#i get high… could be more lee could be more ler

[switchytransboy]

i think i finally figured out how weed impacts my tickle moods HAHA

if i’m like at the perfect level of high where im still on the climb or riding a mid level high out, i usually am super chaotic switch/ler-leaning

however

if i get really high, usually hit this point by evening LOL, that’s the point where i cross over the switch line into lee land 😅😅😂

[666anxiety666]

Hey if you're still doing fics of pressure, how about one where Seb and reader are playing hide & seek and Seb decides to be play dirty by getting reader to make any noise by being funny/telling jokes or he's either being sneaky in the shadows and reveals himself to the reader after several minutes of anticipation with a jumpscare?

Bonus points if he adds his "lets try to hide from the big scary monster next time, okay?"

HELL YEAH

From the shadows

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Y/N LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :>

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You quickly ran and hid behind a pile of boxes. Panting heavily as you covered your mouth. He was coming... you could hear him...

"Oh my little expendable~ come out, come out~"

You heard his teasing voice. Sebastian. You held back a gasp. You were determined to win this round of hide and seek.

"I know you're out there..~"

You heard his teasing voice. You could tell he was grinning... your grip on your mouth tightened.

Suddenly, all was quiet. You pause, your body trembling with anticipation. You peer out from behind the boxes on one side.

No one. No one was there. You raised an eye brow. Your eyes darting everywhere in the room for any sign of-

"Gotcha!"

You squealed when two big claws wrapped around your abdomen and pulled you out. It was Sebastian, of course. With a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well, well, look what I found~"

And with that, your tummy and sides were being attached. Sebastians claws raking up and down, causing you to squeal.

"Thought you could hide from me, Y/N?~"

Sebastian grinned. Keeping a tight grip on you as you thrashed and kicked.

"Ohoh! You're not going anywhere!"

Sebastian picked up his tickles. His third hand moved down to your hips. Squeezing the sensitive flesh there.

You squealed loudly. Trying to buck him off. You squealed and babbled apologies and pleas of mercy. But Sebastian didn't let up.

"Aw, stop? But where's the fun in that?~ Plus, you did hide from me...~

Sebastian grinned. His blunt claws digging right into the hip bone. Making you thrash and kick.

"Oho! Looks like I've found a bad spot, huh...? it would be such a shame if I were to use that to my advantage..."

Sebastian grinned wide, showing off his sharp teeth. Before you could protest. All three of his hands were attacking your poor hips. Drilling his thumbs into the dips, scratching and scribbling all over them.

"Jeez, Y/N... I don't think I've ever seen someone so ticklish. Must just be you, huh?"

Sebastian taunted. One hand also moves down to squeeze your thigh. Making you let out a high-pitched yelp.

Sebastian chuckled along with you. Enjoying watching you try desperately to kick and buck him off.

As you lost yourself in the tickles. Your face was bright red, tears of laughter peeking in the corners of your eyes. Trying with all your might to get away.

When suddenly, you snorted.

Sebastian paused his tickling. Finally giving you the break you needed as you panted and gasped for air on the floor.

Sebastian stared for a moment before he burst out laughing. You caught your breath and looked up at him. You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Oh, come on, buddy..."

Sebastian chuckled, wiping a stray tear from his eye.

"That was adorable!"

Sebastian grinned. Drumming his claws on the floor. You blinked at him. Relieved he wasn't weirded out by it.

"Say... can you do it again?~"

Your eyes widened. Quickly jumping up as you bolted, ready to hide once more. Sebastian right on your tail.

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YIPPE, all done :]

[saturnzskyzz]

𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒

Lee: Thanos Ler! Nam-gyu

A/N: 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 (𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 😔) 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 :]

Enjoy!

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In the ordinary life of the "Thanos world" as the rapper likes to call it; he and all that was rest of the players had successfully played another game to earn money. Thanos and Nam-gyu, who's always attached to the back of his leg, were chanting while skipping to their respected beds to chill.

"A SUCCESSFUL WIN!" Thanos shouted, while almost near their beds.

Nam-gyu smiled at the playfulness. He raised his fist to silently appluad their victory.

Now to their beds, with Thanos sitting on his, while Nam-gyu glued to his right side, but he didn't care. They were chilling while analyzing everyone else who looked distraught and panicked from major losses and just fear.

"What a bunch of sad souls." Nam-gyu said, putting on his fake empathy face. As he did, he turned to meet Thanos in the eyes, who also turned his head with a pretending saddened face. As they locked eyes, they couldn't help but giggle like a bunch of high school girls as they're way too high off their ass from the pills that Thanos liked to carry around.

"They'll get through it, bro. One way or another, that ihis." Thanos giggled, putting a hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder as leverage because, good god! The man was leaning almost off the bed to fall to his "death," he liked to imagine.

Nam-gyu glanced down at the hand, analyzing the tattoos that was on it. There was a black ring around his middle finger, as well as a very detailed tattoo right in the middle. He looked up at Thanos, and then back to the tattoos, until he realized that he had also had a line going straight down from his neck on the side. Of course, one could think to touch it.

As Thanos was still analyzing everyone else, he brought up his hand to trace from the top of his neck tattoo, following it down to where it met the jacket.

"AAH- watch it, man! What the fuck are you doing?" Thanos jolted, quickly looking at Nam-gyu who was just as shocked as he was. He covered the side of his neck while looking at him.

"Nah, I'm sorry dude. I just thought I'd look at your tattoo's." Nam-gyu said, talking with his hands- the same one that caused Thanos to scream.

"These tattoo's are AMAZING! got them done as quick as possible. You can look all you want. Go on!" he said, turning his head to the side to show his neck tattoo once more. This brought a smile on Nam-gyu's face.

"Woah, sick!" He said, reaching his hand once more to touch the tattoo again. Once more, Thanos screamed.

"H-HEY! no touching! Touching this one is off limits." Thanos demanded, pointing at his neck as he saw how Nam-gyu's shocked face go from a wicked smile.

"Oh really? Is the all legend, Thanos, sensitive on his neck?" Nam-gyu asked devilishly. As he said the word "sensitive" he used both hands to emphasize that word by wiggling them in the air, sending shivers down Thanos's spine.

"No way, bro! I'm too cool to be sensitive." Thanos explained, crossing his arms.

"Then show me!" Nam-gyu said suddenly, nodding his head.

"Show you what, boy?"

"Let me trace your neck tattoo. That'll prove that you aren't sensitive." Nam-gyu explained what he meant without giving away his evil smile.

"Why would I do that for?" Thanos may be high, but he was nervously high now. Why would he want him, the legend rapper, to prove that his neck isn't sensitive? Most specifically, ticklish at that!

"You've beat these game before- these people call them brutal! Surely you can handle my touch, dude." Nam-gyu tried to reason with him. That seemed to change Thanos's mind quite quickly.

"Of course I have! Touching me is NOTHING!" Thanos proudly said. If he were to take this as a challenge, then so be it!

"Then let me trace your neck tattoo!" Nam-gyu smiled now, getting excited by what he's assuming he's about to discover.

With those words, Thanos Whipped his head to the side to show off his neck tattoo with a challenging aura around him, never once uncrossing his arms. "Go for it, man!"

With that, Nam-gyu decided to use one arm to grab at his shoulder, and then used his other to trace the tattoo. He was looking at Thanos's face the entire time to see if the light touch would cause Thanos to break.

For Thanos, he was desperately holding in his giggles. They were wanting to come out so easily! But Thanos didn't let them. He held them in, while trying not to make a face, but his eye was definitely twitching at the sensation, and Nam-gyu could see that clearly.

With a chuckle, Nam-gyu decided to ditch the tracing idea, and went for scratching the area instead. That seemed to throw Thanos of completely.

His giggles came bursting out. Traitors!! He couldn't help but to push at Nam-gyu with one hand while covering his mouth with the other.

"Hehehehey- stohop it maAHAn!" Thanos muffled out.

"This is AMAZING! You couldn't even last one second, HA!" Nam-gyu decided to use four of his fingers to scratch at his neck now, resulting in Thanos to squirm a bit.

"Yohohou're dehehestROYING MYHY EHEHEHGO!" Thanos couldn't help it, this was so embarrassing! The light blush on his features couldn't be stopped either.

Nam-gyu didn't say anything after that. He was too focused on watching Thanos crumble by a few scratches to the neck. Who knew Thanos was ticklish on such a silly spot like his neck?

"Fuhuhuck OHOFF! yohohou bihihitch!" okay, that might've been a stretch. But the tingly feeling shooting down his entire spine was getting him in a dizzy loop.

Nam-gyu definitely didn't take that one bit. "Oh, so you want to call me a bitch now? I see. Well take THIS!" as Nam-gyu said this, he suddenly went for his sides.

Everyone was alarmed by the scream that Thanos released.

"AHAHA, WAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI'M SAHAHA-" he could barely form sentences at this point. He grabbed onto his friends wrists to try and push them off, but the longer he kept going, the weaker Thanos had gotten.

"No WAY you are apologising now! You called me a bitch, so take it like a man." Nam-gyu said, inching up to his ribs, never once staying on a spot.

"AAH-AhahahAHAhahaha, cohoho'mohon BOY! ihihit wahahas a slihihip UHUHUP! You truhuhust mehehe!" he squirmed even more by the new feeling on his ribs.

"Well, I didn't take it as a joke! So this won't be a joke either." as he said this, he was inching closer to Thanos's armpits, and Thanos panicked.

"WHAHAHIT- wahahit WAIT!" He said quickly, throwing his hands in the air to stop Nam-gyu in the process of him going for his death spot.

"What? You can't take your tickles?" Nam-gyu asked, teasingly, making Thanos go even redder.

"Ihihi'll doho anything, juhust please! Dohon't go the extreme, man!" Thanos tried to reason, which he became hopeful as he saw Nam-gyu actually think about his request.

"Hmm.." But there was no answer. He was left with hands stuck to his highest set of ribs, with Nam-gyu looking up to the roof to ponder.

"Ihi-...Naham-su?" Thanos said, getting his name wrong as always.

Nam-gyu snapped back to reality by the name, giving Thanos a smirk. "I almost considered it, Thanos." Nam-gyu said, irritated, as he gripped onto his ribs slightly more, causing Thanos to tense up with anticipated giggles.

".. Whahah-" he was shortly cut off by his friends voice.

"Laugh for me, Thanos." was all Nam-gyu said before going straight for his armpits, enlightening yet another scream from the man beside him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and gave himself a tight hug as to ensure and ground himself from the sensation that ran through his entire body.

"YOHOHOU BIHI- IHIHI MEHEAN- AHAHAHAHA."

Yeah.. Maybe correct yourself this time, Thanos. You're gonna be there for a while.

