#the next moment ler mood

[switchytransboy]

in need of a cute pal to have tickle fights with this rainy & cozy fall weekend 🍂🍁

[ilovechuuyasm]

My random thoughts on how good ler Alastor would be were well received, so I wrote a fanfic based on that

This is a tickle fanfiction, If this is not your area of interest, don't read it! ^^

Ler!Alastor and Lee!Reader - He just wanted to make you smile

You were just having a bad day, everyone and everything was irritating you since the morning. Plus, Alastor went to a meeting of the rulers, so you were sitting in your room, reading (you don't have TV, I wonder why) and waiting for him to come back and improve your mood.

He appeared out of nowhere and hugged you, scaring you a little "Waah, one day you'll scare me to death!" you squeaked, he sat down next to you, slightly amused.

"Well, hello there, darling!" he greeted you, ignoring your earlier comment "Did something happen?" he tilted his head slightly, looking at your face.

"Nothing special... just a bad day" you murmured and you spread your hands, wanting some affection from him.

"Hm? You want a hug now?" He asked, watching you.

"Yes, please, I've been waiting for you all day" you whispered. Instead of doing it normally, Alastor teleported closer to you and hugged you gently.

"Now smile, sweetheart! You know you are not fully dressed without a smile!" he said enthusiastically. You sighed and smiled fakely for a moment, then returned to your dissatisfied face. "Oh, that's not nice.. " he said, he sounded disappointed, but at the same time you could hear a little teasing in his voice "I don't want my beloved one to look so sad" he added, placing his hand on your side and moving you closer to his embrace, smiling widely. You had a feeling that he was planning something and after a while your hunches were confirmed as you felt a small poke on your side.

"Nahh! Alastor!" you squeaked, trying to escape his embrace, but instead you felt Alastor's shadow (Idk, that black thing lmao) wrap around your body.

"Ohh, you are not going anywhere now, little fawn~" he said, wiggling his fingers in a distinctive way, knowing how it affects you "If you don't want to smile for me, I'll make you~" He announced and you noticed a sadistic gleam in his eyes. He knew you had a thing for tickling, you were the only person he didn't want to actually hurt, but a little torture never hurt anyone, right?

You giggled nervously, when you felt like your body was completely immobilized and you were at the mercy of the radio demon. "Al, I can smile for you now, you know?" you said, grinning at him, trying to defend yourself.

"Hmm" he looked at you, tilting his head, pretending to be thinking "Too lateee~" he hums and you felt his fingers attacking your exposed sides. He didn't even try to start gently or to tease you, he immediately started tickling you hard, and you immediately burst out laughing.

You started squirming as much as you could, which only encouraged him to continue. It's an amazing feeling when the victim wants to escape but is unable and has to endure everything Alastor wants to do to them, he loved it. His hands roamed over your body, looking for the most sensitive places so he could torture you a bit, while you laughed, struggling to take each breath as this demon wouldn't give you even a moment's rest.

"A-! Ahahah! Alahaha-!" you tried to say his name.

He leaned over you, continuing to tickle your stomach now "Enjoying yourself?" He whispered in his teasy tone.

"NOHOHO!" you squealed.

"Oh what a shame!" He answered "Because I'm not finished with you yet~" he made eye contact with you and started tickling your ribs more aggressively. Tears started to well up in your eyes from laughing, and the laughter became more and more hysterical. His smile widened "Could you scream a little bit louder for me~?"

You began to squirm and whimper as the sensation took over your entire body, you felt so vulnerable.

"ALASTORR! NYAHAHAHYAH!" you screamed, you felt Alastor dig his fingers into your knees and then your thighs. You wanted to kick your legs, but they were immobilized, so all you could do was continue laughing hysterically. He enjoyed your screams, they were a sign to him that he was taking good care of you "FUHUHUCK!" the curse left your mouth.

"Oh my, what a mess of words!" said Alastor "You shouldn't say that, you little fawn~" he hums, grabbing your ankle, you gained a second of respite.

"LEHEHEAVE ME ALOHOHONE!" you squealed when his finger ran over your foot.

"Didn't you tell me earlier that you've been waiting for me all day?" he asked, tickling your poor sole with two fingers now. You groaned in response and soon started laughing again. He knew you wouldn't answer him now, so he spoke again "Ohh, you are so adorable, how entertaining!" he started tickling you mercilessly again, quickly running his fingers along the entire length of your sole.

"AHAHALA-!" you cried "ALASTOOOR!"

"Aww, i could just eat you up!" he exclaimed, which sounded truly disturbing coming from him, he let go of your ankle and looked at you as you caught your breath "But I won't, because i still want you here with me HaHa!" Alastor said such weird things sometimes, and honestly that was one of the things you loved about him "Speaking of eating you~" He hiked up your shirt, which was unexpected, and leaned down, glaring at you. You let out a long, very high-pitched moan when he blew raspberry on your stomach. If that wasn't enough, his fluffy, long ears nuzzled your chin. You started giggling uncontrollably again. Very gently, he began to nibble the skin on your belly and sides, even though his teeth are quite sharp, he somehow managed to make it tickle mercilessly.

After a while, his hands were on your sides again and he tickled you so bad. Your screams and laughter filled the entire room, because it was so intense.

"NOHOHOH! STAHAHAP!" you yelped. You couldn't see what affected you more, his merciless fingers, the sweet raspberries amd nibbles on your belly or those ears! You felt so overwhelmed, and Alastor seemed happy with what he was doing.

When he finally took pity on your fate, stopped tickling you, he removed the shadow surrounding you and looked at you with a huge, satisfied smile. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes in exhaustion.

"I hate you.." you murmured.

"HaHa! I surely doubt it!" he answered and stroked your hair "You should appreciate how merciful I was anyway Hah!" his smile widened again.

"You are so creepy sometimes" you smirked slightly "But i guess, that's why i love you"

"I hope I managed to make you feel better" he said "Do you need anything, fawn?"

"Uhh, just water, but I can go get it myself"

"Then we can go together" Alastor decided, offering you his hand. You smiled at how quickly he could go from being cruel to being so sweet and you grabbed his hand.

You didn't expect that everyone would notice your red face and disheveled hair, but they did. Charlie was terrified that he had done something bad to you, but Angel Dust didn't forget to mention that from the screams he could tell that you two had a lot of fun. You didn't know if it would be more embarrassing to admit that Alastor was just tickling you or to let them think you were f*cking..

[littleesistler]

Tickle rp - green and red flags

Hello dears, I’ve recently had a few conversations with my new lers and lees. And I wanted to make a checklist on how to stay safe during rp

Remember consent is given before, after and during all types of intimacy, so here are a few examples:

Before:

Age and pronouns

What names and nicknames may be used

Ask about boundaries

Decide what spots are going to be tickled

Spots that are gonna be avoided

What tools to use or avoid

Restraints, pinning and how close the lee and ler should be

If both parties should have a safe word

During:

ONLY tickle or mention spots that have been chosen

ONLY use tools and nicknames that have been chosen

Regularly check in and ask questions

Give options for breaks and changing position or technique

Respect safe words and boundaries

If someone changes their mind about a spot stop and talk about it

After:

Cuddles and reassurances

Relax and talk about calming things while both parties recollect themselves

Don’t evaluate instantly since both parties are still full of dopamine and the brain needs time to come down from a high and flustered mood

After a few minutes or even the next day evaluate how the session went for both parties

Stay in contact and don’t just disappear after you’ve gotten what you wanted

Tips for the ler:

Remember you are in a position of power and it’s your responsibility to be in charge since your lee is in a different headspace at the moment. Be carful not to go with the flow. The lee might say yes or keep giggling if you ask them something but afterwards they might regret it. In a flustered headspace you can’t think straight nor consent to a new thing. So that’s why boundaries were sett before. Stick to the script!

Tips for lees

Be on the lookout is your ler asking for boundaries, checking in and staying on track. Are they prioritizing your wants and needs? Do you feel safe to be vulnerable or does it feel forced? If you at any point get an icky or uncomfortable feeling, use a safe word and speak out. You can change your options before, after and during. But remember it’s harder to change something afterwards so speak up. And if you feel like you can’t be open with your ler, then why are you with them!

Please stay safe and rember people lie all the time online and in real life about their age, personality and intentions. If at any point someone feels disingenuous you have two options:

confront them

or

ignore them

A few last tips

Don’t laugh at or make an overstepping of a boundary into a joke, you’re valid to sett a stop and guidelines so don’t discredit yourself.

If an apology is mostly self centered and not taking your feelings into account it’s not genuine.

You don’t owe anyone anything: no pictures, no roleplay, no reactions and no time.

Be aware of gaslighting, manipulation, narcissistic and psychopathic tendencies and how to spot these actions.

Say no, use safe words, speak up, ignore, ghost, leave behind and move on, you deserve only the best

If someone makes you feel uncomfortable they aren’t worthy of your time and that’s period!

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Unforeseen of events- (Hazbin Hotel tickle fic)

A/N: To the people who saw the video I posted, yes you already know what this is about.

Summary: Charlie thinks of the perfect way to get Alastor. A good old fashion tickle attack. But what happens when the odds aren't in her favor?

Ler Alastor Lee Charlie

Charlie giggled silently, an evil grin on her face as she slowly crept up behind the Radio Demon. The demon princess was in the mood to tickle her radio friend. She had already gotten Vaggie, Angel, and Husk. Her next target was Alastor. Ohhh she was so excited.

The Radio Demon silently stood near the bar of the hotel, minding his own business as usual as he hummed a soft tune. Charlie was now inches away from the unsuspecting demon, her fingers wiggling with anticipation. Once the princess was close enough, she struck.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" she giggled as her fingers made contact with Alastor's sides. Alastor flinched and let out a small squeak but that was as close as the princess was going to get. Alastor slightly turned his head and raised his brow as he watched Charlie attempt to tickle him. He allowed her to try for a few more moments until he cleared his throat. Charlie tilted her head in confusion, squeezing his sides to see if this was a joke. The princess gasped. "You're not ticklish Al?" she asked in defeat. This time, the Radio Demon did laugh. "No my dear. I haven't been ticklish in a long time."

"Hmph!" Charlie said with a pout. She really thought she'd get them all. But then one of them just happened to be...not ticklish. How is someone NOT ticklish?

Alastor couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction when he suddenly got an idea of his own. "Oh Charlie~" Charlie raised her brow this time as Alastor slowly stalked towards. "What did I say about you not smiling?" Charlie opened her mouth to answer until she noticed the glint in his eyes. "Oh shit." she cursed, backing away a few steps. Alastor only stalked closer. "H-Hey Al. I-I know what you're thinking."

"You do, your highness?" he asked so casually, only a few steps away from her now. Charlie gulped and gave him a nervous smile and almost matched his. "Al, please don't I'm-AHHHHHH!" There was no warning from the Radio Demon. Alastor's hands struck the princess's sides and soon, Charlie was now a giggling mess.

Alastor couldn't help but laugh along with her. "Oh look at you. You're so ticklish princess."

"Nohohohohoho I'm nohohohohohohot!" Alastor didn't even bother to comment on her pathetic lie. Charlie tried and failed to push his hands away, but whenever she's make contact with them, Alastor would switch it up, attacking her armpits and her lower ribs.

"Goochie goochie goo. Who's our ticklish princess? Who's our ticklish princess?" Alastor began to tease as Charlie all but screamed when he moved to her stomach. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHING!!!!" Charlie cried as Alastor only laughed. "Oh but Charlie, you know it's only fair."

"NOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHIT'S NOHOHOHOHOT!!!"

"Yes it is. But I'll show you what isn't fair." Alastor replied before swooping up the giggly princess and placing her on the couch. Charlie giggled and wiggled to get out of the deer demon's hold, but he was stronger than he looked. "Hold her down boys." he said as she shadow grabbed her arms and tied them together above her head. Alastor smirked when he saw Charlie's scared but also excited face. "Please Al. Whatever you're doing, don't do it."

"And what makes you think I'd listen to you?" Alastor asked as Charlie only gulped. "B-Because I'm the Princess of Hell. A-As your princess, I-AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Charlie didn't finish her threat, for her serial killer friend had already began to stroke his fingers all over the princess's belly. "Awwww, is the little princess's belly her most ticklish spot?" He didn't get an answer from her. Charlie only laughed freely, struggling to get out of his shadows' hold. Alastor silently commanded one of his shadow's to cover her eyes. Charlie screamed when she could only see darkness. "ALASTOR!!!" The Radio Demon slowly lifted the princess's shirt, allowing the cool air to make her shudder. "W-What're you doing?" she asked, but Alastor didn't answer directly. Instead, he only stroke his fingers on her bare tummy, making the princess really laugh her ass off. "I'm gonna get your belly~" Charlie knew that teasing voice all too well. He said it the same way he did when he and him made that deal. At this point, Charlie's struggles began to increase. "Al, no please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"There's no mercy in hell dear. Even you should know that." Alastor said before he engulfed a breath of air and slammed his mouth down on the princess's abdomen. Alastor's ears twitched when her high pitch scream went up an octave. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOREHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!" Charlie screamed for dear life, her arms tugging hard on the shadows. Showing some mercy, Alastor released the bind from her wrist, allowing the princess to attempt to push his head off. It was futile though for whenever she thought Alastor was finished, he'd blow another raspberry just to make her scream. It wasn't until the princess started banging on his head like a drum that Alastor decided to call it quits.

