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Funfact Nr. 1: Tandemaus and Maushold are both capable of learning the Move Tickle-

Funfact Nr. 2: Iono being a Ler specially towards Larry is a Fun Concept to think about- uwu

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I have been struck with a great idea! What if Iono has a donation event on her livestream, when the donations reach a certain goal, she will get Larry to smile. Iono, of course, does not tell Larry how she will get him to smile. She succeeds and needless to say, he does feel a little less stressed by the end :)

Anon, you absolute genius! Lol! I had so much fun writing for Iono and her ecstatic personality in contrast with Larry, so I hope you enjoy the fic!

Smile, Larry! You're On Stream!

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

Characters: Iono and Larry

Word count: 1,540

Summary: Iono and Larry host a donation livestream with fun incentive goals, including one that has a secondary goal to get Larry smiling. Enjoy!

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“‘Ello, ‘ello, hola! Ciao and Bonjour!” Iono takes up the whole screen in front of the camera, waving her arms with her long yellow sleeves to all the viewers just tuning in. “Welcome to the Iono Zone!”

She plops back into her pink gaming chair, revealing not only the neon star lights behind her on the colorful set, but also fellow gym leader Larry sitting beside her in a black gaming chair of his own, attired in the white dress shirt and sky-colored tie he usually has on under his suit.

“Today we have a special guest!” Iono gestures to Larry with both of her arms, “Iiiiit’s the leader of the Medali Gym, Larryyyyyyy!” 

“Hello, everyone,” Larry responds in a monotonic voice, unfazed by Iono’s energetic enthusiasm. His eyes momentarily peek at the camera before quickly glancing away.

“We have somethin’ extra special planned for this stream!” Iono smiles with her little shark teeth. “As you probably know, the Treasure Eatery is holdin’ an event of sorts soon and they need donations to make it grand! Hence why we’re both here to help earn some sweet, sweet Pokédollars for a good cause!” Iono smirks into her sleeve and whispers to herself, “It doesn’t hurt to get those subscriber numbers up either!” She raises her voice. “Anywho! Larry and I have incentives for each donation goal we hit, which you can see on the screen, so make sure to donate! Right Larry?”

“Agreed,” the man says with a rigid posture and a small, stiff nod.

“Wowzah! We hit our next goal!” Iono exclaims.

“Then, let’s officially start the stream!” Iono cheers and begins her intro. “Your eyeballs are MINE—caught in my Electroweb! Whosawhatsit? Iono!” She motions towards her fellow gym leader again. “Aaaand Larry! Let’s go!”

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In the middle of guessing pokemon names just by a picture of their silhouettes, Iono and Larry hear the donation alert go off with a celebratory ring, followed by the audio of a joyous pikachu cry. The streamer looks back at her screen to view the numbers. 

“That was quite fast.”

“Well, the viewers really want to see the next incentive! Which is…da da da!” Iono checks her computer monitor on the side to remind herself of what’s next on the list. She giggles. “Oooh! I’m super excited for this one! Iiiit’s ‘Getting Larry to Smile!’”

“What?” Larry tilts his head to the side, more confused if anything. “Why would people want to see me smile?”

“Because you always got on that same brooding expression. We need to brighten your face up like a lightbulb!” She turns to the camera. “Isn’t that right, loyal viewers?”

Iono’s stream chat flies with excitement. It seems they want to see this as much as she does.

“Nyhohoho! That’s what I thought! So how should we go about makin’ him smile?” Iono ends her sentence with a grin towards Larry. The normal type gym leader simply sits back with tense shoulders and follows along with whatever the girl has planned.

One comment in the chat goes by saying: “Jokes!”

“Oooo, I like your thinking, Electro King!” Iono responds to the chat.

Another says: “Funny videos!”

“Yeah! Solid answers! But I’m thinkin’ of something a liiiittle different. You all want to see what I’m thinking?” Iono’s shark toothed grin grows even wider. The chat floods with yeses and “Show us!”

Larry cuts in, “Hm? What else could make someone smile other than jokes or funny videos?”

“Oh, you’ll see my dear Larry! In fact, I’ll make it a surprise! Close your eyes!”

“What?”

“C’mon! Close ‘em! You don’t want to keep all the fans waiting!”

“Alright then.” Larry does as she asks and closes his eyes.

“Coolio! So on the count of three we’re all going to surprise Larry! Ready everyone?” she says to the audience, then twists her chair to the side to face her fellow gym leader. 

“One…Two…” Iono’s smile beams. She lifts her hands up and wiggles her fingers in the air so they're visible to the camera, snickering as she does so. “Three!” she launches her hands towards his sides.

“Ack!” Larry jumps in his chair and shoots his eyes open. “Iono! What are you—” After the initial shock wears off, Larry shuts his mouth closed as a wobbly smile suddenly forms on his face. Small, huffy, but still audible giggles start to slip out of him.

“I’m tickling you silly!” Iono exclaims as her fingers wiggle into his sides through the fabric of his dress shirt. Larry wraps his arms around his middle and turns his head into his shoulder to try and hide his silly expression from view, but Iono catches a glimpse of it. “And look at that! You’re smiling! It’s a wobbly one, but you’re smiling!”

Larry buries his head deeper into his shoulder, his twitching smile only growing. “Ionohoho!”

“Buuut, I bet that smile can be even bigger!” the streamer exclaims while Larry tries to slightly twist from side to side in his chair. “Let’s play a game! It’s called ‘Find the Tickle Spot!’ Everyone watching at home can play along too!”

