something really intimate about showing his face into someone's neck plus it's not that an easy to get and properly tickle spot. Stomach however? Much bigger patch of skin, easier to get, easier to tickle.

🍎Would you rather give/get tickly kisses or nuzzles?

as a lee: nuzzles, kisses are juuuust too flustering. Like, really? Kissing him on all those different spots? And it tickles? Gah! Nuzzles are a bit easier for him to process and accept.

as a ler: nuzzles as well. He's not gonna kiss just anyone, he might if he's closer with his lee, but nuzzles? He doesn't have such boundaries about those, and I mean, he does have a pretty good stubble which will definitely help.

🍊Would you rather tickle/be tickled roughly or gently?

as a lee: he's gentle tickles kinda guy. Like, if he is to be embarassed like that and laugh himself silly he'd much rather it was gentle because then that laughter will not be as desperate along with his overall reactions. Plus, it's comforting.

as a ler: mmm I think he normally tickles somewhere in-between, but if he were to choose one of those it would be gentle tickles. Just tracing his fingers, squeezing here and there, poking, he's not losing energy, his lee is laughing anyway, it's perfect.

🥝Would you rather tickle/be tickled on the knees or armpits?

as a lee: on his armpits, easily. His knees are his worst spots so he's going to die if tickled there. His armpits compared to them are much less ticklish, so armpits it is.

as a ler: armpits too. He has that thing that when he tickles on the knees, knowing if it were him being tickled there he'd be in histerics, he just can't do it. And with armpits he can just sit on the lee's arms which are outstretched above their head and go to town, easy peasy lemon definitely squeezy.

He's kinda like Engie - flustered lee but a cheeky ler.

[fluffyenergee]

Well, I'm interested in the reaction or actions of the mercenaries if they noticed that someone was being tickled, you can take any Lee as an example, I apologize if this is not what was needed:3

No worries at all, any ask about tickles with mercs is welcomed here and I'm happy to answer this one now that I'm in the mood for that. I will leave the lee ambigous as in the lee is simply other merc. Let's see:

Scout: He notices and speedwalks away from it. Speedwalks, not runs not to be too obvious about the lee panic he is experiencing but be not mistaken, he's madly flustered and probably lowkey jealous. One might be able to find him on his bed in his room, screaming into his pillow.

Soldier: He's 100% joining in the tickling, it's like a trigger reaction but a positive one. If not tickling then pinning the lee down or teasing them or anything like that. The point is that he's participating, that's for sure.

Pyro: *muffled excited noises*, depending on his mood Pyro joins as a ler or as a lee. Pyro just can't and doesn't want to ignore the tickles and they make him happy and all giddy.

Demoman: He's like Soldier and/or Medic (writing him after Medic). He's joining in either to tickle, pin/hold, or tease the lee. Or any combination of those three. He'll act "offended" that any tickling started without him at all which might result in him giving the lee and maybe even the ler punishment tickles.

Heavy: He asks the ler if they need help with the lee, and the reply is almost always "yes" so then Heavy goes to hold the lee in place and/or tickles them too and tease them and all that good stuff. He's also happy to provide aftercare. Listen, I don't care how you see all the mercenaries relationships, Heavy hugs all of them and they all love it. Canon, I think.

Engineer: Literally the only one there who is able to see tickles and remain normal about this and go about his day. Sometimes. Like I said, he's quite a flustered lee, so if he's in a lee mood he will try to act casual while walking awayyy. Other times he might join if he's not busy with anything else.

Medic: My man's delighted. His reaction really depends on his mood. He might happily join in tickling the lee, get close to observe (and probably do some verbal teasing), or flop next to the lee to hopefully get tickled as well.

Sniper: Gets the heck out of there to hide in his van. Bye, you never saw him, nuh-uh, too much risk not to run away. Ooooor if he's in the mood and sure the ler/s won't attack him as well he might just join in :3.

Spy: Disappears the hell out of there so no one gets any ideas about tickling him too. Unless he's sure he won't be, then he's happy to tease the poor lee and maybe even join to enjoy someone else's tickle panic and having their weakness on display.