The Radio Demon gave one last short raspberry on her bellybutton before pulling her shirt back down and staring at the teary eyed princess. Charlie was still in a fit of giggles, the shock clearly still there. Alastor smirked. "There you go. Now, you're fully dressed." Charlie only rolled her eyes as the Radio Demon got off the couch. Alastor intentionally grasped her tummy, making her squeal and wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Just remember dear~" he began to say before he left. "Make sure you're always fully dressed. Or else, you'd like for me to...help." he said before Charlie squealed and raced out of the main lobby of the hotel, eager to escape the tickly fingers of the Radio Demon.

[kusuguricafe]

Seek and Destroy - Squealing Santa 2K23

A/N: surpriiiiise @chibisstuff!! I'm your squealing santa this year! I hope you love your gift <3 happy holidays! 🎁

Characters: lee!Deku, lee!Kaminari, ler!Bakugou

Chapter 1 - Tough Spot

Summary: Bakugou's ler mood has gotten out of control and Deku happens to be pass by at just the right wrong moment.

Katsuki had an itch. An itch to destroy. He’d been pacing back and forth trying to come up with a way to rid himself of his desires, but he was out of luck. There’s really no other way to satiate the desire to tickle someone into oblivion without actually tickling someone into oblivion.

The next poor soul to pass by was in for a wrecking of a lifetime. And lo and behold, a certain green-haired, freckled boy happened to enter the common room at just the wrong moment.

Perfect, Katsuki thought. “Oi, nerd.”

“Oh! Hi, Kacchan! What is it?”

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

“Okay!”

Katsuki led Izuku to his dorm room. Kacchan never lets anyone into his room, except for Kirishima on occasion, Izuku thought. He must be serious.

Katsuki opened the door and said, “Wait on the bed for a sec.”

Izuku nodded and hopped up onto Katsuki’s bed. He waited patiently while Katsuki rummaged around in his closet for something. He pulled out a red tie.

Izuku cocked his head in confusion. “...A tie? I didn’t know you even owned one of those.”

“Watch it, nerd. Just hold still, will ya?”

“O-okay.”

Katsuki walked over to the bed, grabbing Izuku’s wrists and tying them to the headboard.

“Um, Kacchan? What are you doing?”

“Do I have to grab a second one to shut your damn trap? Stop asking questions.”

“N-no! Sorry!”

After Katsuki finished tying off a secure knot, he furrowed his brow and placed his head in his hand. He sighed. “So, I lied, but I know you’re not going to hate this, so you really don’t have anything to be mad about.”

Izuku started to shake nervously as Katsuki climbed up on top of him. “I know you can free yourself if you really can’t take it anymore, so… just do that if you need, alright?”

“I-I still don’t know what you’re talking abahahAHA! W-wahahahahait!”

“No can do.”

“Whyhyhyhyhy!?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just… just try to enjoy it. I know you like this anyways.”

Katsuki could feel a fire light inside of him as soon as got a taste of that delicious laughter. He hated how much he liked doing this, but he knew he’d never get this urge to go away unless he acted on it. Besides, out of all the possible victims, he knew this one wouldn’t mind.

“Ehehe pfftahahahaha! S-stahahahahahap!”

“Oh come on, you can take it.”

Katsuki dug into Izuku’s ribcage, sporadically traveling up into his underarms. Izuku wiggled back and forth beneath Katsuki, but he really couldn’t move much with his arms restrained and his legs trapped. As Katsuki fully succumbed to his desires, his focused, mildly disgruntled expression slowly turned into an enraptured leer.

“aaAAAAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! K-KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Izuku screamed as Katsuki dug into his hips.

God, his laughter was intoxicating.

“AIIEEEHEHEYAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHI- *snort* I CAHAHAHA- *hic* KAHACCHAHAHAA!!”

Katsuki reluctantly stopped for a moment when Izuku’s laughter went silent. Izuku panted, dazed, buzzing with a leftover tingly feeling.

“Wh-why,” he started, “Why are you doing this?”

“I-” Katsuki paused. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Are you sure?” Izuku questioned, gazing up at him with those big, green doe eyes.

Katsuki hesitated a second too long. The slightest hint of a rosy hue spread across his cheeks as he said, “I just… I get these urges sometimes. I don’t know where they come from or why they happen, but it makes me want to… Argh! It makes me wanna tickle someone so badly.”

Izuku’s eyes widened.

“And I can’t get rid of it! I can’t get rid of it until I, y’know, actually do it. You happened to be walking by right as it was getting to a point where I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I…”

“I get it.”

“You- You do?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well… Good. Now don’t go blabbing about it to anyone, alright?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.”

…

“So, a-are you done, or…?”

Katsuki looked away. His palm crackled like a firecracker as his face turned a shade redder. Finally, he closed his fist and asked, “Can you take a bit more?”

Izuku took a deep breath.

“Go for it.”

Chapter 2 - Heady Pursuit

Summary: Denki overhears what happened yesterday and gets extremely jealous. So, what else is there to do than to provoke Bakugou until he gets what he wants?

What on earth is all that noise about? Denki thought. Bored, he decided to investigate. He took the elevator from the third to the fourth floor, where he thought he heard the ruckus coming from.

“Of course it’s Bakugou,” he said to himself as he walked closer to the blonde’s dorm.

“EEEYAHAHA! NOOHOHOHOooaAAHHAHAHAHA! NOT THE FEHEHEET!! PLEASE KACCHAAAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!”

…Feet? Is that Deku?

“IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!” Denki heard Izuku scream.

“You said you could take it, now take it!” came Katsuki’s reply.

“IHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!”

“No shit it tickles, dumbass!”

Denki’s face went beet red. So that’s what they were doing. He should have guessed—Mr. Smiley can’t even make Deku laugh that loud. Denki could feel static building up in his hair. He shook it off and marched back towards the elevator.

Nothing was working. Denki had been dropping hints all day, making playful remarks, stretching in front of Katsuki so that his midriff was showing, even laying in his lap (and promptly getting told to “fuck off”). But he had to keep trying.

“Oiiiii Kacchan!”

“The hell d’you want?”

“Want? I don’t want anything, I’m just saying hello!”

“Yeah, sure.”

Crap! Was he really that obvious?

“A-anyway,” Denki continued, “Kirishima and I are going to the gym later, if you want to join?”

“Nah, already went.”

“Oh, okay! In that case, would you mind helping me with this new move I’ve been working on? I need someone to practice it with, and-”

“Do it with Kirishima.”

“But it’s up in the air! Kirishima can only help me practice stuff on the ground! It’s called the uh, something or other volt maneuver!”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh c’mon, pleeeaaase?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeaaaase?”

“No.”

“At least let me show you! I get a running start like this,” Denki explained, running in place, “Jump up real high, do a couple flips and then come crashing down with my arms out, like this!”

As Denki whipped out his arms and pointed his finger guns towards Katsuki, he “accidentally” let out a small bolt of electricity (only about as strong as the electrostatic shocks you get on a particularly dry day), zapping him in the arm.

“...Oops.”

“DUNCE FACE—”

“AAAHHHHH!” Denki shrieked and bolted.

Katsuki was hot on his tail, and Denki could feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he scrambled around the common room, knowing that he could only evade the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight for so long.

“COME HERE, YOU BASTARD!”

“NOOO!”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!”

Denki decided his best bet was to make a run for the front door.

“ONLY IF YOU CATCH-WaAHH!” Denki yelped as Katsuki swiftly tackled him into the grass.

Katsuki had him pinned. “What do you have to say for yourself, haah?”

“Uhm…”

“Nothing?”

Denki pursed his lips and shook his head.

Katsuki sighed. “You know what? I’m feeling nice today. I’m gonna let you off the hook.”

“What? Why!?”

“...Why do you sound so upset by that?”

“I-I’m not upset, haha, y-yay!” Denki stuttered, sweating nervously.

“Seriously, what has gotten into you? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Oh, h-have I? I hadn’t noticed…”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“S-so are you gonna let me go?”

“Not until you tell me what’s up.”

“N-nothing’s up! Nothing at all!”

“Not gonna fess up? Good thing I know how to make losers like you talk.”

Denki saw an unmistakable glint in Katsuki’s eye. He shivered.

“W-wait, BakugAAHAHAHA!”

Katsuki wasted no time in shoving his hands right up into Denki’s underarms, vibrating his fingers against him.

“EEHEHE STAHAHAHAHA!” Denki laughed, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Nuh-uh, you asked for this.”

Katsuki was thorough—he fluttered his fingers against Denki’s ears and neck, pinched up and down his sides, skillfully rubbed his thumbs into his ribs, massaged his hips, and even squeezed his thighs—constantly making him jump and yelp in surprise. Finally, he reached back to squeeze above and skitter his fingers underneath Denki’s knees.

“AAAAIIIEEHEHE NONONONONO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO!” 

Denki laughed and laughed and laughed, banging his fist on the ground. He thrashed about as much as he could, making a futile attempt to escape. He was at his limit.

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT, ALRIHAHAHAHAIGHT! I’LL TALK I’LL TAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA!!”

“Took you long enough. You have more stamina than I thought.”

“I- ehehe… I wanted, I wanted you to, to t-tickle me.”

“...You’re kidding.”

“P-please don’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad.”

“Oh, thank God…”

“You could have just asked, y’know?”

“I-I didn’t know how you’d react…”

“So you decided to annoy me all day instead?”

Denki nodded.

Katsuki sighed. “For future reference, I’d be more than happy to take you up on that request. Any time you want.”

[mah-t-wordblog]

Tanjiro’s foot is sore from a bad sprain and Giyu decides to sit him down and give him a deep massage to loosen up the stiffness. It's a painful ordeal for Tanjiro who struggles to stay still and then a new problem arises when Giyu discovers the boy is very ticklish. He sneaks tickles in while massaging to distract Tanjiro from the pain and then afterward unexpectedly pins Tanjiro down and searches out his other bad spots. Tummy, belly button, and sides r bad, but armpits r the worst and Giyu shows little mercy and makes him laugh and squirm wildly. He finally stops when he thinks the boy has caught up on two years of little laughter. In other words Giyu's lack of mercy is because he wants the boy to have a good long laugh after all the sadness and hardship he has been put through. It's like, no matter how cold or tough on Tanjiro he was in the beginning, he really does care for the boy and feels sad for him. After he stops Tanjiro feels so relaxed and exhausted that he ends up falling asleep and Giyu takes him back to the Butterfly Mansion.

Giyu remains his stoic self while massaging and tickling Tanjiro, but inwardly he is smiling. 

Tanjiro's laugh starts out kind of like in little huffs and snickers, and then dissolves into shrieks and belly laughter.

Hiiii, ofc ✨💛

Painkiller

Lee: Tanjiro Kamado

Ler: Gyuu Tomioka

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Tanjiro wanted to bury himself in the sheets, the pain in his right foot was too intense.

Gyuu watched him lying on the bed in the Butterfly Mansion.

"What happened?" He asked Shinobu, who was right next to him

“A serious sprain, nothing that a little treatment won’t cure” she prepared some medicine “but Tanjiro can only suffer at this moment”

"It is a shame"

Tanjiro looked at Gyuu and tried to smile

“It’s okay, sir, it’s not that horrible, ah-!” The boy screamed when Gyuu touched his foot

“It looks pretty bad”

“Medicines will help” Shinobu said walking away “maybe also some massage”

Gyuu thought it wasn't a bad idea, he sat on the bed next to the boy

“It’s good that they put me in this isolated room” Tanjiro smiled, trying to suppress the pain “it’s much more cozy, isn’t it?”

Gyuu looked at him, Tanjiro groaned in pain

“Why are you pretending it doesn’t hurt?” Gyuu asked

The boy sighed “to lighten the mood”

The man laughed in thought, he is so sweet

Then he grabbed, without warning, Tanjiro's foot and began to warn him

"Hey! Sir-?" Tanjiro writhed in pain

“It’s a massage, it will get better”

The boy couldn't help but let out groans of pain, but he held them back to make it seem like everything was okay.

The massage was good, and it was really getting better

"Everything is fine?"

“Yes, I just-HA” Tanjiro let out a little scream, this little scream was different from the screams of pain, this aroused Gyuu’s curiosity

"What was this?" Gyuu pressed the same place on the boy's feet

“No-HA-thing” he snorted

“It feels like something, does it hurt?”

