#ler!gal

[widowsistersandfriends]

Don't Speak

Summary: Reader gets caught drinking underage by a cop who happens to be a familiar face. Reader pays the price in a different way... (lee!reader x ler!Gal Gadot)

Word Count: 2372

Warnings: This fic is NSFW and there is tickling, sex, cops, bondage and swearing, so if any of this bothers you please do not read. Thank you!

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You were starring in a new movie and were currently hanging out with your co-stars. They were all older than you and loved to go out drinking. Feeling pressured to fit it and bond with them, you had gotten a fake ID to sneak into bars with them. Luckily for you, most bartenders accepted it without a second thought and you were free to drink and get wasted with your friends. 

Tonight you guys had chosen to go to a bar in one of the most popular places in Los Angeles. Many celebrities came to this bar, so it was no surprise when you saw famous actors and actresses huddled inside. 

You showed your ID to the bartender and you were served a drink. You started off with a fruity cocktail, wanting to slowly get into it before hitting the hard stuff. 

You were just about to order your third drink, when suddenly a cop burst into the bar.

You turned in surprise and saw a familiar face.

“Gal?” You asked in surprise.

“That’s officer Gadot to you, young lady,” the officer said to you.

“I’ve literally done a movie with you before! When did you become a cop?” You questioned.

“Ever since I knew about people causing trouble, like you,” Gal said flatly. 

“Well, I promise you I’m not causing any trouble,” you said, your speech slightly slurring.

“You’ve been drinking,” Gal commented.

You nodded, a smile growing on your face as you did a scan of how she looked in her uniform.

“How old were you when we filmed the movie?” Gal questioned, moving closer to you.

“Just a little 20 year old,” you answered, taking another sip of your drink.

“And how long ago did we film that?” She asked, setting your drink down.

“5 months ago?” You answered.

“So that means you’re still 20,” Gal said, swiping your fake ID before you could grab it.

“Y/N, I know you like the back of my hand. I know this isn’t your real name or ID. You’re underage drinking. You’re coming with me,” Gal growled, handcuffing you quickly.

“Wait! I can explain!” You pleaded.

“Hey, that's our friend!” your co-stars said.

“Your co-star broke the law,” Gal said matter-of-factly. With that, she guided you outside to her cop car. 

“Thanks for ruining my night,” you grumbled, attempting to pull away from her with your hands behind your back. 

She put a firm grip on your shoulder, turning you to face her.

“What was that?” Gal asked, raising her eyebrow.

“I said—Ah! Stahahap!” You giggled out, as Gal reached out to tickle your side.

“Don’t speak,” Gal demanded, putting you in the backseat of the car.

After driving for a while, you started to feel worried. The last thing you needed on your record was that you were a criminal and were sentenced to prison. However, something felt off, much different than your typical arrest of a criminal. 

“Where are you taking me?” You asked quietly.

“I said don’t speak,” Gal reminded you, reaching back to squeeze your knee rapidly.

You let out a squeal kicking and squirming as much as you could, which wasn’t much.

“Don’t make me tape your mouth shut,” she threatened, as you continued to scream with laughter. She eventually stopped tickling your knees, leaving you panting and in disbelief. There were so many things you wanted to say and so many questions to ask, but you were afraid of getting tickled again.

Right on cue, as if she were reading your mind, she began to speak. 

“I bet you have so many questions,” she said, glancing up at you in the rearview mirror with a smirk. You blushed, looking away quickly.

“I don’t bite remember?” Gal cooed, as you now felt really nervous. You had worked on a movie with her and had become really close, but now you felt as if you were meeting for the first time.

“Awww come on, don’t get shy on me now,” Gal teased, goading you to speak so she could tickle you again. 

You rolled your eyes, and looked out the window when you felt the car slow. You felt your heart beat rapidly, as the place looked like an abandoned dungeon. 

Gal opened up the backseat door, gently pulling you out. 

“Follow me you little delinquent,” Gal ordered, leading you to the creepy door. She pushed the door open. It was dark when you entered, but your eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. The room was wooden and bare besides a table and a chair.

“Pick one,” Gal demanded, taking your handcuffs off. You sighed in relief.

You gave her a questioning look.

“Which one do you want to suffer in first?” Gal clarified. 

You pointed at the chair.

“I was hoping you’d pick that one first,” Gal said evilly. 

“You can speak now. But just so you know, if you say something I don’t like, I’m taping your mouth,” Gal warned.

You sat in the chair, as she tied your hands together behind the chair. She also tied your feet together, so you were unable to move much. 

“I thought we were friends,” you whined, tugging at the restraints.

“Just friends?” Gal asked, tilting her head slightly and eyeing you closely. You bit your lip and looked away.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Normally when people do illegal things or crimes, they’re sent straight to jail and have to go through all these lengthy processes to get out. But like I said, you’re more than a friend, so I’m gonna give you the easy way out. I’m not putting you behind bars, and I’m not hurting you in any way,” Gal reassured you, as you felt your heart skip a beat when her accent became thick.

You nodded slowly.

“I’m just gonna punish you for drinking illegally and then you’ll be free,” Gal said, smiling and revealing a set of pearly whites that popped out in comparison to her bold red lipstick. 

She slowly walked over to you, placing her hand on your neck.

“Long time no see, friend,” Gal whispered in your ear, making you flinch as she dragged a nail on your neck. You scrunched up, holding your squeal in. 

“You like that?” She asked.

You shook your head, as she began to squeeze your neck, making you burst into giggles.

“Gahahal knohohock ihihit ohohoff,” you giggled, trying your best to avoid her hands. 

“But you’re so cute when you giggle,” Gal said, pouting slightly. She began to use her sharp nails over your shoulders, and you cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless crop top. 

“AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT GAL STAHAHAHAP NOHOT THEHERE,” you screamed, bucking against the restraints. You twisted every which way and scrunched up, but it was no use. Your sensitive skin was at her mercy to tickle. 

“IHIHI NEHEED A BREHEHEAK!” You shouted, as she stopped tormenting your upper back and neck area. 

“Oh fuck that was horrible,” you said, out of breath.

“Oh you’ll love the next part even more,” Gal said, giving you a wink. With that, she pulled an electric toothbrush out of her pocket.

“Remember this? Your favorite?”

“NO! DON’T!” You shouted, as she stuck the toothbrush into your belly button, causing you to immediately hunch over to protect your sensitive little hole. 

“Ah ah ah, you’re not protecting shit,” Gal said, using her other hand to push your shoulder back, leaving your belly button sticking out for her to torment. 

“STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAD,” you cried out, continuing to buck forward, trying anything you could to escape the torture.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before breaking the law hmm?” Gal said, laughing at your current state. 

“I WIHILL JUST STAHAHAHAP,” you laughed in ticklish agony. 

She gave you a short break, pulling out some duct tape from her pocket. She taped the toothbrush to your belly button but didn’t turn it on yet. She sauntered over and sat down in your lap, causing you to get nervous. 

She didn’t say a word. All she did was smirk and reach down to tickle up and down your sides and ribs.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA FUHUUCK YOHOHOU,” you squealed out. Clearly she didn’t like what you had said, so she quickly turned the toothbrush on, while continuing to tickle your sides.

“AH STAHAHAP OKAHAHAY PLEHEHEASE,” you laughed hysterically, unable to handle all the sensations at once. 

“I bet you’re wishing that you hadn’t worn a crop top huh?” Gal teased, now moving her hands up to tickle your uppermost ribs, right below your boobs.

You gasped and sputtered, unable to react properly to the overwhelming sensation. You fell into silent laughter, as you bucked against her. She showed no mercy, continuing to scratch over your sensitive upper ribs. 

“GAH RED RED RED!” You quickly shouted, as she immediately stopped tickling you.

“You’re way more ticklish than I remembered,” Gal said, absentmindedly tracing her finger up your side.

“Please, just let me go. I’ve learned my lesson,” you pleaded.

“Let you go? We’re just getting started,” Gal remarked, as your eyes widened. 

She bent over now to tickle your bare feet. You were slumped over from exhaustion, but jolted upright as the sensation shocked your body.

“I SWEHEHEAR I WIHIHILL END YOHOHOU,” you threatened through your laughter.

“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that when you’re all tied up like this?” Gal asked, now tickling the tops of your feet, making you screech and beg. 

“Oh I like that reaction,” Gal commented. 

“You’re being upgraded to platinum status,” Gal said, untying you from the chair and leading you over to the bed. 

“I thought you were done with me,” you complained. 

“Not quite,” Gal said, tying you eagle spread onto the bed. 

You knew at this point that folding over and letting her torture you wasn’t working. You were embarrassed at how easily she was overpowering you. You were gonna fight back.

Gal eyed you hungrily, ready to attack your exposed armpits.

“Ready?” Gal asked, flexing her fingers. 

“Tickle me Gal. Tickle me until I just can’t take it anymore,” you said smugly and confidently, grinning as you saw her blush a little. It was rare for her to get flustered, so this was a win in your book. 

“That’s what I plan on doing you brat. And because you gave me lip, I’m gonna make this hell for you,” Gal said, bringing out the baby oil.

Your eyes widened as she poured it onto her hands. Normally you would beg for her to not tickle you, but this time was different.

“Go ahead, oil me up. I’m yours for the night,” you said, throwing her a wink of your own. 

Gal narrowed her eyes, catching on to your tactics. 

“You’re gonna eat your words,” Gal said, rubbing the oil onto your armpits, making you squirm already.

“Just rubbing is enough to tickle you huh?” Gal said, as you struggled to not giggle. 

With that, she scratched away at your sensitive armpits, causing you to scream and buck against her. 

“HAHAHAHAH AHAHASSHOLE,” you shouted, as a mischievous grin grew on her face.

“Where’s that mouthy sub huh? Where’d she go?” Gal asked, drilling her thumbs in and making you scream.

You were laughing too much to say anything, and anytime you tried to talk, she would tickle you harder to cut you off. 

“I said don’t speak Y/N,” she commanded. 

She finally had mercy on your armpits after she felt you had suffered enough.

“Go tickle my feet, you little bitch. Maybe you can get me to cum,” you said, as she smirked down at you.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Are you too scared? Think you can’t get me to cum?” You asked cockily. 

“Oh you little shit,” Gal said, oiling your feet up and taking out the hairbrush.

“Oh…fuck,” you said, faltering now. 

“Oh fuck is right you little whore, ” Gal growled, as she scrubbed two hairbrushes over your slick soles. 

“AHHH AHAHAH OKAHAY IHIHITS TOO MUCH STAHAHAP,” you begged, feeling like you were being electrocuted. 