“Nohoho! Dohohon’t!” Larry’s giggles slowly become more audible the higher the girl climbs her hand up his sides.

“Let’s see…” Iono lightheartedly ignores his request. “How about the stomach?” The streamer moves one of her hands to his belly and Larry lets out a squeak of giggles, leaning forward in his chair to curl up his middle.

“Not bad, not bad. Now how about the armpits?” Iono shoots her hands to his underarms and Larry yelps through his giggles, clamping his arms down and rolling back in his chair a little when he kicks his legs out in reflex.

“Ooo, we’re getting close! But where else should we try?” Iono teases. She glances over at the chat, seeing a comment that says: “Try his ribs!”

“His ribs? You got it!”

“Wait! Not the—AH!” Larry bursts into deep laughter when Iono dives her hands into the bones of his ribs. The joyful sounds that were being held back now spilled through the broken barrier of his smile for everyone to hear. He falls back in his seat while squeezing his arms to his sides, squirming around in his chair and swinging his legs at the air above the ground. 

“Ha ha! We got ‘im!” Iono then scribbles around his torso at the other places she tried before, now getting larger reactions. “And it looks like that activated these other spots too!”

“Ionohohohoho!” Larry curls himself up in an attempt to avoid the girl’s hands that were like magnets to his metallic ticklish spots. Wherever he wiggled, Iono would still find a place to get him to giggle.

“You know, for someone who also hangs out with flying types, you would think that he would adapt to his ticklishness! Imagine being around all those feathers!” Iono entertains her audience with commentary while Larry continues giggling from under her fingers.

“Thehehey dohohon’t try to tihihickle mehehe ohohon puhuhuhurpose!” Larry exclaims.

“Ah, true true. Unlike me. An electric type trainer! Bzzzt!” Iono vibrates her clawed fingers into his ribs like they were thunderbolts producing tickly shocks. Larry’s laughter immediately rises in pitch and he tosses his head back into his chair.

Iono giggles at his reaction. “Zap! It’s super effective!”

“Ionohohohoho!” Larry nearly leans halfway off his seat to escape the girl's playful tickles, “I cahahan’t tahahake anymohohore! Plehehease!”

The electric gym leader chuckles. “Okay, okay. You got it friendo!” She removes her hands away and the man slumps forward. He wraps his arms around his rising and falling chest while leftover giggles still trickle out of him, before he drops back in his chair to relax.

“Sooo, how do you feel?” Iono asks with an excited lean.

Larry takes a moment to regain his breath. “Tingly…”

“No no no, not that silly! How do you feel?”

Larry glances at the girl. “Huh?”

“Well, I saw that you were a little stiff and tense being on your first stream and all, so I thought to loosen you up!” Iono explains with a grin. “So, do you feel less stressed? We need to know if the Iono secret remedy works!”

Larry blinks at the girl. He slowly sits himself up in his chair and removes his hands from his middle. His back and shoulders are less tense and his breathing becomes still. He takes a moment to examine the rest of the muscles in his body, feeling that they’re no longer ridgid. He  glances at the other gym leader, dumbfounded at how well it did the trick. “I suppose I do feel less stressed.”

“Then the donation goal, ‘Get Larry to Smile’ is complete!” Iono throws her hands up in the air. Larry huffs out a small laugh, his way of showing amusement and thanks for his fellow gym leader.

“Alright then! Are you ready to have some more stress-free fun?” Iono asks with energetic glee.

The man lifts up his head. A faint, but cheerful smile still lingers on his face. “Ready,” he nods.

Iono grins back. Her electrifying energy surges through the room, reaching to those watching from afar, and to those right beside her. “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

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“Smile for the Chat, Larry! C’mon, I need dem views! The Chat demands it!”

Finally had an Idea for a tickle-inspired Doodle for Pokemon Violet/Scarlet, featuring none other than Iono and Larry- uwu

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Some Lee!Arven and Ler!Nemona Content for y’all- uwu

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Hfjfifhfjddjdu did nobody ever notice this because THE HAND sighh

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[ jacq - pokémon scarlet & violet ]

currently replaying scarlet and fell in love with this motherfucker again

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My part for an art trade with @feathergil 🙏

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Logan Howlett/Wolverine || X-Men '97 (2024) Tickle Headcanons

This version of Wolverine is arguably even MORE of a ler (and a downright ruthless one at that) than the one from Deadpool & Wolverine. Sure, he's VERY ticklish himself, but you'd be hard pressed to find many people with the guts to actually try attacking him.

When he's feeling particularly annoyed with one of his teammates (and fighting them isn't on the table), tickling is Logan's go-to method to take them down a couple of pegs.

While he likes to act all big and tough, Logan can be pretty soft and playful when he wants to, though he tends to reserve such behavior for the youngsters (you can bet your bottom dollar he's taught more than a few students what happens when you try to prank the WOLVERINE).

Logan takes a particular pleasure in reducing Scott to tears; seeing his rival break down into giggly little pleas fills him with a downright EVIL sense of satisfaction.

"What's the matter, Bub? Can't take a couple claws digging into your sides? These aren't even my REAL ones!"

When the tables are turned, Logan puts up a good fight. He will kick, punch, curse, run. Whatever it takes to avoid that playful, vulnerable attack that is guaranteed to break through his tough exterior in minutes.

