#ler!blades

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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“How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

“I will, but first I want to see – can one truly die of laughter, or did you always just say that so we would stop?”

[queryscorner]

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There isnt enough TK content of these absolute goobers and that is an actual crime, its illegal ive decided >:[

NOT A SHIP

Im sorry, Blades just gives such lee vibes I cant-

Ever slowly getting better at this >:D

[safempty]

"What a day.. hm? You look lonely.."

(redraw)

Hii, it's a redraw, a redraw of my first post on Tumblr, wow, it's been a year, the truth is that time goes by quickly haha, but really this last year I have learned a lot

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Old drawing

I know it's very different because of the color palette lmao but I really wanted to do a redraw of a year difference

[nucanitickles]

Balls

"What in the hell?" Edmond stared at the absolute chaos in what had once been one of the mansion's most quiet, peaceful living rooms with a shocked expression, Olivine behind him bemused as well.

Eiden's head popped out of the undisturbed sea of plastic balls, a big grin stretching from cheek to cheek. "Edmond, Olivine! Join us!"

"Us?"

Aster and Morvay's heads also popped out of the balls, alongside Garu and Blade.

"Of course it's you five," Edmond pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, while Olivine chuckled fondly behind him. "We have important business-"

"One of us, one of us," Eiden quietly cheered, the others joining in as they managed to move their way towards Edmond and Olivine. They looked for all the world like little sharks.

Morvay and Aster were the first to reach Edmond, and they dragged him kicking and screaming into the ball pit, Morvay at his arms and Aster grabbing his ankles. They worked hard to submerge the fighting knight in the balls, until only his hands and feet could be seen.

Eiden turned to Olivine, who was watching the proceedings with an amused smile. "Will we be forced to drag you in as well, your holiness?"

The priest chuckled, carefully stepping over the little barrier separating balls from the corridor. "I think I would prefer to enter of my own volition." He smiled brightly at Eiden, who couldn't help but laugh as well.

"Yeah, I think Fighty McFightPants figured that out."

"So how did you even-"

"AACK! RELEASE MEHEHE!" Edmond's shrill scream interrupted the two's conversation, and they whirled around to see that the knight had been attempting to leave the pit. Aster, however, had managed to grab him, manicured nails skittering all over a trapped foot that had lost a boot. Morvay, as usual, wasn't far behind the vampire, quickly grabbing Edmond under the arms and going to town. "NOHOHO!"

"Ooh, are we playing?" Blade perked up, pouncing on Garu. "Come on, Garu-Garu!"

As Blade and Garu started a (one-sided) tickle fight, balls flying everywhere from flailing arms and legs, Eiden turned to Olivine with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"O~livine~," he sang quietly, and an involuntary smile tugged at the priests lips.

"Yeah?"

"I'm~ gonna~ tickle~ you~"

"Is that so?"

Eiden grinned, but then his mouth opened in shock as a green ball hit him gently in the nose. Olivine laughed as he waded carefully away, the noise practically lost in the noise surrounding him.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

[angelatmidnight1]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

A/N: I've had a stressful couple of weeks and wanted to write a quick story with ler!Astarion and lee!reader. This was inspired by one of the helping lines he has where he says "you look good helpless". @tickly-deer-boy here is a quick Astarion fic!

Summary- Tav is stuck, and Astarion comes to get them out of trouble. He had no idea that they were ticklish…and gods, is it entertaining. 

Paring- Astarion x Tav (platonic).

Word Count- 1.8k.

Warnings- None. But please note this is a tickle fic!

Tav grunted in frustration as they tried to wriggle free from the narrow space between the crates. Their movements only caused them to get more wedged in the spot. They were reaching forward, straining to reach Lae’zel’s outstretched hand, only to just be out of her reach. 

“K’chaki. I told you to go around.” Lae’zel grumbled in exasperation. She withdrew her hand. “We waste precious time while you struggle. At any moment, we could become ghaik.” 

“I know that,” Tav groaned and tried to launch themselves forward. They barely moved an inch, and now their waist was fully stuck between the crates. “It’s almost like you’ve been saying the same thing since we crashed! If you’d shut up and give me your hand, I’d be out of here already.”

“You cannot reach my hand,” Lae’zel pointed out as if it was as obvious as day. “And I have no time to wait and make up for your shortcomings. Had I known you would slow me down, I would have left you to your fate on the nautolid.” 

“And you would have no astral prism. You’d turn into a mindflayer before me,” Tav grunted and decided to change tactics, twisting their hips to try and dislodge themselves. It didn’t work. Lae’zel checked her pack, believing she’d been the one carrying it, only for Tav to give a mocking sneer. “Honestly, it’d be an improvement. You wouldn’t be talking so much if you had a mouth full of tentacles.”

Lae’zel scowled. She took a step forward, hand on the hilt of her sword. “You think it’s wise to provoke me in your position?”

Before you could challenge her, Astarion’s silky voice sounded from somewhere behind you. “Now now, darlings. Let’s not turn our blades on each other. We’ve so many enemies we could stab instead..”

Tav heard the sound of his shoes crunching over gravel as he approached them. The sound stopped when he froze, taking in the scene of the trapped leader in front of him. “Oh. Oh dear. Someone’s gotten themselves in a spot of trouble, hm?”

Tav didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking. They bristled, and they would’ve turned to leer at them if they hadn’t been pinned at the waist. “Hilarious, Astarion. Truly. How about doing something useful and helping me?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “My, so touchy. I’m almost tempted to leave you there. Who knows what a less friendly adventurer would do if they found you?”

“You wouldn’t,” Tav retorted. “You’d miss me too much. Who else would wake up day after day to tell you how handsome you are?” 

“Cheeky,” Astarion smirked. “Still, I’m not convinced to help you. If only there was a word you could say that would make me reconsider. Something like, oh, I don’t know…please?”

“To hells with that,” Tav palmed the sides of the crates and pushed at them. Besides the occasional, minuscule move, they remained right where they were. Their face contorted with exertion, and they heard Astarion snickering behind them. 

“That’s four words, and I'm not looking for any of them.” Astarion stepped closer and leaned against the crates. “But by all means, keep squirming. You look good helpless…”

The heat rose to their cheeks, or maybe that was from all of their struggling? Tav wasn’t sure. They gave up on pushing the crates and twisting their body to and fro. Then, exhaling through their nose, they grumbled, “Fine. Please help me, Astarion. There, happy?”

“Your groveling skills need work,” he snorted. “But it would be cruel for me to expect a grand performance in your state. So of course, my dear, I’ll help you.” Astarion moved behind them, hands outstretching to rest on their sides. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and he rotated them to determine the best angle to pull them from. The light touches sent shivers up their spine, though he didn’t seem to notice. If anything, Tav would’ve chalked it up to the cold. Astarion moved his hands higher, now resting just below their rib cage. His fingers slid along their skin, looking for gods know what, and they jolted.

“What are you doing?” Tav cried incredulously. Lucky for them, he couldn’t see the grin tugging at the corner of their lips.  Lae’zel had already stormed off, leaving the two of them alone. 

“Helping you. Obviously.” Astarion rolled his eyes and readjusted his hold, returning to their sides. This time, he was squeezing them in an attempt to get a better grip. “And I’d have an easier time if you would hold still.” 

Tav choked on a giggle. They did the opposite of what he said and fidgeted some more. Suddenly, the impossible feat of getting themselves out on their own didn’t sound all that impossible. “Forget it, Astarion. I’ll d-do it myself..”

“Nonsense. Stop squirming, and I’ll pull you out.” 

“No, but-” 

Astarion’s fingers ghosted over their stomach, and they squeaked. He froze, and Tav felt their heart do somersaults in their chest. 

“What is the matter with you?” Astarion took his hands away from their belly, fingers resting just above their hips. The confusion was as clear as day in his voice. “You’re acting as if I’m hurting you.”

Tav remained quiet. They feared that they’d end up giggling if they spoke. 

“Tav? Am I hurting you?”

“...No.” Tav hesitated, shaking their head. They wracked their mind for a plausible explanation. “It’s just, uh, your hands. They’re cold.”

“Cold enough to feel through your clothing?” Astarion raised a brow, tone flat. “Odd. You haven’t told me that before..”

Tav didn’t even believe the tale they’d spun. “W-Well, they’re just that c—ah!” Tav squealed when he lightly pinched their hip. “Don’t do that!”

They went to smack at his hand, but hit one of the crates instead. Although they couldn’t see it, Astarion’s eyes brightened with mischief. 

“Oh, now I understand…” Astarion grinned a predatory grin, rolling his knuckles against their hip. Tav squirmed, biting down on their lip to trap the impending giggles. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Noho!” The word alone sent butterflies in their stomach. They brought one of their hands up to their mouth, their other hand uselessly hitting the top of the crates. “Damn it Astarion, just pull me ouhuhut!”

“I’m trying, Tav, but you’re not making this easy for me.” Astarion shuffled closer to them, now using his thumbs to deliberately knead into their hips. Tav gasped and giggled into their hand, feet stomping into the dirt. “It’s impossible to get a good grip with you kicking around like this..”

