#ler!yn

[gaybananabread]

howdy!

if the tickletober day is still open and you're comfortable with doing this, could I request lee!Macaque from LMK and a ler!Reader, using the day 2 prompt (chase), please?

and could the reader be gender neutral, if possible?

have a good day!

TickleTober Day 2 - Chase

~Ooo, an LMK request! I don’t get many reader inserts, so it’s always interesting to write one. Reader seemed like they should be a teasy little gremlin, so that’s the direction I took with things. I was kinda feeling off when writing this, so hopefully the grammar works. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Macaque

Ler: Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After being an annoying little shit, Macaque has pushed just about all your buttons. You know he just wants attention, and you have an idea on how to fix that… He’s not gonna let you help so easily, though.

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

Macaque sat in the shadows, waiting for his latest plot to play out. He’d had a strange urge to bug you recently, and he was never one to ignore his more innocent impulses. It wasn’t like you were going to kill him or anything…right?

Eh, consequences were for later. Right then, he was focused on your reaction.

You walked into your room, carrying a bowl of chips to share with him. The second your foot touched the floor, three shadow monkeys leaped out from under your bed, tackling you to the ground. They chirped as they snuggled up against you, practically pinning you to the ground in a cuddle-pile.

“What the- MACAQUE!” you fumed, glaring up at the dim corner of your ceiling.

As expected, a glowing purple smile and two eyes emerged from the shadows, one a damaged “X” shape. Macaque was grinning widely, the look on your face only adding to his amusement.

“Heya, sweet cheeks~ Why’re you looking at me like that? Got something on my face?” Oho, that smug asshole… He was gonna pay.

“Shadow monkeys. Off me. Now,” you grumbled, pointing to the cuddly apparitions; it would’ve been cute if you weren’t covered in chip crumbs, the bowl knocked from your hands upon impact.

“Ooooh, them! Yeah, that might be a little inconvenient.” Macaque whistled, calling the shadow clones. They climbed off you, thankfully; his clones kinda had minds of their own, but he wasn’t about to tell you that.

Once the clones had receded back into the shadows of your room, you stood and dusted yourself off. Great, now you needed to vacuum your room…

“Thanks, Macaque. I love it when I have to clean my room and buy more snacks.” Your unamused expression only made him grin wider, his tail flicking behind him. While it was kinda cute, your mind refused to focus on that while you were mad at him.

“No problem; glad I could help, hon.” Using his shadows, Macaque teleported right behind you to speak in your ear; while he knew he was pushing it, he couldn’t help himself. “You know you love it~”

You squeaked at the feeling, swatting at his head. He was gone before you even got close, teleporting closer to the door; it’s almost as if he knew he was gonna die.

“Ohokay, you little shit. That is it!” You whipped around, charging at him. As expected, he portaled away to some random spot in the house.

Little did he know, you knew why he was being such a dick. Macaque had been spending as much time with you as possible, and his clones had been extra cuddly. That only meant one thing: he was craving attention. That’s how you knew he wouldn’t actually try to get away.

Chasing after him, you ducked into the kitchen. While you couldn’t see him, you could feel his energy in the room; he was hiding somewhere.

“C’mon, Mac! You know I’m gonna find you; might as well just come out!” You started opening cabinets, listening for the sound of his portals. They made a tiny little noise when they formed, so you’d be able to tell if he cheated.

“Where the hell…?” You’d finished opening every cabinet, but he was still nowhere to be found. The only place you hadn’t checked was…no.

You pulled the fridge door open, and all the stages of grief flashed across your face as you saw Macaque shivering next to the milk. “Uh…h-hi?”

There was no response that even began to fit there. Before you could process the image of the man fucking hiding in the fridge, he teleported away with a giggle. That monkey…

Snapping out of your daze, you turned and ran to the living room; something just said he’d be there. Lo and behold, there was a monkey-shaped lump under the fuzziest blanket on the couch. Rolling your eyes, you walked over and sat beside him, lifting the blanket.

He was biting back a smile, shivering a little bit from his fridge trip. His tail was wrapped around his middle, trying to warm himself up.

“You’re impossible…” You sighed before pulling him closer, knowing he was probably pretty cold. He immediately snuggled up, not even trying to hide the chill. His fur was a little cool to the touch, making you shudder as he pressed himself against you.

“As cute as this is, I still need my revenge. Sorry, plum~” The hand petting his side switched to clawing, squeezing him tighter against you.

“Fu- Hehehehey! Nohot fahahahair!” He whined, but didn’t move away; your touch, while tickly, still felt quite nice. Burying his face in your side, Macaque just let himself relax.

You felt him melt against you, rolling your eyes at his goofy behavior; he was such a baby sometimes…

“You know you can just ask when you want attention, right?” You huff affectionately, moving up to tease his ribs. You felt the fur on the back of his neck bristle from the sudden attack.

“GYA- NOHOHOHOHO! I-IHIHI DOHOHON’T!” Macaque screeched, trying to deny the obvious. His tail thumped against the couch cushions behind him; the lie wasn’t very believable.

“Oh really? So, your tail is wagging because you hate this?” Teasing him, you moved a hand to scribble at the base of his tail. He snorted, and you couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sound.

“SH-SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Little purple sparks floated around Macaque, his powers reacting to the intense feeling. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he accidentally portaled away.

“But why? I thought you wanted attention, Mac; is this not good enough?” Deciding to be a little mean, you let your hand travel down to his hip. “How about I go for your favorite spot?”

“NO! NOHOHOHO, WAHAHAIT! IHIHIT’S GOHOHOOD!” Thrashing in your arms, Mac “tried” to squirm away. In reality, he could’ve easily broken away—but where’s the fun in that? Though he was denying it, the monkey was eating up every moment of your attention.

“Aww, I knew you liked it! Now, hold still.” Going for the kill, you kneaded the spot on the underside of his thigh.

Macaque absolutely lost it.

A loud, animalistic screech ripped from his throat as you targeted his worst spot. Before you could even think to tease him, a portal opened up beneath him, teleporting him across the room.

“Oho shit- are you okay?” You stood up, carefully walking over to the man. He was curled up on the rug, giggling like a mad man.

“Y-youhu- uhuhuhugh…” He couldn't even form a complete sentence, blushing furiously. His tail was still wagging softly, curling by his feet.

“That good, huh?” Kneeling beside him, you rubbed little circles into his back to try and calm him down.

“Shuhut up, jerk.” Macaque hit you with his tail, still hiding the smile on his face. If you listened close enough, you could hear the tiniest of purrs rumbling in his chest.

“Next time, just ask for attention. You know I'm willing to help, you doof.” Moving up, you started to scratch behind Mac's ears. The small purrs got louder as he slowly stopped caring about the noise.

“Wanna go lie down?” He nodded in response, using a large portal to take you both into your bedroom. And, of course, he was curled up in front of you, expecting cuddles.

You wrapped an arm around Macaque’s waist, pulling him close. The monkey was like a heated stuffie: warm, soft, and perfect for cuddles. Looping his tail around your thigh, he let his eyes close, purring softly from the cuddles.

“Night, plum.” Cleaning could wait until the next day. Right then, you were content to snuggle with Macaque ‘til sunrise—even if he was a little shit.

[alechans-cutetickles]

꒦꒷ boo♡︎booth day ꒦꒷

Day : 8

🇮🇹:Aw che carini,propio il momento giusto~ ^//^

🇺🇸:aw how cute,the perfect moment~^//^💕

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD THIS IS ADORABLE!!!! TOT

Ready! It was the first time I drew a comic book, so I could have confused something with the sounds)) For @gaia004 Part 2

[lonelyjuly8]

Hihi!

Could I request a Ler!Y/N with Lee!Moon and/or Lee!Sun? Maybe like a cleaning scenario? I can imagine that the daycare attendants have advanced sensors and they'd definitely get a little messy when taking care of the little ones!

Your art is amazing by the way! Keep making progress! I believe in you!