Logan is adamant that he is absolutely NOT ticklish, thank you very much! He's the WOLVERINE, after all. However, he isn't fooling anyone and pretty much everyone knows how sensitive he is.

Tag teams against Logan are common; the guy lands himself in trouble with that mouth of his and even his teammates grow tired of it at times.

All new students are eventually roped into "Tickle Logan Day" (Logan has never forgiven Jubilee for starting that stupid holiday). Once a semester, on a day randomly selected by the students, they team up to track Logan down and tickle him into a wheezing wreck. Somehow, they've even managed to get Scott to condone it, claiming that it counts as a form of training.

His worst spots are his armpits, ribs, and stomach, with his lower belly and belly button serving as KILL SPOTS. If you wanna go a easy on him, though, I would recommend his neck or inner thighs, as these will have him giggling in minutes.

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Scott Summers/Cyclops || X-Men '97 (2024) Tickle Headcanons

Scott likes to play up being a cocky ler, especially when putting lees like Logan in their place, but in reality he’s about 30% lee as well.

Jean is his favorite target, of course, and he takes care to be playful and gentle with her. Anyone else, though? You’d better run, because he’s not holding back!

In most situations, Scott’s tickles are brutal and to the point, as he usually goes after someone to get them to do something he wants (train more, run an errand, etc.).

“Training doesn’t sound too bad right about now, does it? What do you say? Ready to get to work? Or would you prefer I keep on tickling you?” Cue curse-filled screeches from Logan.

Not one for baby talk unless he’s with Jean, sticking to more casual methods of teasing like playful comments in most scenarios.

Scott doesn’t allow just anyone to tickle him; only his closest teammates dare go after him. This is, in part, because of Scott’s powers. If a ler isn’t careful enough, Scott’s glasses could come flying off in the midst of a wrecking, which could result in property damage, injuries, or worse.

Jean was the one to reveal his ticklishness to the rest of the team, an act of betrayal he has never fully forgiven her for (he secretly doesn’t mind the others knowing, he’s just embarrassed about it).

Teases get him so bad, you guys! Logan growling little threats into his ear? Kurt’s baby talk? Jean telepathically telling him all the things she’s going to do to him once they’re alone? Scott is DEAD!

His laughter actually gets super high-pitched and giggly when he’s being wrecked, mixed with little squeals and pleas for mercy.

His worst spots are his sides (specifically the dips at his waist), back and feet. When Logan found out about the back, he was over the moon about it, making a habit of sneaking up on Scott, scribbling a few fingers across the small of his back just to make the other mutant SQUEAL.

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HELLO?? I’m eating this WHOLE, this is sososossoo good!! And EUAHDHFJSK /vvpos

Little Sass Factory

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: canon typical language, Logan being ruthless and Wade being a teasy asshole

A/N: LETS GOOO DEADPOOL AND WOLVIE FIC‼️‼️ I’ve been wanting to write for these guys ever since I saw the movie y’all have no idea I am so obsessed with them right now 😞 AND A PLUS BEING THIS DOESNT NECESSARILY SPOIL THE MOVIE SOOOO YALL CAN READ IT 🙌🏻🙌🏻

I really hope y’all like this bc I cannot stop thinking about them and yapping about them to my buddies 😭🙏🏻 Like as much as I’d love to wreck these two, I cannot stop thinking about them as a ler duo so have this :]

OKAY HAVE FUN READING YALL 🫂❤️

Tag List: @prairleedog (THANKS FOR THE TITLE INSPO POOKALOOKS 🙏🏻❤️) @kittenwhiskers @cherry-bomb-blush

“Y’know what? I’m actually real excited for this! Moony has been wanting to write a thing with us for a while now! Good on her for pushing through the writers block, that shit sucks ass.”

“…What the hell are you talking about?! We’re looking for the kid, remember!?”

And that they were. They’d been scouring the apartment for like… six minutes now trying to find you. But somehow, you’d been able to consistently switch hiding spots without them noticing.

How? They had no clue. The pair wouldn’t have been surprised discovering you were also some kind of mutant but with advanced sneakiness, if that was even a thing.

Wade was actually having a bit of fun with this, whereas Logan… he was getting pretty pissed. More so than usual.

“Kid, I swear to god, if you don’t show yourself in ten goddamn seconds, I WILL start tearing this fucking place down!”

Logan crouched, his claws instantly coming out, making Wade panic.

“Woaaah, woah, woah, woah! Easy, Peanut, we’re trying to find ‘em! Not kill them, which may sound a little rich coming from me-“

“I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to be angry. The kid decided to pull that shit on us and then split. And now we can’t find ‘em.” The older man growled, his claws retracting back into his hands.

“And this is the moment we start working together!” Wade announced, an arm slung around Logan’s shoulder that most likely would’ve been sliced if he hadn’t allowed the latter to shrug it off in annoyance.

However, Logan swiftly turned at the sound of a noise nearby, his eyebrow raising as he went to check it out, leaving Wade to keep rambling about nonsense he didn’t understand.

“God, where’s Peter Parker when you need him?? Actually, I don’t think I’d mind a lil bit of Miguel O’hara…” Wade let out a long whistle.

“…Ah wait, he doesn’t have that Spidey-Tingle , fUCK-!”

The merc suddenly yelped as he was grabbed by his collar, being yanked towards where Logan was moving.

Meanwhile, you were curled up, both hands over your mouth as you tried to shut yourself up, anxious titters threatening to give yourself away.

