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@fluffleetoast I always think of this moment as canon ler Rolf and ler Kevin đ I mean, Rolf saying heâs partial to feet?! Ler coded âš
#yes theyâre about to beat him up but still!#Iâm tagging it as a tickle scene#even tho I know itâs not#tickle scene#tickle scenes#Ed Edd n Eddy tickle#Ed Edd n Eddy tickle scene#Eddy#lee Eddy#ticklish Eddy#Kevin#ler Kevin#Rolf#ler Rolf#cartoon tickle#cartoon tickle scene
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love ur candybats art!! Love ur style in general =)
idea: kevin gets back at Streber for wrecking him?
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Thank you, anon! You guys went insano style on my inbox so I just wanna thank y'all for all the kudos and requests!
I'll get to them soon but in the meantime, here's Kevin being the meanest ler imaginable by attacking the behind his knee (MY BANE) (â  â ïœ„àž±â ïčâ ïœ„àž±â )
#sm tickles#ler kevin#lee streber#my art#ask answered#anon#spooky month#sr pelo has a w art style and im all for twisting it my own way
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Can I request hcs about ler!Kevin and Lee!Kenny? I feel like Kevin would be a major ler to his little brother!
sure! And most of these are pulled from @fluffleetoast they write amazing stories about the McCormick family!
So seeing as how Kenny is the only one canonically with a job out of the siblings, I could see Kevin feeling bad for his hardworking brother but as most brothers tend to do, they never express their feelings outright. So seeing how tired Kenny is I see Kevin wrestling him to the floor and tickling him out of nowhere just to get a smile on his face :)
Kevin knows exactly where to target to get Kenny to laugh and Kenny hates that he loves that fact LOL like he does like getting tickled but Kevin is an expert on the matter and thatâs very dangerous
As Kenny grew older their fights became more and more evenly matched but Kevin always gets the upper hand somehow and tickles Kenny silly. And Kevin always has to remind Kenny that heâs the older brother for a reason
And when Kenny starts making different outfit styles when he gets older (like when he started going out in his Hawaiian shirts and flip flops and shorts, I would like to think he had quite a few style changes before landing on that one in his later years) Kevin almost makes him put back on his favored parka when he sees all his exposed skin and tickles him thusly
But thatâs not to say Kenny hasnât gotten Kevin a few times as well! Thereâs never any hard feelings involved, itâs fun all around :)
thanks for asking!
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Two short stories, two longer stories, almost six Google doc pages, 3377 words and one new nickname for Liv, it is with great pleasure and relief that I finally bring you
Three times Ethan tickled his partners, and one time he didn't
Ethan delighted in the soft giggles that arose as he gently squished the small bit of pudge that hung just slightly over the waistband of Streberâs pants. One of his favorite people, who heâd seen at his best, and recently at his very worst, was healing.
âYouâre getting soft again,â he commented, resting his head on Strebâs shoulder.
âIhi knohohohow.â
âI missed your squish so muchâŠâ
âIhitâs nohot that muhuhuch.â
âBut itâs something. Itâs progress. Progress Iâm glad youâve madeâŠâ
Ethan pressed his cheek into Streberâs, feeling his face heating up a bit. He loved how much the genuine affection got to the poor nerd.
Ethan gently pinched up and down Strebâs tummy, listening to his giggles vary in pitch, from his normal voice to high and silly, admiring every adorable sound.
âI think your new squish is even more ticklish than before~,â he teased, adoring the flustered squeak he earned, and unable to resist giving his cheek a little kiss.
âI love you~â
âIhi love youhu tohohoo.â
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âLIV GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!â
âItâs too late, Ethan, I canât unlearn your weakness!â
The two had been locked in a chase around the house for several minutes. Ethan had recently let slip a particular secret of his to her sneaky questions, and now he was determined to make her pay for it. The only problem was that she was well-versed in running from her partnersâ wrath, so he was having a tough time cornering her. However, he was also growing adept at chasing down his partners, so he had a few tricks of his own.
One of which came in the form of a very conveniently timed boyfriend.
âLEON, GRAB HER!â he shouted as Leon rounded the couch, which he was chasing her towards. In one swift motion, Leon grabbed her under her arms and swooped her up off the ground, leaving her legs to kick uselessly in midair as she protested using several threats and curses.
Ethan stopped in front of the two, taking a minute to catch his breath, before pointing at the redhead.
âYou. Did you think youâd get away with that little stunt?â he questioned her.