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This was short lived.. But, anyway! I hoped you all enjoy! :] (totally not posting this at midnight)

[namgyusbeastbaby]

Don't take things that aren't yours

hello!! this is my first fic, please be mindful :)

based off of a request from @luvfordaeho that wanted lee!nam-gyu and ler!thanos, thank you for requesting it, by the way! <3

!! sorry if its mischaracterised, im not as good as interpreting characters like before !!

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{[summary]} : nam gyu is bored, very bored, and needs entertainment. so, he pulls a prank on thanos to see if he notices any pills going missing, and he does. he thinks he knows who the culprit is, but needs to test something!

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After the Six-Legged-Pentathlon, Nam-Gyu was bored out of his fucking mind. He'd usually have Thanos to talk to, but Thanos was with stupid Min-Su and that Se-Mi bitch (his words, not mine!).

He went to Thanos' bunk to see if he could rile him up or piss him off somehow, and then he came across the older man's necklace. It was a surprise, really, Thanos never left his cross unattended, but it seemed this was a rare and once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Smirking to himself, Nam-Gyu picked the cross up delicately, as if it was the most fragile, ancient artifact known to man, and analysed it with a hungry gaze. Gosh, he had found the perfect thing.

Without thinking, he popped it open and took a few out. Surely Thanos wouldn't notice, right? I mean, he was oblivious to most things.

If this was a gameshow the biggest, fattest incorrect buzzer would be played, ever. EVERR

Because, well, Nam-Gyu was sneaky, and quite naive, as he took 2 pills. One for now, one for later. He ate one, stuffed one in his pocket and then went to go join the others.

"Hey, guys." Nam-Gyu sat next to Thanos casually, the both exchanging glances.

"What's up, my boy? Finally got out of your bunk?" The purple-haired rapper said in a teasing tone, a slight hint of skepticism in it that Nam-Gyu couldn't quite catch because he was under the pills influence.

"Yeah.. Figured I'd join you guys, got nothing to do." The younger said, boredom laced into his tone as he manspread a bit, listening to the others talk as he just fidgeted with his sweater paws, something he didn't usually do unless high. Thanos noticed this, and glanced at him.

"You good, bro?" He asked, gesturing to his hands. When Thanos was skeptical, he'd always find an answer.

"Mhm.." Nam-Gyu weakly nodded, not paying attention to Thanos. Although, he did look at him when he stood up. "Where are you going, Than?" He asked, using a little nickname on him.

"To get my cross."

Shit.

"But, why? It's not like anyone wants it, they don't know what's inside." Nam-Gyu attempted to seem nonchalant, shrugging. Although, inside, he knew he was fucked. It was inevitable.

"I need to recount my pills, you know? Just to make sure no one's taken them, yeah?"

Nam-Gyu went pale.

"Just wait here, yeah?" Thanos patted Nam-Gyu's thigh with a gentle squeeze. He smirked as Nam-Gyu covered his mouth, and walked off. It seemed Nam-Gyu was holding back a squeal, but, he wasn't that ticklish on his thighs?

The culprit had revealed himself quite easily, and Thanos couldn't have been happier. He then recounted his pills; 17 left, he had 19 before. That little shit took two!

Whatever, he couldn't be mad at Nam-Gyu. For one, he knew the younger was bored, second of all, he had done the same with some of his friends before. And, thirdly, he'd have his revenge soon.

He then waltzed other to Nam-Gyu calmly, and told him to follow him. Nam-Gyu nervously followed him. Thanos knew Nam-Gyu wasn't a fan of being publicly tickled, so, he took him to his (Thanos') bunk, a more private area.

"So, bro, care to explain where two of my pills went?"

He asked, sitting Nam-Gyu on the bed with a smirk. He wasn't made really. He was impressed, impressed that Nam-Gyu had the guts, and that he managed to pull it off.

"I don't know, maybe you swallowed them without thinking?" He tried to make up excuses, but he knew it was futile. Denial isn't always bad, is it?

"Then, you don't mind me testing your sensitivity, yeah, boy? I know your nerves, top to bottom! Being high causes sensitivity, hm?"

Nam-Gyu felt his heart in his throat. But, otherwise, he bravely accepted the challenge. He wasn't a pussy, and, plus, he could keep his reactions in, right?

"Fine."

"Great then, I'll be gentle!"

Ooh, how Nam-Gyu was so sensitive to gentle tickles. He tensed up when he felt Thanos gently tracing his ribs through the fabric of his jumper and shirt. Gosh, despite how thick they were, nothing would protect him from the older man's tickles. He almost burst out laughing right then and there, so he had to cover his mouth.

"Nuh-uh, Nam-Su. No covering your mouth, need to hear if your sensitivity is boosted or not, hm?"

He gently held Nam-Gyu's hand down, continuing to trace his ribs. Thanos knew how to break him, because he kept on nearing that one rib. It was driving him crazy.

"C-C'mon, Thaha- Thanos, I didn't take them-"

"Are you sure?" He asked with a grin, finding the younger man adorable, stopping the tickling on his ribs to pick his hands up in his and take his hands from his sleeves. He then started to gently trace his palms, and Nam-Gyu burst into soft, high-pitched giggles. He couldn't help it, his palms were already so sensitive!

"Stahaha- Stohop! Thahanos, you cahahan't-" He protested, trying to move away, but was also melting into the tickles. Smiling brightly, he leaned against Thanos, giggling his little heart out as Thanos raised an eyebrow. He had never seen Nam-Gyu so affectionate when high, it was a bit uncharacteristic.

"What's this about not taking my pills, then, boy? Did you lie to me?"

Thanos pried gently, mocking the lee softly as he didn't tease too much. It seemed Nam-Gyu was in an affectionate mood, and he wouldn't ruin that moment. And, plus, he knew what it was like to feel this way. He had been bored in his 20's and around ages 17-19. He knew what it was like to want to provoke somebody, and he knew it well.

"Nohoho, duhude! IhI- I dihihidn't!" Nam-Gyu was about to say something else, but, his protest was cut off and overtaken by a squeal. He was glad Thanos was sober, or he'd be fucked. Absolutely fucked.

Well, he still was.

Just not as much! Because, well, Thanos knew his limits here, and-

"THAHANOHOHOHOS!"

Nam-Gyu was cut out of his train of thoughts as he felt tracing on his bare skin, on his stomach. Thanos knew that was a bad spot, and planned to exploit it.

"SHIHIT- DUHUHUDE! OKAHAHAHAY- MAHAHAHAYBE I TOOK OHOHONE!"

"Maybe? One? I don't know, Nam-"

"OKAHAHAY- TWOHOHO! I TOHOHOOK TWOHOHO! DEHEHEFINITELYHEHE!-"

"Hm. Thank you, for admitting it."

Thanos smirked a bit, before letting Nam-Gyu go, ruffling his hair. He noticed how the younger seemed to want need a bit more affection, so Thanos wrapped an arm around him, and pulled him closer.

"You're lucky I'm sober, or I would've kept on going, Gyu."

He rubbed his back gently, making sure Nam-Gyu was okay. He passed him some leftover water he had.

"Just don't take my pills without permission again, alright, bro? Or, I'll take a pill before I see you squirm."

He watched as Nam-Gyu flushed a bit, a rare sight.

"Yeah, yeah, w-whatever."

Despite acting quite upset, he wasn't. He leaned into Thanos' touch, the touch reminding him of a friend or two he used to have.

He felt safe.

So, maybe this place wasn't so bad after all?

@secretly-tword-obsessed

[dreamingstraykids]

Hello! Can you write lee!Jiusng please? Maybe with ler!Stray kids or Bangchan? It will be funny. Thankss :)

TICKLE STORM

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This is a tickle FIC. If u are uncomfortable keep scrolling

Lee! Han 🐿️

Lers! Stray Kids 🫶🏻

Thanks for the request. I hope you like it 🫶🏻

Note: the way I love Han’s laughter 🫠🫠

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It was a rare evening where Stray Kids had no schedule. The dorm was buzzing with energy, as the members gathered in the living room, brainstorming what to do with their free time. Lee Know was lounging on the couch, Felix was baking cookies in the kitchen, and Bang Chan had just walked in with a mischievous grin.

Han Jisung, oblivious to the trouble brewing, was lying on the floor, scrolling through his phone with his legs resting on Hyunjin’s lap. He wore an oversized hoodie and shorts, a combination that left his sensitive legs dangerously exposed.

“I’m bored,” Bang Chan announced, rubbing his hands together.

“We could play a game,” Seungmin suggested, though his sly glance at Han hinted at an entirely different idea.

“Truth or dare?” Changbin offered, smirking.

Bang Chan shook his head. “Too tame. I think we should tickle the boredom away.” His eyes locked onto Han, who immediately froze, realizing he was the target.

“Wait! No, no, no!” Han scrambled to sit up, his voice a mix of panic and laughter already. “Guys, don’t even think about it!”

“Why not?” Hyunjin teased, poking Han’s side and grinning when the younger boy flinched. “You’re basically asking for it with how ticklish you are.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since we tested your limits,” Lee Know added, stretching dramatically as if warming up for the inevitable.

“Test my limits?! Are you trying to kill me?” Han squeaked, backing up against the wall.

Before he could escape, Bang Chan lunged forward, trapping Han with a playful grin. “Sorry, Jisungie, but this is happening.”

“Chan-hyung, please—” Han’s plea was cut off as Bang Chan’s fingers darted to his ribs, squeezing lightly. The result was instant. Han burst into uncontrollable giggles, squirming as he tried to wiggle free.

“Hyung! NOHOHOHO!” Han cried out, his high-pitched laughter filling the room.

“That’s adorable,” Felix called from the kitchen, peeking his head out to watch the chaos unfold. “Get him for me, Chan!”

“Gladly!” Bang Chan replied, adding more pressure to Han’s ribs.

Hyunjin, not wanting to miss out, grabbed Han’s ankle, scribbling his fingers across the sole of his sock-covered foot. “Wow, he’s so sensitive here,” Hyunjin noted, laughing along with Han’s hysterics.

“NO! Hyunjin, NOT THEREE AHAHAHAH!” Han shrieked, his laughter bordering on silent. He flailed his arms and legs, trying to kick Hyunjin away, but it was useless.

“Let me try,” Changbin said, joining the fun. He knelt by Han’s knees and began gently pinching the sensitive spots.

“AHHH! BINNIE-HYUNG! NOOO! PLEASE AHAHAHAH” Han was a mess now, tears forming in his eyes as his laughter rang out uncontrollably.

Even Seungmin, who usually played the observer, couldn’t resist. “His neck is a weak spot, right?” he asked, crawling closer and wiggling his fingers under Han’s chin.

“Seungmin, don’t you dare!NOOO! HAHAHAHAHAH! ” Han managed to gasp between fits of laughter.

“Too late,” Seungmin said with a wicked grin, gently skittering his fingers along Han’s neck and making the boy squirm like crazy.