You mentally berated that stupid floorboard that just had to creak at the slightest bit of goddamn pressure.

“Ohhh, Y/NNNNN! Come on out now, we’re not gonna hurt ya!”

The sound of the merc’s goofy teasing made you snicker even more, but when you heard how close Logan’s voice was to the closet, you froze.

“Why the hell do you have to talk like that?”

“Whaaat? It turns up the fun knob a little bit! And I know they can hear meeeee!” Wade crooned in that same sing-song tone, followed by an unamused huff from Logan.

“We’re gonna getcha, we’re gonna getchaaaa!”

God, could they just get out the room?? You had to throw them off again and fast. During your panicked inner monologue, you were soon met with… silence.

You relaxed, knowing you must’ve had an opportunity.

…At least you did until you realised something. When the hell is it ever quiet when those two are together?

Then, you heard a hushed voice coming from outside the closet door.

“Ladies and gents, this is the moment you’ve waited for…”

…Oh, fuck.

Without warning, the closet doors were swung open by Wade, and the merc jokingly vocalised (very off-key too) while throwing his arms up with a flourish.

“WOOOAAAAAH!”

As you yelped in fear and dashed out the closet, Wade laughed and made a glance towards… well, air.

“If ya know, ya know!”

You quickly slipped past Wade, also laughing as you ran out the door to the room you’d been hiding in.

“Yohou’ll never take me al- ACK-!”

You yelped again as two strong arms wrapped around your torso, hoisting you up and off the floor.

…Shit.

“And just where do you think you’re goin, bub?”

“Wait, wahahait! Logan, hohold on-“

“No no no no no, I’m not waiting for anything.” Logan interrupted, carrying you back into the bedroom. “Not after you pulled that shit.”

“Oh, whahat? A little bit of water?”

“I wouldn’t say the rubber band on the sink trick counts as a little bit of water, Y/N.” Wade snickered, crossing his arms and smiling proudly at the fact you’d been caught.

“Come ohon, it wasn’t that bahAD-!” You yelped again as you were tossed onto the bed, still giggling. “Whahat’s the matter? Couldn’t shake the water off, kitty cat?”

The older hero scowled threateningly at you, ignoring Wade who sniggered at the joking insult.

“What?”

“You heheard me!”

Just as Logan was about to full on lunge towards you, Wade grabbed him.

“Hey, hey! Easy now, boy.” The merc spoke like he was talking to a feral dog, making Logan glare at him and growl.

“God, what now?”

“We gotta approach slowly! It builds up anticipation…” As Wade spoke, he began slowly approaching, carefully clambering onto the bed. “And proves to this little prankster how royally fucked they are!”

And it was working. Your giggles soon turned nervous, and you curled up, attempting to shy away from Wade (but not actually putting a lot of effort into getting away, much to Logan’s surprise and Wade’s amusement).

“And theeeen I’m juuust gonnaaaaaa…”

Suddenly, the merc’s arms swiftly looped under your own, lifting and leaving your, well, everything pretty much exposed and unable to be protected.

“Go on, boy! Gettem! Gettem, boy!”

Logan’s fury was way too fuelled by Wade’s stupid comments to even allow you to get a word in edgeways, instantly lunging forwards before digging and vibrating his claw-shaped hands right into your ribs.

“OhoH SHIHIHIT-! L-Logan, gehet OHOHOFF-!” A squeal left your mouth as you burst into frantic giggles and tried to kick, only for the older man to firmly shove right back at your legs, rendering you unable to fight back.

“God, will you just- quit the kicking?” Logan growled, a surprising air of playfulness behind it as he shot his hands right down to your thighs, firmly kneading there.

Despite already squealing your ass off, you couldn’t help but make a quip.

“Mahahaking biscuits reheally isn’t gonna hehehelp you beat the kitty allegahations, buhud-!”

Another low grumble filled the room, before Logan turned his head to Wade.

“Shut the kid up.”

“Roger that!”

Wade did a dumb salute before unhooking his arms from under yours to wiggle his fingers right into your armpits.

“Getchagetchagetcha!”

“AAAAHHHHHAHA DAMMIHIHIT-!” You practically shrieked, your giggles instantly shifting into full blown laughter as you pinned your elbows to your ribs, trying to squirm away but failing thanks to that iron grip Logan had on your legs.

“Ooh! I think I got a killer spot here, Logan!”

“Hmph, that’s nothin. Watch this.”

Logan earned another screech by mercilessly drilling his thumbs into your hips, making you buck instinctively and cackle uncontrollably.

“Nuh-uh! Armpits are the killer!” Wade protested, the merc speeding up his tickles on your underarms.

“Fat chance! They’re like a banshee when you get ‘em here!”

You wanted to protest, but all you could focus on were those hands attacking your weak spots.

Eventually, you felt them thankfully let up.

…For now, anyway.

“Now, Y/N. There is a way we can squash this beef, y’know.”

Logan sighed at Wade’s words, never understanding this ridiculous slang he dropped into conversation like it was nothing.

“Maybe a simple phrase such as… ‘I’m sorry?’”

“I can do one better.” Logan interrupted. “How about ‘I’m sorry I was a jabbering little sass factory who had the audacity to pull a dumb fuckin prank on people who didn’t do jack?’”

While catching your breath, you sealed what was basically your death wish.

“Oh, yeheah, Captain Caveman? Wheheres your helicopter cluhub, you gonna hit mehe with it?”

