#ticklish!bumblebee

[mushyblushyredhead]

Ahem...Bumblebee would totally have ticklish doorwings.

That is all!

HE WOUUUUUULD HE ABSOLUTELY WOUUUULD!!!! SHHFJSHFJHWKDHFJ✨✨❣️🐝

[intheticklecloset]

Turnabout Is Fair Play (Blue Lock)

Summary: After wrecking Isagi yet again, Bachira offers to let him exact his revenge...and he may or may not regret it when Isagi finds a good spot.

A/N: BachIsagi has my entire heart, I love these two SO MUCH. I've been hooked on this ship since the "win me back" line (if you know, you know) and just love writing their chaotic and fun banter and personalities! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1241

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Isagi was a mess of giggles by the time Bachira had finished with him.

“So mehehehehean,” he whined, clutching his ribs where his half-friend half-boyfriend had just had his fingers, tickling the living daylights out of him.

All around him the other members of Team Z went about their business, used to Bachira’s antics enough by now to be unbothered by his constantly wrestling and messing with Isagi, having accepted the taller boy’s laughter as either background noise or learning to strategically leave the room and loop back a while later.

Bachira giggled and brushed his hair from his forehead, smiling as Isagi took the time to catch his breath, cheeks still pink and eyes a bit teary-eyed from this particularly aggressive attack. Yes, sure, Isagi had needed it desperately, but that wasn’t the point.

“You’re cute, Isagi~” The dribbler cooed affectionately, only making the other boy’s blush worse.

Nearby, someone made a choking noise and grumbled, “Get a room.” It sounded like Raichi, but neither of them could be bothered to turn and double check.

Isagi groaned and turned his face away. “I’m not cute.”

“You are,” Bachira insisted, poking his side, making him jump and squeak, rolling away.

“No mohohohore! You crazy little…”

“Aww, is someone a little worn out?”

“It’s your fault!”

Again that voice from nearby, muttering, “Arguing like an old married couple,” followed by a grunt and a hissed, “What?!”

Bachira booped Isagi’s nose to keep his attention just as he was about to turn and figure out which of their teammates was grumbling about them.

“You can tickle me, if it will make you feel better~”

Isagi’s eyes snapped up to Bachira’s golden ones and held there for a long moment. “Huh?”

“I said,” the dribbler repeated himself, jabbing Isagi’s belly and sides with every word, “you – can – tickle – me – if – you – want – to!”

Isagi giggled and grabbed onto Bachira’s wrists, holding him still. “You want me to tickle you?”

“Sure, why not? I tickle you all the time, so it’s only fair, Isagi-chan~”

The taller boy blushed at the endearment, but smirked as he pushed up into a sitting position and came forehead to forehead with his friend/boyfriend. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Nearby, Raichi – because this time it was obviously him – laughed and said, “Oh, this ought to be good!”

Kunigami jabbed him in the ribs. “Knock it off, dude. Keep the commentary to yourself or get out of here already.” Then, to the boys tangled up in each other, he waved nonchalantly. “Go on. No one here minds you guys. Really.”

Isagi blushed and turned back to Bachira as Raichi whisper-hissed, “It’s not like I care if they’re together, idiot.”

Bachira slid his hand down Isagi’s arm to intertwine their fingers and murmured, “You want to get out of here, Isagi-chan?”

Isagi hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. “Nah. I’ll take you down right here in front of everyone like you do to me.”

Then, before Bachira could come up with a reply, Isagi had flipped them over so he was on top and the dribbler lay on his back, legs stuck up in the air as the taller boy began digging into his belly.

“Ehehehehehehehehe!” Bachira squealed, tossing his head back and kicking uselessly, halfheartedly trying to push Isagi’s hands away. “Isahahahagi, that tihihihihihihickles!”

“You told me I could if it would make me feel better,” Isagi teased, grabbing one of his arms just below the elbow and pushing it up so he could use his free hand to reach into his armpit. “And you know what? I think it is, bumblebee.”

To his pleased amazement, he watched as a light pink rose up to coat Bachira’s cheeks in response to the nickname, followed by the boy in question whining and squirming beneath him, legs still flailing in the air.

“Uh-oh,” Isagi chuckled, voice naturally shifting into a more playful tone as he went on, “did I find your weakness, Bachira?”

“Whahahahahahahat weheheheheheakness?”

“Do you like it when I call you bumblebee?”

Bachira’s squeal and obvious fluster clearly outed him even as he pleaded, “Nohohohohohohoho!”

“Oooh, what other pet names work on you, huh? Cutie? Sweetheart?”

“Nahahahahahahaha, Isahahahahagi!” Bachira whined, though he didn’t seem nearly as affected by those endearments as he had the first one.

Isagi hummed playfully, suddenly darting down to his almost-boyfriend’s thighs, scribbling inside of them gently. Bachira shrieked and threw his head back again, louder laughter escaping his lips now as his squirming became more frantic writhing.

“Ooh, good spot?”

“Isahahahahahahahahagi!”

Isagi grinned. “I wonder what it will take to get you to beg me to stop. What spot really gets you going, Bachira? Oh, sorry – bumblebee?”

If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn he heard Bachira curse through his laughter just then. The thought made him giddy, high on the rush of making the dribbler laugh like this, of being the sole source of his obvious joy.

“I asked you a question~”

“I’ll nehehehehehever tehehehehehell!”

“Playing this game, huh? All right.”

Isagi was suddenly everywhere – fingers flying up and down Bachira’s prone body, tickling and poking and scratching, searching for a spot that made him scream in delighted terror or jerk harder than usual. For a while all he got was continuous happy laughter and squirming as the two of them played around together, not being too serious about the situation.

But then Isagi pinched Bachira’s side in such a way that the dribbler cackled and rolled onto his side to get away, and in a burst of inspiration, the taller boy shot his hand out to rake along his friend’s back.

Bachira screeched, instantly flopping back over, trapping Isagi right where he was. The awkward angle he now found his wrist at was enough to make Isagi stop tickling, repositioning so he was putting all his weight on his left arm, hovering much closer to the dribbler than he had been before – close enough to see his wide, shining eyes and pretty pink cheeks.

“…Bachira?”

“Y-Yes, Isagi-chan?”

“I believe you’ve been hiding something from me.”

Bachira giggled, giving himself away. “I would never.”

Isagi curled his fingers in as best he could in this position, smirking. “No?”

“Nohohohohohoho!” Bachira cried, trying to roll away again, but this time Isagi was there, and he took the opportunity to grab his shoulder and flip him over completely so he was face-down on the bedroll, his back entirely exposed. The dribbler gasped and giggled, “Plehehehehehease!”

“Please what?” Isagi teased, easily slipping his fingers under Bachira’s sweater to get at the bare skin beneath. The spasm that tore through the smaller boy made Isagi’s heart sing. Got him!

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bachira screamed, laughing much harder now, uselessly clawing at the mattress in an effort to get away, relieve his ticklish agony, something. “ISAHAHAHAHAGI I WAS NIHIHIHIHIHICE TO YOHOHOHOHOU!!”

Isagi laughed. “Nice? You mean, tickling me until I was literally crying ‘mercy’ was nice?”

“YOU LIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIKED IT!!”

“Sure,” the striker conceded, ignoring the teasing chuckles of his teammates around him. “But you want to know something, bumblebee?”

Bachira wailed with mirth, slapping his hand on the sheets frantically. “WHAHAHAHAHAHAT?!”

Isagi grinned, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of his playful, chaotic, beautiful more-than-a-friend laughing hysterically while his cheeks began to shift from pink to red. He leaned down so he was right by his ear.

“I think you like it, too.”

[pinkanonwrites]

Radio Chatter

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

Knightverse Bumblebee/Human Reader, AFAB!Reader, GN Pronouns, First Time, Fluffy Smut, lots of sweet radio communication from Bee

Welcome to the first of my sporadic Kinktober Transformers fics I'll be posting over the upcoming month. If I run out of ideas I may take requests in the future, but for now I'm pretty well-stocked on concepts.

"Nngh…"

"Zrrrnn…?"

"I'm okay, I just… Need a minute to adjust."

