shroomthebest · 11 months ago
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Comforting
Lee Owen
Ler soul
My new version of what happend in Owens episode- Owen gets stung on the outsiders smp
-TICKLING IS NOT A KINK NOR FETISH FOR ME-
TW: TICKLING/ PANICK ATTACK
MENTION OF POISON AND SICKNESS
Soup had turned around for a second before a scream and extreme sobbing had been heard behind her
Owen was now up sitting in the bed, his arms were curled around his torso and his eyes were squeezed shut as quiet sobs were erupting from him.
“Owen!, Owen!”
Soup exclaimed running forward her hands out to comfort the man but instead it did the opposite, Owens hands flew up and covered his face. Like he thought soup was gonna hit him, she pained seeing the man like this
“No!. no!”
Owen shouted almost to himself as he covered his face in protective manner
He crawled further away form soup almost ending up on the bookshelf as his breathing became even more panicky
Soup took her hand down to her sides in an attempt to not scare him further
“Owen, Owen. Hey, hey hello”
She attempted to bring Owen back from whatever was bothering him, from whatever was making him ache. His eyes flew open and once he realized soup was there the scared tone disappeared from his sobbing and he took his arms down and curled around himself.
“Can u hear me?”
She tried still not getting an answer as Owen attempted to calm himself down
Just as soup thought Owens sobs had turned into quiet tears another wave fell over him and he grabbed his hair harshly
“Owen can u hear me?”
Owen slowly looked up and his cheeks were tear stained roses, his eyes were as red as the sun. She felt bad for the poor man, she was wondering what had made him wake up in such a state. Maybe the poison wasn’t doing wonders for him, she’s just sad no one has checked on him earlier
“Yeah”
Owen pressed out between his tears. He now wasn’t covering his face but she could see he was ashamed of himself for the show of weakness
“Hey it’s soup, can u look at me please”
She attempted still keeping her hands on her sides. She was making progress no need for her to destroy it all.
Owen looked her in the eyes were slowly. The man was shaking with fear and his breathing was breaking every now and then, silent tears were running down his face but it was slowly coming to a stop.
Even with the red eyes she could spot the bruises and bags under his eyes all the same
“Step down u have fallen into the bookshelf, that u just- thank you”
She spoke now able to carefully help Owen get down with her hands on his shoulder without scaring the man half to death
Owen flinched but no further reacting came for it and he let her hold him close. His breathing slowly calmed as he laid in her arms but the tears kept coming down from his eyes, soaking her sweater completely. He needed to calm down but she had no methods, until she remembered a time when she had first arrived and spied on Owen. Silvia had been crying and Owen had calmed him down. A smirk now lodged its way onto her face.
“Owen can I try and calm you”
Soup asked as gently as possible not wanting to make him nervous. He gripped harder on her pulling her down to his level and nodded carefully into her shoulder.
She began scratching as gently as she could muster along his sides. Owen squeaked quietly and just before he shoved his face into Soups sweater she spotted a small smile at his lips
Soup smiled at the adorable squeaks that kept erupting from him every time she hit a sensitive spot with her nails.
“Sohuhop”
He tried not protesting against the sensation instead leaning into it as she kept as gentle as she could to not overwhelm him
She fluttered her fingers around his stomach giggling with Owen as a quiet squeal echoed through his chest. He clearly didn’t mind her even as his legs kicked gently behind him. She figured it was just a way for him to cope with it.
“Nohot thehere” he giggled playfully even tho he just leaned in to the touch rather than leaning away from it
“Ur not fooling anyone Owen, ur leaning into my fingers”
Owen squirmed a little more at the tease before shaking his head into Soups shoulder. And gripping on tighter to her
He was no longer crying which was the first thing she took notice on. She was practically holding Owen op now since the man clearly had no energy left to do anything but squirm slightly at the gentle tickles and lean into her. She started slowing to a stop thinking Owen probably would have had enough now but Owen stopped her.
Hands gripped onto her wrists and pulled them back to his stomach.
“Don’t stop”
He announced before quietly adding a
“Plehease, Ihihi nehehd sohomthihing to distract me”
She nodded in understanding.
“I won’t stop, just say when u have had enough”
Well that was along one. Tbh I spedran this so if there is any mistakes make sure to tell me :DD
-TICKLING IS NOT A KINK NOR FETISH FOR ME-
(Tell me if any of the creators aren’t comfortable with this I will delete permanently)
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gigglesoup · 2 months ago
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I love my friends' reactions when i start teasing them. Turning them into blushy messes with just a few words it's one of the best things ever! Using petnames they love, praising them and, of course, teasing them about their ticklishness ~
"But i thought you were a lee?" I am 100% lee! I like teasing people about their flustered behavior and sensitivity, not about how i'm going to get them, because i won't. I won't tickle you, but that doesn't mean i can't tease you about how adorably ticklish you are! 😌
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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago
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WARNING: VERY INTENSE TICKLES AHEAD
Being tickled by one person is bad enough. Being tickled by two is horrible. Being tickled by four? Now that’s just unfair.
Dream’s setup actually has to change a little bit to account for this. It’s a different sort of table this time around: one specifically fit for him, stretching each of his limbs taut. His arms above his head, his legs out to either side — and each joint is fastened down with a belt-like restraint both above and below it, making it impossible for him to move anything more than a couple millimeters, if that. Finally, a little foam gag is slid into his mouth for him to bite down on. It’s soft enough to rest comfortably inside but firm enough that he can’t quite get his teeth to click against each other through the material. Quackity tells him — truthfully — that it’s a safety precaution to keep him from chipping his teeth against one another or biting his tongue off during his punishment. His blood turns to ice at the implications of that.
And then, of course, they get started.
Sam focuses on his belly. He uses that special little circular suction cup brush for the naval this time. Dream HATES that thing: Quackity always uses it for punishments nowadays, because of just how badly it tickles. The man’s always shocked by how violently Dream responds to it: he can’t see pretty much anything regarding what it’s actually doing, so it’s really funny to watch him thrash around like a dying fish because of such an innocuous looking thing sitting so innocently on his tummy. Normally he doesn’t use it for more than a couple minutes. This isn’t normally. They turn it on, slip it in, and then forget about it for a while. Because leaving it in like this leaves Sam free to experiment with the REST of his tummy.
He leans over to bury his mouth into the skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry before proceeding to nibbles and then to rough grooming licks, each worse than the last. And Dream can’t do anything about it because of the stupid pillow under his abdomen. His tummy is all stretched out and taught and refusing to move. He can’t even suck it in. And Sam is taking full advantage of it, and why is he GOOD at this it’s not FAIR —
Sam’s nose nudges into the suction cup. Dream screeches through his gag.
Sam finally takes off the little tickly suction cup a few minutes later, but just as he’s collapsing in relief he feels Sam’s rough tongue scratching all around his naval instead, and it’s HORRIBLE. He sobs loudly, trying to squirm away. This is one of the worst things he’s ever felt. Sam doesn’t even seem to notice, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing into his bellybutton to groom it thoroughly. He blows a couple of harsh, firm raspberries occasionally, whenever his tongue needs a break. He’s unfairly good at it. (Sam’s always used tools before. Dream had no idea that being tickled by him normally would be even WORSE.)
Ant goes for his feet, using a little electric toothbrush to dig into the places that get him crying. He runs it over his big toe, under his fourth, against the arch and even back up between the digits. Dream’s ankles are strapped down tight, too, so he can’t kick at all, and a particularly nasty flash of inspiration has Ant tying a bit of twine around his big toe to pull it back, anchoring it to his manacles and preventing him from curling his toes to protect the sensitive skin beneath. He even teases him about how he’s only restrained his big toe: he could curl the others if he wants! (He can’t.) He experiments with different tools. He can’t decide between the quill and the electric brush. He tries to ask Dream which one’s worse, but you know. The gag. He decides to just use them both, letting them alternate between the undersides of his toes and the rest of his soles: best of both worlds that way.
Bad focuses on his legs. He squeezes around his kneecap, and runs his long claws down the muscle in his thighs and calves to make the whole thing shudder. His tail traces all around his hip bones and lower tummy, agonizingly light and slow as it circles over and over and over again. Bad’s not even really paying attention to it, but it’s so, so bad — especially with how it contrasts with the suction cup. On a whim he decides to target his inner thighs, experimentally pressing into the crevice there and realizing that if he presses his thumb into the muscle just right he can get this weird noise he’s never heard before, even through Dream’s gag. The others notice too and start asking Bad to keep doing it and see what happens. He finds that if he squeezes the whole thigh — with at least one finger pressing into that spot — he can get this weird spasming effect. It’s fun!
Quackity leans over him from just behind his head. He drills into his exposed armpits with both hands, using two fingers each to gently massage horrible circles around and around and around — eventually even switching to circling with his nails, which are even worse. He knuckles his ribs, roughly dragging his fist over either side of his ribcage to make him jolt and squirm like a worm on a hook. He scritches lightly on either side of his neck and watches his head try and fail to thrash. He uses his wings to reach over and lightly dust all over his sensitive torso. He even lets the feathers trail down to his tummy sometimes. The worst part about him, though, is that he TEASES. He asks him questions, threatening him with worse tickles if he doesn’t answer them — which he can’t, since there’s a gag in the way — and then uses the resulting silence as an excuse to nibble his neck while murmuring about how it’s his own fault. He coos about how helpless he is and how he can’t do anything about his current situation, aww, it must be so baaaad. And everyone knows how yummy his tummy is! How long has that cup been sitting there now? Are those inner brushes circling clockwise or counterclockwise, anyway? Owww, did Bad just find a new spot that’s making him cry like a baby? Does that tickle badly? Hm? Too bad he can’t move, huh? Because Quackity doesn’t think Bad’s gonna stop tormenting that spot for a while. He’d better get used to it. Isn’t this fun?
Sometimes they chat as they play. Ant and Bad have a conversation about their upcoming shifts as they torture his legs. Ant momentarily stops arguing about why he should get Monday off to suggest that Bad slide an electric toothbrush under his trapped leg to press against the back of his knee. Bad pauses his lecture about the importance of a good work ethic to ask Ant if he can feel a change in the muscles of his foot when he scratches like THIS. Sam argues with both of them even as he suggests new things he’s come up with since their last visits, passing over new and interesting tools for them to play with. Quackity watches them chat like it’s a ping pong match even as he presses a taser into Dream’s left armpit, letting wave after wave of tickly shocks torment the taut skin without pause. There’s a quill in his other hand. It’s circling the prisoner’s other pit.
Sam asks Bad if he’s ever nibbled Dream’s tummy before. Bad says no, and Sam starts explaining how to do it best. Dream is squeaking, trying to plead for Bad not to use his enormous fangs on his poor little tummy because he’s already catching on to how badly that would tickle, but nobody pays him any mind at all. Bad pretends that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that it’s his first time giving someone mouth tickles. It is not. It is CLEARLY not. He might even be worse than Sam. Bad’s mean enough to target his bellybutton, too, whenever he gets the inkling. It’s not fair that all of its torture made it MORE sensitive, it’s not!