Logan fell silent again… while Wade couldn’t help but let out a wheeze at the quip.

“Ohoh, my god! Baby’s first character comparison joke, I’ve taught you so well..!” Wade sniffed dramatically, wiping a fake tear of proudness from the corner of his eye.

However, he froze once he heard you mutter something else.

“Thahat’s right, Mr Clehean-“

A strong gasp of offence left the merc as he placed a hand on his chest, while Logan gave him a smug look at not being the only one who was insulted.

“I beg your finest fucking pardon?! You think that’s any way to talk to Marvel Jesus and his very hairy disciple here!?”

Logan gave Wade another unamused glare.

“Y’know what?”

Wade then swiftly grabbed you again.

“Give ‘em the whiskers, Peanut!”

“They’re not whiskers, they’re muttonchops, you dumb fuck.”

“Same thing! Or shall I pull the move and do a much better job as always?”

The older man snarled, lowering his head down.

“I’ll show you who does it better, asshole…”

“Okay, wait, wahait-! W-What mohove is thiHIHIS-?!”

You cut yourself off with yet another shriek as Logan suddenly blew a giant raspberry right against your stomach, the added sensations that his facial hair provided making you near silent laughter.

It was clear that Logan was basically taking out all his pent up annoyance at Wade on you, and good god it tickled super bad.

And Wade? He was being no help either, as usual.

“Awww, wook at the giggwy wittle baby! Are the Badger Berries making their tummy all tickly? And are they having the time of their life? Yes, they are! Yes, they aaare!”

…Asshole. (Even if he was right.)

You did pride yourself on lasting about five raspberries (Wade could only ever really handle two), but you eventually had to tap your hand against one of Wade’s arms that were still hooked under yours.

“Okahay, Logan. Give em a rest.”

Despite his annoyed hesitance, Logan leant back up, allowing you to get your breath back in shaky pants.

“Geheez… you twoho are juhuhust..!”

“We’re waiting, kid.”

The older man interrupted, giving you a playful but threatening look.

“Fihine… I-I’m sohorry..!” You sighed, your face red as anything as you blinked away little tears that had pricked in the corners of your eyes.

“There we go! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Wade teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, in which you just rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, we better get ready for round two, huh?”

…Uh oh.

“WHAT?! B-Buhut I apologised!”

Wade did a pretend ‘apologetic asshole’ wince.

“Yeah… but this attack was more only to get you to apologise. This one is to actually teach you a lesson!”

“But thahat’s bullshit-!”

“Well, it’s a good thing we don’t give a fuck.”

Logan shared a look of pure mischief with Wade.

“Let’s gettem.”

And just like that, you were screaming and laughing the apartment down once more, as Logan nuzzled his furry face right into your belly again, pretending to eat it and growling playfully while Wade wrapped his arms around you and blew a raspberry right into the crook of your neck.

Yeah… you were gonna be here for a while.

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Steven Grant || Moon Knight (2022) Tickle Headcanons

Steven is a big ol' lee, folks! Sure, he can be quite the tickle monster when the right mood hits him, but for the most part he finds himself on the receiving end of things. If I had to be specific, I would say he's about 90% lee and 10% ler (MAYBE 80% lee).

When he DOES go into tickle monster mode, it's exclusively for Layla, Marc, and (on very rare occasions) Jake. He will only tickle those he is very close to, as he finds the whole subject of tickling to be rather awkward otherwise. The man is too polite to launch a tickle attack on just ANYBODY.

Super playful, cooing over his lee's reactions and laughing along with them. When he teases, it's a mixture of baby talk (Steven is an adamant user of "coochie coochie coo" and similar phrases) and little compliments about his lee's laughter, reactions, etc.

His tickles tend to be gentle and quick, his fingers spidering across sweet spots in a manner so light it can almost feel like you're being attacked by a barrage of feathers. Only on rare occasion does he bust out the meaner attacks like digging and squeezing (these are almost exclusively reserved for Marc).

Once he's done wrecking you, expect to be doted on. Need water? Steven is off to the kitchen before you can blink. Want post-tickle cuddles? He's on it!

When the tables are turned, Steven becomes a wreck in a matter of minutes. The poor man will start to giggle and beg before you have even touched him, hands raised in a vain attempt to defense himself as a giddy smile decorates his features.

The day that Marc figured out he could take control of Steven's arms to make him tickle himself, it was all over for the poor guy. He never knew peace again. Knowing it is his own fingers destroying him is almost more flustering than if Marc tickled him himself, reducing Steven to a blushing, squealing puddle.

"Nonohohohooo, wait! Layla, Layla please! Marc, Jake, one of you take the body, quick! Shihihit, LahahahaylaHAHAHAHAHA!"

Any kind of tickling works on Steven. Quick, gentle touches? The man will be giggling up a storm! Rough digging? Expect some downright DESPERATE cackles! RASPBERRIES? Well, you might as well just kill him now to put him out of his misery (just kidding, he loves every second of it)!

His worst spots are his ears, neck, ribs, and hips (he shares the ears and hips with Marc and Jake). Pretty much any of those spots will get him begging in seconds, but if you count his ribs or nibble his neck? Those are an INSTANT KILL!

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Remy Lebeau/Gambit || Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) Tickle Headcanons

So, in my humble opinion, Remy is predominantly a ler but doesn't mind the odd wrecking here and there. I mean, did you SEE the way his fingers twirled his playing cards about? Those are PRIME tickle tools, my friends, and that accent he's got would work WONDERS for teasing!