-Cloud Anon

I decided to color it :3

Thank you for your request, I hope u like it <3

I wanted to draw Moon as well but I didn't have time, I'm sorry you had to wait a month or two, I've been really busy

[yourfav-ashy]

suna rintaro tkl headcanons bc i can

yeah so imma cry bc i just took an hour to make these n it didn't even post right and it isn't here and i'm sad anyway 🙁

tw: none, swearing, might die cuz sunas so cute :)

lee:

-on a scale of 1-10, he's a 5/6 on the tickle scale :) it depends on the spot tbh

-pinches and squeezes to the backs of his thighs get him in hysterics, squeals, cackles, shrieks and all 🥰 his laughter is so angelic though honestly 😭

-the small of his back and the back of his ribs are bad too, like if you drag a finger down his spine he'll either squeak or squeal if his guard is down 😍

-if he's being a little dick, knead ur fingers into the back of his ribs and he'll BEG for you to have mercy, cackling and blushing brightly <3

-lil squeezes to his knees get him giggling too, especially if you do multiple in a row he'll throw his head back in giggles

-the back of his neck and behind his ears are sweet spots too omg if you're his s/o, pepper kisses across those spots and he'll MELT

-he's feather sensitive behind his ears, literally, like tell him you wanna play with his hair, have him sit between ur legs, place a feather behind his ear and he'll squeal and giggle, falling back into your lap. gives you opportunity to scribble over his lil tummy tho, another giggle spot for him. more snickers then giggles though if that makes sense, like more airy giggles.

-compliment him on his pretty smile, he'll love you immediately. he will absolutely melt and blush like the sweetie he is😭😭

-wiggle your fingers at him from across the room, a light little blush will spread across his cheeks and he'll clear his throat, giving you a death glare-- don't be surprised if he gets you later~

(BARK BARK WOOF BARK BARK THIS PHOTO--)

ler:

-this is gonna be long imma sucker for ler Rin'~

-okokok so if atsumus bring a little shit, he'll squeeze and pinch his sides or hips really quickly and briefly as he walks by him, shooting him a glare that says 'if you don't stop/stfu i will end wreck you'

-ok so he teases ppl a little, mostly if you're really close, like a bestie or significant other than he'll tease/tickle you more :)

-if you're friends then he'll scribble across your tummy or sides, smiling a bit at your reaction

-BUT IF YOURE BESTIES

-he'll come up behind you if ur sitting, doing the dishes, idfk you name it and he'll squeeze your sides absolutely vigorously and pinch up your ribs, scratching lightly beneath your bellybutton as he holds you in place with his arms. if he trusts you a lot and you trust him he'll even throw in some nuzzles into the back or sides of your neck, whispering little "tickle tickle~'s or 'such a pretty little smile, it suits the gorgeous little body you're in, cutie~' ANDDDD 'why haven't you said stop yet?- ohhh right~ you love this, don't you, hm? you love these tickle tickle tickles across your cute little tummy, yeah?'

-will make you ask for it if he feels mean lmfao

-'c'mon, you 'n i both know how much ya love the tickles! why not just ask for it? oh? "the word" is too embarrassing to say, hm? so maybe i should say it more often, whad'ya think? tickle tickle tickle~'

-OH MY GOD I GOT SUCH BAD BUTTERFLIES THINKING ABT THAT

-if you're his s/o he'll muzzle his head the way under your shirt and then give you little kisses all over your tummy, and light, gentle little kisses over your bellybutton🥰 occasional nibbles, and really just to drive you crazy, a few raspberries here and there if they really drive you up the wall.

-if you "hate" the raspberries he'll make sure to always lower his head to your tummy or neck and just wait there, to get you giggling in anticipation.

-oh yeah, you wanna tease him with wiggling fingers? he'll do it right back with a straight face. told ya, he'll get you back

-loves to send you innocent little messages like 'im gonna get you when you get home :)' acting all innocent with that smiley emoji 😒

-sometimes with osamu he'll have little challenges, on who gets flustered first and he'll team up with atsumu once AND ONLY ONCE and they'll both message osamu at the same time tkl talking him abt how ticklish his sides are and how he'd go crazy if they just walked their fingers up his ribs

-speaking of!! if he's cuddling with you, and you're both really just relaxed in each others touch, about to fall asleep- hell "walk" his fingers up your ribs verrrryyyyy slowlyyyy, smirking like the little shit he is and snickering as you try to not smile

-if you're brave enough to ask for tickles, he'll willingly give them to you with the sweetest smile and hearts in his eyes as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, all the while circling your bellybutton and lightly scratching between your ribs, blowing on your ear every once in a while

-if you're friends with him you'd probably have a lot of sleepovers, resulting in tickle fights (and by tickle fights i mean you getting pinned beneath him as he holds your hands above your head, wiggling his fingers above your armpits) and if you try to fight back, expect lots of punches to your hips and many, many, MANY scratches to your tummy :)

-also this fits into the anticipation category, but yk the pic above the 'ler' section? yeah he will 100% wiggle his fingers at you if you ask for tickles wanting you to REALLY ask for it and beg.

-as far as aftercare goes, cuddles. that's all that needs to be said, cuddles. he'll tell you about how pretty/handsome your smile is and how he could listen to your laugh for yours 💞

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if you couldn't tell i'm in love with ler rin💀 anyway that's all, hope you enjoyed :)

i might make a post of smth like the trio reacting to u being in the tk community (atsumu, osamu, suna)

bte @giggly-squiggily ik you like suna, so ill tag you here hope u don't mind <3

byebye ily

[lopsicle]

I’m writing this fic as a gift for a friend that means so sooo much to me!! @blushyeleven , you are an amazing friend to me, you always have been, your one of the best girls I know and I’m so sooo glad to be friends with you!! With that being said, enjoy the fic!

The Best Kind of Arguments

Pairing: Ler Tara x Lee Y/N (romantic)

Summary: Y/N decides to be pouty over a small argument and Tara tickles her out of her mood

Warning: Tickle Fic, Y/N will be referred to with either They/Them or You/Your, mostly tickles and not much buildup,

‘You know you can’t stay mad at me forever, right?’ Tara Carpenter asked, sitting on one end of the couch, with Y/N curled up on the other.

‘Mm.’ Y/N responded bluntly, barely managing a hum in response to their girlfriend. See, the two had gotten into a mini argument over a show they were watching together, resulting in a very pouty Y/N, turned away from Tara who was trying to console them.

Tara shifted towards Y/N, pinning them between her and the edge of the couch. She wasn’t taking this entirely seriously, she knew you weren’t really mad at her anyway. You only really got pouty with her when you were trying to get…oh. The Carpenter smiled to herself, before looking over to Y/N, who had their eyes locked on the dark, carpeted floor, facing away from Tara.

Y/N always got into moods like this, when they didn’t feel like asking for what they wanted. It took Tara a while to understand what you wanted but it became second nature to her. Y/N just liked being tickled, yet saying that out loud was an utter nightmare for them, so acting all annoying and pouty in the hopes someone would tickle them was the next best thing. Luckily for you, Tara was just dying for someone to tickle the life out of.

After being a victim of Sam’s tickle attacks when she was around, Tara picked up a lot of ways to make someone laugh, and squeal and scream from tickling and who better to use them on then her partner? It took her a while to notice that you never really tried to stop her from tickling you, but was ecstatic when she found out. Of course, it took a lot more tickling to get a confession out of you. Having a partner who loved liked being tickled was adorable in her eyes, even if it wasn’t easier to tickle you, it was a lot more fun.

‘You know Y/N, maybe you just need to smile,’ Tara exclaimed, her tone being slightly threatening and playful, you recognised it far too late. Those long nails of hers ran up your side; you could feel the sliding, sharp nails against your bare skin thanks to your crop top. The stimulating shocks jolted through your body, and reflectively, your arm crashed down to your assaulted side. You fought a smile coming onto your face, wanting to stay mad at Tara and wanting more tickles.

‘Come on, don’t hide that smile from me, Giggles,’ the black haired woman smiled playfully, crawling towards you a little more, not wanting to give you a chance to escape your tickles, even if she knew you wouldn’t want to. Tara then pried her hand between your arm and your side, squeezing it a bunch like she was trying to force the laughter out of your torso.

You wanted to respond but you know opening your mouth would lead to some laughter coming out, and that was far too risky. How were you supposed to look mad if you were giggling your head off? But that nickname did cause a bit of red to rush to your cheeks, your expression softening as you kept your face turned away from Tara. Your legs twitched and squirmed from the squeezing, fighting a smile even if she couldn’t see it.

‘Your never normally this difficult with tickling, do you just really want it today? What did you call it, a lee mood? Are you just in a bad lee mood?’ Tara know full well that it was called a lee mood but felt like riling Y/N up a little more. The heat radiating off of your cheeks was proof enough that it was working, making Tara smirk as reached her other hand over to your left side. Tara just kept squeezing your sides over and over and over, toying with the delicate skin while you shook in her grasp, but the tickles only lessened a little when you began to laugh.