“Oh no, you put yourself in this situation. You’re gonna pay the price,” Gal said, now taking her nails over your soles, making your laughter go up a whole new octave. 

She noticed that your laughter was fading out and that it was turning into whimpering and moaning. 

“Are you close?” Gal asked smugly.

“N-nohoho,” you barely got out.

“Can I test that theory?” Gal asked, still running her nails over your feet. 

“You can try, but you won’t get anything,” you stammered out. 

“Oh really?” Gal asked, reaching over with one hand to finger you. A loud moan escaped you, as she continued to finger you harder. Boy was she right. You were close. Within another minute you were finishing and cumming hard, moaning and flopping around on the bed. Just when you thought the orgasm was over, a new one would begin and drive you crazy again. 

“GAL! You shouted, tapping the bed to show you were surrendering. 

“What was that? All that trash talk for this?” Gal teased, as you were recovering. You were too out of breath to respond.

“You lost, Y/N. Do I get my subby lee back?” Gal asked.

“I’m not your subby lee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Do I have to find her again?” Gal asked, moving up to sit on your stomach. She leaned down to kiss you passionately, and you returned it eagerly. However, you snorted when she began to tickle your armpits again, making you squeal and giggle.

“GAHAHAL NOHOHOHO ENOHOUGH,” you squealed.

“Awww there’s the subby lee,” Gal cooed, blowing a raspberry for good measure.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Gal asked. You completely blanked, forgetting why you were even here in the first place.

“Yes,” you sighed with an eye roll.

“Will you be mine?” Gal asked sweetly.

“Is this what this was? You couldn’t have just asked me out normally?” You asked playfully.

“Hey if you want a grand person you gotta do a grand gesture,” Gal responded.

She untied you and gave you another kiss.

“Wait a minute…are you even a cop?” You asked suspiciously.

“I have the right to remain silent,” Gal said, giggling hysterically.

[lopsicle]

Day three of tickletober and I’m already burned out (‘•w•’) I’m just kidding, I’m just tired because I have Spanish homework that makes no sense :(

Mask did you know I’m the world’s biggest Mabifica shipper?

When Stars Meet In The Northwest

Day 3: Cuddles

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Characters: Lee Pacifica, Ler Mabel.

Summary: Mabel has been begging for cuddles and Pacifica gives in, and nothing goes wrong.

Warnings: None! Though this is a tickle fic

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‘Pacifica…Pacificaaaaaa!’

Pacifica didn’t even glance up from her book at this point, a blank expression on her face which only shifted whenever she blinked or yawned. It wasn’t like she was annoyed or anything like that, she had just gotten used to tuning out Mabel’s loud, whiny antics in favour of getting whatever she was doing at the time finished before giving her attention to her girlfriend again.

Once she finally looked up from her book, she saw Mabel sitting by her socked feet, her eyes wide and locked on Pacifica, pure adoration resting in her pupils. Wordlessly, the brunette raised her arms and made grabby hands towards Pacifica, not always being the best at verbalising her requests, even if she had been shouting for attention for the last fifteen minutes.

Pacifica smiled a little at her, grabbing Mabel by her armpits and pulling the girl into her lap, having discarded her book to the side. Mabel smiled widely, squeaking a little from happiness as she immediately nestled herself into her girlfriend’s lap.

‘You know,’ Pacifica spoke softly, wrapping one protective arm around Mabel’s shoulders, ‘you can just use your words and ask for cuddles next time.’

Mabel shook her head, giggling playfully as she rested her head on the blonde’s shoulder, keeping her arms wrapped around her neck. ‘Nope! Bothering you is so much more fun that!’

‘Mhm,’ Pacifica rested her back against a soft, fluffy pillow , finally having stopped shuffling around enough for Mabel to get fully settled onto her girlfriend’s lap. ‘I’ll give you that, if there’s one thing your better at me at, your a really great pest.’

Mabel let out a fake gasp as Pacifica stuck out her tongue at the girl, a smirk on her lips. ‘Excuse me? Excuse you? Excuse us?! I’m your girlfriend, not a pest, I’m allowed to say that about myself, you aren’t!’

Mabel huffed, staring right up at Pacifica with a serious-unserious expression plastered onto her face. Pacifica played along with her bit, raising her hands up defensively as she giggled.

‘Alright, Iahah’m saharry, your not a pest, sweetie,’ Pacifica smiled sweetly at her, though Mabel didn’t seem fully satisfied, still feeling slightly mischievous.

‘Your not really sorry, if you were you wouldn’t be laughing! Hm, how about I give you something to laugh about then?’

Before Pacifica could even process what Mabel was saying, her girlfriend’s fingers had already plunged themselves into her armpits. The girl gaped sharply, clenching up her arms and effectively trapping Mabel’s fingers against her hollows.

‘W-waihahahat, Mahahahabel!!’

It wasn’t too uncommon that Pacifica would become the victim of her girlfriend’s tickle attacks, it was practically a given seeing how much Mabel loved to tickle people all the time and I mean all the time. The girl never, ever got tired of making some squeal and laugh at just a couple pokes or scratches, and Pacifica was no exception to this rule. In fact, ever since they started dating, Pacifica had become even more of a target for Mabel’s dexterous, tickling fingers.

‘Tickle, tickle, tickle!’

Mabel grinned as she saw how red Pacifica’s face got from that, finally making the girl raise her arms up to cover her blushing, flustered face, in turn leaving those sensitive hollows totally helpless to Mabel’s fingers.

‘Dahahahahahan’t sahahahahay thahahahat wahahahaahard!!’

The Northwest squealed and wriggled and writhed against Mabel’s hands but she couldn’t really do much to get away since her girlfriend was on top of her. And she’d rather die then pull her arms down to show off her blushing, laughing face. Mabel just giggled at her antics though, tilting her head, almost like an idea sparked in her brain,

‘Can you really not handle it when someone says tickle? Poor ticklish Pacifica, can’t handle any of the tickles on her super ticklish armp-!’

‘Stahahahaahahahap thahahahahahahat!!’

Pacifica cried out as that annoying, crimson reminder of her embarrassment had crept all the way up to her ears now, making the girl wish she could just hide her face in her llama sweater. She got a lot more squirmy at this point, eager for an escape from the tickle monster that she had decided to date, the girl’s socked heels pounded down onto the bed while her waist sharply twisted about from side to side, hoping to get away from Mabel’s hands.

But since Mabel was tickling her from both sides, she just ended up adorably flinging herself into her girlfriend’s nails each time, causing her to squeal and flinch away. Mabel just smiled fondly at the sight, it want like it was rare for Pacifica to show emotion but she looked absolutely, adorable hysterical right now in a way Mabel barely ever got to see.

And truth be told, Pacifica wasn’t hating it either. The poor blonde was just never really used to being flustered at all, much less in front of her girlfriend of all people, and because of tickling (that’s still hard for her to say) of all things. Even with that, the sensations were so pleasant and tingly, it was like a massage but the Mabel way; the way that makes you scream with laughter.

Unfortunately for Pacifica though, the girl really wasn’t able to handle that much tickling given that she hadn’t experienced much of it in her childhood. She slid her arms away from her face very slowly, showing that sweet, hysterical smile of hers that distracted Mabel momentarily as she just looked adoringly at her girlfriend, who asked through giggles,

‘Nahahaha more, pleahahase,’

Mabel’s fingers almost immediately left Pacifica’s armpits as she sat next to her and, while she was still re catching her breath, scooped her up and set her down on her lap, keeping one comforting arm wrapped around her waistline while she gently flicked and messed around with her ponytail with the other.

‘You know, for someone as..twordish as you, you handled that really well!’

Pacifica smiled at her before laying her head on Mabel’s chest, cuddling up to her.

‘I am so lucky to have you, Mabel Pines.’

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I may have mentioned this before but I am the world’s leading connoisseur in Mabifica, I am Mabifica’s biggest supporter. If Mabifica has 100 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 10 fans, I’m one of them. If Mabifica has 1 fan, that’s me. If Mabifica has zero fans, I am dead. This is an amazing ship, anyway, I hoped you enjoyed that fic because I did not proofread any of that shi

[mushiewrites]

7:40am thought (follow up to this post / Part 3 here)

after dream and sapnap “successfully” wrap george (really they just wound up tkling him to pieces), george and sap decide to use the tinsel from the tree to tie dreams ankles and wrists together

george sits on dreams thighs while sap sits on his ankles and dream gets thoroughly wrecked. george and sap tease him about how he’s not asking for it to stop, and dream just tries to explain himself through his laughter “i’m juhuhust happy you’re hehehere!”

this makes george blush more than dream is, and george tks him harder out of embarrassment so that dream can’t say anything else through his giggles

[fellator]

velho. arte. cê já viu arte? negócio doido

[veryblushyswitch]

LER DIPPER IS ACTUALLY SO ADORABLE OH MY GOSH!! 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

Mabel Pines, Journal Thief

With thanks to @gravityfallsaddict124 for this utterly adorable prompt! Always wanted to write for Gravity Falls, so I do hope this is well-received!

Summary: All Dipper wanted to do was read his journal before bed. But Mabel had other plans. At least Dipper knows how to make Mabel give it back.

A/N: Much platonic, most wow. Also Dipper's a little mean in this one, so read with caution if you're in a lee mood :D

Word Count: 1.6k

Enjoy <3

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It had been a weird and wonderful day in Gravity Falls, like usual. In the aftermath of the latest crazy hijinks, featuring an innocent task of dealing with the gnomes on the front lawn of the Mystery Shack due to their Grunkle Stan’s complaints about the short and bearded misters appearing and terrifying the paying customers, the plan was for Dipper to read through his journal quietly until he had to sleep. Until…

“Ugh! Mabel, give me it back!” Dipper implored, even as he chased his twin sister around the Mystery Shack. Mabel giggled as she was still racing around the home, Journal #3 held tight in her hands.

“Gotta catch me first, Dipper!” Mabel crowed. “I’m on five ultra-shots of Mabel Juice, you’ll never get this journal off of me, little brother!”

“Ugh! Mabel, come on! This isn’t funny!” Dipper said, getting annoyed. Why did Mabel have to do this…? How was he going to catch his sister and get his journal back? Dipper then thought of something. Dipper knew he was ticklish, and twins had a higher chance to share their weaknesses. Which meant…!

“Oh, Mabel! I’m gonna getcha~!” came the crooning call from Dipper. Mabel’s feet screeched to a halt, enough to Dipper to lunge forth and grab her, taking his sibling to the floor. Mabel gasped and looked up, to see Dipper’s hands gripping her wrists and pulling them over her head.

“What?!” Mabel asked, giggling nervously as she tried wriggling out, but there was no give. Dipper grinned.

