#Ler!Double D

[rainbowwing251]

Fuck it, Edd/Double D Tickle Headcanons

Yeah, I couldn’t resist anymore, I had to post these headcanons I came up with for Double D. Going to put this under Read More because this shit is going to be long as hell.

The most ticklish of the Eds. Like holy FUCK is this guy ticklish.

His entire torso and waist is ticklish along with his armpits and ears, but his ribs are his death spot. Tickle him there and he’ll instantly be hysterical and fall to the floor.

Everyone in the cul-de-sac has tickled him for some reason or another.

Is he rambling on and on about an invention he made? Eddy tickles him to shut him up. Is he rambling out of anxiety? Ed immediately drops everything to tickle him until he calms down. Has he been snarky/sassy all day? Eddy wrecks his shit. Is he doubtful of a scam? Eddy wrecks his shit. Is he refusing to go along with a scam? Ed and Eddy tickle him until he gives in. Want to find out what he’s hiding under his hat? …well he’s not going to tell you, but tickle him anyway!

There are a million reasons to tickle Double D, that’s all I’m saying.

A single touch will cause him to fold up like paper. Probably literally given the physics seen in this show, but he’ll try to curl up regardless.

If not curling up, sneaking up behind him to poke him in the side will cause him to fly into space.

Pinning him down is not even a challenge. He’s the weakest of the Eds in terms of physical strength, so much so that even Jimmy could pin him down and he wouldn’t be able to get away. Tickles aren’t even necessary in order to pin him down without a struggle, but the kids do it anyway because torturing him with tickles is funny to them.

He’s so fucking squirmy that it’s hilarious. He’s essentially a ticklish little worm when he’s not pinned down.

He’s twitchy too. If you were to put your hands on his stomach or ribs and not move an itch, you’d feel his body twitch and tremble every second due to the anticipation he’s feeling.

His laugh is the cutest laugh anyone in the cul-de-sac has ever heard in their lives. It’s mostly little giggles and titters with a few full belly laughs in between.

He’s incredibly squeaky too. He tries so hard to not let out squeaks when he feels someone’s hands on his ribs or tummy, but he succeeds only 25% of the time.

If he lets out a particularly loud squeal, he hides his face in his hat out of embarrassment.

Speaking of his hat, when he’s in a lee mood or someone tries to tickle his ears, he tends to hide away in his hat. While it does protect his ears from tickles, it does not protect him from the laughter of all the other kids when they figure out why he’s hiding in the first place, nor does it protect him from Ed randomly deciding to throw him over his shoulder and carry him away to a secluded space to tickle him.

He occasionally snorts when he laughs, which is even more embarrassing to him than squealing. Kevin and Eddy have laughed at him for this at least once.

He actually makes a lot of funny noises in general while he’s being tickled. He can’t help it, it’s like his brain is short-circuiting!

He shakes like a leaf when he’s in a lee mood. He has no idea how to deal with this without flustering himself until he melts into a puddle on the ground, but God damn it, he wants to be tickled so badly!

He’ll be super blushy too. Ed always believes that Double D has a fever whenever he’s like this, but Eddy knows better.

Cannot hear the word tickle when he’s in a lee mood. If anyone says it, regardless of who it is, he’ll fall over like a plank of wood. Eddy loves to abuse the shit out of this.

Double D as a ler through? Terrifying.

His intelligence means that he’s memorized all of the cul-de-sac kids’ worst spots, all of the teases that make them crack, and all of the tools that make them scream with laughter if applicable.

Because of his lack of physical strength, he depends on attacking his lee’s worst spots to keep them trapped under him.

He loves to conduct tickly experiments using all different kinds of tickle tools to see which ones make his lee laugh the hardest or the loudest.

He experiments with teases too to see which ones are the most effective.

When the experiments are done, he writes down everything he learned and hides it somewhere where someone like Ed or Eddy can’t find them. He may be an evil ler, but he doesn’t want this information to fall into the wrong hands.

Of course, while he’s tickling someone, he’ll tell them about tickling. The terminology, the reasons why certain spots are more ticklish than others, how tickling can help friends or family members bond with one another, all of it. It’s like he’s having a completely normal conversation while the lee is dying of laughter.

It gets worse for the lee if he decides to target specific spots while he talks about them.

Teases and the word tickle do not phase him when he’s in a ler mood. Needless to say that pisses Eddy off and scares the crap out of him at the same time.

If he wants revenge, he will come up with a legitimate strategy to get a satisfying amount of payback. He’ll draw entire diagrams, make entire lists of teases and/or tools, and write step-by-step produces on how he’ll get back at his target.

He can’t help but laugh along with anyone he tickles, even when he’s getting revenge. Normally he wouldn’t be entertained by anything he considers to be silly, but tickling is the one exception.

That being said, for him, entertainment doesn’t come from tormenting anyone with tickling, but with trying to forge a closer bond with someone if that’s possible for him to do.

Overall, ler Double D can be scary but friendly. There is one problem however… can he run away before his lee recovers and gets revenge on him?

…no. Most of the time the answer is no.

[veryblushyswitch]

I FOUND THIS ART AND I’M SCREAMING-

Double D is so adorable oh my gosh I can’t 😭💖

[sneakygoldie]

uh did this ig

kinda scared to post it >///<

[giggly-squiggily]

AHHHH SQUIGGLY I LOVE YOUR EVENT :3

Okay okay this is my time to SHINE I have many headcannons floating around right now. So, here’s one :D

Uzui CANNOT Look people in the eye when he’s being tickled. It’s the one thing that flusters him. Teases? He’s fine, he’ll tease back or insult the person. Baby talk? He baby talks right back or just calls the person a giant baby. But making eye contact? This man is blushing instantly, even the tips of his ears flush a light pink.

So may I ask that you use this headcannon for a Lee! Uzui ler! Of your choice? Thank you, take your time and feel free to decline my friend!

*Kicks feet and giggling in hands* Oh how I love Lee!Tengen! A gem that one- I decided to go with something not too new but not too used: Uzusane! Tensane? Big boy and puffer man. Windchimeshipping. Flashy Farts. The pairing @myreygn likes. Tengen and Sanemi :D

“Look at me, Uzui.”

“Mmhmhmhmhmhm! Neheheh-Neheheehohoohoho!” Tengen couldn’t. It was impossible. His number one weakness- being exploited by the person he least expected.

“I’m not gonna ask you again. Look. At. Me.”

Okay- maybe he did expect it from them.

“Nehehehehehever! Aheahhahahha, I cahhahahahn’t!” He choked through laughter, arms half bent as he struggled on lowering them. Sure- they weren’t held that tightly, but this was a battle of wills! He was already losing- no point in adding to his defeat. “I cahhahahn’t! Stahhahap ahahahsking mehehehe toohoohoho!”

“What’s wrong? Big bad hashira can’t look me in the eye?” Sanemi’s voice dripped with amusement, his teasing words bouncing off his tongue like poisoned honey as he carried on drilling his fingers into Tengen’s mid-rib. Was it his most ticklish spot? No. But did it give him a hell of a reaction? Absolutely. “That’s not very flashy of you, Uzui.”

“Gheahhahahahahah!” Oh no- he did not just say that! Tengen grit his teeth as he forced his head forward, eyes squeezed shut in his mirth. He’d do it- just to shut that pretty mouth of his!

He got one eye open. Barely.

“I cahhahahhahn’t!” Tengen cried, giving up near immediately as Sanemi snickered above him. “I chahahhan’t youohhoohur toohohoohoho preehehehheetty!”

“That’s right- huh?” He stammered some, cheeks heating up. “Tch- yeah yeah.” “I meahahhahan iiihihihit! Yohoohoohur tohoohhooho hohohohohot! Iihihihiht’s lihihihike lohooohohohoking into the suhuhuhuhuhn!” Tengen gasped out, furthering Sanemi’s blush and stammering. “Toohohhoohoh blahahahzingly beahahahhhatiful!”

“Wow, you’re so sweet.” Sanemi rolled his eyes, sarcasm replacing his amusement. His touch lighted some, and Tengen was ready to attack.

“If you thought that’d be enough to stop me, you’re as dumb as you are big.” Sanemi doubled his efforts. “Look at me you flashy jerk.”

“Gehahahhahahahahhaha!” Tengen howled with mirth, covering his face with both hands as he kicked a leg. “Yohohohohu gohohohohotta ahahhahdmiihihihit! I wahhahahs clohohohohohose!”

“Sure you were.” Sanemi snickered, the sound of Tengen’s leg beating the ground like a drum behind him reminding him of a dog. “I’m not stopping until you look at me, Uzui. Hope your ready- it looks like we’re gonna be here for awhile.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[tastybluesprite]

Gardening Help

Ahhh I couldn’t wait to write ler!Umemiya!!! Umemiya is literally the most sweetest and most wholesome guy ever. I just want him to hug me, kiss me on the forehead and tell me everything will be okay. But enough about that. I present to you Umemiya tickling Sakura. As he should. Also I kept this pretty manga/anime spoiler free the best I can, so I hope it’s okay!

Warnings: Slight swearing. Tickling (this is a tickle fic afterall).

Summery: Sakura is helping Umemiya with his crops.

Sakura would’ve refused entirely without hesitation had it been anyone else. But when Umemiya requests something of you, it’s not a good idea to turn him down. By no means would Umemiya have killed or hurt him. But let’s just say Sakura could not handle another ounce of that guys puppy dog eyes and pleading.

Now here Sakura was, up on the roof with Umemiya and Sugishita as the three of them tended to the vegetable crops that were being cared for on the Furin Highschool roof.

Sakura had been helping with watering the tomato plants when he heard Umemiya lightheartedly scolding Sugishita.

“Don’t be so rough! You gotta be gentle with these little guys or you’ll drown em’…” Umemiya pouted as he corrected the way Sugishita was watering the cabbage plants.

Sakura watched as Sugishita frowned, seeming upset about not getting it right.