“You’re nohoht trying!” Tav argued, bucking their hips as Astarion kept kneading into them. The ticklish sensations surged through them like electric shocks, and it was harder to suppress their frantic giggling. “Gah! S-Shihihit! When I get out of hehehehre, you’re dehehehad!”

“I’m already dead,” Astarion snorted. “But do tell me, what is so funny? Surely I am not tickling you?”

Tav growled in between their giggles. They giggled harder when he changed tactics and squeezed their hips again, again, and again. Both hands flew to their mouth to muffle their squeals. 

“Darling,” Astarion purred, “I need an answer.” 

“Gohoho to hehehell!” The dam broke, and Tav giggled freely. They twisted and bucked as much as their trapped position allowed, clawing at the crates. “Stohohohp it!”

“Stop what?” Astarion feigned confusion, nails skittering along their waistline. “I’m only trying to help, just as you asked! You’re stuck in here good, I’m afraid.”

“Nohoho! I’ll f-freehehee myself!” Tav sputtered as he dragged his nails up their belly. They shouted and shook their head back and forth, laughing loudly. “Let gOHOHOhahaha!”

“I can’t do that, dear. That would make me a terrible friend,” Astarion tutted. He stopped scritching at their belly, teasing their sides with featherlight strokes. “And, while I’m on the topic, do you know what else sours a friendship?”

Tav’s laughter died down to short, breathless giggles. Their cheeks were well beyond flushed, and they fidgeted in anticipation. “I—hah—don’t know... what?”

“Lying,” Astarion grinned and gently pinched just beneath their rib cage. Tav squealed and bucked. “For instance, pretending not to be delightfully ticklish when you very clearly are.”

Tav’s eyes widened, panic flashing across their face. “I’m—I'm nohot—”

“Ah-ah, there it is again.” Astarion double downed on his efforts, kneading one of his thumbs into the side of their belly. Tav shrieked and kicked their legs uselessly, falling back into another laughing fit. “You are an insolent little pup, aren’t you? Lying is one thing, but lying to a friend? Lying to me?” 

As if they weren’t already stuck enough, Astarion wrapped his free arm around their waist, making it much harder to squirm or kick. He continued tickling their stomach, alternating between gently scratching along their skin with his nails and kneading with his thumb. He moved at a leisurely pace, as if he had all the time in the world. And, truth be told, he did. Tav’s laughter took on a more desperate note, and they threw their head back. 

“NAHAHA! Alright! Okay! I’m sohohohorry!” Tav shouted and pounded their fist against the damned crates. They doubled over, or at least made an effort to, and squealed with laughter. “I’m sohohohohrry!”

“So you are,” he hummed. “And yet, I’m not fully convinced. You’ve already lied to me once. Who’s to say you aren’t doing it again?” He dropped to his knees, lazily raking his nails down the backs of their thighs. Tav shrieked and kicked around even more. 

“I’m nOHOHOHohohot! I’m not!!” Tav grit their teeth and giggled madly. They tried to lift their legs out of his reach, but he chased after them with minimal effort. “PLehehehehease! I’m nohoht lying!”

Astarion laughed. “You learn fast. It’s still a no, though. I’m just gutted that you would lie to me.” He pretended to sound sad while he spidered his nails along the backs of their knees. Tav howled, curling in on themselves as much as possible. “After all of the time we spent together! After I offered to help you..” 

Tav cackled when one of Astarion’s hands snuck back up to prod at their belly. He swirled his pointer finger in random patterns, scritching just shy of their hip bones, around their navel, and ending at their lowermost ribs. He did the same thing in reverse, eventually settling back on the ground to squeeze and tickle their knees and thighs. His fearless leader was a puddle of squeals and giggles, and that’s one crime he was happy to be guilty of. 

“I CAHAHAHN’T!” Tav went back to pounding their fists against the crates, eyes shining with tears. “Astarion, plehehehehehease!”

After what felt like forever, Astarion stopped tickling them. He gripped their hips and, with one firm pull, dislodged them from their trap. They fell back into him, and he held them up, still by their hips. “There you are, you’re free!” he snickered. “You’re welcome.”

Tav exhaled, shutting their eyes. They were coming down from the ticklish sensations, chest rising and falling from each breath they took. They were still smiling a bit, so what they said next had very little bite. “Bastard.”

“Careful,” Astarion tapped his fingers against their hips, and Tav lurched forward. “We wouldn’t want this little secret to slip to any of our friends, hm?” 

[minnielvrr]

Letter Games Pt. 1

Lee: Hannie Lers: Chan, Minho, Jeongin Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for being so patient with me everyone! and thank you for the ones who checked up on me during my absence🥺 it means a lot to me🫂🩷 i hope you guys like this!!🤗💖

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120

“You two, quiet down! Hyung is sleeping,” Jeongin hissed for the third time that day, rolling his eyes when Han stuck his tongue out at him. Minho sighed, eyes falling on their leader, curled up and snoring away quietly on one corner of their picnic blanket.

The trio had covered him in their jackets, then munched on some snacks as they whispered to each other. The warmth of the sun, the cool of the breeze and the members hushed voices had lulled him slowly to dreamland.

Innie had propped his head up on his bag and Chan had fallen asleep in seconds, strands of his dark hair weaving between lush green blades of grass.

It was an adorable sight and one that reminded the two why they had to be silent. It was rare to see him so peacefully asleep. Chan needed this nap. And so they settled down too, Han pointing out clouds and comparing them to random objects in an attempt to keep them entertained.

“Look that one looks like Chan hyung’s butt…or maybe Binnie hyung’s. And that one looks like a wahahalrus!” He whispered, dissolving into a fit of giggles when it got both Minho and Jeongin to crack up.

Oh how they missed Changbin. The dwaekki had been stubborn about going to the gym today and so was missing all this.

It was a couple of hours later that Chan woke up, brought back to consciousness by his bandmates quiet snickers.

“Hannie hyung I swear if you wake Channie hyung up, you’re gonna get wrecked so bad!” Innie threatened, although the smile in his voice and crescent shaped eyes stole any real weight to his words.

“I’m up!” The oldest announced, a fond smile playing on his lips as he sat up and stretched. “Man, that was exactly what I needed. Plus,” he added, glancing at the ace. “I had a very… enlightening dream. Innie come over.”

Eyes wide with curiosity, the maknae leaned over, shoulders rising when the leader’s breath tickled his ears. Hushed whispers were followed by a deep red flush overtaking Jeongin’s face, both amusement and admiration shining in his eyes as he leaned away to look back at Chan.

“Hyung that… that… Can he even survive that?” He asked, unable to stop his gaze from falling on Han, who now resembled a scared hamster— worry lines showing on his forehead as his eyebrows knitted in suspicion and concern. Were they talking about him?

There was no way it was that right? That would be ridiculous! Because why on earth would Chan be dreaming about tickle tactics right now?

The same was done for Minho, the kitten now sporting a grin that could only be described as demonic. “I don’t like this. What are you plotting hyung?” Han demanded, looking warily at the mastermind of all this.

“Alright,” Chan announced, “Let’s play a game Hannie: you spell your name, and for each letter, we find a tickle spot and rate it. Sounds fun, right?”

“Nope.” The ace stood up abruptly, taking a big step away from the others, “Nuh uh. Like hell it does. Why am I the one getting targeted? Innie is much more ticklish and Minho hyung is a wayy more satisfying conquest.”

His comments flustered the two, Minho glaring playfully at his while Jeongin groaned in annoyance. “Get back here hyung-ah!” A burst of action followed, Chan and Jeongin jumping up and chasing after the quokka, who stumbled as he fled for his life.

Minho laughed in second-hand embarrassment. Around them, couples and families had stopped to stare, watching three grown men tearing through the grass like kids on a playground.

It was an exposed tree root that was Hannie’s undoing. “No no no no no!!”

He tripped, landing face first on a patch of tall grass. Before he could even stand up on his own, two hands grabbed his waist, hauling him over their leader’s shoulder. He gave in then, slumping in their hold and breathing hard.

“Yes yes yes Han-ah~ We’re gonna have to get you extra good for trying to run,” Chan teased as they walked back to their spot.

Innie bullied him all the way back, discussing earnestly with Chan on which spots to get, the smirk on his face telling Han that this was meant to tease him. And it certainly did.

His chubby cheeks were rose tinted when he was put down, Minho tackling the ace into his arms. “Mhmhm nohohoho!! Youhu cahan’t dohoho thihis to me!” He squirmed uselessly when the three pinned him down, a small part of him giddy with anticipation.

Hannie’s body tingled at the way all their eyes zeroed in on his hips. They wouldn’t start with his hips right? He couldn’t handle one of his worst spots being tickled right off the bat.

“Oh yea? And who’s gonna stop us? You?” Minho mocked, hands resting on Hannie’s ribs and tapping away as if to remind him of his current predicament. He gulped, looking away when he felt his cheeks warming up. Gods if he was already this flustered….

“Now, you remember the rules right? It’s simple. You spell out your name and we tickle you on one spot for each letter. And,” Chan gently tilted Hannie’s face so he was looking right at him, “for every letter you forget or mix up, we will tickle an extra spot that we pick. You got that?”

The ace chewed his bottom lip as he nodded, utterly mortified when he felt butterflies dancing in his belly. He was so excited!