Lee Know, who had been watching with an amused smile, finally decided to join in. He grabbed Han’s arm and gently dug into his armpits. “You didn’t think you’d escape me, did you?”

“STOP! STOHOP! I CAN’T!” Han was thrashing now, his voice hoarse from laughter.

“Okay, okay, let’s give him a break,” Bang Chan said, finally pulling back. The rest of the members reluctantly let go, leaving Han sprawled on the floor, gasping for air. His face was bright red, and his hoodie was halfway up his torso from all the struggling.

“You guys are the worst,” Han mumbled, though the smile on his face betrayed any real anger.

“Admit it, you love it,” Bang Chan teased, ruffling Han’s hair.

“I do not!” Han protested, pouting.

“Sure you don’t,” Lee Know said with a smirk. “You’re just too cute when you laugh.”

Felix came over with a tray of cookies, kneeling beside Han. “Here, Jisungie, you earned these.”

Han grabbed a cookie and took a bite, still catching his breath. “You guys owe me so much.”

Han was still sprawled on the floor, desperately trying to recover from the first round of tickle attacks, but the other members weren’t done with him yet.

“Alright, alright,” Han said between gasps, holding up his hands in surrender. “You had your fun. Can we call a truce now?”

Bang Chan exchanged a glance with Lee Know, a mischievous glint in both their eyes. “A truce? Hmm…” Chan pretended to think, tapping his chin dramatically. “What do you guys think?”

“I think he’s asking for more,” Hyunjin said with a grin.

“Nohoho, I’m not!” Han yelped, trying to scoot away.

“Sorry, Jisungie,” Seungmin said, cracking his knuckles. “You know the rule: no mercy.”

Before Han could protest, Felix pounced on him from behind, wrapping his arms around Han’s torso. “I’ve got him, guys!” Felix giggled, holding Han in place as the others closed in.

“Felix, let me go! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Han cried, twisting helplessly in Felix’s hold.

“Not today, mate,” Felix replied, skittering his fingers along Han’s sides. Han immediately burst into another fit of giggles, squirming like a fish out of water.

“Perfect! He’s pinned!” Changbin announced, diving for Han’s legs. He grabbed both ankles, pulling off Han’s socks with a flourish. “Bare feet, let’s go!”

“Changbin-hyung, NOOO! NOT BARE AHAHAHAHA!” Han screamed, his voice already hoarse from laughing.

Changbin didn’t listen, scribbling his fingers across Han’s soles while Felix kept tickling his sides. The combination was deadly, and Han’s laughter went silent as he bucked wildly.

“Guys, I think he’s going to explode!” Jeongin said, laughing as he joined in, targeting Han’s knees with gentle pinches.

“Explode? Nah, he can take more,” Lee Know said, straddling Han’s waist and attacking his ribs with precision. “He’s tougher than he looks.”

“NOHOHO! I’M NOT!” Han squealed, tears streaming down his face as the tickling intensified. “I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAH!

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop…eventually,” Seungmin teased, going for Han’s neck again.

“NOO! YOU ARE TOHOH MEAN AAHAHAH! !” Han gasped, trying to swat Seungmin’s hands away, but his attempts were futile.

Meanwhile, Bang Chan orchestrated the chaos like a conductor. “Alright, everyone! Let’s go for a team attack! Hyunjin, get his tummy! Jeongin, go for his thighs! Felix, hold him steady!”

“NOOO! PLEAHAHAH STOHAHHAP !” Han howled, but it was too late. Hyunjin grinned wickedly as he lifted Han’s hoodie, revealing his vulnerable stomach. He wasted no time, lightly tracing circles around Han’s bellybutton, making the younger boy arch his back with a scream.

“His thighs are the worst,” Jeongin said, squeezing them gently and grinning when Han let out a high-pitched shriek.

“I HATE ALL OF YOOHOHAHAHU!” Han managed to yell, though his laughter betrayed him.

“Love you too, buddy,” Bang Chan said, diving in to tickle Han’s armpits.

It was total mayhem. Han was thrashing so hard he almost knocked Lee Know off his perch, but the members were relentless, tickling him from every angle.

“Okay, okay, STOOP AHAHA!” Han finally croaked, his voice barely audible over his uncontrollable laughter. “I GIVE UP!”

The members immediately backed off, laughing as Han lay on the floor in a heap, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Man, that was intense,” Hyunjin said, flopping onto the couch.

“You’re a good sport, Jisung,” Bang Chan said, patting Han’s head affectionately.

Han glared at them weakly, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. “I hate you all…but I love you too.”

“See? He had fun,” Felix said, handing Han a glass of water.

“Fun?” Han wheezed. “That was torture.”

Lee Know smirked. “You know what they say: laughter is the best medicine.”

“I’ll remember this, guys,” Han muttered, though his flushed face and lingering giggles made it clear he wasn’t too upset.

As the chaos died down, the members lounged around the living room, teasing and joking with each other. Even Han, still recovering, couldn’t help but laugh along, clung to Lee know while others cuddled him too to help him recover form the torture. In the end, the dorm was filled with warmth, laughter, and the undeniable bond of a family that thrived on chaos and love.

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[tickly-trashcan]

Transformers: One Tickle Headcanons!

A/N: look away LOOK AWAY im still obsessed with these silly little robots and i cannot get them out of my head so i wrote this while avoiding my other responsibilities LOL i hope the few transformers fans on my blog enjoy and if you're not a transformers fan read anyway and join the fandom i promise its so fun!!! (ps i might do headcanons for the other continuities as i watch more... tfp fans unite)

Orion Pax

this stupid little guy i love him to bits

he is really ticklish and he is so silly about it

hes such a switch like. he doesnt mind being tickled at all i bet he probs loves the attention LOL but he LOVES tickling other bots like d-16 hehe

he's veeery tickly under his arms ESPECIALLY if you get the seams that connect his arm to his torso that will make him scream. get him there

hes ticklish in most of the normal cybertronian tickle spots as well (dont ask me what those are. they are up to interpretation!) but i think hes also got a pretty sensitive chassis (tummy...) and if you get the little seams that go across his chassis he will be GONEE

hes got a really loud laugh i think... one of those rapid fire squealy laughs yup yup

he squeaks! and gasps! and makes other funny noises! but only if you catch him off guard otherwise he's just laughing lol

he will put up a fight if someone tickles him!!! he will go down kicking and actually has a good shot at turning the tables LOL

d-16 has had those tables turned on him so fast but he never learns! poor dee

like i said before hes pretty chill about getting tickled but he thinks hes literally The tickler of all time

hes very confident about his ler skills bc d-16 is so ticklish its actually not fair but if you put him up against elita he would fold so fast

wiggles his digits at d-16 every fucking chance he gets somebody stop his ass before he kills dee

i think he and d-16 tickle each other a lot without it escalating to a tickle fight or full-on murder (orion is the murderer.)

like they poke each other! all the time!

they're good about not doing it on shift (most of the time... side eyes orion again) but as soon as they clock out its a free for all

orion is pretty teasy but not overly so if that makes sense? hes more taunty than teasy HAHA like he'll say to d-16 "lol why do i keep forgetting how ticklish you are" and dee is screaming

he does not tickle elita. ever. she scares him.

also he tried to tickle her once and she wrecked his ass so bad he could hardly stand up. d-16 never let him hear the end of it either

d-16 will still randomly bring it up like "hey pax remember when you tried to tickle elita haha that was so- AUGH!!" and then orion jumps him

D-16

DEE MY BELOVED GAAAAH

he is ridiculously ticklish because i said so. I don't make the rules. also im right d-16 is the biggest lee on this list

hes also a switch but hes so ticklish its hard to get away with tickling other bots like orion because one poke and the tables are turned!! orion is nice to him sometimes tho and lets him get in a few tickles mwahaha

im pushing my d-16 hip agenda. are yall seeing a pattern with me giving my favs ticklish hips ITS BECAUSE HIS HIPS ARE RIGHT THERE!!! anyways. d-16 has the most grabbable and tickleable hips and his hips should be grabbed and tickled until he screams

hes also tickly on his thighs! and his chassis (more tummy!!)

d-16 is one of those people who will try to keep his laugh in but he literally lasts two seconds before hes giggling. two seconds is actually a generous estimate tbh!

his LAUGH i feel it in my bones hes got massive giggles and its kind of high pitched and hes so embarrassed but its adorable and im so upset about it

like once hes laughing its a much deeper laugh but initially since hes trying to keep himself from laughing he just giggles frantically and its so cute bc its so pitchy

HE SNORTS

he snorts and he hates it but it is literally The best thing in the world and orion loves to tickle him until he snorts

for a week after orion learned what the word "speedrun" meant he tried different speedrun challenges with d-16 (how fast can i make him mention megatronus prime, etc.) and one of the days was "how fast can i make d-16 snort"

the answer is 1 minute and 34 seconds in earth time i aint doing the cybertronian equivalent. google is right there.

when he tickles other bots its crazy tho he can be MEANNN if he gets the chance

like he will taunt worse than orion and hes also a really good tickler methinks.. knows how and when to be more rough and when to be more gentle so he can really drive someone up the wall

once he got orion pinned face down and just. shoved his servos under orion's arms. had him screaming and begging but tbh orion probs deserved it!

d-16 has never tried to tickle elita and does not plan to. he will make fun of orion's attempt but he knows better

i think d-16 was also the first one of the gang to give bee a little tickle!!! got him giggling and actually got him to stop yapping a lil bit hehe but it was fun for everyone

B-127

I will tolerate absolutely ZERO bee slander alright if you beef with him you beef with me get off my blog

bee is almost as ticklish as d-16 but had absolutely no idea until he met orion, d-16, and elita. zero clue.

he knew what tickling was! he had tried to tickle himself before after seeing some bots in a tickle fight but hes never been tickled until d-16 poked at him a bit and he jumped 10 feet in the air

d-16 is really nice about tickling bee.... gives him soft tickles bc he knows hes not used to it and tickles him just enough to get him giggling IM SO UPSET

orion is also pretty nice about it but hes too teasy and bee gets embarrassed (also hes learning abt teases from orion. more on that later!)

i think he's really tickly on his chassis!!! most tickly spot for him definitely... all over too not just tummy part but his sides and hes also got tickly knees! watch out tho bc this dude kicks LOL

he has one of those cackly laughs but also has really sweet giggles and he DEF squeaks i dont make the rules

hes pretty shy about tickling others at first but because hes just not used to being around other bots!! hes been told before that hes too much so hes worried that tickling other bots is going to cause other bots to shut him down... BUT HE LEARNS ITS OK TO BE SILLY!!!

he sees orion tickling d-16 and starts yapping about how hes never been tickled and d-16 and orion tickle him a bit and its really sweet but he does NOT know how to react

"WHY AM I LAUGHING WHAT" "we're tickling you bee thats what happens" "OH THATS AWESOME HAHA IT FEELS FUNNY"

bee definitely likes being tickled but he also loves tickling the other bots... id say more lee in general but will tickle when he feels like its okay to!

hes normally yapping about something completely unrelated when hes tickling someone which is really funny but he learned from orion (BAD INFLUENCE!!!) how to tease people

so! now when he tickles other bots he does the really evil teasy stuff... it hasnt come back to bite orion yet but d-16 is suffering!