“Oh don’t get all pouty on me…” He smiled a bit as he gently poked the longer haired boy.

Much to Sakuras shock, he watched as Sugishita doubled over in a fit of giggles as he fought helplessly against the silver haired leader of Bofurin. Sugishita was always so stoic and quiet. Sakura had never seen him smile or laugh like this before. Especially not… like this…

Suddenly, Umemiya made eye contact with Sakura, and Sakuras eyes widened. He seemed unsure what to do.

“You all good over there Sakura?” Umemiya called out genially as he approached him.

Sakura felt a wave of heat crawl up his neck and to his ears and cheeks, as Umemiya stopped tickling Sugishita and made an advance towards him.

The older boy knelt down to inspect Sakuras work on the tomato plants.

Umemiya looked at him, seeing Sakuras red face, and he smirked a bit. “What’s wrong? Is somebody feeling a little left out?”

Sakuras face only deepened in color.

“U-um… a-as if! I… just got distracted by the noise! That’s all…!” Sakura protested in his flustered state.

Umemiya just grinned more. “Oh yeah? Then what’re you so flustered for? Hm?” He began landing gentle pokes into Sakuras side, which made the black and white haired boy flinch and squeak.

“W-wait! I… um… y-you… j-just leave me alone! I’m t-tryna do a… favor for you and all…” Sakura attempted his signature glare. But all of that went out the window when Umemiya began gently kneading his sides.

“What’s wrong? Are you ticklish too? Hm? Were you hoping your big bro would tickle you too?”

Sakuras face was red enough as it is. “Y-you.. ain’t… m-my… b-bro-AHAHA!!”

Sakura accidentally let out a loud and short burst of laughter as he squirmed more, trying to keep the oh so embarrassing laughter down as he fended the guy off.

Umemiya just chuckled. “Sure you are! I consider everyone in this town my family after all… that naturally includes you!” Umemiya then gently dig into his ribs, which finally broke him.

“H-EHEhehehehehe!!! N-nahahohoho! D-dahahammihihihit stahahahap!!!” Sakura squirmed and writhed helplessly against his hold as Umemiya attacked all over his ribs.

“Oh… this is a good spot then?” Umemiya teased as he made sure to get in the grooves between his ribs.

He even dared to quickly vibrate a finger in between the two ribs that sat right in the middle, which resulted in a loud squeal.

Sakura writhed and squirmed but it was no use. Umemiya had him good.

“Hmmm… from what I hear this is always a good spot…” Umemiya slid his fingers up into the poor boys armpits.

“SHIHIHIHIT!!! W-WAHAHAHAIT!!!”

“Ehehe… whoops! Hands slipped…!”

“L-LIHIHIKE HEHEHELL THEHEHEY DIHIHID DAHAHAMIHIHIT!!!” Sakura cried out. “STAHAHAHAHAP!!!! UHUHMEMIHIYAHAHA SAHAHAHANNN!!!”

With that last cry for mercy, Umemiya finally relented.

When he let him go Sakura wrapped his arms around his torso protectively. He glared at the older guy grinning at him. “Alright… alright…” said Umemiya with a slight laugh. “How about I get you and Sugishita over there a snack and something to drink. You two deserve a break.

Sakura watched him as he got up to busy himself with a cooler.

As he walked away Sakura couldn’t help feeling… admiration. There was no doubt he admired him. Umemiya was a pillar of strength and positivity. That as well as hope.

However, his thoughts were interrupted abruptly when he saw Sugishita glaring jealous daggers into him.

Sakura just glared right back. Hopefully Umemiya could get back in time before all hell broke loose.

[keru0]

Tickletober2024

Day 8: Phantom (Tickles)

Lee!Chongyun x Ler!Xingqiu

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“Chongyun, over there!” Xinqiu yelled, pointing to an abandoned house.

The two boys were on Wuwang Hill, investigating yet another ghost sighting that was reported to the Adventurers Guild just a few days ago. Xingqiu had decided to tag along with the other boy, hoping to not only spend time with him, but mess with him a little, too.

He was well aware Chongyun most likely wouldn’t find the ghost, or any evil spirits, thanks to his abundance of yang energy, scaring off the ghosts way before he could get to them. He didn’t want the other to be disappointed, though, so perhaps some good old-fashioned pranking wouldn’t hurt.

Chongyun rushed to the house, holding up his lantern to inspect the abandoned furniture and rotting walls, looking for any sign of ghostly activity before feeling something trail along his side. “YaHahA-! D-Did you feel that?!” He asked the Guhua practitioner.

Xingqiu quickly stepped to the other side of his blue-haired friend, looking innocent as ever. “Feel what, Yunyun? I didn’t feel anything…”

“W-what? Really? It felt like something touched my- GAHaHAhA!” He yelped again, feeling something pinch the backs of his sides, quickly flinching away and turning around to see…nothing?

“What in Teyvat are you talking about, Chongyun? And why do you keep laughing?” His friend asked, trying to hide his mischievous smirk as he followed the exorcist out of the house.

“I…I guess it was nothing.” He waved off to his friend, continuing to look around the abandoned houses for any sign of what just touched him. “You erally didn’t feel thaHAHA-! Xingqiuhuhahaha!”

“What is it, my liege? Do you need my protection?” The boy teased with a smile, knowing he had been caught. He grabbed Chongyun’s hips from behind, kneading his fingers into the bone, following every one of his movements as he attempted to escape his playful friend’s grasp.

“Yehehehes, frohom yohohou!” He giggled, trying to pry the hands from his hips, doubling over in laughter as he did so, trying to wench himself free.\

“Me?” He asked, appalled at the idea that his dearest Chongyun would ever need protection from him, continuing his antics with a giggle. “Why would you ever need protection from me? I’m here to protect you, dear Chongyun.”

“Nohohoho! G-gehehet ohohoff-” The exorcist yelled, finally freeing himself of the tickly hands, turning around to glare at his guilty friend. “I-is there even actually a ghost here? Was that just you?” He asked, deflated at the thought that, yet again, there were no ghosts.

“I’m sorry, Chongyun,” Xingqiu began, a sorry expression on his face as he tried to comfort the other. “I’m afraid your yang energy scared them off before we ever got here…”

“Oh…” He sighed, a downcast expression clouding his face as he visibly deflated like a balloon.

“It’s okay! I’m sure you’ll find a ghost to evacuate from this plane eventuall- ugh, w-what…?” The practitioner tried to lift his friend’s spirits, until he began to stumble on his feet, leaning against a pole of a destroyed home.

“X-Xingqiu? Are you alright?!” He asked, panicked at his friend’s loss of balance, quickly hooking an arm around his shoulders to keep him upright.

“I-I think I’m being possessed…” He said weakly, his body shaking against Chongyun’s.

“What?!”

“I think it’s taken over! There’s no stopping it!” Xingqiu smirked, suddenly grabbing his friend’s sides again. “There’s no stopping it! I’m sorry, Chongyun, I can’t control my body!”

“W-what!? Xingqiu, nohoho! Lehehet gohoho!” The exorcist laughed, grasping at his wrists as the tickle attack began anew.

“I can’t! The demon has my body! Only you can get rid of it, Chongyun!” He giggled, continuing to tickle his friend until the ‘demon’ was well and truly ‘exorcized’.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Kind of like behind the scenes when Enha and Skz recorded dance challenges together for promoting their songs :D

Lee Ni-ki Ler Hyunjin & Lee Jake Ler Felix 😆

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Double Trouble:

image credits to @//hyunchanz on tumblr

words: 500 a/n: my enhastay heartu is so happy 🎧🎶 [im sorry its short :ccc] lee: Niki and Jake ler: Felix and Hyunjin taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~

Felix groaned. Award shows were amazing, but so so boring. 

He wished something interesting would happen.

His wish was almost immediately granted as he spotted someone very familiar in the crowd. 

“Hiii!” Felix yelled, running over to Jake, who looked very surprised. 

“Ah-Felix! Nice to see you here!” He shook Lixie’s hand, smiling up at Hyunjin, who had followed the brownie boy in fear that the younger would get lost in the crowd like he normally did. 

“Nice to see yo-ooh, hi Niki!” Hyunjin exclaimed, shaking the younger boy’s hand. 

Niki grinned happily, holding onto Jake’s hand and looking around. 

“Let’s head somewhere private, yeah?” Hyunjin offered. “Mhm, it’s getting really boring.” Felix groaned again, bouncing slightly in place. 

“Okay! Cmon Niki.” Jake coaxed the younger, following the others as they found a backstage room they could access. 

“Let’s do tiktoks or something!” Felix yelled happily, bouncing around with Jake in their chaotic energy. 

“OOH YES!” Niki agreed. 

A few dance challenges later, the men all collapsed onto the chairs in the room, exhausted and so happy. 

Felix stretched his arms over his head, shrieking loudly when Hyunjin poked his armpit. 

“Oh, hyung, you’re ticklish!?” Niki giggled, watching a red blush overtake Lixie’s face. 

“Please. Everyone in our group’s ticklish.” Felix rolled his eyes, glaring at Hyunjin. 

“Are you ticklish?” Hyunjin teased, watching Niki gulp and shake his head hesitantly. 

“Don’t even lie! He’s one of the most ticklish.” Jake giggled. 

“Wow, the betrayal!” Felix laughed, watching Niki cover his face in embarrassment. 

“Well, I know Jake’s ticklish! He should get punished for ratting out the maknae!” Hyunjin argued, Felix nodding his head in agreement. 

“Wait! That’s so unfair…GUYS!” Jake stood up and bolted around the room, Felix and Hyunjin hot on his heels as Niki doubled over in his chair. 

Felix managed to tackle the boy, dragging him to the floor and laying him there. 

He straddled his waist, digging into his neck and earning a loud scream of laughter. 

“That’s his worst spot!” Niki yelled in surprise, watching Felix’s tickle his hyung to pieces. 

“And now you get it for snitching on him.” Hyunjin dragged Niki off of the chair and onto the floor. 