‘Tahahahahara!!’

Your legs curled upwards to your torso, a halfhearted attempt to protect yourself from Tara’s tickle attack. With your laughter freely pouring out, a wider smile inches onto your face, to Tara’s amusement.

‘There’s the smile I’ve been waiting for! You really are so ticklish, I didn’t even have to try hard to make you laugh!’

She pointed out casually, those annoying, mean nails of hers working their way over to your stomach. Ecstasy and dread built up in you, the tickling shocks getting oh so much worse, forcing you to suck your stomach in. Your hand slapped against the couch repeatedly, like the tickling was filling your body with a sense that you’d die if you stayed still and just let it happen. Even if you knew you liked it, sitting still was a death warrant.

‘Shuhuhuhut up!’

You gasped through your laughter, feeling like being extra difficult if Tara was going to be annoying. It was only fair, she knew that being tickled was the one thing you couldn’t resist…sure you were trying to get her to tickle you, but that didn’t matter! It did seem like your comment worked there, as she let out a fake offended gasp.

‘Oh, really? Your telling me to shut up when your the one being tickled and your the one acting like a brat?’ Tara asked, prodding her fingers into your belly button occasionally, emphasising her words. She was tickling you before out of pure enjoyment, and she was still enjoying it, but now there was an element of vengeance to it which made her all the much scarier. You body felt still, like a predator was watching you and at any moment, it would just-

‘EEEP!! TAHAHAHARA!!’

Instinctively, you smacked against Tara’s hand, which had its nails dug right into your belly button, scratching and scribbling against the sensitive skin, tracing against the outline of your navel. Her fingers worked like clockwork, poking at all the right spots to make you squeal and burst out with laughter.

‘You should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat!’

Tara argued back, forgetting that she was tickling you to get you to stop being angry with her, just enjoying making you scream with laughter. She kept her nails antagonising your navel for a little longer, before, like spiders, they crawled over to your ribs. The raven haired woman’s fingers jabbed below your bottom set of ribs, making you squirm about beneath her at the lovely awful, mean feeling.

‘I-I wahahahahahasn’t!’

You argued, finally able to catch your breath again. Your ribs were a real bad spot, but nowhere near as bad as your navel was, so you could at least calm down a little. Tara didn’t seem that amused at your arguing though, or maybe she was, it gave her an excuse to sink her nails right in between your ribs, tickling every nook and cranny she could get her malicious nails on.

‘Oh, your telling me to shut up isn’t acting like a brat?’ She smirked. ‘You know you were, your just trying to get more tickles from me!’

‘N-nahaha, I-I-eeeep!!’

Her nails jammed themselves between your ribs again, scribbling around in a swift, skittering manner.

‘And you keep on lying to me, you know you love tickles! I’ll just keep on tickling your ticklish self until you can admit it!’

Tara said, adding the word ‘tickle’ in there a lot more then necessary, just to see your cheeks go even more red. Your girlfriend’s fingers ran up and down your ribs, tapping against them like they were a piano. She had a wide smile on her face, mirroring yours, despite your being brought on by a sadistic tickle attack. Even if you’d never admit, you were enjoying your time here with Tara…and the tickles.

‘Stahahahap shahahaahying it!’

Which really meant keep saying it, but Tara had gotten used to the weird reverse psychology you operated on. Tickling was just so flustering for no good reason, and your girlfriend teasing you with it? It felt like it should be illegal!

‘Saying what, ticklish? It’s not my fault, your the most ticklish person I’ve ever seen! I mean, do I even have to remind you…’

With that, Tara poked a single nail down into your belly button again, making you promptly curl up and seat at her hand like it was an annoying pest, because that’s what she was being!

‘IHIHHI’M NAHAHAT THAHAHAT S-SEHEHENSITIVE!’

That did seem to catch Tara’s interest though, a mean glint of mischief shining through her pupils while her hand left your navel.

‘Oh, not sensitive, huh?’

She asked, her words felt like a trap, like she’d pounce on you no matter your response. She emphasised the word ‘sensitive’, just reminding you that you couldn’t say the word tickle. You couldn’t match her gaze as you caught you breath, feeling the heat flush up to your cheeks.

Without warning, she’d suddenly take a hold of your wrists, your eyes widening in shock. You tried to fight back, just to make whatever she was doing harder, but her grip was ironclad. Seriously why was she so strong? Tara sat up high on the couch on her knees, dragging you by your arms so you were awkwardly laying on your side. Your girlfriend then slipped your hands under her knees, making your lay on your back with your arms trapped above your head, her grinning face looking down at you.

‘I mean, if your not sensitive, then you wouldn’t mind if I did this, right?’

She asked, planting two fingers on each of your forearms, beginning to agonisingly slowly walk them down to your armpits. Your armpits were, to put it lightly, nightmarishly sensitive. Tara learned quickly that you basically needed to be pinned if you were ever tickled there, being very ticklish also came with being very squirmy. And of course, seeing her go to your death spot poke by poke by poke was bringing out that anxious squirming in you; it was useless though, there was nothing you could do to protect your death spot now.

‘Tara, cahahme on, you dohohohn’t need to dohoho that!’

Came your desperate cry, not even able to hide your face from here now, so she could see those rosy cheeks, that pretty smile and the way your eyes light up whenever she just said the word ‘tickle’. Right now though, they were a lot more desperate for an escape. Her fingers came closer and closer to your armpits until…

‘Tahahahara!! TahahahAHAHRA!! TAHAHAHHARA, STAHAHAHHAP!!’

You basically screeched, your eyes as wide as they had ever gone while you twitched and bucked underneath her. Your laughter, which sounded so sweet and beautiful to her, poured out of your mouth with no way to stop it. Your legs kicked all around, pounding your feet against the arm of the couch, twisting your head all about. Yeah, you got really squirmy.

‘Stop? But I’m having so much fun, you know this is my favourite spot!’

She said, clawing her nails right in the centre of her armpits, scratching them against one spot, making those ticklish feelings build up more and more.

‘IHIHHITS SAHAHAHA BAHAHAHAD THOUGH!!’

Tara just giggled at your outburst, staring down at you.

‘It’s hard to take you seriously when your laughing so much, and when you were being such a brat earlier, why should I listen to you, hm?’

The Carpenter asked, pinching her nails against the hollows of your armpits at the ‘hm’ just to add to her question. You Damm near shrieked at that, your hips buckling up into the air from the sudden sharp feeling.

‘IHIHIHI’M SHAAHHAHAHAHARRY!!’

Tara’s smirk grew a little wider now, she always loved this part, where you’d been tickled enough to be reasoned with. It was a sign you were reaching your limit, but until then, Tara was gonna keep tickling her beautiful partner!

‘Oh, your sorry, huh? That’s cute, but I seem to remember you lying…something about hating being tickled?’

Tara tilted her head, really going for the kill with that one. You shook your head in denial, feeling that blush creep to your ears like an infection, but once you did, her sharp nails just began scribbling against your exposed armpits, making more and more sweet laughter spill out.

‘AHAHAHAHAKAY, I LIHIHIHIHKE IT!!’

After that horrifying revelation was forced out, the tickling actually ceased. Tara’s hands left your armpits but she didn’t get off your hands, your eyes closed as you caught you breath, finally letting your body be still and relax. Until her nails dove right back in, tickling away at your armpits again.

‘And am I the best girlfriend in the world?’

You shot up instantly, half expecting you spine to snap off with the speed you reached. That same adorable smile you had for the whole tickling session was forced right back onto your face as you stared up at Tara.

‘YEHEHEHES!! YOHOHOUR THE BEHEHEHST GIRLFRIEHEHEND EHEHEHEVER!!’

You screamed as loud as you could, totally caught off guard by the surprise tickles. Luckily, Tara pulled away for real this time, gently rubbing her hands up and down your underarms, just to rub away any of the lingering tickles. You’d totally forgotten you were made at her at this point, all the sweet tickles you’d just received were clouding your mind like some cushy, comfortable bliss. Your eyes opened though, staring up at your girlfriend who had scored off your hands but was still staring at you adoringly.

‘Your the best girlfriend ever, Tara.’

