#ler!spot has my heart i think

[woollymutt]

little man is in for a treat I think 🥰

tickletober day 1: anticipation! i had like seven different ideas for this piece and this is the one i settled on :] i’m not entirely happy with it but i think it’s silly so eat up atsv nation

[dannystheone]

Sacrificing Mysterion (Lee Mysterion/ Ler Goth Kids)

Guys this idea took over my brain all of a sudden so now you have to deal with it

I was watching the Cthulu episode with the Goth kids in the alley with Mysterion and I was like how have I not had this idea before-

but anyway :))

I hope you guys enjoy! Take this as kind of a Halloween fic as well while I get a real Halloween fic prepared

WARNINGS: Cursing, smoking, talks of death, talks of torture, talks of sacrifice/acts of sacrifice, chanting, pinning

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

The Goth Kids are on a mission to sacrifice Mysterion to Cthulu, as they are now Cthulu's minions. But they can't kill him, so what else can they do?

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A lit cigarette was the only illumination in the darkly themed bedroom, smoke unfurling from its smoldering tip. Micheal brought the cigarette to his lips and took a hit, sighing afterward and shaking his curls in irritation. After the failed assassination attempt on Mysterion in the alleyway with the other cultists, the Goth Kids were in a creative rut on how to serve their new master.

They agreed collectively that the only reason why the world still sucked even when Cthulu was on a rampage killing all the hippies and conformists was because Mysterion didn't stay dead as their sacrifice. Now, back in Henrietta's bedroom, the group racked their brains on sacrificing him once more and ensuring it worked this time.

"Maybe he's too much of a brainwashed wannabe to be a proper sacrifice. I mean his brains gotta be mush from all the trashy pop they listen to on the radio. A proper sacrifice has to have some sort of brain, right? It would make sense." Micheal thought out loud as he brought his cigarette away from his lips. Pete shook his head, his hair swaying away from his face.

"Nah, even if you're a carbon copy straight out of Mattel with all the other Barbie's and Ken's in the world, you should stay dead when you're stabbed in the chest. Maybe he got lucky and the cultist missed his heart or something. Unless the conformists really are just made up of plastics and Botox now. Maybe there wasn't a heart to stab." Pete suggested. Henrietta pulled her cigarette away from her lips, sighing out the smoke in her chest as she flipped through the Necronomicon.

"God, there's nothing in here about a proper human sacrifice. This book is fucking useless." Henrietta shut the book with a thump and pushed it to the side with her foot, her hair especially wild with being so frazzled. She was excited about a new dark beginning this world being served by Cthulu could bring, but everything was still frustratingly the same.

"Nothing on Reddit or Wikipedia? That's where you usually go." Firkle asked. He was also looking forward to a new beginning, wondering how things would be where no one would make fun of him for anything anymore.

Henrietta shook her head. "No, there's nothing. I'm starting to think Cthulu doesn't even want a sacrifice. You would think if he did he'd give us some fucking instructions."

"It feels like whatever God you wanna listen to, they're always vague and non-committal. Maybe it's something we're too mortal to not understand." Pete said aloud. The others were inclined to agree.

"If I weren't so pissed off right now, I'd say that's goth as fuck, Pete." Henrietta commented, trying to make some sense of her hair with one hand.

"Maybe if we tire Mysterion out first and then try to kill him? I don't know, maybe he has regenerative powers." Firkle suggested. Micheal rubbed his eyebrow as a headache was starting to form in that spot.

"Firkle, he's not an actual superhero. He's just a stupid backwoods poser wearing a costume with his boxers on the outside of his pants. I'm surprised it's a clean pair and it doesn't have a skidmark on it-"

"How do I fight him."

A deep voice spoke from behind the group. The Goth Kids turned around in sync to see Mysterion knelt in Henrietta's open bedroom window. It was a rainy night tonight, lightning cracking and illuminating the room for a brief moment.

Micheal raised an eyebrow at Mysterion despite his cool entrance.

"Oh joy, it's underwear boy again. Get out of here poser, you ruined our chances at finally getting true darkness and true pain in this world. Instead we're still living in this gay conformist fantasyland." Micheal waved Mysterion away as the anti-hero landed in Henrietta's bedroom and tossed his cape to the side.

"Tell me how to defeat him. Now. That God of yours stole my friends away. They're in real danger because of you. Tell me, now. There's no time to waste." Mysterion demanded. The Goth Kids all exchanged glances with one another, silently considering it. Slowly, small grins of agreeance bloomed on their faces as they understood a silent plan.

Henrietta stood up from her spot on the floor, tapping her cigarette in the ashtray. She walked up to Mysterion and put a hand on her hip.

"Alright dork, listen. We'll tell you how to defeat Cthulu. And you can believe us because we have this-" Henrietta walked over to the Necronomicon and kicked the book onto its front so the cover showed its title. Mysterion's eyes followed and understood. "All you have to do is be a sacrifice for us to Cthulu. And you can defeat him afterward." Henrietta explained. Mysterion's eyes narrowed behind his mask at that.

"How can you want me to be a sacrifice to someone I'm trying to take down? Doesn't that defeat the whole purpose? And I can't die, that's why I'm alive from the alleyway when you assholes stuck that knife in my chest. Doesn't seem like worthy sacrifice material to me." Mysterion said gruffly. Firkle smiled confidently at that. Micheal stood up now next to Henrietta, the rest of the Goth Kids following suit.

"Cthulu is the source of all subconscious anxiety for all of mankind. You don't necessarily have to die, we just need your feelings of anxiety to be sacrificed in the name of the Old One. Besides, if this sacrifice doesn't work again by the time you're going and trying to save your friends, then we'll know it's a crock. Either way, we both get what we want. We get confirmation, and possibly the result we want, and you get an answer." Micheal explained. Henrietta looked at Micheal inquisitively.

"How did you know all of that?" She asked. Micheal shrugged.

"I did some reading too. Apparently Wikipedia did have what we were looking for." He replied.

Mysterion's fists locked tightly. Every second ticked closer and closer to his friends possibly meeting a horrible fate down in the city of R'lyeh where he had last left them. He had no time to waste, and if he weren't so outnumbered he would have just stolen the book for the answers. He had to comply this time. Mysterion closed his eyes and took a breath, centering himself.

"Okay, I'll do it. Tell me what I have to do."

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After some deliberating about how to extract Mysterion's feelings of anxiety without getting blood on the carpet and making Henrietta's parents upset, the Goth Kids had Mysterion set up on Henrietta's sacrificial carpet. A five-pointed star was imprinted on the material. Candles were lit and music with ominous tones set the mood.

Mysterion was laid out with each Goth Kid sitting on a respective limb, Pete and Firkle taking his legs and Micheal and Henrietta taking his arms. It didn't look very ceremonial with them sitting on him like this, but Mysterion's heart was already beating in this setup despite the fact. He tried to keep a level head.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." Pete chanted the sacred text from the Necronomicon. Mysterion looked from side to side, getting more and more tense about this.

"What does that mean? What you're saying." Mysterion craned his neck up and asked when Pete was done. Pete flipped his hair out of his eyes and set the book down.

"'In his house at��R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.' It basically means that even though he's trapped in R'lyeh, he will eventually return. Which he has. Let's just hope this sacrifice works so we can make his return worth it." Pete said with an annoyed tone.

"Can you just make it quick? My friends are waiting for me in another dimension with only me to save them." Mysterion said heroically. The Goth Kids collectively rolled their eyes at that.

"Yeah sure Captain Mysteri-Suck, we'll speed this up for you." Pete groaned as he settled into position on Mysterion's leg and prepped his fingers.

Mysterion tugged each limb, not liking how secure he was in this position. But he supposed that was the entire point. To be anxious and uncomfortable. He had some give with the limb Firkle was sitting on because of how light he was, but that was made up for by the rest of the group on him. He just hoped his hands and feet wouldn't be numb by the end of this.

"So, what will you do? Stab me again? Carve sigils into me?" Mysterion asked. Micheal blew out the smoke in his chest with a huff.

"Pfft- No, genius. What do you think we're fucking sadists? We're just gonna do this-" Henrietta and Micheal put down their cigarettes and immediately dove right in. Fingers started scribbling and wiggling into Mysterion's open ribs and armpits, their fingers sliding over his costume easily.

Mysterion being taken by surprise by this tactic was an understatement. His eyes widened, surprised laughter escaping his chest at his regular pitched voice before it took everything in him to pitch his laughter down to Mysterion's tone of voice.

"Hahahaha! Wh-whahat thehe fuhuhuck?! St-Stohohop!" The anti-hero's eyes squinted behind his mask in his laughter as Henrietta winced at the sound. Her black acrylics scratched and raked against Mysterion's ribs, a method that seemed to already be driving him up the wall.

"Euch- I think I would have rather carved sigils into myself than hear your childlike laughter barf into my ears. It's like I'm in a live studio audience for the Disney Channel. Spare me." Henrietta rolled her eyes at Mysterion's laughter and kept up her unenthused tickling.

Mysterion pulled at his limbs as a reflex, his arms and legs jerking and tensing in an attempt to free himself. Micheal's long artist fingers spidered down to Mysterion's side and started squishing there, causing the anti-hero to jump and belt out his laughter.

"G-Gehehet ohohohoff! Gehehet ohohohoff nohohohoo!! Dohohohon't dohohoho thihihis!!" Mysterion was finding it extremely challenging to keep his voice pitched to Mysterion's deep tone of voice, especially since his laughter was very much forced and spontaneous.

"Oh wow, should we listen to the sacrifice and actually stop you guys? What do you think? Do you want to help your friends or not, buttmunch?" Micheal groaned and used all five fingers in Mysterion's side to claw it, causing a squeal out of the tough hero that definitely was not Mysterion-pitched.

"I mean, it sounds like you did your friends a favor. They're down in R'lyeh, the Nightmare Corpse-City. They're so stupid lucky. I'd give anything to trade places with them." Pete said aloud. He decided it was his turn to get into the mix, but he hated that he had Mysterion's leg to work with. He decided to just start squishing around Mysterion's knee, which worked tremendously in his favor anyway. Mysterion already started kicking and pulling away from him.

"NOHO-hohoho!! I hahahave tohohoho sahahahave thehehem!! Buhuhuhut thihihihis fuhuhuhucking suhuhuhucks!!" Mysterion shouted, battling his own voice for control on pitching his tone back down to its deep register. He twisted and bucked his hips, trying to get free by any means, even for just a second.

"Well yeah, you didn't think subconscious anxiety was going to come easily, did you? I swear, brainwashed jocks never use their heads. It's why they're all braindead mindless sheep." Henrietta mused. Her fingers made their way into Mysterion's armpit, her acrylics sliding back and forth in the hollow which was killer.

"Stahahahap!! Dohohon't gohohohoho in thehehere!! Gehehet ahahaha-ohohout!" Mysterion pleaded with Henrietta, which was exactly why she kept her fingers exactly where they were and kept scratching in his armpit.

"You can't possibly believe that you're the victim here. We have to listen to your incessant boyish laughter that's making my eardrums puke blood while we put our hands on you with your underwear outside of your pants. If anything, we're the ones making the sacrifice." Micheal commented, his right hand staying at Mysterion's side scratching and his other hand reaching to his stomach and spidering all over it. Mysterion bucked his hips at this and threw his head back in laughter.

"Ahahahaha!! Plehehehease plehehehease!! Ahahahat leheheheast mahahake ihihihit eheheheasier!! Thihihihis ihihihihis ahahahahass!!" Mysterion begged, not liking to have to stoop so low as to plead with the people torturing him, but he had no other choice. Being killed hundreds of different times in hundreds of different ways, he's done that. But this was something else entirely.

"Your laughing makes me want to barf." Firkle said simply, his small fingers crawling underneath Mysterion's knee and scribbling in the hollow. Mysterion squealed and started pulling on that leg in particular.

"I don't get you dime-a-dozen conformist losers. You beg us for our help and then we give to you and then you ask us to stop? Typical Normies. Real life takes real sacrifice. Not your bleached blonde fake spray tan Hollywood prop fake fantasy world you live in." Henrietta used acrylic-covered nails to scribble and scratch over all the surface area she could reach on her side, from Mysterion's armpit to the middle of his stomach.

Mysterion started belting out laughter; his previous attempts at trying to pitch down his laughs were tossed out the window. His laugh came across high and clear like a bell chime, filling the room with its presence. Mysterion bucked his hips in an attempt to get the prying fingers off, in his armpits all the way down to his knees and everything in between. This had to be the strangest thing he's ever done for his friends. Hell, the strangest thing he's ever done period.

"Nohohoho nohoho I'm sahahaha-!! I'm sohohorry!! I-hehehehee!! I dihihihidn't mehehehean ihihihit lihihihihike thahahat!!" Mysterion's eyes were screwed shut as his laughter kept climbing to new octaves rather than the opposite that he desperately wanted.