He stood up and grabbed Niki’s arm, trapping the boy there. 

He dug mercilessly into the youngest’s underarms, watching him scream and squeal loudly, falling apart underneath the dancer. 

“NAHAHA FEHEHELIX! COHOME OHON YOUHU CAN STOHOHOP NOW!” Jake begged, twisting crazily under the brownie boy’s grip. 

“Eh, I don’t really wanna.” Felix whined, vibrating his fingers deeper and watching the boy fall apart. 

“HYUHUHUNG! STAHAHAHAHAP!” Niki screeched, twisting and squirming aggressively, however nothing helped him escape Hyunjin’s grasp on his arm. 

“Okay, okay. Let’s try not to make them faint.” Hyunjin giggled, letting up.

Felix smiled warmly at the panting boy underneath him. 

“Youhou’re crazy…” Jake panted. 

“And you’re NEXT!” Niki pounced. 

Let’s say that it was a while before either group found their members, laughter filling the backstage to the award show. 

[mythica0]

Giggles

🎂: Fop: anw

🧁: Dev

🍫: Magic, Technically Hazel, Cosmo and Wanda.

Summary: After Dev gets a case of the giggles, Hazel accidentally makes a strange wish. But she doesn’t mind.

A/N: this is part of the little story I have going! Also, Different ler this time! :D enjoy!!

Giggles

Dev was really giggly today.

He didn’t know why, but everything seemed hilarious. He was struggling to keep it together in class despite the fact that all they were doing was listening to a lecture on the history of America.

Everyone naturally noticed the drastic change from his usual attitude, especially Hazel. So, After school when they were doing their usual post-school hang out in the park, Hazel mentioned it.

“Hey dev! What’s going on with you today? You’ve been all giggly!”

“I dohohont know! Everything just seheems funny for some reheason. And I’m laughing even when I’m not finding anything funny!” Giggles littered his speech, making him have to talk around them.

“Well I like it! I wish you were this giggly all the time!”

“Coming right up, squirt!” Wanda winked at Hazel before doing a little gesture with her wand. There was a magical glow around Dev for a moment- but nothing happened.

Hazel looked up at Cosmo and Wanda, “why didn’t anything happen?”

“Well, he was already giggly! So the wish has nothing to do right now!”

“Oh, ok!”

They continued to hang for a minute before they separated and went home, excited to hang out the next day. They were having a lovely Saturday picnic.

“See ya tomorrow around noon, Dev!”

“Seheeehe ya hahazel!”

Dev was wondering the whole time what exactly the wish was going to do to him. Was it just gonna make him find everything funny again? He wasn’t sure. But he was about to find out.

The following morning, Dev woke up and immediately burst into giggles. There was an unbearably tickly sensation in his tummy. It felt like he was being tickled from the inside.

“Whahahahat ihihin thehehe wohohorld!” He wrapped his arms around himself, sitting up and doubling over in laughter.

‘Is this from hazels wish yesterday?’ His mind echoed, barely able to form coherent thoughts because of the fluttery, buzzing sensation.

Peri poofed into the room, hearing the laughter. “What’s going on Dev?”

“Ihihit tihihihicklehehes!!”

The purple wearer raised an eyebrow. “What tickles?”

“Ihi thihihink ihihits hahahazels wihish!”

“Ooohh, that makes sense. Is this gonna happen all day?”

“Ihi dohont knohohow!” All of a sudden the tingling spread to his ribs and sides, causing his giggles to grow.

“Eheeheeehahaahaaa! Ohoho myhyhy gohohosh hahahaheheha!”

After a minute, the tingling died down, but it didn’t stop entirely. It left a light buzzy sensation that made an impossible-to-repress smile adorn Dev’s face, and small giggles to leave him every once in a while.

Over the course of the next few hours, the two concluded that the wish would always leave a bit of tickly sensation in his tummy, making it so he laughed more often and at random things, but that sometimes it would kick up, causing him to double over in rapid giggles until they died down again.

Thank goodness it was a Saturday. But There was still the picnic. And not only was Hazel gonna be there, but so was Winn and Jasmine. And they didn’t even know Dev was ticklish yet.

And Dev couldn’t just not show up. That was rude! And also, Hazel would know why.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Reheady ahas I’m gonna gehet.” He giggled out, unable to stop the flow of laughter from pouring out of him.

Then the two left, although Dev wished to be there so he wouldn’t have to walk. He didn’t want to risk being seen by a stranger in a fit of unstoppable laughter.

The park was always dead, thankfully. That’s partially why the group chose it as a hang out spot. They could use magic without fear of being spotted.

Dev was the last to arrive, and he set down the snacks he had brought. (Some Doritos and snickerdoodle cookies.) then, he sat down on the blanket, giggling slightly

Hazel eyed him knowingly.

“So, Dev. What did my wish from yesterday do?”

Dev blushed but answered anyway. He was hesitant, because Winn and Jazz didn’t know, but he figured they would find out eventually so might as well get it over with.

“I-it’s been… tickling me.”

Winn and Jazz looked on in slight shock. “You’re ticklish? No way!”

Hazel nodded. “Yup! I’ve seen it myself.” She turned to Dev. “How’s the experience been?”

Dev was too flustered to answer, so Peri did for him, explaining what they had figured out over the course of the morning.

“I’m pretty sure he’s enjoying it, too~”

“Shuhuhut uhup!” Dev shoved at Peri, but it lost its bite due to the laughs that littered the sentence.

Winn looked to Hazel and asked, “What exactly did you wish for?”

Hazel smiled in an almost mischievous way. “So you know how Dev was all giggly yesterday?”

They nodded. “Well, I wished that he was that giggly all the time. I didn’t plan it out or anything, it kinda just slipped out, but I’m not complaining!”

Just then, the wish decided that now was a good time for it to kick up again.

Dev’s happy giggles burst from him in a wave, him curling around himself and flapping his hands.

“EEEhehehhahaha! Crahahahap nohot ahahagaAHAIN!” He protested, not really meaning it.

“Oh c’mon~, you say that as if this isn’t fun for you.” Peri teased, causing the already present blush on Dev’s face to grow.

“Peheheri!”

“Whaaaat~ I’m just telling the truth! I’m a horrible liar, Ask my parents.”

Cosmo nodded. “Yup! Can’t lie to save his life.”

Dev was completely disarmed by the tickles, then causing him to laugh and stim and squirm about, dropping any walls he might’ve had.

The tickles buzzed through his whole body, infesting his systems with a rush of dopamine. It tickled so much! But also felt so good! He couldn’t have felt sad if he tried, happiness being flooded into his systems as he laughed and giggled and smiled.

Eventually they died back down again,and they all had fun at the picnic. Winn used Dev’s extra giggly nature to practice his dad jokes, and after a while his stomach hurt in the best way from all the laughter.

As they were all eating dessert, the wish flared up once more.

“Dahahang ihihit nohohoho!”

Jasmine laughed a little. “It’s happening again!”

Everything in Dev was telling him to laugh, unbearable buzzing tickles shooting through his whole torso. He giggled uncontrollably, doubled over slightly while hugging himself.

“Having fun over there, Dev?” Hazel called with a smirk.

“Shuhuhuhush!” Dev giggled out, embarrassed at the teasing.

Hazel staged whispered in response “I’ll take that as a yes.”

After a few minutes, the wish wore off completely.

“Hahaha.. hoo. Wow.” Dev breathed out as it stopped.

“So how was it, Giggles?” Hazel asked with a smirk

“Oh, you think you’re sooooo smug?”

“As a matter a fact, I do!”

Dev laughed once more. “Ohhohoho! It is SO on!”

Little did Hazel know, this was the beginning of a war.

———THE END————————————————

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Double Trouble

hellooo everyone :D and happy birthday to our baby boy sapnap!!! 🎉🎉

i know i said this was gonna be out a few days ago but uh…. i may have gotten… a little carried away…. so it took me a little longer…

but!! we shall prevail. and hopefully everyone still enjoys it even if it’s like nearly 7k words long lmaooo woopsiessss

thank you to the wonderful @sleepy--anon for sending this ask with the concept for this fic, this wouldn’t be possible without you so everyone say thank you sleepy 👏👏👏 and also shoutout to @mushiewrites for helping me plan this fic as you always do

and like i mentioned when i answered the ask, if people are interested in it, i’m totally down to make this a mini-series and do a version of this for dream and george’s birthdays when they come around, so let me know if you guys would want that!!

other than that, enjoy <3

lee!george, lee!dream, ler!sapnap, 6.5k words

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A sudden knock on his bedroom door pulled Sapnap out of his focus, and he reached for the TV remote to pause the episode of Death Note he was watching from his bed.

“Come in!” He strained, stretching his arms above his head and groaning, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as the door to his bedroom opened.

“Hey,” Dream greeted as he walked in, George following behind him, and they both walked over to Sapnap’s bed. George wasted no time, jumping up onto the bed next to where Sapnap’s legs were under the covers, then pushing himself over to the head of the bed next to Sapnap, sitting cross legged. Dream chuckled at the action, but sat on the edge of the bed. “We just had a question for you.”

“Sure, what’s up?” Sapnap asked, adjusting himself to give the other two more room to sit, and Dream pulled one leg up onto the bed and left the other hanging off, touching the floor. Sapnap rested his hand on George’s knee, something he’d gotten into the habit of doing whenever George sat next to him, rubbing his thumb over the material of his pajama pants as Dream began to speak.

“So, I know we already have plans for your birthday, but we just wanted to ask if there's anything else special you wanted to do, since our plans are kinda an unspoken tradition thing,” Dream explained, earning a nod from Sapnap. “Is there anything else you had in mind to celebrate or did you just wanna do gifts and dinner like we usually do?”

“Hm…” Sapnap furrowed his eyebrows in thought. “Uh, I’m not sure, I don’t really think so? I didn’t really have anything in mi…” He began, but trailed off, his thumb pausing its movements as it rested right in the dip on the inner part of George’s knee.

