#lee!max

[jettorii]

missing these goobers 😞😞

[bimobuddy]

"Would you..."

I'M BACK FINALLY, BABYYYY

JUST HAD TO GET HAPPY AGAIN AND FIND A FIXATION

Anyway this is a Maxley tickle fic

Max Goof x Bradley Uppercrust III

I will also be writing Tank x Bradley, I like both ships

Lee! Max, Ler! Bradley

Don't worry, Bradley is gonna have plenty of lee moments in the future, he needs his shit wrecked

I gave them tails (._.) They're dogs, they get tails

Summary: Max and Bradley are having a horror movie marathon, and it starts a little game between them, which eventually turns into a much different, more one sided game

*cl-click... whiiiirrrr*

Max popped the tape into the player, and scooted back, sitting against the couch on the floor, while Bradley sat on the couch with his legs draped over his shoulders. He rested his chin on his head and fixed his eyes on the screen.

Everybody knew Max loved horror movies, but most people didn't know Bradley was much the same, on one condition.

"Does the-"

"No, I talked to Bobby, no animals die on screen in this one, just a pet bird that's already found in its cage, but they have a funeral for it."

Satisfied, Bradley rested his chin back down on Max's head as the movie started. He didn't like animal death scenes, but he was perfectly fine with people.

About half way in, he broke the silence between them. "If I got sucked into an alternate ghostly plane, would you come in after me?"

"Absolutely." Max's answer was immediate. He leaned his head back to look up at his boyfriend. "If I told you a man with knives for fingers was terrorizing my dreams, would you fall asleep and fight him for me?"

"Absolutely not," Bradley answered, earning a snort from Max, "The dream world was his world, and he had more power there, are you crazy? He'd obviously win. That's not even how it worked in the movie, they pulled him out of the dream and killed him in the real world."

"Okay well would you kill him in the lore accurate way?"

"Realistically, no I'd send Tank to do that, but for the purpose of this game, I'll say yes." He responded, his tail thumping against the couch, causing Max to start wagging his as well.

"My hero." Max mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the TV to finish the movie.

Sometime during the movie, Bradley started to twirl Max's ear around his finger and just mess with it, oblivious to the blush that had spread across his partner's face, or the way he tensed up and grinned nervously.

"Maximus, if I were a skeleton in your attic, would you help me rebuild my body to become alive again?"

Max normally would have rolled his eyes at the name 'Maximus' but he was a little too focused on the ticklish feeling in his ear. He opened his mouth to reply, but ended up pushing Bradley's hand away with a giggly, "Quihit-"

Now this caught the fraternity leader's attention. Any chance he got to mess with Max, he took. "Oh? Ticklish, Goof?" He practically purred, tightening his legs over Max's shoulders to keep him in place.

Max's cheeks reddened. He didn't have an issue with being tickled.. It was his laugh he was self conscious about, since he inherited it from his father. Ever since he could remember, he'd practiced his laugh to make it sound normal, and not... Goofy.

"Bradley wait, my laugh-"

"I know, I've heard you before."

And with that as his warning, Bradley started to play with both ears, gently rubbing them between his fingers, while Max just giggled and tried to shake his head.

"Nohohoho, Brahad- Nohot my ehehears-" He tried to duck his head but that didn't do much, since Bradley just followed. His ears weren't necessarily 'bad,' but more of a 'sweet spot,' in the way they always got him giggling, blushing, and fumbling like he didn't know how to react.

"Oh not your ears? Would you prefer I move down here then?" He teased, releasing Max's ears and slipping his hands down under his arms. Max arched his back and squeezed his arms down against his sides, his tail going wild slapping the floor.

"Brahahahadley nohohoho!"

"Max, I can't hear the movie, calm down~ Why are you laughing so much, it's not a comedy~" He teased.

He released Max from his legs and got down on the floor with him, briefly wrestling with him to get him down, delighting in the way he giggled in anticipation.