"How long until you think the sacrifice is fulfilled? Should we make him laugh until he's dead? He said he can come back." Pete suggested, squishing his hands up and down Mysterion's thigh but avoiding getting too high up for obvious reasons. Mysterion shook his head vigorously at this idea.

"Dohohohohon't nohohohoho!! I'll dihihihihihie!!" Mysterion shouted, his lips stretched back to show little canines in his mouth. Micheal noticed this and was secretly jealous. He'd always wanted something like that. It made him press his fingers into Mysterion's tummy harder to tickle him more.

"Well no shit, genius. God... it's kinda the whole idea of a sacrifice." Pete deferred the decision to Micheal and Henrietta as he focused on squishing and squeezing Mysterion's thigh. The material that his costume was made out of made it easy to slide his fingers up and down.

"Buhuhuhuhut I mehehehean- I mehehehean I'll dihihihie lihihihike- Gohohohod stohohohohop!! Lihihihike I'll dihihihihie!!" Mysterion tried pleading his case in a not-very-convincing way. The Goth Kids all looked around at each other while their tickling continued to see if anyone could make sense of his words.

"He's starting to go crazy already. He's speaking gibberish." Firkle determined. Both of his small hands were under Mysterion's knee now, scratching over the synthetic material.

"Ohohoo cohohome ohohohohon!!" Mysterion whined. His chest and belly were already starting to hurt, as well as his joints from the pulling. He was starting to think that maybe getting killed was a good option here, but then he'd be leaving without the book, which he couldn't have.

"Sacrifices don't get a say in how they're sacrificed. The Mayans and Aztecs can tell you that. On the bright side, you've graduated from annoying trash conformist to useful sacrifice. Consider yourself lucky." Micheal shrugged and spidered some long fingers over Mysterion's belly button, to which Mysterion could say nothing to and just laughed. His cheeks were starting to ache from smiling.

"I-hehehehee!! I tahahahahap!! Gahahame ohohohover!! Uhuhuhuncle!! Whahahatever you wahahahant buhuhuhut plehehehease!! Mehehehercy!!" Mysterion squirmed and twisted underneath the Goth Kids, to which they decided maybe that was enough.

"He does look anxious, I guess. And I'm getting anxiety from all of your happy-go-lucky giggling." Henrietta groaned.

"Really? I'm getting heartburn. Yeah, I guess it worked." Micheal agreed. The Goth Kids all started getting off of Mysterion's limbs; Mysterion laying on the carpet and breathing in copious amounts of oxygen for a moment.

"Here's the Necronomicon, Wonder Boy. Just bring it back to school when you're done with it. And I swear to Satan if there's any tears or stains on it when you give it back to me- well, I think that'd make it look more Goth but don't make it look gross, I guess." Henrietta picked the book up and put it at Mysterion's side as he was getting up, clutching his side.

"I-huhh- I'm.." Mysterion took a second to bring his voice down to its deep register, but his voice was clearly strained. The Goth Kids all returned to their usual positions around Henrietta's room and looked at the anti-hero collect himself.

"Th-Thank you, for your help. I'm going to help my friends with this," Mysterion said, gesturing with the book.

"May we never cross paths again, 'cause this fucking sucked." Mysterion tucked the book away in a mysterious pocket and vanished out of Henrietta's window into the night.

"...So what should we do with the rest of our night?" Pete asked.

[thebest-medicine]

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Prompt 70 - “Wait, not there - anywhere but there!”

Prompt 55 - “Please, I’ll do whatever you want!”

A/N: these went well together with the way I took this story so… combined them! enjoy some lee!midoriya ler!Bakugo cuteness ;)

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“Wait! No! Not there!” Izuku gasped, power pulsing along his body as his quirk started to activate in a flustered panic. His legs shifted back and forth, side to side, trying to squirm his way out from under the weight of- “Kacchan! Please! A-Anywhere but there!” He didn’t push back fully yet, not with OFA at least. Conflicted but nervous, he tried reason.

“Ha, no chance! If that’s how you’re gonna be.. It’s this spot. All day. You’re not getting out of this.” Bakugo smirked down at him, wrestling his arms off to one side.

He brought one hand back down to menace the air above Izuku’s hip.

“Mmmnnn—” Izuku whimpered, trying to think, biting his lip anxiously. “Please! I’ll—” His eyes darted, taking everything in. “I’ll do whatever you want!”

“Begging, already?” Bakugo snickered. “Sounds good to me. You know how much I love it when you beg. Maybe that’s what I want.”

Izuku let out a whining cry, resigning himself to the inevitable upcoming tickling. He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his heels into the carpet.

“Really? Nothing to say now?” Katsuki leaned in close, whispering smugly. “Out here putting on a whole show, begging and crying! And then you’re just gonna give up and let me tickle the crap out of you without a fight?” He scratched two fingers along Izuku’s hip bone, drawing a startled gasp of a laugh. “You dork.” Bakugo scolded affectionately. “You like this, don’t you?”

Midoriya shook his head, almost frantic. “N-No! I—” A little anticipatory giggle slipped out. “I- heheh- I don’t! Nohot whehehen you- hee! Ahaha not thehehere!”

Bakugo watched him with a hungry affection. He pinched at Izuku’s hip gently just to watch his body jolt each time. “Just this little, stupid spot.” He observed softly.

“NohohoHOHO! KacchahahaHAHAN!” Izuku squealed, scrunching his face into his shoulder just before where Katsuki has both of his arms pinned.

“No?! Still on that, huh? Okay. How about this little spot instead?” Bakugo teased, and Midoriya almost sighed in relief before he felt the fingers reappear on his opposite hip and repeat the motion.

“PleheheHEHEASE!” Deku cried.

“Well, which is it? This spot? Or the other side?” Bakugo asked, quickly switching between each of his hips and sending Izuku into a swirling panic of loud laughter.

“Or what about…” Bakugo began. “Both at once!” He shouted, dropping his hold on Izuku. Izuku flailed under him, clawing to get away unsuccessfully— though if he put his power into it, it wouldn’t be hard at all. Through his squirming and Katsuki’s determined fingers, all Midoriya managed to do was roll onto his stomach. Bakugo grinned, then reached forward to squeeze both hips at once.

Izuku screamed into the carpet, kicking and trying to push away or protect himself with his arms. He was uncoordinated jelly in this state, though —exactly the point to which Katsuki liked to get him.

“YEEHEEHEEEE PLEHEHEHEHEEASE! AAHHH! KAAAAACCHAN!” Izuku shrieked through his laughter.

“I’ll stop when I get sick of hearing you laugh.”

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[blushy-tigerrr]

story time with tiger!

so, as you know from my post earlier, i was blessed to be able to spend the past six days with @applesyaboi :3 it has truly been the time of my life getting to hang out with this lovely human for so long, and as i’m writing this post while waiting in the airport to fly back home, i already miss him so much.

the whole story is under the cut if you’re interested in reading, but before we get into that, we did make content :3 but i will be waiting to share them as a celebration for reaching 400 followers as i am only 10 away from that amazing milestone!

anyway, here’s the story <3

let’s start at the beginning: may 30th. apples and i had been chatting and becoming very close friends for about a month when we really started talking about the idea of us meeting up and spending some time together. we had talked about it in a hypothetical sense a bunch, but this was when the actual planning happened. we both determined that august would be the best month, and we then decided on august 8th-13th! it worked out really nicely with my job and him moving into his own apartment a little bit before then. shortly after that, i bought my ticket on june 8th.

and then the waiting began.

let me tell you, that was the roughest part, second only to having to leave today. i went through some really tough stuff during that waiting period, and apples was constantly there as a support system for me through anything and everything. that made me all the more excited to get to see him and thank him in person for how much he had done for me.

after a very long 60 days of waiting, the day finally came. i got to the airport ridiculously early in the morning and boarded my plane with little issue. luckily for me, apples was awake when i was on the plane waiting to take off, so we got to chat for a little the morning of! and it was mostly just “AHHH OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!!!” messages hehe

once my plane landed, i got my bag and waited at the exit for him to pick me up. once i saw his car pull up, my heart dropped in the best way. when i saw his face through the car window, my heart started pounding and i almost was scared to move, but this silly goose made a little beckoning motion to me and i broke out of that easily. when we hugged for the first time, i felt all of my stress melt out of my body completely. he gives some of the best hugs ever <3 and that was just the first of many

we were both a little nervous still on our drive to his place, but the nerves dissipated pretty quickly. we got to his apartment, i got to meet his cat, and then we laid down to snuggle for a bit. we were snuggled with the intent on taking a nap, but i’m sure no one is surprised to know that’s not what happened right away. he had his hand on my side and asked if i minded if he tickled me a little bit, and i told him i didn’t mind of course. he was so sweet and gentle and showered me with compliments the entire time. he’s very good at making me feel beautiful and loved and also very good at tickling oh my god he’s so teasy and constantly got me so flustered

then, because i’m a switchy little shit, i asked him the same question. he said it was okay, and guys. for as teasy of a ler as apples is, he is also soooo ticklish!! he’s super squirmy and flinchy, and his giggles are some of the cutest that i’ve ever heard <3 he told me a while ago he had never been tickled before, so i did my best to be very gentle and careful with not pushing it too far by checking in and making sure he was still having fun and was okay. he did the very same thing for me, and i greatly appreciated it.

we also tried out a few tools while i was there! none of them worked on him (scam) except for the pursonic, but that only worked in one spot for him. for me, though? that thing is the devil. it tickles so badly in just about every spot you can think of. i think apples is just broken lol <3 we also tried feathers and makeup brushes which were suuuuper effective on spots like my ears and neck and behind the knee (mean), but all of that was incredibly fun!

of course, that’s not all we did in those six days although it was majority. we also went out for food a few times, went to a sports game, and went on multiple walks around the area. however, i think the only thing we may have done more than tickle each other was snuggle together. and that? was so nice. like i said before, he made me feel so comfortable so quickly, and because of that, we were able to be so snuggly the entire time which i know we were both very grateful for.

as i’m sitting at my gate writing this all out, it’s really sinking in how much fun this all was for me and how lovely it was to have a break from regular life for a while. it was definitely very needed for both of us. apples, thank you so so much for having me these past six days. you’ve truly made me happier and more relaxed than i’ve been in an incredibly long time. it’s been so lovely to get to laugh with you and snuggle with you and just be around you for this time. thank you for being so sweet and loving and kind and understanding, and thank you for being one of the best friends that i have ever had in my entire life. i love you so so much /p <3

[magicaltickles]

See bc I originally wasn't planning on this howmstever, a certain two individuals convinced me of others SO love and deepspace tickle hcs enjoy 🥰

Dorks all of them (including mc) <3 okay hcs now promise

🪶 Sylus 🪶

- doesn't admit he's ticklish. will never admit he's ticklish. that being said-

- since he has some scars n stuffs from his ahem 'accidents', he's come to learn that they are actually very sensitive to light touches. at first didn't mind when you crawled into his lap to trace the lines and dots left from his tussles, but then your beautifully soft hands touched his skin and his life flashed before his eyes as he found himself having to suppress his reactions

- speaking of reactions, it takes a lot to get much out him. he's supposed to be the big scary boss, a few tickles can't be enough to take him down. his laugh is more like a deep chuckle and soft snickers

- you had to recruit Luke and Kieran once to lure Sylus into a tough spot and then you took charge to wreck him. he only forgave you after you kept your word on a promise to wash dishes for the next two weeks (he told the chef to take two weeks off and cooked for you as much as he could <3)

- ruthless ler most times. loves to chase you around the house, following you into rooms and under beds to wreck your shit

- sometimes he's soft tho, like when you're in bed. since he's a night owl and you aren't, he'll sometimes give you soft tickles to get you to sleep instead of staying up with him. will take that time to shower you in praise. his pretty crow<3

👾 Xavier 👾

- space man, hasn't been tickled in so long bc of his circumstances nor tickled anyone else. he almost forgot it was a thing, had he not seen others do it

- he's pretty ticklish himself, and has no trouble admitting it. he'll indulge in a tickle fight every so often with you if he's up to it

- most often tickles you when you guys are sparring. he'll make it his mission to pin you down and tickle you until you say he wins

- and if you manage to pin him first? expect him to squeeze your sides and thighs until he can flip you two over and give you the tickling you deserve<3

- he does it a lot as a way to cheer you up and get you to rest after fighting wanderers

- he wants his favorite person happy and relaxed as much as he can help it and is so super sweet about it

🐟 Rafayel 🐟

- is canonically the most ticklish one out of the gang. we even tease his about it a bit and it's absolutely adorable

- has canonically ticklish palms which makes my brain go brr bc he's an artist with ticklish palms and sometimes he won't think before absentmindedly running a brush over his palms for various reasons and tickling himself bc of it and LET ME GET MY HANDS ON THIS MAN PLS PLS PLS

- rafa is so playful and cute pls. constant tickle fights for any and all reasons

- bratty? tickles. won't look at his paintings? tickles. late to a meet up? tickles. forgot to call/text him back? tickles.

