#Lee spy

[carnivorous-parasite]

Have this tf2 thought that has been plaguing my mind today (and potential fic/ficlet idea for you to steal if you feel inclined 👀):

I adore the headcanon that medic gives all the mercs check-ups, and it gives me the idea of it being spy’s turn and medic does that one thing where doctors feel your stomach to check out your organs but surprise surprise…it tickles 🤭 and OF COURSE spy cant admit/reveal that, he’s a mature adult who is NOT ticklish 🙄 but medic is not dumb and he notices and teases spy about it 🫶

“Whats the matter? What is so funny?!” “Stop moving, im trying to make sure you are healthy, mein freund!”

Spy then promptly melts into a puddle…poor fella

Anyway god bless ticklish old men *salutes*

OHOHOHOOOO 👀👀👀👀 I LOOOVE THIS I hope my writing can do it justice o wise one

Routine checkups. Medic did them once every month. However pointless or unnecessary they felt to Spy, Medic went out of his way to ensure everybody recieved theirs, and he was no exception. 

Medic pulled him from his thoughts by rather rudely snatching the cigarette from his lips. "How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in here? Especially not during a check-up, for gods sake." he scolded as he had countless times before. He knew Spy had no intention of listening, of course, but even still insisted on arguing his point. What was he if not persistent, after all?

Spy only rolled his eyes. It was a response he offered quite often. 

Not bothering to push it, Medic continued on with the current task- he knew just how impatient Spy tended to be.

He moved his hands to Spys stomach, lightly pressing his fingers into his skin, only to then have the Frenchman jerk rather suddenly away from the touch. 

"Are you alright?" Medic asked, quirking a brow, "Did that hurt?"

Spy, on the other hand, had never wanted to crawl into a hole and die more in his life.

"I'm- fine. Startled me, is all. Your hands are cold." he lied, trying his best to keep his tone nonchalant. He hoped and prayed his expression wouldn't give away the fact he was lying through his teeth. "..You may continue."

Spy cursed himself in his head for stumbling over his words the way he had. In quite literally any other scenario, he was an excellent liar, even when it came to making something up on the spot- it was part of his job, after all- so then why on earth was this proving so difficult for him?

But Medic wasn't born yesterday. He was insane, yes, but stupid? Absolutely not. This was far from the first time he'd elicited such a reaction from a teammate.

"Ah, I see. My apologies." Medic replied in the most innocent tone he could muster. The checkup could wait. It wasn't often he got to see Spy vulnerable like this- and, come to think of it, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him crack a real, genuine smile.

Medic continued, though now he was much more purposefully pressing his fingers into Spy's stomach. "Hmm, you are quite tense, though. Are you certain there's nothing wrong?" 

Spy opened his mouth to reply, but whatever he'd been trying to say was cut short by an undignified squeak as the Doctor prodded at one of his sides. If Spy had to hazard a guess, he'd say his face was just about the same red as Medic's gloves right about now.

Before he had any time to process it, Medic had started kneading at both of his sides, and he couldn't for the life of him hold back the wave of giggles that came up his throat, though his hands quickly shot up to cover his mouth in some attempt to muffle the embarrassing noise. 

"My, someone is rather giggly today." Medic grinned, as if he didn't know damn well what he was doing already. "Is something funny?"

Spy had no intention of dignifying him with a reply, much less did he trust his voice at the moment. He moved one hand from his mouth to try and shove Medic off (to no avail, of course). 

"Ah-ah, none of that, Herr Spy. I need to ensure you are healthy!" Medic chided, taking both of the other man's wrists into one hand and holding his arms firmly above his head, his free hand continuing its spidering and scribbling at his sides. "Why ever are you wiggling so much, anyway? You've never given me this much trouble."

"Doctor-!" Spy managed.

Medic paused, if only to allow Spy to speak. "Ja?"

Spy took a breath, trying to compose himself as if it would recover even a shred of his dignity. "You- this- This is highly unprofessional-"

"What is?" Medic asked coyly, resuming, moving from his sides to his stomach, sending him right back into another fit of giggles. "I don't see what's unprofessional about me giving you a checkup. You're the one being fussy about it."

His hand travelled upwards. "Do try and hold still. I need to make sure you have all your ribs." 

"What- what do you mean, 'have all of'- of COURSE I do!" Spy protested indignantly.

"We can't be sure unless I check. I'm the doctor here, Spy." He scolded, running a single finger down his ribcage. "Let's see- one, two, three.." 