Quackity offers Ant some baby oil. It’s not ticklish itself — feeling the duck hybrid rub the cool substance into his feet is actually really soothing, especially when he’s feeling so warm from the exertion — but then when Ant starts scratching again it feels like he’s exposed a live wire. It’s so much worse — he had no idea it could be this much worse! Ant laughs at his faint little twitches, and rubs some more right under his toes. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual tickling that follows. Almost.
The whole time, poor Dream is squealing into his gag. Tears are running down his cheeks, he’s trying desperately to thrash in his restraints — all is futile. No mercy. The prison staff are practically treating him like a squeaky toy: just a little thing to be tormented for their entertainment. He can’t do anything about it. Any one of these tactics would be enough to break him on their own, but all at once? Oof. He can’t even really make much noise through his gag, and while it was intended as a mercy to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself it ends up having the unintended side effect of prompting the four guards to go much further than usual in an attempt to get a reaction. (In other words, on top of being so much meaner than usual, all of this continues for the full three hours.)
Poor baby is an absolute mess by the time the timer runs out, the alarm finally sounding through the cell. His chest is heaving, his hands are limp against the table, his eyes are cloudy and dazed. His muscles started spasming at some point and now he’s just shivering uncontrollably. His skin is red all over, too — especially his belly. He doesn’t react at all when the restraints are released, unable to so much as lift a finger. Quackity takes out his gag and sees that he almost bit clean through the foam.
Sam picks him up, and at first Dream starts weakly attempting to babble about how he can’t TAKE anymore PLEASE — but instead of tickles, he’s greeted with the hybrid snuggling him into his soft fluff and settling down on the floor, taking the time to lick and groom his hair just the way he knows he likes it. Quackity had been planning to give him some well-deserved tummy kisses after his ordeal, but as soon as he announces his intentions Dream starts weakly begging him to not do it, please, he’s gonna die. He pouts about it (“I thought you LIKED my tummy kisses!”) but doesn’t push further.
Dream falls asleep quickly after that. Neither Big Q nor anyone else has the heart to wake him up, so they decide to just settle him in his bed and tuck him in, nice and snug. Bad probably stays a few minutes to nuzzle his cheeks, murmuring about how he’s such a stupid little muffin but they love him anyways. He gives him a few kisses before he leaves him to rest.
part 1 — context
mmmmmmm 🫠 you truly did go bonkers with this one what in the worrllddddddd 😭 3 houurrsssss?!??) a foam gag?? 😭😭 my celery mannnnnnnn 😩
(discussion belowwww):
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ok so my god the detail that you’ve gone into for each of these 😵‍💫 and we’ve got all the heckin special soup tools on the go as well.
this little suction thing is so cute. i love that he can’t stand them. that’s adorable. such a targeted little thing that is conveniently extremely easy for the ler to forget about, and yet unpredictable enough to always be on the lees mind. the fact that his position would make it difficult to see as well 🫠 and that he can’t suck in his stomach, and that sam is going nuts on the rest of his tummy. so his bad. so is quack.
the raspberries and nibbles 🥺 the relief that quickly turns to panic when sam replaces the lil suction thingy with his tongue 😅 (still feckin hate that word why is it so grossssss). i love that quackity is also just teasing him about everything sam’s doing the whole time. like just not letting him zone out or forget about any of the feelings at all
ant on his feet 😖 with the tieeeeeeee and baby oil wtffffff 😭 they’re just going nuts on himmmmmm. the fact that he gets each spot and toe as well. and the damn toothbrushes and aH. the fact that bbh and ant are just having cruel fun with it all. they’re talking like he’s not there and feigning disinterest,, until of course one of them hits a spot that makes dream squawk in his gag. i’m thinking baby oil on the thighs and lower tum too right? especially with bad’s nails 👌🏼 + it also protects his skin and look i gotta make sure my precious soppy cat man’s skin is safe.
i love the idea of quackity asking dream what he thinks of bad and ant’s work drama. like getting him to participate in the nonchalant conversation . but tickling him when he doesn’t answer quackity’s questions. (NECK NIBBLEABABZYHXHSS. such a flustery thing for someone to do when they’ve just been whispering teases into your eeeeaaaarrrr)
the feckin taser thing in the armpits again im going to throw it on dream’s behalf ffsjajxucus. and the fact that quackity can tease him about not being able to prepare for it as well??? the way he can use it so easily. like just tapping it on his armpit every now and then throughout his teasing. perhaps he also teases him with a countdown or two,, just purposely hyping him up for it
the armpit scratches and the rib knuckling 😵‍💫 idk knuckles seem to just be made to fit in between peoples’ ribs,, like it just makes sense. something about bone on bone as well :,) also baby oil to the armpits and ribs makes sense? like sure his skin is red and slippy and so tickly by the end of the 3 hours,,but it’s also soooo sofffttt and smoottttbhh
the aftermath here is cute. but i’m going to make it cuter 👌🏼🤌🏼:
first off he needs a bowl of soup and so much water immediately after he’s been lifted off his restraints. the foam gag would feel gross lmao. the feeling needs to be abolished
he also needs to be held so closely to sam. specifically, his tired tummy needs to be buried safely into his tummy fluff. ciz i just think that would feel amazing
he needs slippers. this one is a threat. he needs fluffy slippers or else.
he needs his limp hands held and floppy fingers played with
he needs a back rub and back kisses (only enough to make him melt and smile, not giggle though. he’s too tireddddd)
he needs a cookie
he needs to be reassured that there is room for him in this world, and that a reset isn’t necessary
he needs a blanket, and to receive forehead kiss goodnight from everyone
he needs everything mentioned to be still occurring/available when he wakes up as well 👍🏼
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august-anon · 1 month ago
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hawkgirl justice league,,,,,,,,,, wing tickles,,,,,,,,,,
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mushiewrites · 2 years ago
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I just thought of this as I was falling asleep. Sapnap wrecking Dream on his bed, taking his time, dragging it out. Dream says things like "You're being mean" and "you said you'd be nice this time" which earns him either a "you wanna see mean?" Or a "this is nice, would you rather I wreck you the same way you do me and George?" And next thing you know the only thing coming out of Dream’s mouth after that is frantic apologise
oh dweamie dweamie dweam. when will he learn? i guess it doesn't matter since sap will teach him anyway (:
sap has one of dreams out to the side, his own hand pressing against dreams wrist to keep it down on the bed as sap traces his free hand gently over his tummy. he would pay attention to the spots that make him jump and squeal, and do the same with the spots that make him giggle and melt. he's using a fair amount of both, switching between wanting to make dream cackle and wanting him to make little chirpy giggles ):
surprisingly dream blurts it out while sap is being gentle - his pointer finger grazes a little too close to the middle of his tummy, right on the edge of the lil dip, and dream can't help himself. "s-sahahpnap! y-you sahaid you'd behehe nice thihis tihime! y-you're being mehehean!"
and from the look on saps face dream knows he fucked up. in fact he knew it the moment the words passed his lips, already being knowledgable on how cruel sapnap can actually be when he tries. but for whatever reason he says it anyway and now sapnap is just smirking down at him, his hand frozen on the warm skin of his tummy while the hand gripping his wrist slowly tightens, pressing it more into the bed
"this is mean?" sap would swipe his finger again closer to the side of his tummy and it makes dream squeak, slightly squirming to the side but not enough to truly get away. he'd squeeze his eyes shut as sap moved his hand off of his tummy, scared to see where it's going to touch down next. he doesn't feel anything though, and after a minute he hears sapnap mumble "I'll show you mean."
and that is just a tactic to get dream to open his eyes, which he does. they actually snap open, the fear in them causing sapnap to burst into giggles because "holy shit dude, your face!" which only makes dream blush harder than he had all night. it takes him a second to register but sapnap is hovering his hand over his vulnerable armpit, and it's only when he pulls at his wrist and finds it doesn't budge that dream truly realizes how much worse it could be
just as he starts to relax though, sapnap quickly kneads his pointer and middle fingers under his arm, wiggling them quickly with pressure to make dream scream. he nearly bucks sap off, which then prompts sapnap to make an offhand comment about how it feels like he's "back in texas riding the bulls!", but dream can't help it. he tries to turn his body onto the side to block his poor lil sensitive armpit but thankfully the fingers are gone as quickly as they appeared
"so we understand now that this isn't mean, right?" sapnap would go back to running his nails over dreams jumpy tummy which would send dream back into lil squeaky giggles again. he'd nod his head at sapnap and look up at him through his squinty eyes, giggling a little louder when sap starts giggling with him as well. sap would roll his eyes, bc of course he'd be giggling at dream, how could he not when he's that adorable? but he'd really wanna drive the point home, so he'd lean down close to dream's ear, letting his stubble tk the shell of it before he spoke
"good. because if you're still having trouble understanding, I could always call george (:"
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mieczyhale · 2 years ago
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saw a post in the steddie tag once encouraged bylers to cross-post into the steddie tag bc that person loved seeing their stuff and said that we all did and-
No. Nope
if you want to see byler stuff then check the byler tag. things are tagged for a reason and we don't need that all fucked to hell just bc you're lazy
the ONLY time there should be cross-posting is if the post actually applies to both couples / has both couples in it. that’s it.
and also?? don’t assume you can speak for an entire chunk of the fandom. what makes you think you’re that bitch?? lmao stop
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ticklishfiend · 7 months ago
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Figure Us Out (ATLA)
(lee!zuko /ler!aang and sokka)
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A/N : i love atla rn. love zuko. if i encounter an awkward grumpy guy with a redemption arc in media, u bet ur ass i’m going to tickle him
Word Count : 3863
Summary : Zuko still feels like an outsider in their group. Aang and the others are gonna make sure he feels included!
hope u enjoy!!
“You’re such a liar!” Katara playfully punched Sokka in the arm, drawing a laugh out of him.
“I am not! That’s exactly how it went down, you’re just embarrassed that–”
“I’m not embarrassed–”
“Yeah, and you’re totally not red in the face either.”
“Sokka!”
This was…this was weird. 
Before meeting Sokka and Katara, Zuko really thought “being angry at your sibling” was a concept he understood better than anyone. He and Azula fought constantly back at home, it was pretty much just how they communicated with each other. Arguments aplenty, yelling and bickering by the dozen. 
But after spending the past few weeks with his new team (the word ‘friends’ still makes him bite his tongue), he’s realized there’s actually two different types of a sibling fight, and one of those types he’s never personally encountered before.
He’s used to spitting insults, deep personal cuts made against your biggest insecurities. Lies and manipulation hidden under sweet smiles so no one around suspects a thing. Most fights were like dances, using careful words and holding back just enough information to make your opponent second-guess themselves. And, of course, an argument was rarely ever had without literal flames thrown around to really drive it home.
But this? This was playful bickering around a campfire just to get under each other’s skin. Lighthearted teasing that showed how well they knew each other. There was love under each jab.
It was sorta weirding Zuko out.
He wasn’t uncomfortable by it, in fact probably the opposite. It made him feel closer to the group that he was included in moments like these. He liked getting to witness how normal siblings are supposed to interact, even if he knows he’ll never truly get to experience something like that himself. Zuko’s accepted his distance with Azula, and honestly it’d probably feel weirder if they did interact like this after everything they’ve gone through.