“Go on hyung-ah, spell your name for us. You know you want to~” Innie crooned and Han wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Their dear maknae had grown very cocky since he’d started bulking, having already gotten his long due revenge on Hyunjin and Seungmin.

A tense silence followed, during which the ace’s urge to get wrecked warred with his want for self preservation. Minho magnanimously helped him along, his fingers dancing lightly against Hannie’s neck to keep him giggling adorably.

“Arghahaha! Hyuhuhung youhuhu cahan’t tihickle mehehe untihil ihihi spehell!” He protested, his train of thought derailing right into tickle land.

“Oh? Whoever said we couldn’t tickle you before you started? There weren’t any such rules Hannie~ Coochie coochie coo~” he teased, mischievous smile stretching his lips as his fingers sped up, making the younger squirm under him.

“Fine! Fihihine Ihihi’ll sahahay it!” He yelped, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “…H.”

All hell broke lose then. “Hips!” Jeongin yelled like a student getting the right answer in class. His shirt was tugged up and hands were immediately fighting to knead and scribble and drill into the quokka’s hips.

“Fuhuhuhuck nonono!! Ihihit tihihihckles sohohoho bahaHAHAD!!” Han couldn’t tell who was doing what, the ticklish sensation consuming his every thought, giggles spilling from his lips unrestrained.

Chan, sitting on his hands was doing the scribbling while Minho on his thighs was drilling in like this was his last chance to.

Innie on the other hand had moved to his side to knead into one hip at a time, alternating just to watch the poor lee twist and turn, trying and failing to lean away. “Wow hyungie, it’s like you become more ticklish each time we tickle you!” He marveled at the older’s ability to endure the sweet torture.

“Ihihi hahaha HAHATE YOUHUHU GUHUHYS!! AHHH MINHO HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” Hannie was thrown into hysterics, giggly laughter morphing into frantic cackles when Minho bent down to blow a raspberry on one hip.

Chan took mercy on him though, Hannie’s face was bright red, his wide, heart shaped smile on full display as he laughed and writhed under their hands. “Just spell the next letter when you want us to move on.”

“A! A! Plehehease Ihihihi cahan’t tahake ihihit thehehere anyhymore!!”

“Oh you asked for it baby. Too bad your first letters spell out your worst spots one after the other~” The leader chuckled at his plight. It was too amusing to stop though. So he dived right in, then stilled when an idea popped in his head.

“How do you want us to get you here Han-ah? Should I go light like this?” He cooed, slipping his hands into Hannie’s sleeves and brushed the sensitive skin lightly with the lips of his fingers. He watched as Hannie’s previous sounds quietened down, sweet bubbly giggles escaping his lips.

“Or rough?” He hooked his thumb into the hollow and vibrated in quickly, thrusting the poor lee into belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking the ground behind Minho. “LIGHT! PLEHEHEHASE CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG GO SLOHOHOW! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGING!!”

“As you wish baby,” the leader promised, switching back to gentle tracing and light back and forth strokes of his nails. It was just enough stimulation to keep Hannie’s melodious sounds filling their little corner of the park, but not so rough that he’d get overwhelmed.

“Hyuhuhung ahahaha ihihit tihihickles hyuhuhung! ihihihit tihihihihckles!!” Hannie told them, watery eyes blinking up at them. “Does it now? And do you like it? I can feel you leaning in you know?” Chan looked at him, amused and endeared.

Their little ace really was the cutest ever. Poor Hannie blushed even darker at being outed, hiding his face in his arm. “Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! Youhuhu mahade mehehe dohoho thihihis!”

“Do you want us to stop then, baby?” Minho asked, a knowing smile on his face as he brushed Hannie’s bangs back from his sweaty forehead.

“Mhmhmhm myhyhy nahahame stihihill has mohohore lehehetters tohoho gohoho youhuhu knohow!” He mumbled between shy laughter, peering at them from his hiding place.

“That’s right! Hyung still has seven more letters to go. You’re so cute Hannie hyung. You can just say you like this~” Innie teased, throwing in a quick scribble to the older’s belly to make him jump. They really adored this shy side of their friend.

Han whined then. They were enjoying his flustered state wayy too much! It wasn’t fair. Just a twitch of Chan’s fingers and another bout of laughter slipped past his lips. It soon grew unbearable, the soft tickles sending tingles down his whole body, making the lee feel like he was a live wire.

“N!! Nehehehext spohohot plehehease!” He begged, gasping for breath. The unshed tears were more prominent in his eyes now. His blush had spread down his neck, color bleeding into his chest.

“Aww is this too much for you Hannie? I’m tickling you so gently and you still can’t take it?” The leader taunted but paused to give the younger a break.

“N is for Navel!” Jeongin cheered, wiggling his fingers at his hyung. It made Hannie’s breath hitch. The trio waited till the ace’s breathing had evened out, Minho rubbing soothing (and slightly ticklish) circles into his waist.

“You ready?” Minho asked, voice soft when he looked at Han, making sure the younger really was okay with continuing.

“I'm okay, hyung. Um... will you... uh... tickle me on more spots if I spell multiple letters at once? Just wondering… Is that one of the rules?" Han asked hesitantly, boba eyes looking right at Chan.

"Hmm, well it wasn't... But now that you mention it, maybe it should be one of the rules. Do you want it to be baby?" Chan's mind was running a mile a minute with that idea, playing with all the ways he could try this game on the rest of the members back at the dorms.

Hannie blushed hard but nodded. He wanted more. And he was curious what spots they would pick for each letter.

And maybe a teeny tiny part of him really wanted this too— to see how much he could take and how merciless his lers could be. After all, these three were probably the most sadistic ones he knew.

“Go on, spell for us.” Jeongin whined impatiently, taking his seat on the older’s calves. Now Sungie really was pinned completely.

“J…I…S.” His next words came out as a surprised screech when, without warning, Jeongin’s hands found his thighs and squeezed. “J for joints!” He spoke cheerfully, squeezing and scribbling and massaging the spot.

“Wait! Nohohoho Ihihihi dihihihidn’t thihihink thihis throughuhuhu ahaHAHAHAHAHH!!” A squeal cut through his bubbly laughter once Minho and Chan also joined in.

“Hey you can’t complain! You asked for this Hannie~ You even thought of it yourself!” Chan chided him, hands busily moving from his waist and up to Hannie’s ribs, clawing and pinching the skin.

Minho had leaned back, massaging his thumbs into the younger’s inner thighs to have Jisung screaming incoherently. It really wasn’t fair that his name covered so many of his worst spots!

Hannie twisted and writhed as best he could, only managing to shake his head and flap his feet and occasionally jerk his torso away from one of Chan’s cruel hands.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SHIHIT IHIHI CAHAHAN’T OHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!” Hicuppy laughter flowed from his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if to clock out the sensations racing across his skin.

“Yah! There are kids here! You can’t curse, Jisung-ah,” the leader scolded. And his hands sped up, punishing poor Hannie with even more tickles which kinda did their job.

Now any curse words that came up would die in his throat until nothing but pure, unfiltered sounds of joy escaped. He laughed and laughed and laughed, forgetting how this stupid game even begun in the first place.

“Three more letters baby. What the last ones?” Minho prompted, noticing how out of it their ace looked.

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T REHEHEMEHEMBER! PLEHEHEASE SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!! IHIHI CAHANT THIHIHINK!” He gasped out finally, and the three obliged, slowing their hands until they were merely resting on the tortured spots.

Han panted, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then he remembered. The last 3 letters. Oh god. Which spots would they target? U for underarms, N for neck and G for…? Damn he couldn’t think of any…

“Uh…U, N and G! That’s all the letters.” He spoked regardless. He wondered what spot the others would target for his last letter.

“Okay U for underarms,” Minho nodded in satisfaction. “N for neck, of course!” Chan followed. They all turned to Jeongin, who smirked cockily. That brat had something up his sleeve!

“Ghost spots~” He said and was greeted with three matching looks of confusion. “You’ll see!” He reassured and let the oldest duo start.

Minho hooked his thumbs into the younger’s hollows and alternated the sides he would tickle, giggling when it had Hannie flailing left and right like a fish out of water.

“Nohohoho!! Mihihihinhohoho hyuhuhung stoHAHAHAHAP BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!!” His laughter doubled in volume when Chan joined at his neck, trailing his fingertips before scribbling at the soft skin.

Jeongin observed the scene for a moment, taking in the bright pink of his hyung’s chubby cheeks and the tears now dripping down the sides of his face. His beautiful heart shaped smile stretching his lips as he kicked and squealed helplessly.

Then he went in for the kill. “Tickle, tickle, tickle Hannie hyung~” He taunted, drawing attention to himself and delighting in the way Hannie’s crescent shaped eyes followed his hands with a kind of desperation. “NohoHOHOhoho!! Stahahay awahahay frohom thehehere!!”

He then brought his wiggling fingers to hover just millimeters over the lee’s belly, loving the way Hannie tried to suck in his stomach, only for it to spasm with his laughter.

His skin would brush Innie’s fingers and flinch away only for the maknae to move his hands to another spot and repeat it.

“Ihihihihie youhuhuhu’re ahahan ahahahass!” He whined through his giggles after the maknae switched spots for the third time, teasing him relentlessly. That was when the youngest struck. Not his belly? Then that’s exactly where he would aim.