Spy jerked away, biting his lip and holding his breath to stifle any laughter he could trust to escape. Medic clicked his tongue. "No, you come back here, silly! You made me lose count." 

Oh my god, Spy thought to himself, he is trying to kill me.

It took 4 more tries, but eventually, against all odds, Spy was able to hold perfectly still. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to hold his giggles, but he took the small victories where he could. Finally, Medic released his arms, withdrawing his hands. 

"Hm, everything looks good! Though maybe next time I could do without the squirming. You nearly kicked me." he scolded playfully. Spy hugged himself for protection, still just barely giggling under his breath.

Medic's grin widened. "You know, I can't help but notice you didn't ask me to stop. Not even once, in fact."

Spy couldn't argue with that, as much as he wanted to.

i. got carried away writing this one

it started as a lil ficlet and soon i was hitting 1000 words ;-; 

anyway i hope this is good???????????? i love the idea so much its so canon. feedback always appreciated <333

[helloitsghost]

Romance time y’all :0

Yeah remeber this post

S O here we is

Yeah it is tks but idc and well

It’s animated >:3

Tis became a collab with my great friend @giggly-squiggily who wrote an AMAZING fic to pair with this and yeah plz check it out and her blog she’s amazing

Anyways here’s my animation omg it was painful to edit but I’m super happy with it :3

Ima go suffer at school now byeeee

Nope nvm I got sick so I’m staying home😭

[otomiyaa]

Ticklish Loid Forger x Reader

Romantic + 34. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Requested by @fluffandgiggles for my 1K Followers Event🌻

"Hehehe! Do it again - ahahaha! Agahahain!"

You smiled. Little Anya really loved tummy tickles more than anyone. She rolled on her back, her small hands holding yours, almost like a cat hugging its owner's hand tightly in order to keep it there, rather than remove it. 

"Tickle tickle tickle!" you sang playfully, wiggling your fingers like spider legs over her belly.

"Bond too, Bond too!" Anya giggled, which was followed by an approving "borf!" from the adorable dog, eager to get his tummy tickled too, and so you did. You managed to pull your hand free from Anya's soft grip and tickled Bond's furry tummy. Bond reacted in a similar way as Anya did, rolling on his back adorably and enjoying the affection.

"Anya too, Anya too, ahahaha!" Anya squealed. Back to Anya. It was a playful loop of tickles that rewarded you with the sweetest giggles and borfs.

In the middle of all the fun and chaos, you looked up at Loid who sat on the couch reading his newspaper. Except.. he was no longer reading. He was staring at you. Not at Anya, not at Bond, you, with the fondest smile on his face.

Just as the two of you locked eyes, Anya yelled something about world peace (?) and ran into her room, together with Bond, leaving you behind in sudden silence. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, getting up to sit next to him.

Loid instantly blushed and looked back at his newspaper. "L-like what?" he asked nervously.

"Like... I don't know," you hummed, glancing down to find an opening. And oh, you found one. 

"You were looking at me like... you were longing for some tummy tickles too?" you said, and you reached for his tummy and started to tickle. Loid immediately tensed, the newspaper crumbling in his hands as he bent forward.

"Wha-What?! Hohohold on! Thahats not- ahhahha! That's not truehehe!" he laughed.

"It isn't? You weren't starting like that because you were jealous?" you teased him, not slowing down your tickle attack on him.

"Nohoho I wahahasn't!" was Loid's giggly response.

You smiled. You weren't supposed to know he was a spy, and you weren't supposed to know he was this ticklish. Yet the romantic relationship you shared with him brought you this valuable information that could endanger your life. Whether that made it less exciting to make use of? Of course not!

"Okahahay eeheh-enough nohohow!" Loid laughed, pulling up the newspaper to use as a shield and cover his cutest reactions. He yelped when you grabbed his shield and pulled it away from him.

Loid immediately curled up in defense, protecting his tummy from further harm, but you were not planning your attack on his tummy like he anticipated. Instead you grabbed both his sides and clawed, digging in and wiggling your fingers while you climbed on top of him for further control.

"HAahahah! Nohoho! N-not thahahat!

The result was so sweet and satisfying. The loudest belly laughter that could only be activated through tickling and nothing else. No joke or funny face could get Loid Forger to make such a sound with all of his voice, and you found yourself staring at him with love and fondness as he let out this uncontrollable laughter.

"You wihihin! You win ahahah!"

"Was this ever a game, then?" was your teasy reply. You caught his hand that tried to fend off yours and entwined your fingers while using your other five fingers to continuously scribble at his side and ribs, making him arch his back.