“N-no, It just tickles a little bit”

Gyuu's eyes widened, tickles? It wasn't a bad idea, really...

"Oh yes? I understood"

Tanjiro tried to stay still again, trying to calm himself down.

But Gyuu wasn't willing to help him stay still, he ran his fingers along the sole of the boy's foot.

“Ehe-HE Tohomiokaha!” The boy screamed

“Stay still, Tanjiro, I need to give you this massage”

Gyuu was serious, but inside he was melting at the cuteness he saw

“Ihihi cahahan’t”

“Stay still, argh” Gyuu pretended to be irritated “I’ll show you a great massage for the whole body”

“But my body is not hurt-HAHAHA NOHOHOHO”

The man had squeezed the boy's stomach

“Relax and enjoy”

Tanjiro squirmed, really cute, Gyuu remembered how he tickled Sabito, they were very similar

“I once tried a deep massage on someone who was sensitive like you” the man pretended to ignore the fact that the boy was dying in front of him “that’s how I did it”

He lifted the other's shirt and placed a finger on his belly button.

“NOHOHOHO STOHHOOP”

The same reaction, how interesting” he continued seriously, but in his head he was melting “does your whole body have the same reactions to this massage?”

Gyuu climbed on top of the boy, placing his knees on top of his arms and not allowing him to move.

“S-sir, IhI- noho- please” the boy laughed anxiously, the tickling had stopped for a moment

“You'll be fine, little guy~” the man slowly brought his hands closer to Tanjiro's vulnerable sides, making him snort and laugh “unless if you're very ticklish~”

Tanjiro can't take it

“IHIHI AHAHAM”

“Ah~ what a shame then”

The tickles came before Tanjiro could even reason.

The boy burst out laughing, Gyuu was imagining it as if he was tickling Sabito once again, so he didn't have an ounce of mercy

“I think there’s another place around here where you’re in even more pain, right?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO”

“I think so~”

The provocations made Tanjiro even more vulnerable and sensitive

“How about here?” He dug his hands into the boy’s armpits “does it hurt a lot here?”

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE”

"Why?"

“STOHOHOHOHOP”

Gyuu remembered that he wasn't tickling Sabito, that was Tanjiro, and if he didn't stop, the boy would definitely die.

But just a little more

“Are you feeling better Tanjiro?”

“YEHEHES ​​YEHEHEHEHEHES”

“And you’re going to be really bad again?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO”

“That's good…” he quickly lifted the boy's shirt for the grand finale “because otherwise the tickle monster will have a little chat with you” and blew a raspberry

Tanjiro arched his back and burst into silent and tired laughter.

Gyuu stopped immediately, waiting for the boy to calm down so they could talk.

Tanjiro took a breath, then spoke first

“Thank you sir” he said with his typical warm smile “you always make me feel so much better”

In fact, it wasn't the first time that Gyuu helped the boy with his problems.

The hashira looked down and tried to hide a satisfied smile that wanted to appear on his lips.

Tanjiro has seen Gyuu smile several times, but I think the man thinks that no one sees him smiling

“Do you want any more medicine?” Gyuu asked

“No, actually I’m really tired” Tanjiro said, closing his eyes “I think I…”

And the boy slept

The man came close and stroked her hair in an affectionate way.

"What's happening-" Shinobu entered the room, but when she saw the boy she covered her mouth and started whispering

“Shhhh” Gyuu made her “let him sleep”

“Are you going to stay here?”

Gyuu looked at the unoccupied bed next to Tanjiro's.

"Yes”

Shinobu smiled (truly) “you know you’re like a brother to him, don’t you?”

In fact, Gyuu thought of Tanjiro as his little brother, he would take care of him, and wouldn't let him suffer, like his older sister did with him.

He nodded to the woman and waited for her to leave the room to lie down next to Tanjiro. After a few minutes they were both asleep.

He really cared about him

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

Whoever asked me to write a fanfic, I'm going to write it, ok? But I had to write in order of who asked first, don't worry 😊

[liveforjeongin]

Heyy you, saw you are taking requests and had an idea. Ler changbin and lee han with 9,7,10 from prompts #2

Something like, jisung woke up in a major lee mood and let's say he has Tumblr and left he's phone open with a tickle fanfic, changbin found it and decided to help him with his mood

Okay soo that's a small idea i have you don't need to use it if u don't want to or don't need it

Soo that's it..

Have a lovely day/night <3

A Little Help

I TOTALLY LOVE THIS IDEA

Thanks for the request anon<3

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

requested by: anon

warnings: some swearing words, a bit too long I'm so sorry

Prompt 7, list #2: “All you need to do is ask.”

Prompt 9, list #2: “Are you...blushing?”

Prompt 10, list #2: “I can’t say it!”

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Jisung woke up like it was a normal day, but this time there was something different...

Oh no...

He woke up in an intense lee mood. He needed tickles so badly that if someone doesn't tickle him right now he wouldn't be able to be a functional human being for the next week

What to do now? Ask for tickles? Impossible, Jisung could barely say the word and, knowing how teasy the members are, he wouldn't risk being teased 24/7 from now on

So he just went for the safe option, Tumblr, his total savior

But this time it didn't work

In fact, it just made it worse

Fuck, now what?

It's not like Jisung had too many options, so he just kept scrolling and scrolling through Tumblr tickle posts. Eventually, even though he just woke up, he fell asleep with his phone on and Tumblr opened

It was nothing to panic about, it's not like in that exact moment, just before the phone's screen blocked since it had passed too much time without being used, a member comes in and takes his phone of his hand to let him sleep better and looks at his Tumb-

"Hannieeeee! You awake?" Changbin entered Jisung's room yelling. Fortunately, this didn't wake up the quokka, but the image of Han sleeping melted Changbin's heart, how could he look so cute?

Changbin smiled for himself when he saw Hannie sleeping so peacefully, but then he noticed Jisung's phone on his hand, and approached to him to take it and just leave it on Jisung's nightstand

But in the moment Changbin took Jisung's phone, couldn't help but notice the app Hannie was on... Tumblr?

He had heard of that app, but never really understood for what it was, and, honestly, didn't give it any importance at his dongsaeng having it

Until he noticed what kinda posts were on Jisung's following content...

Tickles?

What?

Saying Changbin was surprised was nothing compared to how he was actually feeling

It's not like he despised his dongsaeng, it was actually the opposite, he found it really cute, it's just that he thought Jisung actually hated when someone tickles him, but second thought... He never told anyone to stop when they were tickling him...

Huh

Changbin decided to just leave Jisung's phone on his nightstand as he had planned, leave him sleep in peace and keep that new discovering he did about his dongsaeng for himselft, maybe he could give him a little help later...

A couple hours later, Jisung woke up again

In the worst lee mood he has ever been

Why is life so unfair?

Complaining mentally about how unfair it is to not have tickles on a day like this, Hannie went out of his room and headed to the living room, where Changbin was.

Jisung sat on the couch next to his hyung, resting his head on his shoulder, a lot tired yet

"Good morning, hyung" Han waved Changbin in a sleepy tone, it was clear he slept too much that morning...

"Good morning, Hannie, tired still?" Changbin waved back, smiling down at him

"Yeah..." Jisung muttered with a yawn

Changbin chuckled at him "Don't fall asleep again or you're wake up even more tired"

"Mmmm... You're right" Jisung muttered and sat straight on the couch, fighting in opening his eyes to drive away his tireness

When Jisung seemed... Less asleep, Changbin decided to finally confront him about what he saw on his phone

"So... Hannie... You know you fell asleep with your phone on your hand?" Changbin started

That practically woke Jisung up completely immediately

"Ummmmm... Yeah? What's with that?" replied, the nervousness could feel on his voice

"You were on an app. What's its name....? Tumblr or something?"

Shit

That could not be happening

It had to be a dream, right?

Well, it wasn't

"Uhhh... I-"

"What's a lee?"

Oh no

"W-Well... Y-You see..." Jisung tried to think of a credible excuse, but it was useless since Changbin seemed to know everything by now

"I-It's... Someone that... L-Likes being t-t-tickled" Hannie answered, having some problems to say the feared tword, blushing slightly and looking everywhere but at his hyung

"Ohhh, I see. And I'm guessing a lee mood is when one of these.... lees wants to be tickled, am I right?" Changbin said that so casually that was too flustered for the younger

"Y-Yeah..."

"And I'm guessing that's the mood you're having right now, isn't it?" Changbin asked with a teasy smile

Jisung blushed the brightest red ever, how was he supposed to answer that?

"Y-Yeah..." Han answered, extremely red

"Are you... Blushing?" Changbin teased as smirked down at him and overthrowed him on the couch, sitting on his hips

"W-WAIT HYUng what are you doing?"

"I'm helping you a little... Wasn't this what you wanted?"

Jisung blushed even more if that was possible, and nodded slowly with his head

"Good. Now, Hannie, all you need to do is ask~"

"W-Wait what?" Jisung's eyes widened at that

"You heard me. If you want tickles, you'll have to ask for them~" Changbin was really having fun teasing Jisung over here...

"H-Hyung... Please don't make me say it... I can't... I can't say it!" Jisung gave Changbin his best puppy eyes, hoping that convinces him

Unfortunately for him, it didn't work

"Awwww, but you'll have to say it if you want your tickles~ Come on! It's not so hard"

"Yes it is hard" Jisung said, pouting at his hyung

"Your cute faces and pouts are not convincing me of anything... You're gonna have to ask, Hannie~" Changbin teased him, pinning his arms above his head, making the younger way more flustered "I'm not doing anything until you ask for it~"

Han encouraged himself enough to try to say it, sighing before talking "Changbin hyung... P-Please t-t-ti-ckle me..." finally got to say

Changbin smirked down at him "Ohh, of course Hannie~" Changbin didn't waste a single second and immediately went for Jisung's bellybutton, his worst spot, making the poor kid go crazy

"NOHOHOHOHOHO, WAIHIHIHIHIT WAHAHAHAHIT HYUHUHUHUNG HYUHUHUHUUUUUNG NOT THERE HYUNG PLEHEHEHEASEEEEE"

"Aw please~ You literally asked for this, you can't stop it too soon~"

"BUHUHUHUHUT YOU CAN'T GO ON WOHOHOHORST SPOT THIS SOHOHOHHOON! THAT'S CHEHEHEHEHEHEATING HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Changbin chuckled at his dongsaeng, finding him extremely adorable "Alright, fine, you're right" moved to his sides instead. Still too ticklish for Hannie, but not as much as before

"You're having fun, Hannie?" Changbin teased him while absolutely wrecking him

"HAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHES!" Jisung said without thinking, overwhelmed by the tickles, blushing the second he realized what he just said

Changbin just smiled at him while tickling him, he was happy knowing he was able to make Jisung this happy

After some more minutes of absolutely being wrecked by Changbin, Jisung decided that was enough

"ALRIHIHIHIHIHIGHT HYUNG STOP NOW PLEHEHEHEASE!" Han said through his laughter, making the older chuckle as he got off of him

"How was that? Good enough for you?"

Jisung was breathing hard with the biggest smile on his face, he couldn't think so well so just rested his head on his hyung's lap and said "That was the best, thank you so much, hyung" Jisung said with his eyes closed and extremely tired

Changbin just stroked his hair while smiling at him "Anytime, Hannie"

Jisung fell asleep... Once again, but hey! Who wants to have a productive day when you can just have some tickles, right?

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OKAY I'M NOT SO SURE ABOUT THIS ONE BUT I KINDA LIKED IT AND I HOPE YOU TOO😭

[burningablaze]

Shinsou x Kaminari - Sleepy Shinsou vs… KTT?

Summary: Shinsou always had been having trouble sleeping and can’t seem to find a way to get himself to sleep especially if his neck is full of hero work stuff. Now it’s up to Kaminari to figure out a solution

Lee: Shinsou

Ler: Kaminari

Words: 1,490

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Shinsou could barely get any sleep. No matter what he did – warm milk, sleeping pills, meditation, listening to calming music - nothing was working. He would rarely get more than a few nights of good sleep, but all the other times had been hell to try. Ever since Shinsou had switched to the hero course, he was feeling so frustrated and exhausted that he decided to seek out help from his boyfriend, Kaminari.

Kaminari knocked on Shinsou’s door and let himself into his room. “Hey, how’s my purple-haired boyfriend doing?” He smiled widely. Shinsou was sitting on his bed, looking through a textbook with absolute tiresome eyes. He looked up at Kaminari and sighed heavily.

“Kaminari, I’m not in the mood for whatever you have planned.” He said. Kaminari slammed his hand over his heart and gasped dramatically. “Whatever do you mean?!”

Shinsou rolled his eyes. “I meant if your planning on pranking me or try to play rough on me. I’m too tired for that right now.”