[fluffyenergee]

Maybe a little request, treat it like you like. BUT! for me it's so frustrating when getting your foot wear slowly pulled off >///<

The ler taking their time to sloooowly untie the shoelaces and then sloooooowly pull down the socks. IMAGINE MEDIC, he wears those high boots that are over his ankles and probably also high socks to prevent abrasions

SO! after my little yapping, how about mercs reaction to such teasing? (=•w•=)

Oh, the scenario is lovely, although about the first part with the "request", I guessed you meant that as in fanfic request since I wrote a few of those tickle fics... Yeah, about that, if that's what you meant, or even if not, I guess that's as good time as any to say that: I don't and won't write requested fanfics. No. I have bad impression of that. I used to do that. Those fecking anons who requested never even said thank you. I'm not talking about you, of course, but yeah, they were anons who never even acknowledged I wrote something specifically for them. I only write when I get in the mood enough, sometimes they're in a reply for an ask, yeah, cause I like them in that way, but that's ocassional.

I'm not taking fic requests and never will again, if I post something I put a lot of effort in, then I want interactions, preferably comments. I'm not saying this to be entitled or anything, it's not that I need hundreds of interactions, and it's not that I think everyone will like it and as such should comment, but the hearts/likes to comments ratio is dreadful. I would take 1 comment over 10 likes, even more honestly. And since that's just not a thing I won't do it. Having said that, I am forever grateful to those who commented/said in a reblog something nice aboutmy fic. After all that, this isn't specifically for you, anon, of course, I don't even know if this is what you meant, but you did give me an excuse to say it :p.

Comment on stuff you like, on stuff you want to see more, likes are nice at best, but comments are what's really important. On art, on fanfics, on anything you like. Or next day you won't find desired fan content at all. I don't even mean my stuff, my stuff is bleh at most, but I can't accept seeing other people's amazing fan content with likes but very few nice words said about them. Comment. Or reblog with saying something. Or tell them in an ask. Did I mentions those people do it for free?

Now that I finished my yapping let's get to what you actually came here for, cause as I said it's a lovely scenario, and quite frankle perfect! I shall say more with each merc:

Medic: Let's start with the man of the hour himself - Scout Medic, since you talked about him I thought it was only right. I can go with him wearing high socks, oh for sure. Medic 🤝 Scout - wearing high socks. Anyway, in this scenario he's obviously very excited but the teasingly slow speed gets to him so much he might tell his ler to accelerate it. Either way, he's definitely wiggling his toes to tease them while twitching in his spot, all excited.

Scout: Hey look, it's... him. The guy who definitely wears long socks :D. And silly ahh shoes. This kind of teasing really gets to him, especially considering his feet are his most ticklish spot. He wiggles in place, his foot shakes while the foot wear is being taken off, and he's all red and blushy trying to hide his face and not to combust while talking his ler out of it. He doesn't really mean it.

Soldier: Brooo, he will kick his ler, be careful with him, hehe. Even if he knows damn well what's happening he will say that his ler is just doing all that to admire his "American feet". Of course he would. Although it's so flustering if prolonged I think that while his feet would move the rest of him would freeze and/or shake in anticipation.

Pyro: hey, he let his ler take off his shoes and socks, nice. Pyro keeps letting out muffled, of course, noises of excitement, his entire body wiggling in anticipation. He'll tease and keep moving his feet, even poking at his ler to playfully shove them away, but aside from that he's not exactly trying to stop it.

Demoman: He's the one who'd rather see just how close his feet are to being bare aka ready to be tickled. So yes, he tries looking away but can't keep his gaze away for too long while letting out nervous chuckles.

Heavy: He's holding onto his outstretched legs, head down to hide his flustered expression including biting down his smile. He knows what's coming, his feet are his 2nd most ticklish spot, uh oh. He'd rather not observe as his feet become more and more vulnerable but if his ler calls him out on that he will do it as stone-faced as possible.

Engineer: He's looking away, blushing. He's not saying he wants it but he's not protesting either, hmmmmmmm. Might chuckle nervously before the tickling starts. Yeah, he's real flustered. Also, look out for that gunslinger.

Sniper: He's kinda paralized with panicked anticipation. He knows what's coming and such teasing is too much for him. His eyes are closed, lips sealed shut, probably hiding his face with his silly hat (take it from him and observe) and his ticklish feet are twitching.

Spy: First of all, how dare you remove his foot wear? He's too French for that... smh. But seriously, he gets quite stiff trying to get his feet free without looking too desperate but at the same time making sure he doesn't get... brrr... tickled. And all this teasy removal is not doing him any good, let me tell you. At least if you ask him.

Well, this sure is the first time I stared at their boots so much. Aside from Scout. I stared at his shoes before. A lot :). I love his knee-lenght socks also. Seriously. They're one of my favourite things about him. You know what would be better than Scout wearing knee-lenght socks? Scout wearing thigh-lenght socks.