Just as an evil idea formed in his head.

“What?” Dream asked, tilting his head in confusion as he watched Sapnap’s expression change to one that was significantly more sinister.

“Did you think of something?” George cut in, looking just as lost as Dream. Sapnap smiled over at him, pressing his thumb into his knee with light pressure.

“Yeah, I thought of something,” Sapnap said, adjusting his position again, folding his hands in his lap and leaning forward– to show he meant business, of course. “I want to tickle you both,” He continued bluntly, watching Dream’s eyes widen and his lips part in shock, and listening to George’s scoff of disapproval.

“Wh- uh…” George stuttered for a moment, sounding like he wanted to speak, wanted to say something snarky in response, but couldn’t find the words. “W-what?” He ended up with, quite well spoken, if Sapnap were to say so himself.

“I want to tickle both of you. At the same time. I get free range of any spots and any techniques that I want, and I get to keep going until you each can’t take it anymore. We’ll have a safeword, of course, I’m not a monster,” Sapnap said with a smile, earning an amused chuckle from Dream and another scoff from George. “And I want it to be completely willing. No restraints, no pinning– okay, well, maybe a little bit, because I know some of us can get a little too squirmy to stay still on our own…” Sapnap teased, raising his eyebrows and looking over at George, who promptly threw his hands over his face and curled in on himself with a groan, making the other two laugh fondly. Sapnap moved his hand to George’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly for a few moments to calm him, before letting it drop back down to his knee. “But I want it to be completely voluntary. I want you guys to let me tickle you for as long as you can stand it,” Sapnap finished, smiling as Dream stared at him nervously and George dropped his hands to reveal his blushing face, looking at the comforter below him, refusing to make eye contact.

“That’s… you– so, we…” Dream stammered, swallowing shakily, pouting slightly as he tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. “You just…” He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath, looking back down at Sapnap with pinched eyebrows. “I-I thought you would’ve picked, like… watching a movie or something.”

“Well, you thought wrong, baby boy,” Sapnap teased, giggling at the way the pet name made Dream’s cheeks turn a light pink color. There was a moment of silence again, before Dream continued.

“And that’s… that’s really what you want?”

“It’s really what I want,” Sapnap said confidently, watching as Dream looked over to George, raising his eyebrows. George’s lips parted, a subtle pout still on his face, and he let out an uncertain sigh, shrugging his shoulders in a way that would be just barely noticeable if you weren’t looking for his reaction.

George seemed more uncertain of his answer than Dream, though he wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable with the idea. Dream, who knew George better than George knew himself sometimes, seemed to make the decision for him, a mischievous smile gracing his lips as he turned back to Sapnap.

“Okay.”

“WHAT?!” George yelped, voice squeaky, curling in on himself in both embarrassment and nerves.

“You’ll do it?” Sapnap asked, the same mischievous smile on his own face.

“We’ll do it.” Dream nodded, smiling as he watched George shift against the pillows.

“NO?! No, no! We will not! We’re not– I’m not doing that, no!”

“George,” Sapnap said firmly, looking over at him, making him freeze in his place under Sapnap’s knowing look. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. Just say the words. We won’t be upset.”

“No, I…” George began, before clamping his mouth shut and letting out a breath through his nose. He pouted again, slumping down against the pillows behind him, bringing his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever.”

“Mm, thought so,” Sapnap said with a smile, earning another scoff from George, followed by an eye roll and him looking off to the side to avoid eye contact. “Alright then…” Sapnap said, moving out from under the covers and off to the side to give Dream a clear path to the top of the bed. “Let’s go.”

“…Let’s go, what?” Dream asked in confusion, glancing over at George, who ventured a look back as well. He still seemed nervous, but he was still pouting and his eyes were big and glossy, so Dream could tell he was fine, and he was sure Sapnap could as well. George glanced between the two, staying silent, waiting for things to unfold. Sapnap smiled, gesturing to the bed, before clarifying.

“Lay down. I wanna get started, I’m not wasting any of my tickle time.”

“Wha– now?! You– you meant now?!” Dream asked, nervousness settling over his features as well, squirming slightly where he sat and bouncing his foot that still rested on the floor.

“Yeah, of course I meant now! C’mon,” Sapnap said, patting the middle of the bed. “Lay down, Dreamie.”

“But– that’s– I didn't–“ Dream stuttered, his cheeks burning, biting his lip to force down a smile. Sapnap gave him an expectant look, raising his eyebrows at him, and Dream let out a sigh before wordlessly moving himself to lay down. He situated himself the best he could, adjusting the pillow under his head and settling down against Sapnap’s ruffled sheets, one hand messing with his hair and the other resting on his own chest.

“There we go. That’s perfect,” Sapnap praised, gently patting Dream’s knee and smiling down at him, receiving one in return as well. Then, he turned his attention to George, who looked back at him with wide eyes, curling further in on himself under the pressing gaze. “George.”

“Mm-mm,” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“You know it’s your turn.”

“I can’t.”

“C’mon, Georgie, you know you’re gonna let me,” Sapnap coaxed, sitting up on his knees and resting one hand on George’s knee. “Don’t try to start a fight you know you’ll lose.”

“I’m not–! It’s not that, it’s just– I just– Sapnap, c’mon–“ George stammered, squirming in his seat, looking up at Sapnap with wide eyes as the younger boy began to push in closer. He loomed over George, making him lean further back into the pillows but not budge to lay down yet, the proximity making his lip tremble nervously as he took in a shaky breath. “Sap– Sapnap…”

“You know what I have to do.”

“No, Sapnap, pl–EASE–!” George yelped as Sapnap suddenly grabbed his ankles, yanking him forward by his legs and pulling him down the bed to be almost flat. “NO, don’t! Stop, STOP!” He protested, yelling and complaining, frantically trying to push himself up, bending his legs to put his knees between him and Sapnap’s bodies to keep the distance.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Sapnap threatened when George managed to prop himself up on his elbows and slide back. He grabbed George again, this time by his hips, and pulled him back down flat, swatting his hands away every time they tried to grab him.

“No, nonono, NO! SAPNAP!” George continued to yell, much to the entertainment of the other two, and Sapnap giggled as he wrapped his arms around George’s calves, shifting him down to lay on an even level with Dream. “LET GO, let go, let go, let go!” George tried everything to yank his legs free, attempting to pull, push, turn to either side, but nothing worked. Soon enough, Sapnap was pushing George’s legs against the bed and throwing himself over him, straddling his thighs and keeping him fully pinned. “NO! No, no! Sapnap! C’monnnnn, Sapnaaaap…” George whined, groaning in frustration, still arching his back as he pushed at Sapnap’s legs and bucked his hips up.

“Hey,” Sapnap said firmly, grabbing George’s wrists and pinning them to the bed by his sides, making him gasp and stare up at him, wide eyed. “Are you done?” He asked, and George twisted his wrists in his hold, not budging at all.

“Wh– I…” He clamped his mouth shut and nodded.

“Are you gonna behave yourself?”

“Mhm.” Another nod, and Sapnap smiled and let go of his wrists, watching George immediately cross his arms over his chest and pout.

“Good. Now quick ground rules before we start, like I said, I get to do whatever I want, however I want it, and you have to let me. Okay?” He said, earning an eye roll from George, but a nod and hum in understanding from both of them. “Good. And whenever you want me to stop, for any reason, whenever you’re ready to be done, you say, uh…” Sapnap thought for a moment, deciding on a safeword. “I dunno, you say ‘minecraft’, does that work? Safe word is minecraft?” George scoffed, letting out a quiet laugh at the silly choice, but he nodded and hummed anyway.

“Minecraft is good,” George said.

“Yeah, minecraft works,” Dream agreed, smiling up at Sapnap. Sapnap smiled and laughed as well, nodding his own head.

“Alright, perfect.” With that, Sapnap’s smile turned evil, and his hands were immediately on Dream’s sides, scratching his nails over the area on top of his shirt, adding in a few pinches and pokes here and there to make Dream squirm more. Dream gasped, the smile on his face turning bashful before he broke into a wide, toothy grin, his giggles and squeaky laughter spilling out despite his attempts to stop it.

“Oh, gohohod…” He said as he tensed his shoulders. Instinctively, his hands flew to grab Sapnap’s, yanking them away from his sides, but this only stopped him for about one second before they returned to continue their motions anyway. “Ah!” He gasped again, then grabbed the hands again, pulling them away, but still, they just jumped back into action. “Naha! No, nohoho, no!” This happened a few more times, Dream’s giggles growing more frantic each time, until Sapnap spoke up.

“Hey. No. None of that today, you have to let me,” He reprimanded softly, making Dream groan and cover his face with his hands for a moment before dropping them down on the bed and gripping the sheets in his hands. “See? Not so hard, is it?”

“Fuhuck yohouohou! You knohow thahat’s not truhuhuhue!” Dream replied, making Sapnap giggle and nod, and he decided to form his hands into claws and scratch at Dream’s sides that way instead, even slipping under his shirt to scratch and poke at his bare skin instead, making him squeal and arch his back. “OH, fuhuhuck! Gohohod, NOHOHO!” Dream’s laughter grew louder when Sapnap skittered his fingers over the sides of his tummy, his hips jolting and his knees drumming against the bed underneath him, making the whole mattress shake with his movements. Sapnap chuckled, tweaking the center of Dream’s ribs, making him squeal as his hands grabbed onto his wrists again.

“Hey,” Sapnap began, but Dream only squeezed tighter, not pulling them away but just holding on, even as the fingers went back to scratching cruelly at his sides.

“I knohow, I know Ihihi know I knohohow,” Dream mumbled through his laughter, biting his lip and letting out a quiet whimper before breaking down again. He squeezed his eyes shut, his giggles turning breathy as Sapnap’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching ever so gently on the sides of his lower tummy. “Sahahapnahahap!” He whined, knowing the other boy was aware of how bad that spot was, but Sapnap simply smiled and kept going.