"Brahadley my laugh, ihit's-"

"Shut up about your silly little laugh, I like it~ In fact, I want to hear the original, unpracticed version."

Bradley latched his hands onto Max's sides, his fingers wiggling into his sides while his thumbs dug into his belly.

Max tossed his head back and started to kick his feet against the floor, trying to shove at Bradley's chest, his laughter kicking up and becoming more boyish.

Finally, playful hands found his knees and squeezed.

"Nohoho! Hahahahahahyuck-" He slapped his hands over his mouth, his face going red. The only noise that came from him was his tail continuing to thump against the wooden floor.

Bradley stopped and laughed so hard, he had to lean down, pressing his head into Max's shoulders.

Max huffed, slightly amused by Bradley's reaction. "At least one of us enjoys it."

Bradley sat up, calming down, yet his grin stayed. "Would you relax? It's not as bad as you think. I can see why Roxanne liked it when you guys met."

The younger of the two groaned and covered his face. "It sounds so silly though."

Bradley grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to uncover his face. "That's what makes it so great, you goof."

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I'm not gonna lie, it took me a while to type the "hyuck" into the dialog because anytime I got close to it, I started laughing bc it's silly /pos

I think unique laughs are cute

Y'all get bonus points if you can name the horror movies I was referencing

[leebrains]

my autism is taking oevr

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 11- "hug"

word count: 2,893 words

before ANYTHING else, i have to give the most credit ever to @radio-navlee - i took a lot of inspiration from this post of hers about dadvid (dad!david lol) and max tickle hc's, and it straight up inspired me to write for this show that i genuinely love so much. this fic may be kind of ooc in a few places, but i has a lot of fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy!

This whole thing was so stupid.

Max didn't even know why he was trying in the first place. Ever since David started fostering him, the camp counselor was being stupidly affectionate around him. Ruffling his hair, squeezing his shoulder as he passed Max at the dinner table, covering him with a blanket when Max pretended to fall asleep on the couch. It pissed him off, and he didn't even totally hate it, which pissed him off more. Fuck David.

And the thing that was pissing him off the most? David's stupid hugs. Not because Max was, like, too traumatized and touch-starved by his shitty neglectful parents or whatever. He didn't need David to be soft or gentle or whatever the fuck-- he wasn't made of glass. It didn't take long for the man to realize that, and it was only a matter of time before he was swooping Max up into a hug at least once a day. Of course Max would snarl and curse and try to escape-- it's how he was.

But what was so stupid, what was genuinely so ridiculous and embarrassing it put Max on guard to even think about it, was that... he was starting to want David's hugs. Because David's hugs could tickle.

When he first noticed it, it was an accident, of course: David wrapped him in his arms, even picked him up and swung him around a little. Max was used to this. What he wasn't used to, though, was the way David's hands on his sides gave him a little squeeze, his fingers curling in just so to keep Max from falling to the ground. David didn't even seem to notice he did it; Max couldn't notice anything else.

So of course he screamed and kicked David in the nuts, dropping to the floor as David fell to his knees. Later, after he recovered, David took this a subtle sign that Max didn't want anymore hugs.

Which he didn't.

Except maybe later that night, when he was in the spare room on the little futon sofa David swore they'd replace with a real bed as soon as possible, he couldn't stop thinking about the rush of feeling that went through his body when he'd been tickled. David hadn't mentioned anything about it, so Max was pretty sure he didn't know what he'd done, which somehow made it better and worse at the same time. It made it better because Max didn't have to defend himself from any future attacks, didn't have to protest against any teasing that David was sure to throw his way if he knew Max was ticklish.

But it also made it worse, because if Max wanted it to happen again, he would have to be the one to do something about it.

Hence the single stupidest scheme Max had come up with since leaving Camp Campbell: try to get David to accidentally tickle him during a hug again.

God, fuck David.