Kaminari stepped closer to the bed and ruffled Shinsou’s hair. He smiled softly. “That’s not why I’m here. I’m just here to see how you’re doing. You look like you’ve been studying for ages. Do you want some help?”

Shinsou smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I just need a break.” He closed his book and set it aside. Kaminari smiled and plopped down next to him on the bed.

“Well then, let’s have a break together. How about a movie night? I can make us some ramen real quick and have a mini-marathon.” Kaminari grinned, happy to have cheered up his boyfriend.

Shinsou smiled. “That’s very sweet, D, but I can’t,” He covered his mouth to let out a yawn, “But I have to study for the hero course.” Kaminari raised his eyebrow. “On an almost late Saturday night?” “Well, it’s not like I could sleep anyway; I… what did you say?”

Before letting Kaminari answer, Shinsou quickly got off his bed and checked his clock, then drew open the curtains. It was completely dark outside. “Uh, Shinsou?” Kaminari asked. “Crap, I’ve been studying for that long?” Shinsou asked himself.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh. “I should call it a night. I can finish studying tomorrow.” Kaminari watched Shinsou sit back on the bed, defeated. “It’s alright. You can take a break,” He said. “You’ve been working really hard, and you deserve some rest.” Shinsou smiled gratefully and nodded.

“Thanks, Kaminari. I’m gonna take a break. Maybe I’ll hit the showers.” He got up and stretched his arms, yawning. Kaminari smiled and nodded. Shinsou started packing his books away and placed them on his desk. “Good idea, you go enjoy those showers. I’ll be right here.”

Shinsou smiled and gave Kaminari a kiss before leaving. As he made his way to the showers, he couldn’t help but feel relieved. He needed the break, and he was thankful for Kaminari’s understanding.

He stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away his tension and fatigue. He allowed himself to relax and just let his mind wander for a while. After a few minutes, he stepped out of the shower and dried off. He felt revitalized, with a renewed sense of energy. He made his way back to his dorm room, feeling more relaxed.

Kaminari smiled at him as he sat down on the bed. “Feeling better?” He asked, running his fingers through Shinsou’s wet hair. “Yeah, thanks,” Shinsou said. “I’m glad I took the break.”

Kaminari smiled. “So, what do you want to do? I know it’s kinda late, and you’re probably tired.”

“Yeah, about that.” Shinsou looked at him, hesitating for a moment. “I have trouble sleeping. I was just so piled with hero course work, and I feel like I don’t get much sleep.”

Kaminari gasped. “I got the perfect solution!” “You do?” Shinsou asked. “Uh, duh! Here, lie down on your stomach.” “Oookay,”

Kaminari straddled Shinsou’s back and started to knead his shoulders. He worked in slow, gentle circles, feeling the tension in Shinsou’s muscles dissipates. “See? This should help you relax and make it easier to sleep tonight,” He said.

Shinsou moaned in pleasure, feeling his body sink into the mattress. “That feels so good,” He said. “How did you know how to do this?”

Kaminari chuckled. “Mina taught me a few times and showed me a couple of things too.” He continued massaging Shinsou's shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath his hands. He could feel Shinsou's body relaxing more and more with each passing minute.

“You have really good hands,” Shinsou murmured, his voice drowsy.

Kaminari laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Thanks,” He said. “I'm glad I could help.” He moved his hands to Shinsou's lower back, applying more pressure and kneading in slow circles. “Is this okay?” He asked.

Shinsou nodded. “Yeah, it's really nice,” He said.

Kaminari smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He continued to massage Shinsou, taking his time and making sure that he was really taking the time to relax and unwind. “Almost done, just one more thing I need to do,” Kaminari said as he started to glide his nails ever so slightly down Shinsou’s back.

Shinsou smiled, and his back formed goosebumps. He shifted his body a little. He arched his back as he chuckled in his throat. Kaminari smirked and kept scratching Shinsou’s back lightly. “Something wrong, Toshi?”

“N-Nothing,” Shinsou shuffled his body and trying so hard to contain his giggles, but the tickly scratches were getting to him.

Kaminari snickered and leaned in, his lips lightly brushing against Shinsou's ear as he whispered, “You know you can't hide it.”

Shinsou felt his face heat up, and he squirmed out of Kaminari’s grip, covering his face in embarrassment. “St-Stop it,” He stammered, unable to keep the laughter from bubbling up in his throat.

“I know there’s a sweet spot riiiight here,” Kaminari gently scratched between Shinsou’s shoulder blades. “Nohohohoho plehehehease! Not my shoulder blahahahades!” Shinsou tried grabbing Kaminari’s wrists, but he couldn’t reach around his back.

“So, you don’t like it when I do this?” Kaminari asked, tickling a little faster. “No, no, no!” Shinsou exclaimed as he squirmed. Kaminari laughed. “You have to admit, Shinsou, this has to be your favorite spot, even though it tickles a lot.”

“Nohohoho, it isn’t! Ahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou smothered his face in his pillow and laughed away. “But your giggles are so cute! The way you squeal and the way you get so flustered~.”

Shinsou couldn’t stop blushing. Kaminari continued tickling Shinsou, watching in amusement as he squirmed and tried to get away. “You’re so easy to tease, Shinsou! It's like you can't help but be ticklish.” Shinsou's face was still buried in his pillow, but Kaminari could hear his laughter and gasps.

“S-Stop it! I’m gonna- Ahahahahaha!” Shinsou hiccuped and laughed, his body shaking uncontrollably. “You're gonna what, huh? I didn’t catch that.” Kaminari teased. Shinsou tried to speak, but his words were muffled in the pillow. Kaminari just laughed and kept tickling him, knowing full well that Shinsou would never be able to get away.

“Nohohohoho! Dehehehenki!” Shinsou tried to roll away, but Kaminari held him firmly in place. “You know you can’t escape me~,” He said. “S-Stop! I give up! Ahahahahahahahahahaha!” Shinsou laughed out loud.

After a few more minutes, he finally stopped and lightly patted Shinsou's back. “All done,” he said. Shinsou breathed heavily with a smile on his face. “Feel better?” “No!” Shinsou said, rolling over to look at him.

“How is tickling me going to help?” Shinsou asked. Kaminari held out his hand with three fingers up. “Three, two, one,”

At the perfect time, Shinsou yawned. Kaminari smiled, “See? Tickling, or something I like to call it, KTT, is a great way to destress and relax. Shinsou smiled, his cheeks still flushed from the laughter. “Yeah, yeah, now get off of me.” He said and pushed Kaminari off his back. Kaminari chuckled.

“Wait, what’s KTT?” Shinsou asked. “Kaminari’s Tickle Tactic. It works on tired boyfriends.” Kaminari laughed afterward. Shinsou shook his head. “You're such a dork.” He said. Kaminari grinned. “But you love me.”

“Maybe a little,” Shinsou admitted, before he leaned forward and kissed Kaminari on the lips.

Kaminari smiled into the kiss, and when they finally pulled away, he said, “Now that’s the kind of reaction I was looking for!” “Shut up!”

Kaminari ran his fingers through Shinsou’s hair, getting him to relax a bit more. “Get some rest, okay?”

Shinsou nodded and closed his eyes, sinking into the mattress and drifting off to sleep. Kaminari watched him for a few moments before turning off the lights and heading back to his own bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the knowledge that he had been able to help Shinsou relax.

[freminism]

Shy

Freminet’s mood hasn’t been the best lately, so he goes to his older brother, expecting the usual list of errands Lyney makes him run, but Lyney has different plans.

Lee!Freminet / Ler!Lyney (platonic/familial)

Freminet’s fingers tapped the window softly as he watched the raindrops trickle down. Nothing made him feel as gloomy as a rain storm did. Usually, when bad memories came back to him, he would busy himself with tasks for his siblings, or spending time with the Tidalga deep down Fontaine’s sea. But it was getting dark, and diving in the dark is dangerous, even for a professional like Freminet, and Lyney and Lynette weren't home yet, probably busy entertaining children somewhere in the Court of Fontaine.

Freminet let out a soft sigh, turning the key on his clockwork penguin, Pers', back. A clicking sound was heard, and soon his little feet began moving upside down. Freminet smiled, and placed his friend down in the window sill before him.

"At least you're here with me, Pers," he said under his breath. Just as he started thinking of ways to upgrade Pers' clockwork system, he heard the front door click. Freminet took Pers back into his lap, and looked at the doorframe to the living area expectantly. Soon, he heard his brother's voice. "I'm home, Fremi! Are you here?"

"I'm here, Lyney," Freminet said, just loud enough for Lyney to hear from the hallway. Although he was bored a moment ago, he immediately missed the peace and quiet from before every time his brother spoke. Don't misunderstand, Freminet loved Lyney lots, it was just hard to get used to the way his voice and energy lit up any room he entered, even after all those years. "Little brother! What a nice surprise, I suspected you'd still be diving around this time," Lyney said, placing his hat on a table.

Freminet didn't say anything, but he shook his head no, opting to staring out the window again. By the way his eyebrows were furrowed in the slightest, and his eyes looked gloomier then usual, Lyney could tell something was bothering his younger brother. His head tilted, and he sat down on the couch next to him. Freminet didn't react to the cushion shifting. Instead, he looked down at his hands, and at Pers. "What's the matter, Fremi? You're not usually this quiet. You'd be telling me all about the otters and the aberrants by now. Is it the rain?" Lyney asked, his voice soft, full with love and care, which is how he usually talked to his little brother.

Freminet shrugged. "I guess. I would've liked to stay out longer today, but it started to rain as soon as I went out to dive. So I stayed in today." Lyney didn't say anything, giving Freminet the space to continue talking, even though he didn't want to. But the silence was worse, so he decided to just be open about his feelings to his brother. "I've been thinking of... the past, as well. It's hard not to when I have nothing else to keep my mind occupated with."

Lyney nodded in understanding. The magician was great at concealing his feelings with his extroverted facade, unlike Freminet. But deep down, he struggled with memories of his past of betrayal as well. "Then we'll have to distract you, won't we? It's no good to dwell on the past, Fremi," Lyney said, back to his usual cheerful self. Freminet looked up at him. "You're gonna give me a task? I'll do it, even though it's raining..."

Lyney chuckled. "I wouldn't send you out into the rain like that, little brother." Freminet's head tilted. "No, Lynette's already getting all the groceries we need for dinner. I have an even better idea!" Freminet jumped when he suddenly felt his brother's hands latch onto his sides, gently. "L-Lyney-!" he called, unable to think of anything to say to change his brother's mind. This hadn't been the first time Lyney had used this method to cheer Freminet's mood up, and though Freminet would never admit it, it usually worked.

"It's been a while since I've seen you smile, Fremi, I think it's about time~!" Lyney sang, teasing by tapping his fingers against his little brother's sides repeatedly. This made Freminet squirm, nervous shivers running through his body. "You don't have to, Lyney, I f-feel fine!" he protested, trying his absolute hardest to keep his facial expression stoic, but failing when Lyney pushed him against the side of the couch and poked his stomach a few times. A slight smile crept up on his face, and he quickly snatched a pillow to hide his face into. Lyney laughed. Whether it be a pillow, his hands, or Pers, Freminet would always find a way to hide his face from Lyney's eyes. "P-Please..", Freminet said, his voice shaky from held back giggles.

"If anything, you were asking for it Fremi, looking so sad, staring out the window like that... I couldn't just not tickle you!" As soon as Lyney said that, his fingers started spidering all over Freminet's tummy. Soon, giggles were heard from behind the pillow, and Freminet squirmed underneath Lyney. His hands determinedly stayed on the pillow covering his face. "Cut it ohohout Lynehehey!" Freminet said through his giggles. "Cut it out? But I've only just started! After all, I still haven't seen your smile Fremi! Maybe I should tickle you some more, hm?"

"Nohohohoo~!"

Lyney chuckled. Ignoring his little brother's pleas, his hands moved to Freminet's sides, where they squeezed over and over again until the diver's body was moving side to side, trying and failing to avoid the magician's fingers. At this point, Freminet's arms started twitching, his body telling him to push his brother away or cover his waist with his arms, while his mind was telling him to keep the pillow in place. Just thinking about his brother indulging in the look on Freminet's face while he was being tickled to death made his cheeks turn as pink as a marcotte flower. Lyney noticed this of course, as he had every other time Freminet needed cheering up in this way. He knew exactly how to make the boy give in, and he would get to it eventually. First, he just wanted him to have fun.

"Come on Fremi, show me that pretty smile of yours~" Lyney plead, momentarily reducing his tickling to occasional pokes to Freminet's sides. "N-Never, it's too embarassing..." the diver stammered, slightly peeking over the pillow to look at his brother. His disheveled made Lyney laugh softly. "Alright then, I guess I'll have to change it up once again..."