[captainreecejames]

Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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[gaybananabread]

Hi Kasey! I'm honestly happy everytime I read your fics, it was all beautifully written & looks so effortful!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader, with lers todoroki and bakugou hehe (I'm thinking the reader is a new/transfer student to UA, and initially scared of bakugou and todoroki because of their "intimidating presence" during the UA Sports Festival). Deku wanted to show that both of his frends (Baku and Todo) are actually approachable, so Deku introduced the reader to them, and somehow say something that makes them tickle the reader lol (probably deku's saying the reader is ticklish or telling todo & baku in advance that the new student "reader" is intimidated by them so they show their playful sides when introduced to the reader) The readed can be male/gender neutral, but please no foot tickles, thank youu!!! Have a wonderful day Kasey!

AJASHSJ THANK YOUUUU!! That is so sweet, I'm happy you like my writing! 💚 Hopefully they arent too OOC, I really need to watch the new season (TwT) Little disclaimer, the bitch went and deleted itself when my platform updated, so I pumped most of it out at midnight. I'm sorry this is so late, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Lers: Todoroki and Bakugou

Summary: A new transfer student at UA, you're a bit scared of Bakugou and Todoroki's whole demeanors. Midoriya gives them some tips on how to seem less threatening. 

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

You had been at UA for almost two weeks, most of class 1A warmed up to you pretty quickly. You had finally figured out your class schedule, gotten used to Aizawa's power naps, and made a few friends. The only thing you hadn't gotten used to was how... intimidating some of your classmates were.

Todoroki and Bakugou weren't bad, they just didn't have a very friendly air to them. Bakugou screams and cusses, you were afraid to look at him wrong. And Todoroki... his stoic silence was enough to ward you away. He always seemed like he wasn't in the mood to talk.

One student you managed to befriend was Izuku Midoriya. The greenette did his best to make sure you were comfortable, introducing you to other students and rambling about their interests and skills. It was a bit hard to follow, but he helped you. He also couldn't help but notice your aversion to his two classmates.

He decided to do something about it.

-

"Come on Kacchan, you know I didn't mean it like that!" 

Midoriya had tried talking to the pair about their demeanors, and it went about as well as you can image. Bakugou was not pleased.

"I do NOT need to change for the newbie!" His signature scowl was on his face, his palms crackling as he yelled. He was a touch offended that Midoriya had asked him to dial it back a bit. He's not that scary... right?

"Kacchan... Please? I just want them to feel comfortable around you two." Todoroki hadn't said a word, though his brows were slightly furrowed. He didn't think he came off that intimidating. Sure, he didn't talk much, but you weren't afraid of him... right?

"Look, I'm not saying you two need to change. Just... show your human sides. Be playful, show them you can have fun." He wracked his brain, trying to think of what his classmates could do to show their new friend their playful sides. 

An idea popped into his head, making his face light up. Each of his friends had wrecked him within the past month. It's mostly harmless, and a great way to establish a playful relationship with the new student. "I got it! How about you two tickle them!"

Both students blinked, registering his suggestion. Bakugou was the first to react. "Uh, the fuck? How is that gonna help, Deku?!" Todoroki nodded, seeming to agree with the firey blonde.

"Okay, you two need to seem less intimidating, more approachable. You need to be playful! What's more playful than tickling?" Todo bit his lip, considering this. It had admittedly been kinda fun to tickle Midoriya, but with them? He didn't know if it was the best way to go about it.

"I don't know. What if it makes things worse?" Deku sighed, choosing his words carefully. Bakugou was still mumbling, surprisingly giving him a moment to talk.

"I'm not saying it's guaranteed, but it may help. And you didn't hear it from me, but... they kinda like it." That simple sentence took almost all hesitation out of Todoroki. He was still a bit iffy, but if they like it, it's worth a shot.

"Okay, I'll play. They like it, it's an idea. But you seriously think they're just gonna let us waltz up and tickle them? I'd beat the shit outta someone if they did that." The blonde's tone was shockingly neutral, the usual heat replaced with curiosity and skepticism. He wanted to meet you, to take away most of that unnecessary fear. You seemed decent.

"Well, no. Be sneaky about it. You guys are creative, just use a little teamwork. I believe in you!" These ideas could work. You needed to get used to the duo, and they needed to work on their people skills. It's a win-win, if they go for it.

Todoroki huffed before nodding. "I'll try it." His answer was short, yet it was all Midoriya needed. The dual-quirked student was willing to try and get to know you. If that meant being a little silly, so be  it. 

"Okay! What about you Kacchan?" 

The blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "Fine. Let's try it." 

-

You were sitting on the main room couch, trying to relax. Training that day had been a bit rigourus, leaving you kinda tired. Needless to say, you were more than a little surprised when you saw both Bakugou and Todoroki enter the common room. 

You were downright shocked when they both waved at you, coming to join you on the couch. Todoroki leaned on the back of the couch while Bakugou sat down beside you. Tension quickly found it's way into your frame, their combined prescence wracking your nerves.  

"Uh... hey guys. You need something?" They look between eachother, as if having a silent debate. Apparently, Bakugou lost, grumbling something before he speaks to you. 

"Jus' wanted to say hi. You seem decent, not like the other extras. Great smile, too." Okay, that's a bit out of left field. Hot-tempered Bakugou, complimenting your smile? He seems... almost playful. It's a complete 180 from the Katsuki you're used to. 

Todoroki, who's been characteristically quiet, said something that surprised you. "He's right. Your laugh is quite nice." You let your guard down, just enough to loosen the muscles in your shouders and arms. This... wasn't what you were expecting at all.

Seeing you relax, they moved onto Phase 2 of their poorly-discussed plan. Bakugou moved his hand to your side, stopping just shy of your skin. You couIdn't help but freeze up, seeing his fingers twitch ever-so sligty, just inches away from making contact. Clearing your troat, you looked back up at Todoroki.

Both students wore the same mischevious expression. The smile compliments, wiggling fingers, smirks... Oh shi-

Before you could react, 10 wiggling fingers descended on your sides. Baku's tickles were rough and fast, quickly sending you into a giggle fit. "Bakugohohohou! Whahat are you dohohoing?!" 

The explosive teen smirked, continuing the onslaught on your poor sides. "Tickling you, dumbass. What else would I be doing?" You batted weakly at his hands, not putting up much of a fight. You didn't really mind. At least not nearly as much as you were pretending to. 

Feeling a bit left out, Todoroki grabbed your arms, holding them above your head. Using his free hand, he gently prodded at your armpit. The difference between Todo's light, teasing tickles and Baku's fast, rough torment had your head reeling, little squeaks dotting your laughter. 

You could fuel Bakugou's hands exploring, slowly making their way across your stomach. Todoroki contined to tease your armpit, occasionally moving down to knead your ribs. The moment the blonde's fingers reached your belly button, you squealed and twisted in Todo's grip. 

Baku took the opportunity to tease you, wanting to establish a playful mood. "Found your giggle button, eh? The squeaking is cute, keep it up." 

If you had the choice, you would *not* have kept it up. Being called "cute" by Bakugou wasn't something you felt like reliving. But, with a teasing explosion boy on your belly, you couldn't help but continue.

Todoroki kept his pace steady as he teased your  armpit. He didn't want to go too far. The gentle tickling was somehow worse, building up you anticipation and setting your nerves on fire.

You wriggled and squirmed, making a show out of trying to escape. They saw right though your act. It was adorable, they thought. 

"You really do have a nice laugh. It's good that you like this, we're having fun as well." It was shocking to hear Todoroki say this. The typically stoic, resigned teen's comment sends heat to your cheeks. They chuckle at your blush, deciding not to comment on it. 

"N-noho I'm nohot! Shuhuhut uhup!" The teasing made it all twice as bad, their sweet words ramping up your sensitivity. On top of that, Todoroki started to actually tickle you, digging his fingers into your armpit and ribs. It's not unpleasant, but just enough to bring loud belly laughter from you. 

The intensity increase wasn't awful, but you were reaching your limit. A bright red hue had taken over your face, slowly spreading down your neck. Your squirming had doubled and contained actual effort at this point. It was getting to be a lot.

The pair picked up on this rather quickly. Todoroki was the first to stop, nudging Bakugou to do the same. After a few quick scratches on your belly button, he stilled his hands and backed off. The half-and-half student started to rub small circles into your back, letting go of your arms.

You were still giggling softly, phantom tickles buzzing on your belly and ribs. Todo smiled as you caught your breath, rubbing the calming circles while Bakugou grabbed some water. They had both learned from Midoriya that aftercare is important.

One glass of a water later, you had managed to stop giggling, your cheeks' glow fading to a light pink. Bakugou sat on the couch beside you, a small smirk on his face. You felt like you should say something, though your mind came up blank at the thought. They seemed to understand this, sitting on either side of you as the TV is turned on. Words aren't needed, those two have got this covered. 