"I'll be careful! -KZZSH- Take your time to get it!~"

Even sprawled out beneath his massive frame, spread achingly, impossibly wide by his spike, Bumblebee still found a way to make you laugh. Up until recently he had tried (and failed) to think very little about potentially interfacing with you. Mainly because he wasn't even sure if his "equipment", for lack of a better word, was compatible enough with you to really attempt anything. But the way his thick digits were finally able to caress your bare skin with a reverence he'd craved for far too long? It was currently making him wish he'd asked for this cycles ago. 

Warm metal fingertips traced featherlight along the jut of your collarbone and further down, mapping the rises and curves of muscles and bone in your body with a curious admiration. Bee's antennae flicked and fluttered with each new discovery, each dip and scar and freckle. But as he ran a hand down each of your sides, fingertips trailing over your soft squishy spots above your hips, you couldn't fully stifle your laughter.

His optics widened, digits scribbling back up and along your soft sides in the same area that had pulled that adorable little sound from your lips. You squeaked again, wriggling slightly beneath him as his servos squished into your plush skin.

"Bee! Hahahawahahait! I'm ticklish!" 

Ticklish. Of course, he himself was pretty sensitive around the transformation seams of his armor. But you didn't have any seams along your sides here, just soft, squishy warmth. Could humans be ticklish anywhere? He continued his poking and prodding, not enough to have you squealing like you were before, but enough for you to whine and wiggle beneath his grasp, powerless to escape him. Your chest heaved, whimpers and giggles you couldn't fully stifle eking past your smile even as you pawed weakly at his exploring digits.

"Plush, comfortable, and oh-so-soft! -KSSZH!- Can't take my eyes off of you… -KZZT!- Beautiful, just beautiful."

"Oh, Bee." Bringing your hands up to cup his helm, you pressed a languid kiss to the front of his mouthpiece. His antenna fluttered as he let out a pleased churr that rumbled through his entire frame. Even after you pulled away from the kiss he nuzzled further into you, tucking his faceplate as far into the crook of your neck as he could, absolutely thrumming with affection. Absent-mindedly Bee wished that humans could read EM fields as easily as Cybertronians did. Then you would be able to feel the palpable desire he had for you as more than just a static charge that put your hair standing on end. But he would have to settle with his frame and whatever words his love-addled processor could scrape up from the local airwaves instead. Not that you really seemed to mind either way.

He trailed his digits down your sides once more, fondling that particularly soft area right above your hips with just a touch more intensity. Your giggle sounded closer to a stifled moan this time as you squeezed around his spike, one hand cupping the back of his neck and toying with the cables at the base of his helm.

"Feels -ZZT- …good?"

You nodded frantically, gasping against his neck cabling as he shifted so, so slowly, spike dragging along your burning hot inner walls before pressing carefully back in. He had to be careful, the last thing he wanted was to risk hurting you. But still, your little fingernails scraping at his paint job and your wet, shuddering gasps made it near-impossible to keep any composure.

"Good, it's good. You're just so big."

He let out an all-too-pleased sounding chirp, antennae fluttering in amusement.

"Don't let that go to your head, I swear Bee." You tried to give him a disapproving look, but you just couldn't keep the smile off your face. So he nuzzled his faceplate further into you, staring up at you with big, hopeful, baby-blue optics.

"I'll make love to you, like you want me to…~"

That got you. You let out a strangled guffaw of laughter, cupping your hands over your mouth as you burst into giggles. He tittered with mechanical laughter as well: small, amused buzzes that you could feel down into the tips of your toes. 

"You dork." You gave him another kiss, this one pressed to the side of his helm. "Mmh, you're lucky you're cute."

He gave a questioning buzz. "Just -ZZT- cute?"

"Alright! And strong."

"Zrrrrr?" He made a vague, teasing vocalization with an upwards tick at the ends that only made you want to laugh more.

"And brave, and fast… and sexy?"

"Bingo, sweetheart! -KSSH- Right on the money!"

You held in your laughter this time, but the goofy, amused smile you had on your face made him feel like you were reaching both hands past his chest plating and cupping his spark directly in your palms. A near-overwhelming flood of affection surged through him as he curled his frame over your small, soft body, thrusting into your perfect heat. The punched-out moan you let out only spurred him further, both servos scooping you up from beneath and cradling you off the rough ground as he rocked into you.

"It must have been love…~ -ZRRT- And I can't fight this feeling anymore!~ -KZZST- I am not a smart man. But I know what love is… -ZZRT- …Am I talking too much?"

"Oh, Bee. No, no Bee. You're perfect." You cradled his face in your hands so gently, with such brimming, overwhelming care and kindness and love that Bumblebee was certain he was going to melt into a helpless pile of energon and cables and liquid metal beneath the warmth and affection in your gaze. "I love you too. I love you, Bumblebee."

He tried to vocalize, but it trilled up into a sharp, staticky wail as pleasure punched through him like a stinger shot. Frame shivering where he curled over your own, the feeling of his transfluid spilling into you seemed to be just enough to push you to your own release as well. He whined again as your nails scratched at his perfect paint. He knew you wouldn't be able to leave a mark, but Primus be damned if he didn't want them.

He kept you cradled in his grip even as his spike depressurized and you both groaned at the feeling of his fluids drooling from your aching core. You let out a startled 'Woah!' as he rolled over, placing you draped across his chassis with his hands cradled around your back to keep you close to him.

"Could've given me a heads-up." You joked.

"Heads-up." He parroted your own voice back to you, breaking into more amused buzzes at the scandalized look on your face and the teasing slap you gave to his hood.

"You're so lucky I love you."

"I love you." He parroted again, hoping the subtle expressions on his faceplate were as easy to read to you as your soft eyes and warm, dreamy smile was to him. It must have been, or you probably wouldn't have pulled him in for another kiss.

[giggly-squiggily]

omg i'm the happiest in the world YOUR REQS ARE OPEN!! thank you so mucchhh! how abt lee!bachira and ler!isagi from bllk? like isagi discovering bachira is just super weak to tickles so when he's being a bit too much (he'll never be too much to me but anyways) he threatens him with them and then follows up to it. you can totally decline if you want tho! hope you're doing well <33

AHH THIS IS CUTE!!! I love bachisagi so much, and Lee!Bachira is beyond adorable! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

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@myreygn @cupcake-spice13 @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @riisada @ticklish-n-stuff @intheticklecloset (tagging you cause yes :3)

“Isagi~” Bachira cooed, getting reeeeal close to his lazing figure. “What’s Mozart’s favorite fruit?”

An inhale, a brow twitch, and a resigned eye roll. “What, Bachira? What is his favorite-”

“Ba-na-na-na!” The dribbler cried in the same note as Fate Symphony. He leaned in so he was nose to nose with Isagi, grinning. “Ba-na-na-na!”

The brunette rolled his eyes as he pushed him off, trying not to smile. It was so stupid, but that was his type of humor. “You better knock it off-”

“Hehe, knock knock?” Bachira asked. Isagi breathed through his nose.

“Who’s there?”

“Orange.”

“Orange who?”

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” The dribbler cried. In the back, Isagi could hear groans and giggles from the others. “Get it? Get it-Whoa!”

Isagi shoved him off, following him down until he was halfway on top against the mats. Behind them, someone wolf whistled. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna tickle you.”

Bachira’s giggly grin froze at the threat, cheek warm and eyes wide. Isagi felt himself pause, not expecting the reaction at all.

Then that brief look of shock melted into a look of genuine excitement, Bachira grinning all over as he reached out, poking Isagi in the cheek. “Boop! Tag, you're it!” He cackled as he shot to his feet, making a run for it.

Isagi blinked, rubbing at his face. Then he clicked his tongue, standing up and making his way after him. Once he got to the door, he found Bachira peeking around the corner, waiting for him.

So that’s how he wanted to play it, huh? “You better run.”

“AHH!” The dribbler let out a squeal and bolted, his giggles renewed as Isagi took chase. Around and around they went, flying by a startled Gagamaru and freshly showered Raichi who yelled something about watching where they were going and lovebirds. None of it mattered to Isagi. All that was there in this moment was Bachira’s cackling laughter as they raced into the open, abandoned soccer field. “Isa-GII!”