“I did ask nicely, Mabel. But since you won’t give back what belongs to me, I’ll just make you give it back.” Dipper said, his fingers not ceasing their wiggling as he slowly lowered those digits down to Mabel’s sides.

Mabel closed her eyes, giggling freely. But when no tickles came, she peeked one eye open and looked to Dipper, who smirked above her.

“Whahahat are you doing? Just dohoho it, Dihihipper!” Mabel complained. But Dipper chuckled and shook his head in response, not letting his twin turn her sight away from the ever wiggling digits.

“I’m gonna get ya good, Mabel. You know I will.” Dipper continued, enjoying Mabel’s quiet and nervous laughter way more than he probably should. “And I’m not gonna stop the tickles you’re gonna get until you’re crying…”

Mabel’s cheeks burned red and she did her best to turn her head away from Dipper.

“Oh, right. I forgot how the word makes you blush.” Dipper chuckled. “Does it make you feel tingly, Mabel?”

Mabel’s anticipatory smile was so wide by now, one could assume it almost looked painful. But the stubborn girl held herself together as best as she could, despite Dipper’s teasing croons that were working wonders to stir her nerves up.

“D-Dip… we can talk about this. From one twin to another…” Mabel stuttered, trying to bargain her way out of her impending doom. Dipper’s mischievous grin widened, as did Mabel’s own, but more from a nervous standpoint rather than a mischief-laced one.

“Nothing to talk about, Mabel.” Dipper responded. “Revenge is sweet.” he said, before his wiggling digits finally landed and took off along Mabel’s stomach, pinching along her lower stomach. For Mabel, to finally get her tickles Dipper promised was a bit like a twisted blessing. No more anticipation, cause she was never the best at handling that anyway.

But now Mabel’s senses were overwhelmed with maddening tickles inflicted by her cheeky twin brother, her mind overcome with only one recurring thought: “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles, it tickles!”

And poor Mabel shrieked before she fell into hysteric giggles, pushing at Dipper’s hands the best that she could.

“D-DIPPER! NOHOHOHO!!!!” Mabel squealed, the girl lost in a world of near-musical laughter that was a delight to hear.

“No? No, no tickles here?” Dipper asked, smiling.

Mabel shook her head, the girl trying her best to plead, but to Dipper, it just sounded like a mix of pleas and nonsensical words that Mabel made up, none of which could be made to be articulate by anyone, no matter the level of their IQ. But let’s be honest… not like Dipper was going to end his fun too early.

“You think I’ll let go? Not happening, Mabel. Not yet, anyway. Maybe I should go right here~!” Dipper said, moving his ticklish touch to flip Mabel over. His fingers began to spider along Mabel’s back, tickling softly down her spine and squeezing right the way back up.

Mabel was squeaking like a mouse on the run from Grunkle Stan with a broom, laughing into the carpet below, her fists weakly banging into the soft plush fabric. “N-NOHOHOHOT THERE EITHER, DIPPER!”

Oh, as for Dipper? He was having the time of his life right now. “Well, where then, Mabel? Where should I go? Can’t leave any tickle spot of yours unchecked, have to be efficient. Come on, pick somewhere for me.”

Thank goodness that Dipper wasn’t able to see Mabel’s face at the present moment, because Mabel was pretty sure if she went into one of the gnome craters from earlier, buried the soil up to her head and closed her eyes, she could pass for a very large tomato with how red her face was.

“I-I CAHAHAN’T!” Mabel attempted to argue, though it came out muffled from her face still stubbornly smashed into the carpet. Dipper sighed.

“Well, if you’re not gonna choose somewhere, Mabel… guess I’ll just have to go to that spot.” Dipper sighed, faking disappointment. And in that moment, Mabel Pines felt her blood turn to ice at the very implication of Dipper even touching that particular spot… which happened to be the entirety of her ribs.

“D-DON’T YOU DARE!” Mabel demanded, suddenly making a real attempt to escape. But Dipper’s hands were quicker, and he turned Mabel back over so she was now looking up at her cheeky twin brother.

“Oh, I dare. But if you just give me back my journal, this can stop.” Dipper encouraged, reaching down to take it. But Mabel simply shoved the journal under her sweater, and then she blew a raspberry at Dipper in response, giggling at his grumbled response.

“You little…” Dipper mumbled, before his confidence came back. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, Mabel.”

Mabel’s confidence wavered as she felt a weight settle across her legs. And one simple look provided her with the reason: Dipper had made himself comfortable and held her hands in one of his own, while the other was inching her sweater and shirt up. The journal sat on top of her bare stomach, and Dipper took the book out of harm’s way, resting his freed hand on Mabel’s ribs.

Mabel’s breath caught in her throat, and a barely repressed squeak left her tightly-zipped lips as she felt Dipper’s nails stationary near the very ticklish bones. Dipper grinned. He knew just how ticklish Mabel was here, but he couldn’t resist a little more verbal teasing. His fingers made torturously slow circles on her ribs as he spoke.

“This spot is my favourite. You know that, Mabel? I can do anything I want here, at any pace I want. Soft tickles make you a little giggle-train, but if I blow a raspberry here, or count every ticklish rib you have… well, you can shriek so loud, you’d make someone think you’re being murdered. I don’t know if you could make Sheriff Blubs or Deputy Durland hear you from here, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.” Dipper recalled.

Mabel groaned through her barely-repressed snickers. “Yeah, yeah.”

Dipper waited a few moments more, and when he felt the tension ease from Mabel’s body, he struck. He pressed his hands on her ribs and delivered a series of rapid fire pokes and pinches, making sure to massage the spaces between the bones to pull the best reactions out of his ticklish twin sister.

And Dipper got the reactions from Mabel immediately. The poor girl fell into shrieking cackles at once. Her ribs were overcome with tingles, and it was driving Mabel absolutely mental.

“D-DIHIHIHIPPER! NOHOHOHO-! I CAHAHAHAN’T-! THAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD, DIP!” Mabel managed to press out through her hysterical laughter.

“Man, you’re loud.” Dipper murmured, adding Mabel’s hips to the already very ticklish mix. Mabel’s laughter went much more silent, the feeling of both of her bad tickle spots at once completely throwing her into silence, much to Dipper’s amusement.

“That’s much better. If I knew both of your good spots earlier, I could’ve saved myself so many headaches.” Dipper joked. “Have you gotten more ticklish or something, Mabel? Cause I’m pretty sure you have.”

Mabel was truly stuck right now. Tears glistened in her eyes, and her stomach was beginning to hurt from all this laughing. She coughed through her waning giggles, and Dipper heard it.

“Say sorry and I’ll stop.” Dipper said, slowing his tickles down so Mabel could actually speak, but not stopping just yet, waiting patiently as Mabel caught her breath, Dipper having traced slow circles on her stomach while he waited for her to speak.

It took Mabel a while, but eventually she managed to get it out. “Ah… m’sorry, Dip…”

“Okay, good. And you promise that you won’t take my journal again?” Dipper asked. Mabel nodded. Dipper hummed, not quite satisfied with that answer. His traces picked up ever so slightly, to a muffled squeak from Mabel again.

“Gonna need verbal confirmation there, Mabel.” Dipper said. Mabel groaned but she eventually gave in.

“Alright, alright. I… I promise.” Mabel responded. And Dipper grinned.

“And you also say that I’m the best brother in the whole world and you’re lucky to have me?”

Mabel groaned loudly. “D-Dipper!”

Dipper finally stopped his fingers and helped Mabel up, dusting her sweater down.

“If you try this again, Mabel… what I did just now is going to seem merciful.” Dipper stated, taking his journal into his arms and leaving to their shared room to read in peace.

Mabel stood alone in this room for now. As she left the room soon after Dipper, one thing remained in her mind.

“I am so taking that dumb book again.”

[yourlittlettoy]

FIRST “NEST” HIGHLIGHTS ✨

Just for the sake of using this blog like an actual blogging space 💁🏻‍♀️✨ let me tell you about how my first NEST went!!

For those of you that aren’t familiar, NEST is one of the biggest fetish gatherings in North America for us t-word enthusiasts! I’ve known about it since forever ago, and this may it was my first time actually attending. It was: everything I’d hoped it would be (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ here are some highlights!

This gathering was probably one of the biggest I’ve ever been to in terms of the amount of friends I saw alone! There were pals from our Tumblr community, friends from Japan, everyone from my gathering friend groups, and lots of friends from my local community as well. It was really heaven to just be with all of my favourite people all at once and in one place (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡

The events were REALLY COOL! Definitely a gathering with one of the most comprehensive schedules I’ve ever experienced! I participated in as much as I could, but notably the squid games, auctions, and t-word-theatre (which is a big public t-word show where someone get’s got in front of an audience in a very theatrical way!) was super cool! Having said that…

I GOT KIDNAPPED!! Well, “napped” 😅 don’t worry, no real felonies here hahaha. When I applied to be ‘napped like back in the beginning of the year, I didn’t hear anything back at all about the process of how that was going. Knowing not every applicant ends up getting chosen, I didn’t let myself keep my hopes up. Long story short.. after I excitedly went to the t-word theatre event all pumped to watch someone get got… to my great surprise, that person was gonna be me lmao ‼️😱 I was kinda *taken* from my seat and tied to a chair in front of everyone, then a game show-dating show scenario played out with 3 bachelors behind a curtain answering questions (really funny and witty answers, might I add) that the show host threw their way 😆. Of course, then the host eventually asks the question “our bachelorette loves to laugh, how would you make her laugh?” … and basically I watched as all of them came through the curtain to come get me 😱 one by one…. And then !!! OF COURSE ALL THREE HAD TO COME AT ONCE 😱💀😵!!! And I couldn’t take it right so I was yelling “help meeee” hahaha ya know cause pooOOooOoOor meeeee 🤪😇. And the host was like… “sure I’ll help them” AND JOINED IN ON THE LERS SIDE 💀💀💀! ANYWAYYYY despite how extremely evil that was 😜🥺, it was 10/10 one of the coolest experiences of my life, I got an “I got napped” certificate AND it made me really happy when people approached me later saying they liked my scene (˘▽˘ʃƪ)・ﾟ✧♡ THANK U NEST FOR CHOOSING MEEEE! 🩷

This was the first gathering I been to with a partner and he was beyond lovely and supportive and we didn’t struggle with feeling any kind of restrictions due to each other .. and this means a lot because I intend on going to gatherings for as long as I can and the fact that that won’t interfere with my love life is truly a dream come true for me :)

Oh, and I experienced getting t-worded by one of my most sadistic gal pals in a fully nylon body suit and 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I think my soul left my body that day lmaoooo RIP ME

Those are the highlights!!! This post really is a summary but happy to share more details if there are any questions 😁 thank you for reading and for following along this lil journey with me <3 I adore and appreciate all of you here with me right now! We’ve come a long way 🥰 maybe see some of you next year!!! 👀😙 that would be amazing!