Until Sapnap felt the hips underneath him shift, and he heard a small sound from the boy they belonged to. He slowed his hands to a stop, looking down at George, just in time to watch him turn his head away and close his eyes, attempting to keep his cool. Dream’s laughter fizzled out to soft residual giggles, quiet enough that George knew something had changed. He blinked his eyes open, starting to turn his head back, stopped when he caught Sapnap’s gaze staring down at him with a knowing smile on his face. He shut his eyes again and groaned, tilting his head back exasperatedly.

“What?” He mumbled, pout still present on his lips, but his fidgety hands still moved to rest on Sapnap’s knees, the contact clearly helping calm him as he swallowed his nerves and waited for a reply.

“Does someone want my attention?” Sapnap asked teasingly, and George immediately whined and squirmed at the question, his hips shifting as much as they could with Sapnap still sitting on top of his thighs. “I think my kitten might feel a little left out.”

“Shut upppp,” He protested, but he didn’t deny the accusation. Sapnap cooed, making him whine again, turning his head to the side and trying to hide in the pillows as much as he could. “I hate you.”

“Aww, it’s okay, George, I didn’t forget about you,” Sapnap reassured, pushing his hands up under George’s shirt now, quickly choosing his first choice spot. His palms rested on George’s sides, fingers curled around his torso, and his thumbs rested perfectly in the dip of his waist. Then, he curled his thumbs, using his nails to scratch right at that spot, as lightly as he could.

“Nohoho, no, nonono, nohot that–!” George protested, his hands gripping Sapnap’s knees even tighter, breathing heavily through his nose. He tensed up, his entire body going rigid and still, determined to hold his laughter in. His hands jumped up, grabbing onto Sapnap’s wrists and trying to pull him away, but the way his hands curled around his sides made his grip nearly impossible to loosen. “Sapnap, noho!”

This spot– perfectly in the dip of his waist– had always been one of Sapnap’s favorite ways to torment the poor man. It wasn’t his worst spot by any means, it probably wouldn’t even make the top ten, but both of them knew that it was the exact spot where, if Sapnap stayed there for an extended period of time, it would very, very quickly become completely unbearable.

Which was exactly Sapnap’s goal. And it took all of thirty seconds to start breaking down the wall George held up with all his might.

“Sahahap–“ He warned, biting his lip, his giggles starting to escape between whimpers and squirms. Once his squirming started, he couldn’t seem to stop, leaning away from whichever side felt worse and pushing into the opposite, repeating the motion over and over again. The same thing happened with his laughter, and once the first breakthrough was made, it wasn’t possible for him to home anything else in. “Oh myhy gohohohohod, oh my gohohod, stohop! Stohohop, I cahahan’t!”

“Does Dream even know about this spot?” Sapnap asked, looking over at Dream and getting an enthusiastic nod in response, his smile widening at the sight of George already getting lost to the tickles so early on.

"I dohohon't knohow! I don't knohohohow!" George responded without thinking, his laughter picking up further, growing more and more frantic as Sapnap kept going. His brain felt numb already, his head heavy when he tried to move it, like it was filled with lead. He was dizzy- this spot made him dizzy, the absolutely maddening sensation that just kept growing and growing, constant in that one tiny, tiny area, it made him feel light headed.

“Yes, you most certainly do, Georgie,” Dream said, but he knew George likely wouldn’t even process what he was saying. His hips bucked up suddenly, his laughter turning into more squeals and labored breathing as he truly hit the point of no return for one of the tiniest, most specific spots he had.

“NO, plehehehease! Plehease, Sahahap, PLEHEASE– I cahahan’t!” George begged, smacking his hands against the bed, before grabbing Sapnap’s hands again and pulling. He got nowhere, so he wrapped his hands around Sapnap’s thumbs to stop him instead, which worked for barely a few seconds.

“Hey!” Sapnap scolded, shifting his hands, now using his pointer fingers to dig in harshly to the same spot.

“AH! NOHOHOHO!” George squealed, shaking his head frantically, squeezing Sapnap tighter and squirming under his evil fingers. “SAPNAHAHAP!”

“What did we say about letting me do what I want?!”

“I’M SOHORRYHYHY! Plehehehease!” George begged, and Sapnap decided to finally take some pity on him, pulling his hands away and giving him a moment to breathe. “Oh my gohod…”

“You okay?” Dream asked softly, reaching over and taking one of George’s hands in his, smiling when George laced their fingers together and squeezed.

“Yeah…” He said, bringing his other hand up to run through his hair, dropping it next to his head afterwards.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna keep going,” Sapnap said, and without any further warning, he had a hand on both of their tummies, clawing at them over the t-shirts at the same time.

“AH– nahaha!” Dream immediately let out a squeal, maybe the most adorable sound Sapnap had ever heard, as he slammed his free hand over his mouth and yanked his other away from George’s to cover as much of his tummy as he could manage. Sapnap didn’t let this stop him, though, and he instead just settled on scratching his nails all around Dream’s hand, getting wherever he couldn’t cover, even as he kept moving his hand around to try to stop him. “No– ah! Sahap! Noho, Sahapnahap! No– NO! Stohohop ihihit! Stohohohop!” Dream kept up his squealing and squirming, batting at Sapnap’s hand,his legs kicking out against the bed as he giggled freely.

“I can’t stop when you’re so cute!” Sapnap teased, and Dream shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut again.

Sapnap turned his attention to George, who had covered his face with both hands to try and hide his reactions, clearly embarrassed by how breathy and high-pitched his gasps and giggles were. His tummy fluttered with each touch of Sapnap’s nails, his hips jumping as he flinched and squirmed away from the hand.

“This is really getting to you, isn’t it?”

“Shuhuhut uhup!” George whined, and suddenly both hands were clawing at his tummy instead. “AH! Sahahapnahap!” He squealed, sliding his hands up and grabbing his hair, clearly trying his best not to grab at Sapnap’s hands to stop him. Sapnap heard Dream giggle, and suddenly he switched to clawing at Dream’s tummy with both hands instead.

“OH– gohohod, noho waharnihihing?!” Dream yelled, jumping at the sudden change.

“Hm… nope!” Sapnap jumped back to George, making him squeal and whine again, shaking his head and reaching down to grab at Sapnap’s legs again, still squirming his hips and taking in grateful breaths when he went back to Dream a few seconds later. Though his relief didn’t last long, as the hands inevitably came back to him again.

“Nohoho, Sahap!” George whined, finally breaking and swatting at his hands. “Stahay over thehehere! Stahahay thehere!”

“Stay here? Okay!” Sapnap teased, making George shake his head helplessly.

“Nahahaha!” Sapnap was thrilled with how pliant he had managed to get George already, knowing his weakened and whining state would help him out immensely in the future. Still, he decided to take some pity on him.

“Yeah, you’re right, I have to give Dream another turn, don’t I?”

“Yehehes, yes!”

“Noho!” Dream giggled nervously, crossing his arms over his tummy and trying to protect the area as much as he could. Sapnap giggled, pulling back his hands, giving them both a moment to breathe. After he felt the time was sufficient, he spoke again, this time to Dream.

“Hey,” He said quietly, resting his hands on Dream’s arms, getting his attention. “Lift these up.”

“What?!” He asked in shock, his eyes wide as he tensed his arms to his sides instead. “No!”

“C’mon, Dreamie. I know you can do it, you’ve done it for me before.” Sapnap pushed on Dream’s arms, and he watched Dream’s eyes soften, seemingly considering his options. “C’mon. Put your arms behind your head for me.”

“But, I–“ He tried to fight, but the smile on Sapnap’s face was too caring for him to want to say no, as well as a reminder that he promised to let Sapnap do whatever he wanted. He sighed, crossing his arms behind his head and laying back against them, shifting around to get comfortable before looking up at Sapnap, and the excited look he had made everything worth it.

“Thank you, Dreamie,” Sapnap said, before gently scratching at Dream’s underarms, giggling along with him as he immediately tensed up and began to squirm.

“Gohohod…” He mumbled, bending his knees and swaying them in the air to keep his upper body still. “Thihis suhuhucks.”

“I know, but I’m really happy you’re letting me do it,” Sapnap said sweetly, making Dream whine and bend his elbows in to try and hide his face. Sapnap chuckled, gently trailing his wiggling fingers all the way down Dream’s sides, then back up again, over his ribs, sides, above his hips, and back to his underarms where he stayed for a moment longer. “This is good.”

“Shuhut uhup.” Suddenly, there were two fingers digging into Dream’s highest ribs on each side, making him yell out in shock and slam his arms down. “AHAHA, WHYHYHY?!” He asked, completely caught off guard, grabbing Sapnap’s hands and pulling him off, wrapping his arms around himself so he could breathe while Sapnap laughed at his reaction.

“I just wanted to see what would happen,” Sapnap explained, getting an eye roll and an amused smile from Dream, before he turned his attention back to George. “Your turn now.”

“What?! No, no, I can’t, no you–“ George denied, shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest and holding his opposite shoulders to keep himself closed off. “Noho, you know I– you know–“

“Georgiiieee…” Sapnap sang, mirroring George’s position just to mock him. “You know you promised to let me do whatever I want.”

“But I–“

“Arms. Up.” Sapnap grabbed George’s elbows, pushing on them, but George just clamped them down tighter.

“Noho! No, no, plehease, don’t, Sapnahahap, DON’T–“ George continued to fight, pushing against Sapnap’s strength until his arms shook, but he could only go for so long. Sapnap was quickly able to pin his elbows down next to his head, squeezing his arms as he did.

“There!”

“C’monohon, that’s not fair!”

“You’re right, it’s not. You’re supposed to keep them there. So keep them here.”

“Noho!” George yelled, slamming them down against his sides as soon as Sapnap let him go. Sapnap raised his eyebrows, giving him a stern look, and George whined helplessly. He moved his arms again, getting about halfway up before slamming them down, nervous giggles making their way out of his mouth. He groaned, trying one more time, and that time Sapnap managed to shove his hands under his arms before he slammed them down again, making George squeal and clamp down even harder, shaking his head uselessly. “NAHAHA– nohohoho! PLEHEHEASE, plehease, Sahahap, plehehehease!”