The main instigator of tickle fights amongst the rebels. While he loves going after Johnny the most because he is so easy to fluster and so horrifically ticklish, if he wants a challenge, Remy will target Laura, Elektra, or Eric as well.

Once he starts to bond with Wade and Logan, he is just as happy to go after them as well (especially Wade because you KNOW the guy provokes him).

“Aaw, what’s the matta? Can’ take a bit a’ ticklin? That’s too bad, ‘cause I don’ feel like stoppin’ anytime soon!” (Apologies to those with a Cajun accent, I’ve never written one before and it shows.)

His tickling is quick and precise. The moment he hones in on a sweet spot, Remy is going to exploit it. He’ll start off relatively soft at first, but as time goes on and you get more and more hysterical, expect an increase in ruthlessness.

Remy is one of the few lers who can (mostly) handle the taste of their own medicine. He’s stubborn and playful, taunting his ler through snickers and sneaking in the occasional cheeky jab at their own ticklishness (a move that flusters Johnny to no end).

If you wanna wreck him real good, you need to zero in on the sweet spots quickly and show no mercy. Don’t worry, the man had stamina for miles, he’ll be able to take it (at least for a while).

Teasing doesn’t work on him too well. At best, it might earn you some light blushing or a flustered giggle from the man.

Remy can’t STAND mouth tickles in the slightest. Be it raspberries, tickle bites or kisses, they all drive him up the wall with laughter.

His worst spots are his neck, sides, hips, and feet. In fact, the only form of teasing that actually seems to get to him in any major capacity is counting his toes; the poor guy will BEG.

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Wade Wilson/Deadpool || Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) Tickle Headcanons

Everybody knows this cocky bastard is ticklish (he isn’t exactly shy about it). However, fear of his inevitable revenge usually keeps potential tickle monsters at bay.

Always eager to ham it up, Wade loves teasing his lees as he wrecks them. Baby talk, casual observations about a lee’s sweet spots, feigning an attack just to pull back at the last second; nothing is off the table for him.

“Aaaw, does little Wolvie have a ticklish tummy? Is it real bad? Ooh, you aren’t even trying to kill me! Do you like this, Peanut? Does it get ya all giggly?” Cue flustered curses and threats from Logan.

Wade’s tickling is sporadic and relentless, fingers always seeking out new ticklish spots to exploit, darting away the instant you try to make a grab for his wrists. Once he has his hands on you, it’s basically GAME OVER.

Not above cheating in a tickle fight, if the need calls for it. After all, rules are meant to be broken, right?

When the tables are turned, Wade fluctuates between a cocky, confident front and giggly, hysterical begging, depending on who is wrecking him and how screwed he thinks he is.

“Wahahait wait wait, we can talk about this right? Come on, you know I-” Insert frantic screeching as Logan lunges for his sides.

While Wade is predominantly tickled by Logan, Vanessa, and Peter, pretty much EVERYONE in his life has taken a crack at it at some point. I mean, who could resist the chance to knock him down a few pegs, am I right?

Rough tickles work the best on him, so if you really want to get him cackling, dig into a sweet spot and hold on for your life! Be warned, he’s a fighter!

His worst spots are his armpits, thighs, and kneecaps. If you want to utterly destroy him, target more than one of these spots at once. I promise you, he CANNOT handle it.

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Deadpool as a ler headcanons!!

So since Deadpool is trending now again my stupid lee ass couldn't resist but to think of a few headcanons of him as a ler 🤭 Enjoy!

- He would definitely take advantage of the fact that you're ticklish and would attack you when you least expect it

- He would totally say something like "Here comes the tickle monster!"

- He's an absolute tease. He's got the wiggly fingers, the little evil giggles, the whispering teases into your ear whenever he can like "tickle tickle tickle!" or "coochie coochie coo!"

- He doesn't start tickle fights, he starts tickle WARS

- He's literally so unforgiving, poke him once and he's gonna tickle you for hours

- He would randomly tickle you just to tease you/just for fun or just to see you smile <3

- But after the fun he would check on you to make sure you're alright and still alive haha

I think that's all for now 😌 Lemme know in the comments if you have any headcanons for him as well!!

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Pick On Someone Your Own Size || Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) Tickle Fic

Summary: Wade is tired of Logan constantly poking fun at Mary Poppins' appearance and decides to teach the man a lesson. Unfortunately for Wade, Logan is more than capable of teaching a few lessons of his own.

Warnings: Canon-typical language and allusions to violence.

Requested by the lovely @just-a-fluffy-knight!

Wade liked to consider himself a patient man (he was, in fact, the farthest thing from it). However, there was only so much injustice one man could witness before he was obligated by the universe to intervene, and Wade was quickly approaching that point with Logan. Why, you may ask? Did Logan drink the last of the beer and forget to buy more? Did he leave the toilet seat up when Vanessa came to visit? Did he beat Wade in a particularly nasty game of poker?

Yes, he had done all of those things, but what was REALLY grinding the mercenary's gears was Logan's insistence on making fun of their newly acquired canine friend.

“It looks like a rat with fucking mange.”

“Did the poor little batard get dropped as a puppy or something?”

“She’s staring at both of us at once, that’s creepy as shit.”

“Seriously, that is the ugliest fucking dog I’ve ever seen.”