The chase was short lived; be it Bachira slowing down to look back or Isagi putting everything into his next sprint. The pair crashed into the fake grass, letting out laughs through momentary winces at the harshness of the ground below. It didn’t deter Isagi from wrestling Bachira on his back, sitting on his hips and pinning his wrists. 

“So, just to be clear.” Isagi began, grinning when Bachira giggled and squirmed beneath him. “Do you want me to tickle you?”

“Aehhehe, ehheheehehehe!” Bachira whimpered through his mirth, squeezing his eyes shut as he looked away. After a moment or two, he nodded, far too giggly to say the words.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” With that, he grabbed onto Bachira’s sides, worming his fingers gently over his waist as the other boy arched and squealed. “Just tell me when you’re done and I’ll stop, okay? The safe word is soccer.”

“Eehehahhahha! Oohohohkay!” Bachira nodded again, his hands immediately shooting to Isagi’s wrists. He didn’t grip them, though- but rather held onto them as Isagi carried on dancing his fingers into the sensitive skin. “Aheahhahhaha, Ihihihiisahahahhagi!”

“That’s my name, bumblebee. You really like saying it, huh?” Isagi wormed a hand up towards his ribs while the other one stayed on his waist, tapping along the spaces between each bone as Bachira squeaked and yelped at each prod. “Not that I mind it though. I like hearing you say it.”

“Ooohohoho do yohoohu nohohohow?”

“Yeah. Or maybe I just like you.” He shot both hands up to Bachira’s armpits, making him arch and screech. “Yeah, definitely. I just really, really like you.”

Bachira would have remarked something clever or equally flustering if he wasn't currently laughing his lungs out. Thrashing about in the grass, he pressed his arms tightly against his sides as he kicked his feet, head thrown back and cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. “AHEHAHAHHAHA! AHEHAHHHAH MHOOHOHVE SOHOHOMWHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHELSE!”

“Aww, does it tickle too much?” Isagi cooed, doing as requested and bringing his hands back to Bachira’s lowest ribs. It still tickled, but at least he could think again. “Is my cute little bumblebee too ticklish for his own good? Is he? I know how much you love it though. Yes you do! Yes you do!”

No! Not that! “AHEAHAHHAHA!” Bachira let out a statically shriek as his hands flew to his face, hiding his burning cheeks. “DOHOHOHON’T DOHOHOOH THAHHAHAT!”

Isagi blinked, surprised. Then he beamed.

“No way! You can dish it but you can't take it? Oh this is rich!” The raven cackled as he dropped his hands to his boyfriend’s hips, using his thumbs to press in rapidly. “Tickle tickle tickle, bumblebee! Come on, show me that pretty smile of yours~”

“AHEHAHAHHAHAHA! GHEHAHAHAH!” Bachira was howling with mirth, kicking his feet like a child having a tantrum while he halfheartedly tried to block out Isagi’s hands. Even through all of this, however, he didn’t say stop or the safe word. It might have been hidden beneath bouts of ticklish laughter, but Isagi could tell Bachira was having the time of his life.

It made him happy to know he was the reason for it.

“GEHHAHAH TIHIHIME OHOHOUT TIHIHIHME OHOOHOUT!” Bachira pleaded, shooting his hands down to block when Isagi squeezed at his thighs, face on fire. “SOHOOHOCCER!”

Isagi pulled his hands back, folding them politely against his chest as he watched Bachira collapse beneath him, chest heaving and cheeks misty. “So cute. Are you good, Bachira?”

For a moment, Bachira didn’t respond. Isagi was sure he killed him.

Then he nodded, raising a tired thumbs up. Relieved, Isagi smiled as he started to climb off-

 Bachira’s hands shot out, grabbing onto his wrists once more. “Stahahy..I lihihke the view.”

Isagi blinked, then he looked around. When the realization of Bachira’s words set in, he blushed and laughed, scratching his cheek. “I must have tickled you too much- you sound delirious.”

A hand guided his face to warm golden eyes, holding nothing but love. “I mean it. You’re my blue sky- the prettiest sight I’m blessed to witness everyday of my life. If I were to die and you were the last thing I see, I’d be okay with that.”

Isagi’s eyes widened, his sharp inhale soft and shaky. Bachira could feel his pulse skip beneath his fingers, alone with the wobbliness of his lips as he smiled. “That’s not fair- you can’t go and say such sweet things to at me like that out of nowhere.”

“Hehe, take that.” Bachira stuck his tongue out playfully, bringing back some of the earlier mood as Isagi leaned into his touch. “Really, I love you, Yoichi Isagi. You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and no matter what happens here, that will never change.”

Isagi bit his smiling lips before throwing himself into Bachira’s arms, hugging him close. “Damn you, Meguru Bachira! Damn you and you're beautiful self!” Laughing through his tears, he leaned back and kissed him, putting all his feelings into that simple gesture. “I love you too. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me as well. Please- even when all of this is over; stay by my side?”

Bachira reached up, wiping away his tears before kissing him again, this time softer. “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay by your side for all eternity.”

Thanks for reading!

[myreygn]

YOUR LEE ENMU FIC WAS AMAZING AND I LOVED IT SO MUCH IT WAS WONDERFUL

I gotta ask,,,, if you're up for it, could you write something with ler!Douma and lee!Akaza cuz I just know Douma is a master tickle monster and poor Akaza is so ticklish sosjjsjdhdbd thank u in advance *smooches on the cheek*

Cracks

summary: It's not often that there's room for fooling around and goofing off amongst Lord Muzan's elite troup, but every now and then, Douma likes to have a little fun. Every now and then, Akaza likes to indulge him.

an: this took me way too long and i'm really really sorry about that - i hope you like it anyway and you had wonderful holidays!

wordcount: 1705

taglist: @giggly-squiggily, @rachi-roo

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Douma was not easily entertained. Most of the things the average person would deem exciting were prone to boring him to death and more often than not he found himself zoning out during the most random times, because he was surrounded by such a lack of stimulation that it was truly astounding all by itself.

However, there were a few things that were amusing to him. Humans could be very entertaining from time to time; desperate humans and scared humans were his favorite kind. Waterfalls, waterfalls were really pretty. Bumblebees. The sheer concept of bumblebees was hysterical. His very favorite thing in the entire world though was cracking. Cracking horrible jokes. Cracking heads. Cracking his fellow Upper Moons.

Well, not all of them. There was a huge difference between making someone crack and making someone crumble, that difference mainly being who he was working with.

For example, making Kokushibo crack wasnʼt as fun as making him crumble. Kokushibo was stoic, emotionless and reserved. Seeing him explode into anger, laughter, tears, or anything of the like all of a sudden was interesting, sure, but it wasn’t fun because the buildup was too subtle to notice (even for Douma). But if you made him crumble, the slow process of Kokushibo’s walls being brought down became visible - bit by bit, brick by brick.

And then, there was the other end of the spectrum.

Douma almost felt giddy with excitement as he shuffled around in his place, watching the door with impatience. Any minute now, any minute… aha!

“Urgh, what are you doing here?” Akaza rolled his eyes the second they met Douma’s gaze, but Upper Moon Two didn’t waste any time feeling attacked by that. Within the blink of an eye he was at the shorter demon’s side, throwing an arm around his shoulders and putting his entire weight onto him. He knew Akaza could handle it, he just wanted to invade his personal space a little. Invading the personal space of others was another thing that made immortality worthwhile.

“Why, I’m here for the meeting of course. We’re both early birds today, aren’t we?”

“Do not call me that.”

Oh oh oh, Akaza was playing grumpy again. Emphasis on playing; if he were truly not in the mood for shenanigans, he would’ve pushed him away by now, or taken his head off at the very least. Douma smirked. He had a playful Akaza on his hands, what a lucky lucky day it was.

“What do you want me to call you then?”

If looks could kill… well, he’d be no more dead than before, but Akaza was certainly trying his best. Adorable.

“If you could just stop talking to me, that would be great, thanks.”

What a perfect setup. It was almost like Akaza wanted this to happen.

“Alright, let’s stop talking.”

A thing that only very very few people knew: Akaza was not immune to tomfoolery. Douma had caught him goofing around with Rui, Kaigaku and even Daki and Gyutaro several times and on rare occasions, he had even indulged in Douma’s own jabs and jokes instead of blowing up immediately.