Honestly, he’s not sure why he feels weird. Maybe it’s because he’s just not as close to them all as they are to each other. Right now, Zuko’s just an awkward outsider that’s sorta-kinda trying to fit in, and fitting in with normal people has never exactly been his strong suit. He’s awkward and stiff and he knows it. And yet, they’ve been so open to him already. Sure, he had to prove he was over his whole ‘capture the avatar to avenge my honor’ phase, but now that he’s over that hump they’ve been super cool to him.
Zuko’s weirdly enjoyed getting to know this group’s dynamics with each other. He’s not entirely sure how he fits in yet, but that’s not even his biggest concern right now. Actually, his biggest concern right now might be that weird look Katara’s got on her face.
“Lying is pretty unbecoming of a warrior, dontcha think Suki?” Katara grinned over at Sokka’s girlfriend, who chuckled into his shoulder,
“Do not get me involved in…whatever this is.”
“Yeah, don’t drag her into this! She wasn’t even there!” Sokka argued very loudly, his usual bickering style. He gripped onto Suki’s arm with a pout, fluttering his eyelashes. “You believe me, right?”
Suki glanced at Katara behind Sokka’s back, and could clearly see her plotting something. Katara grinned like a loon before holding a finger up to her lips. Suki giggled, “Of course I believe you. How couldn’t I believe this face?” She pinched his cheek and Sokka hummed happily. Zuko took another spoonful of soup as he watched quietly, catching on that something was about to happen. He just didn’t know what.
Then, when Katara shoved her hands under Sokka’s arms, Zuko nearly spit his soup into the fire at Sokka’s resounding shriek. Sokka quickly fell into a fit of loud laughter, toppling over his log with Katara following after. 
“Admit you’re a liar!” She practically yelled over Sokka’s obnoxiously loud cackling. “Admit it!”
“AH! Ahaha no! You–You’re crahazy!” He sputtered out, shoving at Katara’s hands to no avail. 
Zuko felt weird watching this. He’s not unfamiliar with the concept of tickling, but he’s not exactly accustomed to it either. Especially not with family. Sure, Uncle had been known to tweak his sides every once in a while when they were out on their own together, but never anything like this. Zuko took to awkwardly staring into his soup, hoping he’d fade into the background like he usually did at dinner time. 
Unfortunately for him, tonight he was sitting next to Aang. Zuko felt an elbow nudge his rib, glancing over to the smiling Avatar. 
“Y’know, Sokka’s pretty well-known for exaggerating his stories like, a lot. Katara’s told this story before and he didn’t say a thing then. He definitely deserves this.” 
Zuko swallowed some soup. “That seems likely,” he said stiffly. Zuko could feel Aang’s eyes on him at the same time he heard the scuffle quiet down. 
“That was…” Sokka panted, “so uncalled for. Did you have to do that in front of Suki? And the fire prince?!” Sokka whined, his hands thrown over his face. 
“Hey, if anyone deserves to know how much of a liar you are, it’s gonna be your girlfriend and the new guy,” Katara said proudly, standing up to grab another log for the fire. Sokka grumbled, crossing his arms as Suki wrapped him in a sympathetic hug. 
Zuko decided not to acknowledge his mentioning, not sure if he should get involved in this. Apparently Aang felt otherwise.
“Did you and your sister ever play like that?”
Oh. Okay. So that’s what Aang was thinking about. 
The crackling of the fire seemed so much louder now that everyone had gone noticeably silent. Zuko found himself staring into it.
Katara shifted uncomfortably. “Aang, maybe we shouldn’t–” 
“No no, it’s okay,” Zuko sat his bowl down next to his log. “I understand having questions.”
Aang continued looking at him with those big eyes of his, but Zuko kept staring into the fire. Talking about family wasn’t always the easiest, but felt necessary in gaining more of their trust. They deserved to know this stuff. 
“My sister and I have never really been close. We’ve had our…moments. But play was rarely on the table,” Zuko said. “Not when we both had so much on the line.”
Aang pinched his lips together in thought. “So I’m guessing tickle fights were never on the table either, huh?”
Zuko huffed in amusement, finally peeking over at Aang. “No, not really.”
“Wait, so…” Sokka spoke up, curiosity mixed with something else glinting in his eye, clearly excited about changing the subject. “Do you even know if you’re ticklish?” 
Toph barked a laugh from her rock stool. “You’re just asking cause you’re tired of being the most ticklish in the group!” 
“Hey!” Sokka exclaimed angrily before fixing his face. “Look, first of all, I’m not the most ticklish. We all know that title belongs to Aang,” Sokka nodded towards Aang, who just grinned. “And secondly, being the one that gets ganged up on all the time gets a little unfair when I’m surrounded by frickin' benders, okay?!”
Everyone but Zuko chuckled at that, which brought Sokka’s attention back towards him. “Seriously though, fire prince. Ticklish or no?”
“Um…” Zuko cringed. “I mean, yeah I guess so. Er–Uncle poked me sometimes when we were on the run together, if that counts.”
“Did you not just hear Sokka begging for his life two seconds ago?” said Toph with a chuckle. “That definitely doesn’t count.”
Zuko really wasn’t sure what to say. He’s smart enough to know where this conversation seemed to be heading, and was really unsure how to feel about that. In a poor attempt to evade whatever this was, he pulled his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over them, leaving a spot to rest his head.
While Zuko might’ve been smart enough to sense the direction these questions were heading, Aang was smart enough to sense he didn’t really feel comfortable with it. Not yet at least. 
“Sokka, can you tell that story about the saber-tooth moose lion? I don’t think Zuko’s heard that one yet.”
Sokka gasped in excitement, his train of thought successfully derailed. “Foo Foo Cuddlypoops!”
The next day, Zuko had forgotten all about the attention he got last night. Sure, he thought about it some when he was trying to go to sleep that night. And sure, maybe he clutched onto his midsection a little tighter than usual as he dozed off, thinking about the loud laughter drawn out of Sokka from playful hands. It didn’t…it wasn’t like he was actually thinking about it. Not in any real way. It was just something interesting to ponder on. A sensation relatively foreign to him that would probably make him laugh like he didn’t often get to do so freely. And thinking about the fact that the rest of the group seemed curious if it would work on him was definitely…it was totally nothing, really.
So like–he’s forgotten all about it now. It’s a new day, and Zuko’s got work to do. 
He and Aang had been training their fire all morning, and it was finally time for lunch. Sokka had gone fishing earlier, so they all kept to doing their own thing while he cooked over the fire (a fire Aang had lit himself, by the way. Zuko felt a weird sense of pride that Aang was seriously getting the hang of this, and using it in a way he knew would make Uncle proud).
Zuko decided on meditation while he waited. He sat on the ground shirtless, honoring his Uncle as he let the sun warm his skin and settle the fire inside him. Meditation like this seemed impossible to him just a couple years ago, his impatience once too thin and his temper too fraught. But now, it came so much easier. Zuko could feel the sun working wonders in his body, keeping his fire at a healthy state while also giving him time to clear his full mind. It was truly relaxing.
Well, it was relaxing, until he felt a set of hands scribbling at the base of his spine. “GAAHA–!” Zuko was quickly jolted out of his zone with a yelp, arching his back away with flailing arms. 
“What the–?!” Zuko whipped his head around to find Toph giggling behind him on the ground. “Toph, what the heck?! Can’t you see I’m meditating!”
“Well duh, Sparky, that’s why I did it,” She wiggled her fingers in the air teasingly with a grin. “You never even saw it coming!”
Zuko couldn’t will the flush from his face. He felt so embarrassed, getting played by a 12 year old girl like that. Zuko groaned into his palm, “Whatever, just don’t do it again. Let me finish before–”
“Lunch is ready!” Sokka yelled across camp, using Suki’s fan to waft the smell towards his friends. Zuko groaned again, scowling at the girl who couldn’t even see him doing it. 
“Time to eat, Jumpy,” Toph snickered, getting up and following the smell. Zuko rolled his eyes before throwing his shirt back on and following behind.
For the next 10 minutes the group sat around the smoky logs no longer lit by fire, eating their food and sharing how their days have gone so far.
“Guys, Zuko showed me this really cool firebending trick earlier! I’ll show you once my stomach’s settled,” Aang said excitedly, taking a bite of the berries Katara had scavenged for him. 
“It’s actually a pretty complicated move. I was surprised you picked it up so quick,” Zuko said, feeling a little shy. He was finally warming up enough to talk without being addressed first during these meal times, and silently hoped he wouldn’t get called out on it.
“Well, that’s Aang for you,” Katara smiled towards the Avatar. “Actually, it sorta frustrated me when I first started teaching him waterbending. It took me ages to master those skills, and yet it took him no time at all.” She crossed her arms at him, teasing as if it still bothered her after all this time.
“Yeah, I get that,” said Zuko. “I guess it doesn’t bother me as much since I’ve already seen all the crazy stuff he can do with the other elements. It’s not exactly new for me to see him be so…” Zuko waved his hand in the air trying to find the word, but once he did he got a little embarrassed and decided against it. “Well, you know.”
“Nooo, c’mon, what were you gonna say!” Aang grinned beside him, poking his arm. “You were totally gonna say ‘amazing’ right?”
Zuko sported a little grin of his own, peeking an eye towards Aang. “Actually, I was gonna say annoying,” Zuko lied, almost chuckling at Aang’s gasp.
“Ohoh snap!” Sokka giggled, stuffing his face with more fish. “You just gonna take that, Aang?”
Toph suddenly let her stool drop to the ground, the loud bang catching everyone’s attention. “I know how you can get him back.”
Zuko froze, staring nervously her way. Aang caught the look he was giving, and was immediately intrigued.
“Oh yeah? How so?” Aang asked, before Toph leaned in and whispered something in his ear that made them both snicker.
Aang stood up with crossed arms, unable to stop smiling. “You know, I just remembered a certain conversation we had last night about a certain weakness of yours.” Zuko’s eyes widened, his gaze darting around each person to gauge their reactions. They were all smiling, and Zuko felt a nervous twitch at the corner of his own lips.
“Cmon, seriously? I know what you told him, Toph, and that was not what you think it was. You just…surprised me while I was concentrating,” Zuko defended, trying really hard not to smile right now.
“Yeah, tell that to the giggle you let slip,” Toph snickered.
Sokka caught on quickly with a chuckle. “Oh, buddy, you are so in for it now,” he tossed his last bite of fish into his mouth. “Take it from me, it’s best to just let it happen instead of running. If you run now, everybody’s gonna come after you.”
Zuko froze, darting his eyes back to Aang towering over him. The Avatar wiggled his fingers in the air, and Zuko knew what he had to do.
With a groan, Zuko took a deep breath, puffing his cheeks with air, and tensed his entire body. He pulled his arms close to his chest and clenched his eyes closed. He was gonna take it like a champ. A very awkward champ.
But instead of the tickle attack he had expected, he heard everyone around start laughing. He peeked one eye open and saw Aang doubled over holding his stomach through his giggles.
Katara snickered behind her hand, “For a former prince, you really can be such a dork sometimes!” Zuko blushed, untensing his body.