:D

I also love high boots so much, I'm obsessed with Medic wearing those too. And also Soldier wears those kind of boots hello? Awesome choice.

You can kinda tell in which order I wrote those based on the fact that as I wrote I used more and more ideas so the last ones I wrote are the shortest ones and the other way around.

[fluffyenergee]

I dunno if you are into sniper x spy BUT! I have a silly scenario where they hang out durring the battle where sniper is looking through his scope while spy sits behind him, gently running his gloved fingertips up Mick's side/armpit/neck etc... And sniper tries his best to hold still to hit his shots while spy whispers some sweet nothings about his ticklish (insert a spot here)

Soooo first of all. I'm more or less into any merc x merc ship (preferably from the same faction though). I mean, I do ideally want them all as a poly and Sniper x Spy are certainly in it soooo. I do have to say however, if there is one ship that is my least favourite among those it's this one hfh;uiroi. But wait. It's not even the ship's fault, no, it's just that at least from what I saw of this when there is art for it there is a LOT of sexual stuff, like, more than usual. And my sex-repulsed ass can't take it which made me kinda instinctively flinch at this ship, you know what I mean?

Having said that, I liked this idea and it flustered me so much that uhhhhhhhh

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It was a fairly peaceful payload match. Either RED was in excellent condition or BLU was in a dreadful one because the former was able to push the latter away from the cart and from Sniper's field of view so it didn’t seem BLU would get to pushing any time soon. Still, Sniper, feeling the hardness of the crate underneath him and the rifle in his hands, hadn't stopped examining the surroundings through the scope, just in case some sneaky BLU managed to show up around the corner even if just for a second.

“Bushman.”

One swing of his kukri later and Sniper was face-to-face with Spy. The RED one. Whose hand was currently around the handle of Sniper’s melee preventing it from touching him.

“What do ya want?” Sniper sighed and lowered his hand. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“Are we?” Spy raised his brow. “That ‘something’ isn’t very eventful, is it?”

Sniper rolled his eyes and returned to his previous position, eyes focused once again. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”

“I could be,” Sniper heard some shuffling and creaking behind him, “but it seems for once there is no need.” A thud. “I came here to check on you.”

“I don’t need checkin’ but thanks, I guess.” A loud boom. Sniper’s eyes narrowed. A click. “Boom, headshot,” He celebrated headshotting the enemy Soldier. “Those BLU wankers seem to be pushin’ through so ya shoulD- ack!” His shoulders tensed up when he felt a flick of a gloved finger against his side. He quickly corrected his aim.

“I don’t think there is a need for that,” Spy mused, concealed amusement dancing in his voice. “Right now, I prefer being here.” He swapped his one finger for five and ran them back down Sniper’s side who trembled in his spot, his right arms jerking slightly.

“Spy…” Sniper hissed under his breath and just as he lined a shot at Pyro… another hand found its place on his left side and a total set of ten fingers skittered up both of them. “Ahah-!” The bullet flew into Pyro’s mask, thank the stars, but higher than Sniper was aiming for. “Spy!” He turned his head around to eye his “guest” whose hands were now at his own sides, his face as expressionless as ever.

“Focus on the killing, mon ami.” Spy smirked slightly now with that brand of smugness of his. “Or is there something distracting you?”

“...No.” Sniper hesitated for just a second and turned back. 

Meanwhile, Spy stayed in place, waiting until his teammate started moving his rifle, following an enemy. Spy’s hand flew to Sniper’s neck.

“Tchhh,” Sniper snickered, feeling gentle tracing on his nape. This time his shot missed, even if just by an inch or two. “S-Spy, I swear to-...” He bit his lower lip feeling Spy’s other hand moving from his hip all the way up to his armpit. “Spy!” He hissed while trying to follow BLU Scout through the scope. It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands still on the rifle… To hell with that, with one of Spy’s hands scribbling on the side of his neck and the other continuously moving up and down all along his left side it was hard to keep them on the rifle at all.

“What’s wrong?” Spy’s all-too-happy-sounding whisper appeared close to Sniper’s ear. Too close. “Don’t tell me such a professional like you can’t take a little bit of distraction.” He blew on the ear right as Sniper finally took down that pesky Scout. “See? You’re doing just fine.” He said nothing about the way Sniper’s shoulder moved in a quick circle, hitting his jaw. It didn’t stop Spy from blowing on his ear again a second later causing the other to tilt his head.