- and it goes both ways too, you can find any and all reasons to wreck his ass

- tbh, he's the love interest I can imagine being in the community if ykyk. he'd be a ler-leaning switch with big lee moods when he gets them. other than that, he's a big, playful tickle monster

- omg omg cute idea came to head he'd have you sit and tell you to start painting and then stand behind you and tickle you the whole time until you're both covered in paint and the canvas is filled with random lines and swirls bc it's all you could get down and fuhdhdnsn GOD THIS FISH MAN

- he makes the switch mood go dudhudbdushdn

❄️ Zayne ❄️

- baby zayne, the doctor of all doctor's stOP SACRIFICING YOURSELF TO SAVE US TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF PLS I LOVE YOU

- he's a heart doctor but that won't stop him from giving you, his favorite patient, an examination. which includes *that* part where he lightly presses on your tummy. he'll act like he has no idea what you're talking about

- cold hands syndrome. ends up tickling you slightly anytime he touches you as a result, or at least makes you jump

- he finds it amusing, loving to pretend he has no idea why you jump or squeak.

- loves to tease you for it tho, he'll lean in and whisper how cute you are and stuff

- will fluster you with his words ages before even laying a hand on you. zayne has an extensive vocabulary, and uses it well

- counts anything he can possibly count, using the excuse that he has to as your primary care physician

- this one isn't tickle themed, but I love the idea of him making it snow for you any and everywhere just bc he knows it makes you smile

[minnielvrr]

Oooh I just had an idea for Switch!Leeknow and Switch!Felix. They’re at NY fashion week right? What if after the show they’re relaxing in the hotel and Felix offers LK a massage but also sneaks in tickles for fun. But of course LK has to get Felix back and it turns into a sweet tickle fight. Idk if you like my idea but if you wanna turn it into something go for it, but you don’t have to.

After Party

Lees: Felix, Minho Lers: Minho, Felix Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: this idea inspired me so much🤭thank you for the request anon!!🤗💞

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

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

"Hyungie you were SO nervous and tense today. Your body must be aching," Felix sympathized, cuddling up to the curled figure in the middle of the bed.

They had both showered and were ready to sleep, but the day had been an eventful one and Felix knew he’d have to help the older (and himself) lose a few more joules of energy before they’d actually feel tired.

Minho’s eyes were wide and glassy as he stared blankly at the wall, and Felix found the sight before him endlessly adorable. Over the years, a little of Minho's tsundere nature had leaked into his real persona.

That meant he got shy and flustered much more easily whenever he got a compliment or was teased. And tonight, Lix was craving a glimpse of that side.

He wanted to see Minho red and teary, wanted to have the older squirming and begging Lix to stop through his sweet, unrestrained laughter.

With that vivid image in mind, the younger gently eased Lino back so he was lying with his back to the mattress. The older blinked up in confusion but didn’t resist.

“Let me give you a nice, relaxing massage hyungie.” He told him, scooting down and taking ahold of Minho’s feet. Lix began, working his magic on Lino’s tired soles.

The older sighed and relaxed almost immediately, all but melting into the mattress. “Thanks, Lix,” he said softly, his eyes slipping shut in bliss.

Felix smiled, working diligently until he felt a sudden twitch. Minho didn’t seem to think too much of it, lying still. It made the Aussie smirk in delight, hiding his ulterior motives under his curtain of long hair.

He pressed at the spot, staying there as Minho’s foot jerked and wiggled and the kitten finally opened his eyes to glare at the younger. “Don’t.”

“Now that’s no way to talk to your dongsaeng hyungie~” He teased, rubbing quickly at the spot to have Minho squirming. “What are you trying to do?”

“I'm going to massage you aaaall over hyungie. Don't worry, I won't miss a spot.” He assured and Minho flushed at his words, flopping down and bringing the blanket over his head.

Lix cooed, dragging his nails in slow, deliberate strokes along the sensitive sides of Lino’s feet.

Minho’s foot jolted, little bursts of giggles escaping as he peeked from over the blanket at the way Felix smiled then quickly raked his fingers down his soles once, laughing meanly at how it made Minho squeal.

“Boohohokkie plehehease!! Ihihit’s soHOHO baHAHAHAd!!”

"You really are named perfectly aren't you hyung? LEE Minho suits you well, you were practically destined to be so helplessly sensitive. So ticklish and so adorably shy at the best of times. I'm honestly surprised we don't tickle you more often.”

As he talked Felix started scribbling over the arches, watching in amusement at how it made poor Minho buck and squeal and fist the blanket tightly.

“Lihihihix nohoho!! Ihim tihehehred!! AH-NONONO! shihiHIHIHIHIhit!!”

“Oh? Is this place extra ticklish hyungie?” Felix teased, noticing that Minho seemed to avoid the word.

He scratched under the toes, loving the way it got Minho howling with laughter, kicking out desperately through the sensations.

He tested the area, switching form slow, lazy strokes and quick, insistent motions, observing each reaction it earned.

“NahahahahaHAHAHA! PLEHEASE!! Ihi cahaHAhan’t thehere! GOHODS FELIX!!!”

The kitten was thrown into hysterical cackles at the faster tickles and his laughter would lighten up and get giddier at the slower ones.

It was beautiful…and a little funny.

Then Lix crawled up the bed, gently pulling the blanket aside. Minho’s ears had turned pink, his lips unable to fight off the wide smile that was formed. With a grin, the younger latched his hands onto the kitten’s lower sides.

He kneaded the spot vigorously and laughed along with him as Minho fell apart slowly but surely.

“AHHH SHIT! Lihihixie plehehehHEASE!! ihihi cahAHAN’T TAHAKE IHIT ANYHYHYMOHORE!!”

“Gosh I can’t believe someone this ticklish exists. Even just this,” Lix wiggled a finger in the older’s belly,” can have you so defenseless.”

Felix’s smile was pure evil as he alternated between spots, the feather flying all over Minho’s torso while his free hand ran chaotically all over the Minho’s thighs and hips and belly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEAHEASE!”

Reality was even better than Felix imagined it. Minho’s eyes were twinkling with mirth, tears slipping down his red cheeks and his lips were pulled back, leaving his bunny teeth on full display.

Broken pleas fell from his mouth in strings and Felix stopped to give the kitten a chance to breathe, stroking his hair gently as the older gasped through his residual giggles.

Felix’s heart swelled in fondness and he leaned forward to plant a tender kiss onto Minho’s forehead, smiling when the older pushed him away shyly.

Felix’s laughter finally subsided as Minho caught his breath, gleaming eyes turning to the younger. Before Felix could protest, Minho swiftly flipped them over and pinned him down.

“Your turn!” Felix heard in a whisper near his ear before Minho flashed a cocky smirk at him and rolled them over, pinning Felix to the bed.

The kitten smirked, "You do realize that applies to you too, right LEE Yongbokkie? Aren't you even *more ‘*sensitive’ than I am?"

“C'mon you can say the word hyung, TICKLE. It's TICKLING that we're doing now and what I did to you a few seconds ago.”

“Shut up!” Minho’s hands descended on the chick’s sides, Lix yelping when he was given a few prods to

“Remind me again, which of us can't handle this even a little bit?” The moment Felix parted his lips to answer, Minho's fingers swooped down, vibrating into the Aussie's abs. Lix shrieked, his hands snapping down to grapple with Minho's but he wasn't nearly strong enough.

“Not so cocky now are you baby? You really thought I wouldn’t get you back for that little stunt you pulled hm?”

Each word brought with it more and more laughter from Felix, his head thrown back as he squealed and giggled and twisted under the never-ending attacks.

The sounds were bright and bubbly, and Minho loved how Felix looked, writhing and laughing his head off. ”Hyuhung! Hyuhuhuhung plehease!! youHUHU knohow ihi wahaHAHAS JUHUST TEHEHEASING!!”

“Do you know what my favorite move is to use on you? I have one for everyone…and yours, are feathers!” Minho exclaimed, pulling out a feather from his jacket pocket.

Felix’s eyes widened as he saw the feather, but before he could protest, Minho’s hands were already moving again, and this time, he knew there would be no escape.

“W-why? How? Wha—ahehehehe hyuhuhungie nohoHOHO!!” His stutters were cut off by peals of laughter when Minho fluttered the soft feather over his neck while one hand still squeezed and scribbled relentlessly at his waist.

His sounds grew more urgent, rising in pitch and then disappearing altogether. Then it would come back louder, breathier and more frantic. Just the way Minho loved it.

He was normally much gentler with the Aussie, treating Lix like his baby but he knew that Lix liked rough tickles a whole lot more on certain days. Today seemed to be one of those times.

So why not humor him?

“FUHUHUHUCK! HYUHUHUNG, CHAHANGE—CHAHAHAHAHANGE SPOHOTS!! PLEASE OHO MY GAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww change spots? Not stop? You really like this don’t you?”

“YOUHUHU WOHOHON’T STOHAHAHAHA EHEHEVEN IHIF IHIHIHI TOLD YOUHU!!” Lix protested through wild cackles.

“That’s true.”

“MEHEHEHEANIHIHIE!” Lix bucked and arched and jerked away, finding no reprieve when the older’s hands seamlessly followed his every movement.

The poor boy was hysterical, twisting and squirming as the unbearable took over every nerve on his skin, sending lightning shocks of tickles racing to his brain.

His face and neck were so red and his lashes were wet with tears. Minho went on for a few more moments before stopping, flopping down next to the giggly puddle on the ruffled sheets.

He spooned the little one closer, fluttering light kisses over his freckles as Lixie scrunched his face bashfully. “Stoooop~” He whines, half-heartedly, nuzzling his face in Minho’s chest to escape.

It wasn’t long before the two were quietly snoring away, snuggled close together, with Minho’s hands wrapped protectively over Lixie.

[gaybananabread]

Could we have some radioapple tickle hcs pls? <3

(Can be platonic or romantic!)

🍎Alastor & Lucifer Tkl Headcanons📻

~Of course! I’ve been looking for an excuse to write some Hazbin stuff, so I’m more than happy to get these disaster-dads in. I’m gonna do their individual hcs first, then the pairing ones at the bottom. Hopefully these aren’t too OOC. Thank you for requesting!~

🦌Alastor📻

General:

I think we can all agree this asshole loves a good tickling, though the direction depends on who’s around him.

Only certain people are allowed to touch him normally, much less tickle him.

Still, I’d say he’s a lee-leaning switch. He just masks his moods when they’re “inconvenient.”

Lee:

He gets into lee moods more often than he’ll ever willingly admit.

Actually acknowledging and dealing with them, however, is a whole different story.

Whenever he’s stuck somewhere with his regular acquaintances, he’ll just suck it up and try to stifle any reactions. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to slip away and hide somewhere to wait it out.

When he does actually deal with them, however, he practically gives himself up to the ler.

Only Rosie, Mimzy on a good day, and occasionally Lucifer are allowed to tickle him without much asking. Everyone else has to have explicit permission, and are severely limited in what they can do.

When it’s one of those three, Al becomes a wriggly, kicking, squirmy mess of a demon. He definitely cannot hold still while being tickled.

For anyone he’s not really that close to, they can only really go for his sides or palms without being murdered afterwards.

If you get him good enough, some high-pitched bugles and bleats could slip into his laughter.

His worst spots are his hips and ribs. He loses it when you go for either; you’ll get a lot of adorable deer noises.

His melt spots are his ears for sure. His smile gets all dreamy and relaxed; if you’re lucky, you may even get a few little bleats or some purring here and there.

Ler:

Run for the fucking hills, my friend.

He’s an evil bastard of a ler for sure. If you’ve pissed him off a certain way (or just seem like you need a good tickling), he’ll make you scream.

Now, while cruel, the deer man is no hypocrite; if you seriously don’t like or want to be tickled, he’ll stop. Maybe not apologize, but he certainly won’t try it again unless you specifically ask.

If you do ask, expect no mercy.

He’ll use his shadow tentacles to tickle the living (or dead) shit out of you.

Though he may not always listen right away, I’d recommend setting up a safeword with him. That way, he’ll know when you’re seriously done.

Teases very sarcastically, but he’s always serious when he compliments your smile.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all that laughter, my dear.”

“Oh my, that is quite the bad spot, isn’t it? How about I send a little friend or two to give it some love?”

“You have a lovely smile, dear! So wide and cheerful; you’ve just got to show it off more!”

“You’re always so sour-faced. Maybe we should make these little attacks more frequent, hmm?”

Despite all this, he can be decent with aftercare. If he’s really comfy with you, you’ll get head pats and maybe some cuddles.

If not, he’ll send his shadow over to snuggle with you. It’s not really the same, but you can feel the hugs it gives. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll let you have some of his mother’s famous jambalaya.