Elita-1

ahem... women... women women I LOVE ELITA

okay i think shes pretty tickly but not nearly as much as the rest of them... she can take a few pokes and barely smile but also can you even get a few pokes in before shes wrecking ur ass? not really!

shes 90% ler and 10% lee and yes i would definitely piss her off so she would tickle me who said that not me. i love women.

shes tickly on her knees and under her arms!! good luck getting her tho she is very squirmy if you manage to get her and even then she will fight BACK

she has a really bright and bubbly laugh if she gets got really good and it is so lovely and GAAAAH

she doesnt actually tickle other bots that often its mostly if people piss her off or try to tickle her that she goes after them mwahaha

which is why orion is such a frequent victim of her attacks

she is also one of those people who is either silent when shes tickling someone or is the MEANEST teaser on planet earth and bots like orion have experienced both and he cannot decide which option is worse

she has tickled d-16 and bee before but not nearly as bad as orion... he pisses her off so bad LOL i love their dynamic

shes actually so sweet with bee compared to d-16 and orion like okay elita we get it you have a favorite (hes my fav too i totally understand)

i want to talk more about her as a lee tho bc i feel like... she actually wouldnt mind being tickled that much its mostly reflex and its also cuz she feels like shes gotta be tough and being soft kinda goes against that orz

she keeps this mostly to herself but she does occasionally let bee tickle her more than she would let another bot because she knows hes just a Guy and is too busy yapping about other stuff while he tickles her to be like "wait why are you letting me tickle you rn"

her soft spot for bee... makes me so ill...

she also shows clear favoritism for bee when shes tickling him the teases are so much sillier and shes not as evil in general. for orion pax it is on sight

[everettswritings]

Just had a thought in honor of the shadow milk update...lee!y/n x ler!shadow milk. Just another part of shadow milk with a Lee who is really susceptible to teases and tickles...imagine him just tickling y/n and teasing them while telling them how much he loves them...just saw the other two of the saga and wanted to kick up romance a little bit lol! Just imagining him tickling like crazy whole exaggerating his love like:

Shadow milk: you're so sweet! *tickly kisses* I just love you so much! *tickly kisses* oh I could just eat you up! *blows raspberries on them.*

Of course! Normally I don’t really imagine Shadow Milk Cookie as a guy into romance or whatever, but I’m making an exception for you and because I deserve a treat after surviving this week. (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

You’re not sure why, but somehow Shadow Milk Cookie has been even more of a goofball lately. It seems like his energy has been at an all time high and his drive to get laughs out of you has been even higher! Yet, somehow, there isn’t a particular reason for it. Your anniversary has already passed, your birthday’s not for a couple more months, and his birthday… you don’t even know when that is. Maybe it’s how the planets are aligned? Grasping at straws, yes, but it’s hard coming up with theories for this!

You were in the kitchen, you had just finished washing up the dishes and the jester was already brewing up a plan. After you dried off your hands with the towel, you went to go into the living room in order to sit down. Oh, foolish you. You really thought you could have a moment of peace in this house? You’re crazier than your partner is! When you set foot into the living room, you were immediately greeted with the level of eccentricity you’ve learned to expect.

“Look who it is, folks!” They exclaimed, zipping to your side, “The alluring, the wise, the humorous, the incredibly hot, the one and only Y/N Cookie!”. You felt them continuing to move around you, you could’ve sworn they were literally bouncing off the walls. “That’s right! The star of all my shows is finally here after being away so long!” They wrapped their arms around your shoulders, bombarding you with affectionate kisses.

“H-Hey, that tickles!” You felt yourself starting to laugh, but Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t stop; in fact, this is what he was after! You felt the ground shift beneath you and your back hit the softness of a bed in the blink of an eye. It was weirdly easy to forget that he could warp reality like this. Regardless, you were still being attacked with tickly kisses! You started to laugh even more, “C-Cut it ooouuut! Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hehehahaha!”, but although you kept telling him to quit it was just bluffing- he knew that, too. “Gah! You’re so cute!” The jester exclaimed, blowing a raspberry on your neck to get a squeal out of you, “Why’re you cute!? It isn’t fair to other cookies!” He continued as his hand started to dig into your stomach.

You were caught up in a tangle of limbs as Shadow Milk Cookie continued to tickle you. One hand was scribbling all over your rib cage, the other was drawing pictures on your stomach and giving the occasional poke to your side, and their legs wrapped around yours. Your face was flushed and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling; but it’s not like they’d want you to stop anytime soon. “Kitchy kitchy koo! Kitchy kitchy koo!” They teased “Oh, you cute little thing! My beloved star!” They continued adoringly, they loved seeing you like this. When your smile was so big it brightened your face that much more, and your laughter was like a symphony of aeolian instruments to them. “Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! S-Shadohohoho! Hahaha!” You tried to say something back, maybe a witty retort, but your vocabulary was overtaken by laughter at the moment. “Oh? Calling my name, darling? Maybe it’s time for my grand finale!”.

Immediately, you felt raspberries all over your stomach and you howled with giggles! They were like shockwaves through your whole body. The sound was loud, but nowhere near as loud as your shrieks. The only time you could breathe was when they would take their own deep breaths, but then they’d go right back and blow out everything onto your stomach. A never ending cycle, really. After a few more raspberries, you were finally released and Shadow Milk Cookie wrapped his arms around you without tickling you this time. He smiled and kissed your cheek “You were such a good audience, but honestly I think you’re better as an assistant!”, he wiped away a couple tears you didn’t realize had escaped as you were laughing. You smiled a little, knowing that was your partner’s unique way of telling you he loved you, “Yeah, love you too.” You replied.

After laying around and cuddling for a bit, you tried to get up to get back to your everyday life, but your ankle was immediately caught in a vice grip. “Who said you could leave? We haven’t even performed an encore yet!” Shadow Milk Cookie grinned, wiggling his fingers as they were slowly approaching your foot, “N-No! Don’t you da-HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” You tried to protest but your words were cut off by laughter as they began to attack once more. They’ll never change, will they? It’s not like you could complain. No matter what you say, your blushing face and all the laughing that comes out of you will say otherwise.

End of fic! I’ll try getting to more requests this weekend since I get to skip school on Monday(therapy). I don’t know how many I can guarantee because I’m having a sleepover with my girlfriend tomorrow, but I can guarantee at least one! Have a good one 🫶

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #4: Hide and Seek

Also on ao3

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Aether x Albedo (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Aether

Ler: Albedo

Warnings: Tickles! I'm so normal ab Albedo

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Aether wasn’t sure how he had managed to get the ever stoic chief alchemist of the Knights of Favonius to play windtrace with him. Call it that traveler charm, and Albedo’s ever growing infatuation with him, but hey, anything to get that guy to loosen up.

Albedo was mainly known for his genius when it came to alchemy, and apparently his awful seeking skills, Aether thought to himself. 

He couldn’t help but snicker behind a crate as he peaked over, observing a lost and frustrated Albedo. Deciding to play cheeky, the traveler exposed himself to the alchemist. Only to run out of sight when he was about to be caught. They kept up this cat and mouse chase, Albedo always being a handful too short of tagging the traveler. Aether wasn’t the (in)famous traveler for nothing.

If Albedo wanted to win, he needed to step up and fast. Determined to wipe that smug smirk off the traveler’s face, he flung himself towards the blonde. Sending them both tumbling across the ground, leaving a satisfied Albedo hovering over a mischievous traveler.

“Finally… I won this round” he said, as if he forgot all of his previous losses, the alchemist couldn’t help but smirk proudly. “Y’know, I think I deserve a reward after that stunt of yours”.

Before Aether could even ask what he meant, a high-pitched squeal forced its way out of his throat when he felt gloved fingers scribbling across his exposed stomach.

“Wahahait!! Not that! Albedo, plehehease!” his desperate pleading echoed in the open space, not doing him many favors as the alchemist’s smirk grew more smug. Making Aether’s cheeks flush at the sight.

“Heh, just as I thought. This smile suits you way better than that cocky one~” his fingers started squeezing and kneading the traveler’s hips like dough, sending him into further hysterics.

“Nahahahao! I’m sorry! Quit ihihit!” Aether whined like a toddler through his giggle fit, his hands ever so weakly grabbing at Albedo’s. Of course, the alchemist quickly picked up on the lack of force.

“I don’t know… something tells me that you’re enjoying yourself~” Albedo brought his tickly fingers back to the exposed belly, delicately circling his index finger around the blonde’s navel. 

“Eep! Wahait! Not there! I’ll dihihie!” Aether’s expression grew nervous yet full of childlike giddiness. He really did a bad job at hiding his enjoyment.

Albedo couldn’t help but chuckle at his victim’s dramatics. If anything, it encouraged him to dip his finger into the little button, giving it a few playful swirls. 

“heeEEYAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO—” Aether’s laughter grew silent. His hips desperately bucked in place before falling limp. His eyes were squeezed shut, started to glisten with small tears. Cheeks as ripe as apples, and that smile. That dazzling smile that has managed to capture the hearts of everyone in Teyvat, especially this alchemist. 

After staring in awe for a bit longer did Albedo finally finish the ticklish torment. Watching as Aether took greedy breaths, that toned chest heaving with each one he took. 

“You okay?” the alchemist couldn’t help but ask in such a soft tone, reaching over to brush back some of the messy strands of hair that got all tousled during the spectacle.

Aether nodded up at him with a bright smile, giving a thumbs up. Albedo could feel a genuine smile of his own forming. What a rollercoaster of events today was, but one thing was for certain. Albedo was so glad he agreed to tag along.

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[ticklishfizzy]

Can you make lee!vox ler!velvette?