Sniper wanted to reply, he really did. More than that he wanted to just push Spy away for good, preferably out of his sniping spot all-together but the BLUs were really pushing through now. Well, maybe if someone stopped tickling him and let him actually do his job and decided to return to his own, they wouldn’t, but alas. Now the few shots Sniper did manage to land felt coincidental.

Maybe if he himself wasn’t ticklish it all could work too…

Nonetheless.

Spy’s devious, devilish fingers were still at work and Sniper was getting worse and worse at resisting them… as well as the warmth building up inside him. And apparently on the outside too.

“You’re blushing, mon cher,” Spy purred as he squeezed just below Sniper’s ribs. The next thing that left his lips caused the marksman’s facial muscles to twitch, “Someone’s enjoying this.”

“Am nohohot!” Sniper couldn’t stop himself from replying this time despite knowing it came at the cost of maybe, just maybe, penetrating someone’s skull with a bullet, though at this point he would have been lucky if it had gone through any flesh at all.

Yet, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face even during the short pauses Spy provided him with every now and then before attacking a ticklish spot once again.

“Denial doesn’t look good on you.”

“Bein’ an asshole ain’t looking good on ya ei- ahah!” A whole-body shudder threw Sniper out of whatever focus remained in him when Spy simultaneously blew down on his neck and wiggled gloved fingers against both of his hips. Worse, he didn’t stop, if anything he accelerated his movements and Sniper’s back straightened rapidly. “YAHAHAHA!” His rifle plummeted to the floor. 

Sniper turned around even quicker but couldn’t do much when Spy took the “invitation” immediately and directed his fingers towards his stomach, tickling it more aggressively than any spot before.

“PFFAHAHAHA! S-SPY! YA BLOOHOHOHOHODY SCOHOHOUNDREL!” Sniper’s hands latched onto Spy’s forearms while he sucked in his stomach. “S-TOHOHOHOP THAHAHAT!”

Spy opened his mouth and Sniper could have only hoped, yes, hoped, not believed, that what was to leave it would be an assurance of an incoming ending as he kept pushing Spy’s arms away when-.

Whoosh.

Sniper had barely managed to catch the sight of Spy’s face switching from a grin to a frown before he moved away, turned around, and- backstabbed the newly arrived BLU Spy.

“Well,” Spy had dusted himself off, next eyeing Sniper who was catching his breath, still without his rifle in his hands, “this seems to be my cue. Get yourself together soon, jar man.” Spy turned to walk through the doorway but before he could he, of course, had to be obnoxious and wink at Sniper. “I would suggest praying the respawn machine suddenly changed its rules and wiped that Spy’s memory clean.” With that he disappeared.

Sniper? Sighed, leaned his forehead against the wall, willing the warmth inside him to disappear before retrieving his rifle and finding his positing.

Yep, he sure hoped the respawn machine suddenly, without anyone knowing, decided to start erasing some memories. He didn’t believe that, but he sure did hope.

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Fic jumpscare >.>

God forbid mercenaries have hobbies 🙄

[fluffyenergee]

Heavy sees another merc is upset, and as a resident tickle monster (because c'mon, he has three sisters) he picks up the other merc to tickle them.

How does he tickle them and how does the person react?

It's one thing that he has three sisters and another that he has many other excellent tickle monster qualities as well :D. So yes, of course he is the ler in the team, and so in this scenario:

Scout: Heavy picks him up, throws him over his shoulder, keeps him there with one arm while his other hand is going after Scout's legs - mainly behind his knees and feet, but calves and thighs are still very much on the table. Scout meanwhile is laughing and squirming and trying his best to free himself while also knowing there's no way he will be able to do that. He's also punching Heavy on the back while demanding him to release him. It doesn't work :3. Good, considering Scout actually likes it and that guy loves cheer up tickles. One more thing worth including here is that Scout finds tickles from behind more flustering than from the front. There's just something so good bad about not being able to see where he'll be tickled next

Soldier: Heavy just freaking picks him up by holding one of his wrists and then tickles his outstretched armpit hehe. Soldier absolutely freaks, kicking and wiggling and flailing his free hand and at first he might look like he's fighting for his life but actually after a while it's sooo visible how much he's enjoying himself and his smile is so genuine even as he's screaming at Heavy to "stop using those commie techniques" on him because they won't work anyway

Pyro: All Heavy has to do is call Pyro over "Pyro, come, Heavy makes better." And once upset Peebo does Heavy picks him up by his sides and then! Squeezes! Pyro almost intantly squirms lightly while letting out muffled giggles. Overall, you can clearly say how much he likes it and to the point that if Heavy stops too soon Pyro will grumble and reach out his hands towards him while bouncing on his toes so Heavy does it all again.