🍎Lucifer🎪

General:

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t love being tickled.

Like, there’s a way to laugh his heart out and drown out all his negative thoughts? Man is more than down.

On the flip side, he can’t help but enjoy the giddy panic on someone’s face when his fingers wiggle into their sides. It’s a great way to take them down a peg without doing any harm (Charlie approves).

For that, I’d say he’s a 50-50 switch.

Lee:

He’s got different reactions around different people, depending on how well he knows them.

If he doesn’t know you all that well, he’s gonna try to hide his reactions: pushing you away, biting back giggles, acting like he hates it.

If you’re close? Completely different story.

He’ll crumble at the first sign of wiggling fingers, a big ol’ smile dominating his features. He can’t help it; the thought of getting tickled by someone who cares makes him so giddy.

If he’s really lost in laughter, his wings might pop out. It’s adorable, and it gives you a lovely new spot to attack~

His lee moods are about as rare as drug dealers in hell.

Pretty obvious, too; random giggle fits, staring at others’ hands, and giddy blushes are plentiful.

When he gets into them, Luci can actually ask for help sometimes. Sure, it’s flustered and stuttery, but it gets the message across.

His worst spots are his wingpits - all six of them. Even light scribbling there will send him into near hysterics.

His melt spot - and favorite spot - is his belly. The widest, giddiest smile forms if you gently tickle him there. Go for long enough, and he might even doze off.

Ler:

He’s such a loving menace of a ler, no argument.

He’ll take things slow, but you’re gonna get the hell teased out of you, no question.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Does it tickle? I’m barely getting started!”

“Snorts already? Man, this really tickles, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve gotta be the cutest thing in all of hell! I mean, listen to those giggles!”

“I’ve gotta refer you to Charlie. This level of adorableness could warm the coldest of hearts~”

“Not there, huh? Then how about here? Or here? You’ve really gotta be more specific.”

You KNOW this man would use his wings against you. Sneaky hugs, followed by some feathery fun~

His ler moods are frequent and fierce. If nobody asks him within a few hours, he’ll just attack the first lee who gives him semi-probable cause.

Even though he’s a bit of a meanie, he’s a saint with aftercare.

This man loves post-tickle cuddles; what’s better than curling up with a snuggly, giggly lee? He gives great back-rubs, and I think he could make a mean grilled cheese.

❤️Paired💛

We can all agree that Lucifer is the main ler, right?

Now, Al doesn’t just let the man tickle him; that’d be too easy.

Deer man loves to tease: raising his arms to “reach for things” with others around, chuckling right in Luci’s ear, just being an all-around asshole.

It takes the blonde everything he has not to pounce in public.

By the end of the day, it’s safe to say that Lucifer gets the last laugh~

When Luci is in a lee mood, he'll just straight-up ask for tickles from Al.

Just to annoy him, he'll plop in the deer man's lap, raise his arms, and demand attention. Alastor is more than happy to oblige~

NOW, when Al’s in a ler mood, the tables pretty much turn inside-out.

He’ll go up to Lucifer, teleport him to his room, pin him with tentacles to the wall or bed, and make him squeal. He’ll usually push the fallen angel until he safewords.

While Lucifer could just escape, he “secretly” enjoys being taken down a few notches. Besides, he gets free cuddles afterwards.

Speaking of which, they always cuddle afterwards, no matter who the lee is. It’s an unspoken rule neither of them are keen on breaking.

[echos-of-laughter]

Hey yall, this is my first time writing a fic! I got inspired by this post by @amazingmsme

This fic follows theirs and is Lee!Hermes, Ler!Poseidon.

Again, this is my first fic so idk if it will be the best, but I hope you enjoy!

"For once, I think you're right."

    "Uncle, darling, can't we talk about this?" Hemes pleaded, panic growing as he realized that the only exit was blocked.

    "No, darling, I don't think there is anything to talk about." Poseidon said, lipstwisting into a wicked grin as he put extra emphasis on Hermes favorite nickname.

    Hermes felt his heart racing in his chest as he saw tendrils of water slowly creeping across the floor towards him. He quickly flew into the air using the wings on his ankles and started to look for a way out.

    Suddenly, the tendrils shot forward and pushed him down against the floor. It was as if thousands of gallons of water was bearing down on him at once, he couldn't move a muscle.

    Poseidon walked towards him and spoke, "Now, I was thinking you might prefer a more hands-on approach to the torture I'm going to put you through." He grabbed his trident as he walked and grabbed Hermes wrists through the current to bring them up and away from his body, leaving him defenseless.

    Hermes eyes widened as the trident was pointed at him. "Wait! No!" He pleaded, closing his eyes and expecting pain. However, after feeling the water subside he slowly opened his eyes. He tried to move his arms but found that he wasn't able to bring them down. He looked up and found the trident trapping them in place high above his head. He looked back to his uncle who was looking at him with a sadistic grin. Poseidon slowly walked the few steps towards him and straddled his waist. He lifted his hands and started wiggling his fingers above Hermes' exposed torso, showing what kind of torture he was referring to.

    "Wait! Uncle, is this reheally necessarry?" Hermes asked, accidentally letting a small giggle slip through his lips.

    "Giggling already? I'm not even touching you!" Poseidon teased, "Also, this is absolutely necessary after what you did."

    Poseidon let his hands drop and slowly started spidering his fingers all over Hermes sides. Hermes quickly snapped his mouth shut from the retort that he had prepared in order to keep himself from laughing.

    "Come on nephew, we both know you are going to break, you're way too ticklish not to," Poseidon taunted.

    Hermes cheeks instantly went red as he turned his head away from the teasing gaze of his uncle. "Shut uhup!" Hermes yelled, kicking his feet while his wings desperately flapped to try to get away from the electric sensations coursing through his body.

    Poseidons grin instantly widened. "Why should I? Does it make it tickle more when I mention how ticklish you are?" He teased, emphasizing that horrible word every time he said it and moving his fingers to his nephews ribs.

    "Nohhahahahahahah!" Hermes burst into high pitched giggles at the change of spots along with the teasing words being directed him.

    "Now we're getting somewhere! Listen to those adorable giggles. Let's see if we can make it adorable laughter," Poseidon taunted, smile growing a little softer at the sound of his nephews hysterical giggling. He moved his fingers even further up into the exposed skin of his armpits.

    Hermes face somehow got even more red as his uncles words reached his ears. He desperately tugged on his trapped arms as he swore internally at himself for wearing a sleeveless shirt, fully exposing the skin of his underarms. His laughter ramped up as Poseidon started drilling his thumbs into the center of his armpits.

    "Nohhohoho! Plehehehehease! It tihihickles!" He tried to plead with the elder god.

    "Ha! That's sort of the point." Poseidon laughed at him. "But I don't think that it's enough. Tell me nephew, where are you most ticklish hm?"

    "Lihihike I wohould tell yohohou!" Hermes spoke through his laughter.

    "Then I guess I'll just have to find out myself. Let's see, we've tried the sides, ribs, and armpits." Poseidon mused aloud, scribbling his fingers across each spot as he spoke. "How about here?"

    Hermes suddenly burst into childlike giggles as he felt fingernails swirling all over his neck and ears. His feet kicked out as the fingers scratched along the back of his earlobe.

    "Awww, well that's just adorable but not quite what we're looking for." Poseidon cooed. He moved his fingers down to his nephews quivering belly and Hermes lunched up and started belly laughing.

    "Hahahahah! No! Nohot thehehehre!" He pleaded.

    "Better, but not quite." Poseidon said disinterestedly. He got similar reactions moving down to the younger gods hips, thighs, and knees. However, he noticed his laughter getting more desperate as he approached his nephews wiggling feet.

    "Uh oh, I think I might have found someone's tickle spot!" Poseidon sing-songed as he sat on the youngers calves.

    "NO! No please not there! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Anywhere but there! Please uncle, mercy!" Hermes tried to plead.

    "Oh Hermes. Don't you know? Ruthlessness is mercy." And with that, he dug into the soles before him.

    The legs underneath him tugged at their trapped positions as he scratched over the heels, the arches, the balls of the feet, and especially those wiggling toes. He scratched his nails over the pads, underneath, and against the sensitive skin in between.

    While Poseidon was busy with this he didn't even notice his nephews look of shock when he started. He wasn't expecting his uncle to go for his feet, but he's glad that he did. He's hoping that his uncle continues to think that his feet are the worst spot that he has, though if he doesn't stop scratching the spot I between his pinky toe and his fourth toe, he might go insane.

    "NOHOHOHO! NOT THEHEHEHRE! PLEHEHEHEASE PICK SOMEWHEHEHEHHERE EHEHELSE!" The younger god pleaded, desperately tugging on his trapped legs. He almost got his ankles out from his uncle, when all of a sudden the hands moved off his feet to grab at his ankles.

    "And where do you think you're--" He was cut off by a squeal from the wiggling god under him, followed by frantic pleading.

    "AH! No no no no no. Please please. Not there. I will do anything, just not there. Please!"

    Poseidon was confused until he looked down at his hands. They were resting on Hermes' ankles with his thumbs at the joint where his ankle met his wings. Suddenly it clicked. Water swirled around Hermes as Poseidon grabbed his trident from the ground, releasing his arms. However, his relief was short lived as his uncle then placed the trident right below his knees so he couldn't bend them or move his legs at all. He also didn't have the flexibility to reach his ankles from this position, nor the strength to pry the trident from the ground.

    "So, it seems that I was mistaken. Your feet aren't your worst spot. I should have known. These little wings of yours are just begging for some attention. I mean, just look at them flapping, it's like their asking for my fingers to tickle them!" He teased his nephew.

    "Nohohohohoho. Plehehehease. I'll die!" Hermes begged.

    "Oh please, you'll be fine. You'll just laugh, and laugh, and laugh," his wiggling fingers came up, taunting the messenger god, "in three."

    "Nohohohohohoho!"

    "Two."

    "Plehehehehease!"

    "One."

    "Uhhuhuhncle!" Neither of them knew if he was tapping out or begging.

    "Zero." His fingers struck down, raking through the soft feathers and scratching his nails against the sensitive skin.

    Hermes. Went. Insane.

    He instantly fell back and started flopping around like a fish out of water (ironic, huh?). He started cackling so loud that Poseidon flinched.

    "Dam, and to think that one of the mighty gods of Olympus can be defeated just by a few fingers wiggling against his ankles. This is just pathetic." He taunted.

    "NAHAHAHAHAHAH! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Hermes could barely get a word out with how hard he was laughing. It was as if ticklish lightning was shooting up his legs directly through his nerves.

    His laughter suddenly went silent when Poseidon shifted to scratching at the spot where the wings connected to the ankles.

    Poseidon could tell that Hermes was reaching his limits, and he didn't want to actually kill the young god.

    "Do you apologize for what you have done? Have you learned your lesson yet?" He asked, slowing down to just tracing his ankles so the young god could respond.

    "Yehehehehes! Im sohohohohohory! Plehehehehease! Just stohohohhop!"

    Suddenly the sensations stopped and the trident was pulled from the ground. He instantly brought his knees up to his chest and started rubbing the phantom sensations away from his wings, still giggling.

    A hand appeared in front of his face. He looked up and saw his uncle fondly smiling down at him, offering a hand up.

    "Are you going to survive?" He asked the still giggling god as he helped him to his feet. Hermes legs were a bit shaky so he brought him over to his throne to sit down for a minute and got him some water.

    "I don't know yet, you are ruthless." Hermes replied in his typical dramatic fashion, chugging the water that he was offered.

    "Oh please, you didn't ask me to stop once!" Poseidon taunted, rolling his eyes.

    Hermes face went red as he avoided eye contact, "well, I am the god of mischief. And, besides, games are more fun if they aren't one sided." He suddenly shot up out of the throne.

    "Wait, how long have I been here? I have so many deliveries to make! Dad's going to kill me!" He started panicking as he frantically gathered his items.

    Poseidon stopped him by gripping his wrist, "don't worry about it. I'll tell my brother that I held you up to send messages throughout my kingdom."

    "Seriously? You might just be my favorite uncle after all," He teased.

    "I'd better be," He replied with a smile, squeezing the youngers' side, making him yelp. "Now go do your job, nephew."

    Hermes danced out of the way of the elders fingers and gave him a sarcastic salute, "Yes sir! See you next time!" He said as he flew off to finish delivering the rest of the messages.

    Poseidon watched him go with a fond smile. Though he would take it to his grave, he might just have a favorite nephew.

[trans-ace-lee]

hi! any chance you'd be willing to write smth cute and cuddly for hirano to kagiura? ler!hirano, preferably :) thank you!!

I have no idea how long this has been in my inbox, but I finally decided to write something. Apologies for taking what I can only guess is years to answer this. Rip to partial fic number one that I lost while trying to save it as a draft.