“Sokka told me not to run so–!” Zuko waved his arms around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He sighed behind his hands, feeling warm in the face. “I really don’t get you people sometimes.”
Aang giggled, walking behind Zuko and plopping down. “It’s okay, you’ll figure us out eventually,” he said, before digging his fingers into the back of Zuko’s ribs. 
“AH! Ahaha–wait! Aang!” Zuko sputtered out a surprised giggle before pinching his lips closed, squirming and kicking his feet into the dirt. He giggled in his throat, trying hard not to let any sounds escape his lips. Somehow, this was even more embarrassing than Zuko thought it would be.
“Oh cmon, he’s trying to hold it in!” Toph complained, pointing at her ears, “I can’t exactly see your reactions, idiot, I’m gonna need to hear it.”
Zuko shook his head, but it was getting really hard to contain himself when Aang was doing that to his sides. He kept letting out little squeaks and growls, but he could feel his chest was filling with giggles and knew it would be no time before a real laugh leaked through.
“Get his armpits! That always kills you and Sokka,” Katara called out, getting an offended, “Hey, what’s this got to do with me?!” from Sokka.
Aang listened, tickling with so much concentration his tongue poked through his lips. He tried sticking his fingers under Zuko’s arms, but the prince kept them glued tight to his sides. Aang stopped with a chuckle, looking toward the siblings. “He won’t let me in there!”
“I can’t hehelp it!” Zuko complained, but didn’t move from his spot on the log. He panted, relieved for a break, but he could tell Aang wasn’t finished just yet.
“At least try to move your arms away. C’mon, I wanna hear you laugh!” Aang said, giving Zuko a poke to his lower back. When Zuko yelped and arched away, Aang snickered and tried again. And again. And again. Aang kept poking at his back like a typewriter, and Zuko let out the quickest set of giggles before standing up and backing away nervously.
“I–I cahan’t. I really–there’s no way–” Zuko shook his head, embarrassed but clearly having some fun himself. Everyone giggled at his reaction, amused by how ticklish and unable to take it he seemed to be.
“Wait, okay, now I want a turn,” Sokka stood up from his log and walked towards Zuko with wiggly fingers. Zuko shrinked away with a nervous chuckle, his arms wrapped around his midsection. 
“Noho way, this is ridiculous–”
“Oh cmoooon! I’ll let you get me back after!” Sokka locked his hands together to beg, “Pleeease Zuko?” He pouted and bat his eyelashes at the boy. Zuko just scoffed and rolled his eyes with a grin peeking at the corner of his lips.
“You are so stupid,” he grumbled. “That’s not gonna work on me. I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Maybe not, but I think I make a pretty good argument. I’m super fun to tickle, right guys?” Sokka looked around the room. Katara shrugged.
“Eh. You’re super loud. It’s kind of annoying.”
“Katara! Help me here!”
“Er–buuuut you do snort like a pig sometimes! That’s pretty funny,” she smiled toward Zuko, who just gave an incredulous look back. “I think you should do it. He’s pretty easy to fight back if you hate it.”
Zuko took a second to think it over. No one launched towards him, no one took him by surprise. Everyone just waited to see if he’d actually be okay with it.
Spirits. Sometimes it’s really annoying how nice this group can be. 
With a sigh, Zuko spread his arms out to the side, holding his head up high (but kept his eyes closed for good measure. It’s really embarrassing to look everyone in the eyes right now).
“Alright, yes!” Sokka clapped his hands together, making his way behind Zuko. “Okay, see how long you can keep your arms up for. Aang and I play this game all the time.”
Zuko expected the tickle to come right after, but…nothing happened. He waited a few seconds, and still, nothing. Finally he got frustrated, and peeked his eyes open to see Sokka’s hands floating just above his armpits. Seeing that freaked Zuko out way more than he expected, shooting his arms down with a yelp. Unfortunately for him, all that did was trap Sokka’s hands right where they wanted to be, and they immediately dug into his armpits like no tomorrow.
Zuko shrieked, curling up as much as he could while standing before crumbling into a fit of screechy cackles and giggles.
“Oh man, I wasn’t sure that trick would work on you!” Sokka giggled, his fingertips gently but efficiently digging into Zuko’s underarms with no plan on moving.
Zuko was in stitches. He wasn’t expecting this to be so unbearable, but spirits were his armpits ticklish. He could barely get a word out, pretty much babbling nonsense through his endless laughter.
“Ahaha! W-waahaha! It-It–-gggahaha nohoho!” Zuko cackled, squirming from side to side before crumbling to his knees in laughter. 
“Finally!” said Toph, punching Aang in the shoulder happily. “Took you softies long enough to get him actually laughing! If it was me tickling Sparky, he’d probably be in tears by now.”
“And that’s exactly why you aren’t allowed to tickle him,” Katara said, watching the scene with a smile. “Not yet at least. Clearly this is new to Zuko, we don’t wanna run him off when we just got him.”
“St-stahahaha! Ahaha guys!” Zuko rolled onto his back, his body overcome with giggles when Sokka started pinching lightly at his sides. 
“‘Guys?’ Don’t look at us, it’s Sokka you’ve gotta bargain with,” Toph teased, popping one of Aang’s berries into her mouth.
“Yeah! What do I get in return for stopping, huh?” Sokka said, pinching upward toward his lower ribs. That got a real good shriek out of Zuko, and everyone around couldn’t help but laugh. 
“I-! Gahaha, I dohohon’t–fffaahaha knohohow!” Zuko threw his head back as Sokka tickled all over his ribs, finally grabbing onto Sokka’s wrists and pulling him off. Sokka pulled back with no fight, only giving him another poke in the belly to hear Zuko yelp before sitting back and letting the boy collect himself.
Zuko panted, a stray giggle escaping him as he breathed. He clutched his stomach and threw a hand over his warm face, covering his eyes. He wasn’t sure how he was gonna look everyone in the eyes after that display. Oh spirits, what was he thinking? That was such a bad idea letting them take him out so easily like that. They’ll never take him seriously again, he’s supposed to be Aang’s teacher for pete’s sake, shoot this might be really bad, this might—
“Ohoho man that was awesome Zuko! You lasted way longer than I thought you would!” Aang giggled from above Zuko’s head. Zuko peeked his eyes out and saw Aang holding up a hand for him to high five.
Zuko couldn’t help the little giggle that slipped out at that. The Avatar is so…silly. He groaned and swatted Aang’s hand away, making everyone laugh. 
“After you get Sokka back, it’s my turn to play!” Aang straightened his back quickly, making the T-stance with his arms that Zuko held just a minute prior. “I bet I can last longer than you!”
“Pfff-” Toph laughed, slapping a hand on Aang’s shoulder. “Twinkle-toes, your record is currently four seconds without begging. You should probably start thinking your bets through before making them.”
“You can go ahead and have your turn. I’ll get Sokka when he least expects it,” Zuko grinned, sitting up and shooting his attacker a mischievous look. Sokka gulped with a nervous giggle, darting towards Aang to tickle him and change the subject away from himself.
“Ahaha wait! I wahasn’t ready!” Aang cried, immediately crumbling to the floor in a fit of childish shrieks and giggles.
Zuko watched on with a smile he couldn’t wipe from his face. These people were good. They worked with him at his pace. They understood things take time for him, and they’re okay with that. 
Zuko can tell they already see him as their friend. He’s starting to think he can see them in the same light.
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Lee: Minho Ler: Hyunjin, Chan Word Count: 2.7k
A/N: it's almost insane how much I love seeing Lino getting all the tickles his sweet heart deserves🥺💖hope you like it✨🤗
Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,
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Hyunjin was BORED. You may wonder, of what? Of painting, particularly on his usual canvases. He never thought a day would dawn when he’d feel that way, but here he was.
He lay draped over the carpet in their living room, mindlessly tracing patterns into the soft fibers, only to brush them away in frustration.
He was still there when Minho came over, stopping to stare at the moping puddle that was Hwang Hyunjin.
“Wow, a new rug,” he commented dryly, toeing at Hyunjin with one socked foot before heading over to Chan’s room. Hyunjin let out a long, drawn-out sigh, continuing his sad ministrations on the carpet.
Minho eventually did emerge from the leader’s room and flopped himself onto the couch. They stayed in a comfortable silence until the older’s voice cut through it.
“What’s wrong?” There was a tinge of worry and concern in Minho's voice that made Hyunjin roll over to face the kitten. “I don’t wanna paint anymore…” The older’s brows shot up at the confession.
“What? Like at all? Why not?”
“It’s not interesting anymore. I don’t feel as inspired to paint as I did before. Something about the canvas itself is throwing me off every time I so much as pick up a brush.”
The dam broke and Hyunjin rambled on until a finger was pressed onto his lips, effectively shutting him up.
“Did you try switching things up? Maybe try something other than a canvas to paint on?”
Minho’s suggestion was predictable. After all, that had been the first thing Hyunjin had tried. But maybe—maybe Hyunjin had been looking at this all wrong this whole time.
An unnerving smile crept slowly onto his face, his calculating gaze assessing Minho’s figure as an idea formulated.
“Hmm. You’re right hyung! Perhaps swapping out my usual for a more…interactive canvas would be a good idea.”
Minho did NOT like the emphasis the artist had put on the word ‘interactive’. His eyes narrowed and a chill ran down his spine.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run at the look Hyunjin was giving him. But the older remained seated, ever the poster child for a poker face.
But even as his face remained impassive, his body seemed to give him away. His feet drummed anxiously on the floor, his clasped hands writhing where they lay on his lap and sweat beaded his forehead.
“Hyungie, will you pleaseee help me out? Pretty please? I’ll take you out to eat afterwards!” Hyunjin’s voice was sugary sweet, eyes wide and innocent as he tried to convince the older to make a deal with the devil.
By now, Minho had a good idea of what was being expected of him. The kitten gulped, caught in a stare-off, until he folded—he really couldn’t say no to the kids.
“Fine, but you’re getting me ice cream too.” He hesitantly agreed, fully aware of what was coming his way.
“Deal!” Hyunjin’s smile was demonic. “Sit tight hyungie~ I’ll go fetch the supplies!”
Anxiety, nervousness and anticipation swirled like a soup in Minho’s stomach, his feet tapping more and more frequently on the carpet the longer Hyunjin took. Minho’s thoughts raced a million miles an hour as he mentally prepared himself.
After a good 10 minutes of this, the artist sauntered in, wearing a paint-streaked black apron and holding a big wooden box filled to the brim with paints and a collection of different brushes. He gave Minho a warm smile, setting the box down next to him on the floor.
“I’m just going to lay down some newspapers so we don’t ruin the floor,” he explained as he worked, covering the carpets with multiple layers of newspapers and finally with a paint-stained towel.
When Minho crouched to lay on it, a little dazed from the unexpected turn his day had taken, the artist stopped him, gesturing for him to lose the shirt.
“Your pants might get stained though…gimme a second hyungie!” Hyunjin raced to his room, reappearing with a pair of shorts, “Wear this, I don’t want your clothes to get messy.”
Then the ferret disappeared once more, this time into Chan’s room, allowing the older to change. By the time the kitten was done, Chan and Hyunjin emerged together.