“You’re such a baby, oh my god,” Sapnap teased, pulling his hands out and latching onto George’s ribs instead, making his laughter turn more frantic than ever, squirming so strongly it could convince someone that Sapnap was actually killing him.

“SAPNAHAHAHAP! STOHOHOP, PLEHEHEASE!” George pleaded as he held onto Sapnap’s wrists, trying desperately to pull him away, but he was too weakened by the tickles to be able to grab much more than one finger at a time. “IHI CAHAHA–!” Sapnap laughed along with him at his reactions, tightening his knees on either side of George’s hips to keep himself steady, his constant bucking and kicking nearly flinging him off. After a moment, he decided to give the poor boy a break, pulling his hands back and pressing down on George’s shoulders to stabilize him, giving him a chance to breathe and contain himself.

While also making it harder for him to squirm around to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Oh myhyhy gohohohod…” George’s giggles continued at a constant pace, his torso jumping and flinching with the hopeless attempt to squirm away. His hips shifted under Sapnap’s body, pushing his shoulders up to try and get his hands away, but nothing worked. “Lehehet goho of mehehehe.”

“But this is so fun.”

“Sahapnahahap!”

“Ugh, okay, whatever,” He said with an eye roll, letting George’s shoulders go and sliding back to sit further down on his thighs instead.

Suddenly, he reached over to latch his hands onto Dream’s legs, squeezing right above his knees without any mercy. Dream absolutely screamed, yelling out in shock and jumping so hard it knocked Sapnap’s headboard against the wall.

“AH– GOHOHOD–!” Dream arched his back at the sensation, his legs kicking out against his will and attempting to dislodge the hands. When this didn’t work, he jolted upwards, attempting to sit up and reaching forward to grab at Sapnap’s hands to pull him off that way. In retaliation, Sapnap simply shoved him backwards so he'd fall back down and grabbed onto his hips instead, squeezing cruelly at the area right above them. “NOHOHO! SAHAP, STOHOP!” He protested, letting out a loud yelp when Sapnap’s thumbs dug into the sweet spot above his hip bone, bucking his hips and flinging Sapnap’s hands away.

“Holy fuck, Dream, you’re supposed to be the one who can stay still!” Sapnap commented, grabbing Dream’s hips and pulling him back down into his place. Dream covered his face in embarrassment, his cheeks bright red where his skin peaked between his fingers.

“Ihi cahahan’t hehelp ihihihit!” He defended, making the other two laugh, and Sapnap dug his thumbs in again. He let out another squeal, bringing his legs up in an attempt to fold himself in half, but one quick squeeze to his knees made him kick back out with another laugh.

Then, Sapnap moved back to his tummy, quickly grabbing the hem of Dream’s shirt that had already ridden up to show his lower tummy and pushing it the rest of the way up. Dream caught on immediately, his tummy jumping at the new air in his skin, shaking his head and protesting.

“Nohoho, nonono, Sahapnap, dohohon’t–!” He was cut off when Sapnap’s hands touched down, scribbling up and down the sides of his tummy and scratching all around his belly button, making him suck in his tummy and simultaneously arch his back, against his own volition. “Nahahahaha!” Dream’s laughter was high pitched and squeaky now, quickly turning breathless the longer the tickling went on.

“You’re doing way better than I expected you to,” Sapnap praised over his laughter, earning a groan in response.

“Shuhut UHUHUP!” He replied, trying to sound as angry as he could while giggling his head off, making Sapnap snort. The tickling migrated down to Dream’s lower tummy, and he gasped and threw one arm over his face, holding in his laughter as much as he could. It only lasted a few seconds though, before he broke out into helpless, high pitched giggles, taking in hiccupy breaths between every few as his hips twitched with each touch. His other hand landed on the bed, hitting the sheets a few times to expel any extra energy he couldn’t get out by squirming and kicking.

Then, suddenly, Sapnap dug his pointer fingers into the spot just next to his hipbones, another sweet spot that he knew was sure to make Dream scream, and he leaned down to blow the biggest raspberry he could manage right in the center of his stomach. As expected, Dream let out a loud yell, both hands immediately jumping to tangle his fingers in Sapnap’s hair, pulling him off and shoving at his hands.

“OKAHAHAY, OKAY, MIHINECRAHAHAFT, MINECRAFT, STOHOP, PLEHEHEASE!” Dream pleaded, and Sapnap did immediately, tugging Dream’s shirt back down and placing one palm flat on his tummy.

“Okay, Dreamie, okay, we’re done. We’re done,” He reassured, rubbing the ghost tickles away for him with firm pressure so he didn’t tickle him more. After a few moments, he leaned over George to reach down beside the bed, taking a water bottle out of the mini fridge he had next to his bed, twisting it open and handing it to Dream. “Here, drink this.” Dream took it gratefully, taking another big breath before propping himself up onto his elbow to gulp down the water he desperately needed.

“Thank you,” He whispered, smiling at Sapnap, flopping back down and continuing to breathe heavily.

“You okay?” Sapnap asked, amused, earning a nod.

“Yeah. Just gotta catch my breath. But yeah, I’m good…” Dream explained, and Sapnap hummed in understanding, taking Dream’s hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before turning his attention back to George underneath him.

“Alright. Your turn again, baby boy,” Sapnap teased, his smile turning sinister, and George's eyes widened immediately.

“What?! No! No, I thought you were done!” George’s squirming began again, trying to push at Sapnap’s knees. To his surprise, Sapnap did move, but it was clearly by his own choice, and he shifted to sit cross-legged next to George instead. George moved to squirm away, but he didn’t get the chance, because Sapnap simply grabbed his ankles and pinned them under his arm, trapping them in a headlock position. “No, Sapnap, don’t–“

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet, idiot. You’re so squirmy over nothing.”

“This is not over nothing!” George argued, pulling at his legs, twisting his ankles leaning up onto his elbows to try and get a better angle– anything he could think of to get free, but nothing worked. Sapnap simply held tighter, yanking him closer so George’s legs were over his lap and he could hold further up his calves, knocking him off his elbows and back down flat. Before George could even think to sit up again, there was a hand between his thighs, squeezing the inner part of his right leg with absolutely no mercy. “NOHOHO! DOHON’T, PLEHEHEASE!” George screamed, his body thrashing, legs kicking desperately in Sapnap’s hold.

“There we go!” Sapnap exclaimed happily, thrilled with the reaction and how tortured George was sounding. “That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“NAHAHAHA!” George protested, shaking his head so frantically Sapnap was worried he might’ve given himself whiplash. The hand on his inner thigh continued squeezing, moving up and down his leg, staying at the spot right in the middle that made George scream out. “NOHOHO SAHAHAPNAP!” George reached forward to try and pull at Sapnap’s arm, but he couldn’t get a good grip, and his hand kept slipping away. It only became harder when Sapnap’s hand moved downward, squeezing the back of his thigh as he did, his entire hand curled around George’s knee, now digging into the back of it and making George arch his hips off the bed as his leg kicked helplessly. “FUHUCK, STOHOP! AHAHA, STOHOHOHOP!”

“I’m not hearing the safe word yet, George, you know when to use it,” Sapnap reminded, both to tease George about not stopping him yet and to make sure he still remembered it was an option. Quickly, he slid his hand back up, digging into the crease between George’s hip and thigh just a couple times, to make George flail and squeal– which is exactly what he did.

“NO– AH!” George yelped, his whole body jolting at the feeling that was gone as soon as it started.

Then, Sapnap switched arms, holding George’s ankles as tightly as he could in the opposite arm’s headlock, and then scribbled his nails up and down the soles of his socked feet without warning.

“OH SHIHIHIT– NOHOHO, SAHAHAPNAHAHAP, STOHOP IHIHIT–!” George’s voice was frantic, his body language desperate and hopeless, arching his back off the bed and turning himself to the side to bury his face in the pillow under him. He felt a hand touch his, gasping at the sudden touch, and he whipped his head around to see Dream lacing their fingers together gently to keep him grounded. Everything was just too much for him– his hand being held, the attention on him, the fingers tickling his feet, fast and rough with it, not giving George a second to breathe– it was making him dizzy. “PLEHEHEASE- PLEASE, IHI CAHAHA– I CAHAN’T–“ He took in a breath, swallowing against his dry throat, whimpering at the scratchiness he felt and slamming his free hand against the bed, gripping the sheets in his fist.

He couldn’t take any more, and Sapnap showed no signs of slowing down.

“SAHAP, STOHOHOP! MIHINECRAHAHAFT!” He yelled, and the immediate removal of the unbearable tickling filled him with so much relief he collapsed against the bed, jaw dropped as he took in as much oxygen as his body could, as quickly as he could. Sapnap broke into loud laughter as soon as the room went silent, Dream following quickly after, and George couldn’t help but laugh as well, whining in embarrassment. “It’s nohot funnyhyhy! Leave mehe alooooneee…” He complained, grabbing the pillow behind his head and pulling it over his face.

“It’s a little funny, Georgie,” Dream said, making George groan angrily, muffled by the pillow. Sapnap and Dream laughed again, but gave George a second to calm down still.

“I’m sorry, baby boy, I’m sorry. We’re done, it’s okay,” Sapnap soothed, patting George’s tummy gently, sliding his hands up his sides to his arms, pulling them down and taking the pillow away. “C’mon, you’re alright now, you can just chill. Here,” Sapnap said as he pushed George’s legs off his lap and leaned over to the fridge again, grabbing another bottle of water for George. George rolled his eyes but took it, pushing himself to sit up so he could open the water and drink some. In the meantime, Sapnap turned his attention to Dream, running a hand through his messy hair and cupping his cheek, rubbing his thumb gently under his eye. “You did really well. Both of you did a really good job. I really appreciate you letting me do that, even if it was really mean.”