Because blowing up, yes, that was what Akaza was known for the most amongst them, wasn’t it. And watching him blow up was charming, sure, but what Douma loved most was the thing right before the big explosion. That moment of realization when Akaza became aware of the incoming explosion and tried to stop it. The way he gave everything to not let it happen and the way it was never enough. Delicious.

Akaza flinched and his hands shot down to grab Douma’s wrists. “Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything, Akaza-dono.” It wasn’t even a lie. Alright, maybe he had curled his fingers into the lower ranked demon’s waist just a moment ago, but right now he wasn’t doing anything. Just resting his fingers on Akaza’s sides. And despite the vice grip on his wrists, they weren’t being pulled off. Hm-hm.

A full body spasm nearly had Upper Three slip away from him when he curled his fingers again, but Douma was very skilled in using a lot of strength and making it look like nothing. In other words, holding Akaza secure with just his fingers had the added fun bonus of infuriating him. “Douma, if you don’t stop that-”

“Stop what? You’ll need to be more specific- oh, this?” He smirked when a soft yelp slipped out of Akaza’s mouth.  “Surely that’s nothing to you, Akaza-dono. I’m just stretching my hands.”

Douma carefully increased the pressure of his fingers digging into the pale flesh of his subordinate. Even though Akaza was facing away from him, his back pressed against Douma’s chest with no way to hide his trembles and flinches, Douma had a good idea what his expression looked like. He could see Akaza’s flushed neck and ears, the way he bit his cheek. And now, he just had to-

“EAH!”

Ah, yes, there it was. The crack. Akaza had such a temper, cracking him with a few cleverly, and even not so cleverly, placed comments was easy. But it also got boring very quickly and besides, this was by far the best way to make him crack. 

Douma smirked to himself as he clawed on one of his very favorite spots on Akaza’s body. Stomach never disappoints… “What is it, Akaza-dono? Too ticklish?”

“YOHOU KNOW IHIT IS- DOUMAHAHAH!”

Hell yeah he knew that. Upper Two allowed himself to giggle in glee - not that Akaza could hear him with his booming laughter filling the Infinity Castle. He wrapped an arm around the smaller demon’s torso when his struggling got too intense to hold back with just his fingers and used his free hand to continue the tickling of his stomach. Delightful.

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAHAH, NAHAHAHAT- TOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Alright, alright.” Douma carefully guided the hysterical demon to the ground when his knees got weak and took a seat on his thighs to secure him, then he immediately latched his wiggling fingers onto Akaza’s ribs so he wouldn’t get a chance to recover and slip away. The reaction was instant.

“Yohohou piece ohof- nahahahah!”

“Oh but you can handle it, can’t you?” Douma grinned down at his victim’s flushed face, making sure to give the spaces in between his ribs extra attention. Once the cracking was complete, once the dam had broken, it was nearly impossible for Akaza to compose himself or hold himself back in any way.

That applied to movement as well. Douma let out a grunt when he got kneed in the back; he actually had to put in effort to hold Akaza down, that wasn’t often the case. Maybe his tickling was just especially good today. Judging by the way Akaza was howling when he moved his hands upwards to scratch at the space between his ribs and armpits, that was the case.

“Nahahahahat thehehehere! Yohou ahahahahass!”

“I don’t think you want to insult me right now.” Douma smirked and grabbed one of Akaza’s wrists, surprising him enough to pull it up and dig into his armpit. “I know thinking can be a hard thing to do for you, but that’s really not smart.”

Akaza shrieked and nearly threw Douma off with how hard he was bucking. “GEAHAHAHAH- GEHEHEHEHET OHOUT OF THEHEHEHERE! NAHAHAHAT THERE, DOHOUMAHAHAHAH!”

“Man, you’re really difficult today.” Douma mock-sighed and stayed at the spot a little longer before scribbling Akaza’s stomach and quickly moved on to squeeze his hips instead when the trapped demon let out a sound close to a sob. “Not here, not there… how about here?”

The hips still had Akaza giggling like crazy, but he was not nearly as hysterical as he had been before. Douma couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You look nice like this, Akaza-dono. With your face so flushed.”

The blush only intensified and Akaza even tried to hide his face - unsuccessful. “Sh-shuhuhut uhu- EEK!”

“Was that a squeak?” Douma let out an evil chuckle. “Then I guess that’s my sign.”

“Yohour sign to wha- Douma, no, nononono, do nAHAHAHAHAH- DOUMAHAHAHAHAH, FUHUHUHUCKIHING HEHEHELL!” Hysterical couldn’t even begin to describe it. Akaza threw his head back, cackling and howling and squealing all at once, even a snort breaking throw here and there; his back arched and he twisted around to try and avoid the horribly ticklish fingers scribbling over his stripes with the lightness of a feather. 

Upper Two smirked - he was barely touching Akaza, yet had him in stitches anyway. He had been avoiding the tattoos, these absolute platinum tickle spots on his subordinate’s already sensitive body, as much as possible to save the best for last. And the best it truly was. He watched in awe how tears of laughter spilled down Akaza’s flushed cheeks. That meant he would soon-

“DOHOHOUMAHAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

Yup, there it was. Playful or not, if he started begging it meant that Akaza had truly reached his limits. Douma gave the stripe he was tormenting one last scratch, then he took his hands off and stood up, giving him some space to recover.

Being a demon and all, that recovery only took Akaza about two seconds and Douma couldn’t even react when the smaller demon jumped up and pounced on him, glaring down at him from where he was crouched on Douma’s chest. “You!”

“Me?” Upper Two didn’t let the sudden attack wash off his smile. It was a genuine smile for once - this little encounter had significantly heightened his mood and despite the scowl on Akaza’s face, he could tell he felt the same.

The sound of Nakime’s biwa in the distance and the following bickering of two voices from next door notified them of the arrival of Daki and Gyutaro and Akaza seemed to consider his next move for a moment, then he snarled and got up. “I’ll get you back, jerk.”

Douma only grinned at the threat and sat up when the siblings entered the room so as to not tip them off that something unusual had happened. If he was feeling a little excited at the prospect of more goofing around with Akaza, that was their business alone, and if he caught Akaza cracking a smile as he turned away, no one needed to know.

[skylarkking]

Random TFA silly headcannons because as of writing this it is 3am and my brain is stupid

Bumblebee snores like a MF when he's overtired

Bulkhead secretly attends art classes

Ratchet LOVES telanovela shows that are super sappy and romantic

Prowl secretly wants an army of animals so he can feel like a Disney princess

Optimus really likes slapstick humor and has been caught watching The Three Stooges on more than one occasion

Megatron knows he has an almost vampire like vibe which is why he PURPOSEFULLY broods in the dark

Starscream once tried to chug some of Megatron's high grade and INSTANTLY got drunk (fuckin' lightweight)

Lugnut is as dumb as he looks and that is partially due to him not thinking before he acts

Blitzwing's Random persona sometimes will try to eat things that are not edible for Cybertronians like candies or fried human food. Hothead gets really annoyed when he fronts and his tanks hurt from Random while Icy just internally sighs and is like "just another fuckin' Monday"

Shockwave does yoga

The Starscream clones are dumber than Starscream and share a collective 'hive mind'

Sentinel’s chin is a fashion choice albeit a poor one

Elita-1/Blackarachnia has kicked Sentinel’s aft on more than one occasion

Wasp/Waspinator sometimes buzzes to himself like a child would pretending to be a bee

Ultra Magnus blushes if you kiss his servos

The Jet Twins are ticklish

Jazz sometimes wishes that Sentinel would just politely shut up whenever he rants

Thanks for reading my rambles and goodnight lol

[crazy-as-a-jaybird]

you wanted it, didn't you i can't believe you did

my ass is going to be famous for this rubbish, yay

colors as lees

red ❤️

- blush that spreads over their whole face along with ears and neck

- how DARE you presume they can be ticklish

- violent roars of laughter

- their neck is just the worst

- you'll have to hold their hands down or you'll get scratched

orange 🧡

- JUMPY

- uh buddy pal love mine howbout we just—

- it's so much better if you have to chase them

- may yell in your ear

- rolls around a lot

yellow 💛

- dimples

- still compliments during tickling

- just loves their ler wholeheartedly

- "ohOHOH oh gosh 🥰"