"Channie hyung, help me hold him down, will you?” Chan was all too happy to lay Minho on the towel, cradling his head gently in his lap.
The leader clasped Minho’s hands in his own ones, gently rubbing circles into his palm to soothe his nerves.
“Okay! Time for prep!” The artist announced with a flourish, cracking his knuckles. Minho gulped at the action, biting his lower lip nervously. This wasn't in the script!
“W-what do you mean ‘prep’?”
“Hm?” Hyunjin sounded genuinely puzzled by the question. Then a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes.
“You’re too ticklish hyung. If I use my brushes on you right now, you’ll squirm around so much it’ll ruin my painting! So Channie hyung and I will get you ready so that you won’t be so sensitive.”
Minho didn’t buy that nonsense. He was all too familiar with this particular technique, being one he often used on the younger members (mostly Innie) whenever the youngest needed to put on makeup on his neck and ears.
Minho always volunteered, dragging their maknae away from their makeup noonas to wreck him, claiming it’ll let them do their job ‘easier’. Surprise surprise, it didn’t.
But now that the tables were turned, the kitten didn’t find it as funny. “That—that won’t be necessary. You can just get started. I’ll stay stiHIHILL!! HYUHUHUNJIHIN!”
The ferret had dragged one of his brushes over Minho’s lower belly, his eyes already flickering over to the next spot—Minho’s hips.
The kitten shook his head, blabbering in a panic,” No! Nohot there, JihiHIHInnie pleheheHEHEASE! Ihihi sAHAid noahAHAHAHA ah!!”
Hyunjin ditched the brush, carefully massaging the spot with his thumbs. The oldest grinned at the way their lee arched and squirmed. This was just the beginning.
“Chahahanihihie hyuhuhung!! Ahahahaha sahahave meee!!” He screeched at his only hyung. Chan just grinned at him, and wanting to get in on the fun, he grabbed a brush.
Holding Minho’s hands with one of his own, he moved them to the side of his face.
Then as the kitten watched with growing dread he lowered the brush to his ear, running the soft bristles over the shell of Minho’s reddened ears.
“Ah nohohoho not my eahahahahars!! Thahat's cheHEHEATING!”
It had the cute lee squeaking and shaking his head desperately…until Hyunjin’s hands cupped his jaw, fingers wiggling at his neck while Chan happily ran the brush all over his ears and the backs of them.
“Mhmhmhehe ahahahAHAHAHAA!! PLEHEASE!”
Minho’s face burned as he tried—and failed—to stifle his giggles, his attempts at self-control crumbling with every ticklish touch. He kicked his legs and tugged at his arms but Chan was stronger and he held firm.
For all his attempts to escape, they didn’t stop. Hyunjin’s hands moved from Minho’s hips to his belly to his sides and ribs, leaving hysterical laughter in its wake. Chan focused on rubbing Minho’s ears and scribbling under the younger’s arms.
“Nahahahaha lehehet me goHOHAHAHAHA! Ihihit tihihihickles!” He squealed out. “Yes baby, that’s what we’re tryna do~ Dohohon’t behehe ihimpatient,” Chan mocked the poor boy’s cries for mercy.
The two continued their playful torment on Minho’s torso, only stopping when Minho’s laughter grew breathy and his struggles started growing weaker.
After a short break and some words of praise, the artist grabbed a palette, squeezing a dozen or so different colors on the flat surface.
“Prep’s over! Now for the real fun~” He snickered meanly.
Hyunjin decided to start off with a smaller paintbrush, dipping it in some water, he hovered the brush over the older’s tummy.
Minho’s breathing was picking up, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched a drop of cool water fall from the brush and onto his hot skin.
That ‘prep’ had done nothing. Not that any of them expected it to anyway.
“Hmm so much to cover! Where should I start?” Hyunjin pondered, staring dead into Minho’s eyes and the poor flustered boy averted his gaze, prompting a high-pitched cackle from Chan.
“Aw don’t be shy Linoya~” he cooed, simultaneously moving his eyes to tell Hyunjin to go for his stomach. Boy was Chan mean when he wanted to be.
Then, while Chan gently tickled his underarms, Hyunjin scooted back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the center of his belly.
Now, ticklish kisses don't usually work on Minho but the way Hyunjin's and Chan's fingers scritch scratched at his waist and armpits made him feel that much more sensitive.
His body seemed suddenly receptive to the soft pressing of Hyunjin's plush lips on his belly and Minho couldn’t help jerked his body away. But there was nowhere to go.
“ohoHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, IHIHITS SO BAHAHAHAHAD!!” He wailed, his body shimmying around helplessly. If he twisted away from one hand, he'd only be shoving his sensitive spots into the other hand. It was merciless.
“Lino hyung…how on earth are you so precious. Just look at you! I’m touching you so lightly and yet you look like we’ve tortured you for hours! What a mess we can make of you hyungie~”
Minho’s eyes flew open at that, his mouth falling open in shock. Hyunjin had murmured those words but it felt like he’d screamed them in Minho’s ear instead.
“I—you- Hyunjin I swear to god I will literally KILL YOU aft—nO shihiHIHIHIT SOHOHORRY, IHIHIM SOHOHORRY PLEAHEHEASE!!!”
At the threat, Chan’s fingers went crazy on his armpits, Hyunjin’s hands now starting to knead his sides as he kissed all over Minho’s belly before letting up.
The two waited patiently for the kitten’s breathing to calm down, and just when Minho least expected it, Hyunjin struck once more.
Hyunjin grinned and grabbed a paintbrush. Dipping it in water, he surged forward, swirling the wet tips along Minho’s upper arms, just above his armpits.
The poor kitten jolted, arms coming down only for them to be pulled back up by the leader. “Uh uh, you have to be still or Jinnie won’t be able to concentrate~”
But even as he said that, Chan showered a pokes Lino's torso with his free hand, giggling as he watched the kitten squirm. “Nohohoho whyhyhy ihis Chahahnihie hyuhung dohoing thihis tohoohoo?!”
“Yah! Can’t this old man have some fun too?” Chan scolded playfully, praying that Seungmin hadn’t heard him. He’d never hear the end of it otherwise.
“Sohoho youhuhu admihit youhu’re old?” Minho teased through his giggles, immediately regretting it when Chan’s thumbs drilled in between his ribs.
“So cute hyungie. You’re absolutely adorable.” Hyunjin’s reverent words cut through their playful banter.
The tips of Hyunjin's fingers drag along the soft expanse of skin along with the brush on the other side, observing with the kind of attention that he’d usually keep reserved exclusively for their dance practices.
The artist's gaze was trained on the way Minho squirmed, goosebumps raising on his bare skin as his eyes fluttered shut. Minho was so soft, so sensitive when it came to this little weakness of his.
“Hyuhuhunehehe plehease! Ihihit’s sohoho bahaHAHAD! ehehehEHEHEhehe~”
He was putty in Jinnie’s unforgiving hold. His pretty doe eyes sparkled with an innocent, child-like excitement that Minho himself didn’t seem to be aware of.
He’d strongly denied it when Chan had brought it up once, threatening to utterly obliterate the older if he wasn’t careful. But the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t meet their eyes gave him away.
“I love you so much hyungie,” Hyunjin murmured softly, tears welling up when he suddenly recalled their past. Minho blinked up at him in confusion, bambi eyes wide and shining as they flickered over Jinnie’s features.
Then a small smile broke out, wiping away the previous sadness and Hyunjin pressed his fingers into Minho’s sides more firmly.
The lee squealed at the abrupt change, bucking and twisting as he tried to escape those mean fingers. “shihihiIHIT ! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE AH!”
“Do you feel how much I love you Lino hyung? No? That’s okay, I’ll tickle you until I convince you”
Minho's vision is a little blurry with tears of mirth, the two lers appearing as wobbly figures in his eyes. In contrast, the feeling of hands attacking his worst spots felt so much more intense than before.
“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES IHI DOHOHO HYUHUHUNJIHIN NAHAHAHAHA!!”
“So handsome~ So sensitive~ You’re just perfect hyungie,” Hyunjin’s voice dripped with so much love and affection, it had even poor Chan feeling a little flustered, ducking his head to hide how the words affected him.
Minho was full on blushing, his eyes squeezed shut and giggles rising in pitch with how embarrassed he felt.
“Our shy little kitten,” Hyunjin breathed softly as he ran his fingertips lightly over Minho’s painted sides. The poor lee giggled some more, squirming around.
“NAHAHAHAA I CAHAN’T TAKE ANYMOHORE!! HYUNJIN PLEASE! I WANT TOHOHO DIE NATURALLYHYHY!!”
Chan and Hyunjin died at his dramatic proclamation, laughing almost as hard as Minho was.
Lino's body trembled and shook with the force of his laughter, words growing warbled and incoherent as it mixed with his sweet, bubbly cackles.
It wasn't often his laughter got the chance to spread through their dorm so the red lights duo were determined to milk that opportunity for all it was worth.
"ChaHAHAhanihie hyung plehehEASE lehehehet me gohOHO! Hehehehes gonna kiHIhill me lihhihihke thihis!! ArghAHAHAhaha NOHOhoho"
With a sly smile, Hyunjin leaned back, gripping onto Minho's thick thighs with his paint-stained hands and gave it a squeeze. The poor boy squealed, feet skidding on the floor and almost tearing the newspapers as he struggled.
“FUHUHUHUCK! ChahanNIHIHIE HYUHUNG PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!”
But of course, that didn't deter the artist, who pinched and squished the soft flesh between his fingers and watched with growing amusement at the way Lino threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter ringing through the wide space.
He was hysterical. Between Chan's fingers gently wiggling in his armpits and Hyunjin's skilled fingers at his thighs, he was a goner in seconds.
Minho yelped, dissolving into shrieks and giggles, his sounds bringing smiles to everyone who heard it. “N-nohoHO MOHOhore pleHEHEhease!!”
And much like the tune from the pied piper, summoning a couple of eager faces to the scene of the crime with his infectious laughter.
Minho strained against Chan's hold, desperately trying to fight back. But the leader was obviously stronger and the hands running along his body only served to weaken him further.
“Linoya is this really that ticklish,” Chan asked as he used his free hand to lazily scratch over each of Minho's ribs.
The poor lee nodded furiously, his hair whipping everywhere and tears getting yeeted in all directions from the sheer force of the movement.
It made the leader giggle, “Is our little tsundere kitten so sensitive he can't even form a single thought? Can't remember how to say yes hm?”
Minho had to get them back for this. He certainly would. He'd use his electric toothbrush right on Chan's belly button and his feathers on Hyunjin. But revenge would have to wait. He'd have to survive this sweet torture first.
The thought of revenge was what got him through their relentless taunts and jabs at his sensitivity. Despite the fact that he had turned a concerning shade of red, his struggles getting weaker, Minho held on.
“I cahAN'T tahaHAHAHAKE IT!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA,” he wailed frantically, his feeble attempts at escape doing nothing to help him.
The two menaces went on till Minho's sweet hiccupy sounds cut off completely, replaced by little spray bottle noises that only brought with it more hysterical laughter from the rest.
Minho curled up on his side, rubbing over all the spots that were now pink from their playful assault as Chan stroked his hair in adoration.