~

His plan started the next morning when he came out for breakfast. David was there, chipper as ever and literally whistling as he made his coffee. He must've heard Max's footsteps over his whistles, though, because he stopped and turned around with a smile already on his face.

"Hey, kid- oh!"

Max didn't let David finish his sentence before he wrapped his arms tightly around the tall man's midsection. He refused to look up, instead just waiting for David to return the hug.

He didn't. Max waited several beats longer than he ever normally would before peeking upwards.

David has a look on his face that was a perfect mix of shock, joy, and concern. His arms were half-lifted in the air, like he was afraid of even touching Max.

"Max...?" He spoke like he was trying not to startle him. "What's wrong?"

Max flushed and yanked his arms away. "Nothing! Fuck off." And with that he shoved David away, snatched the coffee mug off the counter and stalked back to the living room, grateful that his skin color meant his blush wasn't that visible.

Jesus, that was a shitshow. He'd hoped the man's stupidly cheerful demeanor would result in him doing what Max wanted right away, but David also had the annoying tendency of being very overly careful and hyper-aware of Max's whole vibe ever since he realized what grade-A shitholes his parents were. He probably thought Max was having a brain aneurysm or something.

Max slurped his coffee in thought. He'd have to try again, and David better get it right next time.

~

David didn't get it right next time, or the next time, or the time after that. Fuck David!

It had been a week of these stupid embarrassing moments, of Max hugging David and taking too long to pull away in the hopes the man might take the hint. It only took a couple attempts for David to chill out when Max hugged him, and after that things were pretty much back to normal: he'd give Max a quick squeeze around the shoulders, but never tried to pick him up again. This happened multiple times a day, and Max didn't know what was worse: David thinking he constantly wanted hugs, or David finding out what he actually wanted was tickles.

Tonight, they were watching a movie, some PG-13 thing that was one of the few genres that they could both agree on (romantic comedy). They were sitting side by side on the couch, wrapped in blankets and trying to balance the popcorn bowl in between them.

Suddenly David made a thoughtful noise. "Hey! I just remembered, we have raisins and peanuts in the kitchen-- what do you say we turn this popcorn into trail mix?"

"Don't you dare ruin this popcorn for me, David," Max shot back. "It's not meant to be healthy, it's meant to be salty and buttery and make your stomach hurt after."

David raised an eyebrow. "What if I throw in some pretzels and M&M's, too?"

Max wavered.

"... Only if they're the curly pretzels," he decided, flopping back onto the couch as David removed himself from his blanket burrito and headed toward the kitchen. The movement jostled Max's own blanket, pulling it to the side, and a sudden shiver racked its way up his body. Jesus, why did David keep it so cold in here?

Without thinking about it Max grabbed the blanket David had been using and threw it over himself, burrowing deeper into the softness. His signature hoodie wasn't just for looks-- he actually did get cold pretty easily.

When David came back, Max pretended to be laser focused on the TV screen.

"Now, what do we have here?" David asked, bemused and calm. "Didn't know you were a blanket thief, kiddo."

"Fuck off, I'm cold," Max replied, "and I'm a kid so you can't take it away from me."

"Language! And I wasn't going to take it back." David stepped closer and placed the trail mix bowl on the coffee table. "But do you think we can share it?"

Max looked up at him, glaring. David returned the look with a patient smile.

"... Fine."

He stayed purposefully still as David rearranged the blankets to accommodate both him and Max. The few inches of space between them were gone, and now Max found himself pressed against David's side, his arm throw over the back of the couch behind Max's head.

Max hesitated. He didn't wanna try his stupid plan anymore tonight, especially since he was pretty much giving up on it since David was so dense he couldn't even figure out what Max actually wanted from all those hugs. Still... he did want to be comfortable. So after a minute of indecision, he rested his head against David's shoulder, curling his legs up onto the couch until he was practically a ball under David's arm.

He expected David to tense up, or freak out, or ask him if he's okay again. But to his surprise, none of that happened. Instead, David immediately shifted his arm to wrap around Max's shoulders instead. It happened so quickly Max thought he'd planned it.