- arches their back and encourages the ler to raspberry their tummy

green 💚

- demands to play hide&seek but gives themselves away with endless giggling would easily win otherwise

- shrieks and howls of joy

- wriggles from teases alone

- walks barefoot

- is the type to get a lee mood from watching bumblebees buzzing around

cyan 🩵

- has hoodies and beanies to hide their face with

- explains sheepishly what exactly would they like you to do with them

- paintbrushes get them well

- squeaky

- enjoys exposing their spots even when they're a little embarrassed

blue 💙

- likes rubs

- but hates babytalk or not

- seriously gets tickled even through their clothes

- "itchy 😡" *proceeds to scratch off*

- purses their lips to keep the sounds in i wonder how long will it take them to give up, hmm

purple 💜

- "careful careful careful 😭😭😭"

- makeup brushes ✨

- frequent pick-me-ups

- is only comfortable with it when you and them are alone

- needs some time to start laughing freely

pink 🩷

- likes the soft playful side

- doesn't mind spicing the things up tho, it depends

- emotional support stuffies

- the cutest giggles ever

- bites their lips

brown 🤎

- eeep!

- cherishes small everyday tickles while cooking or doing chores

- hasn't grown out of nursery rhymes

- will throw their head back and forth

- the ultimate recipe is wiggling a single finger over their skin and digging in

white 🤍

- squeezes their own cheeks

- mmmphff 👉🏻👈🏻

- is too clueless to hide their reactions

- and is too shy to even beg, just accepts their doom

- flappy hands

gray 🩶

- sleepyhead

- hehe tingles so funny

- aims all their concentration at the sensations

- therefore gets overstimulated quickly

- loves gigantic blankets

black 🖤

- "dont dont DONT 😨"

- will legit cry, angrily and comically, if you wreck them

- craves revenge in any case

- but they're such a limp puddle by the end of it all that they can't get up

- twitchy lips and toothy grins

[bigdreamerpeach]

Training with Terrans

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Bumblebee was sitting , watching the sky and clouds, the sun shining bride. It was a wonderful day for a little break from Training and Fights.

Well, he though this...

Loud laughing was all He hear. He walks around to find put where the loud noices coming from and now He know who was laughing so loud.

The terrans are having playfights

Bumblebee smile a bit as he saw it , but they was a bit to loud in his opinion. He walks to the terrans.

"Hey, what are you all doing here?" Ask bumblebee

"We just playing Bee , don't worry." Nightshade told him. Bumblebee looks at him ,then to the others and then back to Nightshade

"I don't want stop the fun you have but you need to be more serious." Bumblebee told then

The terrans Looks at each other and then to bumblebee."ohhhh come on bee, we just playing!" Twitch say to him. " you always play with breakdown or someone Else". She said

"I'm Not a child twitch, Yeah i understand you but you need to be ready to fi- where are you." The terrans were gone , without a noice.

Then...

All terrans push him to the ground and sitting around him. They smiling at him. Bumble Was confused why did they do this on him. He has no idea Whats ging on , but then

"EEE!", Bumblebee screams high pit as twitch poke his side. She looks at him with a little evtl grin. " waaaiit a minute, can that be you're Ticklich bee?". As twitch ask him this, he getting nervous...reeeally nervous

" what me? Ticklich? Noooo hehe ofc i'm Not." He say. But the terrans don't belive him.

"Really , sooo i can ...do this?" Twitch tickling his stomach , making him giggle.

" heeheheheh T-Twitch! Stop!"."Hmmmm let me think.. no!". Then twitch tickling faster, making bumblebee giggle more, but it turns into laughter as Thrash and Nightshade tickling each sides, Hashtag tickling his neck and Jawbreaker tickling his armpits.

"AAHHHAHAHHAHA!!! NONONONOOHOO!! STOP, STOOOHHOHOP!!! EEEEEE!!!!" Bumblebee try to push them away but they was to strong for him

"Haa! I never know you were ticklish bee." Jawbreaker said, still tickling him. The other terrans looking bumblebee laughing ans wiggling around like fish out of water

"OKAY, OKAY! YOU WON BUT PLEHEHEHASE STOHOHOP!!!" He try to speak

The terrans stop the tickle attack on bee , letting him breath. After 2 minutes bumblebee stand up

"Why did you doing this?"." We just bored hehe ,but i need to say , i never know that you so ticklich." Nightshade told him

Bumblebee just looing at then and speak with a serious , deep voice:" Never do this again , okay?"

"Okay." All terrans say. "I hope so , but watch out , i will get m, revenge soon." With this worden bumblebee go away. Now the terrans getting nervous and a bit scared

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New story is out!! Sorry when its short, but i Hope you like this anyways ^^

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

I read somewhere that said that Cybertronians feels physical pain and if that's so, it means that they can get ticklish :]

So can u do an HC reaction of bay Optimus, bumblebee, rotb mirage and bay Dino got ticklish after their human S/O accidently found their tickle spot while repairing their damage/wounded body?

(Uh I wrote this as bots having no idea what ticklish is or means. And rarely feel the ticklish sensation.)

Optimus:

He starts to feel the sensation but is unsure what it is. He assumes it must just be sensitive because of the injury.

He tries to ignore it. However the more his S/O touches the area the stronger the sensation gets.

He doesn't want to make a fuss or be considered ungrateful, but he doesn't enjoy the feeling. He decides to tell his S/O and ask them to be more careful when touching that area.

His S/O tells them about possibly being ticklish. He accepts the description but decides that he does not like it and would like for his S/O not to tickle him again, even if accidentally.

Bumblebee:

He knows what ticklish means as he learned it from his human pals. He's also felt the sensation before from a car wash.

The moment his S/O touches his ticklish spot he jolts and giggles.

He admits to them that he is ticklish on that spot. He hopes his S/O won't use the information against him. But he trusts them and just asks them to be careful.

He doesn't mind being tickled, but he doesn't want to be when he is injured.

Mirage:

He tries very hard to put on a brave face as his S/O patches him up. It stings but he is not one to shy away from pain. Then he feels the new sensation.

He tries to brace through it. But eventually, it gets too much. He pulls away, laughing and clutching his side.

It wasn't an awful feeling, but it was a funny feeling that made him want to pull away.

He's unsure if he likes it or not. He's leaning more towards the side of he doesn't want to feel it again. Which he tells his S/O. They tell him it sounds like he's ticklish. He tries to brush it off saying he's not, but they tickle him again. He then agrees then fine, he is.

Dino:

He has quite a high pain tolerance and can sit through the care with ease.

Then his S/O starts to run their hand over a new area. He flinches, unsure what that feeling is, but he doesn't like it.

He tells them to be careful. Then they touch it again and he flinches once more.

He tells his S/O of the sensation, which his S/O describes as being ticklish. Dino discloses that he doesn't like it and he would appreciate it if his S/O was more careful to not tickle him. It's vastly different from pain, but he does not like the feeling.

[mushyblushyredhead]

So, uh, since Transformers Animated is my favorite fandom (sort of-), maybe Bumblebee tickling Prowl?- I hardly see any tickle stuff of him- But take your time if you want to do it-

AWWW YES! I like to think that stoic sneaky dude is also secretly ticklish but no one has ever dared to try….except Bumblebee of course (๑>◡<๑)

[intheticklecloset]

Play With Me (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira wants Isagi to tickle him. Isagi happily obliges...then gets some tickles of his own as a reward!

A/N: I love these two so much oh my goooooosh. THEY ARE PRECIOUS. I love their playfulness with each other and open affection for one another and just - all of it! BachIsagi has my whole heart! 🥰🥰🥰

Word Count: 1388

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A pair of golden eyes popped into Isagi’s vision, and he smiled.

“Hey,” he said, untucking his hands from behind his head, expecting Bachira to lean down and kiss him, or at the very least settle in for a good cuddle session.

“Hey,” Bachira replied, then promptly turned around and flopped backward so he was lying as dead weight on top of his boyfriend.