As Hyunjin wiped away the paint, Minho’s giggles softened into quiet chuckles. “You-you’re evil Hyunjin,” he complained, voice still shaky from laughter.
Hyunjin grinned innocently, “Only for you hyungie~”
The leader himself massaged gently along his arms, soothing the hyper kitten from his giggly fit.
“Go take a shower, let’s cuddle after okay baby?” Chan cooed, pulling Minho up and pushing him towards the bathrooms.
Hyunjin has a lot of snacks prepared, humming contently as he placed them neatly on a table.
Minho’s idea had seemed to work it’s magic and Hyunjin already knew what he wanted to paint next. Maybe this was the right way out of his creative slumps.
And after a nice, warm shower, the three spend all evening cuddling and snacking together as they watched a random k-drama.
Later, a certain kitten received a rather embarrassing—and extremely flustering—painting that captured a moment from their...eventful evening.
His breath hitched as he unwrapped the painting, looking over the vibrant colors and playful lines that captured his every ticklish struggle.
Minho’s face was bright red in the canvas, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as a wide, beautiful smile adorned his face.
The painting also included some rather unnecessary details like the hands that had put him in that state and he most certainly did NOT hang it on his bedroom wall. No, he definitely did not.
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ampreh · 11 months ago
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[TRF] Greenville & THNEEDLE SOUP !!
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Some The Rust Factory commercials >:^)
Funfact I just wanted to draw portraits to force myself to draw (I'm sick, I have low batteries), it wasn't planned at all but I decided to go at 300% haha-oops! Our vintage Once-ler-deoncelerised Nathan ( @1940s-onceler | @nalak-bel 's) & all of our Cap-lers : Arnfinn • Gear-ler | Ash • Tide-ler | Guerlain • Knitt-ler : @nalak-bel 's Coal • Smog-ler (@chimneycoal-yuntzler) | Astie • Post-ler | Rurik • Carpent-ler : @ampreh 's Not sure if Coal would accept to be in a commercial advertising, but oh-
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ticklystuff · 25 days ago
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Day 6: Cuddles (Ten more minutes with xiangsheng)
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a/n: ler!childe, lee!zhongli — from the augtickletober2024 list!
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Sunlight poured through the curtains, washing over the overly cuddly duo, their bodies not only heavily mixed in with the sheets, but themselves, an amalgamation of limbs and pieces unrecognizable at first glance. And the first to stir fluttered his eyes, acclimating to the soft glow of sun presiding over the room, allowing its embrace to roll across his skin. With a groan, Zhongli breathed a heavy sigh, ready to wipe the sleep from his eyes, only to realize his arms were locked in place, squished to his body by.. a different kind of embrace.
"Uhhg, hah... Ajax," came the low grumble, a stark difference from the composed voice he wielded so well. The other was gripping him so tightly, his chest practically glued to Zhongli's back, arms wrapped as if Zhongli was in danger of rolling off the bed. Zhongli could feel the steady exhales tickling the back of his neck, prompting him to shift his head, though this didn't alleviate the issue.
"Ajax," Zhongli called softly, yet still no response. He himself was an early riser, but Ajax was something else, often rising before the crack of dawn to get his daily exercise in. If Zhongli managed to step out of bed before he could return, a piping cup of ginger tea would be awaiting his return, but if Ajax made it back first, Zhongli could expect to be greeted with a hearty breakfast. It was very unlike the other to still be in bed at this hour and Zhongli started to worry if he might be ill.
In an attempt to free himself, Zhongli gave a little push to his arms, exerting force against Ajax's own, only for the opposing arms to constrict Zhongli's body in tighter embrace, pushing back against Zhongli's arms.
So he was awake.
"Ajax," this time with his usual tone. There was no doubt the ginger could hear him now.
"Mmmmm.."
"Come now, let's not waste the morning."
"You came home late.."
So that's what this was about. It wasn't as if it was planned; long nights at the funeral parlor were sparse, but not unheard of. And to reward themselves a day's hard work, per Director Hu's recommendation, the two went took to Third-Round Knockout for the night, drinking through the late hours as Zhongli listened to his boss with his nonsensical rambling. Upon arriving home, a lukewarm bowl of soup was left for him on the counter and Childe was already passed out in the bedroom, body sprawled out over the mattress, to which Zhongli took to tucking himself under his arm when he too was ready to retire for the night.
And now, he found himself caught in between both arms.
"Sorry, Ajax," Zhongli craned his neck in an attempt to face the other. He'd pat the ruffled mess of hair.. if only he had control of his arms. "Had to stay out late last night."
No response.
"Perhaps," Zhongli drew out, mentally thumbing through solutions to appeal to the moody ginger, "we can walk to the farmers' market together?" Yeah, that should work. Ajax loved the farmers' market, always finding himself excited over the constant array of new things he'd find, or different ingredients he could use to cook with, and Zhongli loved watching him. It'd be a good time.
There was a shift in the sheets and a low whine from behind Zhongli and for a brief moment, Zhongli figured his offer might've worked.
"Ten more minutes."
Zhongli wasn't quite sure how to feel about this; five minutes would've been acceptable, but ten? A bit excessive in his book.
"How about five?" he bargained.
"Mm-mm," Zhongli could make out the sound of him shaking his head. "Ten."
"Ajax.." Zhongli knew this game. Ten minutes he'd push for, which would then become fifteen, then twenty.. Zhongli wasn't falling for it.
He opened his mouth to push back, but a sudden sensation stopped him in his tracks, caught in his throat to produce a mishap mixture of a grunt and a gasp.
And then a second kiss. "Do you not like me anymore, xiansheng? Is that why you didn't come home last night? Why you want to leave me now too?"
And then a third and fourth kiss. "N-Nohoho," was all he could utter, gaspy giggles spilling out as he attempted to scrunch his neck, feeling Ajax's lips meander against his skin.
Fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth. "Or maybe you're seeing someone else, hm? Another harbinger? Is it because I'm only number eleven? Who is it? Dottore, Scaramouche, Capitano?"
This made no sense; he didn't even know of these people or their existence, but Zhongli could barely argue back, Childe's fingers now pressing into his stomach and sides, forcing Zhongli to curl up and attempt a fetal position, only for Ajax's legs to now wrap around his own.
"Or is it a normal civilian? That would make it easy for me," Childe giggled with mischief. "I could stop them from seeing you— snap their arms, maim their legs, maybe even use them as a snack for my old friend, Osial."
"NahaHAHAhaha, Ajahahax! Okay, okahahahay!" The combination of rather morbid humor and tickling, both from Ajax's fingers and kisses, were enough to finally create an outburst of laughter and Zhongli wiggled around as much as he could, but the ginger had made his stance clear— they weren't leaving this bed.
"So, ten minutes?" Ajax had quit with the tickling this time, choosing to nuzzle his nose into the side of Zhongli's neck instead.
The cheek. "Alright, alright, ten more minutes."
"Can we make it fifteen?
"Ajax.."
"Okay, xiansheng, ten more minutes."
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idkmanwtfishumanityanymore · 7 months ago
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Y’all.
Y’ALL.
when I tell you, this, gave me a HUGE FUCKING LER!MOOD.
I had to pace around my house for like, 30 minutes before I could continue watching the video.
THAT LAUGH???? ITS JUST SO. I’VE NEVER HEARD, A LAUGH LIKE THAT, COME FROM THEM, AND I’M. *UnderTale death sound*
I need to wreck these little bastards. They need to be thoroughly tkl’d into soup and incapable of coming up with a single coherent thought. The fact that no one (in the community) has said anything about this is a crime /j /lh
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dumbstuffsstuff · 1 year ago
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Long Time Friend || Lee!Venti || Genshin Impact
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Venti decides to be a little annoyance to his archon friend and can’t seem to handle what he dishes out. Wuh-woh.
Pairing: Zhongven (interpret however you wish)
Lee!Venti
Ler!Zhongli
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It was a beautiful day in Liyue, the sun was shining brightly on the city and Zhongli stood at the top of a building after just having lunch. He took in the scenery below and closed his eyes.
It was quite breezy today, but recently the wind had decided to pick up. Zhongli’s loose clothing and hair blew as the wind grew stronger. Even some outdoors venders in town had to take a break and wait the wind out. This could only mean one thing.
Zhongli rolled his eyes. He had a smirk on his face as he anticipated the sight and sound of his long time friend.
“Howdy do! Mr. Zhongli~!” The high toned voice sang.
“Barbatos,” Zhongli spoke without turning to face the green haired boy.
“Why so formal?” Venti walks up with his hands on his hips, “Afraid to get buddy buddy with your old pal?” He elbows the taller archon in the side.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Zhongli smiles, “Venti.”
“That’s better,” Venti chuckles, “Nice to see you, too.”
Zhongli finally faces the bard, “I just had lunch, didn’t expect you to visit otherwise I would’ve waited.”
“No problem, although I would like to try some of the famous bamboo shoot soup they serve here. We don’t get that in Mondstat.”
“Allow me to buy you some,” Zhongli offers. Venti takes that offer and they head back inside the restaurant to bond.
“It’s delicious,” Venti hums as he sips the soup. Zhongli chuckles,
“Yes, it’s quite exquisite.”
Venti eyes him, “You have a very refined vocabulary, so sophisticated.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Of course not!” Venti elbows Zhongli’s arm and gets a feel of his muscles, “ooh, such strong arms.”
Venti squeezes Zhongli’s biceps, feeling the tough flesh. Zhongli scoffs up a noise.
“Venti- Stop that…” Zhongli tries to pull his arm away, but Venti uses his other hand to squeeze the area as well.
“So tough, so handsome~” he teases, “so ticklish…”
Zhongli jumps and resorts to using his free hand to tease the Bard’s stomach. Venti immediately lets go of the archon’s arm.
“Z-ZHONGLIHIhi!” Venti squirms in his chair and tries to pry Zhongli’s bigger hand off of his tum.
“So very ticklish indeed,” Zhongli teases and switches to squeeze the Bard’s sides. Venti kicks his legs, giggling.
“Zhohohonglihihi! Quihihit it! Ahahahehhehehee!” Venti squirms so much he almost tips the chair over, “Whoa!”
“Careful, now,” Zhongli shifts Venti so that Venti falls back onto his chest, still giggling at the prodding on his sides.
“Ahahaha!! M-Morax! I’m tihihihicklish! Stahap!”
“Oh you are? I couldn’t tell~” he laughs to himself.
“Stohop laughing at mehehee! Ihit isn’t nihihice!”
“Well it wasn’t very nice when you were teasing me earlier, so this is my revenge.”
“Ihihi’m sohohorry!! Plehehehease! Z-Zhohongli!!” Venti twists from side to side to escape the Geo Archon’s fingers, but they just follow.
Venti begins to slip through the chair and Zhongli’s lap, flopping onto the floor and scurrying to get away. Zhongli is quick to pounce onto him and straddle the Bard’s waist.
“N-NOho! ZHOnglihi! Plehehease dohohon’t!” Venti kicks his legs, thumping his knees against Zhongli’s back.
Zhongli squeezes his knees and Venti arches his back and straightens his legs, “EEP! Stahahahp! Nohohot my kneheheehees!”