"Hahahave mehehercy!" You couldn't hold back the smile that was even hurting your cheeks at this point. He was just too cute.

Despite your romantic relationship, Loid Forger didn't actually know that you knew about his true identity. He didn't know that you were aware of how smart he really was. How strong he was. How much danger he outsmarted everyday and how many opponents he took down.

Not knowing that you knew, he seriously allowed you to overpower him like this, fighting back with little strength almost equal to Anya's. He basically lay there and accepted your playful tickle torture, paying the price with his most beautiful laughter. Oh you never wanted to stop.

But of course you should've known it was a temporary delight. It was when you noticed two pairs of eyes staring at you from the side when you stopped tickling him, and you gasped.

Bond was wagging his tail, and Anya was looking at you with huge sparkling eyes. "Anya too! Tickle Anya too!" she chirped. You sighed and shook your head fondly.

"Well, it seems I have a new tickly part time job, don't I? Will I get some assistance?" you asked Loid who was still looking so sweet and flustered. He coughed awkwardly and nodded.

"Definitely," he said before forming two claws with his hands. Anya immediately squealed and started running now that her father got involved. Loid shot you a playful glance before he got up, and he winked.

"Your turn will be after this, just you wait," he said, making you blush as you were sure that was a tiny bit of the hidden Twilight side he just showed, and you secretly couldn't wait to see more of him!

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 4 - Hide and Seek

Promt list by @tickletober 💜

[carnivorous-parasite]

Before i write a fic im going to drop a engiespy sketch bomb that im gon finish and color 💗🫶

[kdramamilfs]

PHANTOM (2023) dir. Lee Hae-young

[hyperdramas]

mr. & mrs. lee | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x fem!reader | mr & mrs. smith (2024 tv show au)

warnings: angst, angst, & more angst, kissing, some cursing (like two mentions), reader is mentioned to be taking a bath (nothing descriptive), romance, mentions of blood, arranged marriage, mentions of family issues, dark topics, mr. & mrs. smith brainrot is REAL, spoilers for mr. & mrs. smith ofc, dokyeom is really mean in this one but he's just frustrated, reader is in the wrong too, the two make up at the end, everything is okay

word count: 1,170 words (.........😭)

Tensions were high as you arrived back home, and your aching body only made your fragile mood even worse. Plus, you were covered in drying blood that wasn't yours⎯at least you were hoping it wasn't yours⎯and the pounding in your head started to become even worse.

Soaking in the bathtub, your bare body tingles with the warm ache of the lavender-infused water. Your calloused hands scrub the blood, dirt, and grime from your face and hair, and you close your eyes, leaning back as you try to calm your racing mind. The atmosphere itself is quiet, leaving nothing but the sloshing of water and the low hum of the air conditioning to make noise.

The bathroom lights were bright when you opened your eyes again, and you submerged your face under the surface, feeling the warm water surround you as you come back up. You feel a bit cleaner, more softer⎯and you step out of the tub just minutes later, towel around your body as you numbly stumble back to your room.

Seokmin's already there, undoing his cuff links as he drops one on the bedside table. His hair is messy, the style lost in the heat of the chase the two of you went on tonight⎯his deep brown eyes are tired as he strips himself of his blood-covered dress shirt, and he doesn't even blink twice at the sight of drying blood on his hands.

The two of you had yet another disagreement, and both of you thought each other was in the wrong.

The mission itself was simple: you had to confiscate a bag of money from a rich guy at his dinner party. You had your own plan⎯you wanted to rush in and make people panic, distracted from your mission that it would be simple to take the money.

Seokmin, on the other hand, wanted to take it slow⎯he wanted to work his way from the inside out, getting close to the man just to make a quick switch with a fake bag of money and escaping without a second glance.

Because of your shared disagreement, the two of you went your own seperate ways and did what you wanted to.

(Which ended up with both of you ruining almost everything and failing the mission.)

And of course Seokmin was angry he didn't get his way.

"You know, instead of just staring, you could apologize." Seokmin's smooth voice was a shock to you as you finished tugging on an oversized shirt, face still awkwardly dry from the amount of blood that painted your cheeks and neck.

"Apologize? Seokmin⎯you were the one who insisted your idea was better? We only completed the mission because I was the only one of the two of us actually thinking our actions through!" Your voice was higher than it was just a few minutes ago, and Seokmin rolled his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as he glared your way.

"I never insisted my idea was better! I just said it would benifit you to listen to someone else give you instructions for once! And look⎯I was right!" Seokmin threw his hand out, arm outstretched as he vaguely pointed to himself. "You always have to be right about something, I swear."