He looked at David suspiciously. "Did you plan this?"

To his surprise, David snorted. "Me? You're the one who stole the blanket, kiddo."

"You left it behind and you didn't call fives. It's my blanket now."

"Oh, is that right?"

Before Max even knew what was happening, David's hand was on his side, scribbling against his ribs like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He couldn't help it; he gasped, gripping the fabric tight in his fists, and shoved his face into David's shoulder.

Immediately the motion stopped. After a beat, Max peeked up to see David smiling sheepishly at him.

"Sorry," he said. Then he just... kept watching the movie.

That was it. Max shot a hand out of the blanket nest, grabbed the closest pillow he could, and whacked David in the face with it.

"Ahh!" David screamed, more in shock than in pain. His hands went to his face, checking for injuries, and he looked at Max with wide eyes. "What was that?"

"Why did you stop?"

Max knew, he knew he was being weird, but he didn't care. He kept his annoyed face even as David's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why did I stop what?"

Jesus. Christ. "The thing you were just doing."

"The thing I was just doing?" His face morphed slowly from confusion to surprise. "You mean-- when I tickled you?"

Max flopped back to the couch, arms crossed. "Ugh. Yes, that."

"You're annoyed that I... stopped tickling you?" Oh, fuck. Now David's voice had an inkling of... fondness, or something stupid like that. Max was beginning to regret this.

"I had thought that's what happened the other day..." David said slowly. "Before you, you know. Kicked me."

Max shrugged. "I don't have the best reflexes, okay?"

"I see," David said. He had a thoughtful look on his face. "So... is that why you've been hugging me so much this week? Because you wanted me to do it again?"

God, he sounded so earnest it made Max wanna hurl.

"I do not wanna talk about this," he huffed, staring at the TV and pretending his face wasn't on fire.

"Max, it's okay!" God dammit, he could hear the laughter in David's voice. "Kiddo, buddy, it's okay, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I'm not judging you. I'm just surprised! I mean, you were always so grumpy at camp, I just never would've thought that it's something you'd like. It's actually really--"

"Don't you dare!"

"Cute!"

Max glowered. "Shut the fuck up, camp man!"

"Okay, okay!" David said, raising his hands in defeat. "I'll stop, I promise. But... Max, I'm not gonna tickle you if you keep telling me to stop. I don't like playing unless I know you're still having fun. So I'm sorry, but if you want me to tickle you, you're going to need to tell me."

This was actually hell. Fuck David, for real.

Max couldn't even look at him now. His eyes were locked on his fingers, twiddling with his hoodie strings.

"... Do I have to say it out loud?" he mumbled, half hoping David wouldn't hear him.

To his surprise, David didn't respond right away. Max looked at him only to find David was already watching him in thought.

"Here," he finally said. David leaned back, and while keeping eye contact with Max, rested his arm in the same position on the back of the couch again.

Max hesitated. Then he scampered back forward and resumed his place leaning against David's side, letting David wrap his arm around his shoulders again.

"Is this okay?" David asked, and Max was about to swear at him again before he felt David's hand once again, this time scratching up and down his arm through his hoodie.

Max gave a full-body shiver. Fuck David. "It's fine."

David nodded, pleased. "I'm gonna put the movie back on."

Max nodded, wary and on edge. He tried to keep watching the movie, but David's blunt nails trailing up and down his upper arm were impossible to ignore. Each brush reached a bit closer to his neck every time, and he fought the urge to twitch.

Suddenly he felt two fingers scratch lightly against his neck. He snapped his head to the side. "David!"

"What's wrong?" David asked, sounding far too pleased with himself. "This is what you want, right?" Before Max could even answer there was another hand on his stomach, scribbling and wiggling haphazardly over the blanket. Even with the layers, Max couldn't help but squirm. Giggles started falling out of his mouth without his permission.

"Awwwww," David cooed, "are you ticklish there, Maxy?"