Isagi felt the air woosh out of him and he coughed in surprise, groaning, “Bachira! You’re heavy; get off!”

“Make me,” Bachira replied.

Isagi smirked. Ah, so he wanted to play, did he? He obliged, digging his fingers into the smaller boy’s ribs, dancing up and down lightly, teasingly. Bachira giggled but barely even twitched, not yet bothered enough to actually squirm.

Well, that was going to change.

Isagi wrapped his arms around him in a hug, digging into his sides even harder, grinning as Bachira cackled above him, hands lightly grasping his arms but not pushing away yet.

“Like this?” Isagi teased into his ear, and Bachira nodded.

For a moment the taller boy scribbled playfully along his sides and ribs, eventually slipping around to his tummy, which made his boyfriend squeal happily and grasp his arms a little harder – the first sign he was starting to break.

Then he pulled out the big guns.

Still keeping one arm wrapped around his waist, Isagi slipped his opposite hand between them to scribble at his back.

“Ah! Ehehehehehehe – Isagi!” Bachira shrieked, giggles finally morphing into laughter as he began to squirm. “Nohohohohoho!”

“Oh, yes. I think you want me to tickle you riiiiight here,” Isagi teased, finding that death spot between his boyfriend’s shoulder blades.

Bachira nearly screamed, arching out of Isagi’s grip so hard he was able to break free, but not hard enough to fully dislodge the other boy. Soon they had rolled over, with Isagi sitting on top of Bachira and the shorter of the two face-down on the bedroll.

Isagi braced Bachira’s hips with his knees, sat on his waist, and clawed at his back freely like a cat with a scratching post.

“AH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA ISAGHIHIHIHIHI!!” Bachira cried, laughing loudly into the bedroll, gripping the blankets in his fists to have something to ground himself on.

Isagi chuckled. “Yes, bumblebee?”

“TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Are you telling me, or asking for more?”

Bachira’s ears turned pink as he laughed, trying and failing to buck Isagi off of him. “MY BAHAHAHAHAHACK!!”

“What about it?” Isagi asked, grinning like a goon. He always loved making Bachira lose his grip like this; the best part was, his boyfriend had asked him to help him let go. It was a level of trust he loved and wanted to be worthy of.

Bachira tapped his palm against the bedroll. “GEHEHEHEHENTLE!!”

Isagi instantly abandoned Bachira’s shoulder blades and lightened his touch, pinching and scribbling at his sides close to his hips instead. He knew the code word well enough by now – don’t stop, but don’t tickle his worst spot, either.

“Ticklish little bumblebee,” he teased softly, enjoying the light, airy giggles he was receiving for his efforts now. Bachira looked so content and relaxed; it was hard to remember to keep going when all Isagi wanted to do was kiss him. “Giggle for me, little bug.”

Bachira snickered quietly, not even moving a muscle to stop him for a minute or so until Isagi started climbing back up to his topmost ribs and underarms.

“Ehehehehehe! Isagi…” he whined, clamping his arms down protectively.

Isagi tickled just beneath the opening to his armpits, leaning down to speak directly in Bachira’s ear. “Let me in, little one~”

“Nohohohohohoooo,” Bachira protested weakly but eventually lifted his arms enough for Isagi to get what he wanted. Then he was laughing again, kicking his legs behind him. “Ahahahahaha, Isagi, plehehehehehease!”

“Please what? You asked for this,” Isagi chuckled. “You can get out any time. You know that.”

Bachira blushed and tried to hide his face, but it was hard when he was forced to look to one side or the other for the sake of breathing. Finally, however, after another minute Isagi dared to dig his thumbs into the smaller boy’s back again while still drilling into his armpits, and finally the dribbler squealed and cried, “OKAHAHAHAY, ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Isagi let up but didn’t let go, leaning down to pepper Bachira’s cheeks with kisses, making him giggle in an entirely different way. “You’re cute, bumblebee.”

“Nohohohoho, you!” Bachira shot back.

Isagi ruffled his hair lovingly and finally climbed off of him.

He really should have realized what doing that would mean.

Bachira had him pinned on his back so fast Isagi got whiplash from the sheer speed of the maneuver, looking up at his boyfriend’s gleaming golden eyes with a shiver. “Wait, no—”

“Your turn~” Bachira giggled, giving him two seconds in which to protest if he didn’t want reciprocation. When the time was up, the smaller boy grabbed onto Isagi’s sides and squeezed playfully.

Isagi’s hands flew down immediately – he didn’t have the same self-control his partner did – and gripped Bachira’s arms as he squealed with mirth, trying to roll over but unable to go too far thanks to Bachira’s knees on other side of him.

“I just love hearing you laugh,” his boyfriend teased, grinning. “Tickle, tickle, Isagi~”

“Plehehehehehease! N-No fahahahahahair!” Isagi whined, bucking his hips when Bachira started pinching them.

“You can get out at any time~ Why don’t you say something if you want me to let you go?”

Isagi’s responding blush and more frantic giggling was the only response he got.

“Just what I thought. You wanted me to play with you! I saw it in your eyes when I came over here.” Bachira beamed down at him, suddenly darting up to drill into his bottom ribs. “Now it’s my turn to make you laugh!”

“BAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!” Isagi shrieked, bucking and squirming harder than before as his worst spot was assaulted mercilessly. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE—”

Then Bachira did something completely unexpected. He grabbed onto both wrists and shoved them above Isagi’s head, looming over him and pinning him down with a strength that was surprising to the taller boy. He tried to wriggle free, but it was pointless.

“H-How…?” he stammered, blushing under Bachira’s intense smirk.

“You like it? It makes it so much easier to tickle your ribs this way~”

And with that, the dribbler went right back to tickling his worst spot – this time without the protection of his arms or even the ability to squirm as much as before.

Isagi’s eyes went wide as he burst into laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHA BAHAHAHACHIRA!! WHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHELL?!”

Bachira giggled along with him. “The Monster told me you’d like it more if I pinned you down! Looks like he was right~”

“THE MOHOHOHOHONSTER CAN KIHIHIHHISS MY – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Now, now, Isagi. The Monster is only trying to help!” Bachira switched to vibrating his fingers into Isagi’s bottom ribs, making his boyfriend completely lose his mind laughing. The sight made the smaller boy smile, even if he was struggling to keep him in place by now.

“HEHEHEHEHEHELP WHOHOHOHO?!” Isagi cried, arching his back helplessly as his boyfriend continued to assault his worst spot with deadly precision. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE, NO MOHOHOHOHOHOHORE!!”

Bachira hummed. “You sure? You haven’t said the magic word yet!”

Isagi’s cheeks were red hot, but he managed to cackle out, “GEHEHEHEHEHEHENTLE!!” and finally gain some ticklish relief as his partner released his wrists from his grip and moved back to his sides, scribbling lightly. Isagi took a minute to catch his breath between giggles and muttered, “Y-Yohohohohou’re a mohohohohohonster in your own rihihihihight, buhuhuhumblebee.”

Bachira’s eyes lit up, and at first the taller boy thought it was because of the compliment, but then: “Call me that again.”

“W-Whahahat? A mohohohohonster?”

“No! The other thing.”

“Buhuhuhuhumblebee?”

Bachira finally slowed his tickling to a complete stop, leaning down to hover over Isagi’s face with his own. “I like hearing you say that when you’re giggling. It’s…” He struggled to find the right word, then shrugged and gave up, kissing his boyfriend with everything he had.

Isagi hummed, gripping his waist to pull him down even further, running his fingers through his hair. “Bumblebee…”

“Yoichi,” Bachira murmured in return, then kissed him again. “Thanks for always playing with me.”

Isagi smiled and brushed his cheek. “Always.”

[legs-like-jelly]

G1 Bumblebee is canonically ticklish on his back. Do with that information what you will. He's probably such a good source of giggles

oh my GOD. i bet he's a recurring victim of the tickle monster after all, it's really easy to get him if he gets distracted(he does often)

it's probably so flustering in battle when someone gets him from behind and he has to try not to burst out laughing im... im.......... chat now we have to decide who's the tickle monster

[pinkanonwrites]

Gasp i didn't know you liked tickling hehe! Do you have any ideas on human x bot tickling ideas? Seeing as how 1] humans are small enough to REALLY get deep in there and their fingers are so soft. And 2) a bot could easily hold a human still no matter how much they squirmed and struggled hehe

YESSSSSSS I ABSOLUTELY DO!!!