“Not your knees? Alright then, how about here?” Zhongli pinches Venti’s hips, causing Venti to buck more.
“NAHAOhoho! NOHOT THEhehere eihither! Ahahahaha!!” Venti watches as a couple walks past them with a confused expression. His cheeks turn red, “peheheople are staring at mehehee!”
“Should’ve thought about that before you decided to be a menace,” Zhongli digs into Venti’s underarms. Venti shoots his arms down and hugs his torso.
“EHEHEEhehehe!! ZHOHOhohonglihihi!! NAHAHAHOO! STAHAHAP! IHIit tihihickles too muhuhuhuch!”
“Really? It tickles? I don’t believe it…”
“AHAHA ZHOHONGLI WAIT! WAHAIT! WAIT NOOHOHO! DOHONT!”
“Don’t what?”
“DOHONT GO THEHERE! PLEHEASE DONT GO THERE!”
Zhongli smirks and hovers his wiggling fingers over his stomach. Venti is squirming more violently now. He pleads but his protests go unheard.
“WAIT! Plehehease! Friend! My handsome friend! Let’s talk about thihis! I’m sorry!EEP! PLehehease!” Venti yelped at a poke to him stomach.
“It’s too late for sorry, I’m afraid. I think you’re pretty handsome yourself, though.”
Zhongli spiders all over the blue haired boy’s tum, making him shriek and cry with laughter.
“EEE!! HEHEHEHE!! ZHOHONGLIHIHIHII! NAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEEASE!! IM SOHOHORRYY!! I GIHIHIVE! FORGIVE ME MORAX! AHAHAHA! I CAHANT TAKE IT!”
Zhongli slows down the torture to a stop. He gently rubs the area to relieve the tingles, but Venti only giggles more.
“Ehehehehe, yohou are sohohoo mehean!”
“You want another round?”
“NO! Ehe! Noho thank you.”
“I think you enjoyed it.”
Venti’s blush darkens, “W-What?! That’s obsured!”
Zhongli laughs, “are you alright?”
He helps the Bard off the floor and back into the chair.
“My soup is cold, so I’m not entirely content with that!” Venti crosses his arms but the smile on his face is impossible to control.
“Well, I very much enjoyed that,” Zhongli sips a cup of tea, not noticing the glare he was receiving.
“Well? Let’s see how you enjoy THIS!” Venti turns and scribbles the geo archon’s sides with determination. Zhongli nearly choking on the tea, laughs instantly.
“AH-! Ahahaha! Vehehenti, pleheease! Gihive me a breheheak!” Zhongli hugs his midriff, but Venti always finds a way to poke at any exposed areas.
“Not today, Mister Zhongli,” he grins.
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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago
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Prison Therapy AU (warning: bellybutton tickles):
As things progress, Quackity starts bringing in guests. First up is Sam.
The thing is, Sam’s fucking SCARY. He’s massive, he’s stoic, he’s wearing a gas mask, and Dream has about a year of very bad experiences to give him a list of very good reasons to want to scamper away from the Warden immediately. Not to mention that this is one of the earlier sessions, when Dream’s still not sure how this is going to shake out.
Quackity makes Dream stay in the usual operating table position, flat on his back, while he gives Sam some basic instructions. It’s flustering as all hell because they talk like he’s not there at all, like he can’t hear every word they’re saying, and only acknowledge him when he makes some sort of noise that gets Quackity cooing.
Sam’s not great at this, not at first. He’s way too awkward. But then something clicks and suddenly he’s picking Dream apart like one of his machines. And unlike Quackity, he’s completely silent. He reaches for the tools he needs and uses them expertly, finding just the right ways to get the poor prisoner sobbing before the two of them. Quackity just stops after a while to watch him in fascination.
His favorite part to focus on is Dream’s naval, using very tiny brushes that Quackity’s never touched to get right near the bottom and itch around. One of them is something like a flat comb that he uses to scratch at the fold between the naval walls and the button in the middle. Another is a round little thing that he can turn on, and have half the bristles rotate clockwise and half counterclockwise. He used this along the walls a bit, but he mainly makes the head flat and perpendicular to the handle so that he can press it right against the middle of his button. Once he gets used to using both, he holds the rotating brush still against his button and uses the comb to circle it and get into all the folds. He has to make adjustments to keep the man still for this: he’s so precise about where he wants the bristles to hit that any minute squirms’ll throw him off. The one belt around his waist is turned into one around his hips and one around his ribs and an extra pillow is pushed under his tummy to stretch it taut, rendering that whole area almost completely immobile.
Quackity’s a bit distracted by just watching the man go at first, but eventually he snaps out of it and decides to help. And Sam’s silent but Quackity is not, and his teases are deadly. He sits by his ear and whispers them quietly, asking him what it feels like, if it’s really that bad, nooo it can’t be THAT bad. This isn’t helped by him joining in physically as well. Sam’s preoccupied with that little button, but that just means Quackity has free reign over everything else. He takes advantage of his immobile belly, dragging something like Sam’s rotator but larger all over the taut skin. He mostly focuses on the line right where his sides meet his tummy, which gets him squealing like crazy. At one point he inches it close to the naval where Sam’s working, but Sam tells him that he’s getting in his way in such a bored tone that Dream gets flustered all over again. Mostly Quackity doesn’t do much, though: he just sits there and whispers teases into Dream’s ear, forcing him to focus on exactly what Sam is doing.
Quackity takes pity on him and ends Sam’s reign of tyranny about twenty minutes after it starts, but he has to basically drag him away to get him to finally snap out of it, Dream an absolute sobbing mess at that point. His tummy is all red and his bellybutton — which received the vast majority of the torment — is unbearably sensitive after that. The rest of the session — over two hours, because Sam’s first tactic was so brutal that he had to break after less than one — is very soft. Sam gives him a hug, and Dream dazedly murmurs something about him being fluffy — and even if he goes bright red again after he says it, the damage is done and Sam decides to cuddle him into his tummy fluff. Dream can hear him chuckling, but he’s too out of it to really care.
Quackity let’s them cuddle for a bit, but eventually tells him that he’s got one more thing to show him and has the Warden settle the prisoner’s head in his lap and lay him flat on his back again. Dream whimpers, not really sure what’s coming or how much more he can take.
But then Quackity kisses his tummy and he can’t help but melt.
Sam watches for a while, and then asks to try himself. So they switch positions — Quackity holding Dream in his lap while Sam settled between his legs — and Sam wraps his arms around Dream’s waist and tries to emulate what he saw Quackity doing before. Quackity has to make corrections at first (“Bit firmer, Sam. Bit firmer.” “Try a little further up.”) but eventually Dream is melting into his lap and Sam is, once again, too wrapped up in his work to think about anything else.
Unfortunately for Dream, this soon devolves into lickles, because this technique is just too similar to a creeper hybrid grooming instinct for Sam to resist for long. The position, the repetitive motions, even the reasoning is practically identical. But while creeper hybrids have fur to block the feeling, Dream does not, and Sam’s tongue is scratchy. The feeling of that thing scratching over his sensitive tummy is almost as bad as the brushes from before and soon he’s squealing all over again. (At one point Sam’s tongue gets into his bellybutton, which is still sensitive as all hell from the twenty minutes of tickling it just endured. He may or may not start crying again at that.)
Quackity takes over again soon after: watching Sam torture Dream like this is fun and all, but Dream’s already at his limit. He forces Sam to stop and takes his spot, rubbing out the ghost tickles and replacing them with gentle kisses in order to lure an exhausted Dream into a slumber. While he’s doing this, Sam instinctively starts to groom Dream again — but it turns out that the feeling of his tongue on Dream’s head is much, much more relaxing for the prisoner, and he falls asleep quickly.
And now that Sam knows what to do, Dream gets a lot more than just one session a day. >:)
fzgyxyss SOUP!!! soup 😭 soup the desTrOyer! i cannot even begin to explain how incredible your detail in this asssskkkk issss😖you’re going to melt the tummies of so many 🥺
(llamas discussion — despite the ask barely needing it — is below)
🦙🦙🦙…
ok so first of the way you described sam is unbelievably epic. i feckin love it when lers get into a trance. it’s such a cute trope especially for lees that are incredibly embarrassed by hearing their own laugh 🤌🏼 and your quote about sam “picking dream apart like one of his machines” is so epic, and so very warden sam. it just makes so much sense, and i adore that quackity just stares at him in awe for a bit
the little rotator 🫠 and the way he uses it with the comb oh my heckin god. like he’s not even listening to dream’s babbles or quackity’s impressed comments, he just stares intently at dream’s tummy and the tooled in his hands,, making sure he covers all walls of the button :(
and then as if dream didn’t already have enough on his plate,, quackity starts to tease him from beside his head. like tracing little shapes into dream’s upper ribs, armpits and arms, and pointing out each noise and change in dream’s laughter. every move and sound that dream makes is analysed and reported back to him, along with every move that sam makes to chase said reactions. like i can imagine “Ohh your laugh changed again! Did Sam find another spot? You better hold still so he find find it again. He is going to find it after all.”
i can imagine that between the teases and the unbelievably specific tickles on his worst spot, dream’s mind would be quick to short circuit and simply submit to the tickles. like he barely fights back or speaks, just cackles his heart out and rides the electrifying high that comes with being tickled and teased silly :)
and then the TUMMY KISSES AFTER CARE. AHHHHHHHHHHH MY HEART 😭😭 and his little whimper about sam being fluffy when he’s pulls into his tummy as well 😭
the idea of his reaction to tummy kisses while his belly is already sensitive kills me. liek it’s still quivering with residual giggles, still bright pink from his blush and a deep red in his naval :( kinda love the idea that the kisses make him blush and melt so much that his tummy ends up all being the same shade of red anyway
and then sam giving him lickles just out of instinct 😭 and dream’s jumbled panicked pleas tumbling out of him a in slurred cackled stream ☹️ poor babbbyyyyyy 😣 the idea of quackity then requesting them to switch again and coaxing dream to fall asleep to more tummy kisses, while sam groom’s his hair is just- 🫠 like my heckin god it’s all so adorable SOUP 😭
—> Edit: my god i also completely forgot to mention the pillow under the back as well like omfg i LOVE that position for tummy tickles especially for scratchy tummy tickles. like the lee can’t rock or move and their tummy is just so much more exposed and helpless and AH!! i just adore so much
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savemeafruitjuice · 19 days ago
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Tickletober Day 13- Win
This is a Rottmnt fic! Also, it was requested by 🎮 🌙 anon!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Raph, Donnie, Leo
TW!: None!
"Michael! Are you kidding me- That's not fair!"
Donnie sighed, hands letting go of the controllers to the game in his lab, rolling his eyes as his brother cheered. "C'mon, Dee! One more game! I think you might win this time~"
The scientist shot a glare at his cheeky sibling, throwing his head back in frustration against the headrest of the chair. "I.. am not playing this ever again." he groaned, teeth gritted together.
Mikey giggled, watching the other frustratedly get out of his chair, and stomp out of the room.
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"Pizza Supreme in the sky, could he get any more smug?" Raph glanced up from his spot on the floor, face pinched with concern. "Who?"