Your wish is my command, lovely anon! Pairings: Lee!Vox & Ler!Velvette Warnings: Tickling, teasing, slight angsty Vox bc it's Vox come on, swearing (lmk if there's anything else) ✰✰✰ Vox sat at his desk, staring at his multitude of screens with an unamused look on his face. These moments were rare, where he had nothing to do but stare into the void and wait for something to happen. His fingers twitched, digging into the soft leather of his chair in an effort to stimulate his nerves. He hated these moments. He felt useless. He felt restless. He spun around in his chair for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour, looking around once more when his phone rang. He picked up almost immediately, happy to have something to occupy himself with. "Hello, my dear Velvette! How are you today?" The younger demon scoffed over the phone at his politeness. "Get down here. Your suit looks like shit." Now it was Vox's turn to scoff. Did it really look that bad? Sure, it had a few rips and tears, but that was all character! However, debating this with the fashionista didn't register to him as the best idea. He sighed, agreeing with Velvette and making his way down to her studio, greeting her with a big (albeit forced) smile. Velvette looked at him up and down in distaste. "Get over here. I need your measurements." Vox sighed, stepping onto the platform and following Velvette's instructions as she measured him, mumbling to herself and occasionally writing something down. It wasn't too unbearable, just annoying. That was until the fashion star's fingers brushed against his hip. His whole body jerked away from the touch as a startled glitching noise slipped out. "The fuck was that, Vox?" He flushed, trying to pass the glitching off as a cough. Velvette looked up at the taller demon, realization setting in as her previously worried expression turned smug. "No. Fuckin. Way." "Vel- Vel, we can talk about this-" Vox stepped backwards, stumbling off the platform and scrambling back to his feet. The younger demon smirked at his efforts, grabbing his hands and wrestling him to the ground, pinning his arms above his head with a sadistic grin that sent shivers down Vox's spine. The television demon held back the anticipatory giggles as best he could, but couldn't stop the red seeping onto his screen. Velvette smiled fondly, straddling him hips and digging her fingers into his sides. "ACK! V-Vehel! Wahahait!" He mentally cursed himself as the giggles made themselves known, squeaky and high-pitched as his usual shit-eating grin turned into a wobbly and giddy smile. His attacker cooed at the sight, moving up to his ribs and drilling her fingers into them, earning a squeal followed immediately by frantic and bubbly laughter. She'd have a field day teasing him about this later. "Tickle tickle tickle, Voxxy~! Better keep this under wraps, sweetie, wouldn't want the other Overlords to know you can be brought down with just a few pokes." "$Ŧض Ŧ@℅ŁꝀƗNǤ!" Velvette giggled, enjoying her usually stoic and big-talking friend being reduced to this. However, she knew it was about to be time to stop. She grinned, before going in for the kill. She pulled up Vox's shirt and proceeded to blow a raspberry on his hip, sending the television demon into hysterics. "V EL! SHI-" An error noise, then his screen went blue and his body went limp. "𝚅𝚘𝚡.𝚎𝚡𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖." "Well, shit-"

✰✰✰ I'd like to say for the record that I had to rewrite this piece of shit twice because Tumblr did not want to save. You're welcome.

[namgyusbeastbaby]

Don't jump to conclusions, they said.

haihaihaihaiahiahaiahaishshdiyeiejwje

super sorry for fic wait, @letupabit !! my personal life is wonky shlonky

also am a little drvnk, but only a little, so sorhy if there's any mistakes!! i finally have motivation now tho heuehueehue

also if i didn't specify before english is NOT my first language, so, like, sorry if there's any grammatical errors :((((

christmas colours in february goes hard dawggggg

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<summary!: thanos loses his cross, and being a stupid little shit, blames namgyu for it!!! 😱

even tho nam-gyu didn't take it, he wrecks the fuck out of him regardless and eventually finds it in his pocket!!! 😼>

tw: raspberries, pinning, intense tickles (?) (nothing sexual or anything, no tools either)

lees: namgyu, implied thanos

lers: thanos, implied namgyu

note from after i finished the fic: sorry if anything is ooc, cringe, ect. the title, summary and first half of fic was written by me when i was drunk

>♡<

He was losing his fucking mind.

Thanos had looked everywhere, like a dog hungry for blood, trying to find his cross necklace. He needed to get high. He needed to stop the shaking and quaking of his hands. But, holy fucking shit, it was MISSING.

WHO could've taken it?

WHERE could he find it?

WHY did they take it?

Those were the three questions racing through his mind for hours on end. Who, where, and why.

"I'm going to fucking kill myself in a minute! Where the fuck is my NECKLACE?!"

Gi-Hun, Dae-Ho, Jung-Bae, 'Young-il', and, heck, even Jun-Hee were watching him, bedazzled by his erratic and frantic behaviour. He might aswell have been foaming by the mouth, he looked like a fucking zombie.

To say the least, they were confused. Yet, they were laughing - or, atleast Jung-Bae was, and Dae-Ho too, but only a little. Even players that had never interacted with the purple haired man, like player 044 and 100 were staring at him like he was Renfield from Dracula (essentially a mad man).

After a while of mindless searching, a conclusion settled in his head.

Nam-Gyu.

He was going to absolutely demolish him. Usually, he'd be merciful, but those pills were the bane of his fucking existence. He needed them, and he needed them now.

"Woah, dude, why do you look so agitate- THANOS, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Nam-Gyu practically screamed when the older man pinned him to the floor, and he put his hands up in surrender.

"Holy shit- The fuck did I do?!"

He was smirking a little, but purely from nerves. That only ticked Thanos off more.

"Yo, where the fuck are my pills, boy?" Thanos asked, seemingly very agitated and on-edge. He needed some sort of outlet for his stress, and that was his pills. But, he couldn't find them.

"I don't know- I haven't seen them anywhere, I was going to ask you for soME-" Nam-Gyu tried to explain his case, but was cut off by Thanos giving his side a harsh pinch, earning a small squeak of surprise.

"I'm not playing around, Nam-Su, I need these pills. You know how shaky I'll be next game, right?" Thanos then pinned Nam-Gyu's arms above his head, his elbow pinning his left arm and his wrist pinning his right.

He then started to trace Nam-Gyu's sides gently, putting his free hand underneath his shirt first for more effect. Nam-Gyu almost squealed already, it was clear he was holding back, and he tried to curl up.

"IhI dohohon't hahave i-it!" Nam-Gyu pleaded, genuinely telling the truth, but Thanos wouldn't believe him. Nam-Gyu's lied to him about the pills before, and got wrecked then, so why believe him now?

"Come on, boy. You know I won't believe your lies again; tell me where it is, and I'll let you go; simple as!" He said as he lifted the younger man's shirt and started to trace over his stomach and ribs, earning squeaky, quiet, yet frantic, laughter from him.

Thanos could only smirk; it was a cute display, there was no denying it, but he had a goal. "Awwe, you struggling, Nam?"

Nam-Gyu clearly was, but only a little. He was squirming as much as he could without Thanos needing to pin him down too much, and he was also trying to bring his knees up to his chest. But, that couldn't happen, as one, he was laid down, and two, Thanos was straddling and looming over him.

"FUHUck ohoff, maHahan- I don't haHave ihit-" His giggles had a little bit of a whining tone to it now, as technically, he was being tickled for information he didn't have. And frankly, no good reason!

"Fuck off, huh? You want me to fuck off, yeah?" Oh, shit.

"WahahAIT- I dihihidn't mEHEan IT-" The brunette's scream, mixed with a squeal, was practically heard all over the dorm room from the purple haired man's raspberry attack on the sides of his stomach.

"You want another, boy? You like this, huh? You do? Give me my necklace back!" The older man demanded, blowing another on his abs, earning another squeal-like-scream. Nam-Gyu's face was a bit flushed now from the lack of breath and Thanos' accusations (which weren't entirely false).

"We could be doing this all da-" There was a sudden clanging on the floor. Thanos stopped tickling Nam-Gyu, but kept him pinned, and looked down to see what it was. It was the necklace he owned, q bit of the chain stuck in his own pocket still, so he couldn't assume it was Nam-Gyu who gave it up.

Thanos' face heated up a little too. He just fucking wrecked someone for no good reason- He was fucking dead.

"Well, hah, I think I have it now, Nam-Su! I'll see ya' later-" He then quickly got up, and was going to leave, knowing he was fucked when the younger male found out where it was.

But, Nam-Gyu's a very sneaky listener. He instantly grabbed Thanos ankle and pulled him back, wrestling him to the floor and pinning him on his stomach.

"So.. Su-Bong.. Care to show off those back tattoos, hm?"

A devious grin was plastered on Nam-Gyu's face as Thanos' squeals rang out through the room. It'd be a very noisy day for the other 200-or-so players here.

[silly-billy010]

Hehehhehe guffaws evilly and violently 😈😈 does bro perchance have any headcanons for namgyu 👉👈 especially lee!namgyu, there’s not enough in this wee fandom 😔

dances away on a rainbow

ok i made an ATTEMPT, just for u oomfie (so sorry if it’s ooc i tried my best </3)

NAM-GYU TK HEADCANONS ^_^

cw // mentioned/lightly implied thangyu and swearing

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・probably doesn’t partake in tickling stuff TOO much unless it’s around thanos

・ ^ but when he does participate, he is a LITTLE SHIT

・ mostly is a lee but does tickle others occasionally

LEE

・ nam-gyu’s relationship with being tickled is a little strange imo

・ while he is devastatingly ticklish, he finds being so verrryy humiliating but isn’t too strong/intimidating (except to min-su, that poor boy quakes in his boots at the very thought of tickling nam-gyu) so nam-gyu gets tickled more often than thanos does

・ ^ unless hes with thanos. thanos is the only person nam-gyu enjoys tolerates being tickled by

・ ^^ if he gets tickled by someone other than thanos he will PUNCH THEM (or at least try to)

・ he gets attacked by thanos so often. thanos thinks it’s funny

・ he HAAATES being tickled in front of people he's not close with (he thinks he has a reputation to uphold. he doesnt)

・ thanos likes to poke and prod at him a lot and it never fails to make nam-gyu yelp

・ giggles like a little girl when tickled

・ struggles to form words when under attack, it kinda just sounds like a keysmash

・ ^ “STAAHFSFJSAAHAMSHGKNV”

・ collects ‘unusual’ spots like pokemon cards

・ ^ for example, his hands but especially his knuckles (hence the sweater paws)

・ is very ticklish on his shoulders/shoulder blades and general back area

・ ^ could NEVER handle any sort of shoulder massage because he’d just be squirming around giggling

・ ^^ his friends would relentlessly tease him for it when he was growing up to the point where he got really self conscious about it, and nam-gyu was surprised when, instead, thanos just cooed and called it cute

・ worst spot is absolutely his stomach/abs and his knees/shins

・ can and DOES get flustered, and, if you’re lucky, sometimes he blushes

・ likes to cover his face/eyes with one arm and (attempt to) push his ler away with the other

・ his giggles get SOOO high pitched if his neck or his jaw/jawline is tickled

・ thanos likes to taunt him by saying ‘tickle tickle tickle’, nam-gyu hates that it works

・ loves soft tickles. would rather fall into a blender than admit it

・ thanos is veeerrry easily provoked which nam-gyu takes advantage of, even if it’s a subconscious thing lmaoao

・ pretty easy to sum up: if you aren’t thanos (or as close as thanos) and tickle nam-gyu, then he will just actually fight you LOL

LER

・ do i even need to say it? RUN

・ DO NOT STOP RUNNING EVER. YOU ARE RUNNING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE NOW

・ much crueler than thanos cause he takes out his anger on his lees and enjoys the rush of power he gets from it