Just when Han threw his head back in frustration, Innie’s hands found the skin of his belly, using all ten fingers to vibrate into the spot.

“ACK! NOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS IHIHI SAHAID NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He screeched, laughter loud and high pitched. He gasped and squealed and kicked and twisted but there was no escape. He was here, pinned down and he would have to take it.

Han felt like he was losing his mind, the tingly sensations taking over nerve and thought of his and filling his brain with how much everything tickled.

After a minute of non stop tickling, Hannie was like putty in their hands, his limbs like jelly, no strength left in them to even squirm anymore. His laughter began to die down, wheezes punctuating every sound until the trio let him go.

“What a mess you’ve become,” Minho huffed out a laugh at his state— hair and clothes messed up beyond saving and tear tracks lining the sides of his face.

Chan handed him a bottle of water that he gulped down hurriedly and Innie wiped his flushed face carefully. “Youhuhu guhuys are insahane… We should definitely make the rest of them suffer too!” He grinned.

With immediate agreement from the other three as well, that is exactly what they did. But for now, Hannie would be getting his well deserved cuddle time to recover from his own tickle attack.

[uselessgay10101]

Probably us if that happens -

blades 2 exploring nia's plot of further self autonomy is just so delicious i think. in chapter 3 mal jokes about whose turn is it to make sure nia doesnt get robbed and tyril says its his, and nia actually gets angry at this. she didn't ask anyone to do that this time around, they just assumed. like sure she is the least experienced in the group but after what is probably a year of her friends doing this to her i expect it does get frustrating. she's the least experienced but she's also a grown woman who's experienced the worst kind of violation of bodily autonomy (dreadlord possessing her) and whose use of magic has been constantly questioned (tyril is extremely overbearing about this, other characters too in book 1) even when she knows exactly what she is doing. nia ellarious my beloved. go shadow go crazy get selfish.

[nucanitickles]

Blade Gets Got (Or Not) Drabble + Headcanons

Eiden cursed himself internally, too busy screaming to do it externally.

To be fair, Blade had been programmed to feel pain and pleasure, so it wouldn't have been too far of a stretch to imagine he had been programmed to be ticklish as well. However, Eiden had thought wrong, and as much as Blade enjoyed his books about sex, it appears he had also read some about tickling.

"Darling - I read that this spot is sensitive!" The e-droid chirped happily, digging the fingers on one hand into Eiden's armpit. Despite his slim frame, Blade was surprisingly strong, one hand managing to pin both of Eiden's wrists against the wall behind him. To be fair, he had been made that way, but sue Eiden for forgetting Blade was not quite human.

He was getting punished enough for that anyway.

"BLAHAHADE!" He wailed as inhumanly quick fingers wrecked havoc on his torso, thrashing in the e-droid's hold. He shrieked as Blade released his hands to tickle both armpits, the droid watching curiously as Eiden's hands slammed down and he curled in on himself, like a turtle. "DOHOHON'T!!"

"Darling is so cute when he's laughing," Blade grinned innocently, sharp teeth contrasting his sweet face, He paused at Eiden's request, tapping his fingers gently against the sensitive skin. "Where else is darling sensitive? ~"

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🖤 In my head Blade was not made to be ticklish. Like he may have been programmed for pain and pleasure but tickling is just not in that roster.

🖤 So obviously Blade is very curious about ticklishness because he can't experience it and as such as soon as he finds someone who is ticklish it is sciencey time baybee let's see what this actually is!

🖤 Of course the typical problems of robot trying to figure out humans occurs - he can go too far sometimes, not out of any maliciousness, just pure naivety to the human body and it's reactions. However, that also means that he's hyper-aware of any 'dont's and 'stop's, so some more fighty lees have to choke down their embarrassment to get what they want.

🖤 Eiden becomes his guide to the fighting lee and shows him when he should stop or when to tell when someone's actually enjoying themselves even when they deny it.

🖤 Has superior strength because, well, e-droid. Not quite as strong as Quincy, but enough to subdue a fighters wrists with one hand.

🖤 Probably spews out random facts about ticklishness he learned from books whenever he thinks it's appropriate. Also will unintentionally tease which is worse than intentional teases somehow

🖤 Thinks it's very cute when the word 'tickle' flusters people. Also thinks it's very cute and fun to discuss tickling openly and watch people go red and try to escape the conversation.

🖤 Will occasionally go on crusades to find the 'cutest' lee. He will inevitably always say it's Eiden, but he does like to make lists of who's most ticklish where. He shows them off like it's proper scientific research. According to his most recent 'research' Garu has the most ticklish feet, Olivine has the most ticklish tummy, Edmonds hips are the most sensitive of the gangs and Eiden's underarms are the most sensitive. His research findings change every week or so though

[666anxiety666]

For a fic suggestion/request, maybe the reader tries giving Seb a massage to help the guy feel more relaxed ('cause I'm sure his back & shoulder muscles must be aching from sitting around in such a small cramped room like that day after day) but ends up doing something else unknowingly (when you rub too close to his ribs or his sides/hips, or maybe his tail).

Yes sir 🙌

Just relax

Sebastian x gender neutral reader

LEE: Sebastian LER: Y/N

Warnings: none :)

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Sebastian groaned as he got back to his shop. Crawling carefully down the ceiling back inside.

You were sitting against some boxes. Munching on a pack of cracks as you watched Sebastian return.

Sebastian slumped down the second he got inside comfortably enough for his massive body. His cracked his back a little bit, but it did nothing to relieve the pain from looking for items to sell all day.

You tilted your head at him. Silently asking if he was okay. He glanced up at you with half tired eyes.

"I'm fine, Y/N..."

Sebastian paused with a huff.

"My back is killing me though..."

He grumbled. He didn't want to move. You frowned a little. Standing and approaching him. He did look tierd, exhausted even. You looked down at Sebastian as he lay on the floor before an idea struck in your mind.

Without sating anything. You walked around him till you were at his back. Sebastian blinked one eye open.

"Y/N? What are you up to-"

But Sebastian cut himself off when he suddenly felt to hands pressing into his back. He let out a small groan, but a good one.

"Damn... I didn't think I needed this..."

Sebastian practically purred. Letting you do your thing. You smiled to yourself, glad you were able to help. Your hands worked up from where his shoulder blades were before moving down to his lower back.

This was nice. It was quiet, Sebastian was relaxed, you were relaxed, all was good. Until... you heard a small giggle.

You paused your movements, raising an eyebrow. Sebastian noticed and froze.

"W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

You blinked for a moment before grinning. You continued your "massage." You felt Sebastian shiver against your hands. You kneaded his lower spine. Your eyes widened as he let out a squeak.

"H-Hey! Stop thahat-!"

You didn't stop, and Sebastian didn't stop his squeaks either. He squirmed a little. Using his third arm to try and push your hands away. It didn't work.

"Come ohon, Y-Y/N!"

Sebastian was holding back. But the second you went for his sides instead, he lost it.

"Hey! Hey, nohoho! Stop thahahat!"

Of course, you didn't listen. His giggles were just too sweet and a rare sound at that. You moved up to pinch and dig into his ribs. Sebastian struggled harder, but you were on top of him.

"Okay! Okahahahay! Enohough! Hehe, plehehease!"

Sebastian giggled. All three of his arms flailing around. You grinned, you could listen to Sebastian giggling all day.

Eventually, however, you let up. Watching Sebastian panting on the floor. His face was a little pink.

"J-Jesus, Y/N..."

He huffed. He sat up, holding you in his arms.

"You were supposed to help me relax!"

Sebastian exclaimed. You giggled as Sebastian calmed down. He lay against the wall.

"In fact... it kinda did..."

Sebastian admitted begrudgingly. You smiled. Leaning against Sebastian's chest. He looked down at you and saw your smile, he smiled a little too.

"Hey, don't let it get to your head..."

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Yippee, all done! :)

[featherwingbrushes]

Feeling Better <3

Sooooo I decided to write more of a self-indulgent tickle fic again bc it’s been a long day. A long few weeks, months, eh. Especially with school kicking my ass and some tougher stuff I’m dealing with in lacrosse (reader is a lacrosse player too). So I wanna feel better don’t judge me lol

Anyway, tickle fic, don’t like then don’t read!

Ler!V x Lee!GN!WD!Reader

Finally, the sun went down. Thought that stupid ball of fire would float there forever.

V thought to herself with a digital eye roll, finally able to pop out of the crashed ship. She had spent the night within the old spire, catching up with J for the day to patch some old wounds up and clarify what had really happened in the past, all that good stuff and whatnot.

But now V could leave without fear of the sun burning her up, off to visit her partner in the Colony, who she knew was always home at around this time.

Funny, V considered, that she would end up with a Worker Drone as a lover when hunting them down for so long. Odd little masochistic drone, she often joked. But it had been at least a year since that and the whole AbsoluteSolver fiasco that followed. Times changed.

So V deployed her bladed wings, spreading them and launching off the top of the ship with a powerful beat, zipping off to the nearby bunker. She shot past the WDF drones keeping watch by three doors, not even bothering to use her easy-access pass to open whatever areas she needed to get through, opting for her much-faster vent travels. It also led her directly to your room instead of the winding pathways she’d have to weave through.