Max shook his head, not even in response to the question, just to try to get some of his nervous energy out. David's hand left his neck and reappeared at his side, curling into a claw and scribbling blindly wherever he could reach.

Squeals of laughter rung through the air. Max's body didn't even know how to react with all the sensations, and he ending up curling even closer to David's side, shoving his face into David's shoulder as he tried to muffle his giggles. David tsked.

"Maximilian," he said in a faux-stern voice. "Why are you trying to hide? I'm only tickling you."

Suddenly he stopped, and Max took deep breaths, only to let out a completely involuntary squeak as he felt David's arms wrapping around his torso. Without warning he was lifted and shifted until he was on David's lap, wrapped in a hug that coincidentally also left him without any escape routes. He didn't even get a moment to complain about it, however, before David was tickling him again.

"Uh oh, looks like someone forgot their bug spray!" David teased. "Here come the ants!" He walked his fingers up and down the back of Max's ribs, giggling when the action made Max's laughter grow even louder.

"Aw, what's the matter? I'm just tickling you, silly. I thought you liked my tickle hugs!"

Max shoved his fists against David's chest, trying to push away, but he couldn't focus with how badly it tickled. David wrapped his arms tighter around Max's torso until his hands were resting on his sides.

"Do you remember when we learned the Heimlich maneuver?" David asked. Max didn't respond, too busy moving from side to side but finding the hands tickled no matter where he went. "Remember, you wrap your arms around the person, and you squeeze!"

David did just that, except instead of squeezing like they'd learned in safety camp, his hands tazed against Max's sides. Max screamed, throwing his head back and laughing like crazy as David did it again. And again. And again.

"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" David chanted in time with his squeezes, his voice going goofy and ridiculous with every squeeze. "Boy, you sure are giggly today, aren't you? You're not a Mr. Grumpypants, no sir, you're just a little cutie pie!"

"Davihihid!" Max whined. He curled forward and shoved his forehead against David's shoulder, only to jump and squeal when he felt the counselor blowing cool breath against his ears. Desperate for something to do, he found himself grasping handfuls of David's shirt, not pulling, just holding on tight.

"You still having fun?" Davis asked. Max nodded, his brain too fuzzy to think about being sarcastic. He felt rather than heard David laugh, the action reverberating in his chest as he continued to tickle all over Max's sides and back.

Finally his hands slowed, then stopped.

"Alright, it's okay," he said as Max's peals of laughter fell to just panting giggles. "Let's breathe, okay?"

To Max's surprise he didn't push the kid off his lap; instead he merely adjusted his hands so his palms were lying flat against Max's back. He jumped when they started moving again, but this time David was merely rubbing slow circles in the center of his back, careful to avoid any tickle spots.

Max finally caught his breath, dropping his head once again until his cheek rested on David's shoulder. He coughed once, and David stopped.

"Is your throat okay?" he asked, that annoying concern back in his voice. "Do you want some water, or tea?"

"I'm fine," Max replied hoarsely. He could tell David was unconvinced, so he continued before he could protest. "Later."

That seemed to be enough for David, and after a beat he continued rubbing Max's back. A few seconds later, one of his hands moved upwards until he was cradling the back of Max's head, his fingers brushing gently through his thick black hair.

Jesus, if anyone from camp saw him now, he didn't even know what they'd say. They'd probably just assume he was poisoned again. He'd almost rather be poisoned than let his friends see him now: literally curled up on David's lap after being tickled nearly to tears.

But there was no one else here. Just him and David, and David wasn't going to make fun of him. He'd told Max that, and Max believed him.

He closed his eyes, let the drone of the forgotten movie fall into the background, and drifted off. The last thing he felt was David's arms, still wrapped around him, keeping him safe.