"Cohohom on!" Freminet giggled, even though Lyney hadn't really started yet, he knew exactly what was coming. Lyney simply smirked as his hands moved up to Freminet's ribs, all ten of his fingers digging in, prodding and poking and counting every single rib.

"L-Lynehehey I- Pleahahase!" Freminet laughed, his arms shaking now. His body twisted, doing anything he could to keep the tickly sensations to a minimum, but it was no use. "What will you do, Fremi~? I'm not gonna stop!" Lyney sang.

It didn't take very long for Freminet to give in. He had good endurance, but when Lyney attacked one of his worst spots like that... There was no way he would've been able to hold his arms up for any longer. His hands flailed, trying to protect his own body and trying to push Lyney's hands away both at once. His squirming soon made the pillow fall off his face, revealing a bright smile, accompanied by a fuly pink face, slight tears dwelling up in the corners of Freminet's eyes. "I f-feel behehetter! Please, enohohough!" Freminet begged through his laughs. Lyney couldn't help but smile himself as well. It felt amazing seeing his little brother laugh and smile again, so much that he almost forgot he had completed his goal of seeing Freminet smile and kept tickling him for a bit longer than necessary. He stopped before Freminet would actually cry from being tickled too much, though the diver wouldn't stop giggling for a minute or two after.

"T-that.. was so.. unnecessary!" Freminet complained, glaring at his brother. Lyney laughed. "No need to hide your true feelings, Fremi, I've known you long enough to know you loved it~" Lyney winked, gently combed his fingers through Freminet's hair for a second to undo the mess the squirming made. Freminet blushed, not saying a thing, though he tried to hide a small smile behind his hand. Soon the front door clicked again, and Lynette's voice was heard through the house. Lyney left the living room to make dinner, and Freminet looked down at Pers, who was lying abandoned on the living room floor.

"Sorry, Pers..."

a/n: let's pretend i didn't disappear for months <3 anyways LEE!FREMINET!! i got lyney a few days ago and i got freminet today! i'm so happy, they are both so cute and i'm so weak for ler!lyney (tho lee!lyney is adorable as well). fontaine is so pretty and amazing and i love the archon quest so far. please let me know your headcanons if you have any!!

p.s. i didn't proofread and im using a new keyboard so please forgive me for any spelling mistakes but feel free to point them out

[switchyglitch]

Your New Work Watch

Summary: Skitters is getting restless on a day where you seem to be doing nothing but work. He needs some fun, and he can tell that you're depriving yourself of a much needed break, so he decides to help.

Word Count: 466

Note: Found myself in the perfect storm of ler mood and inspiration this morning and wrote up this little Skitters fic. This is the Skitters energy I've been needing lately, and a good reminder to take a break when you need one, you deserve a rest now and then 💜

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It's been an insanely busy day, you've spread yourself thin working on a project that seems to be taking forever to finish, and it's been a while since you've let yourself have a break. Skitters has been waiting to play with you, but also he's felt bad that you seem so stressed.

You look down to the increasingly impatient bot boy. "Sorry buddy, I can't take a break yet, I still have so much I have to do." What follows is a long robotic whine, but you go to return to work anyways. He pouts for a moment, flopping on the ground dramatically, but then he has an idea.

Back at your cluttered desk, you're about to continue, when suddenly you feel Skitters on your shoulder. He hops down and latches onto the wrist of your dominant hand, four of his legs wrapped around it, securing him snugly. His back two legs however extend and snake their way up your arm and into your sleeve to who knows where. A mildly frustrated sigh passes your lips.

"Skitters, what's this? What are you doing?"

He doesn't make a noise.

"Buddy, I told you I don’t have time to play, get off." You shake your arm in a lazy attempt to loosen his grip, but he holds tight and refuses to reply, not a single beep.

"Ugh, fine, stay there all you want. I'll just keep working." The next thing you need to continue is right there on your desk in front of you, but just as you reach to pick it up you feel a poking at your sides. Your hand instinctively retracts, and the poking stops. After a moment you process that it was Skitters' back two legs. A second attempt to reach out to your desk leads to a similar result, but this time you feel a vibration under your arms, causing you to knock over a few things.

You keep trying to grab things so you can continue your work, but every attempt is seen by Skitters and leads to more pokes and vibrations. Even grabbing something as simple as a pen has you feeling feathers brushing your sides. Soon you're a squirming giggling mess in your chair, refusing to let go of one of your papers, Skitters refusing to stop until you do. Eventually the lee mood takes over and you give in, dropping the paper.

After a few seconds of composing yourself, you tap Skitters so he'll turn around to look at you. "Okay, you win, you little dork. I guess I do need a break, honestly I am exhausted. Think you could keep helping me relax?" Skitters looks pleased, retracting his back legs and hopping onto your belly in a cuddly tickly hug, happy he could finally get through to you.

[radation]

Can you do ler!venner + lee!velvet and put her in a real bad lee mood, having to admitting she wants to be tickled and to tickle her.

FREAKING YESS!!! IDK IF IM THE FIRST TO MAKE A FIC ABT VELVET AND VENEER BUT YESSS!!!!!

Tickly day for vel.

It was a normal day in mount rageous, the twins had an interview they were expecting in a few days time so they were warming up. Veneer was in his room, talking to himself about what the interviewer could ask and what he could respond with.

However, velvet was on her bed, trying her best to concentrate but just couldn’t get the feeling of wanting to be tickled out of her head, making her blush. Velvet sometimes hated to be tickled but she did have occasions where she did want them, she was on her bed huffing and puffing.

“Come on velvet! Focus! Now, the interviewer could say something like “what are your goals after becoming famous popstars” and I could say “oh well we….we uhm…ugh! Come on velvet!”

she spent like 2 hours trying to get her crap together but no matter what, she couldn’t shake the whole “wanting to be tickled” thing. So she had no choice but to go to her brother.

she opened the door to find her brother pacing around the room talking to himself.

Veneer: yes, I do have a jetpack but it’s- oh hey velvet!

*he greeted her with a smile*

Velvet: h-hey, *she waved awkwardly as the blush on her face grew*

*a moment of silence was casted upon them*

Veneer: you okay?-

Velvet: oh yeah I’m great! Totally fine! A-are you? *she sat on his bed with an awkward smile*

*he sighed and sat next to her*

Veneer: are you sure you’re okay sis…? You know can tell me about anything right?

That comment made her even more flustered, she sighed, she wanted to tell her brother but couldnt bring herself to do it.

Velvet: yeah well uhm…can you…

Veneer: hm? *he smiled softly*

Velvet: can you…c-call crimp yeah call crimp!

Veneer: uhh…she’s on her holiday?

Velvet: right…

Veneer: velvet, what’s really going on? You know I’ll never judge you. *he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring look*

Velvet: uhm…can you do…that one thing?

Veneer: w-what thing…? *he gave her a puzzled look*

Velvet: ugh! Like… *her face got even more red* like you know! *she wiggles her fingers* that!

Veneer: vel, how on mount rageous am I supposed to know what this *he mocked her as he said the word “this”* is??

Velvet:…right…*her face flushed* well veneer, do you know how siblings bond?

Veneer: oh yeah! They can bond in many ways! Hanging out, playing, wrestling, teasing, tickling-

Velvet: THAT! *she pointed*

*veneer jumped*

Veneer: what…?

Velvet: sorry, that what you just said.

Veneer: tickling?

Velvet: *her face flushed* mhm, that.

*veneer seemed puzzled*

Veneer: what about tickling?

Velvet: can you….uhm…can you…do…ugh! *she buried her face* never mind.

*veneer took a second to realize*

Veneer: ohhhh!!! *he smirked* oh velvet, my dear sister, enlighten me, what is it do you wish for.

*velvet knows that when veneer starts speaking Shakespeare that means he is teasing her*

Velvet: veneer I swear!

Veneer: oh no, if you want me to tickle you, admit it.

Velvet: *her face is blushing really hard* but you know I can’t and what I want!!

Veneer: i know you can and i know I do, but Ofcourse, you have to admit it so I can be sure~

Velvet: veneer!

Veneer: velvet~

Velvet: ugh I hate you!

Veneer: aw come on! Just say it~

Velvet: veneer! *she whined*

Veneer: come on~ otherwise no tickling.

Velvet: ugh…can you…

*veneer watched with a smirk*

Velvet: can you….t-t…ti…ckle…me… *she mumbled*

Veneer: can’t hear ya. *he placed his hand on her his ear*

Velvet: ugh! Can you…

*veneer waited with a smug look on his face*

Velvet: tickle…me…

Veneer: there it is! Come here. *he giggled and pulled her close and began tickling her stomach*

*velvet yelped and tried her best not to squirm too much*

Velvet: veheneher!

Veneer: hm? This is what you wanted isn’t it?~

Velvet: yehehah buhut

Veneer: so shush. *he chuckled and kept tickling her stomach*

Velvet: *squeal* BAHAHAHAH! VEHENEHEHR!!!

*veneer began massaging her hips*

Veneer: what?! I’m just massaging! *he giggled as he spoke*

*velvet began thrashing around squirmed*

Velvet: YOHOU KNOHOW WHAHAT YOHOHURE DOHOIHING!!

Veneer: oh shut up vel! You like it and that’s that. *he teased with a smirk*

Velvet: NOHOHO VEHENEHEHR!! HAHAHH!

*she laughed and squirmed on the bed, veneer quickly pinned her and used his free hand to tickle her armpits, ripping a squeal out of her*

Velvet: NOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAH! VHENEHR! IHI- HAHAHHA! *she tried to enjoy it but since it was a sensitive spot for her, she couldn’t help but try her best to lower her arms*

Veneer: there we go! Now we are getting all the spots, aye vel?~

Velvet: SHUHUT UHUP!!

Veneer: oh but you like this hm?~

*velvet just kept laughing and tried her best not to squirm, she didn’t wanna admit it just yet but she really was enjoying it*

*veneer let her go but straddled her and sat on her thighs*

Veneer: now let’s see if your sides want a little tickle as well hm vel? *he raised his eyebrow with a smirk and began massaging and tickling her sides*

Velvet: *squeal* vehenehher! HaheHAHAH!!

Veneer: that’s my name~

*he noticed she was trying everything to not push him away, he smiled softly and just kept up his act*

Velvet: it tiihicklehes!!! Hehahahah!

Veneer: well I hope it does? *he chuckled, he let go of her and began tickling her thighs*

Veneer: I know I did your hips but we can’t forget these sensitive guys right here~

Velvet: Eep! Vehenehehr! EhhaHAHAHAH! StohoOHOHOP! *both velvet and veneer knew that was a lie*

Veneer: nah, I’ll keep going, these little thighs won’t tickle themselves you know? *he chuckled and kept it up*

If you did not know, velvet’s face was so red that if someone didn’t know the context of the situation, they would’ve mistaken her for a cherry.

*veneer smirked*

Veneer: you sure seem pretty red vel, you okay? *he teased and without warning, dug his fingers behind her knees and tickled her all over and around her knees*

Velvet: *yelp* venHEHEHR! NohoOHOT therHHEHEHRE!! *soon tears began to form in her eyes from laughter*

Veneer: not where? Oh not here? Hmm…nah, I’m good here thanks. *he kept it up, he had a good grip while velvet kicked, she really hated how she tried to stop him even though she wants this*

Veneer: oh let’s not forget about this little place right…. *he wrapped his arm around her ankles and began tickling her feet using his free hand* here!

*velvet screamed*

Velvet: VEHENEHEHR! NOHOHOHO!! *she squirmed as her clenched her fist and hit the bed*

Veneer: veneer yes~

*velvet’s face just got redder by every tease he could give*

Velvet: EHEHNOOHOUHGH! STOHOHOP!!

Veneer: but whyyyyy???~

Velvet: STAHAHHAP! IHIH BAHAHAHAHAH!!!

Veneer: hmm…no.

Velvet: PLEHAHAHSE!! *she tapped him to let him know she has had enough*

*he giggled and let her go*

Veneer: oh one more thing!

Velvet: *she panted* h-huh…?

*he blew a raspberry on her stomach*

*velvet screamed hard*

Velvet: NOHOHO!! VEHE-HAHAHHAAHHA!

*velvet threw her head back laughing as she arched her back and tried to push his head away, soon going into a silent laughter, now she really had enough. Veneer quickly stopped and giggled*

Velvet: oh god….that was….unnecessary!

Veneer: but it was worth it. *he smirked and rubbed her stomach to get rid of those ghostly tickles*

*soon velvet managed to compose herself, she had a small tint of pink on her cheeks as she gained control of her breathing and adjusted herself*

Velvet: veneer…?

Veneer: yeah sis?

Velvet: thank you, I know I can be a bit bossy at times but…I really do love you and I wouldn’t switch you for any other brother in the world, I’m so glad we don’t judge each other and we are always there for each other, and we always will be. *she smiled softly and hugged her brother*

*veneer smiled softly and hugged his sister*

Veneer: I love you vel.