Spoilers for the manga

A New Morning Routine

Hirano is a straightforward person. He studies for classes and completes his classroom duties and his tasks for the student council. Logic makes sense, and so do emotions, most of the time. He cares for his friends and his family.

But he doesn't know how to feel about his roommate. Kagiura always finds a way to surprise him. Kagiura puts everything into anything he does, whether it's basketball or the time he tried to rank in the top 50 of his class despite a history of poor grades (said kouhai who ranked 171st coming into highschool.)

Yet, Hirano had never expected the former to straight up confess to him.

Hirano wasn't into guys. Hell, he hadn't really been into anyone, at least not that he could remember.

At the time of Kagiura's confession, he recalls his roommate's usually rich eyes somehow sinking into an even darker shade of green. Even though Hirano couldn't share the former's feelings, he found his heart turning in on itself. He cares about Kagiura. He really does.

But...

When he thinks about those eyes, so full of untold sorrow and the wish for a distant future, disillusioned by a happily ever after that the universe can’t grant, he can’t bring himself to say no outright. Was it a little mean to indulge in Kagiura’s fantasies? Maybe. Still, he gives Kagiura the sliver of hope the latter holds onto.

As Hirano ponders whether he made the right decision or not, a puff of air on his back reminds him that he had, in fact, agreed to the whims of an overgrown child. Waking his roommate should have always been the same, a constant integration into his day once they began rooming together.

With a groan, he tries and fails to dislodge the arm wrapped around his shoulders. He attempts to remember how he ended up in such a predicament, resisting the urge to smack himself in the face because agreeing to a sleepover with the, “Can sleep through Hirano knocking his entire stack of textbooks off his desk,” person that is Kagiura was definitely not a great idea.

When Hirano had agreed to minimal physical contact with Kagiura, Hirano suspects this particular instance had definitely surpassed ten seconds.

“Kagi,” he hisses while prying at Kagiura’s fingers, “Let me go.”

Kagiura only smacks his lips and pulls Hirano closer.

Hirano fails to stifle a screech in response to the slender digits curling into his sides. Okay. Now, maybe he’s thankful his roommate is a heavy sleeper. But, oh, curse the first year for being athletic and all, because he is good and stuck.

Kicking his legs uselessly in the air, he just hopes the latter doesn’t start—no. No. No. No!

To Hirano’s credit, he doesn’t start giggling… At least right away. His hands can’t decide if they want to, more or less, tug at Kagiura’s tight grip on his torso or cover his mouth.

Curse Kagiura for being stronger than him. Curse all the days Hirano had declined to play basketball with the former. Hirano would have liked to curse the universe more, but he has other important things to deal with.

How? How did his roommate know all the right spots to draw the best reactions out of him?

Those horrible, horrible spots behind his ribs that have him cackling and hiccupping over his laughter. The sides of his stomach that make him snort. And his oh-so-sensitive sides, a spot the blasted Hanzawa likes to exploit when the two study together just to Hirano jump.

Normally, he’d try harder to escape, but he doesn’t want to hurt Kagiura in the process.

“K-kagi,” he snickers as his roommate’s fingertips drill deeper into the spaces between his ribs. He squeezes his eyes shut at the whimsical feeling in his body.

His family, especially his father, are people of few words. Everything is communicated in a concise manner at home which he tends to adopt in his everyday life too. Perhaps this is where he should attribute his inability to understand his emotions.

The way he feels right now is something he can’t express, but it makes the laughter all the more welcome.

Another puff of air to the back of his neck. With a yelp, Hirano looks over his shoulder to see Kagiura peering down at him. Why did the latter have to be so much taller than him?

He turns away from Kagiura's warm, yet piercing gaze.

Kagiura, by some superpower that Hirano isn’t aware of, flips him around and says, “Hirano. Goood morning.”

The dopey smile on the former’s face and the melodic nature of his words make Hirano’s head buzz. “T-too bright,” he mutters. This. It’s moments like this that cause him to want to take care of the younger.

“Did you sleep okay?”

Hirano purses his lips. Sleeping was fine, but waking up?

Kagiura’s smile somehow becomes even more dazzling. “I dreamt that I was hugging a giant panda last night. It was sooo squishy and warm.”

“Well…Now that you’re awake let’s get some breakfast,” Hirano replies, avoiding eye contact with Kagiura once more while removing the latter’s arms from around his body.

“Wait,” Kagiura whines, tugging on Hirano’s sleeve, “Stay. Please? Just for a few more minutes?”

Hirano knows he will regret turning around but does so anyway. And, of course, his roommate is pouting. And, of course, Kagiura is looking up at him with those round eyes that hold all the innocence in the world in them—

“Really!?”

Grumbling in response he says, “Just for a few minutes remember. And remember, keep those hands above the chest.”

He can see Kagiura’s metaphorical tail wagging in midair at Hirano’s words.

“Okay!”

And to Hirano’s utter, utter horror…he squeaks when Kagiura’s fingertips brush along his collarbone.

[golden-chiivalry]

luka tickle headcanons (chiivalry bday post)

🪸 ;; warnings -> luka is a warning himself LMAO, small angst, mentions of human experiments/testing, slight ooc

🪸 ;; authors note -> it’s my birthday today yippee!! (im like a minute late but shhhh, its still the 4th of september)

guess who got into ALNST recently lmao. i swear if i fall in love with one more blondie i will lose it (so far the list is aventurine, kaveh and luka).

as usual the format is general, lee and ler headcanons! feel requests are still open btw :3

🪸 ;; masterpost

🪸 ;; ao3

🪸 ;; general headcanons

just like his voice, his laughter is heavenly;

his laughter and reactions are quite restrained; he’s learned to control his heart rate because of heperu’s “tests”, and as a result, he learned how to control his reactions too;

but keep tickling him for a while and he’ll give you the cutest giggles and shy titters ever;

he doesn’t squirm around that much, surprisingly. no one knows why;

do be careful, after tickling him he gets pretty vengeful. and a vengeful luka is something wise men fear;

his tummy has just a tiny amount of pudge, squeeze that part and you’ll be rewarded trust;

he starts squeaking and squealing like a dog toy when you squeeze his tummy its adorable;

just don’t tell him that he sounds like a dog toy… its for the best;

🪸 ;; lee headcanons

oh no he’s hot :( ;

has the cutest laugh ever;

pretty ticklish if you target the right spots;

if luka trusts you a lot (which is pretty hard to achieve), he’ll struggle less when you tickle him. as in, he’ll actually let you do it;

remember how i mentioned his laugh being shy and all? i feel like he’d get rlly shy when tickled too;

like, he’s this famous persona, the previous ALNST winner, and a few poked get him giggling?? embarrassing… (for him anyways);

i think his worst spots would be tummy and ears/neck. maybe hips too idk;

he’s used to roughness because of heperu (fuck you heperu) so gentle tickling works best on him lol;

does get overwhelmed pretty quick so keep that in mind;

you know luka really trusts you if he willingly lets you tickle him (he hates being vulnerable);

🪸 ;; ler headcanons

his hands are cold as fuck and the smUG BASTARD USES THAT TO HIS ADVANTAGE >:( ;

he’s so mean. why are you so rude blondie;

luka knows every weak spot of his “victim”. he’s able to find it in seconds;

always teasing and taunting his lee. what a jerk;

tickling from him is different depending on what you did; if he feels like tickling you for the sake of it, he’ll be somewhat gentle. but if you tickled him first? rip buddy, r.i.p;

asshole alert asshole alert asshole alert;

y’all remember that moment when he kissed the microphone? yeah he’ll definitely bully his s/o with ticklish kisses (bastard pt2);

he’s a manipulative little shit chances are he’ll manipulate you into letting him tickle you lmao;

oh and did i mention he can hold you down with EASE. he’s a piece of shit when it comes to tickling people;

barely tickles anyone tho. thankfully ;

[raviostinkzz]

-Bargaining’s Limit

Characters: Ler!Link, Lee!Ravio [Fandom: The Legend Of Zelda (ALBW)] Warnings: just a tickle fic!! :] subtle/hints of spoilers for ALBW though?

Summary: Link’s had enough of his painfully inconvenient item deal with Ravio and decides to work an apology and an improvement out of him, in his own silly way.

Notes: i think i kinda lost the attention of my followers from being inactive for so long and i know ALBW is less popular than other zelda games so. i would love some interaction if you enjoy this😭❤️ kept it as in character as i could! :)

-REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED-

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Link entered the sho- his house with a clear goal in mind. Set that dumb deal straight and get Ravio back for his greedy tricks!

The hooded shopkeeper welcomed him with his usual quirkiness as he dusted the counters, then queried him about what he could provide today.

“Ravio, you can provide me with way cheaper rentals, that’s what! My wallet is crying rupees!”

“Oh but my prices are as low as low goes! Surely with your valiant quest and therefore need for my items you can spare a few extra hundred rupees for your pal, buddy!” He replied proudly.

Link sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to laugh, “You really can’t see how stupid it is?” He raised an eyebrow. That’s it.

Link held his lips from curling into a smile and approached his friend as he imagined the outcome of what he was about to do.

“I only see fairness Mr. Hero! Out of the goodness of your heart and the-hehAH-” The merchant was suddenly interrupted by his own voice.

“Ticklish?” Link smirked and retracted his hand from Ravio’s hip.

Ravio’s heart skipped, a new feeling of giddiness and fluster lighting throughout him.

He scrambled to answer, “What-PPFSH n-no…?” chuckle “Nope.” He crossed his arms and held his sides.

“I think you are!!” The grinning hero approached him as he shuffled back.

Butterflies flutt- no, swarmed in his stomach. The not so subtle excitement for where this was going teased at his nerves. Ravio felt the connection of playfulness sparking between them, a feeling he was very ready to welcome after so long without.

“N-Now this has nothing to do my deals, buddy!” He protested, his voice wavering as he tried to suppress the anticipatory giggles creeping up his throat.

He grasped the merchant’s hips once again, “Well I have to get you back somehow!” he retorted winking, unable to keep that smirk off his face as he began to squeeze and knead into the spot, recalling the way he reacted when he did it the first time.

“WAIT-waihahait hero we can tALk aboUT THIHIS” Ravio stumbled over his words and backed into a counter, spilling out giggles and trying his best not to fold like a lawn chair from the fingers attacking his ticklish hips.

His false voice had already been slipping from the moment Link had first taken him by surprise, but that bit of control he had left was now completely gone, and Ravio was kicking himself. Just some tickles to fully tear down the grouchy guise of his so well-hidden voice? Really?

Link payed no mind however and slipped under his leather band, beginning to squeeze his sides, the other instinctively scrambling to escape the ticklish sensation and tripping over himself, quite literally falling into laughter as Link followed him down to the floor.

The blonde boy easily removed the midriff accessory and went straight back for his sides, squeezing up and down and spidering in circles. Ravio twisted and turned, squealing out a waterfall of giggles and frantically pushing Link’s hands away as his legs tried their best to kick from under him.

“You laugh softer when I go down here…” two squeezes to his lower sides.

“And you laugh harder when I go up here…” three squeezes travelling up them. Ravio belly laughed as the cogs in his mind turned with Link’s. What was he-? oh no.

“So…” He locked onto his target.

“WaHahahit naHAhah—HAH!” he barked out suddenly, before trailing off into awkward and nervous giggles, giving Link as pleading of a stare as he could give through the mask of his hood.

“Bad spot?” Link chuckled, starting up again the moment after he spoke, skittering up and down Ravio’s ribs - leaving his loud and frantic laughter to answer that question for him.

Ravio’s hood jumped about along with him and began to lift, the slightly quietened sound of his laugh becoming clearer, and realisation hitting him in the face as light creeped in.

He scrambled to clutch onto his hood and keep it down, which unfortunately for him, was an obvious mistake and too perfect an opportunity for Link to miss. The blonde quickly shoved his hands under Ravio’s arms and scribbled into his hollows, a grin spread across his face.

The squeal he let out was unbelievable, getting a snort out of Link himself as he curled in and clamped his arms down, refusing to let go of his hood.

Which didn’t help, trapping Link’s wriggling fingers and sending all the more ticklish sparks buzzing along his nerves. He spluttered and amusingly squealed out as many half-hearted protests as he could.

“IHihi- th-this wihihill rahAHAISE YOHOur priHIces si-hihIHAH-SIGNIFICANTLY!-AHAH”

“Threatening me in this situation? Really?” The boy smirked, slowing his tickles a little.

“Well whahat are yohou gonna do? You cahahan’t tickle me to deheath Hero.” Ah. Rookie mistake.

“Oh you wanna test that theory?” He set his hands back on the giggler’s ribs, twitching them a little.

Ravio tensed and felt himself gaining an even wobblier (and wider) smile on his face, squirming, “Wahait-wAItwaitWAIT yohou wouldn’t-” He spluttered, convincing his arms to move down and hold Link’s.