[gaybananabread]

For the TT prompts, how about Lee!Miguel and any ler for day 5 or Ler!Peter B. with any lee for day 24?

TickleTober Day 5 - Boo!

~I can’t believe I haven’t written anything for Lyla yet! Really wanted to do the “lee mood spook” trope with Miggy; our AI gal was the perfect candidate! Got back into writing after a particularly bad slump with this one, so hopefully it’s okay. Thank you for requesting; have a happy spooky season!~

Lee: Miguel O’Hara

Ler: Lyla

Summary: Miguel is having one of his famous “I’m not in a lee mood” lee moods. After spooking him and catching on, Lyla decides to give her boss/bestie a hand…or eight.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Miguel was a closed-off man, to say the least. Few ever knew what was going on in his head, and those who did only knew what he wanted to reveal, which was never much.

Most of the time, that was how Miguel liked it; in a place where everyone had the same base traumas and sad backstories, it was nice to keep some air of mysterious individuality. Other times, he wished people could tell when he needed things… Not that he’d ever tell them, of course. He could handle himself, with or without support.

It was when a very specific problem arose that he started to second-guess himself.

The irritable Spider-Man had woken up feeling oddly giddy, a fluttery feeling in his chest. He craved a certain, very embarrassing touch. While he wished one of the other spiders would help him, there was no way in hell he was gonna tell anyone about his predicament.

That’s how he ended up in his office, door locked, scrolling through the fluffier side of the internet to try and deal with his mood in the most indirect way possible. The teasing audios, blurbs, and sketches were sort-of helping, allowing him to let out a giggle or two and relieve a bit of the giddy pressure in his chest.

He was fully absorbed into a short tease, squirming a bit as he read each word. The man imagined everything mentioned happening to him: the squeezes, the nibbles, the stupid teases, the affection in it all… He didn’t even think to check and see what Lyla was up to.

Turns out, she was up to terrorizing him.

“BOO!”

Letting out a sound he wasn’t proud of, Miguel jumped, immediately closing his floating screens. He did his best to glare at the holographic woman, but the blush on his cheeks dampened the effect. Lyla noticed almost immediately.

“Wait, are you blushing? Aww, Miggs, no need to be embarrassed! Everyone gets spooked sometimes.” She teased him, zipping over to float above his shoulder.

Thanks to Miguel’s need to overachieve with tech, Lyla had the capability to “touch” things when she wanted to; he’d spent months developing that part of her base code. So, when she playfully poked his ear, he felt every bit of the slightly sparky contact.

“Grk- LYLA! W-what have I told you about disturbing me when the door is locked?!” Miguel tried to scold her, sounding like a disgruntled father. She just rolled her eyes, a small scoff leaving her tiny mouth.

“Oh, c’mon. I made sure you weren’t doing anything important! The website you were on wasn’t naughty or marked as admin, just-” Lyla paused, her digital brows furrowing at the URL specifics. “Tumblr? Why were you on Tumblr?”

“I was…checking some potential members’ digital footprints,” he lied, struggling to stay still and stoic. Her attention made him squirmy, but he couldn’t busy his hands with the screens; if he tried, the very teasy post he was viewing would be on full display for the digital menace.

“Since when are we stalking new members?” She rolled her eyes, obviously not believing the man. Floating up high above his head, she checked his screen specifics.

“It can't be that- oh.” Lyla paused when she read the post, her digital eyes widening for a moment. It was…very specific, to say the least.

Miguel pinched his temples and groaned at her realization. How could he have been so careless as to forget Lyla could just check his browser whenever she felt like it?

“Are you in a…lee mood?” Lyla tried the words out, trying to understand what was going on with her boss. It wasn't the first time someone in the Society had the liking for those things, but it was the first she'd heard of it from him.

“Cállate, Lyla.” He was being a bit nasty, but Miguel was embarrassed, ashamed, and flustered all at once. How could she just ask that so casually?! It felt like an attack, though he knew it wasn't.

The sentient AI was at a crossroads then. She could have backed off, surrendered, and left Miguel to be a moody little shit-fuck. Or. She could deal with his mood head-on and get him to quit being such a jerk. It was an obvious choice.

“Shut up? Really, Miguel? To think I was trying to be nice to you.” Rolling her eyes in mock anger, she jabbed his side. Sure enough, he growled, swiping a claw at her; it went right through her, of course.

“Lyla, I swear, if you even-”

Before he could finish his empty threat, Lyla attacked. The three-inch tangible hologram zapped behind his head, fluttering all ten of her fingers against the back of his neck.

Miguel squeaked, jerking his shoulders upwards to try and protect his neck. Lyla pursued the sound, using her digital body to her advantage to avoid his claws while still tickling him.

“L-Lyla! Gehet away from me, now!” He tried to growl at his assistant, but the underlying giggles took away the venom in the sound. The giddy feeling in his chest swelled, a blush settling on his cheeks.

“You don’t really want that, do you, Migs?” Lyla teased, moving to scribble along the backs of Miguel’s ribs. Arching his back, he swiped at her, a strangled laugh catching in his throat. It was taking everything he had not to laugh or giggle, but her insistent, unstoppable scribbling was driving him crazy.

“Yes I dohoho!” He cursed the giggles that slipped out, hugging his ribs in an attempt to hide from her evil fingers. While he did want to be tickled, he preferred not to give her any more teasing ammo against him; Lyla was evil enough as it was.

While she was enjoying his attempts at stoicism, Lyla was after a more audible response. She could only reach so far with her small hands… Unless she got more, that is.

Backing off for just a second, the AI made a few copies of herself. She hadn’t used the feature since Miles’s grand escape, since it took quite a bit of focus to maintain. That just seemed like the perfect time to abuse her power.

The man’s eyes widened, filling with subtle excitement before narrowing dangerously. “Lyla, I swear, if you so much as think about touching me-”

Forty little wiggling fingers cut off Miguel's empty threat, a strangled squeal warbling in his throat. Staggering, he gripped the edge of his desk console hard enough to leave claw marks, unable to repress his reactions any longer.

“L-LYHYLAHAHAHA!”

There were ten fingers on the backs of his ribs, ten on his neck, ten on each hip, and ten alternating between his two ears. He did his best to try and grab her little projections, but she was purposefully sticking to his blind spots.

Miguel was in contradictory hell. On one hand, the fluttery feeling was being acknowledged, swelling in his chest quite pleasantly as she tickled him.

On the other hand, it was so fucking embarrassing; he was at his weakest when he was being tickled, much less in the workplace. Where anyone could walk in on them. It made him nervous in the most giddy way.

“What’s wrong, boss? Ticklish?” Okay, maybe she was pushing her luck, but c’mon! Miguel was such a hardass; it was nice to see him laugh so freely, especially when he was enjoying himself.

“SHUHUHAHAT UHUHAHAP!” Miguel pretty much lost it, stumbling back to lean against his desk as he laughed. It was hard to focus on anything but the tickles; he wasn’t sure he wanted to try anyway.

While Lyla would’ve been willing to carry on the silly moment, a motion sensor alerted her of an incoming spider: Hobie Brown. He probably would’ve just found the scene amusing, but she didn’t want to push Miguel’s boundaries.

At a moment’s notice, two of the copies glitched out of the air. Her main form went to greet the punk while the other hung back to rub each side of Miguel’s neck soothingly; it was the closest she could give to a calming back rub.

Miguel clamped a hand over his mouth, muffling the leftover giggles that streamed out of his mouth. He was about to ask why she stopped when he heard the door to his office slide open. A warm glow of appreciation swelled in his chest when he heard Lyla help and politely redirect the teen elsewhere. Lyla truly was a good friend, if a touch evil.

Once Hobie was gone, Lyla focused her efforts fully back on Miguel. “You okay, boss? Need me to request anything from the cafeteria?”

“I’m fine…” He grumbled the words into his palm, trying to hide his affection for her. The lack of annoyance in his tone told her everything she needed to know. The tickles helped, whether he would tell her that or not.

“Good. And hey, if you ever need a good giggle again, I’ll always be here~” She teased him, dragging one digitally manicured nail up the back of his neck. The squeak her action received was worth his glare.

“If you don’t stop talking, you’re gonna be filing new medical records all weekend.” Miguel’s growl was hardly up to par with its usual menace, giving him away. He couldn’t help it; having that lee mood dealt with, while quick and embarrassing, put him in a good mood.

“Sure, sure. I’m gonna go scan in the latest mission reports; see ya later, Miggs!” With a knowing smirk, she blipped from the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

That was…fuck. He felt lighter, a small smile tugging at his lips; in the privacy of his office, he let it come. While there was no way in hell he’d ever live it down, he was glad to have someone to help. Even if that someone was an evil little sass queen.

He closed the inciting Tumblr page and got back to work. The thought of later giggles and teasing conversations kept a small, manageably happy grin on his face for the rest of the day. Maybe some secrets were worth sharing.

[lizzy-pop]

𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧.

Ler: Ragatha Lee: Jax(SFW! NOT A SHIP

Summary: Jax put another “surprise“ in Ragatha’s room again, so she thought it was time for some revenge.

A/N: I have never wrote a fanfic before, sorry if this sucks 😭✌️

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Jax had just finished up putting a few centipedes under Ragatha’s pillow, and now he was locking her door and strutting away, whistling. He came across her on his way back to the main stage. “Hey Jax! Where were you?” Ragatha stopped him to ask. “Oh nowhereee just.. giving somebody a lil’ surprise!” Jax grins, causing Ragatha to lift an eyebrow in response. “Okayy.. I’m gonna go to my room for a bit, see you later.” She says before walking off suspiciously.

Moments later, Ragatha’s scream is heard throughout the whole tent as Jax tried to suppress his giggles. “JAX!!!” She screams as she stomps over to Jax, fuming. “Woah, woah, cool yourself, sweetheart!” He smiles cheekily. Ragatha takes a deep breath before glaring daggers at him, “This is the second time you’ve done this! You are so— childish!!” While Ragatha is waving her hands like crazy, she accidentally strokes Jax’s side, making him tense up and squeak quietly. Once she notices she stops waving her hands and a look of concern washes over her. “Jax? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head, “Uh— no, no, you just— nevermind.” He stuttered to finish the sentence, what was he supposed to say? “It just really tickled?” No way! That would be the end of him if he admitted being ticklish. Ragatha squints her eyes and scans Jax for a moment, before gasping and smirking. “Jax, are you ticklish?!” She asks giddily. Jax nearly jumps out of his fur at the question. “I- uh- no!—yes-maybe..?” If he could blush, he’d be cherry red by how embarrassed he was now. “Ohoh, you better run, rabbit.“ Ragatha cracked her knuckles. Jax’s eyes widened as he began to full sprint through the halls “run rabbit, run~“ Jax heard Zooble tease, who had watched the whole thing.