As for your thoughts on them...

You definitely weren't as intimidated by them after all that. At least, not for the same reasons. The difference then: they were seriously good at tickling you. They know you enjoy it, but don't judge you or take it too far...

Maybe they aren't so bad after all.

[ticklishthoughts1]

The Painter

SO=Your Significant Other(The ler/dom in this Scenario)

YN=You(The reader)

NN=YN’s Special Nickname(Given by SO)

You had been hanging out with SO and a group of your mutual friends for about the last hour and a half, give or take. Throughout, you had decided to be a little brat, under the safety of being with the group, something you knew wouldn’t last long, but still. It was fun, messing with them, knowing that at least for now, they couldn’t retaliate. Suddenly, one of the friends asks if you guys had time later. SO shakes his head no, and with a pointed look, says softly “ YN and I, we’re going to be painting Later.” You hold back a small flustered noise, that, apart from a Satisfied smile from your SO, and a couple inquiring looks, no one notices. The friend who asks accepts the excuse with a “Ahh, some other time then! You guys have fun ^^”. SO Smirks, muttering to themselves “trust me, we will~”. Shit. The moment is no further mentioned after that, though your friends notice that you’re a lot more giggly now, a claim which you vehemently deny. Soon enough though, it’s time to go home, and you head back with SO in their car. They Let you have Aux, and you jam to the music, singing all of the songs (sometimes horribly, sometimes well) While they smile to themselves at your silliness. Soon enough though, you’re home, and you head inside together. They head in after you, and the second the door closes, so too does their entire demeanor. The calm, small smile changes into an Evil one, and they silently beckon to the bedroom. With a giggle of anticipation, you nod, briskly walking to it with a bit of a skip in your step. They follow, a hand on the small of your back, not to guide you, but simply because they feel the need to keep a hand on you most times, as if reassurance that you’re there. They lead you over to the bed, and gently lay you on it, Kissing your forehead, before saying in a low, smooth voice "Stay right here, NN. I'll be back~". God, that nickname always gets to you!~ You stay sitting there, giggling to yourself until SO comes back , with the necessary tools for you two to be “Painting”. Jars of Edible paint, and homemade edible ink, in all kinds of colors. A cup filled with paintbrushes, pens (already filled with the Edible ink), and feather quills. Electric toothbrushes, washrags, scrub brushes, all of which had been bought earlier for this specific purpose. They Grin, and Let out in a low, playful voice “Come here, my muse~”. A blush lighting up your face, you Oblige, coming over to sit in their lap. They play with your hair, humming to themselves, as they carefully pick out a brush and a paint. They giggle at the blush on your face, drawling out "I haven't even started yet cutie!~ No time like the present though~". You feel a finger traced across your jawline, tilting it up, then, you suddenly have the urge to giggle, as you feel a soft, small brush across your neck. It’s unexpected, and you jerk away, trying to swing out of it’s range. SO makes a noise of mock frustration, playfully saying “Damn! I messed up, it seems. Guess I have to restart~” You squeak out a “NOhohoho!~” Before they grab your chin powerfully, holding your jaw in place as the buzz of an electric toothbrush goes over your small pleads and Sorry’s. You feel the evil tool being gently pressed against your neck, and you do your best to scrunch it, bursting into giggles. Luckily, it only takes a little bit for the paint to be cleaned off, and for SO to start over, whispering firmly “NN, Hold Still.” You nod a bit as they restart. This time, expecting it, you’re able to hold still, giggling helplessly as you’re painted. You do a decent job keeping still as they paint over you, until they start tracing something directly up your ribcage. Your jerk backward into them, feeling the line move to the side as you do, and Immedeately laughing out “WAHAHAIT PLEHEASE!”. SO Chuckles, and purrs “Tsk Tsk Tsk~ I gave you one Job, YN. Couldn’t even stay still?” (Cont, another 2 Parter)

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Hey hey hey

So first of all I just wanted to say thank you for taking your time writing hcs or fics! I really appreciate it and I think everyone does too!

Soo do u by any chance have hc's for angry!ler!steve harrington knowing yn's worst spot are feet?

Anon that means the world to me 🥺 I'm very thankful for the support! I do also want to say thank you to y'all for your patience while I was on the unexpected writing break 💖 /gen /pla

These hcs will mention pinning and some ruthless t words under the cut so please feel free to skip this post if you're not comfy with those. Your comfort comes first! /gen

With that being said... Time for some angry!ler!Steve hcs AHJSJDJDJFJF.

Although I'm still working on the full ler!Steve hcs post, I will say, Steve Harrington is either the sweetest playful softie of a ler, or he is petty af and will dish out some ruthless tickles without hesitation (help. me. /lh /hj)

If Steve knows your worst tickle spots, you're not necessarily doomed... but if Steve knows your worst tickle spots and you pissed him off? Doomed. /lh

Angry ler!Steve is going to go right for your worst tickle spot. Immediately. In this case, if your worst spot happens to be your feet, he'll waste no time in locking your ankles in the crook of his elbow or sitting on your legs and tickling the damn daylights outta you.

Steve is a meticulous ler especially when he's angry, which means he is going to take his sweet time getting all the different tickle spots within that tickle spot- None of the ticklish spots on your feet will be spared (I deadass had to tuck my feet under something while typing this AHDJSJJDJF /lh)

He's also a sassy sarcastic sass lord which makes for some very flustering verbal teases. Like Eddie, he'll use mock sympathy (t-word kryptonite istg), but unlike Eddie, who gets super theatrical/might smirk or chuckle depending on how much you irritated him, Steve's mock sympathy consists of the pissed off and serious expression never leaving his face. Like not even a smirk- (this- this the one- terrifying <3 /lh)

"It tickles? Oh poor you. It's not like you were pissing me off all day. So sad. You totally don't deserve to get tickled. 🙄"

HE. WILL. NAME. THE. SPOT. HE'S. ABOUT. TO. TICKLE. (<- The most flustering it has been to type this mf word in a while)

"What was that? Don't get the spot under your toes? This spot? This spot right here? Whoops. Too late~"

Once he's dished out revenge (which let's be fr, is Steve finally and pettily quelling your menace of a lee mood), and made sure you're alright, his eyes will get soft but he'll still say something sassy to conclude his tickle attack.

"You're lucky Eddie wasn't here to help me, Y/N."

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LEE. MOOD. AGSHSHDJDJF 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️ (/lh) Anon this was so fun to write! Thank you for sending this in! /gen /pos

Until next time, everyone!

~ Ushu 💙 (/p)

[curled-up-blushing]

Uhhhhh could you a Lee yn and ler Alastoir

Or...

Vice versa, pls ,pretty pls

<:3 with shit -eating teasing

(Also you don't have to do it ,just asking)

Soo .. uh

BYE-BYE 💖

Sorry my requests aren’t open rn (｡ŏ_ŏ)

also I don’t do reader insert I’m so sorry

[lonelyjuly8]

Ah... Requests are still open?... I just wanted to rq tkl art of ler Moon with lee y/n... Please?... 💚✨

And your artstyle is just awesome, I can’t 😩💘

Hope you have a good day/night! 💜

Aww ��muchísimas gracias! Hope u have a good day/night as well (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Anyways here's the art u requested<3

[lopsicle]

I’m writing this in the middle of tickletober but I wanted to make it as a gift to a certain adorable lee!

Pairing: Y/N x Eleven

A night to remember

Warnings: SFW tickle fic, being restrained by powers,

Word count: 3353

Life at Lenora High could prove to be a pretty dull one. It wasn’t anything special, it was just a standard school, your typical bullies, friends, teachers and the occasional drama, but occasional was once in a blue moon. You did have a small group of friends to keep you company while you were there, but nothing was more boring or long than the maths class. Being seated at the back with no friends at the class, but a laid back teacher made this somewhat bearable. He’d explain your lesson for the first ten minutes or so then give you something to work on for a bit while he was doing God knows what at his desk. It remained this way for most of the school year, with you completing the work quickly as sitting in mind numbing boredom, with nothing particular on your mind. That was until a new girl joined your school. Jane Hopper, you had heard of her, mainly about the poor treatment Angela made the girl endure but you couldn’t really understand why. She was always doing her best to be kind and clearly just wanted a friend at this school.