“Hm…” Dream hummed, closing his eyes and melting into the touch. His hand came up to rest on top of Sapnap’s, almost comically large in comparison, but neither of them seemed to notice. “Of course. Anything for you. We love you.”

“Aw, Dreamie…” Sapnap whispered, smiling softly. “Turn over, I have an idea.” Dream fluttered his eyes open and nodded, trusting Sapnap wholeheartedly. He turned onto his tummy, wrapping his arms around the pillow and settling down against it, closing his eyes again. Sapnap smiled, fussing with his hair for a moment again before shifting over to straddle the backs of his thighs. Dream looked back at the sudden weight, but stayed relaxed. “Okay perfect, now you, c’mere,” He said, motioning to George, who looked over at him with wide eyes but slid over anyway. He let Sapnap pull him into place, and he ended up with his legs draped over Dream’s body, his head on Sapnap’s shoulder, and Sapnap’s hand on the back of his neck, running through the front of his hair before resting there and scratching at the soft curls.

George would never admit it, but all three of them could feel how instantly he relaxed into the hold, leaning against Sapnap’s chest.

“There we go,” Sapnap whispered, and his free hand dropped onto Dream’s back, gently scratching up and down his spine the way he knew Dream liked– even though it tickled like crazy. Dream gasped at first, shoulders tensing, but he relaxed even further after barely a second, letting out soft giggles and tiny kicks and squirms whenever Sapnap passed a good spot. “This is good, right?”

“Mhm,” George mumbled, nodding, Sapnap’s fingers practically putting him to sleep– and Dream was no better. “You had fun with that?”

“Oh my god, of course I did. How could I not when you’re both so cute?” Sapnap replied, making George hide in his neck and giggle, squirming to get closer. George always tended to get shy after tickles, and sometimes– if Sapnap was lucky– he’d get clingy too, only wanting to cuddle and nap and never let go.

It seemed Sapnap was lucky that day.

After a long while of silence, Sapnap took his hand off George's neck to reach for the remote, turning Death Note back on and lowering the volume, knowing George liked to have something on as background noise so he could relax easier. He took George's hand in his, bringing his palm up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to it. George giggled at the feeling, scrunching his nose up and shaking his head.

"Whahat are you doihing?" He asked through giggles, his hand flinching when Sapnap did it again.

"Giving you kisses," He said, doing it again. "Duh." Another kiss, each one making George flinch and giggle more.

"Yohou're duhumb. Let go." George tugged on his hand. Sapnap pulled his wrist closer, placing another kiss, and George's entire body jolted at that one.

"Stohop," He said in a fake stern voice.

"Nah. Bet my beard is tickling you too, huh?"

"Noho!" George denied, but Sapnap simply held his hand up to his mouth with both of his, making sure George couldn't pull away. He then continued to kiss at George's palm, over his fingers, up to his wrist, making sure to scratch his beard against his hand as he did it. "Nahaha! Sahahap! Thihihis ihis stuhupihihid, stohop!" George said through his giggles, his voice breathy and high in his throat. He squirmed at the feeling, pushing at Sapnap's head with his free hand, tapping his toes against the bed as he did so. After a few moments of this, George whined again. "Okay, okahahay, stohohop, it feels weheheird on my hahahand, c'mohon–“ He explained, and Sapnap let him go with one final, overdramatic kiss that he punctuated with a silly 'mwah!' sound effect. George giggled as he wiped his hand off on his pants, shaking his head and scrunching his nose at Sapnap, before leaning back against his shoulder again.

A moment later, Sapnap leaned down slightly, and he could see that Dream had fallen asleep, he smiled softly, wordlessly motioning for George to lay down as well, and he pulled his special Houston Rockets blanket over all three of them as he pulled George in to cuddle closer.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, knowing George’s mind could either go racing or go completely blank after tickles, and George hummed contentedly.

“M’good,” He replied sleepily, curling up against Sapnap’s chest and tugging him in by his hips. Sapnap giggled at the sudden pull, pressing a kiss to George’s temple and reaching over to make sure his hand stayed in contact with Dream’s arm behind George’s head, and they both joined Dream in a quick nap soon after.

And of course, the next day was filled with plenty of glorious revenge birthday tickles– after all, it was still Sapnap’s birthday.

[nuggets-and-stars]

Hmm are mlp fic request open?.. If it open can You do lee! Twilight with ler! Princess celestia and ler! Princess Luna :D? (You can decline this request if you want)

So..... how you doin'? Ya like jazz???

Yesssss I know it's been a while I'm sorRY- I kinda fell out of love with mlp for a bit and gained some new hyperfixations. But I'm back now and ready to fill out this request (there is also another mlp ask in my ask box rotting away and collecting dust and cobwebs as we speak right now. I will also get to that okay I promise) and I've also been trying to improve my writing a little bit :)

Again I am so sorry for the wait

Lee: Twilight

Lers: Celestia and Luna

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Twilight stiffened as she tried to fight back a dreaded giggle from escaping her tightly closed lips. She couldn't imagine a more embarrassing predicament. Here she was, mere seconds away from giggling like a foal in front of Princess Celestia and Luna. All from a stupid, singular feather.

Wait, that was wrong. None of Celestia's feathers are stupid, they are very regel, actually. But not when you're in the middle of being tick-

...

You know, that word.

"Do you require some assistance, dear sister?" Luna asked with a smirk.

"Yes, unfortunately. She's being stubborn." Celestia replied curtly, running her feathers up and down Twilight's sides.

Twilight puffed out her cheeks as her ears turned red, despite being on the brink of cracking, she felt the need to defend herself. "Noho I'm nohoHAHAHAHAT! WHY?"

"Because it's fun." Celestia responded in a simple manner, "seeing my most faithful student all giggly like this is a magnificent sight, I must say."

Luna wiggled her feathers under Twilight's chin, causing her to scrunch her neck and trap Luna's wing. "The fun is being doubled! ... Can I have back my wing now?"

"Nohoho... it ti- feels weird." Twilight mumbled through giggles, a dark, red blush dusting her cheeks.

The princesses stayed silent as they register what Twilight had just said.

"You can't say tickle?" Celestia asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Twilight was mortified at the information she just released. She can't believe she just let that happen, she desperately hoped that they would gloss over that and ignore it.

"But why? It's just a word." Luna piped up, continuing to wiggle her feathers under her chin. "Tickle. See? Just a word. Tickle tickle tickle."

Twilight, at this point, had no idea if Luna was teasing her or was serious. Either way, this was the most humiliating thing to happen to her by far.

"Stahahahap! You're mahahakihihing ihit wohohohorse!"

"Making what worse? The tickles? Do your friends know you can't say tickle?" Okay, they were definitely teasing her at this point. She can't imagine what her friends would do if they figured out this information, especially Rainbow Dash.

"Okay, okay... we'll let you go. For now." The princesses both released their grip from Twilight, the purple pony took a moment to catch her breath.

Luna leaned over. "Did you have fun?"

"... Yeah..."

[gaybananabread]

⁠✧.*Are You Listening?*⁠.⁠✧

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

Lee: Edward

Ler: Stede

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I always get my revenge~”

[iwillneverpoststuff]

You’re so annoying… | Lee!Venti, Ler! Diluc (Genshin Fic)

Fic! because i’m bored :D

Lee!Venti

Ler!Diluc

Diluc and Venti go on a mission together but the Anemo archon himself can never take anything seriously. Diluc takes matters into his own hands…

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Diluc and Venti had been called to a meeting with the knights of Favonious. The whole team needed to go on a mission to fight off some fatui members who made their way into Mondstat territory. The team split up into smaller groups in order to work more efficiently.

“I’m sure I could get more work done on my own…” Diluc complained with his arms crossed when he was paired with Venti. But Jean insisted they needed each other to keep safe.

And so there they were… Diluc and Venti traveling towards Dragonspine together and it’s quite the long walk…

“Okay, Diluc! Looks like it’s just you and me. How about a drink? Or should I play some music to keep us entertained?” Venti takes out his lyre and a bottle of gin.

Diluc groans and holds up his hand to stop Venti.

“Don’t. This is a serious mission! There could be fatui around and you’re going to be out here making noise!”

Venti gawks, “This is not noise! That’s actually very insulting. I am a musician!”

Diluc rolls his eyes, “I wouldn’t exactly consider a bard a musician…”

Venti stops in front of Diluc with a glare, “What did you say?”

Diluc sighs, “Come on. We don’t have time for games, let’s just move on.”

As Diluc walks ahead of Venti, he feels a tug on the back of his boots. Diluc ignores it at first, but then one step after another he feels Venti flat tiring his shoes!

“Can you cut that out?!”

Venti mocks Diluc and laughs, “Cut what out?”

Diluc tries to ignore Venti’s antics, but Venti was making it really hard. He resorted to playing music anyway, pulling Diluc’s ponytail to mess with him, and overall just being a nuisance. Finally, Diluc has had enough. Venti’s squeeze to Diluc’s side was the last straw. As Venti tried to run away, Diluc wraps his arms around Venti’s waist to trap him.

“Eep!” Venti squeaks, “Diluc what are you doing??”

Diluc narrows his eyes at Venti, “You’ve been bugging me all this time and I’m not letting you get away with it anymore..”

Venti squirms in Diluc’s grasp, growing nervous already, “W-What do you mean? What are you going to do?!”

Diluc huffs, and the faintest smirk grows on his face, “This…”

Suddenly Diluc’s fingers dig into Venti’s sides, showing no mercy as Venti doubles over and starts giggling.

“GAH! Wahahait!! D-Diluc! Nohot that! Stop!”

Diluc smirks more visibly now, following Venti as Venti falls to the ground in stitches.

“No. This is what you get for pestering me. These are the consequences to your own actions.”

Venti squeals as Diluc spiders his fingers over his stomach, making his giggles turn into laughter that squeaks when he gets too close to his ribs.