・ ^ you’re gonna hear this a lot, but thanos is the exception to this. nam-gyu is usually just being playful with thanos LOL

・ enjoys tormenting min-su with tickles a lot. poor boy does not get any mercy

・ tag teams with thanos often, especially against MG coin/myung-gi (saw this in a fic, ty mr/ms @/letupabit)

・ ^ they are both SO mean when together, it’s a hazard

・ sometimes pokes at gyeong-su but doesn’t really do more than that

・ like thanos, he ALSO once tried to tickle se-mi

・ ^ and just like thanos, nam-gyu learned his lesson the exact same way (a knee to the crotch. cough)

・ LOOOOVES to tease his lees, he’s very verbal

・ ^ he loves the way they get so flustered, it gives him a bit of a power trip

・ ^^ specifically enjoys speaking in a high-pitched baby voice, just to mock them lol

・ rarely struggles to pin people down, but when he does, he calls on thanos to help, and if he does that’s how you know you’re fucked

・ even though thanos is usually the one tickling nam-gyu, nam-gyu ABSOLUTELY gets him from time to time

・ ^ he is well aware that thanos will most definitely get revenge. he does not care (sometimes its why he tickles him in the first place)

・ isn’t TOO good at it, but has a bit of an eye for knowing what spots are worse than others on his lees

・ ^ he’s working on it don’t worry

・ ^^ when he DOES manage to catch a killer spot, he gives the biggest shit-eating grin and you just know you’re screwed

・ soft tickles don’t really exist to this man as a ler unless it’s with somebody super close to him, and even then, he will absolutely pretend he’s not doing it

・ ^ occasionally tickles thanos just to see him smile if he’s down or smthn, and will proceed to pretend he isn’t doing that and instead makes up some bullshit excuse of ‘getting revenge’

・ ^^ refuses to admit either things to himself

・ there are two wolves inside nam-gyu: one is an absolute monster and one is soft and he refuses to believe the latter exists

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thanks so much for the request!!!!!! i tried to conjure up some nam-gyu hcs for you, not very proud of these at all but whatever yippepeee!! at first it was a little difficult to think up stuff, but then i just kind of word-vomitted words out of thin air. and so, you get this LMAOOOO

sorry if it’s not to your expectations, but i hope you like it!! and. once again, i have no idea how to end this so ………. byeee?? LOLAHSKFHJXG idk ���

[wreckingtickles]

Shoto Todoroki (mha) Headcanons

Having been raised apart from his siblings and his father being what he was, Todoroki's only memories of tickling as a child are tied to his mother; but after she was driven to the brink and hospitalized (how the fuck the author decided that the system that made Endeavor no. 2 was fine at some point after the Stain arc and that no charges should be pressed will forever baffle me), young Todoroki was cut off from that form of affection, among many others.

So when he was reintroduced to it by his classmates, everyone was surprised by his reaction, including Todoroki himself: not only is he very ticklish, he is completely unprepared when it cones to dealing with the sensation, and unable to stifle his reaction in the slightest: when he tries, he closes his eyes, giggles, and squirms in place, but the adorable display tends to be short-lived. His laughter is every bit as adorable as Izuku's, and unlike the latter's, it almost seems completely genuine, like he's just that happy, even though tickling can feel like torture to him.

It goes without saying that the first to tickle him was Kirishima, breaking down that physical barrier and confusing Todoroki quite a bit - is it torturous, or does it make him feel giddy? Izuku would be next, and even Shoji on one occasion after a massage; and after he started getting close to Bakugo, the two did clash ticklishly a couple of times. Tickling also ended up playing a part in his attempts to reconnect with his siblings, Fubuki and especially Natsuo in particular - defeating the golden child with tickles really made him feel like a big brother.

But unlike most of his male classmates, the other main exception being Midoriya, Todoroki is quite the popular lee with the girls as well, who love seeing the stoic, handsome boy giggle, attention that would end up eliciting the envy of Kaminari and Monoma.

But as surprised as everyone when he was revealed to be a viable lee, the few who have witnessed him as a ler were downright shocked. Initially, as expected, he didn't have a clue what to do, but with pointers from Kirishima, and a few from Izuku and even Bakugo, he became an absolute menace to those three, learning their most vulnerable spots and targeting them without holding back, having no compunction about summining ice restraints if he feels like it or driving his lees to their limit. And with his attitude seeming so dispassionate even as he mines their worst spots for hysteria, he flusters his three lees to no end, but even more so once he starts to remark on what he's doing and how they're reacting in that matter-of-fact manner of his.

Kirishima might be his most frequent lee since he'll just ask for it, but his favorite is no doubt Izuku: I see Todoroki as a homoromantic ace (and as an aside, the character I could most easily see as transmasc), and that he'd catch feelings for Izuku feels inevitable. So the poor greenette might have ended up laughing a whole lot as part of Todoroki's attempts at skinship.

Oof, that was a lot. Onto his worst spots!

As you can see, I'm keeping them SFW (much like his Auction chapter), but each spot also has two ratings, because his left and right sides are ticklish in different ways. His left side is generally more ticklish than the right, with one very notable exception. Kirishima probably didn't notice this split at first, this feels more like something Izuku would get curious about, and Bakugo would later wind up exploiting lol While his total isn't that high as a result, a tickler who knows what he's doing that targets his weaker spots will break him in no time, and Todoroki's low stamina is felt all the more in a ticklish setting.

Oh, Todoroki has the misfortune of being feather-ticklish, though not as much as Midoriya, but an easy way to break him is temperature play: ice cubes on his left side and, well, lickles and roasting on the right just destroy him.

Smiling (4.5-5.5): Todoroki's chest and B-side aren't very ticklish, but still somewhat responsive to feather-like tickling.

Giggling (6-7): Todoroki's ears, neck, and thighs are giggle-worthy, as is his left hip (curiously less sensitive than the right) and his right underarm (much less sensitive than the left). The way he scrunches up his nose when his ears or neck are tickled make them most of the girls' favorite spots.

Laughing (7.5-8.5): Todoroki's midsection is very ticklish and yields consistent results whether you're tickling the left side or the right - but his lers are likely to be doing both at the same time if they're there. These happen to be the least feather-sensitive areas on his body.

Howling (9-10): These spots absolutely wreck Todoroki, he can't handle having them tickled, and they're the only target that immediately cause Todoroki to look like he's being tortured (which is generally what the lers targeting them want, whether they're Natsuo, Bakugo, or particularly mean Kiri and Izuku). Interestingly, his right side breaks the pattern of his right... side being less sensitive, as it's his second most ticklish spot overall, only trumped by his right foot. Also, each red spot is the favorite of one of his most frequent ticklers: Kirishima is more likely to linger on his armpits, Izuku on his sides (though, having mapped out his most ticklish spots, he is fond of mixing and matching when Todoroki needs skinship), and Bakugo on his feet (definitely NOT because targeting them makes him feel better about his own super ticklish tootsies); Natsuo will hit anything within reach.

[lovelynim]

Hello ! How’re you doing? Hope you’re taking care of yourself in this difficult time. Since requests are open, May I request Lee Lighter with Ler Wise? (They’re so cute together I can’t!)

Thank you and take care of yourself. Drink water and stay safe.

Hello you both!

I'm actually the one who needs to thank you two for giving me the chance to write for Lighter. I think I'm becoming obsessed with him and I just needs him in more ways than I'm legally allowed to say

“Watch me closely, manager,” Lighter smirked, standing just beneath the bar. With a small jump, he reached for it, both arms high above his head before he began to effortlessly do one pull up after the other.

What a show off, Wise thought, shaking his head slightly. Still, he couldn’t deny he was enjoying the little show and, most importantly, the view.

Without that thick, leather jacket on the way, Wise could admire each and every muscle - from Lighter’s arms to his abdomen - flexing, tensing and relaxing. He wasn’t really a fan of working out or exercising, but getting to see Lighter like this did make it worth the effort.

“You make it look so easy,” Wise added, his eyes shifting from Lighter’s face to the other parts of his body, “is being good at it actually that amazing? Or you’re just tricking me to look cool?”

“I’d never, manager,” Lighter huffed, hanging himself for a couple seconds before pulling his body up again until his head was above the bar, “but you can make it harder if you don’t believe me.”

“Harder?” Wise repeated, cocking his head to the side as he thought about it. But how? “Hmm…”

While Wise seemed to give it some more thought, Lighter couldn’t help but flash him a smile. Now he just needed to suggest to Wise to hug him to add some extra weight and- “W-wohoah!”

“Is this hard enough?” Wise asked playfully, his fingers tweaking and wiggling against both Lighter’s sides, “are you even ticklish?”

“Pfft- a bihihit, yes!” Lighter giggled through gritted teeth. His eyes closed shut and his knees pressed against each other as he squirmed as much as he could in his current situation. Why did it have to go like this? “M-mahahanager, thahat’s too hard!”

“Is it?” Wise teased, his thumbs rubbing circles over Lighter’s hips before he let his hands roam over that toned stomach, “but didn’t you say I could make it harder?”

Lighter let out a groan, his arms threatening to falter, to fail him. That bar that was just a flex away now seemed so, so high. He tried to focus, ignore Wise’s words and the tickling running over his torso. Just one and he could prove himself, yes.

“Almost there! ~” Wise cheered, scratching around Lighter’s lower ribs as he began to move up. His arms were trembling and his knuckles nearly turned white from how hard he was gripping at that bar. “You can do it, Lighter!”

“I- hnngh- k-know! HAh!” He gasped, letting go of the bar and falling on his butt as soon as his head went a single inch over the bar. It counted, right? It definitely did! “T-there,” he sighed, looking up to Wise as the sound of his laughter reached his ear. “Aren’t I amazing?”

“Of course, heh,” Wise giggled, reaching a hand out to Lighter, “the most incredible out there.”

[everettswritings]

Hi:) II'm back for more! Mabye some Lee! Pure vanilla cookie (again) and ler! White Lily cookie, You can switch the Lee and ler if you want, and if you don't wanna do this, you can leave this request. TYSM

I love the previous fiction I requested.

Glad you loved the last one, I loved writing it haha! Anywho, this is sort of a continuation of the Ler!Pure Vanilla and Lee!White Lily fic I wrote… recently. I’m so bad with time. Enjoy! (Kink/NSFW accounts DNI!)

It was the dawn of another day in the Vanilla Kingdom, the skies were steeped with pinks and oranges and the pearly white buildings seemed to shine in the light of the rising sun. In the library of the castle, two cookies laid asleep on the floor, surrounded by countless open books that they spent the entire evening reading before hand. These two cookies in particular are a couple of the legendary heroes themselves; White Lily Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie.