Demoman: Heavy scoops him up bridal style, uncovers his tummy, lifts it higher to his lips, and then, of course, raspberries follow making Demo cackle and push at Heavy, yelling "Heavy! Lad! Ack- NOHOHOHO, LEHEHET ME DOHOHOWN!". Heavy, of course, does not for a good while.

Engineer: Heavy holds him with one arm against him while worming one hand under his overalls to prod and poke and squeeze at his tummy. Yeah, sorry, I'm never recovering from lee!Engineer being tickled by his ler showing their hands under his overalls, if there's lee!Engie in my post this is going to happen, sorry not sorry >.>. Anyway, Engie's reaction is to arch his back and tense up and telling Heavy to put him down while snickering and trying his best not to burst into laughter. I mean, his tummy is his most ticklish spot, so even if Heavy's being nice it's not exactly easy to survive.

Medic: Heavy picks him up in such a way that ensures Medic's facing him and goes after his neck with raspberries. This is Medic's most ticklish spot and normally this combined with his shemeless need for tickles makes it his favourite spot. So even if he's upset enough that he's grumbling and acting like he doesn't want it ultimately abusing that most ticklish spot is the best way. So at first Medic might genuinely protest but very quickly his love for tickles will take over and then he's shrieking in happiness. He needed that

Sniper: Hear me out. Heavy picks him up and sits him on his shoulder and then? He tickles his feet (after removing his shoes if needed). Sniper thinks this position is so unserious but at the same time he can't help but laugh while also holding onto Heavy not to fall but at the same time he's trying to get free. And his legs are kicking while he's trying sooo hard to remain normal and absolutely failing. It's so stupid in fact he can't help but be amused on top of, of course, being tickled so it very much works.

Spy: listen, Spy is dangerous when provoked and while he is close to the person who did this so Heavy holds him away from his body. In practice it looks really stupid because he holds Spy by his sides, away from his body and kinda upwards (hey, Upwards is a tf2 map, hehe) so it looks like he's offering the French bastard to the sun or something. Anyway. While doing that he's tickling him be squeezing everywhere he can reach - his sides, ribs, hips. And no, Heavy's not afraid of Spy hurting him, but he's doing all that to cheer him up, not to have a fight.

I'm actually so obsessed now with that position I gave for Sniper. Uh oh.

[fluffyenergee]

Mercs reacting to tickle bondage? Having their wrists tied up (or ankles) and oh nooo, what will they do?

Giggle... Again

Hi, giggle! Again! I have nothing to say so let's just go to the thing you came here for

Scout: I can't lie, he gets really excited by being tied up or otherwise restrained for tickling. He's very much a squirmer, so knowing he won't have that thin layer of protection even if it's just his wrists tied together or something? He knows it will tickle more than normally. Naturally, he tries not to show it but it really gets him in a stronger/lee mood.

Soldier: He won't even think too much about that it makes him more vulnerable, he will just be focused on trying his damn best to free himself, not really out of distress but out of the need to prove his own strenght even if just to himself. If he's not fully restrained he will still be squirming like crazy while tickled to free himself naturally while laugh-screaming.

Pyro: Pyro's just kinda confused at first and will very much try to see if he can break the rope (or whatever), not out of discomfort but sheer curiosity. But then when the tickling starts and with that squirming he realizes what is going on and will still playfully try to free himself but overall enjoys it. Tickling is tickling after all.

Demoman: "A-Aye, ye serious?". Kinda nervous and you can tell. Tries to free himself at first because holy shit, holy crap. The anticipation of knowing he won't be able to protect himself gets to him 100% and he can't stop giggling before... "YAHAHAHAHAHA!". Sincerely, I'm in love.

Heavy: Let's get the most obvious thing out of the way, his ler would really have to tie him up hard for him not to be able to free himself. So anyway, even if it wouldn't work at first Heavy would genuinely think he can free himself, if not at first then after a while. But when that doesn't work? First, he tries to keep calm but if it's prolonged it gets to him and he's laughing so hard, screaming at his ler to be freed and if it's really bad he gets to begging. Big begging laughing man mmmm aaaaAAAAAAAAAAaa.

Engineer: Looks for every possible excuse not to be tickled let alone restrained for it :"Am busy." "Now, there's no need for any of that.". Lots of nervous chuckling as he's tugging on his restraints to see if maybe, just maybe, he can get rid of them. Overall, tries every strategy to make his ler untie him or get free himself.