âYep, AND I was absolutely gonna remember it, too! Iâd FINALLY have a leg up in our tickle fights, you giant ler!â
âWell, now youâve earned yourself a one-way ticket to getting wrecked, good job. May I, Leon?â
âLEON- I swear to fuck if you hand me over to him I am gonna dump ALL of your protein powder into the toilet!!â
Leon gave the small redhead in his hands a glare at the ill-timed threat, shortly before handing her like a ragdoll over to their boyfriend with the simple statement; âGo nuts.â
âW-Wait! Leon! THAT WAS A PROMISE!â she called after him as he returned on his original route to the kitchen, before looking back at Ethan.
âHi~â
âU-uhm, hi?â
âWanna apologize for your little shittery?â
âI donât apologize for that. You know this by now!â
âReally? So youâre just gonna let this happen?â
âLet what ha-â she cut herself off as she realized what he meant. âOh. Fuck.â
The chuckle Ethan let out was unnecessarily threatening, and Liv felt herself forcing down a nervous smile of her own.
âE-Ethan, no! I-I- I swear, i-if you tickle me, I-Iâll tell someone about it! You wonât know who, and you wonât know when until itâs too late!â she warned, wriggling in his grasp, trying to get herself down.
âHm, guess Iâll have to tickle ya until you promise not to tell anyone!â
âWait what-â
She squealed suddenly as Ethan practically threw her down onto the couch beside them and dug his fingers into her ribs, prompting her to grab onto and pull at his arms.
âEhehethahahan! Nahahoho! Youhu jeheherk!â she insulted him, inadvertently digging herself a deeper hole.
âLiv, the more you fight, the worse itâs gonna get. If you wanna get out of this, you have to be nice. Start by apologizing for being rude~â
âNehehever! Ihiâll nehever gihive ihihin!!â
He couldnât help but laugh at her stubbornness, especially considering how hard she was already laughing. Never change, Liv.
He grabbed her left hand, hoisting it up over her head and raking his fingers from her underarm, down her ribs and side, all the way down to her hip, then right back up, causing her to squeal and smack at him with her remaining hand.
âNyAhaHAHahaHAHaha EHEthahaHAN!! WhYhy THAhahAHAT?!â she demanded, her laughter gaining a quality Ethan could only describe as fittingly chaotic. She attempted to twist away from his hand, only to find that Ethan had very well adapted to keeping up with her constant moving.
âBecause it makes you sound adorable!~ And because itâs even worse for you, which isnât as big of a reason, but still a reason. Tell ya what. Iâll make a deal with you. All I want you to do is say sorry for being a little shit today, and youâll be free! Sound good?~â
Once again, in all her stubbornness, Liv shook her head in refusal. She was always determined to keep from apologizing for her (admittedly harmless) actions, but unfortunately, Ethan seemed to have gained his patience back.
âThatâs ok, Iâve got all the time in the world to keep tickling you until you change your mind!~â
âBUHuHUhuHUhuHuhuT Ihiâm TOOHOhohO TihiHIHIcKLihIHISh!! IHIâLL DihihIHIHIE!!â
âOh, donât be so dramatic! You might be extremely, adorably ticklish but you wonât die! Youâll just either succumb to cotton brain or have to apologize,â he reasoned, âIf you were gonna die, itâd probably be from this.â
Suddenly, he let go of her hand and began raking his newly freed hand up and down her other side, moving in the opposite direction to the other, raising her laughter up much higher than he expected.
âFUHUHUHUHUHUCK EHEHEHETHAHAHAHAN!! IHIHITâS TOHOHORTUHUHURE!! TOHOHORTUHUHUHUHURE!!!â she practically screeched, grabbing onto his hands and flailing every which way in an attempt to escape, even going as far as to attempt to shake his arms to try to pull him off.
âAnd yet you know exactly how to get me to stop! But youâre not gonna, are you? Because however much you yell itâs âtortureâ or that itâs gonna kill you, youâll always keep being a little shit, just so someone will pin you down, and tickle you until you canât think because itâs just so fun. Isnât that right?~â
âSHUHUT YOUHUHUR FAHAHAHACE!!â She tried to cover his face with one hand.
âYouâre not even denying it at this point! But, I know exactly whatâll get to you. Exactly whatâll get you to apologize, and end your supposed torture~â Ethan cleared his throat and leaned in close to make sure she could hear him.