The girl in question was seated next to you at the back of your class, however she had arrived a little late and appeared in the middle of the teacher’s lecture. A quick note being passed to him and his eyes darted around the room before shrugging ‘eh, just go sit at the back.’ Jane nodded and merrily skipped her way down, taking a seat next to you carelessly as she pulled her bag into her lap and started rummaging through it, pulling out all her stationary. An order from the teacher came to copy down the lengths of writing covering the board and you began to glance around your desk, trying to find your pen. You stared blankly at your open book, tapping at your empty pockets before you felt a cold touch on your shoulder. You flinched your body away slightly, before turning your head to look at the girl, seeing her offering you a pen. You took it between your fingers, whispering a small ‘thank you’ which left a smile appearing on her face. She looked like she wanted to say something else, her fingertips were left tapping at the smooth wooden desk as you could almost see the cogs turning her head before she made a small ‘oh’ sound. Pulling a notebook out her bag, which she then plopped onto the desk, she flipped it to a random page and writing ‘hi’, with a heart for the dot over the I. You stared at the pink writing, the tiniest of blushes on your cheeks as you wrote back a ‘hi’ of your own to the girl, deciding not to mirror the heart yet. The conversation kept going like this, you would take small breaks from your work to talk to her, and she would take breaks from writing to you to do her work, you learned that she had only recently moved here with her brothers and mom. Then came another question, a blunt one. ‘Do you wanna be friends?’ laid on the paper, written in a yellow marker, Jane had an anticipated smile on her face as her legs were slightly swinging under the desk. You pondered for a moment, not to decide if you wanted to be friends with her, of course you did, but simply on how to answer. You settled on a shy ‘of course I do’, which made Jane’s face beam with excitement.

You encountered your new friend again the next day, outside of your classroom. Your bag was half heartedly draped around your shoulder as you rummaged through your locker, grabbing a couple books with your left arm. As you shut the gleaming red locker door, Jane’s face was poking out right behind it, practically inched away from. You let out a quiet shriek and flinched back, dropping one of your books from your growing pile, which the girl effortlessly caught. ‘I’m sorry, did I scare you?’ She asked, offering you your book back, which you gladly took and shoved back into your backpack. ‘No, that’s just normally how I greet my friends,’ you smiles back at her, as she let a small giggle escape her. She began to follow you confidently through the halls, talking about some mindless blabber about something to do with geography class, until something in particular caught your attention. ‘Well, my brothers are going to the movies this Saturday, and I don’t wanna spend my weekend alone, so I was wondering if you wanted to have a sleepover?’ She asked sincerely, standing by your side as you froze in your tracks. You hadn’t realised just how attached she had gotten to you in just a day, but it did make sense to you, a sleepover would be the perfect way to get to know Jane better. ‘Did I say something wrong?’ She asked, looking at you in the eyes with a unreadable expression, though she seemed to have a hint of worry buried in her slightly parted lips. ‘No, no you didn’t,’ you reassured her with a sigh, and Jane let out a breath she didn’t know was bottled up in her lungs ‘and I’d love to go on a sleepover with you tomorrow, Jane,’ you stated clearly with a smile; the girl tapped at the floor with her shoe repeatedly, clearly excited as a wide smile spread across her face. ‘I can’t wait, you made me really happy!’ She admitted honestly, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the girl’s antics. ‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll see you in maths, okay?’ You asked with a raised eyebrow to which she nodded with a giddy ‘yep!’

Walking through the door, you immediately saw her sitting there. She had left your chair out for you and was staring at aimlessly at the door, poking her head upwards when you came in. There was a small glint in her eyes as you moved closer, your bag dangling from your elbow as you sat next to her. ‘You seem excited,’ you pointed out, shoving your bag underneath your desk and taking a seat. ‘Of course I am, I wanted to see you again,’ the girl’s legs were kicking back and forth delightfully. You felt your heart flutter slightly at just how attached Jane was to you already, and you realised you were probably her only friend at this school. While you were lost in your thoughts, your pencil case slipped through your fingers and landed softly on the ground. Luckily it was still safely zipped up so it’s contents didn’t spill out onto the floor. ‘I’ll get that,’ Jane stated as she reached her hand down between the small spaces of your two chairs, brushing her nails against your side as she went. A small buzzing sensations formed in your side, your fingers curled slightly and you let out a high pitched shaky breath, awkwardly moving your side away from her fingers, as if you were unsure if you wanted to it. She turned her attention onto you, blindly clawing her fingers around the floor to try and find your pencil case. ‘Doing okay up there?’ She asked with a raised eyebrow and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of heat rise to your cheeks. Tickling was something you had always loved, giving or receiving, but mainly receiving. The only problem was is how rare it was to get tickled, you could count the amount of times you’d been given tickles on your fingers. And being so tickle starved had made you generally flustered with anything to do with the topic. ‘M-mhm,’ was all you could weakly hum out in response. ‘It felt funny..’ you muttered quietly as she handed you her pencil case, which caused her lips to curl into a smile. ‘Funny, huh? I thought the word was ‘tickle’,’ she said, almost obliviously but she couldn’t help but notice how a vibrant danced across your cheeks as the words her left her mouth. ‘It..i-it can mean the same..’ you nodded, unsure of where to go from here. On one hand, you desperately wanted the tickles, but on the other, it would be far too flustering, especially in class, to even lead on that you like it. ‘So, you’re ticklish?, Y/N’ She asked, but it was more of a statement. The brunette slowly brought her hand down off the table before suddenly wrapping her fingers around your size and giving it off a soft squeeze. You jerked upwards in your centre, your knuckles turned white as your nails dug into your palm to stop you from laughing in the class. Another squeeze and you legs kicked under the table, you took in a shrill exhale through your nose as you hit down on your smiling lip, your laughter threatening to break. ‘Jane, Jane, nahahat here!’ You said in a shouted whisper, and you could feel her fingers loosening around your side. You unclenched your body and breathed a sigh of relief, before feeling another squeeze, causing you to let out a quiet laugh, that luckily was only for Jane’s ease. Your shot her a look, but it was hard to come across as mad when your face was red and smiley. ‘Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, but don’t worry, I’ll keep all tickles private from now on!’ She stated bluntly, and you felt like you could just melt into the ground right there. She was gonna do this more? She wanted to do this more?! ‘Yeah, okay,’ was all you could say in agreement and your mind was practically racing with what might happen at that sleepover.

Lucky for you, you wouldn’t have to wait too long. You practically burst out of your bed on Saturday, over the moon to spend the night with your new friend. She said you could come at any time from 3PM so you spent most of the day like normal, before starting to get ready at 1:30 PM. By luck, your and Jane’s houses weren’t that far from each other, only a twenty minute walk away so you left yourself with plenty of time. You settled on wearing a yellow and white striped T-shirt, blue jeans and black converse, with white ankle socks. You also kept a small necklace around your neck, and kept a gemstone bracelet on your right wrist. You decided to bring a small bag containing a bit of food, and a piece of paper with your house number on it that always seemed to slip your mind. Believing yourself ready, you happily left the house, waving goodbye to your parents as you started a quick and vigour walk to Jane’s house. The air was gentle and blew warmly around, the sun was covered by the clouds, but it wasn’t raining, leaving a warm temperature shooting through the streets. The walk there was pleasant enough, boring but pleasant. Your mind wandered as you went, but you couldn’t draw out what happened in class from your mind. Your face was turning red before you even got there, and you wanted to see Jane more then over. Three knocks was all your planted against the worn out door in front of you. There was barely any shuffling from behind the door, or a wait before you heard the lock being slid open. She must’ve been waiting there for you for a bit, but you decided to stay silent on that. She had most of her hair tied up behind her with a yellow scrunchie. She had a T-shirt that was a random mixture of dark and blue and black shorts with a white strip going down them. In an instant, a pair of arms were wrapped around you and you could feel her almost bouncing excitedly. ‘I’ve been waiting for you for so long! I’m so glad you’re here!’ She shared which you giggled at and ruffled the girl’s hair. ‘I’ve been thinking about this too, it’s the only thing on my mind.’ You shared with her as she shut the door behind you. The two of you scurried up the stairs into Jane’s room, and it was really pretty, baron but pretty. It had some element of safety and warmth to it, or maybe that was just Jane herself.