A couple minutes later and she arrived at her destination, seeing you sprawled out on your bed as she expected, so she rapped a few times on the grate of the vent.

You jumped from the sudden clanging noise, startled by the harsher sound, glancing over to see what had caused it. Of course, it was just V, which you weren’t too surprised about.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to creepily crawl around in the vents?” You heaved a sigh, lazily sliding off the bed to your feet before dragging yourself over to the wall. You crouched down and tugged the loosened grate off anyway, pulling V out from the cramped space onto the floor.

“Oh, you love this creepy-crawler, don’t even.” She scoffed, dusting herself off once she was back on her feet.

Well, legs. Peg legs? Best not to think about it.

You rolled your eyes in return, but gave her a small begrudging smile nonetheless, wandering back over to your bed before flopping down on it again.

V just gave a slight smirk at that, slow to follow though plopped down beside you a minute later. She narrowed her eyes a little, noticing your smile was rather short-lived, now a small frown.

“Hey. What’s wrong with you?” She prompted bluntly, raising a digital brow.

Your gaze flicked over to hers. “Whaddoya mean, ‘what’s wrong with me’? What’s wrong with you?” You countered childishly out of habit.

“No, don’t just play that off, there’s something off about you. You’re all frowny. Usually I get, like, at least a stupidly obnoxious nervous smile.”

“Wow, so nice. I’m fine, V.”

“Oh nuh uh, don’t you go saying that again. When you say you’re fine like that, that means you’re never fine.” She huffed in response, sitting up to lightly glare down at you.

You just rolled your eyes at her persistence again, but she was right. There was obviously something off. You hadn’t even forced her into a hug yet, and your usual cheerfulness had all but dissipated. “I’m fine. It’s… It’s just been a long game day, okay? I’m tired.”

V arched a brow again, though it clicked in her mind that it was, in face, a game day for you, and she had meant to ask about it. “Oh, right, your semi-finals game. How’d that go? Beat them again like last time? Any oil leftover from the losers for me to drink~?”

“No. We lost.” You muttered, gaze darting away from hers as you laid there, sprawled out flat on your back. Completely ignoring her playful idea of a joke at the end.

“Huh. Really? What happened?”

And there were the magic trigger words. You heaved a sigh, pushing yourself to sit up and physically prepare to launch into a rant that had been simmering inside for hours.

“We lost our shit, is what happened. We could’ve totally crushed that team. We’ve beaten ‘em before, we should’ve been able to do them again. Hell, they even avoided scheduling a game with us up until the point where they absolutely had to, just because of how we beat them on their own turf after the finals, in regionals last year. But we weren’t playing as a team and as always, it was just the two star players with the ball constantly, our plays were falling apart before even being attempted, we kept failing on defense, and blah blah blah rest is history and we lost.”

“Well shit. Sucks for—”

“—AND my coach has been acting really shitty lately! I mean, we have three, and yet they’ve all been let downs at some point. Kirkman, our paid coach, she doesn’t even really coach and kinda just deals with the roster and stats. Lindsey, our oh-so-amazing returning player alumni is a huge downer and was constantly like, “you guys are all taking this as a joke, hope you’re happy, whatever” and we’re like, no, we’re taking this seriously, but you don’t have to harp on all the bad shit constantly. And Jared is the worst of them all lately! I used to like how nice and great of a guy he was, but he’s been tossing these comments here and there that are bugging the hell out of me. Not only is he failing to include a lot of the players, but he’s been doing it consistently now! I was a benchwarmer last year and beginning this season I kicked off with tons of play time, nearly all four quarters, and I was a starter! Now I’ve been tossed to the side, slowly waned out over the last few weeks to the point where last game I was in for two minutes. Two fucking minutes. Like I had just picked up a stick that season. And when I asked him about it last game, he was like “No, sorry, I’m waiting until we’re at least six goals up before I start subbing in players”, and this game when I asked, being very direct —but still nice— about how I “wanted to go in and I used to be a starter and I miss being on the field!”, he said “Yeah, I was standing on the far sidelines so I could avoid subbing people in. I know you miss it.” EXCUSE ME? Then DO something ABOUT IT you fucking prick! It’s not like I’m a terrible attacker. I’m fairly decent. I’m just not passed the ball often and teammates still have issues with trusting people not in their stupid tight-knight circle. And the players he’s been replacing me with I’m either equal to or sometimes better than— depending on the day. It’s like I don’t even deserve to be there! Why bother!??”

V just sat there quietly, rather stunned by the barrage of angry ranting she had been unexpectedly hit by. But despite her usual careless attitude, her expression softened a little and she realized what the root of the problem was. All of Jared’s behaviors and statements and the treatment you were receiving on the team had completely crushed what progress you had made on believing you deserved to be there.

She sighed, hesitantly reaching out to rest a hand on top of your fidgeting ones as you laid on your back. “Hey, hey. I get it, you’re mad. And you have every right to be upset. But you do deserve to be there, you know that, right? You do. You’re just going to train harder to be seen, but even though Jared is being an ass even in charge, that doesn’t mean he’s right. You are good enough.”

You grew quiet for a moment, head turned away in the silence. But you reached to gently squeeze her hand back, speaking up again.* “…yeah, I guess. I… I don’t know, I think I’m just tired of this bullshit. If it’s not the team not trusting me, it’s the coaches not believing I’m good enough, or one of them being a huge downer, or whatever else. It’s always something. And to top it all off, we didn’t even make it to the finals this time. Champions of five years dethroned.”

“Hey, that’s okay. Work for it next year.” V replied, trying to offer a reassuring smile. Although that wasn’t her forte, so a moment later she donned a smirk and retracted her other hand for her silvery-blades claw. “And if these coaches and players are really bothering you that much, I’ll just pop their little heads off.”

You couldn’t help but snicker a little at that, mood lightening a tad after all that weight was off your chest. “Aw, just for me, hun?”

“Just for you, darling~”

“Oh shut up, no more mass massacres for you.”

“Why not? I’ve been pretty great about not popping heads off recently. No treat of organic oil straight from the source~?”

“V, you’re not hunting down my coaches and teammates, no matter how much they piss me off sometimes.”

“Aw. And I bet they would’ve tasted so good.” V sighed wistfully, grinning with one of her blades tapped against one of her sharp metal fangs.

“Eugh, gross.” You huffed, barely suppressing a smile at that. At least your girlfriend was protective and loving, in her own twisted way sometimes. You heaved another small sigh, the smile fading for a moment as you laid back with your eyes closed, arms above your head, just trying to shake off the lingering pain of it all.

V soon noticed the lingering frown, a small pout of her own crossing her expression. She was trying her best to make you feel better here! Where was your smile and energy, damn it!?

“Hey. Hey, stop being all downy over there.” She grumbled, retracing her blade claw, reaching out to jab your exposed side with a smoother-metal finger instead. “Smile stupidly or whatever.”

But rather than just a swat and returned grumble like she expected, you jolted away with a small squeak, like you had just been shocked by a live wire. Eyes wide, you slowly looked up to meet V’s gaze, watching as the gears shifted in her mind… and it clicked. She found an instantaneous way to drag that smile and happier attitude out of you whether you wanted her to or not!

At the same time, you were already sitting up and trying to scoot away, but V was quick to pounce as the predator she was, looming over your smaller form with a devious grin and widened eyes not even a split-second later. “Oh, Y/n~”

“I said smile~”

You felt a shiver prickle up your spine from that, staring up into the crazed, mischievous yellow eyes of your far-stronger girlfriend. “Uh… n-no thanks…”

“Oh, but I wasn’t asking.” She flashed you another smirk before suddenly snatching up your sides, fingers digging into them through your thin jersey without warning.

“N-No, wahait— VEE—!” The reaction was immediate, and you erupted into giggles before dropping back into the bed below, curling up as best as you could. Trapped on your back with V hovering over you, now easily straddling your hips to keep you pinned while she skittered her fingers all along your sides. And just as she wanted, you had a huge grin plastered back on your face, even if it was against your will.

“Tch, there’s that stupid smile I love. Didn’t even take me five seconds.” She muttered under her breath, smiling in satisfaction as you writhed around underneath her, snickering up a storm.

“VEEHEHEHE!!! Yohohohou bihihitch!”

“Well that’s not very nice. And after all I’m doing, being a great girlfriend, bringing a smile back to her stupidly insecure yet amazing partner’s face.”

“NOHOHOT as sweheheheet as yohohou mahahake ihit SEHEHEEM, yohou fuhuhucker!”

V rolled her eyes at that, deciding that was quite enough giggly swearing spilling from your lips for now. “Okay, that’s enough from you.” And she swiftly shifted spots, fingers zipping from your lower sides up to your ribs, drilling into the spaces between the “bones” and spidering over the actual surfaces.

That earned a sharper squeak, bordering on a squeal, and you instantly curled up as best as you could, arms clamped to your sides as she burrowed into those worse spots. Her fingers were relentless, merciless instruments, digging out every squeak, squirm, and snicker she could find.

“T’aw, and now all you can do is just giggle your little head off. No more profanity protests for you. You’re too pint-sized for that anyway~”

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHAHAP!”