One or two, Wade could deal with, but he simply could not stand by and allow his precious little angel to continue being subject to such a brutal assault on her cuteness. No, it was time to make a stand!

“Alright, that’s it!” Wade sat straight up, turning to face the perpetual grump currently lounging a few feet away at the opposite end of the couch. “I’ve had it up to HERE with the bullying, mister! Haven’t you watched those cheesy PSAs they used to air on Disney Channel?”

Logan averted his gaze from the television, his eyebrows raised. “The fuck are you talking about?” He rumbled.

“You know what I’m talking about!” Wade retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at the other man. “You’ve been ragging on our poor, sweet Mary Poppins all week!”

“The dog?” Logan asked, clearly exasperated.

“Yes, the dog! Quite frankly, I’ve had enough of the ableist comments about her cute little mug, Peanut.”

“You honestly think that THING is cute? You’re more delusional than I thought.”

At that moment, Wade made a lunge for Logan. He knew it was stupid, he really did. He knew it was practically a death wish, but damn it, he never claimed to be a smart man, okay? By some work of god or luck, the mercenary had seemingly caught the other off guard, with Logan letting out a loud yelp as he was forcefully pushed back against the sofa cushions.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” He growled, eyes narrowed. “Get the hell off of me!”

“No can do, bucko. I think it’s time I taught you some manners.” Wade retorted, hands working to fend off Logan’s attempts to push him away. “Would you hold still? Fucking hell, I haven’t even done anything yet!!”

A snort tore from Logan’s throat, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You? Teach ME some manners? That’s fucking rich!” His hips gave a particularly harsh buck, nearly dislodging Wade in the process. The mercenary yelped, torso flinging forwards as his hands instinctively latched onto Logan’s sides for support.

At that precise moment, something downright MAGICAL happened, dear readers. A high-pitched, startled sound erupted from Logan’s lips, accompanied by widened eyes and hitched breathes from both parties.

A giggle.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, fucking giggled.

The two stared at each other for a moment, neither moving or uttering a word. Then, a gigantic grin bloomed across Wade’s face, and Logan felt his heart jump into his throat.

“Oho, what do we have here?” Wade crooned, fingers still latched onto Logan’s torso but remaining unmoving. “Doth mine eyes deceive me, or did you just-”

“I didn’t do shit, you’re just hearing shit, ya nutcase.” Logan growled, steeling his features as he held Wade’s gaze with as much confidence he could muster. “Just get the fuck off of me, you fucking prick!”

“Nooo, I definitely heard something!” Wade’s excitement was growing by the second, and Logan didn’t like it one bit. He gave the X-Man’s sides another quick squeeze, and while Logan was prepared enough to hold back any noises this time around, he still gave a sharp flinch at the touch. “Holy fucking shit, Batman! You’re ticklish, aren’t you? Aaaw, isn’t that just precious?” He cooed with delight.

“I swear, if you don’t-” Logan started, his lips slamming shut as Wade’s fingers began to wiggle into his muscular sides, squeezing just above the hips every so often. Shit, he couldn’t let WADE of all people break him with something so fucking stupid! He would never hear the end of it! Logan took a desperate swipe at Wade’s ribcage, claws sliding out in preparation to dig into the merc’s flesh, but Wade was a step ahead of him, immediately taking the opportunity to dig into the newly exposed armpit.

Well, fuck.

“Shihihihihihihit!” Logan cursed loudly, slamming his arm down in an attempt to protect the sensitive spot but only succeeding in trapping the mischievous fingers there.

“I knew it! The big, bad badger is tickwish, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” Wade crowed, talking to the other as if he were talking to a baby. Logan felt his cheeks warm as he tossed his head from side to side, their shade no doubt rivaling the red of Wade’s suit.

“Shuhuhuhut up!” Logan snapped, hating the way a barrage of giggles immediately interrupted his words the moment he opened his mouth. “Lehehehet go, motherfuhuhucker!”

“After all of those cruel, cruel things you said about dear Poppins? Ooh no, I think you’ve earned yourself an EXTENDED session with the tickle monster, tough guy. Besides, do you HEAR yourself right now? You’re way too cute to just STOP!”

“I’m nohohot fuhuhuhuckin’ cuhuhuhuhuhute! I’ll kihihihihill yohohohou!” Logan threatened, chest shaking with titters as a soft wheeze rang through the air. “Cuhuhuhuhuhut it ohohohohout!”

Wade was most certainly NOT going to cut it out. Damn it, there was a certain group of people on their internet whose mouths would WATER at the chance to reduce THE Wolverine to such a giggly state, and by god, Wade was going to do just that (in their honor, of course). His fingers spidered up to Logan’s ribs, beginning to scratch between each bone as he counted loudly. “One ticklish wittle rib, two tickwish wittle ribs…”

Logan’s cheeks turned a few shades redder, his laughter increasing in pitch in a manner the man found downright mortifying. “Shuhuhuhut up, shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup, shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup! Fuhuhuhuhuck!” His legs kicked frantically against the couch, claws digging into the cushions as a snort tore through his giggling.

Wade couldn’t hold back a cackle of his own. “Oh my god, was that a SNORT? You SNORT? Are you sure you aren’t a pig instead of a badger?” He smirked, giving up on counting in favor of taking his fingers back down Logan’s ribcage towards his stomach. “What’s the matter? All these muscles not helping too much in the ticklish department? Does this make you wanna squeal real good? Come on, Peanut, squeal nice and pretty for me!”