I really enjoy the idea of a human mechanic and a bot who is staunchly insisting that no, they are not ticklish. They're just... venting excess heat, that's it. They feel absolutely nothing about those tiny human digits skirting around the edges of their abdominal plating, feeling for any possible damage and- NO! They are NOT laughing! This is great with a really serious/uppity bot like Tracks, Sunstreaker, or Ultra Magnus.

I think mini-bots like Bumblebee and Cliffjumper love being able to manhandle their human lover with ease, pinning them in place with a single servo as they prod and tease at them with the other. Even as your feet flail and your hands scramble against his plating trying to push him away, you're as harmless as a moon mouse and he can play with you as much as he likes.

More curious, gentle bots like Hound, Beachcomber, and (TFA) Prowl are interested the differences in where humans are ticklish compared to bots. They find it charming that you're ticklish just about everywhere under your arms, not just the seams where plates overlap each other. They're welcome to playfully examine you and you are in turn, carefully learning all of the other's soft and most sensitive spots.

I'll also include some non-explicit art @archie-sunshine has been SO KIND as to draw for me in the past. Thank you Archie for indulging my predilections even when they aren't your preferred thing! <3

[tftword]

Tickle headcannons for TFA Bumblebee, please?

Thank you so much! I've been needing to write something!

Bumblebee is a little crap all around, and unluckily for the others he is actually one of the more fast bots, especially compared to muscle prime, old man medic, or friend shaped artist, he sneak tickle attacks them ALL THE TIME! The only person he can never get is prowl, if he even trys he ends up a giggling mess on the floor (prowl is 90% ler)

Bumblebee is most definitely the most ticklish out of the five (Optimus is most definitely second, being touch starved does that to you) so he goes when he thinks he can't get tickled back, contrary to popular beliefs he actually thinks stuff out when it comes to the possibility of him being absolutely wrecked

He's a small bot so his attacks are 50/50 either ending with him in the distance and his lee gasping for air or him getting absolutely wrecked for being a little crap, no in-between.

He is EVIL when it comes to teases, "I'd hate for *blank* to find out" or "wow *blank* didn't peg you for the squealing type" while he just evilly snickers

Though the biggest tickle monster he's also the biggest lee, Optimus tickling him when he has to much energy, bulkhead tickling him after he says something out of pocket, prowl tickling him when bee won't stop annoying him, and ratchet tickling him after getting under his skin. Sari tickles him just because.

His worst spots are his pedes and pede tires and his sides without a doubt, he full on screams of someone even pokes his tires.

this was so fun to write!!!

[reel-fear]

ShockBee comfort and cuddles? Maybe one of them is upset or having a meltdown from being overstimulated, so the other holds them and they're just,, being somft <3 you don't got to ofc ^^"

HEEHEE I will gladly do some Shockbee comfort and cuddles! Coming right ur way~ taking place in an au where the cons n bots r working together to protect detroit just cause-

Bumblebee always considered himself a real energetic bot, no matter what life threw his way he tried his best to remain cheerful and peppy. However, there were days when it felt like life just threw EVERYTHING it had at him suddenly, causing a hectic day for him. First it was go stop a robbery at a bank, then it was pick up Sari from school because Sumdac was busy, after that do routine check up with Ratchet, listen to Ratchet lecture you on getting more sleep and drinking less caffiene, get hit by someone on the road NOT watching where they are going, go see Ratchet again with another lecture and then Optimus tells ya you got monitor duty tonight.

by the time Bee got to sit down and stare at the blank screen in front of him, he felt like his processor was totally fried. Thank primus he took his meds today because if he hadn't he was sure he would explode. It was a hectic day he would get to follow up with a boring night.

Bumblebee was absolutely dreading it and he just tried to get comfortable in his chair and rest his helm against the desk. Maybe if he could fall asleep he could sleep through the entire thing...

"Someone looks tired..."

Bee jumped at the sudden voice before he turned around to see a familiar red optic staring down at him with concern.

"Oh geez mech, don't scare me like that..." Bee huffed, laying his helm back on the table.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay... You look like someone ran you over..."

"Yea well I certainly feel like I was ran over... Thanks for the awesome compliment though."

"Right... Sorry..." Shockwave whispered and Bee sighed.

"No, no don't be... I'm sorry I'm being crabby... I've had a busy day... And not in the fun way." Bee explained. "That's not your fault though... I just can't believe I'm gonna end this night with moniter duty!"

Bee whimpered, shaking his helm sadly before suddenly sitting up as Shockwave's claws wrapped around his shoulders.

"W-woah whatcha doing Shocks?" Bee asked and Shockwave only chuckled.

"I'm trying to get you to relax honeybee. You said you had a terribly busy day so I thought it was the least I could do." Shockwave purred, massaging Bee gently in just the right spot between his shoulder joint and the rest of his frame.

"Oh you don't have to do that b-but... Hah, well don't let me stop you..." Bee whispered, relaxing into Shockwave's touch. Tense muscles and a weight he hadn't even noticed was there suddenly seemed lifted from him.

"You know... We could use one of these monitors to watch something, surely we can afford to take our optics off one of these cameras for just a bit..." Shockwave suggested, nuzzling his helm into Bee's neck.

"I couldn't agree more... Just don't let boss bot hear about this okay?"

Shockwave nodded in agreement, picking Bee up so they could get into a much more comfortable position. One where Shockwave was sitting on the seat Bee was just on and Bee was in his lap, now sipping on a bit of coffee Shockwave brought for them to share.

Shockwave struggled not to giggle as Bee nuzzled his chest and neck, spots where he was a bit ticklish. Of course Bee didn't let that stop him in his PDA, nothing really could when he was commited to it. He wasn't even glancing at the screen as he shushed Shockwave, telling him to keep quiet so he could find something for them to watch. He couldn't help but be such a tease like that~

"H-honeybee! Cut it out w-will you and find something for us to-to watch?" Shockwave whispered through his laughter, causing Bee to giggle and shake his helm.

"Okay, okay, geez someone is impatient huh?~ Hmm... Wanna watch some garbage reality TV?"

"Don't we always just complain when we watch those kinds of shows?"

"Yeah but I love complaining when it's with you. Plus I don't want to use my brain for a while."

"Fair enough."

Cuddling Shockwave while the two of them watched some... Lesser quality shows together was exactly the kind of mindless activity Bumblebee had needed... He would lean against Shockwave's chest, hearing the soft sound of Shockwave's spark beating and feeling the warmth that just surrounded such a big frame. Every once in a while Shockwave would pause and the two of them would talk about how obviously edited a moment was or a particular person who was annoying them both.

"Can she just stop being so rude and speaking over the other girls? She keeps saying they're fogetting their manners but she's been the worst this entire season..." Shockwave huffed and Bee shook his head.

"Betcha she only made it this far because of the producers." Bee muttered and Shockwave nodded.

The show was stupid, plainly stupid and frustrating to watch at times, it was overproduced and felt like every other reality show you could find out there. At some point Shockwave had paused the show and gone off on a tangent about a topic the show brought up. Bee didn't bother to remind him of the show, he just let Shockwave go on and on. Hearing his voice always made him feel so much better after a rough day, no matter what it was he was talking about.

The way Shockwave would gesture and emote with his hands and body only made it more endearing too...

After he was done, Bumblebee giggled before asking him. "Want to stop watching for now?"

Shockwave huffed, taking a sip of their shared coffee before answering.

"Nope, let's keep going." He whispered, unpausing the video as Bee' smile only widened.

A couple more sips of coffee, more episodes of garbage TV and Bee and Shockwave were both much more lively.

"You wanna actually watch something good now?" Bee asked and Shockwave chuckled.

"I would love to honeybee..."

The rest of the night stopped being a warm haze for Bumblebee, it was instead all so clear for him, him and Shockwave were both quiet as they watched one of their favorite movies. Sometimes pausing to comment on their favorite moments or to grab snacks and a drink. At some point Bulkhead offered to take their place for the overnight job but both of them politely declined. They were having fun and though Bumblebee was still somewhat tired from his day, he was so happy it would end on such a wonderful note.