“Oh I’m sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over your cackling.”

“IHIHIHIHI’LL GAHAHAHAHEHEY YOHOHHOU BAHAHAHACK FOHOHOAHAR THIHIHIHIS!!”

“I doubt it.”

And with that she continued on, occasionally darting up to dig into your underarms for an extra giggly squirming mess, before diving back down to jab at your hips, then back up to your ribs.

“God, you’re like a wiggly worm over here! Ridiculously sensitive. Like, you’re the most ticklish drone I’ve met, yet one of the hardest to actually tickle because of all your wriggling.”

You just hissed back at best as you could, but by then most of your snap backs and insults and name-callings were completely dissolved into uncontrollable laughter. Absolutely helpless and grinning like a fool underneath the bigger Disassembly Drone, just squirming and kicking and screeching without her so much as budging one inch. That thin jersey offered zero protection.

Eventually V slowed down to just light skitters along your sides, giving you a much-needed reprieve to catch your artificial breath, though still with lingering wheezes and chitters.

“Wow. Well I brought a smile and more. Aren’t I just the best?”

“Ehehehe… h-he… sh-shuhuddup…” You mumbled breathlessly, going slack atop the bed, the occasional twitch from her roaming fingers. “…thahat wahas… w-was mehean…”

”Mm, maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. But I’m not done yet.” V donned a sly grin again, leaning in closer, half lying on top of your limp form.

Your eyes were instantly wide as saucers, quickly coming to the realization that this ticklish torment wasn’t over yet, and you were still strung along for the ride. You glanced up at her in alarm, freezing up although not moving to escape. Too tired to bother… and maybe you didn’t hate it all that much. Maybe an itty-bitty part of it was enjoyable, the light-heartedness needed after that huge dip in self-worth from the lacrosse season.

”W-Wait whahat— wh-what do you m-mean, you’re not done??” You echoed, flutters of panic and anticipation rising again.

“I mean, I’m not done with torturing you. Obviously. C’mon, loser, thought you would’ve at least understood that.”

“No, I did, I— oh for f-fuck’s sake, never mind. Just what do you mean—”

“This.” V shrugged, cutting you off before suddenly thrusting her hands under your shirt and latching onto your sides again, in more direct contact with the softer flexible metal. However instead of just anywhere on your ribs or sides themselves, she specifically drilled into those spots just under your ribcage, one of the absolute weakest areas she knew of on you.

And the reaction here was even better.

“No— VEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!!”

You immediately burst into a squeal and collapsed into hysterics, thrashing around underneath her worse than you had ever fought before.

That point was such a huge weakness, and V was absolutely thrilled to take advantage of that. And she drilled hard into those spots, far more relentless than before, and trained on that area for at least a solid minute before pulling her hands away, slipping them out from under the fabric.

You went slack again, panting and getting out residual laughter for another minute, slowly coming down from the high of hysterics. V stared down at her messily sprawled-out, flustered mess of a partner with a slightly softened look now, easily noting the way your visor had fully heated up and flushed a nice neon shade of (color). She rested her hands atop your sides, gently rubbing away the phantom tingles still crawling all over the ravaged areas, a twitchy grin left on your face as you laid there.

Eventually, you managed to refocus enough to catch your breath and speak up again, still rather exhausted.* “Ehehe…. I-Is it over yet…?”

“Yes, it’s over, Y/n.” V chuckled quietly, keeping up the comforting rubs as you recovered, enjoying the view and definitely not at all feeling a smidge of guilt over her attack.

“Y-Yay…”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic, babe. It’s not like you need oxygen.”

“M-Meh meh meh… d-drone instinct anyway…”

“Whatever, you. Come here.” V scoffed with an eye roll, cautiously scooping you up in her arms as she now laid beside you, one hand still rubbing your farthest side. She studied you for a brief moment, a warmer smile on her face than she would’ve ever admitted. “…You okay there?”

It took you a minute, but you had eventually recovered enough past giggles, though a smile was still painted across your flushed face. “Mm… y-yeah, I am. I guess. Sure.”

“Mhm, but really?”

“Yes, hun, really.”

“Good.”

“…Besides the literal physical torture you just put me through.”

“Oh shut up, you enjoyed it anyway. You’re still smiling right now, aren’t you?”

“…shut up.”

“Exactly.” V nodded, decisively ending it as she pulled you closer, figuring now it was time to fully calm down after bringing your smile back in such an aggressive manner. But she was right anyway, you had enjoyed it. Something you hadn’t realized you needed. And V seemed to know, thinking to herself on it as she clutched her little Worker love to her chest, who nuzzled further into her with arms snugly wrapped around her torso.

…Worth it.

“I’m happy you’re feeling better.”

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Okay, end of the fic! How we feeling, these who made it through?? Sorry it was a little more rant-heavy at first, though I did warn yall it was self-indulgent lol

Anyway, lemme know if you enjoyed! Or if you want to see more fics! Or both!

Requests are open!

[berrys-hide-out]

Holiday feels

Summary; Peter is bored and feels left out. Holidays could be extremely draining sometimes..everyone was away, but did that really mean he was as alone as he thought? Characters; Lee!Peter Ler!Sam/Bucky

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A soft sigh left Peter as he laid over the table in the avengers lounge. Holidays were usually fun, playing with friends, texting, seeing new things.. but not this time. His eyes flickered to his phone. Two whole weeks had passed and he hadn’t heard of MJ or Ned. Both were on vacation, somewhere out in the world with their parents, and he was stuck in New York.. Aunt may was working overseas because of an emergency and if it couldn't get any worse.. His suit was hidden away, his aunt had forbade him to run around in it while she was gone.. a grimace fell onto his face.. and Tony? He was arguing with Steve about some weird incoming mission.

His eyes fell to the papers which he still had to finish for school. “Uuugh..” he bemoaned and melted even more over the table.

A yelp escaped him when fingers ran over his shoulder blades and his head snapped up. “Having issues kid?” Bucky asked with slight amusement at his reaction. Peter puffed his cheeks “No, not really.” He sighed and grabbed the pen again, twirling it between his fingers. Bucky raised an eyebrow and sat down at the corner by his side, “What’s the long face for champ?” He hummed, his amusement long gone. Peter shook his head but eyed his phone.

Bucky followed his gaze, “You waiting on someone?” Peter hummed, not meeting the soldiers gaze, rather staring back at his work. "Mj and Ned." he stated lowly. It was awfully rare that they were apart, specifically so that no one could muster up the time to talk to one another. It was like hell on earth,.. for a few days not a problem but so long…

A chime of the elevator announced a newcomer and ripped Peter out of his thoughts, Bucky looked up and exchanged a worried glance with Sam. The uncle of two frowned and walked to Peters side, opposite of Bucky. “You’re still sitting on those?” He asked lightly, raising an eyebrow. Peter sighed in annoyance and eyed him. Sam’s eyebrows raised at the stink eye he got before frowning “How about a break?” He offered “I was about to collect mister Grumpy over there anyways for a game marathon.” He offered with a playful grin as his thumb pointed at Bucky. Peter eyed the work sheets, hearing Bucky scoff before seeing him stand in the corner of his eyes.

The man hummed and promptly took the kid by the armpits “Decision time’s up, come on buddy.” He grinned. The sudden gravity change made Peter break into hysterical giggles in an instant, “HEY! Buhucky!” He gasped and kicked out, only for Sam snigger and squeeze the boy's knee in a playful manner. “Sahaham!” Peter giggled shrilly and kicked out at him, all sadness fogotten in a fracture of a second. Bucky chuckled and held him slightly higher “I think we might've found our first game” he commented as a smirk played on his features. Sam huffed, eyeing them both with a playful smile "And our first rule, no kicking the game master!" He growled playfully. Peter froze for a second at the lingering threat before his giggles returned tenfold and he shook his head, squirming over Bucky and out of his hold. Landing with a slight backflip and a low stance “N-Now hold on- I never agreed—“ Sam sniggered and formed claws, slowly advancing to the teen.

“Better run before this timer runs out as well.” Sam warned with a playful grin.

Peter frowned, hands in front of him “Sam- I don’t” “Pete..” Bucky purred making Peter’s half-growl falter and as soon as those words left the super soldier and he took a step back. Bucky smirked deviously “3….” Peter shook his head and lowered himself further with a nervous grin, getting ready for them to pounce. “2..” Sam grinned and took a step forward making the boy yelp and scatter out of the lounge. “OOH PETER!” Sam thaunted and dashed after him “BUCKYHYhe HAHASN’T COUNTED DOWN YEHEHEHET!” Peter yelped and giggled shilly when he barely side stepped Sam’s pounce, making the man slip over the freshly cleaned floor.

The boy laughed as he made it past the man, jumping over Sam who was looking at the wall down the hallway in disbelief. Bucky hot on Peters tail they continued the chase. “Careful! Ground’s slippery!” Sam called making both males up front cackle. Peter slowled slightly at the short distraction and Bucky caught up. The younger squeaked and let himself drop to the floor sliding along it before grabbing the doorway and shooting into the living room. He got up in a smooth fashion and with a rather proud expresion which was however short lived and he yelped when Bucky had followed his example, however undercalulated the force, making them crash into another. Peter let out a short scream as he got swept off his feet, barely having been warned by his spider sense. Bucky held onto him, both of them coming to a quick stop in what was almost the middle of the room.