[cloudysfluffs]

if you’re taking requests can i request more sam and max art? your last art of them started up the sam and max brainrot for me again and now i spend my time watching clips from the games on youtube lol

MAN ive been replaying the games myself..........im just so glad that theres someone else who likes them!!!!! OFC you can have more art <33333

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[lee642]

IM STARVING FOR LEE MAX AND LER DAVID! AND I JUST GOT INTO THE CAMP CAMP FANDOM!? Max needs some cheer up tickles. Imagine this: David finds max sitting by the side of the cabin and he's crying or sobbing and David decides to take it into his own hands to try and cheer him up. Fic idea! I might do this if my ADHD and autism doesn't get in the way.

[circusfromhellgoofytimes]

It's done ✨

It's based on the lethal company videos Mithzan makes, there may be a part 2, I haven't decided yet. :p

This isn't a ship post btw, they're real people and even if they are playing characters I'm not shipping them together-

Lee!Mithzan/Max, Ler!X33n, implied Ler!Seigi at the end

Enjoy this hell I put myself through

Word count - 1152

Max had landed the ship and started walking in with everyone else, him and X33n had been beefing all day, they were just generally being assholes to each other. Everyone was inside, Max and X33n were almost in the building, when Max smacked X33n with his shovel and ran to the fire exit, hearing X33n yell his name before he got inside. Max ran away from the fire exit and started picking stuff up, pretending nothing happened. Max was lugging stuff back to the fire exit to put them down when he heard X33n clear his throat. He turned and looked at the man behind him, and just smiled "what?" He chuckled a little and walked past X33n, who then started following him. Just quietly trailing behind Max, when Max found a crate full of bottles and picked it up though, X33n jabbed his finger into Max's side, which made Max drop the bottles and glare at X33n "what the fuck was that?" Max asked, not getting a response as X33n just walked away giggling to himself. Max stood there for a moment then rubbed his side and picked the bottles back up to take to the fire exit.

As the day at the facility went on X33n would occasionally find Max and fuck with him by poking him or at one point scribbling against his sides. Max now fully understanding X33ns mission ran the other way every time he saw X33n. At one point Max unlocked a door to nowhere, and quickly marked it off with the spray paint he had, unfortunately for him X33n had snuck up on him. Max turned around to keep going but was pushed back into the room while X33n closed the door behind them, Max quickly backed himself against the wall "X33n-" he muttered cautiously. X33n giggled a little "what's wrong Max? You were acting so tough earlier weren't you?" He teased the younger crew mate as he slowly walked toward him. Max, thinking he was smart, tried to run past X33n, only to get grabbed and pushed back against the wall, "no no no! You're not going anywhere silly! You still have to pay for hitting me with a shovel!" A sickly sweet tone came from X33n, Max knew he was done for then. He let out a kind of muffled snort as he tried to get X33n off "hey now, X33n, bud listen!" Before he even got X33ns name out his hands were pinned above his head. X33n stared at Max for a moment before smiling "what? You scared~?" He asked, walking his fingers up Max's side "you know, I didn't even know you were ticklish until earlier, you must be preeeetttyyy sensitive if you dropped a crate of bottles because of little old me" he spoke in that same sickly sweet tone, watching as Max squirmed, trying to get away from the onslaught that X33n was about to release in him. Max kind of giggled "X33n- X33n, let's talk about this! Look I'll do whatever you want, just do-" he was cut off when X33n squeezed his ribs, which made the poor man just about shriek. X33n narrowed his eyes "I don't think you want out of this, if we're being honest here Max. I can see that smile on your face, you WANT me to do this, dont you?~" X33n teased, then looked like he was thinking for a moment, "oh where to start, hmmm~" the older male mumbled to himself before smiling, his thumb rubbing circles into Max's ribs. Max tried his best to not let any giggles escape his lips, though it was kind of hard, he hadn't been tickled in YEARS, and the suit the company gave them wasn't exactly saving him from the feeling. X33n leaned into Max's ear "awe, you don't wanna laugh for me? Should I change tacktics then?~" with that he moved his hand, tickling Max's armpit with his free hand. Max broke, the flood gates opened, he started giggling like a mad man, his head hanging down so X33n couldn't see his face. X33n just smiled "wow, that got a better reaction than I thought it would" he chuckled, slowly raking his hand down Max's side. Max giggled more, weakly trying to pull his arms away from X33n "Nohoho I'm sohohorrehehehe!" He pleaded, X33n shook his head a little with a soft 'tsk' sound, leaning back into Max's ear "are you tho?" He stopped for a second and moved his hand to sit on Max's stomach "alright, you're sorry, right? What are you sorry for? Your answer will depend on weather or not a stop" he chimed happily. Max caught his breath and kind if compsed himself "your mother" he mumbled, the words coming out almost involuntarily. X33n nodded a little "that's what I thought" he started tickling Max again, who just about shrieked as X33n started again, he wasn't expecting of all places his belly to be as ticklish as it was. X33n giggled "oh yeah? That tickle Max?" Max just shook his head "FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF!!" He snorted a bit. X33n gave an exaggerated gasp and moved his hand to Max's hip, digging his thumb into it "Language Max!" Max's laughter turned into cackles, he wasn't expecting this feeling to be as good bad as it was, X33n hummed happily "awe, does that tickle tickle tickle Maxy~" he cooed in the man's ear.