âTickle tickle tickle~â
âEHEHETHAHAN NOHOHO!!â
âTickle tickle tickle~ Such a cute little ferret getting her tickles~â
âYOUHU AHAHAHASS!! NOHO TEHEHEASIHIHING!!â
âBut why not, hm? Canât I give a cute lil ferret her teases and tickles?~â
âWHEHERE DIHIHID THEHE STUHUPIHID FEHEHERREHET THIHING COHOME FROHOHOM?!â
âWell, youâre just like one! Youâre wiggly and hyper and love causing mischief until someone gives you attention. So now, youâre a wiggly, ticklish little ferret, whoâs getting all her tickle-tickle-tickles~â
âFIHIHINE FIHIHINE IHIâM SOHOHORRYHYHY! NOHO MOHOHORE TEHEHEASIHIHINGGG!â she finally gave in, and Ethan let go, just as he had promised, letting her make her attempts to stop laughing and even out her breathing.
âYouhuhu⊠ahare fuhucking ruhuhuhuthlehehessâŠâ she managed as she slowly calmed down, earning a soft chuckle from Ethan.
âMaybe youâll remember that next time. Of course, whether that stops you or spurs you on is up to you~â
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âEHEHETHAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE!!â
âAww, whatâs wrong, Leon? Too ticklish for tummy kisses?~â the goth cooed at his hysterical boyfriend, before peppering soft kisses all over his belly for the second time in a row. In response, he could feel Leon smacking the top of his head as though trying to dislodge him, despite having literally asked for this.
âCâmon, donât try to push away now. I thought you wanted a soft night in tonight~â
âIHI DIHIHID BUHUT- FUHUHUHUCK!! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!â he squealed as Ethanâs kisses trailed around to the side of his tummy, which somehow seemed to be much worse than the middle.
âThereâs so many little spots on your tummy, youâre so adorable. My big puppy boy~â
âIHI AHAHAM NOHOT A PUHUHUPPY!! YOUHU FUHUHUCKER!â
âAre you sure? Even if you wanna pull the tough guy routine, youâre pretty puppy-like. You have lots of energy, youâre friendly, you love having your tummy tickled, and if I do thisâŠâ Ethan gently pressed his thumb just above Leonâs belly button, making him kick out one of his legs in response. âYou kick like a puppy, too! So, Iâve come to the conclusion that you are, in fact, a puppy. Hm, Streber would be proud of me.â
âHEHE WOUHUHUHULDNâT! GOHOHOHOD, EHEHEHETHAHAHAN!â Leon pushed at his boyfriendâs shoulders, pure instinct driving his actions. He loved this, he knew he did, no matter how flustering it was.Â
But Ethan was never going to hear that.
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Ethan loved his feared ler status.
He found himself lucky to be in a household with so many partners that loved to tickle and be tickled the same way he did, and he found himself even luckier to usually be the one who ended up tickling the others. He was sure heâd won the most tickle fights in the whole house.
Well, next to Aria.
Him and her had been tied for the longest time; Ethan because he never resisted the urge to strike, and Aria because she knew how to keep people from predicting when sheâd strike next.
But today, he was going to change that. Ethan was going to show Aria who the most feared ler in the house was, by sneaking up on her and tickling her until she admitted it was him.
And now he was so close!
CloserâŠ
He crept up behind her as she leaned on the back of the couch, idly watching the news.
CloserâŠ
He could hear her humming. She sounded so distracted.
CloserâŠ
He could practically hear her laughing already.
Closer⊠NOW!
âGOTCHA- WHOA! FUCK!!â
Heâd lunged at her, and was taken by surprise when she whipped around, grabbed his wrist and lifted him with her free hand, slamming him down onto the couch, all the air rushing out of his lungs on impact. He coughed a bit as he regained his breath, looking up at her looming over him, her hand still on his chest and his wrist still locked in her grip.
âUhm⊠hi?â he smiled innocently.
âHi there,â she gave him an equally innocent look. Thatâs never a good sign.
âWell⊠uhm⊠how exactly did you do that?â
âWell, you remember how in high school I took ballet one year, and karate the next?â
âL-Listen, you canât keep blaming all the weirdly impressive shit you do on the weird shit you did in high school!â
âWell, Iâd be lying if I said they didnât have a hand in it, but I have been training with Leon lately!â
âOf courseâŠâ he rolled his eyes. It always fucking ties back to Leon.
âSo, mind telling me why you were sneaking up on me like a creep?â she raised an eyebrow at him.
âW-well, I was uh-â he was cut off with a grunt as Ariaâs weight suddenly shifted to the hand that was on his chest as she pulled her legs over the back of the couch; one landing between Ethanâs own legs and one in front of the couch.