Velvet: I love you too ven.

~the end~

Hope yall enjoyed! I know I really enjoyed making this, I had to like take breaks because even the teasing made me like wigekquabdgwk.

[shoto-chann]

Izuku’s Lee Mood

My Hero Academia

Lee:

Ler:

Summary: Izuku can't help but find himself in one of his love/hate moods: a lee mood! How will he ever deal with this lovely curse all day?

*Warning: Contains small amounts of swearing

Izuku Midoriya woke up today in a lee mood. He knew it right away the moment he woke up. He couldn't stop giggling no matter what he did. "Dahahamn ihit! Whyhy tohodahahay of ahahall dahahahays?!" Izuku said as he got up to get ready for class. He loved/hated when he was in a lee mood. Ever since he was a kid, he's always had random lee mood days when he wanted someone to tickle him crazy. He assumed he grew out of it after attending UA, but he was proven dead wrong today. He didn't know how to handle this. He could never bring this up to his friends. They tease him about his ticklishness already. If he were to admit something like this to them...but then again, if his friends did know about his lee mood, then he could get wrecked with tickles, his favorite activity. "Ugh, stop it, Deku! You're an adult now, stop acting likena child!" Izuku managed to say before leaving for class.

Izuku wished he had stayed in his room. The day has been one close call after the other. First, after one of Aizawa's lectures, Uraraka and Iida walked up to Deku. "Hey, Deku! Iida and I have a question for you!" Uraraka said as she lightly tapped Deku's shoulder. Izuku’s brain interpreted this to scream like a girl and almost laugh. Both Uraraka and Iida were taken aback by this sudden action. "Midoriya, are you okay?" Iida asked. "Yesimtotallyfineokaygottagobye!" Midoriya said quickly as he left in a hurry. Both of them were left in shock.

Next, during lunch Deku was talking with Todoroki. "I heard that our next lesson's gonna focus on combat training against people who put us at a disadvantage" Midoriya said. "Interesting. I wonder who I would be put up against. Hunter outmatches me in power and abilities. Yaoyorozu can create weapons and defense to counter my ice. Your Quirk allows you to outmaneuver me. There's also Bakugo, with his insane agility and raw power" Todoroki answered back. During their conversation, Kirishima accidentally bumped into Deku. His brain, once again, interpreted this to scream and giggle. "Midoribro, you good, man? That was-" "Yeahimtotallyfinenothingtoworryaboutkirishimaokaygottagobye!" Midoriya once again ran out, leaving his friends confused once again. "What's wrong with Midoriya? He's been acting more awkward than usual" Todoroki asked, to which Kirishima shrugged.

What really made the day a lot more embarrassing was combat training. Midoriya was put against Hunter, who was playing a villain in this scenario: Midoriya was attempting to save a hostage (Mirio) from a villain who outmatched him and had to find a way to get the hostage to safety. During their combat training, Deku's sparring game way totally off, not just because Hunter had better versatility and combat ability, but Deku's lee mood was slowing him down, and it was showing. Usually, Midoriya had no problem fighting against Hunter and won five times out of ten, but he had to concentrate on not breaking down laughing while also keeping Hunter away from the hostage at the same time. Not an easy task for the One for All wielder. Toward the end of the training, Hunter slid in on ice and pushed Deku back with wind. He then caught Deku with a new move he made: lighting ropes, tying Deku up in midair. Deku struggled to get out, but he couldn't help but get that feeling again. His body was tingly all over and he couldn't help but laugh. Hunter, still playing the villain, smirked and decided to mess with the hero for a bit. "Looks like I caught me a hero. Let's see if I can make this hero talk" Hunter walked up to Deku with his shit eating grin and chuckled. "Let's see if you know anything useful, little hero" Hunter poked Deku's chest, and in return he got a full on screech laugh. Deku's screech laugh was so sudden and loud, Hunter jumped back and lost his grip on the rope, too shocked by what happened just now. Everyone else in the class just looked at Deku like he was crazy, including Aizawa. Deku just turned red on embarrassment and stayed quiet the rest of the day.

Once the day was over, Izuku immediately went to his room and plopped on his bed. "Damn it, Izuku. What is wrong with you? You shouldn't be like this. You completely embarrassed yourself today!" Deku groaned as he buried his face in his pillow. Just then, he heard a knock on the door. He decided to stay quiet, not ready to face anyone after today. The door opened slightly, and Shoji walked in. "Hey, Midoriya. May I come in?" Shoji asked. Deku didn't respond, but he didn't say no. Shoji sat down next to him and looked at him. "What's up with you today? You've been jumpy and very weird all day." Deku didn't want to answer. "Come on, Midoriya. I'm worried about you. You're not acting like yourself. Well, you are, but not in a normal sense. You get what I mean?" Deku just sighed and sat up straight to look Shoji in the eye. "It's...complicated," Deku finally said after a moment a silence. "Complicated?" "Yeah. I...I don't know how to explain it." "Well, take it slow. Try to describe what's wrong slowly. Start from when you woke up." Deku thought about this for a moment, afraid but excited to tell Shoji. "Well...I woke up today feeling...strange. It was like..." Deku had to hold back a powerful giggle in order to not embarrass himself...but he also wanted to giggle to give away to Shoji what was wrong. Aaah, this was so confusing for Deku!

Shoji noticed Midoriya trembling slightly, as if holding something back. A sneeze maybe? A cough? Or maybe...

"Midoriya, can I try something?" Shoji asked. The question took the young hero in green off guard. "Uh...sure?" "Okay. Lay down please" Delu did as he was told reluctantly. He was a bit confused but also excited to see what would happen. Was it possible Shoji knew? No, he couldn't know. Deku has never told anyone about this. The only one who knew about his lee mood was Bakugo, but even he would never openly admit something like that to anyone because of how ridiculous it is. "First, do you want me to do what I'm going to do?" Shoji asked. "What?" "Do you consent to what I'm going to do?" What are you going to do, Shoji?" "You'll see, if you consent" "Uhum...I guess I consehent-" And just like that, Izuku couldn't hold back his giggles any longer and just burst out giggling.

It was mainly Shoji's fault. It was he who started tickling Izuku’s sides the second he consented. "WAHAHAHAHA! Shohojihihi!" "So, I was right. You do have it" Shoji tickled Deku's sides a little faster, making Deku squirm violently. "SHOHOHOJIHIHI!" Deku screamed. But...this is what he wanted. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to run. He wanted to stay and let Shoji wreck him.

It seemed Shoji understood what Midoriya wanted because what he said completely shocked him. "You've been having a lee mood, haven't you?" Midoriya only laughed loudly at that, confirming Shoji's guess. "No wonder you've been jumpy at touch. You just wanted a little attention." Shoji decided to switch it up. He grew six other arms and looked at Deku with an evil smirk (not like he could even see the smirk, but Deku could just feel Shoji smirking at him). "Well, I know exactly how to solve your problem" "HOHOHOW?!" "How else, Leezuku?" Shoji teased as he went absolutely ham on Deku, tickling every inch of his tickle spots without rest. Deku, being the energetically ticklish baby he is, screamed bloody murder and laughed so loud the window in his room broke. He couldn't help but wiggle and giggle like he's never done before, but he never tried to escape. He was in heaven! He loved Shoji's fingers wiggling in the hollows of his armpits. He loved the way his fingers traced his ribs and his small belly button slowly. The way his fingers danced all around his knees, teasing him more and more as he got closer and closer to his death spot. Shoji was also having some fun, wrecking Midoriya like this. "Having fun, Leezuku?" "YEHEHEHEHES!" "Good" Shoji said as he stopped. Izuku, although still dying like a hyena, noticed that Shoji stopped and started complaining. "Whyhy dihid you stohohohop?" "Because you're having fun" "Buhuhut thahat's not fahahair!" "Sorry, Midoriya. That's just how it is" "NOHOHO! Plehehease keheheep gohoing!" Deku begged. Shoji's ears perked up hearing this. "Come again?" "I wahahant mohohohore! Mohohore more mohore!" Deku laughed while complaining and whining like a brat. Shoji chuckled. "I don't think you do" Deku whined even more. "Oh...it seems the little brat doesn't like to be told no" Deku kicked Shoji's leg in retaliation. "That's it, you brat" Shoji scooped Izuku in his arms and went to town on his hips, squeezing and scribbling them. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"Midoriya quickly started crying from laughing so hard, his squirming and wiggling never letting up. Yet he still intentionally opened up his other tickle spots for Shoji to attack, and Shoji obliged. Both of them started laughing as time passed on and on.

Twenty minutes later, Deku had enough and called it quits, but Shoji continued to tickle him to ensure that all of his lee energy had left his body, which took another ten minutes. Once Izuku calmed down enough after the tickling, Shoji sat down on the bed with him. "Is that better, Midoriya?" "Yeah...thanks..." Deku answered. "How did...you know-" "You're not the only one I've met with a lee mood." "No?" "No. You'd be surprised by how many of our friends here have lee moods." Like who, Shoji?" Shoji sat and thought for a bit. "Well, Ojiro has a lee mood and comes to me every time. Then there's Kaminari, Uraraka, Ashido, Koda, Kirishima, Tsu, Hunter... I can name more if you'd like" "Wow. So many of our friends have lee moods too...I thought-" "You were the only one? Not even close" "...And what about you, Shoji? Do you have a lee mood too?" Shoji didn't answer and looked up for a moment. Midoriya could've sworn Shoji was embarrassed because of his small blush. "You must be tired after all of that" Shoji said. Midoriya wanted to protest that he didn't, but he yawned in response. "You're right" Deku said. Shoji chuckled and ruffled Deku's hair. "Okay, I'll leave you be. Get some rest, but remember that you have homework to do" Deku nodded. "And remember, anytime you have one of those days again, just come to me, and I will help you. Okay?" Deku nodded again. Shoji got up and left the room, leaving Deku to sleep. As Midoriya drifted off to sleep, he felt much more at peace knowing that Shoji was here to help him with his lee mood. He would have to thank Shoji properly later once he was awake...

And after he buys a new window for his room. Oh boy, Aizawa's not gonna be happy with this one.

The End

I hope you enjoyed reading my first fic of 2024. I can't wait to put out more stories for everyone. If you made it to the end, here's a little teaser for the next story coming soon:

🗡 🌊 🗡 🔥 🩸

If anyone can guess which characters and what fandom I'll be using for the next story (besides the lovely person who requested this story), they will get a free tickle monster character created by yours truly. Good luck to you all.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

[hunting4fluff]

Reflex Training

HEY! I'M BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER (maybe) I started college so it came out a little slower but it's also a little longer but who cares here we gooooooo (also I added a single Spanish word in here Idk why it just felt right in the moment)

Lee Reader

Ler Miguel

Miguel/Reader or Miguel + reader (/r or /p is up for reader interpretation) 1694 word count

You would never expect Miguel to be such a physical person.

It would make sense most in combat, when all you really can do is grapple and punch, - Weaponry for you, as many other spiderpeople, was out of the question - however when it came to Miguel, you assumed he would leave touch to fighting.

It wasn't a bad thing, by any metric. It was admittedly nice to get a hand on your shoulder, letting you know his reassurance was available or the occasional flat palmed rub on your upper back when you were noticeably overwhelmed.

Today, however, left a little bit more physical touch than what you were used to.

Miguel had been praising your abilities. Your constitution was 'fairly admirable' your intelligence was 'something to be proud of…' etc. etc. But he hadn't neglected to point out your weaknesses in order to improve. Calling in today was reflex training.

Miguel had prepared a list of possible reasons why your reflexes might be off, ranging from least probable to most probable.

"Spider sense deterioration. Unlikely, though. Older spiderfolks tend to struggle with that and at that point they've already retired."

"Got it." You nodded your head as you listen intently for a cause. Miguel was anything, if not thorough.

"Mental health issues such as chronic anxiety and depression. You had listed last week that you were experiencing little to no symptoms on our new check-in."

"Still accurate." You affirm, noting the slight huff of irritation in his voice. He hadn't originally been planning on conducting mental health surveys- he knew everyone in this society experienced traumatic events and therefore had symptoms surrounding it -but after he had "Spider Therapist", Lyla and Peter all come forth with the not-so-flexible-suggestion, he wasn't exactly going to argue on the matter.

Nonetheless, you had been doing pretty well these past couple weeks. Taking a couple self care days to relax and allow yourself to enjoy things.

"Attention span difficulties." Miguel listed next.

"Attention span has been fine recently." You shrugged. Miguel quirked a brow, giving a half-heartedly disbelieving look. You smiled back and Miguel continued on the list.

"Then last but not least, inconsistent training. Have you been slacking in the training room?"