More and more giggles seemed to bubble out of him in anticipation and nervousness. And the light squeezing to his ribs Link was kind enough to provide him with weren’t messing with him any less either.

Anyway, turns out he would go there. He definitely would.

“MR. H-HEHEHEHAHAHAHAA!! LIHIHINK!” The merchant was screeching with laughter, grabbing desperately at his attacker’s hands as they kneaded into each sensitive bone.

Link couldn’t help but smile as he vibrated and wiggled his fingers into the ticklish crevices of his rib cage, digging out every cackle and wheeze he could find. He absolutely deserved this.

“NOHOHAAHAHAT THEHERE!! PLEHE- I’M GONNA DIHIE!!!” Ravio threw himself about like a fish out of water. Wasn’t this guy was supposed to be a rabbit?

Link strategically placed his fingers on every bone he could, paused for a second, and tased as quickly and evilly as he could as his friend arched and gasped and bursted into another round of harsh cackles, falling into a hyper-giggle fit in between every shock.

His laugh was so funny and contagious, it reminded Link of his own. His smile was wide and his heart was so warm with affection he almost forgot the reason he started all of this.

He had missed these kinds of moments. The times where he’d get into trouble with his friends, where they’d laugh together for ages and his biggest worry was waking up late for work, when his responsibility for the kingdom and the princess was still in the past.

This was the happiest he’d felt in a while, for once he felt like there was nothing wrong with the world, like it was just him and Ravio. Just him and this strange, funny, stupidly ticklish ‘merchant’.

Link dazed in the moment before snapping back to reality, meeting before him a wheezing, snorting, curled up Ravio, realising he’d been practically murdering the guy this entire time.

He slowly halted his attack and patted his friend on the shoulder, moving to sit off his legs.

All his thrashing had yet again revealed a glimpse of the underneath of his hood, only a little. Link wouldn’t look any further but just enough to see his smile. To which he felt his own butterflies fluttering in his stomach, it was so playful and happy, so genuine.

Residual giggles filled the air, “O-Oho my gohoddess I thought you wehere gonna kill me!”

Link scoffed, “Don’t be dramatic! You’re not earning any sympathy from me, the amount of times I’ve fallen in battle and you’ve snatched your items back immediately! You greedy guy!!” He scurried his fingers over Ravio’s stomach, earning a squawk and another round of laughter.

“HEhey thahat was the deheal!! And I thihink we knohow who’s fault it is anyway judging by ‘the amount of times I’ve fallen in battle’ buddyYHA- HAHAHAH” He flailed as another attack was launched again by an ‘irritated’ hero.

“OKaY OKAHAY stahahap!” Ravio snorted and shoved Link as he sat up further.

“I didn’t overstep did I?” Link gave him a nudge.

“No, not at all. It was…fun.” Ravio’s tone was warm and lighthearted, one that spread through the room.

“You’ve learnt your lesson?” Link raised an eyebrow, smiling.

“Yes yes I have.” he giggled, head in his hands.

“…I don’t have to lower the prices though right-OKAYOKAYIMSORRY”

No matter what he pulled Link couldn’t seem to shake his affection for the merchant, being somewhat drawn to him and feeling their bond grow despite only short moments of interaction.

And this seemed to be mutual.

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AGHCK this wasnt meant to be very long but i love them so much MY BOYS

[giggly-squiggily]

Can I get a moriarty the patriot x reader with William for be my valentine 🩷 Focused on ribs

Thank you thank you

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

AHH! *happy dances in MTP* God I've been craving ler!William; this was an absolute blast to write! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"

“Physical ability?”

“I’ve been trained by the best.”

“Hm..any fears?”

“None that I can recall.”

“Really, Liam?”

“...Besides those wretched things.” William added with a small groan, making you laugh against his chest. “Besides that, none I can think of.”

“None at all, eh? Impressive. Well- besides caterpillars.” You giggled, laughing more when he hummed in mild irritation. “I suppose even the Lord of Crimes himself has a weakness.”

“I suppose he does- but I wouldn’t be so quick to laugh, (Y/N).” He shifted some, his hands coming to your sides and resting on your lower ribs. “I know all your weaknesses.”

“Wahhait, wahhahahhahahait!” You squealed when he suddenly pressed in, prodding along the spaces between each bone and sending ticklish waves across your skin. “Wihihiihiihliahhahham, pleahhahahhahse!”

“Giving up already? My, what a terrible spot this is.” He cooed down at you, slowly walking his fingers up your sides with deadly precision; gently scratching along your ribcage as you squealed and laughed beneath him. “You know- one of my strengths is being a mathematician; let me show you- one…two…three…”

“Nahahhahahahahhahahaha!” You cried out as he began to count your ribs, drawing out each number with a prolonged scritch. “Wihihihihihihliihihihihaahhahaham!”

“Hm..forgive me, while my math is good, I’m not entirely familiar with anatomy. How many ribs do we have again? 12? 24? Oh, I lost count.” Willam tsked, bringing his hands back to your bottom set once more. “Let me start again; one…two…three…”

There wasn’t much you could do besides take it, laughing and cackling when he “forgot” once more- drilling into a terrible spot somewhere along the middle set. “LIHIIHHIIAHAHHAM PLEAHHAHHAHSE!”

“Heh, I suppose I should let you go.” The blonde stopped at last, leaving you gasping for air as William ran a soothing hand along your back. “Thank you for indulging me, (Y/N).”

You only groaned, pressing your face into his chest once more as you swore to yourself you’d have your vengeance.

[mah-t-wordblog]

hi mah 😊 If requests are open, I have an idea I'd love to share with you! 🫶 may I please request ler!Tetsuido and lee!Muichiro? I dont think I've seen any tickle fics with Tetsuido, if I'm not mistaken, so this should be the first 🤩🎉

Tetsuido's relationship with Muichiro is so deeply meaningful and sad at the same time... I feel like Tetsuido is such an underrated character yet he was one of the very few characters who truly cared about Muichiro. He saw through Mui's facade. Tetsuido was worried about not only Muichiro's amnesia problem but his mental state as well, and how he was actually struggling with all his problems. Its sad that he was such a tough (but gentle!) looking old man yet the sight of the sword he made for child soldier Muichiro brought tears to his eyes 💔 its even sadder that he passed on still worrying about Muichiro while Mui didnt even acknowledge or bother about Tetsuido's care for him, until he got his memories back but it was too late by then 💔

The idea: Mui arrived at the swordsmith village to pick up a new sword from Tetsuido, and he's looking even more lost and anxious from when Tetsuido last saw him. He barely even remembers who Tetsuido is, until Tetsuido had to remind him! Muichiro visibly gets a bit frustrated at his memory problems, frustrated about forgetting something as important as his own swordsmith, and his aloof and tough facade cracks just a bit... but this crack is more than enough for Tetsuido's knowing eyes to notice, and it breaks Tetsuido's heart to see him suffocating alone under all his burdens. So Tetsuido tries to lighten the mood with some tickle therapy 🥹 he goes for alllll his tickle spots and weak points. He tries his best to make Muichiro smile and laugh, so that he can at least have some breathing space and live as a carefree child... even if its just for a short moment, its more than enough to relieve Mui from some of his stress and worries.

Muichiro would probably forget about this time spent with Tetsuido when he leaves the village, but at least he'll be leaving feeling a little bit lighter... and that's an outcome that will further lighten Tetsuido's aching heart.

Thank you for your time 💝 I'm sorry for writing such a long request haha 😭 its also a bit more on the angst side but we have some fluff at the end to save the day too 🥺✨️ please do not hesitate to decline my request for whatever the reason may be, its alright 😊 hope you have a wonderful day or evening!

Affective memory

Ler: Tetsuido

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Muichiro saw a man and decided to get information from him

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find the blacksmith Tetsuido?”

The man, who looked older, sighed.

“Why do you want to talk to him?”

“I need a new sword”

The old man looked deeply at Muichiro

“Has he been your blacksmith for a long time?”

“I… I'm sorry I don't remember…”

The boy continued with a blank expression

“Muichiro, it’s me” the man raised a hand and held the boy’s hand “I’m Tetsuido”

Muichiro's eyes widened.

"Sir! Ah, I'm sorry sir... I don't... I can't remember..." the boy covered his face with his hands "I didn't want to forget you, sir"

“Come here, my kid” Tetsuido called him for a hug “has your amnesia gotten worse?”

“Yes, I hate this fucking disease.”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Muichiro, tell me how you’ve been”

Muichiro told, he said that his memory was getting shorter and shorter and his emotions were getting smaller, he didn't feel like eating or sleeping, he just fought as if he was a robot

“You shouldn't hate yourself for that, of course not” Tetsuido passed a hand over the boy's face

“I hate myself” Muichiro looked away

“Kid, it’s not your fault”

“I can’t even remember you, what the fuck do I have in my head?”

"Calm down…"

“I can’t even remember why I’m like this…”

“Muichiro, listen to me”

Tetsuido interrupted Muichiro's rude words about himself, the old man had already known the boy long enough to know that he had bouts of anxiety and stress sometimes, and there were measures that needed to be taken to calm the boy down.

“Muichiro, you know I want to help you, don’t you?”

He gestured yes with his head

“So let me help in a way that I know will make you better, okay?”

The old man stretched out his hands and grabbed the waist of the boy standing in front of him.

"Hey! Why like this?” Muichiro laughed a little

“Because affective memories like touch and objects are good for unlocking more important ones, and you need to smile a little, don’t you?”

The boy's eyes widened when he felt the initial chill of the tickle rise through his body, he can't remember whether Mr. Tetsuido had tickled him several times before, but he knows he's afraid of what he might do.

It all started with calm squeezes on his waist, but Muichiro was too sensitive and that already made him laugh.

“You can laugh”

The boy was holding back laughter

“Pff- nohohohoho!”

"Let's go! Laugh! How can you forget me? It makes me want to punish you, boy~”

“Sihihihir pleheAHSHEHEHE” the hands started to move around the boy’s belly

Muichiro forced himself to remain standing because he knew that if he fell to the ground the old man wouldn't be able to continue tickling, and he didn't want him to stop...

“Does this give you good feelings? Does it remind you of me?”

“AHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHEHES”

"Do you like it?"

Muichiro hid his face with his hands

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, kid, you’re just a child, you need to play, have you never seen anyone like you playing like that?” Tetsuido moved one of the hands that hid the boy's face.

Muichiro had already seen tickle fights between hashiras a few times, if even people with such important roles can laugh a little, why can't he too? After all, he is a hashira too…

“PLEHEHEHEASHEHE ANOHOHOTHEHER SPOHOHOHOT”

"Why? You like that spot” Tetsuido said this with certainty, it wasn't to provoke the boy (although it worked for that too)

Muichiro started to have a little tears in his eyes, so Tetsuido stopped

"Até you ok?"

The tears didn't stop in Muichiro's eyes

“Y-yeah, I just… I think I have memories of something like that.”

“You just don’t know what it is, do you?”

He agreed

“See, I told you that affective touch memory works very well”

Muichiro smiled “thank you sir”

Tetsuido raised his blacksmith mask a little and showed a smile to the boy “you don’t need to thank me”

The old man got up

“Now come, let’s get your sword”

Muichiro got up and accompanied Tetsuido, he just had to be grateful that this man always cared so much about his well-being, he was special

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Thanks 🫶🥰

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Tickletober day #22: Role reversal

MY FIRST SENGEN FIC LESGOO

And also the first fic I finished for tktober. Hope y'all enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Senku x Gen (senku has gay panic)

Lee: Gen

Ler: Senku

Warnings: Tickles! I'm so insane for them both

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Senku was well known for his straightforward and logical thinking. Still, that didn’t make him immune to the occasional irrational thought, as was the case right now. Instead of focusing on the current task at hand, his brain kept thinking… What would it be like to tease the mentalist in return? Usually, the dual-haired menace was the one with the silver tongue, making Senku’s heart do weird things that seemed impossible once upon a time. Always so calm, always so cocky and level-headed, what would it be like to turn the tables against him? Would he brush it off? Retaliate with his own teasing? Maybe get flustered and turn all speechless and red?- 

As Senku’s thoughts spiraled, he mentally scolded himself for investing so much time into such an illogical thought, yet he felt compelled to find an answer to it. And that’s exactly what he set out to do. 