The two sat there for a second, recollecting themselves. “Please ensure not to run on slippery ground Peter.” Friday suddenly chimed in making Peter growl at her yet before he could retaliate he felt the super solder breathing down his neck. “Buhucky!” He whined a giggle and scrunched up as he leaned away from the super soldier. The man grinned “What? I’m not doing anything!” Sam sniggered and walked over to join them. “Great catch Buck.” He smirked and loomed over the boy. “Anything you wanna say before the tickle monster takes over?”

Peter smirked back at him “You suck” “You little...” Sam growled and pounced. Peter squeaked and kicked his legs, practically pushing Bucky and him further away from Sam. Yet it was useless as hands dug into his sides and ribs "NaAhahAhao! SAhAham!"

The hands lifted in an instant at the hiccupy shriek. He met Sam's eyes which held uncontrolled mischief and surprise. "Did-" he smirked in glee and looked at Bucky "Did you hear that?!" he exclaimed. Peter flushed red with a soft groan but the low laugh behind him made him smile anew and giggle in anticipation. "I did." the smirk dripping heavily in bucky's voice. "Never heard him make that sound before." he sniggered making Peter groan yet again in utter embarrassment. "Will you- EhEhehehey!" he yelped and pushed at Bucky's hands which latched onto his sides, leaving him open. Sam filed that away for later with a grin as Peter's bouncy giggles filled the otherwise silent living room.

“Nahahaha! Cohome on!” He bemoaned playfully. Sam sniggered “‘Come on’ what Pete?” The male adjusted himself before squeezing Peter’s knee, making him kick out. “WAH-! NOhohoHohOhu!” The boy squeaked and reached for Sam’s wrist only for his arms to slam back down with a giggly shriek when Bucky scribbled along his higher ribs… threateningly close to his armpits.

“Buhuhuckyheheee!”

Sam huffed at the kicking limps and growled “Peter, what was rule number one?” He asked, yet not getting an answer aside form boyish giggles as Peter tried pushing himself up and away from Bucky’s silent threat. The male smirked, Peter had a soft blush on his cheeks which heated his ears, “Nohohoho! buhucky!” The kid warned through his giggles. Peter shook his head, oh he was doomed, these two weren’t going to let him get anywhere until they thought the game was over. A almost electric feeling raced over his whole nervous system, making him arch his back before leaning forth to his trapped leg. “SAM!” He squeaked out, reaching for the hand below his knee only for a very cold hand to slip under his shirt and scribble over his ribs “HeHEhEHEhy! BuHUHUhucky!” He laughed lightly, hands clasping back down in an X shape to protect his torso. Another flick up the back of his knee made him shriek and tug at it, getting it free with ease. Sam eyed the boy, their eyes locked and Peter felt a thrill rush through him at the silent threat, yet unable to get away from the Falcon who was yet again rushing after his leg, all he did was lean further into Bucky as if he could phase through the soldier somehow. Talking about the Soldier, Bucky was smirking down endaringly at the boy. Somehow he reminded him of Steve when they were younger, the captain would also be too ticklish for his own good, yet unlike Peters sensitivity, Steve's wasn't well known.

A dark chuckle left his lips and he explored his stomach a little, taking note of the hightened pitch in giggles and every reaction it sought from the spider. Peter meanwhile was loosing his little head as the two worked in an awful precision to make him flail and laugh back and forth. "Heh, poor kid. Too tickish for his own good" Bucky mused, Sam looked up at his friend with a hint of surprise, the guy wasn't always up for these kinds of games after all.

As quickly as the surpise had came it passed and a devious smirk played on his features. "yeah, poor Peter." he sighed dramatically as he yet again caught the limp and this time kept it in his lap. "I have to say, being that ticklish has to be maddening." he shook his head. Bucky hummed, his amusement leaking through as the two ignored the low giggly groan from the teen to "cut it out!" "Yeah, imagine.. I mean it would be a true shame if a villain would ever find out about this." he 'muttered'. "IHIhiHIhi'm RIhIHihight HEHERE!" Peter protested. Sam hummed "Did you hear something?" Bucky shook his head in feigened innocence. "No, must've been the wind." he said and smirked at his friend "getting so old you're already hearing nonesense?" he teased. Sam growled and his attack on the boys knee and occasional hip squeezes picked up.

Peter yelped and kicked Sam, only for his other leg to be caught as well. "What did we say about kicking?" Bucky growled onto his ear. "IHIHi DihIHIDn'T MEHEHAN TOAHAHA- BUHUCKY NAHA!" he cried out and squeezed his eyes shut, succumbing to the dreadful 'torture' that Bucky had unleashed on his armpits. Sam sniggered "thanks Buck." Bucky huffed in acknowledgement.

Peter laughed his heart out for awhile, the technique of scribbling and pinching around his armpit was driving him up the wall, where did Bucky learn this anyways?!

“AHAHA OHOHOKAY IHIHI’M SOHORRY!” He squeaked out between bouts of laughter and Bucky let up, feeling Peter relax into him.

Sam sniggered and gave the kid a second to catch his breath before he hummed innocently. “You know what we should do?” He asked making Bucky hum curiously. Peter also shook his head, slightly adjusting in Buckys hold to be a little more comfortable, maybe thinking they were already done yet Sam had a mischievious, almost evil plan... “Peter in biology you have the human organs right now, right?” Peter nodded “yeah..?” He murmured and raised an eyebrow “Why do you ask?”

Sam shrugged “do you know where the liver lies inside?” He asked and Peter opened his mouth to reply, his hand pointing at Sam's abdomen, then he pointed to his own and then he let it fall with a soft, concrentrated frown. It was easy on paper… “uh..” he murmured and Sam shook his head with a soft tut. “Here, see…” he said and moved his finger up between Peter and Bucky to Peter’s back and slowly moved down. Peter gasped softly and stiffed at the feeling. Sam slowly moved over his side to his front, feeling the muscles jump underneath. “And it goes along here…” he muttered his explanation and a grin fell onto Peters features, yet he held the giggles in.

Sam grinned. “And same here, it’s the other one, both go all the way over here.” He said, moving both his fingers around his back to his front. To his glee Peter let out a high pitched giggle and clamped his arms down.

Sam huffed “Pete you need to know this… Bucky help me out here would you?” “My pleasure.” Peter shuddered and anticipating giggles left his mouth, he tried swallowing them, only managing ever so slightly.

Sam smirked internally, once the kid figured out they were playing around he’d definitely kick their asses in combat training… or play one or two pranks but the soon to be realisation on his face was going to make all of this so worth it.

“You should show the kid the stomach too” Bucky chimed in making Sam hum in delight “you’re right..” he said and looked at Peter “know where it is?” Peter was about to answer, only for Sam to start tracing it “it goes from up here.. aaaaaaall the way over here and then back down heeere…” Peter giggled, playfully pushing at Sam’s hands “Stohohop!” He whined at the way too playful gesture “what why? Isn’t this important for your studies?” Sam smirked and Peter stared at him, his silly grin not leaving even when the realization was setting in “Noho!” He squeaked “We ohonly need to know it for the books!”.

Sam sniggered “well too bad!” He growled and latched onto his sides. Peter squealed and grabbed at man’s hands, wriggling in his hold with bubbly laughter. “Nahaha SAHahaham! Thihis iHIhisnt ahabout bihiologyhehee! Youhuhu Prihick!” He groaned the last part though it more so sounded like a whiny giggle.

Bucky sniggered and tased his hip, “Well come on then kid, show him!” He encouraged, making the boy finally wrangle with the two, turning sideways to fight off all found hands. Peter laughed as he wrestled with the two, giggling through and squeaking from time to time when one got through his defenses to squeeze or scribble. It was a silly display truly, it was fun to play around like that, but if you’d ask Peter about it, he’d never admit such a thing. "Naha, Cohohome on guhuys!" Peter sniggered as he pushed at Bucky’s hands again, “Saham called you old yesterday!” He squeaked out before Sam growled playfully and his back hit the ground, both men hovering above him with almost wicked smirks. Bucky then eyed Sam “Seriosuly?” He growled and Sam scoffed “No way!” Bucky’s eyes narrowed and Peter giggled “no he did!” He exclaimed. “No i didnt!” Sam growled down. “What? You calling me a LiHahahAHAHA!” Peter threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut when Sam dug into his armpits. “Yes.” Sam growled down at him, searching for the one spot that drew the teen up the wall. Bucky watched and shook his head, with a well placed squeeze to Sam’s hip the man yelped and threw his arms down to protect himself “EY!” He squeaked in outrage. Bucky smirked and shook his head “You seriously need to take lessons from Nat about lying.” He mused smugly and before Sam could say anything Bucky continued “And we’ll talk about your little comment later.” He warned and Peter smirked at Sam. The man eyed him and growled. Peter giggled and pushed himself up onto his arms “Told you you shouldn’t have said that.” He reminded and Sam scoffed, “You’re not safe yet don’t even start becoming a smart ass.” He warned and Peter pouted at that “Not a smart ass.” He growled back. Bucky shook his head at the two “we just had him smiling.” He complained to Sam who smirked “then let’s get that smile back.” Sam grinned and formed claws. “After all, No sulking around the tower” he warned before his hands went for Peter’s hips. “NO- SAHAAM!” The boy screeched and went to catch the hands, surprised when they suddenly turned course and went to his sides instead. Too baffled and occupied with Sam's sudden evasive maneuver he didn’t notice Bucky latch onto his hips.