Jax rolled his eyes and eventually slid around a corner, hiding behind a barrel. “Please dont find me, please dont find me,“ Jax whispered to himself over and over. Just as he thought he might get away with it, Ragatha kicked down the barrel infront of him and grins. “cant get away that easy~“ He scoots backward on the ground and puts his hand out, “back, foul beast!!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes and pins Jax down, snickering as he squirmed like a madman under her grip. She was surprisingly strong for a doll, making Jax even more stressed that he couldnt get out when(if~) he wanted to. “Ragatha, rags, pal, gal, bud, we can talk about this!“ He begins to panic and try to pull his arms down. “what is there to talk about?~“ she smirks and holds her free hand on his ribs teasingly, making the poor rabbit shriek and try to shove her off. “nononononono! Uh- I promise never to put c-centiPEDes in your room again!“ He jerks his torso away from her sudden poke to his side, getting a giggle out of Ragatha. “Now we both know you aren’t keeping that promise, Jax.“ He lets out a snicker and rolls his eyes “Ihit’s funny, what can I say?~“ Ragatha glares at him. “You’re not helping your case!“ she squeezes his hip, earning a shriek and a quiet giggle out of him. “D-Doll face, Ihi will kihill you!“ He squirms, barely holding back giggles of suspension. “thats not very nice, bunny~“ Ragatha begins spidering up and down his stomach.

“Nohoho!! I tahake it back, Ragahahahatha!!“ he squeals and giggles uncontrollably. “Wow, Jax. I thought you were 100% ler!“ He attempts to roll his eyes at the tease, but ends up squeezing them shut and going into hysterics when Ragatha begins clawing at his underarms. “EhhehEHEhahha!! Nohoho!! RahAHAGathaHA, not thehERE!“ he kicks as tears of mirth begin to form. “Aww, did I find the rabbits weak spot?~“ she giggles and continues poking and clawing at his underarms. “Not yet.“ Gangle interrupts. “I found out about this a while ago, his tickle spot is the back of his neck. Oh, and he’s enjoying every moment of this. Its not punishment to him.“ Ragatha gasps dramatically, “You like this, bunny?!“ Jax hides his face in his arm, subtly nodding. Gangle smiles, “your welcome, Ragatha.“ she says as she walks away quietly. Ragatha smirks at Jax and pauses her attack, grinning. “Gahangle is a traitohor..“ he accuses, letting out breathy giggles. “Well, now that I know I will 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 tickle you more!“ she smiles and begins to turn him over, gaining acces to his weak spot. “ohoh s[#%]t.“ Jax immediately scrunched up his neck. “Is the big bad bunny afraid of a little bit of tickling?~“ she teases, giggling.

“Shuhut the f[#%]k up and just do ihit.“ Jax commands, aggrovated. “Wow, you want me to tickle you that ba-- ow! Okay, okay!“ Ragatha rolls her eyes “no kicking!“ He snickers under his breath. Ragatha grins and begins tickling the back of Jax’s neck softly but well enought to drive him up the wall. “SohoHOFter is wohohohorse, thIHIhis is eheHEAhaha tohoHOrture!!“ He kicks his feet and shrieks each time she speeds up. “And yet you haven’t told me to stop, even once~” she teases, now beginning to tickle harder and quicker. “EheheEHAhahaHAheh!!! HohOHOly s[#%]t!!” His giggles slowly grow louder and more intense by the minute, when Ragatha suddenly hits a weak spot on his neck, sending a powerful shriek throughout the entire tent. “NOHOHOHO NOT THERE NOT THERE IHIHIHIM GOHONNA DIE!!” He shrieks, laughing like an idiot. “aha! Theres your weak spot!“ Jax begins hiccuping between laughing fits. “OHOHO*ʰⁱᶜ*MY GAHAAHHAHAD!!!“ Jax screams, trying not to accidentally kick Ragtha in the back. “OHOHOHOKAY OKAY, STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEASE!!“ As soon as she hears him say it, she ceases her tickle attack, leaving him greedily gasping for air.

“Thahat was insahane..“ Ragatha giggles, “Yeah, but you liked it~“ She rubs the back of his neck, getting rid of the phantom tickles. “If you’re in a lee mood, come get me~“ She giggles and walks off.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Every Villain's Weakness

Note: I know I mostly write for Marvel, but I really love Gal Gadot and had this idea in my head to write for her! I hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: You are playing the evil villain in a movie with Gal, and your biggest weakness gets exposed.

Word Count: 3003

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You were Gal Gadot’s co-star in a new upcoming movie. The movie was a hot topic, as it was a female protagonist and a female antagonist. You were playing the evil villain, working with a secret team to steal gold and take over the world. However, Gal’s character was a witty detective who takes this investigation into her own hands in hopes of defeating all evil.

Gal was older than you and much more well known, which is why you always felt small and shy around her. It didn’t help that she was almost six feet tall either. You had done multiple scenes with her already and had started to get more comfortable around her. However, there were plenty of times where you’d stutter, laugh, or just blank when you did scenes with her. It was a mix of being nervous and taken aback at her flawless beauty. You knew her face well, but each time it seemed to get more and more gorgeous.

Currently you were on break getting your makeup redone for the next scene. You were chatting with your stylist when Gal sauntered in, already ready for the next scene. 

“Are you ready for the next scene? It’s an interesting one,” Gal said, smiling as her beautiful accent surrounded every word she spoke.

You took the script out and skimmed over the next scene. It was the first main battle against the hero and villain. Ultimately in the end of this scene, the villain gets away and continues her scheming with her team in their hidden lair.

“Ah good, even the scriptwriters know I always win, acting or not,” you said with a smirk.

“Is that so? You already know how the movie ends,” Gal said, now moving closer to your chair.

“Maybe I’ll convince them to change the ending to be more realistic,” you replied, as your stylist now began using the makeup brush to blend in the rest of your makeup. 

You couldn’t help but squirm when the brush went over your neck, letting out a soft snort and giggles. Your stylist just chuckled, used to this reaction.

“Oh? What’s this?” Gal said while smirking.

“Nohohothihing,” you giggled out, silently cursing in your head, knowing that your stylist was dragging it out to embarrass you. 

“Awww are you ticklish?” Gal asked, as you refused to make eye contact with her.

“Nohohoho Ihihim nohohot,” you giggled.

“Oh really?” She asked, gently placing her hand on the back of your neck and giving you several squeezes.

You squealed with giggles, scrunching up and shutting your eyes.

“Gahahal stohohohohop,” you squealed, quickly getting up and moving away.

“Who’s the winner now?” Gal asked, chuckling at your reaction.

“Me,” you said, trying to pull her down onto the couch where you sat to tickle her back. You had no idea if she was ticklish or not, but this was a good opportunity to find out. However, your plan backfired, as she grabbed both of your wrists and pinned you to the couch. In a flash, she began to squeeze up and down your sides, using the perfect amount of pressure to have you screaming with laughter.

“GAL STAHAHAHAP YOU AHAHAHASS,” you shouted, trying to push her hands away.

“Now is that any way to talk to your fellow coworker?” Gal asked with a grin.

You nodded your head, knowing that she was gonna torture you more. However, you were saved by the director, as she announced that it was time to film the next scene. 

You laid there panting, as Gal let you up.

“Better hope that makeup doesn’t run from you sweating,” Gal teased, poking your tummy. You flinched and let out a huff before getting up to go film. 

“Oh and by the way. It’s cute that you’re ticklish,” Gal said with a wink, before heading out the door. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks warm as a smile spread across your face. You did your best to compose yourself before going to film, but it wasn’t easy.

Throughout your next few scenes, Gal would sneak in little pokes and squeezes whenever she could, especially when you broke character and laughed. She would add on to it by tickling you to pieces just to embarrass you even more. 

The next scene was an interrogation scene, towards the end of the movie. In this scene, Gal’s character interrogates you to get the information about their whole scheme and eventually leads to the final battle. You were looking over the script, grimacing at the method of torture. You knew they weren’t going to actually use real electrodes, but the thought of it made you shudder. 

“You know what I think we should do instead in this scene?” Gal asked suddenly, entering in her outfit for the scene. She was wearing a red dress underneath her detective coat. 

“What?” You asked.

She leaned down to whisper in your ear softly, “I should tickle you.”

You pursed your lips to contain the squeal that was about to escape your mouth. You shook your head, unable to speak. The thought of it was too much. Especially in the outfits the two of you were going to be wearing. 

“Aww what, you don’t like that?” Gal asked teasingly, running a finger down your spine. You jerked away from her, as she giggled at your reaction. 

“Wait right here, I’ve got something to take care of,” Gal said, throwing another evil smirk your way.

You let out a huff of frustration, tongue tied every time you were around her. It also didn’t help that she knew an embarrassing secret of yours. 

She came back a few minutes later, telling you it was time to film the scene. When you got out to the filming area, the scene looked different than what you expected. The table was still in the middle, but there were no electrodes or any scary looking things to be found. There was just a small little chest that was sealed, so you didn’t know what was inside. 

“Don’t worry, all the lines are the same. I just convinced the director to make this scene easier for you,” Gal said, looking directly in your eyes but showing no sign of teasing or joking.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused at the sudden change.

“You’ll see. You won’t even have to act, I promise,” Gal said, as you saw the corners of her mouth twitch.

Your eyes widened with realization, knowing exactly what she meant.

“You really told the director to use tickling during the interrogation scene?!?” You asked Gal in disbelief. 

Gal let out a fake evil laugh before breaking down into hysterical giggles. 

“I wanted the scene to be with more laughter rather than painful screaming. And besides, this gives me a chance to test things out,” Gal said with yet another smirk.

“What do you mean test things out? And stop smirking, it’s so annoying,” you huffed, not really meaning it.

“Oh you’ll see,” she said, before walking towards the table.

The scene starts with your character being trapped and tied on the table. Gal’s character has finally captured the villain and wants answers. However, like any good villain, you weren’t giving away information for free or without a fight.

“You ready to get tickled to pieces?” Gal asked, smirking as she tied you to the table. 

“I hate you,” you said back, purposely slipping your wrist out of the ties.