Though this brought up a new question, how would he even go on about this? Gen being well… Gen, would definitely know how to retaliate in such a situation, so Senku had to do something that’d be unpredictable. Something the mentalist would never expect the scientist to do. With that in mind, a plan started to formulate. A cheshire grin spread across Senku’s lip, like whenever he’d plot his next scientific advancement, except now it’s solely for his personal gain. All that was left was to find the damn mentalist…

~~~

It didn’t take long to spot the dual-haired guy, his voice being easily recognizable wherever he went. 

“Heh, time to put this plan to action” Senku spoke to himself, before ungraciously catapulting himself towards the mentalist. Sending them both tumbling along the ground. 

“EEK-! Huh? Senku-chan? What are you doing?” Gen looked up with a dumbfounded expression, watching the scientist settle on top of his waist with that typical smug look that could only mean trouble.

“Just… humor me a bit, mentalist” without much further explanation, Senku’s hands started to rapidly squeeze the older boy’s torso. 

“Huh- whaHAHAT?! WAIT! SENKUHUHU!” Gen’s pleading words instantly got drowned under his uncharacteristically raw laughter. Rivaling the usual charm that the mentalist tended to portray. It sounded pretty goofy, full of snorts and squeals, yet it was still appealing in its own way. Like a rare mineral, and Senku just struck a goldmine.

“Woah…” the scientist stopped for a moment to observe the sight. The sound of Gen’s laugh massaging its way into his brain. Watching as the mentalist tried and failed to keep his reactions at bay. “You’re stupidly ticklish, mentalist. This’ll be much easier than I thought~”.

Senku practically drank up the sight of Gen’s face turning all shades of pink and red. From his cheeks, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. ‘Adorable’ rang through the scientist’s brain, surprising himself for thinking such a thing in the first place. That’s a problem for another day. Right now, he just wanted to see how flustered the mentalist would get, and so far the results were better than expected. 

“Hmm… wonder which spot causes the most optimal reaction?~”

Gen could only laugh himself silly, anticipating yet dreading the scientist’s next move. It was going to be a long day of testing… not like he minded. 

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Senku having gay panic is my fave thing ever

[veryblushyswitch]

Mutant Mayhem ~ tickle headcanons 🐢❤️💙💜🧡

This movie was absolutely fantastic so of course I had to make my own tickle hcs for these four little dorks 💖 I fell in love with their personalities and cannot wait to watch it again and again!!

Leo 💙

*So insanely ticklish-

*Just look at him!!

*He gets ganged up on by his brothers a lot. And I mean- A LOT.

*They do it mostly to convince him to go see movies or stay out later when Leo wants to go back home after doing what they needed to do.

*They’ll also tickle him just cause he needs to loosen up sometimes.

*No matter how many times he gets tickled, whenever he’s asked if he’s ticklish he’ll deny it.

*Even while he’s being tickled to death he’ll deny it through his laughter. That is until his bothers all go for his worst spots at once.

*Oh and when April comes into the picture, you better believe they tease him even more about it.

*He thought he was flustered about tickling before?? Oh Leo honey-

*The thought of April finding out he’s ticklish and even better worse, taking advantage of that is a new feeling he’s never experienced before till that first meeting.

*He finds himself getting into lee moods, which are so confusing to him.

*Because before, he never really wanted to get tickled by his brothers. He didn’t hate it when they all goofed around, but actually wanting that type of affection from someone, let alone his crush, was something he had to get used to.

*And he never got used it to say the least.

*He’s such a ticklish little guy, and like I said earlier, gets flustered so easily.

*I’d say he’s most ticklish around his sides. Always jumps and yelps when he’s poked there and his brothers do it to him constantly.

*He’s also got a very ticklish shell.

*For some reason it makes sense to me.

*Like, running your fingers and nails along his shell will have him giggling his heart out.

*Is definitely the curl up into a ball kind of lee.

*I don’t know why but I feel like he’s so sensitive to light tickles just about everywhere. 💙💙💙

*His arms, hands, neck, plastron, everywhere.

*Leo needs tickle aftercare. So hugs and a compliment or two are a must.

*Mikey always gives him a hug, Raph will give him a noogie or a head ruffle, and Donnie is the one that gets the water and/or pats his back.

*I can’t lee Leo is so adorable 😭💙

*As a ler, he’s so playful. And can be pretty merciless when the others deserve it.

*Loves being able to have fun with his brothers when they’re not training.

*He and Mikey give the best aftercare according to all the brothers and April. Leo gives lots of compliments and reassurance.

*His favorite brother to tickle is Mikey. Something about tickling Mikey just always brings a smile to his face.

*His favorite person to be tickled by, however, has gotta be April. And my gosh he’s a flustered ler when it comes to her-

*Leo wasn’t the one to find out she’s ticklish though. It was probably Mikey or Donnie poking at her side. They seem like the little siblings to her older sister in my mind.

*Leo saw this and he went crazy- Her laugh was his favorite sound and her smile made his heart flutter. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

*The first time he tickled her, he only tickled her for a few seconds because he got too flustered by how adorable she looked to keep going.

*April of course noticed this and tickled him till he told her why he was blushing so hard. Cue April blushing this time and tickling Leo yet again to hide her embarrassment.

*I love them so much guys they’re so cute- 💙

~

Donnie 💜

*Such a bratty lee in my mind.

*But that facade crumbles after a bit, and then he starts begging.

*He’ll be all talk and then someone will wiggle their fingers at him and he squeaks.

*His laugh is just full of shrieks and squeals.

*You also cannot convince me that his voice doesn’t crack while he’s getting tickled!

*His underarms and feet are killer tickle spots.

*He’s pretty sensitive everywhere, but those two spots have him absolutely cackling.

*Raph will tackle Donnie onto his stomach and pin his legs down so Mikey and Leo can tickle his feet.

*He goes ballistic, and it’s even worse since he can’t see them while he’s on his stomach.

*Leo will tickle Donnie on his plastron and ribs while trying to sing kpop songs Donnie has shown him.

*Donnie laughs even harder at how funny Leo sounds trying to sing in Korean.

*Leo will laugh along too saying, “Hey! Ahare you laughing at me?! I think I sound great!” Then continues to tickle Donnie.

*Leo’s reassurance aftercare makes Donnie melt and get all giggly. 💜

*He secretly reads kpop tickle fics on tumblr. ✨

*And he watches all of the tickle compilations.

*He thinks it’s super cute when he sees his idols do it in a video or in a fic.

*There’s times when he likes to daydream about being in BTS. Dancing, singing, and having tickle fights with the other members.

*April is like the older sister he never had, so of course he also gets tickled by her.

*Since he wears a lot of hoodies now, April will come up behind him to pull his hood over his eyes and with her other hand she’ll squeeze his knees while he can’t see.

*Even though he tends to get tickled quite a bit, he prefers to be the ler.

*He loves teasing and using anticipation while he’s tickling his brothers.

*My mind goes back to the part where he’s dangling the phone in front of Leo’s face while Raph and Mikey hold him back.

*That screams teases his brothers into oblivion to me. Especially towards Leo because how can he not tease Leo when it’s so easy to fluster him?

*Loooooves using anticipation tickles. They work especially well on Mikey and Leo.

*Donnie and Raph are the two tickle monsters of the family believe it or not.

*Raph is the one who pins down Mikey, Leo, or April and Donnie does the tickles and teases.

*Or they’ll let their victim squirm free while they both go after their worst spots.

*He loves having tickle fights with Mikey. Who doesn’t in his family of course, but him and Mikey are really close so he doesn’t mind at all when Mikey turns the tables.

*Donnie will pretty much always win though.

*Raph is a different story.

*I don’t think Donnie has ever successfully tickled Raph without help from his brothers.

*But when he does have help, Raph is in trouble.

*Donnie’s smug and teasy attitude comes out and he goes full ler mode.

*He’s more merciful with Leo and Mikey, but since he can’t get Raph on his own, he takes his time tickling him.

~

Mikey 🧡

*Gets tickled the most by everyone.

*How can you not tickle him??!!

*I love how the tmnt fandom in general agrees that all the Mikey’s have incredibly ticklish necks.

*His knees are also a really bad spot. Especially the backs of them.

*You better believe his brothers tickle him there all the time. From a random squeeze to get his attention to full on blowing raspberries on the backs of his knees.

*Poor Mikey 🧡

*I can also see him having a ticklish face. Like if you gently tickle around his cheeks and chin, he completely melts into a giggly puddle.

*Mikey got a lot of cheer up tickles before they were accepted by society and could go to school.

*Leo tickles him the most, like I said above. Leo will give Mikey random scribbles to his neck and Mikey crumbles.

*He genuinely loves being tickled 🧡

*Finds it fun and a great way to spend time with his brothers. Also just loves laughing and being able to let go of all his stress.

*Mikey’s favorite form of affection to give and receive are tickle hugs. He loves hugs in general, so adding tickles into the mix makes them ten times better.

*Hear me out- Mikey and Mondo have tickle fights!!

*Mondo and Mikey are both equally outspoken about how much they love tickles and just affection in general so of course they tickle each other.

*They’ll poke each other and squeeze each other’s sides till one gives up. Both giggling up a storm because they’re having so much fun.

*Mikey being on the improv team at school is so accurate and funny to me.

*I could see his brothers and April pretending like they’re going to tickle him because of a random scenario they improvised out of nowhere.

*And while Mikey is giggling out no’s, they go, “The first rule of improv is never say no, Mikey!”

*He is so incredibly air ticklish it’s insane.

*Raph, Mikey and Donnie will have him on the floor kicking his legs and they’re just hovering over him wiggling their fingers right above his tickle spots.

*Mikey can’t take anymore and finally yells, “Just tickle me already!”

*They all coo and can’t help but awe at the cuteness of their baby brother before tickling him to pieces.

*An absolute menace when he’s a ler.

*Starts with gentle tickles then gets harder as the tickles go on.

*Is also the master at sneaking up behind and tasing his siblings sides. Even gets April too.

*Mikey is the only ones who can tickle April and get away with it without her getting revenge.

*He’s so happy and giggly while tickling her that she can’t help but just hug him to death afterwards.

*Speaking of hugs, the man needs hugs after he’s tickled. It’s required. And vise versa.

*He always gives hugs and snuggles as aftercare.

*He’s just a snuggly little guy who deserves all the tickles and hugs in the world 😭🧡🧡🧡

~

Raph ❤️

*First of all, I just wanna say how much I love how affectionate he is with his brothers.

*Picking up Leo, wrapping his arm around Leo, shaking Leo’s shoulders when he agreed to the plan, letting Mikey jump on his back, etc.

*It’s so cute ❤️

*That being said, he’s obviously a big tickle monster to the rest of his siblings.

*Also can we talk about him saying “Cootchie! Cootchie! Cootchie!” when they met Genghis Frog!! Ler Raph is canon guys.

*Will take any and all opportunities to give a little poke or completely wreck his brothers.

*Him and Leo have tickle wars. Not fights- wars.

*Raph is almost always the victor, but Leo has gotten him a good few times.

*They’re a terrifying ler duo against Mikey and Donnie. They sometimes have competitions to see who can make Mikey and Donnie laugh the most. It’s all in good fun though and they never take it too far.

*He loves pinning his victims down. He’s a wrestler so he’s great at it too. Much to his brother’s dismay.

*Raph is this big stoic guy who acts all tough, but he’s just as ticklish as his brothers.

*His ribs and plastron are his worst spots. He kind of hates that they’re so accessible too.

*But he can’t lie that he doesn’t have fun getting tickled by his brothers.

*Like how Mikey would get cheer up tickles before they were accepted, Raph gets them after because of words said before they thought they were going to die.

*His brothers decided he needs more tickles and brother bonding time after that. ❤️

*It’s mostly them pinning him down and tickling him before they all get into a cuddle pile.

*He’s genuinely terrified at how good April is at tickling-

*He can’t seem to pin her down or get her laughing as much as she can make him laugh.

*She’s just really good at tickling his plastron, and having more than three fingers on each hand definitely helps.

*I can see him and his wrestling friends having sleepovers and wrestling all night which lead to tickle fights.

*They also get curious about his shell and the fact that he’s a talking turtle. So they end up “examining” him which was just them poking and prodding at his shell and stuff which really tickled.

*He gets them back though. He’s incredibly strong and has tons of experience with tickling.

*Raph doesn’t really blush when he’s flustered. He kind of gets all defensive and tries to turn away from whoever’s teasing him.

*If he’s pinned down, however, he’ll close his eyes and turn his head away. That is until he’s getting tickled and his eyes are now wide open trying hard to fight off his offender.

*Is a big kicker so whoever’s tickling him has to be careful. He’s accidentally hurt his brothers a few time because he flails so much.

*He doesn’t mean to, he’s just a squirmy dude.