You could practically feel her smirk raise as she shut the door behind herself and brushed some hair out of her ear. You gulped slightly as you sat on the bed, your back leaning against the banisters with your legs in front of you. ‘So, are we gonna talk about yesterday?’ She asked, sitting next to you, cross legged. ‘W-what about yesterday?’ You asked shakily, not wanting to force tickling to be the subject. ‘Oh, just you being ticklish!’ She affirmed, giving a small jab to your side. You kept your reactions under control and only let out a small bounce and a shaky breath. ‘O-oh, I’m not that t-sensitive anyway, so..’ she raised an eyebrow at you. ‘Oh, really? So your not t-sensitive anywhere else?’ She mocked, causing your cheeks to redden as the girl rolled onto her stomach, her face and hands at the bottom of the bed as she left her curled knees next to your face. You realised what she was doing a little too late as she already had one arm wrapped around your ankles. You practically jumped up, giving a tug at your legs but her grip was surprisingly strong against you and you could only watch as she pinched the tips of your socks and pulled them off. ‘Hey, Jane, wait, we can talk about this, right?’ You tried to plead, almost desperately as your nails dug into the bed sheet. ‘Aw, but where’s the fun in that?’ She responded, placing her fingertips against your arches and slowly dragging them up and down. Your teeth sank into your lip as you tried to keep your laughter under control, shaking your head as your knuckles turned white, they’re grip only getting stronger as you gave another fruitless tug into your ankles. Her fingers curled, leaving her surprisingly long nails to stroke against your arches. ‘Dah! Waihahahahat!’ You abandoned the bed sheet, raising your hand to cover your mouth and muffle the giggles that were already pouring out. As you raised your hand, you noticed a surprisingly ironic opportunity to get Jane off of you. The girl’s curled knees had left her bare feet dangling in the air near you, and it almost seemed too easy. Using your free hand, you placed your nails on the centre of her soles and began clawing at the skin and her reaction was almost instant. She jumped upwards, flipping herself over and curling her knees to her chest. By the smile on her face, you could tell she had to suppress some laughter. But that smile quickly turned to a grin. ‘Oh, you must really wanna be tickled, huh?’ Your face could only redden as she crawled closer towards you, and you tried to splutter out a response. ‘W-who said that?’ You asked, seemingly taking the accusation seriously which caused Jane to giggle. ‘Relax, I’m not being serious,’ the girl crawled into your waist, her legs on either side of you and you felt your anxious squirming come to a stop, you couldn’t really get her off you at this point. She did take both of your wrists and slowly guide them until they were above your head. She pulled her hands away and quickly wiped underneath her nose and you began to feel like your arms had been glued in the position. You couldn’t budge them even an inch! ‘J-Jane, what did you do?’ You asked, a slight bit of worry as she began slowly dragging her nails down your underarms, getting closer and closer to your armpits as the anticipation bubbled and boiled inside of you. ‘Do you really care?’ She asked in response, avoiding the question. Your breathing hitched, your response was lost in the overwhelming excitement in your mind that you were actually getting tickles that you proved the girl right, you didn’t really care. Her nails were at the rim of your armpits, you could already feel your lips parting to let out some giggles, but she just started dragging her nails back up your underarms, leaving you a giggling, somewhat disappointed mess from the lack of tickles. ‘

‘Jahahahane! Whahahaht are you dahahaahahaing?’ You asked her, trying to sound serious but you just couldn’t through your laughter. ‘What does it look like I’m doing? I’m tickling you! And my, my, I haven’t even gotten to any actual spots and you’re already giggling like crazy! Imagine what it’s gonna be like when I get to those armpits of yours!’ Her words just made your reddened face worsen, causing her to giggle loudly at your predicament. You wanted to hide your blushing face behind your arms, but it was no use while she had you pinned down. The feeling of anticipation seemingly made those nails tracing against your delicate skin feel so much worse. Without warning, she plunged them into your armpits, causing your hips to buckle wildly upwards against her body. ‘NahahaahaahAHAHAHAHahahaha, gehehehehehet ouhahahahat of thehaahahahaahahahaahare!’ You pleaded, but there was a playfulness hidden in the words that Jane had uncovered. ‘God, you’re already squirming so much and I’m barely even tickling you yet!’ She mused, a wide smile forming on her face as she started circling her fingertips into your exposed armpits. You tugged at your wrists once more. Whatever she had done had really left them stuck up there, but you couldn’t really see them from this position. You tried your hardest not to squirm after that, but you occasionally kicked upwards whenever she hit a particularly sensitive spot. ‘Hm, I wonder if you have any other adorable little tickle spots..’ she muttered, but she clearly intended for you to hear it.

The girl began slowly dragging her fingers away from your armpits and next to your ribs before starting to poke at them. You jumped at each poke, letting out a little giggle for each and occasional squeak at your lower ribs. ‘Ooo, sweet spot?’ Jane grinned slowly, raising an eyebrow at you as you just became more and more flustered at this whole ordeal. You didn’t really have much time to process however as she began clawing all her nails against your bottom ribs, scribbling and squeezing against them as you got more and more squirmy. ‘Nahahahaahahahah, geheheEHEHEHEeheehht ahahahahahahaahahff!’ You laughed out loudly. ‘Awww, is someone a bit too ticklish for this?’ The girl smirked, enjoying finding your worst spots, but she knew it couldn’t be as bad as this. She kept one hand digging at your ribs as her right hand began exploring further and further down your side, creating an odd mix of giggles and loud, uncontrollable laughter, paired with the odd squeak. ‘Wow, you must be really ticklish, huh?’ She asked with a raised eyebrow. You threw your blushing head back against the pillow, laughter pouring out of your lips as you viciously squirmed, digging your heels into the bed as your back arched up and down, trying halfheartedly to get the girl off of you, essentially out of instinct. ‘S-shuhahaahAHAHAHAHahaht up!’ As the words left your mouth, you could feel her warm fingertips trace up from your side to stomach; stretching her fingers out before rapidly clawing against your sensitive skin. ‘I don’t think you should be talking with such foul language with the situation you’re in right now!’ She reminded you, as her nails were practically vibrating into your skin, causing you to bounce, wriggle and squirm at the touch. ‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH MY GAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHD, PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASE!’ You screeched, your body thrashing against the mattress in any way it could, you began to feel tired from the amount of squirming you had been doing, and not having much breaks between your laughter. Jane seemed to notice this and slowed her tickling, pulling her hands from your stomach. However, you were still giggling and a bit squirmy, which caused her to raise an eyebrow before giggling. ‘Oh, you have phantom tickles, don’t you? That’s adorable, you really can’t handle tickles!’ The back of her fingers descended onto your belly and you winced quietly, before you realised she wasn’t tickling you anymore. Her hands were just gently rubbing the phantom tickles off your belly as you took in deep breaths. Whatever she did to your arms was wearing off by now and you slowly pulled them down to your side, stretching the slightly sore limbs. ‘Well, that was certainly fun!’ The girl giggled, crawling off your waist as you gently sat up staring at her, your hair a mess from your squirming and your cheeks still a light pink. Still, you nodded back at her, a bit shyly, which she smiled at obliviously. ‘Great, I’ll be sure to do it again sometime!’ And your face was back to being red again.

Wow, wow, wow, this is my longest fic yet, so I hope it does somewhat well! Either way, I’m really proud of that, even if my writing style wasn’t that consistent

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At popular request (aka the onceler cosplay person's) here's my y/n x the onceler fic i wrote less than 20 min after getting my wisdom teeth removed.

under the cut cause it's... a ride

cw for sexx and vore, but its extremely tame cause i was high and sixteen when i wrote this

@moth-tea-merchant (who's apparently the onceler cosplayer)

 it was a warm day that was cold. y/n was sitting on her front lawn looking at the butterflies and flowers and admiring being allergic to pollen when she lookd next door and there was…

A NEW NEIGHBOR!?!

“What?” y/n said. “i didnt kno i was getting a new neighbor!!!”

and then he walked out the house that is next to y/n’s. the neighbor is green like a green bean and he is tall also like a green bean adn y/n really likes green beans.

mmmm yummy green beans. roast them gril them stir fry then steam them. all green beans are good. even yucky ones. y/n starts drooling.

neighbor man looks over and says “hi i am named the onc*ler,”

“I am y/n” y/n says, “you look like a green bean.”

“people say that a lot,” on*eler says sadly.

“oh,” yn says. y/n offended the green bean man oh no.

the once*er leaves and goes back into his house to finish moving in because that is what he was doing. y/n looks at him and drools and thinks about eating her favrite food, green beans.

then all of a sudden, gren the *nceler comes out of his house.

“y/n i am in love with you!!!!” he sasy.