Before Max could even think about replying the door to the room they were in opened, and then a shot rang out. X33n turned to look at the doorway, just in time to see a Bracken crumble to the floor and see Seigi standing in the doorway holding the gun up. X33n quickly let go of Max's hands, to which the younger slumped to the floor panting to catch his breath, the glass of his suit fogged. X33n smiled and picked up what used to be the Bracken "Thanks Seigi!" He chirped walking past the now severely confused man. Max caught his breath and got up, walking out of the room, embarrassed out of his mind, "sooo, what happened?" Seigi asked Max, shifting the gun onto his shoulder as he followed the 2. Max just shook his head "nothin" he grumbled, rubbing his side a little. The 2 made it to the entrance, where X33n was standing collecting stuff people had dropped off to go find more of, when he saw the 2 he grinned, "will you tell me what happened? Or am I forever gonna be in the dark about this?" Seigi asked X33n, watching Max grab stuff and walk out. X33n giggled "I found out Max is ticklish" he hummed happily. Seigi perked up "oh?... Oh really now?" He chuckled to himself "well now I have to see for myself" and with that he took the bottles from X33n and went to the ship to find Max.

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HAAAAAAA- okay, that's all I got in me, enjoy.

[goldenbear228]

I let the impulses win- BUT FIRST NEW BBY MAX EAR DESIGN

Back to the regularly scheduled tickle art

It’s the baby design’s (don’t be weird)

(ignore how the tungs [? Dislexia] aren’t colored in)

[tolkiens]

History repeats itself.

GAME CHANGER Lou Wilson in s5e09 "Escape The Greenroom" & s6e03 "Sam Says 3".

[lc-holy]

Je t'aiMeuh!!

[figscigfigs]

max durden (just caught in a net for doing drugs): "we should unionize, like if we all do drugs he can't expell all of us"

kristen applebees (presidental candidate selfnominated champion of the steel workers union): "that's not a union"

fig faeth (straight edge, except for drugs): "i think he's onto something”

riz gukgak (only bad kid allowed to take stress for his friends): "FIG YOU’RE SO CLOSE TO GETTING EXPELLED"

[linoyes]

[leebrains]

uuum so camp camp is back amirite enjoy my self indulgent art

[fischyplier]

A knight in shining armor

Photoshoot by Andrew Max Levy: (x)

[radio-navlee]

OH MY GOD!!!!!🤩🤩🤩

Ok first of all, I love ur art so much🫶🏻

Can we get some Lee Max and Ler Nikki and/or Neil?🤭

Thanks dear!

I can't choose between these two, like, I think Nikki and Neil would almost always team up against Max, you know?