Sniper: He's kinda shy about it? That is if he knows that it's for tickling. Quite flustered too and will definitely protest verbally. If all fails he will be just like "You can tickle me without me bein' tied up just fine too." Once the tickling starts? He will still try to use his tied up wrists to protect himself if possible.

Medic: Like Scout being tied up for tickling really excites him except that he is not afraid to admit that both to himself and anyone else. He might be like "Oh nooooo, what will I do now? How will I protect my oh-so ticklish body now?". Seriously, he loves that stuff. Heck, he will tease his ler by wiggling in place and such similar good stuff.

Spy: Tries to act like it doesn't change anything, naturally. Duh, he was tied up before for interrogatios and stuff, he's not intimidated by that, at least until he realizes this is for tickling and he panics quietly, trying to free himself. Seriously, outwardly he will do everything to remain calm but inwardly? Oh, he's panicking but depending on the situation he might be also lowkey excited.

In general, I don't have a preference for gentle or rough tickling or tickling with or without restraints, I love them both but when I am in the mood for rougher tickles? I love love love as many restraints as possible. Anyway. I love them

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What is the quickest method to get each merc to concede if they're being tickled and how long would it normally take? They're all fairly stubborn in their own ways, though with some I imagine it could be a few things.

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Scout:

bujytrtf what doesn't? Ok, kidding, he's too stubborn and embarassed to admit he's ticklish let alone that much so it's not that easy

but still, tickling his worst spots like his feet and/or being tickled for a long time will definitely break him

being tickled by multiple lers, kinda the same as the point above, he's just too ticklish for that

and if that all is happening along with teasing? Oh boy

idk basically all the basic tickle things, you know? Being tied up or otherwise restrained too

still, compared to others he yields quickly

Soldier:

I... hm... good question... I think one would just have to go for his worst spots and as long as possible, I don't think there's another way with him, I'll be honest with you

as such it would take quite long especially since he would take it as a challenge

Pyro:

you fool, you can't, Pyro concedes when Pyro decides to do it which can take any amount of time, long, short, you never know

Demoman:

tormenting his torso long enough will always break him in the end

better results if he's drunk, which he probably is, since that makes him more ticklish and makes it harder to protect himself, and he's also more susceptible to verbal teasing etc

that + being restrained? He's gonna be histerical

under such circumstances he actually surrenders quite quickly

Heavy:

first of all you need that man restrained or held down if you happen to be stronger than him. Which you aren't

the best bet is to focus on his bare tummy, especially with raspberries

seriously, don't let his ler-streak fool you, he's ticklish too

believe me, tickling him on his tummy long enough while he can't protect himself will break him

he's strong-willed but that tummy is also very ticklish so I say he's somewhere in the middle when it comes to how long he would last

his begging is delicious Heavy marry me and let me tickle you please omg

Engineer:

Engie is actually quite a flustered lee so taking advantage of that works wonders

of course machines and technology have special places in his heart so if he's tickles by anything of that sort? It feels like his field of expertise turned again him and that does something to him

speaking of. Deataching his gunslinger to tickle him with it??? Critical hit

I say he's somewhere in the middle when it comes to have him concede too

Sniper:

lots and lots of teasing - verbal and otherwise before the tickling even starts kills him. He reacts so much more after that

the more people watching him being tickled the worse for him. Now that I think about this it's true for most them, but it's especially bad for Sniper

when he knows there's no way for him to escape and that uh oh there's no way he will avoid being tickled. His thoughts fluster him enough

he wouldn't be willing to concede, of course, but he's still somewhere between it taking a short and average time

Medic:

you can't???

you have better chances getting him to surrender by refusing to tickle him or doing that just lightly etc

basically you just gotta frustrate him and let his lee-cravings take over

as such it takes loooong to break him

Spy:

now he's the one who would take looong to break and surrender, and not in the way it takes long to do that with Medic

he has way too much pride that he most definitely doesn't want to be stripped of by tickles of all things

so he's kinda like Scout, you just gotta crank it all up to 100: the number of lers, attacking the worst spots especially on bare skin, doing so for long etc

verbal teasing, especially the mocking kind also works wonders on him since, as mentioned before, the last thing he wants to be broken by is by his sheer ticklishness

So anyway, now I'm thinking about Heavy sitting in a chair with arms tied behind his back, his shirt lifted, his tummy being tickled mercilessly as he keeps laughing and begging like he never did before, ughhhhh I love him