“You want the scene to start early?” Gal asked, running her nails over your stomach, making you yelp and immediately behave. 

“This isn’t fairrrr,” you whined, now completely tied in an eagle spread position. 

“Aaaaand action!” The director yelled, as you quickly got into character.

Gal approached the table, walking slowly in her heels.

“Well well well, seems like you haven’t learned your lesson,” Gal said.

“You let me go this instant,” you growled, glowering at her.

“Not before you tell me about your little team of scheming snakes,” Gal hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, adding in a slight voice crack to show your character’s nervousness. However, you were naturally nervous for what was coming. And maybe slightly excited.

“You want to play the hard way or the easy way?” Gal asked with a rare serious expression.

“Hard ball. All the way,” you growled, pulling at the ties.

“Oh you’re not going anywhere, little one,” Gal said, going off script and adding in the nickname. You tried your hardest to not blush, hoping the camera wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Try me,” you said.

Gal took her detective coat off, revealing a gorgeous red dress. Almost as red as your face was. Your character’s outfit was sleeveless, which left your armpits wide open. You silently cursed in your head at whoever designed this outfit. 

Gal stood at the end of the table, staring you down. “Are you gonna talk? I’ll give you one last chance.”

“Go fuck yourself!” You shouted back, as your character was meant to be mouthy and stubborn.

“Very well then,” Gal said, raking her nails up and down your feet.

“Waiaiait stahahahap nohohot thahahahat,” you giggled out, struggling to remember your lines at this point. You decided to just hold out as long as possible, as that was the main idea of the scene until the cue came to give in.

“Every villain’s weakness huh,” Gal said.

“Anythihihing buhuhut thahahat,” you giggled, as your feet tried to swat her hands.

“I’ve got your number ~,” Gal said teasingly, now tickling your feet with full force scribbles. You were caught off guard since you were basically winging it at this point, which caused you to squeal and scream with laughter.

“NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES,” you shouted.

“That’s the point. To make you laugh until you can’t stand it any longer.”

You continued laughing and enduring the torture, until Gal went into her second ask.

“Are you ready to talk?” She asked, slowing her fingers.

“Nehehver!” You shouted, out of breath from laughing. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Gal said with a wink, while moving up towards your upper body. 

“Now where else are you ticklish?” Gal asked, as you knew this wasn’t part of the script but for her personal gain.

“Up my ass,” you spat back.

“Hmm, is that here?” Gal asked, clawing away at your ribs as you arched your back before going into full blown laughter.

“NOHOT THEHEHERE STAHAHAHAP,” you cried out, wondering how she was so good at tickling. 

“You better talk. Who are you working with. I need names,” Gal said, digging in between your ribs and making you squeak.

“NOHOHOHO ONE NOW LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHO,” you shouted, struggling to get the words out.

“Don’t lie,” Gal said with an angry tone to her voice, now spidering over your tummy. 

“IHIHI PLEHEHEAD THE FIHIHIFTH,” you screamed.

“I’m not letting you go until you spill,” Gal threatened, walking over to the top end of the table.

You looked up to see her grinning down at you. 

“How are you holding up?” She asked, breaking character to let you know this wasn’t part of it.

“You are such an asshole,” you huffed, feeling super vulnerable at the moment. She was near one of your worst spots and you knew she was gonna test it out. 

“Sorry but this is way better than electrodes. Plus I can take notes on all your spots and use it for the future,” Gal said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“You know I can do the same and get revenge? I have fingers too you know,” you said sarcastically.

“I’ll be fine,” Gal responded confidently, as you rolled your eyes.

“Are you air ticklish?” Gal asked, wiggling her fingers inches above your exposed armpits. 

You burst out into giggles, trying to pull away from her fingers.

“Stahahahap gehehehet awahahahay,” you giggled.

“Oh my gosh this is so cute. Quick get the cameras rolling so this can go in the blooper reel,” Gal said, continuing to torture you and embarass you even out of character. After she spent a few minutes teasing you, you guys were back to filming.

“You will talk, whether you want to or not,” Gal said, slowly pacing back and forth. 

“I will escape. And once I do, I’ll return to my…” you paused, as your character was supposed to slip up but catch herself. 

“You’ll return to your what?” Gal asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“N-nothing,” you said, embracing yourself for the next round of tickles.

“Spill,” Gal said raking her nails all over your armpits.

“NEHEHEHEVER AHAHAHHAHA,” you laughed out, hating how ticklish you were.

“You sure are ticklish for an evil powerful villain,” Gal teased, as you blushed in embarrassment. 

“I think I’m gonna have to step it up,” Gal commented, walking over to the small chest in her heels. 

“What are you gonna do to me?” You asked with deliberate fear in your voice. You lifted your head up slightly, not sure of what to expect. Your eyes widened when you saw Gal take two electric toothbrushes out of the chest, holding them up for you to see. A smirk took over her face, ready to feast on your ticklish body. 

“You want to play the hard way? Oh you’ll get the hard way,” Gal said, turning them both on and running them over your feet.

It tickled so much to the point where you couldn’t even get any words out. All you could do was scream with laughter and squirm to the best of your abilities. 

“Not so mouthy now huh?” Gal said as you continued to struggle.

“Better get talking ~~,” Gal sang in a high pitched teasy voice. 

“OHOHOKAY IHIHILL TAHAHAHALK,” you shouted.

“Go on,” she said, throwing in a smirk to frustrate you.

“Ha, you really thought you’d get the satisfaction of winning huh? You will never defeat me, even with your childish tactics,” you said, gritting your teeth.

“Childish tactics? They seem to be getting you pretty well,” Gal said.

“You’ll never be good enough to defeat me,” you growled, attempting to escape the ropes.

“You sure about that?” Gal asked, sticking the electric toothbrush into your belly button. 

“GAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP,” you screamed bucking against the sensation. She left it there to torture you for a bit, before moving it to your hip bones. One toothbrush for each hip. This made you lose it. You didn’t care if your character was supposed to hold out longer. You couldn’t stand how much it tickled and had to tap out.

“STAHAHAHAP IHIHI GIHIHIVE PLEHEHEHEASE,” you pleaded, desperately squirming against your restraints for any opportunity to escape.

“Oh do we have a weak spot?” Gal asked, knowing the obvious truth.

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHILL SPIHIHILL JUHUST STAHAHAHAP,” you cried out.

“Speak,” Gal demanded, temporarily stopping. 

After catching your breath, you began to speak.

“I work for Group 9, a secret team that has a whole database to track when places are unguarded and who we have to take out in order to be successful. We have a secret lair where everything is kept hidden. They have a tracker on me to see where I am and I can see where they are in relation to where I am,” you explained, still trying to process the torture you just went through.

“Very well. I have all the info I need,” Gal said, finding the tracker and taking it. 

“And cut!” The director shouted, as you laid there in disbelief of what you had experienced. What you thought was only a dream turned into a reality. However, you would never say that to anyone. 

“Dreams really do come true huh,” Gal said, smiling at you.

“Just let me up you jerk,” you huffed.

“Ah ah ah what was that? Remember you’re still tied,” Gal said, turning on the toothbrush and putting it inches away from your hips.

“NO PLEASE! I’VE HAD ENOUGH AHAHAHAHAHA,” you laughed as she gave you one last round of torture.

“Alright you’ve had enough,” Gal said, letting you up.

“Finally.”

“Just know that I can use this even if it’s not a scene. If you’re a brat just know you’ll get wrecked,” Gal said, smirking at the reddening of your cheeks. 

“Just wait until we do a movie where you’re the villain,” you said back, seeing the slightest flash of fear before it disappeared on Gal’s face.

“Sorry that’s not happening,” Gal said.

“You’re just scared of being tickled,” you said, pushing to find out.

“Even if I am, you’re still way worse,” Gal said.

“Deflecting again are we,” you said, now smirking yourself.

“Careful or I’ll have you tied again,” Gal said with a tone of warning. 

“But then again, I always have you tongue tied, so in a way you’re always tied around me,” Gal said, smirking as you turned to hide your blush.

“Don’t worry, you’ll only be tied for things you like. Tickles and me,” Gal reassured you. Your mouth flew open, as you covered it to keep in your squeal. 

“You’re adorable,” Gal said, pinching your side to make you yelp.

“I am not,” you denied in annoyance.

“Come on, let’s go get lunch so you won’t be Miss Grumpy Pants for the next scene,” Gal said, giggling as your face lit up at the mention of food.

The two of you went out for lunch together, talking and bonding more now that you got over the hump of embarrassment. She made sure to get you good and catch you off for the best reactions. However, you didn’t mind despite how embarrassing it was. Especially in public. 

The two of you finished the movie strong, filming many action-packed scenes together. However, the interrogation scene would always be your favorite. You thought to yourself about how lucky you were to be acting with your absolute favorite actress. Despite the fact that she would always tease and frustrate you with her smirks, you had such a strong bond with her that you would cherish forever. 

[yellowelectroslime]

I would love to see some headcanons for a Ler Velvette & Carmilla Carmine, these gals deserve more love!

[notes: YES I AGREE THEY DO DESERVE SM MORE, I honestly love their designs they’re soooo coool!!! ALSO IM SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE  (｡•́︿•̀｡) I hope you enjoy my headcanons]

Velvette:

EVILLLL shes honestly so mean D:

Her main victims include Vox and Valentino (mostly Vox)

Tickles them as “punishment” when they don’t listen to exactly what she says

she has videos of her wrecking them on her phone to use as black mail (she would never actually post them cuz it would ruin their reputation but Vox and Valentino think that she would)

Told Vox that if she ever found that he deleted the videos on her phone she would wreck him for an hour straight (she’s bluffing she doesn’t have the time)

The type of ler who would absolutely be merciless

Aims straight for the death spot of her victims and is mean while doing so

Exploits her greatest advantage against her co-workers, her sharp acrylic nails. An absolute killer for both of the guys.

Can be really teasing if she wants to be, if she’s in the mood she would very VERY slowly work her way to her lee’s death spot while building anticipation

She uses teases on her lees, they’re not really flustering but it does the job :C

Realistically, 6/10 ler shes just rlly mean D: (she’s only soft on Vox and valentino tho)

Carmilla:

She’s a mom, she’s WELL EXPERIENCED in the art of tickling others

Long flexible fingers, absolute killer

Can be mean, but is usually very soft D:

Teases you in Spanish, very effective

awww, ¿te estás riendo tanto solo por esto?