Logan let out another loud wheeze, back arching before crashing back onto the sofa, laughter pouring out of him in waves as Wade began to ruthlessly claw at his stomach. “FUHUHUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAP, YOHOHOHOHOU ASS!” He howled, eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he desperately attempted to suck in his stomach. “DAHAHAHAMN IT, NOOOOHOHOHOHOOO!”

Wade grinned wolfishly, his tickling picking up the pace at Logan’s increased hysterics. “Uh oh, it looks like we’ve hit a sweet spot! Does the wittle badger have a tickwish wittle tummy? Does he?” He crooned. He was SCREWED when Logan inevitably freed himself, he knew that, but Wade was okay with digging his own grave. The chance to make the big grump SHRIEK was just too enticing.

The feeling of a finger wiggling in his navel was what finally did it. Logan let out a downright precious squeal, laughter going wild as he wrenched his hands upwards (now claw free), seizing Wade by the hips and flinging him backwards. The mercenary’s back his the arm of the couch, eyes wide with shock. “Alright, alright! Calm down, buddy! Let’s save the rough stuff for the bedroom, yeah?”

Logan collapsed back against the cushions, panting as his arms instinctively wrapped around his still tingling torso. His eyes narrowed, an effect completely ruined by the lingering laughter at his lips. “Fuhuhuhucking hell! What was that for?” He huffed.

Wade gave a little shrug. “Well, at first it was to make you stop being such a jackass to our beloved canine friend, but then you just had the cutest little giggle and I just couldn’t help myself.” He grinned coyly. “Don’t act like you weren’t having fun! You could have stabbed me at any time, but you didn’t, did you? Because you liiiked it!”

The X-Man felt like his ears and cheeks were on fire, and he wanted nothing more than to shut the prick up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to kick Wade’s ass (perhaps because the mercenary’s words held a bit of truth to them). After a moment, however, Logan returned Wade’s smile, although his had a FAR more intimidating undertone. “You like tickling me so badly? Let’s see how you fucking like it, huh?”

As Logan slowly began to move forward, looking downright MENACING with that gleam in his eye, Wade felt his heart start racing. Instinctively, he raised his hands as he attempted to stand up, only to be immediately tugged back down as Logan took ahold of his wrists. “Now, Logan! W-We can talk about this, right?” He chuckled nervously. In the blink of an eye, Logan had him pressed on his back against the couch, smirking down at him in a manner that was downright villainous. “Gee, if you wanted to be on top so badly, you could have just-”

“You just never know when to shut up.”

Fingers dug into the mercenary’s sides, clawing and wiggling with sheer ruthlessness in their mission to make Wade SHRIEK. In mere seconds, they succeeded.

“Fuhuhuhuhuhuhucking Christ! Hohold on, hold ohohohon! Waaaaahahahahait!” Wade squealed, clumsily fumbling for Logan’s wrists as he immediately burst into a wave of high-pitched giggling.

“Jesus, you couldn’t even last a second? I knew you’d be bad, but this is fucking ridiculous.” Logan chuckled, delighting in the way Wade collapsed with titters at the assault on his sides. “Looks like someone can’t take a taste of his own medicine, can he? And you said I’M the ticklish one…”

Wade shook his head, wishing for the security of his suit as he felt his cheeks turning a bright red. “Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Dohohohohohon’t! Eeeeehehehehahahahaaa!” He forced out, eyes squinty with giddy mirth. “Y-Yohohohouou are SOHOHOHO muhuhuhuch wohohohohorse!”

Logan raised a brow. “Still sassing me? You have no sense of self-preservation, do ya?”

Wade let out a borderline SCREECH as Logan’s hands found their way into his armpits, arms snapping down in a frantic, vain attempt to protect themselves. “OHOHOHOHO SHIT! N-NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! CUHUHUHUT IT OHOHOHOUT!” Wade giggled shrilly. “Y-YOHOHOHOU’LL MAHAHAKE ME LOOK BAHAHAHAD IN FROHOHOHOHONT OF THE REHEHEHEADERS!”

“I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about, but this seems like a good spot. How about we stay here for a bit, yeah?” Wade WAILED as one of Logan’s hands decided to dart down and experimentally squeeze one of his thighs. “Or how about right here? Vanessa mentioned these being SUPER FUCKING TICKLISH at the Christmas party back in December.”

“SHEHEHE DIHIHIHIHID WHAHAHAT?!”

“I’m just fucking with you, it was a lucky guess, and a pretty damn good one going by that reaction. Now, let’s see if I can tickle a fucking apology out of you for your little stunt, shall we?”

“BRIHIHIHIHING IT OHOHOHOHOHON, PIGLET!”

“Oh, you’re playing that card again? You SO deserve this now..”

“Wahahahait, what are you doing? Lohohogan, Logan nohohohohooo! Dohohohon’t you fuhuhuhucking do it! I’ll kill you, motherfucker! LohohoGAHAHAHAAHAHAAAN!”

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(suggestive language but the tickling is sfw and fluffy lol it’s just deadpool being deadpool NSFW DNI)

the idea of Lee Wade is so fucking cute but also he would scream out the most heinous shit he could think of to distract someone or drive the attention away from himself LMAOO.

like my girlfriend remarked he’d be like “oh why don’t you tickle somewhere else” before he erupts into laughter and honestly I was in stitches over that

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