“i am sorry,” y/n says, “but i only love green beans”

“well i have a secret,” oncele* says, “i am actually a greenbean that was turned human.”

“oh em gee1” y/n ays. “we r perfect for each other!!!”

and then they kiss. the oncel*r’s mouth tastes like green beans and y/n likes that.

then they have sexx and y/n eats him like how praying manitses eat their mates adn also y/n really likes green beans. he tasted like a green bean. and that is how y/n fell in love and then accidentally ate her one true love. 

the end.

[gaybananabread]

Hiii!!! Would you mind writing a fic with lee reader and ler todoroki? Probably the reader is best friend with uraraka and midoriya. Since uraraka knows that the reader have a crush on todoroki, and midoriya know that the reader is super tickles. Both of them decided to create a situation where todoroki tickles the reader lol And the reader was like "ofc this is uraraka's and midoriya's doing!", and both of the reader bestie were just laughing from behind seeing the reader got wrecked by his biggest crush P.S. the reader can be male/gender neutral (up to you), and please no foot/palm tickles, thank you so much!!

This is my first time writing a reader insertttt I hope this doesn't suck. This is waaay later than i wanted to get this out (T~T). Sorry for the delay, Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Ler: Todoroki

Summary: You have a massive crush on Todoroki. Your friends Midoriya and Uraraka have the perfect idea for you two to bond. Unbeknownst to you, it's a little sillier than you ever could have imagined.

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

To say you liked Todoroki is an understatement. You were crazy for the guy. His stoic attitude, his gentle smiles, his soft laugh. Every interaction sent a flurry of butterflies loose in your belly. Your friends knew this well.

Midoriya and Uraraka were your closest friends. Every time you would sneakily glance at Todoroki, or volunteer to spar with him, they would gossip to eachother like grade schoolers. They knew one thing: they had to set you two up. And they had the perfect idea.

Thanks to a random dorm argument, Midoriya and Iida found out you were ticklish. A few pokes to the side during their bickering had led to a tickle fight, in which you lost. Badly.

As for Uraraka, she had been taking note of both Todoroki's and your favorite things. Like movies, drinks, foods, anything she could compare. Turns out you guys had decently similar tastes.

With this knowledge, they got together and finished planning the lovely interaction, with a twist. One that was sure to get you two together.

Over the next week, Midoriya subtly dropped hints about your ticklishness to Todoroki. He mentioned the tickle fight during a hang out, in which you had badly lost. The bi-quirked teen seemed mildly interested, storing the information for later. The broccoli boy also made sure to poke your sides a few times around Todoroki, making you yelp and huff each time.

Uraraka mentioned some of your similarities to Todoroki when she got the chance, a food or movie you both enjoyed. She then would hint that you've been a bit down lately, which wasn't entirely untrue. You had been moping about being single lately. She just played it up.

They kept you in the dark about it all, not wanting to scare you off of the idea before it was ready. You had your suspicions, but not enough to actually look into it.

Finally, the time came. They had told everyone to stay out of the main dorm area for a few hours, promising ice cream in return. It was a bit expensive, but worth it for you two.

Uraraka had you seated on one of the couches, staring off into space. Midoriya had told Todoroki to check on you, maybe cheer you up in the process. With the two of you in a room, alone, everything was coming together. They were watching from the sidelines, of course. They wouldn't miss this for the world.

Todoroki came up to you, trying his best to be subtle. "Hey (y/n), how are you?"

You snap your head up, hearing him speak. Your voice is a bit shaky from surprise. You hadn't expected him. "Oh, um, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

He takes your surprise for uneasiness, sitting down beside you. He smiles softly, trying to seem open. "Just checking in. You've been a bit down lately."

His smile sends a small swarm of butterflies fluttering in your chest. Your eyes widen as he sits by you, the closeness a bit shocking. He normally kept his distance. "I-I mean, I guess I have been. It's nothing to worry about though."

Tapping his fingers, Todo tried to think of something to say. He wasn't the best with emotions, and he could tell you were hiding something. He cares about you, he just doesn't show it. "That's good to hear. Just, uh, talk to me if you need anything."

He smiled and poked your side, trying to be friendly. He was a bit surprised at the noise he got in return. An idea formed in his head, inspired by Midoriya's actions over the past few days.

Leaning a bit closer, Todoroki slowly inches a hand towards your side. "You know (y/n), laughter can sometimes be the best medicine. It can help cheer you up."

You catch onto his plan just a moment too late. "Todoroki, wa-AGH!"

Todoroki squeezes at your side, a small and mischievous smile on his face. To your dismay, your cheeks quickly redden, turning a lovely cherry red. Butterflies explode in your stomach, coupled by the tingling feeling of the tickling.

He sees all of this, a small chuckle escaping him. You look kind of cute like this. He brings his other hand to your stomach, scribbling across the sensitive skin. Nearby, two teens high-five while snickering.

Your giggling gives way to laughter as he scribbles, pokes and squeezes your sensitive midsection. You slowly connect the dots, Midoriya's poking, Uraraka's misplaced concern. They are so dead when this is over...

He doesn't know how to feel when you start to laugh. A million thoughts race through his head, his heart a melting-pot of emotions. All he knew what that he loved your laugh, and never wanted it to stop. A very small, light pink tint comes to his cheeks as he gets closer, trying and succeeding to box you in on the couch. You're trapped.

His hand starts to explore your torso, poking and pinching every ticklish inch of it. His smile widens at every surprised squeak and snort, his blush deepening just a smidge. He couldn't explain it. Seeing you smile and laugh just made him happy.

You see his reaction and your stomach explodes in butterflies, your heart rate doubling. It would be cute if he wasn't busy killing you.

He uses one hand to gather yours, pinning your arms over your head. It was a bit more forward than he was used to, but he did it with a small smile. You could swear that your heart was about to explode.

A smirk forms on his lips, happy and smug. Todoroki's confidence with you is growing, his playful side finally coming out. He slowly walks one hand up to your armpit, making sure to tease the skin along the way with a small scribble or scratch.

When he does reach the sensitive spot, he chuckles before digging in, making sure to be fast and rough. His timidness from the beginning of the interaction is long gone, leaving only giddy smiles and forward actions.

You, on the other hand, were about ready to lose your shit. The intense buzzing in your armpit trickles down to your ribs, your entire left side practically on fire (hehe) with the feeling. The hand still poking and prodding at your stomach was just adding insult to injury.

"You have a cute laugh. You should let me hear it more often." Todoroki's voice is surprisingly teasing, a hint of flirtiness edging in. He's having fun.

The firey blush on your face seems down to your neck, the butterflies attacking your stomach. This man... you don't know if you'll survive this interaction. How are you ever gonna be around him again without thinking of this?

This continued for a few minutes, you laughing your heart out while Todoroki turns your brain to mush. Your laughter has a bit of a raspy edge to it, and Todo knows it's time to stop. He slows his hands down, slowly ceasing the tickling. Releasing your arms, he sits back and looks you over.

You're still giggling like a dork, trying to regain both your breath and composure. Your face is bright red, tears of mirth shining in the corners of your eyes. He would be a liar if he said you didn't look adorable. He does worry when you don't say anything, thinking he crossed a line.

"Are you alright (y/n)? I didn't mean to overdo it, did I go too far?" He sounds guilty and apologetic. This was some of the most emotion you've ever heard him express.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. You comfort him before the bubbly feeling in your chest chokes you up. "Hey, you're fine. That was just... intense, is all."

He softly smiles as you reassure him, loving the blush on your cheeks and the happy smile that you're trying to hide. A familiar feeling settles in his chest, but he finally puts a name to it. He had known you felt different to him, but only then did he realize why. He... likes you. A lot.

Biting his lip, he leans in closer to you. Before you have the chance to stutter and get flustered, he presses his lips against yours. Your eyes go wide before relaxing, closing as you smile into the kiss. It's soft and sweet, telling you everything he was thinking.

He pulls away after a second, way too early in your eyes, an apology already forming on his lips. You don't let him say a word, crashing your lips into his. This time, the kiss is excited and passionate, conveying that you had felt this way for a long while. He returns it, cupping the back of your head. The two of you wouldn't be leaving that couch for a while.

Meanwhile, Uraraka and Midoriya are giggling like schoolgirls, high-fiving as they watch their plan finally come together.

Needless to say, Todoroki and you get together. Your best friends obviously take all their deserved credit for hooking you two up, never letting you live down how it happened. It's worth it, however, to be with him. It always will be.