¿Es este un mal lugar para ti?~

Soft tickler but mean teaser

Some how, no matter who she’s tickling, she always manages to tickle and fluster them beyond belief

Her lees are always giggling even 5 minutes after she stopped her onslaught of tickles (she managed to get Alastor in this state once, he tried to get her back but it didn’t work, he got tickled again)

Prefers to tickle her victims in private to keep her reputation professional

Her main victims are her 2 daughters, both when they were alive and in hell :C

Sometimes she would tickle her fellow overlords (mainly alastor when he was being a shiithead before he disappeared for 7 years)

Is one of the biggest lers out of all the overlords, second to the one and only Rosie

Overall: 10/10 ler super nice but she somehow manages to get you flustered beyond belief

[partickleaccelerator]

I NEED to tickle the Statue Of Liberty. The big green gal in New York City. Lady Liberty may actually like it. Like really really like it. A ticklee if you will. Haha she would have to change her name to Statue of LEEberty LOL. Tickle tickle don't drop your torch!! She'd be tickled bronze/brown...you know copper colored (instead of tickled pink) her underarms and tummy and The Feet would be tickled so much the patina would come off! Big green feet in stocks. Omg what if she was a ler or switch? Statue of LERberty. Instead of a torch she would be holding a big FLUFFY feather!!!! Sheeeesh! I'd love to be Tickled by The Statue of LERberty. Imagine it...arriving in New York by boat and finally seeing the Statue of Liberty up close but instead of her standing tall she's squirming and colored a mix of green and bronze and people are Tickling her. Oh god imagine arriving in NY harbor in the USA and getting TICKLED by Lady LERberty like hello welcome to America. Statue of LEEberty blushing from T&T (teases & tickles). Ahh oh instead of a FEATHER she could be holding a wand. A magic wand! Gigglegasms 4 all!!

This is literally the funniest ask I have ever received. No notes. Perfection. @twordish @sweetlyticklish I know this was one of your doing.

[articskele]

Dude I think your oc is giving me brainrot because I had a dream where Artic was in a cave and the Once-ler was all curled up looking sad and scared so Artic went up to him and cuddled him. (The reason why he was scared was because he was cursed to turn into a shadow creature. So as he was transforming Artic was just holding him. Also Artic sounded british?? I have no idea what your HC voice for her is but she sounded like Rose Tyler from Doctor who in my dream.)

OUGHGHGHHH I'm having so many thoughts about this-

Right off the bat the concept of a cursed shadowy Onceler reminds me of these posts!!

And caves!! In the valley!! I had already been thinking about em bc of the concept art, something about the valley at night just says "there's a cave behind that waterfall" to me lol

The Onceler running away, maybe because he didn't want Artic to get hurt, maybe because he feared what would happen if she saw him like this.

Maybe, just for a moment, he flinches as Artic reaches for him. Because no matter how badly he wants comfort, he can't help but worry if this curse is contagious or if he'll grow spikes or something.

But once she holds his face in her hands and pulls him in for a hug, the poor man just clings to her the entire time. The steady sound of her heartbeat giving him something to focus on…

There’s this scene of her just. Holding the Onceler so so gently asking if it hurts and it breaks my HEART. THEY'RE SO IN LOVE YOUR HONOR

Artic getting up to take off her wings and set them aside, and he panics a little like "Don't- Don't go" but she reassures him that she's not going anywhere.

I still love you, yknow. No matter what happens, no matter how you look by the end of this... You're still the boy I fell in love with.

RAAAAAAAUGH

I can only imagine what the transformation must feel like. The crickle crackle of bones beneath dark fur. The inexplicable feeling of light fading inside him. Forever standing in the shade, just cold enough to prickle at your skin. Left cold and hollow save for bright yellow eyes, longing for the sunlight.

Maybe his freckles turned white or glow in the dark, something something not all the light is gone, not all hope is lost because someone was there for him.

Maybe he can't be in the sunlight for very long, which is devastating for the guy, but Artic makes a little umbrella contraption for him ouo

And that could be one of the reasons he went to a cave! The light was giving him a really bad headache and he needed to get somewhere darker

And she makes him specialized gloves to help him play the guitar with those hand paws!

Also Artic nuzzling his chest bc he's soft and fuzzy -u-

Woe, british Artic be upon ye aksfjdf- I looked up some clips of that gal and she sounds nice! Canonically Artic just has my irl voice ouo

[chalterdh22]

Day 27: Wade/Deadpool and Francis/Ajax in “Non-Human Parts” for Augtickletober2024

Summary:  This takes place in DP 1, in an alternate universe, where Wade’s powers come from another type of torture.  I know this part of the movie is super dark, but this is just meant to be silly.  I don’t know why I always loved their dynamics.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing and allusions to torturing and violence, all in Deadpool variations though!  Ler: Robot/M Lee: M

Wade had been experimented on, tortured for a few weeks now, with nothing happening to his mutations.  As great of an attitude as he had, he really was wondering if this would ever work on him, or would he die trying.

He was laying on his bed, strapped down, with no one to talk to right now.  Right on cue walks in Ajax, or as Wade found out, Francis.

“Hey Franny!  How’s it hanging?  See any good movies lately?”  Wade started with his usual goal of just annoying the crap out of him.  What was funny is the Ajax actually was taking a liking to this bantering.  He didn’t have feelings after his mutation, but yet, he was weirdly drawn to Wade’s personality.

“Oh, Wade, Wade, Wade.  What are we going to do with you?  Can’t very well throw you off a cliff now, can we?”

“Well, maybe my super powers will be flying!”

“Or maybe there’s just a secret button hiding somewhere that I have to press ever so slightly to get you to cooperate!  Now what do you think about that?”

“Ah, Fran, you ask so nicely, how can a gal like me resist?  Press away!”  Wade mocked back, liking that Ajax actually had a small smile on his face.

“What like here maybe?” Ajax pointed his finger at Wade’s side and pressed as a joke, but literally, since Wade had been nothing but painfully tortured for weeks, it was like his senses weren’t used to any softer touches and he jumped.  “A little bit jumpy, are we?”

“Why, no, good and faithful executioner, we aren’t!”  Wade mocked back.  Just as quickly as Ajax said that he pressed again in his stomach area, and this time Wade did jolt.  “Wh-what are you doing there, ole buddy?  Aren’t you going to rough house with me first?”

“Why no, actually.  See, earlier today, as I was thinking of new ways to make your life miserable, it hit me.”

“Ouch.”

“I can’t make your life miserable!  You tolerate pain too well.  So, what’s the opposite of pain?”

“Long, awkward hugs on a beach?”

Ajax leaned in close to Wade’s ear, and whispered, “No, something, a little more tickly.”  This sent chills down Wade’s neck and Ajax picked up on the fact he had goosebumps all over now.  “But here’s the thing.  I don’t want to hear you run your mouth anymore.”  As he said this, he gagged Wade’s mouth.

Wade was making mumbling sounds through the gag.  “What’s that?  Sorry, I should begin our next round to see if this can get your mutation to wake up.”

Right as said this, he rolled a machine, with all the long prongs sticking out of it.  They weren’t like needles, and not as big as probes.  “See this?  I call her Belle.  Belle here is going to take over now while I go eat some lunch.”  He pressed a button, and it started to hum. 

It scanned Wade’s entire body and these long attachments started to reach out.  One of hovering over his stomach, one on each side on his rib cage, and one on each foot.  He was sweating, and super confused on actually what was going to happen, although he had a pretty good idea.

Then Ajax hit another button, and the machine came to life and started pressing and vibrating mildly along each body part.  Wade let out a huge scream, and gasp.  He felt like his heart was going to explode.  He shut his eyes tightly and tried to hold his breath, but the machine was gently buzzing around his belly button, up and down his ribs and in between his toes. 

He felt like he was dying!  No way would his mutation change because of tickling!  That would be so embarrassing, he’d rather go back to having cancer!

“Hmmmmmmmm, hmsdanfnkanfashlfndslanl!!!!”   Just when he would slightly squirm away, getting a short relief, the stupid machine found its way to a different spot.  He didn’t know how long he could take this!  He couldn’t breathe or think.  Just shoot him in the head, he thought would be better than this.

The arms that were in his toes, moved slowly up and down his arches.  It was maddening.  He would curl his toes, but it didn’t even matter.  Then the one on his belly button, moved to one of his hip crevasses and pushed a little hard.  It was like it was reading his thoughts! 

He was going beyond mad now!  He couldn’t laugh, his eyes were tear stained although nothing more was coming out, his mouth was dry and couldn’t take in a good, deep breath.  It felt like hours, and then, blackness.

Wade slowly was opening his eyes, and nothing was in his mouth anymore.  He was still tied down, but nothing was touching him.

“How’s my little soldier feeling now?”  Ajax asked looking over him.  He put a hand out to his arm and Wade jumped again, but this time, busted through his restraints like they were made of paper.  “Hey, well, look at that!  We found your mutation!”

Wade was now sitting up on the table in his gown, looking at his hands in disbelief.  “What, what the….”  And he stopped and looked right at Ajax, with hate in his eyes.  Wade hopped off the table and started walking towards him.

“Now, now buddy.  See, look what we made you into.  You should be thanking me!”  Wade grabbed him by the neck and slammed him on the ground.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, Wade leaned in to Ajax’s ear and whispered, “Thanks Francis!”  Wade got up and walked out, winking at him as he left.

“See you on the flip side, my love!”

The end.

[gaybananabread]

Hi!! I saw you had the last day of tickletober available, and I feel like it would be really cute with ler Dipper and lee Pacifica. (Can be platonic or romantic. I ship them but you don’t need to in the fic if you don’t want to) 💖 Maybe they’re having a tickle fight and Dipper ends up winning, and since she’s not used to them he makes sure she’s all good afterwards and gets her water and maybe ask is she wants a hug or if she wants to watch a movie. 💖

TickleTober Day 31 - Aftercare

~WHOOO it's been a month! This is such a perfect way to finish it up; a nice, fluffy fic for one of my oldest fandoms. I ship them, too, and I chose a little pre-relationship pining vibe for it. I mostly followed the prompt, though I kinda just had Dipper do all the wrecking. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy Halloween everyone!~

(Sorry this got posted on the 1st, I fell asleep writing it last night😭)

Lee: Pacifica

Ler: Dipper

Summary: Pacifica is hanging out at the Mystery Shack with Dipper. After a simple card game takes a silly turn, the two realize how amazing physical touch is. Especially from each other…

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“Dipper, come on! This is- It's so childish!” Pacifica practically screeched the words as she ran around her side of the table, mirroring Dipper’s movements.

They were supposed to be playing one of her favorite card games, “Gossip Gals,” but one of the questions had been a little too flustering for the girl. So Dipper, like any rational teenage boy, decided to attack her for information.