âOww⊠It hurts when you do that, yâknow,â he told her, earning a small eye roll.
âSo youâve complained before. Now answer my question.â She smiled as she saw his eyes widened. He thought I forgot.
âS-so, uhm, I-I was uh⊠w-well⊠I⊠was⊠uhâŠâ he fumbled for an answer that didnât incriminate himself, and found himself unable to come up with anything.
âYou were plotting something, werenât you?â
Oh fuck.
âBut,â she glanced over the back of the couch, âsince you didnât bring something with you, Iâm gonna assume you werenât planning on doing anything that might result in a lecture from Streber. You werenât planning on trying to take that little title, hm?â
âWh-what title could that be?â he asked, averting his gaze, trying to suppress his nervous smile.
âThe title of the biggest ler in the house. Because that title belongs to me. And you know how I know that?â
Oh she is absolutely setting this up but how can I NOT-
âBecause youâre a cocky jerk?â he smirked at his own words, feeling a tinge of confidence.
That confidence faded as soon as her eyes narrowed at him.
âBecause you are awfully ticklish to gentle tickles. Arenât you?~â she leaned in all too close as she asked, âAnd luckily for you, gentle tickles are my specialty~â
âW-what are you⊠i-implying?â he asked cautiously, his eyes locking onto her hand as it moved from his chest to the side of his face.
âIâm implying,â she began as she began tracing behind his ear, causing him to choke down giggles already, âThat Iâm gonna do to you exactly what you were planning to do to me. Except Iâm actually going to make it effective, because we all know what makes you tick, Eth. And you are going to admit that Iâm the biggest ler in the house. Or at least the scariest.â
âIhi- Iâm n-not denying y-youâre the s-scariehest, Jehesus fucken Christ,â he managed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest from the threat of tickles alone. âB-but you are not th-the biggest leher⊠thatâs me.â
âHm. Then it looks like I am going to tickle you for the biggest ler title.â
âOh th-thatâs just n-nohot fairâŠâ
âItâs completely fair! After all, isnât that what you were gonna do?â she began to trace down his neck, causing him to squeak and grab her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at him, moving her finger in slow circles in the spot it was trapped in.
âLet go of my hand, or Iâm going to tickle you so bad you wonât even be able to think about today without getting in a lee mood,â she warned, and the look she had made Ethan sure she was being very serious, so he did as she said.
âGood, now how am I going to do this, hm? Should I play a little first, see how loud I can make you laugh without going for your worst spot, or should I go for that infamous little kill button right away?~ And even so, which one? The one where my hand would be trapped to trace until you can finally lift your arm, and even then thereâs no guarantee Iâll stop, or do I go for the one where you canât protect your poor little spot, leaving me to trace in whatever little shapes I want, and all you can do is laugh and laugh and laugh, because we both know you wonât be able to get out a single word. So many decisions to make, and the longer I take to make them, the more flustered youâll be, but I think I know whatâll make it ten times worse. One simple little question, that you ask all too often; What do you think I should do?~â
I think you should be less fucken terrifying, he thought, but truthfully he didnât know if he could get a word out. Being teased by anyone else isnât so bad, but this was Aria. She knew exactly how to get to him too flustered to manage a word, and it was working all too well. He tried to give any kind of answer, but the words caught in his throat, and all he could manage were a few flustered squeaks.
âEthan~ If I canât get a straight answer, Iâll just have to decide for myself, and you know Iâll pick what gets you the most~â she warned him, hovering her hand over his ribs and watching him flinch and try to squirm away, pressing his arm to his side in an effort to block her.
âA-aria⊠P-pleheaseâŠâ was all he could manage. He wasn't sure what he was trying to ask for, maybe mercy, but either way she seemed to be having none of it.
âWhatâs wrong, darling? Too scared to give me an answer? Thatâs ok, I think I know exactly what to do~â she cooed before she began to gently pinch up and down his side, causing him to finally release all the laughter heâd felt bubbling up in his chest. He squealed and twisted under her in an attempt to hide himself, but a quick scribble to his other side sent him right back onto his back.
âArihiahahaha! Plehehease, wahahahait! Nohohohoho!â he begged, resisting the urge to grab her wrist again and instead opted for grabbing his own shirt to try to ground himself.