"Me? I always have to be right about something? Well, excuse me, Seokmin⎯but it seems like you always have to be in fucking control!" You lock eyes with him, daring him to test you: Seokmin rises up to the challenge and claps back.

"Says the one who belittles others for checking on their mothers often." You already knew that Seokmin had a wonderful relationship with his mother, but ever since he said he called her almost seven times a day, you critized him for acting like a little child.

"I don't!" You combated his accusation, and Seokmin laughed dryly, striping himself of his button-down as he frowned.

"Let's get one thing clear here⎯just because I keep a stable relationship between me and my mom, doesn't mean you can lead everyone around you to hate their mom. It's not my fault you don't call your parents, it's yours. You don't make time for them, and you keep them guessing: that's fine if it's for you, but not for me. So, unless you have something sweet to say to me that isn't along the lines of "you're stupid", "you're rash", or that i'm "fucking delusional", shut your mouth."

You fell silent after that, eyes watering with unshed tears as he threw his clothes to the corner, now doning a plain t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. The air was heavy from Seokmin's angry rant, and you could feel the choking feeling from your side of the bed.

He fell silent, sighing to himself as he turned to look at you. Seokmin's eyes were that pretty deep brown, and they sparkled with tears once he locked eyes with you. He could tell how he had made you feel, especially with the tears quietly running down your face.

Seokmin softened, heart shattering a little as he made his way over to your side of the bed, and touched your wet cheek as he kneeled down in front of you.

"I'm sorry, Min." Seokmin called you by your new name: as the two of you were now Mr. & Mrs. Lee, you had to adopt a part of Seokmin's name to make it sound natural.

"I shouldn't have said any of those things I did. They were wrong, and I know that, especially now that I see the look on your face."

Seokmin's voice was soft and mild now, and you sniffled, falling into his arms as he kissed you all over your face, nose, and neck. His lips brushed your ear as a pressed a kiss to it.

"Can you forgive me?" His question was simple, and it broke your heart as you saw how he looked at you.

Seokmin looked at you like he needed you. Like it wasn't just Mr. Lee or Mrs. Lee. Like it was Mr. & Mrs. Lee⎯the two of you.

Nodding, you smiled as you tasted tears on your tongue. Seokmin leaned down to you, pressing his sharp nose to yours before taking your lips in a kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of you.

"I thought we made a rule that stated 'no kissing after life-threatening missions'," You chuckled, and Seokmin giggled after you, tracing your kiss-swollen lips with his slender finger.

"Why did we even make that rule?" Seokmin wondered aloud, trailing your hand down his bare, toned chest as he sighed dreamily, shuddering underneath your cold fingertips.

"I don't know." He muttered, leaning in to kiss you again as you pulled away after a few minutes of kissing him softly.

"Let's just break it⎯we already broke the rule about falling in love." You smiled at your 'husband', and Seokmin smiled back, hands around your waist as he kissed you slowly again.

You think you could get used to this life. You also think you could take the air-quotes from around husband.

a/n: MR. & MRS. SMITH IS THE BEST SHOW EVER you should watch it. anyways, i had a bigger dream for this, but 1) it's 12 am and 2) i haven't written in 2-3 days...i'm really tired so this is all i could do smh i'm sorry <3 until next time lyrnation

writing for: @kstrucknet (the amazing network of kpop writers that inspired me to even start posting on tumblr)

[nepentheseeker]

Hunt for Gun ft.Anya Forger

how hunt for gun arc should have gone if PTJ wasn't a gun glazer

[toad-games]

Discord sillies prompted further fanart.

Lucy may be a vampire now, but she’d still like to finish her degree. Even if that means doing a group project with her bodyguard situationship and a prolific vampire hunter.

📝🩸📝

“I am not going to do a group project with you,” whispered Nathan, his scowl so deep it created two furrows bracketing his nose.

“Then you shouldn’t have followed me to class,” she hissed, “how long have you been stalking me?”

Nathan looked away, and for a moment she thought she saw a flash of guilt in his dark eyes. “I thought you were feeding on students here.”

“You’d probably get a good caffeine buzz if you did,” said Iliya conversationally, “and I have my suspicions about that one,” he nodded towards a boy who was talking animatedly to the girl next to him. His rapid steam of consciousness seemed interesting enough, judging by the girl’s expression, though his eyes were half lidded and red rimmed.

“If we snacked on him we’d be in for a very good time,” said Iliya with a toothy grin.