The former slowly opened her ruby eyes, blinking away the sleepiness from staying up so late researching without end. She stared up at the ceiling above, the high ceilings looked as if they were reaching for the stars on the pages of one of the old astronomy journals, and the warmth of the sunrise was creeping in like fuzzy feelings of the heart. She sighed and rubbed her temple, feeling a bit of a headache coming on. Normal scholarly things, amirite? The brains with the most knowledge are the ones that hurt the most- or at least that’s how it felt. She turned to Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was still completely passed out at her side with a piece of paper stuck to his face.

“Hey… Pure Vanilla Cookie, we fell asleep.” She reached over and gently tapped on her friend’s shoulder “Wake up.” She beckoned gently, her voice a little raspy from just awakening herself. However, the old healer didn’t budge. He groaned, sure, but not a single muscle was moved. “Pure Vanilla Cookie…” She continued to pester, trying to wake him up to no avail. White Lily Cookie put a hand to her chin in thought. Yeah, Pure Vanilla Cookie was a heavy sleeper, but wasn’t there always a sure fire way to get him up and moving? She tried to remember, but if you’ve ever tried to remember anything this early you’d know it’s impossible. She yawned, but then it came to her! Ah, how could she ever forget?

Gently, White Lily Cookie began tickling her old friend’s side. Her fingers lazily brushed against his dough, her touch was so light that it was just like a feather’s. Almost immediately, Pure Vanilla Cookie started to laugh tiredly and squirm around a little.

“Hehehehe… hehehe! No, stop. Hahaha!” He started to grow more lively as the tickling against his sides sent that little feeling all throughout his tired body. He flipped over on his back, trying to get White Lily Cookie to stop, but she grinned mischievously and moved her hands to get at his tummy. “You wouldn’t get up.” White Lily Cookie shrugged, deliberately starting to move her hands in circular motions around his tummy, “It’s your fault.” Her grin grew a little as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s laughter grew even more. “Hahahahaha! Hahaha! W-White Lilyhehehe! Hahahaha!” His voice cracked a little, both from giggling so much and from waking up just a few moments ago. White Lily Cookie laid back down beside him, still tickling him.

Pure Vanilla Cookie rolled over again, moving to face White Lily Cookie, but that just gave her another opportunity! He’ll never learn, will he? Her hands moved to his back, going up and down his ribs from behind like little ladder rungs. “Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Heheheha!” Even as the healer tried to protest or ask her to stop, all that kept falling and falling out of his mouth were more and more giggles. He almost instinctively moved closer to her, like he was going to envelop her in a hug. In all honesty, he really did want to hug her. Very seldom did moments like these ever come by; moments of peace and nothing but it. He could smell the lilies that she tended to on her clothes, along with the dirt and grass that came with them, the smell was so earthy and comforting. Even after everything, she was still like a warm home that he could always return to.

“Had enough?” White Lily Cookie finally asked, letting the old man go but keeping her hands on his back. Pure Vanilla Cookie shook his head, a dorky smile on his face, “Never.” He said, failing to consider the consequences of those words. “Oh? Well, in that case!”, suddenly springing up to be more lively, she rolled Pure Vanilla Cookie onto his back again and started to tickle him with a little more vigor. “N-No! Hahahahaha! Hahaha! T-That’s not what I meant! Hahaha!” He started laughing again the moment her fingers started prodding around his ribs again, not even trying to hold back. “Not what you meant?” White Lily Cookie’s voice became ever more teasing “Then what did you mean?” She asked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to respond. “You- hahahaha! Hahaha!” He went to say something, but as expected it didn’t come out in coherent words, “Nohoho! Hahahaha! Hahaha!”.

For what remained of that cozy morning, Pure Vanilla Cookie’s laughter echoed off the walls of the castle’s hallways and the library itself. It wasn’t so bad, though, it’s not like he could ever complain about time spent with White Lily Cookie in this way. If only things didn’t have to change to begin with.

End of fic! I really needed this, I just started my period and I’m so exhausted from having to deal with school and whatnot. Have a good one 🫶

[angelatmidnight1]

A Helping Hand

A/N: This is just a self-indulgent fic I'm using as a springboard for another one. I'm in a Gale/Karlach/Astarion high right now. I'll get back to requests as soon as I can, and I hope you like the story!

Fandom- Baldur's Gate 3.

Pairing- Starts with Gale x Karlach (platonic, ler!Gale and lee!Karlach), and ends with Gale, Karlach, and Astarion (platonic, ler!Karlach, ler!Astarion, and lee!Gale).

Word Count- 2,532.

Warnings- Situated in Act 3 so potential for spoilers, also tickling and swearing.

Gale finally shows Karlach how to cast Mage Hand, another avenue of touch, and she’s thrilled by the doors it opens up. He invites her to explore touch with him and doesn’t account for her using it for more playful, nefarious reasons, like tickling. And, just when it couldn’t get any more chaotic, Astarion invites himself in on the fun, too…

“That’s it, Karlach. Try the incantation again.”

Gale spoke from behind the tiefling after he guided her hands into the right position. She was very warm to the touch, but touching her didn’t burn. Her engine was a source of curiosity for him ever since she’d joined the party way back when. But, instead of indulging that curiosity, he’d promised to show her how to cast Mage Hand. Karlach had gotten the incantation down more or less. He just had to make sure she had her hands in the right place. Magic was just as much a physical thing as a verbal one in Gale’s experience. 

Karlach rigidly held her hands in position and repeated the incantation. “Veniam Iuva Me..” Her eyes brightened when the spectral hand emerged in front of her. “I got it!”

“Excellent,” Gale smiled. “Now, with a flick of the wrist, or a thought even, the hand will do as you command. You can pick things up, throw them, push the unfortunate goblin to their death…”

Karlach wasn’t fully listening; instead, she flexed and curled her fingers, and the mage hand mirrored her. “Yeah. Woulda been nice to have one of these when I got back to the Sword Coast.” She replied. “At least I’d have been able to touch something..”

She guided the hand across the Elfsong Tavern and picked up a tankard. She brought it back over to her and took a sip of the ale, exhaling deeply. “Aw, man. A girl could get used to this..”

Gale chuckled and picked up his own glass of wine. “Learning cantrips are only the beginning of a lifelong journey with magic. Cheers to taking that first step.”

Karlach happily clinked her tankard with his glass. She took another sip, her eyes sparkling with genuine wonder and curiosity. “So, I can touch anything with this hand, right?”

“Most things,” he corrected. “The mage hand can take damage just as our own. So, you couldn’t grab, say, the blade end of a sword. But you could wield said sword as an extension of yourself. It’s very handy in that regard.”

“Gods, the puns.” Karlach snickered. “And yeah, I’ll be sure to have one of these around when we beat the Absolute’s ass. But uh, I was thinking more along the lines of being able to, you know, hold someone’s hand? Maybe caress a face or two?”

“Of course. Here, if you’d like, you can explore the mage hand’s capabilities with me.” He finished his wine and stood in front of her. He extended his own hand. “I’m more than willing to offer myself as a test subject in the pursuit of knowledge.”

“Really? That’d be awesome!” Karlach brought the hand to Gale’s, palm to palm. She interlocked her fingers and the mage hand, as well as Gale, followed suit. “Thank you, Gale.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Gale allowed Karlach to explore his hand with the spectral one, watching it stroke across his fingers. The barbarian hummed in thought and moved further up his arm. 

“So, what does this feel like?” She asked, moving the touches up to his wrist. “Doesn’t beat the real thing I suppose. But it is nice to have options.”

“Well, it’s very similar to the touch of another, minus the warmth of course.” Gale turned his palm towards the floor so she could go up his arm. “Maybe it is a lighter touch, too. Almost feather like..”

“Yeah?” When she reached his upper arm, she curled the fingers on the mage hand, gently squeezing into his skin. Gale fidgeted a little bit and exhaled through his nose. She raised a brow. “What? That doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“No, quite the opposite, actually.” He chuckled. “Bit ticklish is all.”

“Huh.” Karlach hummed again, continuing to kneading into his upper arm. She smiled. “I didn’t really pick you as the ticklish type, with you being all proper and scholarly and whatnot.”

“Y-Yehehes, well…” Gale chuckled a bit more and tugged at his arm, but the mage hand held strong. After a few more attempts, Gale managed to get his arm free. “I can say with confidence that ticklishness doesn’t have a face. Why, even the strongest warriors can be—hey!”

 Instead of going for his arms again, Karlach brought the mage hand towards his torso, prodding into his side. Gale again jumped away from the ticklish touch and giggled louder. He backpedaled and wrapped a protective arm around his torso. “Now, Karlach,” he warned. He suddenly felt a bit playful and grinned. “Choose your next actions carefully. Should you try to tickle me again, I will have no choice but to retaliate.”

He stepped further away from her, his hands glowing with magic. Karlach followed after him, snickering. 

“Oh really?” Karlach challenged, returning the grin. “Heh, I’d like to see you try!”

Somewhere else in the tavern, sitting on his bed, was Astarion. His brow was knitted together in concentration as he sewed up a split seam on a shirt. Not his shirt, but Wyll’s. Now that they were back in Baldur’s Gate, Astarion believed looking the part was a high priority. He wouldn’t stand for his companions walking around in tattered clothes. Ideally, he’d find a clothing merchant and just steal their stuff, but he was willing to pace himself. He flinched when there was a sudden roar of laughter, Karlach’s laughter, and he grumbled under his breath. Did she always have to be so damn loud?

“Karlach, can you keep it down?” He called sharply. He refused to look up from what he was doing; he was nothing if not a perfectionist when it came to sewing. “Some of us have important things to do, and I need to concentrate.”

But instead of quieting down, Karlach’s laughter only got louder. A thud accompanied this wild laughter, and Astarion’s patience waned. He got up with a heavy sigh, putting his work on his end table. Then, he followed the source of the racket. 

When he got to the next room, Karlach was prone on the floor, laughing her head off. Gale sat beside her with a smug smirk. Karlach’s mage hand was gone, and there was a purple aura emanating off of her: Gale’s variation of a Hold Person spell. Instead of completely immobilizing her, she was able to squirm around, though she didn’t get very far. The first place he squeezed was her hips, a terribly ticklish spot, and he was still kneading into them when Astarion entered the room. 

“I warned you,” Gale was saying as he skittered his fingers across her torso. He honed in on her sides, and her loud laughter calmed into not as loud giggles. “We could’ve handled this civilly, but you forced my hand!”

Karlach squealed and wrestled with Gale’s hands, but her laughter had weakened her, and she was honestly having a blast. “Fahahahaha! I-I’ll gehehehet youhuhuhu bahahack! Youhuhuhu juhuhust wahahait!” 

“Unlikely,” Gale snickered. “But I do admire your resolve.”

That’s when he summoned another mage hand and used it to poke at her ribs. Karlach’s frantic giggling mingled with snorts. Astarion fondly shook his head as he watched from afar. 