You opened your mouth to refute but hesitated. The mental health days didn't really count, you didn't think. They were rare and barely ever affected your work. However, you had been focusing more on strength training recently…

Miguel looked you over in your hesitation, a small huff of a chuckle springing from his chest.

"I'll put down 'yes' then…" He shook his head, an amused smirk quirking the corner of his lips as he pulled up a screen and started to type the information in. You shot Miguel a glare, in which he returned your glance with another snicker.

"Tell you what, we can work on it together today, alright?" He offered. It took you by surprise- Miguel never worked personally with any of the other Spider-people. It felt… special. You shrugged your shoulders, attempting to seem more nonchalant than how you actually felt, and nodded your head.

"Sounds good, I guess." Was that too relaxed? Miguel sure seemed to think so.

"What? You're not excited to work one on one? And here I thought we had a good thing goin'." Miguel teased. You rolled your eyes and giggled, crossing your arms as you grinned at Miguel.

"No, no- it sounds very exciting-"

"Ah, now you're just trying to make me feel better!" Miguel waved his hand dismissively, laughing. He was in a pretty good mood today and it was certainly a welcome change.

"C'mon, let's just go do that training thing, alright?" You laughed with him, starting to walk towards the training room. He joined your pace by your second stride, shaking his head again.

"I make the rules around here, contestón."

His taller figure allowed him a further stride, forcing you to jog to keep up with him. Making it to the training room, he opened the door to one of the simulation rooms.

The room was about 380 square feet, panels on the floors and walls used to project images of villains and obstacles that you might need to avoid or utilize in a fight. Typically this room simulated an average living room, even going so far as to materialize furniture to set the scene. Often times, Miguel encouraged this room's use for fighting robbers and inexperienced villains for those starting off, which almost made you feel insulted that he would bring you in here.

The furniture of a living room formed, it's technology akin to Miguel's suit as you would have noticed. Miguel had explained the science behind it before in one of his sleep deprived rants, but you also had been too tired to listen.

You noted the lack of a target in the room, scanning around to find only you and Miguel standing in the scene.

"You're going to be sparring with me." Miguel answered the question budding at your lips, only to provoke a new question.

"But your claws… and you're way bigger than me…" You nervously protested. In all honesty, while his claws were pretty scary, that wasn't your biggest concern. Fighting Miguel meant having to hurt him, and that wasn't something you were willing to do.

"You've fought worse, I'm sure of it." He brushed off the notion, starting to position himself from the opposite side of the couch. "And if you're really worried about my 'claws', then I can avoid using them. I'm not trying to kill you."

You were still hesitant, but the second you moved to comply, Miguel leapt at you. You dodged out of the way, just in the nick of time to feel his pinkie finger brush against your upper arm. The way you pulled out of the way, led you into a somersault and by the time you steadied yourself, Miguel was darting at you again. He reached to grab you as you jumped to the ceiling, just barely grazing your hip and causing a strangled squeak to jump from your throat.

Miguel seemed to hesitate, processing why you make such a noise, giving you more than enough time to leap back at him and tackle him to the ground. You struggled to grapple him, grabbing his wrists before he pulled both yours and his arms apart, twisting his wrist just right as to pull it from your grip.

You were screwed.

He quickly darted his hand towards you, shifting his weight to pin you as his hand clutched- your side?

Before you could question his choice of hand placement, you saw that smug grin on his face and knew you were double screwed. His fingers slowly dragged up your side, causing you to twitch and try to arch away from the touch.

Flustered blush rose to your cheeks, heating up your face once you realized how detail oriented Miguel was.

"You know, I was thinking of adding a penalty to inadequate training sessions. You think this will work fine?"

Miguel's teasing only made it harder to try and at least seem unbothered. You felt a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you yanked at Miguel's hands, your head rolling back as you whined in protest. Verbal protest could mean laughing. You weren't going to be so easy.

"Oh, am I getting the silent treatment? There's a good way to fix that." Miguel moved his fingers towards your ribs, shooting sparks through your skin. He tapped on each individual rib, slow and teasing. Every movement was methodical and well thought out. He was anything if not thorough.

Each light creeping touch built more and more giggles bubbling up in your chest, a full grin spreading across your face as you squirmed. It would be a lie to say this wasn't a little fun. Miguel was grinning down at you, shifting to grab your wrist and holding it above your head. A small giggle slipped out before the entire dam broke, and he wasn't even touching you yet. He wiggled his fingers teasingly above your armpit, relishing in every reaction you made.

"Miguel!" You yelped out, arching away from the impending fingers.

"What? You failed reflex training and now you're gonna learn to get better!" He laughed, a devilish glint lighting up in his eyes. Suddenly, five, firm claws grazed just below your underarm coaxing a scream laugh from you. You weren't expecting his claws, much less for them to tickle so bad. You cackled and writhed, hearing Miguel's laughter mix in with yours.

"YOU SAHAID YOU WOULDN'T-" You were cut off by your own laughter, shrieking as they quickly scritched down to your side and slowly dragged up back to your ribs.

"Wouldn't use my claws? For training I wouldn't. Like I said, I'm not trying to kill you." He chuckled, speeding up the slow scritches to quick scribbles.

It felt like tingly fireworks were shooting through your ribs, causing you to cackle and screech.

"YOU'RE KILLING MEHEHE ANY-" Before you could finish your sentence, a loud squeal followed by a gasp interrupted as you started to thrash.

He slowed his touch to light tracing up and down your sides after a few moments to allow you to catch your breath, giggles still hitching in your throat before you started to calm down a little bit.

Finally he stopped, releasing your wrists as you coiled in on yourself. You caught your beath and laid there for a few moments, residual giggles slipping out here and there. He reached over and brushed some hair out of your face, laughing before he pulled you closer with one arm.

"You good?" He asked, the smug smile never leaving. You nodded your head, still smiling as you leaned into him.

"You didn't end up killing me, so that's nice." You retorted, earning one more bark of laughter from Miguel.

"Hey- it's motivation. Anyways, let's get you some water. I think we worked out your abs more than your reflexes." He joked, standing up and holding a hand out for you to grab.

Reflex training might not be so bad after all.

[gaybananabread]

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~Ehehehe the brain maggots won and I can’t say I’m upset by it (＾⩌＾). I’ve binged this show enough times to be put into all kinds of moods by these men, so I might as well write out my feelings. This is set right after S1 Ep. 7, so if you haven’t watched up to there, expect some spoilers! For anyone else who has pirate-based thought goblins, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Edward

Ler: Stede

Summary: Stede goes on a small rant about what happened on their latest adventure, though Edward isn’t fully listening. When he notices this, he calls the man out, but is met with a rather fascinating reaction.

Warnings: mild Our Flag Means Death spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Bobbing with the current, the Revenge drifted peacefully through the sea. Most of the crew was on-deck, chatting and messing around in their moment of peace. However, in the captain’s quarters, two men relaxed, one info-dumping while the other thumbed through random numbers of Stede’s vast collection of novels.

“And did you see that bird’s nest? They had to be Snowy Plovers, no question. Oh, I wish Lucius had brought his sketching journal.”  Stede sighed dreamily, slowly pacing around the room as he spoke. 

Ed hummed, not looking up from the copy of Hansel and Grettle. Stede had allowed him to browse whatever he wanted in the library, though he rarely read anything cover-to-cover. The blonde man continued, not yet noticing his companion’s lack of attention.

“There were so many interesting creatures on that island! I mean, the orange was the real treasure in it all, but I do so enjoy exploring nature when we travel.” Turning on his heel, he spun to face the bearded man once again. “What do you think, Ed?” 

“Uh-huh, yeah. Good, uh, land and shit,” Edward half-heartedly replied, flipping a few more pages into the book. That’s when Stede finally noticed that he wasn’t really listening.

“Edward!” The pirate jolted, shutting the book and actually meeting Stede’s eyes. “You weren’t even listening to me, were you?” Stede huffed, crossing his arms with an almost adorable pout.

“Uh…kinda? I mean, I heard the bit about the birds…” Ed mumbled most of his response, looking away. Yeah, he’d only heard a few words of the other man’s spiel. “Fuckin’, uh…book was distracting.”

With a huff, Stede sat down beside him, picking up the book. “I’m glad you’re interested in literature, but I was talking. It’s a bit rude to ignore people, isn’t it?” While he was a bit annoyed, Stede’s tone was a joking one. He even poked the man’s ribs in a playful manner, though he hadn’t expected Ed’s flinch.

“Damn, did I hurt you?” Stede sounded worried, a profanity even slipping in. He was more panicked than a normal friend should’ve been, though neither commented on it. 

“No, didn’t hurt. Takes more than a fuckin’ finger to hurt me.” Ed swatted Stede’s hand away, his beard hiding the very slight blush on his cheeks. He hadn’t felt a touch like that since…well, it’d certainly been a while. “Just felt…I dunno, fuckin’ weird.” 

“Weird?” Stede spoke softly, his worry melding into confusion. What could possibly feel weird to Blackbeard? He’d only lightly poked the man, and his ribs aren’t…oh. Oh. It took everything Stede had to keep a straight face as he said his next words.

“Might your ribs be a bit sensitive, Ed?” 

Edward nearly did a double-take at the words and his tone, snapping his head in the other man’s direction. “Sensitive? I’m…I’m fuckin’ Blackbeard. Sensitivity doesn’t apply to me.”

Stede rolled his eyes. Yeah right… Stifling a smirk, the blonde slowly slid his hand towards Ed’s side. Before he could do anything, though, a rough hand snatched his wrist. Edward’s eyes met his, full of some unreadable emotion.

“Don’t. Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Bonnet.” His tone was gruff and dark, though the emotion in his eyes gained some depth. It was almost…giddy? The word felt foreign when describing Ed, though it fit to a tee.

“Hmmm…I think I fucking do.” Using his other hand, he squeezed Edward’s side. The feeling was such a shock that a damned giggle left the dread pirate’s mouth, his arms moving to clamp to his sides.

That sound made Stede’s stomach fill with a strange fluttering feeling—one he often felt around Edward. He decided to pursue it, scooting closer and wiggling his fingers into Ed’s stomach. 

The feeling wasn’t that intense through his layers of clothing, but it definitely still tickled. Biting his lip, Ed squirmed, trying to shove at Stede’s hands while still protecting himself. It should be noted, however, that he didn’t put up much of a real fight.

“My, Edward. I think someone’s a bit ticklish…” Stede chuckled, trying to slip his fingers under Ed’s arms. He’d had a small taste of the other man’s laughter, and had become hooked, He had to hear more. “I think it’d feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter, Ed. Don’t you?”

When the eccentric man managed to wedge his fingers up to Ed’s ribs, the pirate knew he was done for. The dam broke, surprisingly bright giggles filling the quarters. They were still gruff, of course—still, the happy air was hard to ignore. 

“Oh dear. I think someone’s got a case of the giggles~” Stede cooed, one hand wiggling on the man’s ribs as the other poked and spidered on his belly. Was he pushing his luck? Oh, absolutely. It was, however, well worth it to see Ed’s silly smile.

 “F-fuhuhuck- Stehehede! Fuhuck ohohoff!” Twisting and wriggling around, Ed hid his face in his shoulder. The bearded man’s heavy boots skidded on the wooden floor, leaving small scuffs. Stede would deal with that later.

The feeling was…well, it wasn’t awful for Edward. He would never let the crew see him like that, of course; he had a reputation to maintain. With Stede, however, it felt nice to laugh. To let a few of his walls down without the fear of the mental rubble coming back to crush him. He wasn’t going to admit any of that, but it was true: his blush, however, was a different story.

“Well, I would, but I think I can see some pink underneath that salt and pepper of yours. Are you blushing, Eddy?” Stede used a slight nickname, his tone incredibly playful and teasing. He was determined to keep Ed giggling for as long as possible. 

“Screhehew youhu!” Edward tried arching his back, but that only freed his ribs up more. Slipping his fingers beneath Ed’s leather, Stede wiggled his fingers against the thinner fabric of his undershirt. That got quite the reaction.

“GRK- FAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” Ed’s bright giggles ramped up to loud, raucous laughter. A few snorts worked their way in, making Stede’s heart melt. Oh, how he loved that sound…

“I must say, this is a fine symphony. I’m loving all the onomatopoeias, and your laugh is so melodic!” Wanting to be a bit more mean, Stede hummed a lovely tune by Bach, pretending that his fellow seamen’s ribs and belly were piano keys. “I just love tickling the ivories, don’t you?”

The bearded man couldn’t respond, too lost in laughter to form a coherent sentence. While it was nice to laugh his cares away, he was starting to wear out. His throat was drying up, and his sides were starting to ache. He patted Stede’s wrist, managing to speak through his amusing cackles. “S-STAHAHAP! STEHEHEDE!”

Immediately, Stede pulled away, sensing Ed’s weariness. He didn’t want to push too much. “Goodness, Ed, I-I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. Are you alright?”