“And why are you here, exactly?” Demanded Nathan, “are you also enrolled in Introduction to Poetry?”

“I go where Lady Blackwell goes. Besides I do not need a class to enjoy poetry,” said Iliya, reclining in the cheaply upholstered seat with his arms behind his head, “but if I was, I would get A for sure.”

Anyway go play Thicker Than by @barbwritesstuff

[andi-o-geyser]

i mean that's not wrong, that bird's pretty fucking big

[carnivorous-parasite]

Shoutout to spy with ticklish palms 10/10 would run a feather over em

[bonk9999]

Affection

[sir-ballister-boldheart]

Spy x Family AU of Nimona

Ambrosius as Loid Forger

Ballister as Yor Forger

Nimona as Anya Forger

No, I shall not elaborate any further

[helloitsghost]

Tktober Day 1: Anticipation

Hola I’m doing @august-anon’s tktober now so yeeee

✨ t u m ✨ also just them I’m getting back into sxf and I’m dying at how much I love em😭

See y’all for tmrw🤌

[carnivorous-parasite]

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY HELLLPPPP IM AUDIBLY GIGGLING STIMMING ROLLING AROUND TWIRLING MY HAIR KICKING MY FEET

Hehe Done! Not that bad.. Not sure though.

Thanks for your support ! 🫶

[allnightstay]

Day 26 - Ticklish Kiss

Summary: Drunk Your decides to get playful with Loid 🤭

Lee: Loid

Ler: Yor

A/N: I'm tryna catch up here! Lol, it's already November and I've fallen behind 🤭

** I just started Season 2, so believe me when I say this is probably something that wouldn't even happen because Yor just gets too flustered with this kind of stuff xD But it would be cute <3

Also, Loid being one of the "serious all the time" characters makes me melt when I think of him in a ticklish situation ��� Enjoy!

It was a rare evening in the Forger household. With the mission behind them and Anya tucked in bed, Yor and Loid finally had some time to unwind. The two had shared a bottle of wine, and as the evening wore on, Yor’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue.

“Loid, you’re so serious all the time,” she giggled, leaning closer to him on the couch. “Don’t you ever just… let loose?”

Loid chuckled nervously. “I appreciate the sentiment, Yor, but we have to be responsible.”

“Oh come on! Just a little fun?” Yor insisted, her laughter infectious.

Caught up in her playful spirit, Loid found himself smiling more than usual. That’s when Yor’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “What if I found out one of your secrets?”

“What secret?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, “You wanna find out?”

Loid’s brow furrowed. “What are you—”

Before he could finish, Yor’s fingers danced across his neck, a gentle tease. Loid flinched, letting out a surprised laugh. “Yohor!”

“Awww no way!” Yor exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. She couldn’t help but tickle him again, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. “This is too good!”

Trying to regain his composure, Loid shook his head, a mix of confusion and amusement. “Ahaha, hehehey!” Yor stops, leaning in.

“Just relax! I promise I won’t hurt you.” Yor leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But what if I gave you ticklish kisses instead?”

Loid raised an eyebrow, trying to process her words. “Ticklish kisses? Umm well I-I..” he stutters

With a mischievous grin, Yor pressed her lips against his neck, her kisses soft yet playful. Loid’s reaction was instant; he erupted into laughter, the sensation overwhelming him. “Gah! Nahaha, Yor, wahahait! That tihihickles!!”

Yor couldn’t help but giggle along with him, encouraged by his laughter. “See? It’s fun!”

“Nahahaha okay, okahahahay, I get it!” Loid managed between breaths, still chuckling as she continued her affectionate assault on his neck.

But as Yor grew more enthusiastic, her kisses turned more intense, causing Loid to burst into another fit of laughter. “Ahaha ohohoh my gohohosh! I can’t—ah! It's tohoo much!”

“Just one more!” she teased, her lips brushing against his skin, eliciting more laughter from him. He tried to push her away playfully, but she was relentless, her ticklish kisses becoming a delightful torture.

Finally, breathless from laughter, Loid leaned back against the couch, his cheeks flushed from both the wine and the joy of the moment. “Alright, you win! No more ticklish kisses!”

Yor, still giggling, sat back, a satisfied grin on her face. “I think I prefer you like this, Loid. Less serious, more… fun!”

Loid smiled back, still recovering from the unexpected ticklish adventure. “Maybe a little fun isn’t so bad after all.”

As the two shared a comfortable silence, filled with laughter and warmth, they knew that this was a night they wouldn’t soon forget—a night of ticklish kisses and a bond that grew even stronger.