“Having fun, darlings?” Astarion soon spoke over Karlach’s laughter. He stepped further into the room. He was initially annoyed,  but Karlach’s laugh was highly contagious. He had to expend a good deal of effort not to giggle along with her. “I was wondering why Karlach was laughing so hard. I figured someone told a joke, fell on their arse maybe. But no, you’re just…tickling her. Adorable I suppose, but why?”

Gale looked up, joining the mage hand in pinching and scritching over Karlach’s ribs. She yelled and rolled from one side to the other, trying to dodge the hands. “Because I made the generous offer to teach her a spell, and she decided to turn on me,” he explained.. “I responded in turn by giving her a taste of her own medicine.” 

“So I see,” Astarion hummed. “Well, I’d tell you two to keep it down, but that’s impossible with her hyena call. Maybe you’d like a hand?”

“NAAHAHOHOHO!” Karlach protested, shrieking when Gale’s hand jumped to her armpit. She immediately brought her arms down, trapping his hand, and her laughter went up two octaves. Gale continued to wriggle his fingers along her armpit, but having her arms down didn’t make it easy for him. He sent the mage hand to wrestle with her arm to try and pull it up. Gale regarded Astarion with a quick glance, nodding. 

“I certainly won’t turn down the help—”

“Not you, Gale.” Astarion scoffed. He walked towards the duo. “Why, our poor fiery friend is in stitches, and you have the advantage of having literal magic at your fingertips. Helping you wouldn’t even begin to even the playing field..”

 Gale’s gaze snapped back to the spawn. He halted his tickle attack, giving Karlach a break. “Now hang on, I wasn’t the one that started this.”

“But you are the one indirectly causing the noise, in a manner of speaking.” Astarion stepped with a purpose towards them. “I couldn’t even sew in peace.”

“That hardly seems fair!” Gale protested. Since he spent a lot of effort keeping Karlach in place and now had his sights on Astarion, both his concentration and his spell slots waned. That didn’t stop him from popping up from the floor and pointing a warning finger at him. “Don’t you dare, Astarion!”

Karlach  wrapped both arms around her torso as they bickered. She didn’t mind tickling in the slightest, but Gale wasn’t going to weasel his way out of her well deserved revenge. Especially when she now had a partner in crime. While she was laying on the floor, she grabbed a fistful of the end of Gale’s robe and pulled him down with her. Gale screamed and, before he knew it, Astarion was on him, too. 

“Get him!” Karlach shouted, easily tangling the wizard up in her arms. Astarion smirked and knelt beside them. He waited until she pulled his arms over his head to poke into his sides. Gale flinched and tried to lean away from the poke, but he only leaned further into Karlach’s arms.

“Nohoho no no! AhAHah! Wahahait!” Gale yelped and squirmed as Astarion continued to prod into his sides, his frantic giggles already threatening to jump to laughter. “Two against one is nohohot fahahir!”

“Who said anything about fair?” Karlach grinned and clawed her way down his forearm until she could burrow into his exposed armpits. Gale bucked and giggled harder, trying and failing to bring his arms back down. “Nope, you’re not getting out of this one, Gale.”

Astarion climbed on top of Gale’s kicking legs, fingertips fluttering into his sides with more purpose. The wizard twisted from one side to the other, but his fingers stayed on him. “You really thought I’d help you? And end up on the receiving end of Karlach’s fury?” Astarion snickered. “No, my dear. Unlike you, I know how to pick battles that I can win, haha.”

“Y-Youhuhu opportunhistic leehehehehech!” Gale squealed and curled in on himself when Karlach circled her thumbs along the outer curve of his armpits. The barbarian smirked, following the curve of his back and ending with swipes of her claws at the back of his ribs. Gale yelled and jerked forward, only to press his back into her chest when she kept scribbling. 

“Where ya goin’~?” She giggled. She let go of his arms for the moment so that she could use both hands to attack his rib cage. Gale immediately brought his arms to his sides and batted at her wrists. 

“Awahahahay frohohohom youhuhuhu!” He yelped and squeezed at her wrists when she tickled faster. “KAhahahaha! Lehehehet mehehehe gohohoho!”

In truth, Gale enjoyed tickling every now and again. It’s not something he’d go around talking about, but he definitely appreciated a good laugh. But Karlach and Astarion together were probably the most mischievous ticklers on the Sword Coast. If anything, they fed off of each other’s skills. Astarion had the dexterous fingers and teasing taunts, and Karlach had the strength and boundless energy. Together, they left Gale a laughing mess.

“Why? We’ve only just started,” Astarion teased, gently pinching the sides of his stomach. Gale jolted and belted out a laugh. Astarion did it again, earning another frantic laugh, and he grinned knowingly. Gale’s arms flailed as he tried to grab the spawn’s hands. 

“NOHOHO AHASTAHARION!” Gale wrestled with his hands, now full-on laughing. Astarion clicked his teeth as he tried to keep tickling his tummy. He gave Karlach an expectant look. 

“Ahem, little help here?” He asked, having to halt his tickle attack in favor of trying to move Gale’s hands. Karlach stopped tickling his ribs and reached over both men’s arms.

“Right, I’ve got ‘im.” She looped her larger arms around Gale and drew him back into her chest. Gale continued to squirm until his arms were trapped under hers.

“Thank you,” Astarion chuckled. He smirked at the wizard in front of him and made a big show of flexing his fingers. “Now, where were we?”

He put one hand on Gale’s tummy and Gale flinched again, nervously giggling. 

“Nohohot thehehre…” Gale jumped again and squealed when the spawn flexed his fingers. “AHAhastariohohon! Anywhehehre buhuhut thehehehre!”

“My, so sensitive..” Astarion continued to gently flex his fingers against Gale’s tummy, chuckling more at his squeals and cackles. “I’m hardly touching you. Our resident wizard is just a magical bundle of nerves, isn’t he?”

“Sure is,” Karlach grinned. “But hey, who said you’re gettin’ all of the fun?” She readjusted her hold on Gale, now using one arm to keep him against her chest. She joined Astarion in squeezing and poking into Gale’s tummy, and his loud laughter echoed throughout the tavern. 

Astarion wrapped his legs around Gale’s to not get thrown off but, even then, he almost went flying. Karlach laughed along with Gale as she alternated between the side of his stomach and just above his hip. 

“Gods, I love your laugh,” she giggled. “It’s so fuckin’ cute.” Despite her strength, even Karlach had to make sure she didn’t let go of him. Gale bucked and cackled in her hold.

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHON’T TIH-AHAHA! AHAHA!” Gale struggled to get a full sentence out; he could only laugh himself silly as he leaned into Karlach’s shoulder. 

Eventually, the duo eased off of him. Karlach let go of his arms, and Astarion slowed his tickles down to gentle pokes and stroking. Gale inadvertently slid down Karlach’s lap, finally able to bat at Astarion’s hands.

“Plehehease, truhuhuce…” He gasped, sighing with relief once Astarion finally stopped. The spawn snickered.

“Alright, alright, I’ve had my fun. I’ll leave you in the capable hands of our mutual friend.” Astarion patted Gale’s stomach and climbed off of his legs. Once he was gone, Karlach pulled the wizard up into a seated position, holding him close.

“No hard feelings, right Gale?” She asked, rubbing her warm hands over his torso. Gale exhaled and shook his head. 

“Not at all. I believe we settled our score,” He replied, leaning further into her warmth. “Astarion, on the other hand…” 

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #14: Lose

So before I kick off my windbreaker obsession, I watched the hq movie recently and naturally my brain became obsessed with KenHina so I've been cooking this one for a bit and it's finally done

I think my other hq fics are all timeskip but this one is NOT

Enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kenma x Hinata (romantic)

Lee: Hinata

Ler: Kenma

Warnings: Tickles!

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A game over screen flashed brightly on Kenma’s handheld console, though it wasn’t the faux blonde who was playing.

“Aww dang it! I lost again” an annoyed huff came out of Karasuno’s #10, who was all nuzzled up on the blonde’s lap. Cat-like eyes peeking over his shoulder to look at the screen.

Earlier that day, Hinata had decided to indulge Kenma’s wish of staying in, but naturally he needed something to do so he settled to try the game that his partner frequents. Kenma made it look so easy, so why was he so bad at it?!

“Okay, okay. One more go” Hinata said with newfound determination, restarting the game.

From behind, Kenma let out an annoyed sigh. “You’ve been at it for a while, I want cuddles” he practically mumbled against the ginger’s neck, his arms squeezing his middle.

“Just one more- Hehey! That tickles” Shoyo giggled out, squirming in his partner’s hold. Missing the way that Kenma’s lip stretched into a mischievous smirk, already plotting.

The setter’s hands wormed their way under his partner’s shirt, fingers curling around the sides of his waist. Kenma had to stifle a chuckle when Shoyo squeaked like a toy, trying to fold on himself, but the setter kept him held upright.

“Kenma- Nohoho!!!” The ginger all but shrieked when he felt short, blunt nails start to lightly scratch up and down his bare sides. The sensation makes him want to lurch away, but unable to. “I can’t play like thihihis!”

“That’s kinda the point” the setter pulled a high pitched squeal out of the shorter one when he started pinching at his hip bone. He couldn’t help but smile earnestly at the adorable reactions his partner produced. “Now c’mon, give up alreadyyyy~”

“N-never! HeeeEEEEEeeek! YoHOu cheheHEAter!” the middle blocker cackled out brightly, face flushing over all the embarrassing sounds that Kenma managed to pull out of him.

“Oh?~”

Oh no, that tone could mean nothing but trouble. Hinata felt his heart drop in his chest when he was suddenly sprawled onto his back, Nekoma’s setter looming over him with a predatory gaze. At this point, the game had been long forgotten.

An audible gulp rang in the room “Wahait! Can’t we talk about thiHIHIS?! NAHAHA! KENMAAAHAHAHA!” Shoyo felt his brain go all fuzzy when Kenma landed on top of him, burying his face into his neck and attacking it with nibbles and raspberries. All while his hands squeezed his waist in a way that pushed all that sweet laughter out of his throat.

It didn’t take long until Hinata was all tuckered out, practically clinging onto the blonde. Well, that’s one way to get cuddles. He held the ginger close, using his palm to get rid of any leftover tingles. A soft murmur could be heard coming from the shorter male, though Kenma couldn’t quite decipher what he said. “Hmm? Did you say something?”

The setter felt his heart do a small flip when his gaze locked with Hinata’s. Half-lidded, adorable eyes with a hint of… revenge?

“I said… I’m so getting you back for that” the ginger said more confidently. “I might suck at your videogames, but I’m definitely the better tickler” he proclaimed pridefully, snuggling closer to his partner.

Kenma rolled his eyes fondly, though deep down he felt a bit excited by the threat.

“We’ll see about that”.

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