The screech and belly laughter that followed made the two men laugh along with him. “NAHAHA COHOME OHON! IHIHI’M SMIHILING! GUHUYS!” He cried out through his laughter, head thrown back with messy hair and a soft blush along his cheeks and nose. Bucky sniggered adoringly at the boy and Sam sighed “finneeee, I guess we can let up.” He said ‘sadly’ but the smile on his features showed just how pleased he was with the work.

Bucky hummed and followed Sam’s lead, letting up on the kid.

Peter giggled and closed his eyes. They shot right back open when his shirt got lifted and he looked right at Bucky before- “NOHOHOAHAHAHA!” The boy squealed as the man placed a raspberry on his stomach. Bucky leaned back with a smirk and pat his tight. “That one was for good measure.” He stated making Peter send him a giggly middle finger.

“Woahahaha, careful, don’t let Steve see that.” Sam laughed. Which earned him a smack to the knee “youhu’re the worst!” He growled.

A knock interrupted them and they looked up. Steve and Tony. “Are you bullying my intern?” Tony huffed and Peter got up squeaking when Sam pinched his side. He barely side stepped and raced to the other two men. “Thehey’re being mean!” He said, practically hiding between them.

Tony sniggered and gave his trainee a soft neck tickle “mihister staahark!” He whined and ducked out of it “ehenough!”. Tony grinned and shook his head in adoration. Steve hummed “Leave the poor kid” he mused and patted Peter’s shoulder. “Go get a board game. I’ll join you in a second.” He said, his tone of voice however hinted mischief.

Peter raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking at the man curiously “okay…?” He nodded nonetheless as Steve turned to Bucky and Sam.

“So, which of you two bullies want to go first?” He growled and slowly inched forwards. Bucky and Sam’s grins turned to blank surprise and disbelief, Sam gasped when Bucky scrambled “Hey! Wait up!” He growled and raced after him “don’t you dare throw me under the bus now!” He called after him and Steve rushed after them.

Tony and Peter sniggered at the display, hearing the three yell about it being mighty unfair with two super soldiers and one soldier.

Tony smirked “how about we play a round until captain tickle monster joins us?” Peter flushed red at the name and rolled his eyes with a smile “yeah yeah, let’s go.” He huffed.

Tony smirked and poked his trainees back “bet I’m faster in the lounge then you?” Peter smirked at his mentor “bet I’m first?” Tony huffed “as if. On three”

1…..2……..3! And the two were off, racing down the still slightly slippery hallway, with one promptly overshooting the lounge while the other managed to slide in perfectly fine.

And the two who were getting chased around the compound? Let’s just say they’re still running. ;)

[tired-and-ticklish]

Could you do vox tk headcanons? (If your not busy ofc :])

TV Man let's go!

Ler

Man has claws, let's start there

While his mouth is mostly part of his screen, he can make it 'vibrate' in a way that feels like nibbling or blowing raspberries, due to frequency and such

Once he knows you're ticklish, you're done

He playfully threatens to broadcast whoever his current lee is on the thousands of Hell's TV screens

He likes to make people nervous and anxiously anticipating: A poke here, a small scratch there, throwing the word "tickle" around like it's no big deal until they're practically begging him to get it over with

He doesn't immediately go for death spots (unless you're Val or Vel, or you've pissed him off), he's a big fan of slowing descending on them, going for not as bad spots first, until the lee is covering their face.

Vox is also one of the meanest teasers in Hell, he can have you pink in less than a minute.

"Aww, what's wrong~? Too sensitive for your own good? no, sensitive isn't the right word... ticklish~?"

Lee

Cannot at all take what he dishes out

Ironically, nibbles kill him

"No no, fuck you! Don't come any- No!"

Will deny he's ticklish until the seven rings collapse

Worst spots are his antenna, shoulder blades, hips, hands, and back of his knees

If you're going to tickle Vox, your best bet is sneaking up on him, because if you try directly, he will turn it on you

Velvette is the one who found out he's ticklish: She had to measure him for a new outfit after his fight with Alastor, and accidentally scratched his hips

Needless to say, this didn't stay a secret

If you tease or tickle him long enough, his screen starts glitching

Tickling the backs of his knees or his hands with feathers will make him scream

Run as soon as you're because he will get revenge

[veryblushyswitch]

I don’t know if you’ve wrote any yet, but do you have any headcanons for Stan and Ford?

Stan & Ford ~ (tickle hcs)

I haven’t for them actually! Most of these hcs will be about when they’re kids, but there will be a few for after they reconnect ⚓️ Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you enjoy!

⚓️ ~ Stan is for sure the bigger tickle monster between the two. Ford gets him a lot of course, but Stan lives for making his twin laugh.

⚓️ ~ Stan is more sensitive to rough tickles whereas light tickles really get to Ford. Not to say that rough tickles don’t work on him either.

⚓️ ~ Ford is too ticklish for his own good.

⚓️ ~ Stan loves it tho. He uses every opportunity he can to tickle his nerdy twin.

⚓️ ~ Ford is mildly ticklish everywhere, but he’s especially ticklish on his hands, under his arms, on his neck and ears, and along his ribs.

⚓️ ~ His hands make him so giggly and squirmy!

⚓️ ~ When he’d be feeling down about them, Stan would pin his hands down and scribble all over them with his fingers or a pen until Ford agreed that they’re cool.

⚓️ ~ Raspberries absolutely kill him-

⚓️ ~ His mom would give him raspberries on his neck and ears when giving him hugs. Stan would give him tummy and rib raspberries as the grand finale during tickle fights.

⚓️ ~ Of course we can’t ignore the fact that Ford has six fingers on each hand-

⚓️ ~ The dude has two extra fingers to tickle with! Much to Stan’s dismay.

⚓️ ~ Stan isn’t as ticklish as his brother. He’s ticklish in fewer places, but those places are still really ticklish.

⚓️ ~ He’s most ticklish on his knees, stomach, feet, and shoulder blades.

⚓️ ~ Stan can’t get massages without giggling his head off when someone goes for his shoulders or shoulder blades.

⚓️ ~ Whenever Ford tickles him, he always cries out how unfair it is while giggling his head off. It actually makes Ford appreciate his hands more.

⚓️ ~ Ford would constantly do the exploding spider knee thing to Stan and it makes Stan shriek every time!

⚓️ ~ He squeals and curls up when his tummy is tickled!! He’s a fighter and a squirmer, but when his stomach is tickled he lets out the most happy giggles and crumbles.

⚓️ ~ This still stands for when he’s older and he kinda doesn’t hate it hates it.

⚓️ ~ Both also got tickled a lot by their mom when they were younger. Even in their teens she’d give them side/rib pokes and knee squeezes.

⚓️ ~ Got yelled at a lot when they’d stay up late reading comics under a blanket with a flashlight.

⚓️ ~ If there was a tickle scene it would always lead to one or the other initiating a tickle fight.

⚓️ ~ When they were younger, Ford was never really able to get the upper hand during tickle fights since he’s so ticklish. But now that he’s older and learned to fight, he can for sure turn the tables pretty quickly.

⚓️ ~ The first time they tickled each other after everything was when he saw Stan tickling Dipper and Mabel. Stan noticed Ford’s hesitation to join in on the family bonding, so he dragged him into the chaos.

⚓️ ~ He told the kids to watch this and went to go tickle his brother. However, Ford swerved out of the way and used his combat skill to instead pin Stan to the floor and wreck his ass. And to let the kids get their revenge.

⚓️ ~ Didn’t stop Stan from retaliating afterwards though. He went for a bad spot immediately and was able to make Ford crumble.

⚓️ ~ Both didn’t admit it out loud, but that was one of the best days they’d had together since the incident. Tickle fights were something they really missed.

⚓️ ~ These two are such a playful ler duo against Dipper and Mabel. Stan of course shared all of their tickle spots with him.

⚓️ ~ Dipper was so embarrassed at first because the author of the journals was tickling him and hearing him laugh and snort, but he soon realized that yes this the author, but he’s also his Grunkle.

⚓️ ~ Setting out to sail the world was the perfect time for the two to reconnect and make each other laugh once again.

⚓️ ~ Stan tells so many dad jokes on the boat and they drive Ford crazy.

⚓️ ~ Sometimes one of them will get Ford to genuinely snicker, but if he doesn’t Stan will just tickle him while he tells jokes and teases Ford that he didn’t know his jokes were that funny. (He does this a lot with Dipper and Mabel too)

⚓️ ~ They’ve for sure come across a tickle monster while sailing around the arctic.

⚓️ ~ It got both of them and they both tease each other about it.

⚓️ ~ Overall, these two had a lot of tickle fights when they were younger, and even more when they reconnected and met the kids. And they’d never trade it for anything.

[ros-is-thinking]

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 😭