*Is a raspberry menace and no one can convince me otherwise.

*He thinks they’re silly and the sounds that come out of his brothers mouths when he uses them are so hilarious.

*His brothers are terrified of them. They tickle like hell-

*Raph is the most susceptible to them though. 🙃

*He. Lose. His. Shit. 👏

*Mikey, Leo and Donnie can make him agree to anything if they all raspberry his platoon at once.

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Day in the Life of the Nakajima Household

Aka Atsushi’s tiny dorm at the ADA that he is forced to share with 3 murderous individuals.

Tickle fic!! Lee!Atsushi, Lers!Lucy, Kyouka, and Akutagawa + a little Ler!Atsushi, Lee!Lucy (romantic Akuatsulucy and platonic Kyouka addition)

It’s the orphan poly + fellow orphan Kyouka!!!! ❤️🤍🖤💙 I wrote this a while ago so it’s all in present tense LOL. When I first had the idea, I was hesitant, but then I started actually watching the BSD anime and got to know all their characters better so here it is!! They make me SO EMOTIONAL

Also bonus mini HCs at the end!!!!!!!!!

(Ignore the cringey ahh emoticons LMAO it’s just that all of them are so creature-coded)

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Atsushi’s dorm at the Agency is certainly not made to house four people. It’s hardly big enough for two. Kunikida looks one noise complaint away from bursting a vein in his forehead, but, well, nothing has ever gone to plan as long as Atsushi’s involved.

Despite their statuses as Port Mafia operative and former Guild disciple, Lucy and Akutagawa come over so often that Atsushi’s colleagues hardly bat an eye. The two have even taken to calling it “their place,” which Atsushi thinks is kinda unfair — both for his living situation and his heart.

It’s a peaceful kind of day today. Kyouka’s inside journaling, Aku’s at the store — because he has the most stable paycheck — getting groceries, and Atsushi and Lucy are outside, watering the plants around the building.

“Someday you should get us a garden,” Lucy says while she sprinkles water over the tiny blossoming daisies. “So we can take care of our own plants instead of these ugly trees.”

Atsushi sends her a playful glare from where he’s watering said trees with a hose, smiling. “Do I have to do everything in this relationship? My pockets are crying thanks to you guys.”

Lucy scoffs. “Shut up, you! I give you discounts at the cafe all the time. I put my life on the line for you.” She tosses her hair and places a hand on her chest, and Atsushi holds back a laugh.

Maybe it’s his apprenticeship under Dazai, but Atsushi feels a bit mischievous today. In a move that he’ll probably regret later, he lifts the hose and rains fire over his life partner.

Gasping and spluttering, Lucy throws up her hands to block the spray. Her sundress soaks through and her braids quickly start to droop. She turns a murderous gaze on Atsushi through dark, sticky bangs, and he feels sweat run down his back.

“Atsushi Nakajima, you’re dead!” He spots a certain intensity in Lucy’s turquoise eyes.

Uh oh. He knows what that means.

Atsushi yelps and drops the hose, not even bothering to switch it off before he sprints. He employs his tiger strength, probably cheating, but Lucy could easily drag him away from reality and into Anne’s Room if she wants. Noticeably, she doesn’t, probably to drag out the anticipation. But she will have him. Atsushi is sure.

He races into the building and up the stairs. He doesn’t trust the elevator, but he has hope of escape if he continues on foot. In a blur, he spots his apartment number and pushes through the door, thankfully unlocked. Atsushi lunges for the closet, throws open the door and slams it shut behind him. He’s been on so many stealth missions; Atsushi knows how to be quiet. But he’s giddy from the chase and can barely restrain the frantic giggling he breathes out.

“Where are you, my cute little kitty? Come out, let’s play~!” He hears with his heightened senses. A shiver runs up his spine even while his face feels like an oven. He needs to remember that Lucy worked for the Guild, and their first meeting was a gamble for his and his coworkers’ lives. “Isn’t this a fun game! But you can’t hide forever.”

He really can’t, because there’s only so many places he can hide in his tiny apartment. He wonders what his chances are of getting out the closet and jumping through the window without Lucy noticing.

Just as he thinks this, though, the door flies open.

“Found you!” A grin full of metal shines through the darkness, and Atsushi screams. He tries to leap past her, but the wind is knocked out of his lungs as she tackles him onto his futon. Where did she get this strength from? Yet he doesn’t match her force with his own, mostly because, now that he’s caught, he’s found he doesn’t want to be free.

“Such a bad kitty,” she pulls him onto her lap with her elbows under his arms, and Atsushi feels her wet clothes press against his back. His ears are already pounding, hot. “I’ll show you what happens when you go up against Lucy Maud Montgomery!”

Suddenly there are fingers pressing into his sides. Atsushi yells out a panicked laugh. “A- Ahahaha! Luhuhucyhehehe I’m sorryhehehe!”

She huffs. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me!”

This is just the consequences of his actions, isn’t it? Her nails tease under his shirt and he throws his head back. “Stahahahap! Stop Ihi yeheheheild! Lucyehehehe!”

She toes the line between unbearable and gentle. The feeling runs through Atsushi’s every nerve, frying his brain until he can’t do anything but kick and flail around on his sheets. Lucy holds him firmly, a satisfied smile on her face that he can’t see.

She is doing this for revenge, but gosh is Atsushi cute. His cheeks are full and red, his fangs peeking out from under his lip. His giggles are nervous and flighty but ingenuous, the purest kind of happiness. Warmth runs through her face without permission; she really wishes she didn’t have such an embarrassing ailment.

When Lucy digs her fingers into his ribs and Atsushi squeals loud enough to echo off the walls, Kyouka pokes her head in from the other room.

“Oh, are we getting Atsushi?” she asks with a small blink. Lucy grins and Atsushi pleads.

“Ky- Kyouka plehehease! Hehehelp! I’m gonnahahaha dahahahie!”

“We are indeed, Kyouka! And he deserves it. I’m sure he would love if you assisted me.”

Kyouka’s expression doesn’t change, but her eyes twinkle. She strides over and seats herself on top of Atsushi’s legs. He cracks open his eyes to give his little sister a look of betrayal.

“Kyouka! Youhaha’re supposed to help mehehehe!”

“No thanks,” she says blankly, before drilling into his hips with an assassin’s precision.

“KYOUHOHOKAHAHAHA!” Even Lucy is a little terrified by the focus in Kyouka’s eyes, as if she were performing a surgery. But mostly she’s just pleased. She takes her hands off Atsushi’s ribs to clap, then repositions them in his underarms.

“YOUHOUHAHA GUHUhuys are soho MEHEHEHEAN!”

“This is discipline,” Kyouka states very seriously, and Lucy too laughs at that. Kyouka reaches forward and pokes Atsushi’s cheek. “You’re so squishy. Like a bunny. Squish.”

Atsushi turns pink; Lucy really wishes that didn’t make her flustered. “He is, isn’t he?” She pokes his other cheek. “Just as a tabby cat should be.”

Then Lucy worms her fingers into his neck and he scrunches up. “EHEHEHEE nohohoHO!”

While Lucy’s methods are soft in an evil way, Kyouka attacks with honed, concentrated energy, deadly in her efficiency. And with both of them on opposite ends of his body, Atsushi has no room left for thought.

And then the front door shuts with a bang.

Perhaps Akutagawa is too aggressive with his actions, and he squints apologetically at the door he slammed. Setting down the grocery bags on the counter, he winces at the ruckus in the apartment. Is that the Jinko’s screaming?

He walks into the main room to find what he’d expected to see: Atsushi pinned to the floor with Kyouka and Lucy dissecting him.

“This is just like you, Jinko,” he scoffs with a note of fondness, squatting beside the squirming, laughing Atsushi. “You’re not even fighting back.”

“RYUHUHAHA dohohon’t!” Atsushi shakes his head, his face a deep pink and his eyes crinkled shut. His smile is just as blinding as the light of the sun. Gross, Akutagawa thinks with a mini smile.

“Akutagawa.” Kyouka turns to him with that river-like gaze, clear but acute. “Join us.” Lucy cackles.

He smirks. “If that is what I must do.”

Though she calls out to Ryuunosuke now, Kyouka hasn’t forgotten how his words kept dragging her down as she swam desperately toward the light. But then he said he was proud of her. Plus, well, he’s involved with Atsushi. Kyouka’s grown to trust him, at least as long as Atsushi’s around. The same goes for Lucy, who Kyouka resented at first for endangering Atsushi, and for her harsh personality that pushes everyone away. That was before though, before she learned that Lucy is genuinely kind, only a girl at heart, and she’s really fun to talk to, and hug, and go shopping for plushies and clothes and crêpes with.

Kyouka would defend Atsushi’s happiness with the blade of a katana and the might of a demon. Because he’s the one who saved her, because he’s her older brother. He has a way of bringing out the light in those with the blackest of blood. Though he’s made many enemies, he has twice as many friends, Lucy and Aku included. She’s never been more sure that they care for Atsushi than now, engaging in something so purely affectionate. That’s why Kyouka pitches in, because her heart is full to the limit.

Speaking of which, Atsushi seems to be reaching his limit.

“RYUHAHAHAHA! LUHUCYEHEAHAHAE! KYOUHAHAKAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP!”

Akutagawa is rough and awkward as he claws at the center of Atsushi’s abdomen. Even Rashoumon is crawling up and down his sides. Still sitting on his legs, Kyouka is moments away from flying off, and it’s only through sheer determination that she remains in place. Lucy has slowed her assault out of pity (because she is soft for this man and terrible at hiding it), slowly dragging her fingers across Atsushi’s jaw. Kyouka copies her: Akutagawa really is ruthless. Atsushi’s floundering and screaming is amusing though, and she can’t hold back the soft giggles escaping from her own chest. Though his laughter is desperate and embarrassed, it’s also bright and overwhelmed with love.

“You should learn to take this, weretiger. If you wish to help people, endurance and inspiration of the soul are necessary skills to have.”

Which is basically fancy talk for: Your joy could cure the world’s suffering and you should show it more often.

“LIHIHIHIKE you wouhAHALD KNOHOHOW! AHAHAHA wahahaHAIT!”

“How foolish of you to sass me in your position.”

Atsushi’s chest barely gets the chance to rise and fall before another laugh is forced out. He probably needs a breather. Lucy, despite being the one to start this, is also the first to end it.

“Now now, Aku. Give him a break. We were at this for a while before you came.”

Akutagawa hums, but he retracts his hand and his ability. Lucy and Kyouka let up, and Kyouka removes herself from Atsushi’s legs. Finally free, Atsushi collapses into Lucy’s lap with an inhale that could rival a tornado. He tries to regulate his breathing with giggles interrupting, and he buries his face against Lucy’s thigh, turning to his original assailant for comfort. Lucy blushes even redder than Atsushi himself had because his tiny exhausted closed-eye smile is the cutest thing she’s ever seen, but settles her hand on his back for a massage.

“You hahall… ahawful,” he titters. “Lucy, I’m sohorry for hosing you.”

Kyouka appears beside Lucy and pats Atsushi’s head. Lucy sighs as if she’d just been hit with the force of all the love in the world. “I suppose I can forgive you. I’m a little less soaked now, thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, sorry.” His chuckles turn to sleepy mumbles. “That’s good, though. I’m glad.”

“Quit apologizing.” Lucy covers her face with her equally red hair and turns away. “You’re such a sap.”

“Far too soft,” Akutagawa adds, leaning down to press a kiss to Atsushi’s upright cheek. Kyouka moves her hand so Lucy can kiss the cat’s head too, instead throwing her legs over him and leaning on Lucy’s shoulder. Akutagawa is a clumsy distance from the cuddle pile, hunched over Atsushi, so the tiger throws an arm around his other life partner’s shoulders and drags him down to rest on his back, maneuvering himself so he’s on his stomach, chin on Lucy’s lap. She runs her fingers through choppy white hair and shifts one leg to lay on Akutagawa’s arm and establish a point of contact with everyone. She laughs quietly as she looks over their entangled position, like some kind of Tetris puzzle.

And then she starts laughing for a very different reason.

“ATSUSHIHIHEHEHEE!”

Kyouka flinches as Lucy’s shoulder jolts her off and blinks rapidly. Then she catches sight of Lucy’s hysterical expression and wide open mouth, someone’s fingers scribbling up her sides, and understands. Screeching, Lucy kicks and shoves at the boy in her lap, the culprit, and realizes that with all the bodies piled on top of her, there is no escape.

Atsushi, the ever perseverant hero he is, grins up at her with teeth white as an angel but pointy as a beast. “Revenge.”

And this is what happens when you go up against Nakajima Atsushi.

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Ryu may have the most money but he has near-zero social capabilities. They all lack people skills actually, but Aku lost the last video game tournament. So he’s doing the grocery shopping.

Also they love each other <3

I don’t know why I got so emotional with Kyouka’s POV but it’s probably because I adore her to the ends of the earth. Two paragraphs of just Kyouka reflection bc I think she’s the type to start daydreaming in the middle of an attack.

Relationship HCs:

Atsushi and Lucy — like lonely little children in love, so desperately it hurts

Atsushi and Akutagawa — It’s Complicated™️ (it isn’t)

Akutagawa and Kyouka — it is actually complicated, but they’re getting there

Kyouka and Atsushi — the purest form of connection, siblings <3

Kyouka and Lucy — sisters who give each other the freedom to just be girls

Lucy and Akutagawa — from strangers to not so much so, united by their love for one special tiger (they’re still getting used to each other)

This is a long-ahh footnote I’m sorry