Just him and Shocks together, Bee comfortable in his lap while they shared coffee and snacks. Sunflower seeds, popcorn and pretzals, it wasn't a movie theater and it wasn't a night filled with anything but junk food.

But these quiet intimate moments between them meant everything to Bumblebee. Nobody would really know about this night or everything that happened during it, because it would be a rather boring story to tell.

But Bumblebee looked forward to another busy day, in the hopes of having an even more boring night, as long as Shockwave was there to make it magical. Just for him...

[softerbrambles]

Speedsters

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Ler!Bumblebee

Ler!Longarm (Very Brief)

Lee!Blurr

(I've only found one t-word fic for TFA and that is a damn crime, thus I made this. Blurr is totally a lee because I said so.)

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"Okay, that's not fair!"

 Bumblebee huffed looking up to see Blurr had already turned around and was waiting impatiently at the finished line.

"What? My speed?"

 Blurr asked sarcastically, not really getting why the younger was so upset.

"You're tires! I don't have those and besides, we agreed. Only robot mode, no helpsies!"

Blurr blinked then lifted his leg up and looked at the tires attached to his heels. He rolled his eyes, placing them back on the ground with a scoff.

"I technically don't have to transform in order to use these, not in any sense. They are a part of my root form which I would argue makes them an exception to the rule, or is it just that you're tired of losing to me because your frame wasn't built with the same capacity as mine. Fast though you may be my models max speed is-"

Blurr paused his rant to rapidly spin his wheels, launching forward without much effort before jumping up onto one of the nearby crates, then looking back down at Bee.

"Self-explanatory."

He finished turning away and preparing to jump off the crate and rush back inside before the golden bot could drag him into another lap, only to feel a servo grip his ankle. He yelped and tripped his upper body leaning off the crate as he turned around to see Bee holding onto his leg just above where his tires were. 

'Oh for-'

"Bumblebee, what-"

"Zippy, we're doing one more lap and these are not coming into play, got it!? I don't want to see them-..."

Blurr blinked as the shorter bot trailed off staring at his tires, Blurr began sitting back up hoping to get Bumblebee off his ankle but halted with a jolt when he felt a finger drag against his tires.

"Actually how do these things even spin, when I touch em' they don't budge but with you..?"

Blurr bit down a smile keeping his head ducked low and out of sight trying desperately to ignore the ticklish sensation running through his wheels. The last thing he wanted was Bee figuring out just how sensitive the area was, Longarm finding out had been humiliating enough.

Blurr tried to pull his leg away from Bee but yanking only wound up dragging the other with him. Blurr launched further off the edge of the crate with Bee being the only thing keeping him from falling off completely by this point. 

'Scrap, this is worse…'

Bee yelled in surprise at the sudden pull before beginning to berate the other over the sudden movement.

"Hey, warn a guy next time! You almost took me down with-"

Bee squeezed the rubber amidst the rant and Blurr just couldn't help it. He jolted and an undignified squeal tore from his voice box.

Bumblebee blinked as Blurr slapped his servos over his mouth in horror, a look of utter terror on his face. Bumblebee looked confused and Blurr felt him climb up onto the crate never releasing his grip on Blurr's legs. 

'Oh no…'

Bee straddled Blurred legs and rested his servos on top of his tires.

'Oh no no no no!'

A gentle squeeze came to the left tire and the reaction was immediate.

"AAAIIEEee!"

Bumblebee smirked and Blurr knew it was too late for him.

"Ticklish Zippy?"

That was the only warning Blurr received before Bee's fingers rapidly wiggled and scribbled across both his tires. Blurr almost screamed in response to the sensation, it wasn't quite at that volume but it was definitely loud. Loud enough that Blurr began to genuinely worry that the others would hear and walk in on this, and that thought was dreadful.

"GyyAAAAHH! N-Naaoho! Bumble- Bu- BeeEEEE! Puh- PleEEEASE!"

Blurr got cut off by a long wheeze as he felt Bee squeeze the warm rubber once more. Blurr pounced his fists against the crate in some futile attempt to get the sensations to stop, meanwhile his legs were firmly pinned down by Bumblebee's weight. Meaning Blurr was utterly trapped, and that made the feeling so much worse.

"Damn Zippy, you've got some pipes on ya'! Y'know you're a lot more fun when you like this, like, laughing instead of being a killjoy."

Blurr wanted to make a snippy remark he really did, but his tires were way too ticklish to allow it. Blurr tried pushing himself up onto the crate again but his body was still confused and weakened by his own laughter. Which made most of his pushes no more than a frantic shoves.

"Sh-shUUUHUT Ihihit! Y-yoOUU- NAAHOO! Stop ihitTT NAHahoow! I- I- I CAHAHAHAN'T!"

Blurr downright screamed when Bee's servos traveled inside of his tires, scratching and prodding at the rubber inside. That was definitely not the worse he'd felt but by the Allspark it was up there! Not knowing what else to do Blurr just frantically twisted his torso around observing his flushed face with servos as shrieking laughter poured out of him like a faucet.

Bumblebee let out an excited giggle (that did not give Blurr much hope in terms of mercy) and dug harder into the rubber, drawing out another high-pitched scream from the blue bot. An absolutely evil grin spread across his faceplates as he turned his head around to see Blurr.

"What's the matter Blurr, can't take a little bit of tickling? Imagine if this got out, the fastest bot on Cybertron can't handle it when his tires are messed with? Oh, you must be real fun during tire changes~"

Blurr couldn't respond through his tortured laughs but Bee heard the beginnings of a "Don't!" in there somewhere, and if Blurr's flushed face was anything to go by, the taunting was making it worse for him. So naturally Bee continued after a bit of brainstorming, and he came up with something down right evil.

"Oh my- Blurr I can only imagine how bad any of Bulkhead's brushes would be for you."

Blurr let out a flustered squeak, before a shrieky, giggly groan filled the air. Blurr gave up on fighting, hanging limp off the side of the crate servos covering his face so Bee couldn't see just how flustered he'd become.

Bumblebee snickered before continuing to brainstorm different ideas.

"Oh, and those feather dusters that humans use. Sponges, you'd really hate electric toothbrushes, they'd get all up in between your tire treads. Classic feathers are the same deal…Bristle brushes would be the absolute worst for you though."

Blurr grew more and more flustered at each tool listed. It really seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but then Bee slowed down. His fingers were still idly tracing over his tires which kept him giggling but now he could actually speak.

Blurr gasped and took in air desperately trying to calm his heated vents. A smile was still hopelessly stuck to his face which he hated, this whole situation was embracing beyond belief.

'At least we're alone out here. If the others saw this I would literally throw myself into the Pits.'

Bee snickered which made Blurr's head snap up quicker than it ever had before.

"I've really only touched your tires so far.."

The golden bot looked back at him with an evi gleam in his optics.

"How sensitive is the rest of ya'?"

Blurr's optics widened as a certain memory wormed its way back into his mind.

…

Longarms fingers dug mercilessly into Blurr's hips drawing out utterly tortured screams. Blurr shoved against the Prime's bulkier build to no avail, his smaller, speed focused model offered little in terms of strength.

No amount of him trying was getting Longarm to budge, forcing him to kick out helplessly. Arms wrapped around his torso, optics squeezed shut, (had he been organic Blurr definitely would've been in tears by now) Longarm merely chuckled above him.

"My, my agent Blurr. I never would've suspected you to be this sensitive, now how about we up the ante?"

Blurr was about to question how this could possibly get any worse before Longarm leaned down. He lifted up Blurr's torso and blew a long drawn out raspberry onto Blurr's waist, his vocalizer shorted out for a brief moment before returning as a long and tortured shriek of hysterical laughter.

…

Oh Pits no.

Blurr yanked his right pede out from under Bumblebee and promptly kicked him in the back. Bumblebee yelled out in pain falling forward off the crate whilst Blurr launched off it backwards. Faster than ever before Blurr raced back inside sooner than Bee could even pick himself up.

Bumblebee just looked back with a shocked look on his face…one that was quickly replaced by a devious grin. Oh, now that was tempting.