Closing his eyes, Edward took a few deep and giggly breaths. He was certainly tired, but not to an uncomfortable degree. “Qu-quit worryin’... Takes mohore than a little laugh to knohock Blackbeard down.” The red hue on his cheeks slowly subsided, his giggles drying up. Ed recovered pretty quickly.

“Good, good,” Stede sighed, smiling softly. Finally noticing that his hands were still on Edward, he scooted away, blushing. Ed cut him off before he could make a fool of himself. 

“Ya know, it’s been a while since anyone’s had the balls to do somethin’ like that to me. Good on ya, Stede.” He clapped the blonde on the shoulder, though didn’t let go after. Instead, he flipped their positions, swiftly pinning Stede to the couch and nearly straddling him.

Ed made quick work of Stede’s resistance, even though there was hardly any to deal with. “There’s a reason for that, though. Wanna guess why?” He pinned the flamboyant man’s arms above his head without any hesitation. Stede couldn’t help the squeaky giggles that bubbled out of him, already squirming. He shook his head. Edward leaned down and whispered in his ear, scraggly beard hair tickling the poor man’s neck. He was in for a long evening...

“I always get my revenge~”

[thatoneticklewriter]

Zhongli Knows Best

(Ler!Zhongli/Lee!Gaming)

Summary: Aether and Paimon’s trick into getting Gaming to talk to his father fails miserably and it’s up to Zhongli to fix the plan.

“No! I’m not doing this!” Gaming shouts shaking his head noticing that Aether and Paimon lead him straight into a trap.

“I just want to talk, Gaming.” His father sincerely reaches out to the bi color haired boy who rudely shrugs him off which was out of character for the preppy dancer.

“Talk about your dreams and your future, right?” Gaming shoots daggers in his father’s direction.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Paimon whispers to Aether.

“You should hear your father out, Gaming.” Zhongli spoke up from his seat.

“Hear him out for what? It’s the same thing every-time. No matter what, he only cares about himself.” Gaming scoffs rolling his eyes storming off in the opposite direction.

“Maybe we should let him cool off.” Aether suggests and his father agrees as they sit around the table drinking some tea.

“I’ll go check on him and make sure he’s okay. Maybe he’ll listen to me if I talk to him?” Zhongli stood up from his chair wandering around the plains of Wangshu inn for the bi color haired boy.

In a couple of minutes, the brunette finds Gaming sitting near a pond skipping rocks into the water.

“Sounds like this would be the place for you.” Zhongli hums taking a seat next to the dancer.

“I need to be alone. I’m guessing my father sent you here to talk to me?”

“No, I actually came here on my own.” Zhongli says. “You’re acting a little hot headed in this situation. Your father is your only parent at the moment. Your mother isn’t with anymore, Am I right?”

Gaming winces at the other’s comment about his mother.

“He may be my only parent but I don’t have to listen to him.” The hi color haired boy states continuing to throw more rocks in the water. “And I don’t have to listen to you either.”

“Oh is that so?” Zhongli widens his eyes at the other’s attitude. This wasn’t the same cheerful boy he had met earlier with Aether and Paimon.

“Now can you leave? I don’t need a lecture from you too.” Gaming gives him a look.

Zhongli had his way dealing with bratty kids in his younger days. He knew how to calm down Xiao and Aether whenever they would get riled up or even when they were sobbing in tears. He wondered if he could use the same tactic for Gaming.

“Ah-hey!” Gaming yelps as Zhongli wraps an arm around the other’s neck putting him in a headlock. “What’re you doing!?”

Oh, this old man was definitely going to feel the Wushou’s dancer’s rage.

“You, my boy, need to respect your elders. You talk a lot for someone your age.” Zhongli smirks watching Gaming struggle in his grasp.

“Argh! Let me go! I mean it!” The bi color haired boy threatens.

“No can do. We have to turn that frown upside down.” The brunette teases squeezing at Gaming’s sides earning a shriek from the other.

“Sounds like someone is in fact ticklish.” A chuckle escapes the other’s lips.

“I’m not in the mood!” Gaming sends Zhongli a glare trying to scratch at his arms.

“Now now, don’t be like that.” Zhongli shakes his head persisting to assault Gaming’s side with his free hand.

“Ahaha-stop!” Gaming couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Looks like I’m getting a reaction out of you now, aren’t I?” The older man smiled trailing his fingers to the other’s tummy underneath his hoodie.

“Arghhahahaha-let gooahaha!” The bi color haired boy literally cries at Zhongli’s fingers clawing at his abdomen.

“I’ll let go if you agree to have a conversation with your father.” Zhongli states hoping this would settle their debate.

“No! I don’t want to talk to him!” Gaming rapidly shakes his head.

“Suit yourself.” The brunette says squeezing at his tummy once again even wiggling a finger in his navel.

Gaming lets out a squeal from the sensation and he bites Zhongli’s wrist with all his strength almost drawing blood. The brunette pulls his arm away from the sudden pain releasing his grip from the bi color haired boy.

The wushou dancer tries to escape from Zhongli’s presence but the brunette was faster tackling him onto the grass as they roll around like fighting dogs.

“Please! Ahahaha! I-aha give up Mr. Zhongli!” Gaming combusts into laughter feeling fingers dance around his ribs.

“Let’s see how many ribs you have.” Zhongli ignores the other pulling Gaming in his lap tapping away with his upper abdomen.

“1, 2 , 3-“ Zhongli’s counting was cut off by Gaming’s shrieks and squeals and he shushes the bi color haired boy literally putting his hand in his face.

“Quiet, now I have to start all over again. 1, 2, 3. . “ The brunette scolds Gaming as he pokes and prods at his ribs another time.

“Mr. Zhongli hahahaaplease!” Tears well into the corner of Gaming’s eyes as he turns onto his side.

“I see you are learning your manners.” Zhongli hums before finding another spot to torment the bi color haired boy.

He leans dangerously close to Gaming’s face and he buries his face in the other’s neck blowing a raspberry. Gaming flails like a flopping fish trying to remove Zhongli away from his neck. Though Zhongli retaliates shoving his arms up Gaming’s armpits.

The wushou dancer shouts at the top of his lungs squeezing his eyes shut.

“Will you talk to your Father now? I’m giving you one last chance.” Zhongli intensively stares into the boy’s eyes.

“I- I don’t-“

“Excuse me? What was that?” Zhongli threatens moving his face close to the other’s abdomen.

“Okay! I’ll talk to him, I guess.”

“You guess? Doesn’t sound all that convincing to me.” A smirk crawls onto Zhongli’s lips before he buries his face in Gaming’s tummy blowing another raspberry.

Gaming hollers in laughter trying curl himself into a ball.

“Hahah okay okay! I’ll talk to my dad! Please, Mr. Zhongli!” The bi color haired boy calls it a truce shielding himself from another one of Zhongli’s attacks.

“Good, glad we can settle this.” Zhongli states straightening out his shirt. “Let’s go.”

“What do you think all that noise was?” Paimon questions to Aether while they wait from Zhongli to retrieve Gaming.

“I’m sure Zhongli used one of his tactics to get Gaming to calm down.” A mischievous smile was plastered onto Aether’s face.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

oh really?

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ok so i definitely worked a little harder on this one as it was a request and i had a little more time but i definitely relate to this one a lil too much asdfghjkl i hope you enjoy! 

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Hyunjin

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Minho

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Lee moods suck. Everybody knows that. Hyunjin, being one of the biggest lees in their group, especially knew that. And it always sucks more when one of the biggest lers is in the next room and it’s a little too tempting to just downright ask for tickles. 

Hyunjin hadn’t opened up to his members about his love for tickling, but it was getting unbearable watching one member wrecking another and having to watch while increasingly blushing. 

Hyunjin was terrified that they would find it weird or worse, actually hate him for it. He knew some people didn’t like to be tickled or the idea of tickling, so this really scared him. He was overthinking things more than usual. 

Meanwhile, in the other room, Lee Know was busy stroking his cat and wondering what Hyunjin was up to. He had noticed Hyunjin’s mood start to go down more recently, and although Minho had a habit of pretending he didn’t care, he was genuinely worried for the younger member. Hyunjin was thinking more, and his usually cheery expression had a sort of sadness to it, like he was hiding something.

 Lino decided that he should find out what was happening before it got worse. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try bonding with Hyunjin a little more, right? He made his way over to Hyunjin’s room and knocked 3 times.

Hyunjin jumped. He was debating on whether to tell Minho or provoke him into tickling him, but was NOT expecting the ler to walk to Hyune’s room HIMSELF. He was NOT prepared.

“What are you hiding?” Lino asked.

Talk about straightforward.

“Me? Why would I be hiding anything, hyung?” Hyunjin denied.

“Well, you’re acting suspicious”

“No I’m not”

At this moment Minho seated himself next to Hyunjin on the bed.

“Yes, you are”

“Okay, so what if I have something to hide? Why do you care?”

Minho looked at Hyunjin, feeling betrayed and upset.

“Of course I care, you’ve been sadder than usual, and you have your thinking face on whenever I even look at you”

Minho looked so sad that eventually Hyunjin felt bad and gave in.

“Okay hyung, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that you didn’t care, you obviously do. I’m just scared-”

“Scared for what? WHO’S scaring you and WHO do I need to punch cause i swear ill do-”

“NO HYUNG I’m scared I’m going to get judged by YOU!”

There was awkward silence (caw caw caw)

Lee Know cleared his throat. 

“Hyunjin please. I would never judge you for anything. Whether it's something you like or hate, just please don’t hide yourself from us. Please.”

“Well I’m still not telling you”

“Awwww c'mon don’t make me tickle it out of you~”

No. There was absolutely no way this was happening.

Hyunjin got up and immediately bolted out of the room. After an intense and dRaMaTiC chase scene between Hyune and Lino, Minho finally managed to scoop Hyune up into his arms and carry him back to the room despite their height difference. Minho dropped Hyunjin on the bad and sat behind him.

“Arms up” Minho commanded

“WHAT?! No way!” Hyunjin protested

“Hyunjin I swear you better put those arms up or I’ll do it for you”

Hyunjin complied out of fear of being completely helpless, and put his arms up, his back facing Lino. Minho didn’t waste any time and dug his fingers into firm sides. Hyunjin screeched and slammed his arms down to his sides immediately to protect himself.

“AHAHAAA NOHOHO WHY?!”

“Put those arms down one more time and I SWEAR you're going to get it Hyune~"

The ruthless attack on his sides continued as Minho squeezed up and down and Hyunjin squirmed while struggling to keep his arms raised, high pitched laughter ringing throughout the room.

“Plehehehease i cahan’t take it there plehease mohOHOVE?! ” Hyunjin shrieked as Minho pushed him down and straddled Hyune stomach down, scribbling up and down his back and shoulder blades and wiggling his fingers hard in the crevices on his back ribs. Hyunjin let out an ungodly scream before descending into mad cackles.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHO STOP PLEHEEHEASSEEEEE AHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Do you actually feel uncomfortable?!”

There was…once again awkward silence. (caw caw caw)

“N-no i don’t feel uncomfortable”

“Really?! I thought you hate it when I tickle you?”

There it was, that dreaded word again.

“No, I - I actually like it” Hyunjin turned as red as a tomato at the look of absolute ecstaticness adorning Minho’s face.

“AWWW THAT’S SO CUTE HYUN- wait is this what you’ve been hiding from us?”

“Um…yeah. You don’t think it’s weird?”

“WHAT?! I could NEVER! You’re so cute I wanna wreck the absolute shit out of you”

“Wait what-NAHAHAAAA” 

Minho nibbled lightly at the side of Hyunjin’s neck and the scream that tore out of his throat could have deafened a person.

“Where even is your worst spot?”

When Minho turned Hyunjin around to expose more spots, he noticed the absence of attention on a very good spot indeed. He pinned Hyunjin’s arms above his head with one arm and lifted up Hyune’s shirt with the other. Of course, Hyunjin already knew what was about to happen and he resorted to the one thing that could grant him any mercy. Begging.

“PLEASE HYUNG I CAHAHANT TAKE IT AHHHH” Hyunjin was unable to complete his sentence as Minho took a deep breath and blew a long raspberry on Hyunjin’s stomach, by far his worst spot.

“YAHAHAHAHA-” 

The rest of Hyunjin’s laughter cut out and he bucked and screamed, tears flowing down his neck and the pulsing sensations setting his nerves on fire.

Soon enough Lee Know let up, pushing Hyunjin’s shirt back down and rubbing away all the ghost tickles.

“Are you ok?”

“Yehesss aha I’m fine.”

“I think I’ll tell the others about this, don’t you think?

“Yah! I'll kill you!”

Minho wiggled his fingers at Hyunjin in a teasing way.

“Oh really?”

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i hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request however pls check my intro before interacting! 💗