“DILUC! Ahahaha!! Diluc nohohooo! I’m sohorry! I won’t do it again! Please! What if the fatui hears us!!”

“Oh, now you’re worried about the fatui?” Diluc chuckles and begins to tickle Venti’s ribs as if he were playing a piano. He wiggles his fingers over each rib, creating higher giggles as he moves up.

“How many ribs do you have, Venti?” Diluc smirks.

“I dohohont know?! Stahahap that!! Get off you weirdo!”

“I’m weird? Sheesh…” Diluc shakes his head, “Guess we’ll have to count… one… two..” He goes up his ribs one by one, counting and tickling the bones.

“DILUC!! STOhohoOHop!! Not thehere!!”

“Oh, you made me lose count.. I’ll have to start over~”

“NOOOooo!! Plehehease!! Nohoho more! It’s too ticklish!!”

“..Let me finish to count and then I’ll be done..”

“Screw yohohouu!!”

“That’s not very nice. Now I will start over. One.. two.. three..”

“NAHAHOO! IM SORRY! IM SORRYY!”

“..24!” Diluc exclaims before digging his fingers into Venti’s armpits. Venti bucks his hips and shrieks, landing into hysterical laughter and blushing from the embarrassment of the sounds he makes.

“DILUHUHUC!! NOOOHHOOHOH!! NOT THEHEHERE! NAAHAHAh!! PLEASE!”

Diluc chuckles and tickles Venti a bit more before letting up.

“Are you going to stop being annoying and take the mission seriously?”

Venti heaves on the ground, “y-yes..” he glares at Diluc,

“..but after i get you back for this!”

Diluc freezes before getting up to dust himself off quickly and make a run for it.

Venti laughs, “Oho! You can run but you won’t get far! C’mere Diluc~~!”

“Leave me alone!”

———

Fin

[veryblushyswitch]

Eddward “Double D” ~ (tickle headcanons) 🐜

Lee

*Canonically ticklish and I’m so here for it ✨

*Eddy and Ed absolutely tickle this guy all the time. Whether that be because they need to convince him to go along with a scam, or just because the guy gets nervous and needs to chill out and laugh.

*Ed does a lot of the second one. He’ll notice Double D is rambling out of anxiety and drop everything he’s doing to pull Double D into a tickle hug till he’s nothing but giggles. 💖

*HAS THE CUTEST FUCKING GIGGLES GUYS 👏

*They’re so contagious that whoever��s tickling him can’t help but laugh along.

*Even Kevin has fallen victim to it.

*Kevin definitely sees Double D as a friend in my head. He doesn’t like Ed or Eddy, but genuinely enjoys Double D’s company.

*That being said, he still doesn’t shy away from calling him a dork or “beating him up.” Which just means Kevin will tickle him and make Double D say to Ed and Eddy he got beat up.

*I love to think Kevin and Double D hang out in secret and talk about motorcycles.

*Nazz will sometimes poke at the other guys not realizing she’s tickling them. She loves doing this to Double D.

*He always makes the most adorable funny noises and she adores them. Verbally mind you, and it makes Double D’s face go insanely red real fast.

*Eddy is such a teasey little shit to Double D.

*He loves to sneak in the word tickle into random sentences to watch Double D blush a little.

*He can say the word when doing the tickling, but hearing it in a lee mood makes him all flustered.

*When he’s in a ler mood though, it doesn’t phase him. Much to Eddy’s dismay.

*Is the type of lee to curl up in a little ball rather than try and fight off his ler. Most of time he wouldn’t be able to anyway so why put up a fight.

*He has been ganged up on by the other kids in the cul de sac. Everyone can’t help giggle along with him while he’s tickled.

*Kevin and Rolf are a terrifying ler duo to all the other kids. Especially to Double D.

*They’ll sneak up behind him then tease him till the sun goes down. Rolf is much more merciful than Kevin, but they balance each other out.

*Double D is definitely their favorite victim. They can tell he doesn’t totally hate it and find it enjoyable at how ticklish he is.

*Plus they can pretty much get him to do whatever they want if they tickle him long enough.

*Requires hugs or some sort of physical and/or emotional aftercare when he’s done being tickled.

~

Ler

*Uses a lot of strategy.

*As we’ve seen, he’s very scientific and is incredibly intelligent. So you better bet he’s memorized each little way to make his friends fall apart into giggles.

*Tickles Ed to make him happy. He knows that Ed enjoys it and loves the playfulness. Ed always tickles him back though so he’s gotta be careful.

*Tickles Eddy when he’s being annoying or to distract him while he’s trying to come up with another scam.

*He actually secretly loves being the ler, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to be the ler as much as he gets to be the lee.

*Uses lots of teases.

“Aww, Eddy! I’ve never heard you make that noise before!”

“Oh dear, Ed. It seems my hands are stuck under your arms. Looks like you’ve got lift them or they’ll be stuck there forever~”

“Always so gullible, Eddy. And always so ticklish.”

*Cue Double D’s cute little giggles 😭

*Can use the word tickle is he’s the one doing the tickling. But he can’t say it if he’s asked to out of nowhere.

*Has gotten Kevin back with Rolf’s help lots of times. He doesn’t dare ask Kevin to get back at Rolf because Rolf will go full on tickle monster on the both of them till they’re crying.

*Kevin finds it so flustering that he can be taken down by a dork like Double D, especially to something so childish like tickling.

*Double D always reassures him that it’s not childish and that everyone is a little ticklish somewhere. Cue Kevin’s revenge.

*Knows a lot of science behind tickling.

*All the technical terms and why certain areas are more ticklish than others, and he’ll talk about it while he’s tickling someone.

*Going on and on about why we have 24 ribs while counting them out loud, why our feet have so many nerve endings while scribbling them, as well as giving a personal demonstration of how different tools make the person emit different sounds of laughter.

*Eddy has been the test subject one too many times in his opinion.

*He can never really get away with tickling someone without that person getting their revenge. But all in all, he doesn’t really mind.

*He likes being able to be playful with his friends, and tickling is something he’ll always associate with special memories in the cul de sac.

[feathery-fall]

https://www.tumblr.com/feathery-fall/743975874502737920/may-i-request-a-ler-red-velvet-with-a-leecan?source=share

I really love it and wanna request more cookie run ler and y/n Lee stuff lol!

If you're open for another request...clotted cream ler and y/n Lee?

Again, love your stuff!

hehe, thank you! and ofc I'm open to another :D as I was drawing it I thought of a silly little idea for a lee!cc too, so you get a double feature :3

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OOOO OK HCS TO DABBLES

I hc Chrollo having REALLY ticklish palms. Like he’s mildly ticklish everywhere else, but his palms have that man on the floor giggling

Ler can be anyone, y/n or a canon character, I’m not picky :)

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

AHHH! *explodes* LEE!CHROLLO WHOOOOOOOOO!!! I love this man so much y'all don't even know aejarkaejrerejk I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

You held out your hand expectantly, waiting for Chrollo to comply. Such a bold gesture would be frowned upon in the Phantom Troupe- but as his partner, you had special privileges.

Chrollo looked at it, then at you. He offered you his book, but you didn’t take it. He offered you a nearby pebble, but again- it laid in your still hand. “I hadn’t realized this was a guessing game.”

You struggled to keep your poker face, flatting your lips so you wouldn’t smile watching him try and figure out what you were asking for. Finally, he took the pebble from you and laid his hand in yours, smiling when you squeezed it. “There it is.”

“Took you long enough.” You teased, bringing it closer to observe. The skin was scarred yet smooth- both soft and calloused in your grip. What confused you was the sudden lack of tattoos- you swore you saw them before. “Where’d they go?” You asked, dragging a finger along the back of his hand.

“Oh tha-eh!” The leader of your troupe seemed to stammer, straightening up as you carried on dragging your finger against his skin. “They only appear when I activate my power.”

“Really?” You mused, flipping his hand to look at his palm. “Do they appear here too?” You curled your nails against the skin, daring a peek.

“So-Soohohmetimes?” He gasped out, a few reluctant giggles following. “Aehhe-ehhahahhaha! (Y/N)! Pleahhahahhase! It tihihihihickles!”

“Really?” You couldn’t keep your poker face any longer, grinning outright as you scratched gently at his palms, making him double over in wheezy mirth. “Who knew the esteemed leader of the Phantom Troupe was so ticklish? Better be careful the others don’t find out- they’ll start a mutiny and tickle you until you give in.”

“Thehehehy alheahahhardy knoohohow! I’m nohohohoht wohoohohried about it!” He gasped out through his giggles, gently catching your wrist to stop the tickling. “I truuhuhst them with that lihihttle tihihidbit…and I truuhust you not to take ahahadvantage.”

“Hm.” You brought his hand up to your lips, kissing it gently and making him twitch with a small laugh. “No promises.”

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

Sexymen Shenanigans, pt 1/???

Mordecai: Alastor?

Alastor, looking up: Hmm? Yes, my feline fellow?

Ghirahim: Well, Strawberry, we wanted to bring something to your attention.

Alastor: And that would be?~

Bill: ONE, WELCOME BACK FROM HAZBIN! :D

Alastor: Ah, thank you, my friend! :D

Once-Ler: Secondly, we wanted to bring up Samantha...

Alastor: Oh? What about her?

Once-Ler: Wellll, she---

Double Trouble, cutting him off: It's been a week. She's been losing it. She keeps playing yours and Vox's duet on repeat on her phone. And she's been screaming.

Alastor: ...

Double Trouble: She is in shambles.

Bill: I HAVEN'T HEARD HER SCREAM SINCE SHE FOUND OUT ABOUT MY BOOK!

Once-Ler: Or the time she found out I was 6'4...

Mordecai: I must include the fact that she also found out I was a Sexyman.

Double Trouble: Or when I showed up during Season Five of my oh so beloved show.

Alastor, quietly: ....o h.

Once-Ler: ...so how do we calm her down?

Ghirahim: Wait it out, bean pole: she'll let up.

*she did not indeed "let up"*