“Just tell me if you're ticklish or not! I'm gonna find out either way!” He laughed as he tried to reach her, circling the table between them. The card game had seemed silly at first, but after that question, Dipper couldn’t find any complaints.

“No you’re not!” Trying out a risky move, Pacifica jumped up onto the Pines’ kitchen table and attempted to jump over Dipper. She’d underestimated how far she had to jump, however, landing directly on Dipper. Instead of bracing himself, he wrapped his arms around the girl as they tumbled to the ground.

Nobody hit their head, and Dipper emerged victorious; he had his arms around the blonde’s waist, securing her.

“Dipper! You little brat, let me go!” Pacifica glared daggers at the boy, trying to squash any and all giddiness from her tone. She was about to get tickled, no doubt. She could barely remember the last time that had happened; maybe a nanny had done it? Whatever the case, it had been a while.

“Nope. Not until I find out,” he grinned, placing his hands on her sides. Usually, he’d be a flustered, blushing mess. The game had somehow given him a boost of confidence, which he was milking for all it was worth. “You can either tell me, or I test it myself.”

“I don’t know!” The words came out a lot more shrill than she had intended. The girl cleared her throat before speaking again. “I-it’s been a while, okay? I don’t remember.”

“Oh.” The boy paused for a moment, letting that sink in. Pacifica’s parents were terrible; they’d probably never done that to her before. Heck, they probably hadn’t even hugged her in a few months. He had to show her. “Guess I’ll test it then.”

"What?! That’s not what- GYEEhehehehe! Dihippeheher!” Pacifica cut herself off when she felt him squeeze her sides, squirming against his chest. A buzzy feeling danced under her skin, making it impossible for her to hold still. It rooted itself deep in her stomach, a giddy smile stretching across her cheeks.

The most embarrassing part? She’d liked it.

Pacifica couldn’t remember if she’d liked it before, but then again, she could hardly remember ever being tickled before at all. While they made her squirm and squeak, the fluttering buzzes of the tickles made her feel so light and happy.

“Wow, you are ticklish, aren’t you?” Dipper’s sudden surge of confidence shriveled at the sound of her merry laugh, giving way to fluster and affection. He loved her giggles; they were so loud and pitchy. Compared to her typically-perfect facade, they were like a diamond in a pile of ashy coal: bold, different, and enticing.

“N-nohoho duhuhuh!” The girl managed to sass him through her giggles, weakly batting at his hands. She was giving herself away. Dipper knew how hard she could fight when she wanted to get away; the little smacks were barely even a fraction of that intensity.

“Shut up,” Dipper huffed affectionately, moving his hands up to her ribs. That got a nice reaction; the girl immediately shrieked, clamping her arms to her sides for protection. Unfortunately for her, she‘d trapped his hands against the sensitive bones; he had no intention of leaving them there without action.

“Dihippeheher, dohon't! Ihihi’ll- GYAAAHAHAHA! OHO GOHOHOD! DIHIHIHIPPER!”

Pacifica arched her back as the intense sensation flooded her nervous system, eyes squeezing shut. She…she was really that ticklish? How could she forget that?!

“D-IHIHIHIPPEHER, PLEHEHEASE!” The girl's laughter was borderline frantic at that point, her mind a swirling mess of shock, stimulation, and a touch of curiosity.

Scared of overwhelming her, Dipper quickly put a stop to his tickling, pulling his hands back when Pacifica’s elbows released them. “A-are you okay,? Did I go too far? Do you want some water or a snack or something?”

Pacifica just spent a moment giggling, trying to get her head on straight. That had been…a lot. She’d definitely liked it, but she’d never felt so overwhelmed before. It completely consumed her thoughts…which, to be honest, was kind of nice. She didn’t have to think about her actions or how perfect she seemed; she could just laugh.

“I-Ihi’m okay, dummy. Even if you did try to kill me.” Pacifica made sure to be dramatic about everything, huffing and crossing her arms. When he met her eyes, however, he saw a genuine happiness in them.

Dipper wanted to ask if she’d liked it, but he could barely answer that question himself; his cheeks burned at the thought of actually asking out loud. There was something else on his mind, too…

“Do you wanna…watch a movie on the couch? O-or something? It’s fine if you don’t, I just-”

“Yeah, I’d like that. Don’t have a heart attack over it, you nerd.” She gave his shoulder a little shove, then used it to help herself to her feet. Dipper scrambled after her, feeling his face burn for almost no reason. Being flustered was the worst...but he also loved it around her.

Pacifica settled herself down in the middle of the couch, forcing Dipper to make one of the most difficult decisions of his teenage life: sit right next to her, or a respectful distance away?

She made that decision for him.

“Ugh, get over here. It’s not rocket science, nerd.” Pacifica rolled her eyes and scooted over, patting the spot right next to her.

It’s not because I like him or anything. I just…don’t wanna be cold. Yeah. It’s cold.

With a burning blush on his cheeks, Dipper settled in next to her. He blindly put a movie on, barely registering the screen as his mind raced with varying thoughts of “ohmygodohmygodohmyGOD!”

It turns out he’d picked The Princess Bride. Dipper had seen the film a thousand times, so the familiar voices of the characters and memorized scenes calmed his mind, actually returning a bit of his confidence. Dipper tuned in to the little voice of his crush in his head, relaxing next to her. He even did the awkward yawn-hug thing, stretching his arm across her shoulders.

Pacifica’s breath hitched at the contact, her brows shooting up as she glanced over at him. Where did that confidence – as cliche as it was – come from? Well, alright then…

As if she was challenging him to back off, the blonde leaned against him, lying her head on his chest. To her surprise, she felt his hand hesitantly settle on her head. He gently scratched her scalp, testing the waters.

The action had started off spiteful, but…well, she wasn’t complaining. Dipper’s touch felt nice, and the warmth of his chest was actually pretty comforting. Letting out a little sigh, she closed her eyes and let herself fully relax against him.

Dipper was dying inside, his face burning as he tried to keep all his screaming internal. He’d suspected that he might have been developing a crush on the Northwest, but…yeah. There was no dying it anymore. He let himself peek at her face, a smile tugging at his lips.

I’m so glad I asked that question…

[ticklishtickler64]

So in honor of our 1 year snapstreak 🎉'm makling this appreciation post for @happydayz101.

Words cannot express how awesome this little gal is. I never expected to meet one of my best friends in a community like this, but here we are. 🥰 What can I say about how much i love our friendship, and appreciate the time we spend together. While I love our talks, and watching movies, I would be lying if I didnt love how much of a tease she is. 🤭 This cutie is capable of being the most rutheless ler, while also the cutest, masochistic lee. She deserves all the tickles in the world as well as all the hand teases (If you want to fluster her, hint hint)😏

All in all, the only thing I hate about our friendship is the distance that sepertates us. Hopefully one day we will finally be able to meet. Love you bestie!❤️

[helluvaluvfics]

I feel like jax needs to be wrecked :3 may you please write a ler pomni fic with her teasing the crap out of him and getting revenge mwuahaha

you make a great point.... let us destroy that lil jerk

Not That Easy

Ler!Pomni Lee!Jax

Pomni didn't know what was worse, the fact that she just got absolutely wrecked to oblivion, or that Jax of all people, now knows one of her deepest secrets.

"i swear i am going to get his a@#" she squeaked through her teeth as she walked back to her room, practically dragging limbs down the dreadful hallway.

Upon reaching the door just barely, the jester immediately plopped herself haphazardly onto her bed, face down. She sighed and turned over, looking at the stripes on the curtain cover above.

Pomni wasn't much of a "revenge" kind of gal, but after this? man she could do with some of it. Although she hated to admit it, she did have fun, but that was the worst part. Jax knew everything about everyone, and ever since pomni got here, he's been poking and prodding at her business to see what makes her tick, and she's had about enough.

"oh jinglessss~"

a familiar annoying voice rang through pomnis head-

Jax

almost immidiatly upon hearing his presence, the jester shot up with her eyes full of nervous energy.

"not this time" Pomni spoke aloud.

with great determination, the jester lept out of bed and hurried to the corner of the room, hiding completely from the rabits sight, right behind her stack of letter blocks.

"aw come on out now, you know you want too!" he sang again, making pomnis stomach drop.

she had to think, what to do..

a knock hit her door and it slid open. Pomni cursed herself for being so tired she forgot to shut it. Suddenly, upon hearing his careful entry, an idea crept into the girls head.

"I'll find you either way poms, there's no use hiding-"

almost immediately, the jester readied herself to give Jax what he deserved, and swiftly jumped onto his back, wrangling him to the floor.

"gotcha!" she sang, mater-of-factly.

"wh-what the..Pomni?"

the shorter girl smiled ear to ear, seemingly mimicking jaxs' signature shit eating grin.

"it's your turn"

"wait wh-"

Pomni went in for the kill, attacking Jax left to right on each of his sides just like he did to her.

"how do you like that now hm~?"

Jax was immediately in tatters, rolling left to right as much as he could with the jester right over him.

she switched from his sides to his neck, sometimes hitting both at once. her techniques varied, she would speed up and then slow down, and other times she would mimick jaxs' technique of just going to town.

Jax squirmed in her grasp, eyes shut from his eruptious laughter.

"I learnt from the best don't you know?~" Pomni teased,

"Noho fahahair!" he spat through his attempts at an escape, but to no avail.

Pomni had to admit it was rather charming to see Jax in such a position after all the teasing and pranking he did to everyone to appear so high and mighty.

she snickered along with the rabbit, it was hard not to when he looked like he was enjoying himself.

"I dunno jax- looks to me like you like it"

jaxs' face turned 5 different shades of red in outward denial, but inner understanding.

"I doho- nahahat!!"

"oh yes you do" she sing-songed to him, cooing like a mother to a child.

Eventually Jax succumbed to his fate as Pomni continued to scribble on jaxs' never ending torso, drawing lines in the fur that tufted at his chest.

the poor rabbit was laughing himself silly and almost "forgetting" to fight back it seemed.

but he was actually just enjoying it.

at the sight before her, Pomni thought he had enough and let up, standing up and moving to his side.

Jax let himself go limp as the ghostly tickles escaped him, this is the weakest Pomni had seen him.

"don't die on me now" the jester joked, looking at Jax with a calming expression

"I'll try,," he squeaked out, smiling sweetly.

"no..you won't try!! you do!!"

pomni rather liked this. she liked that she was bonding innocently with one of her new friends. She felt herself adjusting to the environment more and more everyday, and she liked how comfortable she felt

the jester offered a hand to Jax and sat him up against the edge of her bed.

"truce?" the rabbit spoke after he caught his breath.

"truce"

but in reality, they both knew it would continue.