Donnie smiled, forcing the corners of his mouth up in a maniacal way. "Who? Dear brother, who do you think has been cheating in a game for the past half an hour?!"
"Oh.. Mikey, right?"
His question was answered by an exasperated nod, and the snapping-turtle sighed. "Yeah, he beat me an' Leo at that Lou Jitsu game earlier. Lee got upset and went to go sulk in the kitchen."
The younger crossed his arms, face twisting into a more annoyed expression. "What could we do to take him down a peg?" Raph only shrugged, and Donnie huffed. "Let's go talk to Leo.."
Soon enough, the three were discussing what to do about their menace of a baby brother. After shooting down the idea of many things that would result in insult or injury, the three decided on one thing.
"It's the perfect solution! We get to express our frustrations, bring Mikey's ego down a bit, and we don't even have to start a nuclear war!"
Leo gave the softshell a funny look. "I don't see how tickling compares to a nuclear war.. but whatever seasons your fries."
It was the eldest's turn to stare at his brothers in disbelief/amusement at their choice of language, but nodded along when the pair went over the plan one more time.
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Mikey hummed to himself, happily dicing some vegetables for lunch. He was in such a good mood! Everything seemed to be going his way today. His smile didn't falter when his siblings scurried into the room, assuming they were hungry and waiting for food to be done.
After a couple seconds, Leo came up to him, and pointed towards the lettuce that was laying in front of him. "Hey, Mike? How do you cut lettuce so small?" The slider picked up the leafy plant, turning it over in his hand. "It doesn't look like you can cut it into cubes like the rest of the vegetables." Mikey looked up. "It's not too hard. Want me to show you?"
When the elder nodded, the orange-themed teen took the lettuce back and set it down, holding his knife above the plant to demonstrate. Leo watched intently, and after his brother was done showing him, went to grab the knife. "Can I try?"
He nodded, pointing at the different spots that needed to be cut. Mikey didn't even notice when his other two brothers crept up behind him, only seeing a blur out of the corner of his eye before his arms were being held above his head. "What the- Raph? Don?"
Leo tsked, setting the knife down carefully before shaking his head disapprovingly. "Mikey, my dearest baby brother.." The youngest looked behind him fearfully, anticipation growing in his stomach seeing grins his sibling's had. "You've had it too good for too long. Insulting my video game abilities.."
Donnie interjected. "Cheating in the racing game.."
"And telling me I couldn't 'hot soup' my way into victory against all of the Foot Clan.." Raph added, letting go of the arm he was holding as Donnie's battle-shell took care of that.
Mikey gulped, smiling nervously as giggles penetrated his poor attempt of trying to negotiate. "Wahait! No- you dohon't have toho do this! Ihi didn't mean thohose things! Plehehease-"
But it was too late. Fingers dug into his ribs, sending a jolt of ticklishness up the turtle's body. "EEHEHEEHEEE! NahaAHAT THEhere!" Donnie dug his fingers a little harder into the side of his shell, brows furrowed in annoyance. Raph and Leo soon joined in, the sai-user scribbling over his belly, while the slider went to squeeze at his hips.
The youngest shrieked, body convulsing at the feeling as he squirmed away from the offending hands. "AHAHAHAH! HEHEHELP! PLEHEASE, IHI DIHIHIDN'T MEHEAN IHIHIT!" The hands on his belly hit a sensitive spot, making the poor teen twist away desperately, fruitlessly trying to pull his arms down. "Then maybe you should have thought before you spoke. Really, for someone with such high emotional intelligence, I expected better from you."
Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks beginning to feel sore from the smile forced on his mouth. "SAHAHARRY! hic! IHI'M SAHARRY JUHUST hic! STAHAHAP!" The three just kept on tickling, fingers continuing to attack every spot on their baby brother as he guffawed.
Apparently, the older siblings had not come into the kitchen because they were hungry, and most definitely would be there for a while if they were, as the youngest flailed and kicked and squirmed.
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mushiewrites · 2 years ago
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Hi. I’m moving beyond Llamas inbox now. Just for funsies. I agree with Sleepy about how people moved past Sapnap teaching George how to tickle Dream way too fast, lol. But as I am a lorehead, I’m gonna make it c!Dream.
So this is one of the scenarios when Dream is put under the care of the entire server after everyone but him got therapy and he also tore himself to shreds on top of a year of torture. Now he needs help with daily task like eating, bathing, etc. — and he hates it. He’s frustrated, he’s embarrassed, he’s scared, and he’s so far gone at this point that he’s almost like a wild animal in terms of temperament and mental capacity. Except wild animals can more or less defend themselves, and he cannot.
Everyone’s been trying to find ways to cheer him up but nothing seems to work. Until finally Sapnap and George remember something from before the server got bad. Something that Dream had made them swear to never tell anyone.
Well. This is an emergency.
AKA: Tickle Therapy 2.0: Server Edition.
Soup I literally am so grateful that you came into my inbox because you're so fuckin cOOL. but i am absolute shit and know next to nothing about dsmp lore ): but I do have some thoughts...
from the little information I do know, I know that dream is just.....a lot to handle. And it's not his fault that he's that way! A year of torture would leave anyone in a constant state of distrust and distress. But sap and george remember that dream is tklish, and how tks always seemed to calm him and make him laugh and make him feel lighter and forget his problems, and they know exactly what they need do to.
But since they promised not to tell anyone, and dream and sap want him to trust them, do you think maybe they would try it when they have a moment alone with dream? maybe when they're trying to help him rest or trying to tend to old scars? I feel like maybe they would attempt that in order to gain some trust??? I dunno why, I'm just feelin that it might be the best possible outcome if it's just the three of them. and then maybe, just maybe, dream would allow more people to take part, after he's adjusted a little more to the tk therapy they supply him.
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Coukd you do a lee!minho and ler!chan?
YES OMG I have no idea if I’ve done this duo before but if I haven’t then thank you SO much for requesting it I’m literally in love with their relationship
❕Trying something new❕This is a first-person pov fic!! It’s not long and is more of a tester than anything :) after finishing I realized, at least for my preference in reading, that 3rd person imo is better, but if you like this style more lmk! Keep in mind this is very much a *drabble* so there wasn’t much editing ^^
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< Humiliated >
[Lee! Lee Know]
[Ler! Bangchan]
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I finished off with a smirk at the crowd of Stays in the distance. That solo stage was one of the more intense ones during the concerts, but it wasn’t anything impossible for me to handle. Lightsticks flew up across the crowd and the cheering made my ears fall deaf. It was a beautiful sight to see.. to which I boasted to the members about (obviously).
“Minho!! We love you Minho!! You’re so hot Lino!!” I whisper-screamed into Changbin’s ear. He shoved me to one side as he told me Stays were screaming for everyone, not just me. As if he thought I didn’t know my performance was the best one!
“Yeah pssch but did you see the cheering for meeee? They were going insane! Lee Know! Lee Know!” I giggled as I was once again shoved to the other side of the couch as his hand was placed onto my ribcage.
Nope, none of that.
I quickly rolled off the couch and walked away before being embarrassed. If I’m tickled in front of anyone and it’s found out I’m one of the most ticklish members of the group… no. Not me. That’s too vulnerable, it’s too embarrassing for others to know.
I jogged over to my room and ran into Chan on the way.
“Hi” I said (cutely, of course).
He smiled as he shook his head.
“So you can act all cool on stage, tease Stay with your smirk, and practice your dances for hours until perfection… yet you can’t remember to give me back my favorite sweater.”
Shit, I forgot. And I have it on. Double shit.
“Ahhh I will now! Sorry Hyung I forgot again” I mean, I did forget. I was being sincere, but..
“Oohoh no this is like the fourth time you’ve forgotten. Imagine if- wha- is that a stain?! Lee Know!!!”
I didn’t stain it did I?! I looked down at the spot he was staring at and-
A big orangeish-pink splotch of what I’m assuming was my soup from earlier today looked back up at me. It was right on my ribs, how did I not see it before?!
“Come here.” Chan grabbed me by the arm and walked with me down to the kitchen. He looked pissed. Not actually pissed, of course, but as annoyed as can be. I had other things to do though! And I didn’t want him humiliating me in front of everyone else. I told him I’d have it clean by the end of the day, but he wasn’t having it.
“No, I want it now. And clean.”
“Well I can’t really do that now.. sorry hyung just wait a little bit-“ he didn’t let me finish as he began grabbing an array of cleaning supplies like Clorox wipes, a soft scrubbing tool, a rag, and some
“Yes you can do it now,” he said as he walked towards me, “I’ll help you”
I didn’t even have time to protest before he wrapped an arm around my waist and threw me onto the living room couch. He placed all other items on the floor and placed me on my side. I didn’t like where this was going, I didn’t even understand what was happening yet!
“This is the stain, right?” Chan asked as he pointed to the big splotch on the sweater, which sat above my ribs.
“Obviously dumbass” I replied. Snarky, I know, but I’m confused.
“Okay. Then stay still as I clean it.” With that, Chan grabbed a damp cloth, poured a few drops of soap on it, held my hip with one hand, and began to rub the cloth on the sweater with his other hand.
I don’t think I’ve yelled so loud in my life.
“FUhuhuck wait wahait!!” I yelled out. It’s too intense!!
“Nope, I’ve waited long enough”
What an ass!
“Careful hyung you might get kicked” Hyunjin intruded. I just shot him a glare and tried to cover my side.
“Oh no no no, hands up” Chan said.
I just stared at him (probably definitely blushing). Did he seriously expect me to keep my arms raised, here in the living room, in front of everyone, and not lower them?! He’s a madma-
“He’s too weak for that, hold on” I heard Changbin say. Who was he to help Chan and not me?!
“Ya don’t make this into a big deheheal!! Just let me go wash it and I’ll give it back-” I was cut off by Changbin forcefully grabbing my wrists and holding them barely above my chin, as if to taunt me by making me be so close to covering my sides but unable to do so.
“You clearly need some help figuring out how to keep things clean.. be ready to cover his mouth, Bin.” Chan said.
I had nowhere to go and nothing I could do except kick my legs out until Chan sat on them and began to harshly drag the rag up and down my ribs, digging in the entire way.
“AHAHehahahehaAHA WAhahit!! HahaHAHAE WhaHAHAIT!!” I laughed out loudly as he purposefully dug the rag into my side.
“This stain is a tough one..” he said.
“Noho it’s nOHOT!! AHAHAHA” I screamed as he kept going, “STOP! STOHOhohaHAHA”.
My face flushed red as I saw Chan and Bin simply watching me and laugh. I saw the other members, too, smiling over at me. I felt relieved humiliated.
I’ve never been one to beg anyone for anything. Ever. But..
“PLEHEASE! STOHOP PLease plehehease!! PlehahaHAHAHEA AAHHHHAHA” I yelled out as fast as I could until Chan began to slow down the pace.
“I think it’s mostly off now.. it’ll do.”
I was let go and immediately slammed my hands down to cover my sides, one wet from the soapy cloth. Chan giggled down at me as I quickly stood up and went to find another sweater. Idiot.
I changed quickly and threw Chan’s into the washer, not without a glare at him beforehand though.
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