âI donât think I will, Ethan~ Weâve both waited long enough for me to tickle you, and if you had to wait any more, I think youâd regret saying that, wouldnât you?â She began to skitter her nails lightly against his ribs before he could answer, making him laugh louder and kick his legs to try to dispel the energy. She chuckled softly as she watched him struggle to sass her, unable to get any sort of coherent thoughts within the fireworks of his brain to come up with something snarky to say. She traced up and down his ribs, delighting in every squeak and change in pitch, listening to him come so close to absolutely losing it just because he was that much worse off with such gentle tickles. As much as she wanted to dig in and watch him flail, listen to him cackle, she knew this was so much worse.
Occasionally sheâd dip just between his ribs and underarms, ripping a squeal from his throat, and just as quickly, sheâd be back to his ribs. She could see how badly it got to him; the way heâd tug at his poor shirt when she got a little too high and yet how heâd just barely whine when sheâd leave it alone so fast.
âWhatâs wrong, Ethan? Canât handle your tickles? Why are you so whiny, hm? Is there something youâre expecting?~â she couldnât help but tease him, knowing exactly what he wanted; for her to finally go after his death spot, for his brain to fill with fog and fireworks and be able to do nothing but laugh, to fulfill the buzzing anticipation that only got worse every time she tricked him.
Gradually she let up under she had her hand just hovering above that little spot that she knew she could destroy him with, smirking as she listened to his nervous, giddy giggles.
âWell, Ethan?â she asked, âGot anything to say?â
âP-plehehease, Ahariahaha⊠I-Ihiâm sohohorry, y-youhuâre th-the bihihiggehest leheher, I wahas wrohohong⊠plehehease, juhust doho ihihit ahalreheheheadyyyâŠâ
Aria blinked down at him. Heâs⊠asking me to wreck him. Just like that. In exchange for admitting it, he wants me to destroy him.
She smiled, and then she chuckled quietly.
âYouâre adorable when youâre desperate~â
Before Ethan had time to process it, his wrist was released and he felt an unbearably gentle tracing in that little kill spot between his underarms and ribs, sending him into utter hysterics. She watched as his shoulders shook with laughter, his arms clamped to his sides and he tossed his head back, and yet he seemed almost relaxed. She knew why, too; the anticipation of going after his worst spot was finally over, he finally got the tickles heâd been expecting from her.
After a few more moments of tickling him senseless, she finally let up, gently patting him on the head and giggling softly as he batted at her hand.
She looked up to see their other six partners staring at her from a few feet away, all six pairs of eyes wide and all six faces blushing. She couldnât resist the urge to smirk and raise her hands in wiggling claws, which sent all of them running in different directions, watching Confi struggle to make a decision before following Liv to her room.
Title secured.
#eun rants#sm#spooky month#sm tickles#spooky month tickles#streber#ethan#confi#liv#leon#aria#btw yea#the ship in place is Kevin's Haunted Harem#ler!ethan#lee!streber#lee!liv#lee!leon#leeon#ler!aria#lee!ethan
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*eats your art* This some good shit
Now, may I request lee Kevin and ler Radford? We all know he goes after Kev just to see his grumpy ass smile:)
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Oh yeah, I did this as well but I only post it because of the lack of storage on my iPadÂ
#do I really have to tag every character and the fandom?#okay letâs go#warrior cats#maple shade#undertale#flowey#dream smp#dream#technoblade#once-ler#spooky month#kevin#freedomsquad#germanletsplay#qsmp#qsmp tallulah#across the spiderverse#miles morales#im not going to tag the rest with âfanartâ#too much work for something I didnât want to post anyways
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Hiii!! Can you do ler Kevin and lee Kenny? And for the scenario can it be that Kenny is having a bad day and Kevin notices so he tries to cheer him up? Thank you :)
Thank you for the request! I love this idea!
Iâll just get straight into it since the request says it all :)
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Kenny and Kevin both got comfortable on their mattresses, switching off the light and letting the moonlight from the window illuminate the room.
The blue moonlight shone right at Kenny, who was staring into the window with sad eyes. Kevin looked over at him with a sigh.
âAlright. Thatâs it. Whatâs wrong, Kenny? Youâve been sad ever since you got home.â Kevin started, getting his brotherâs attention.
Kenny sighed. âNothing..â he mumbled, looking back up at the moon with his obviously sad expression.
âItâs not nothing.â Kevin shook his head. âI know you better than that. So tell me, whatâs wrong?â Kevin asked, getting up to sit next to Kenny on his mattress.
Kenny sighed. Kevin looked at him for a long moment. âWell? Whatâs up?â He persisted. He wrapped a gentle arm around his brother, pulling him closer.
Kenny leaned against his brother as he finally started to speak. âI hadâŠa bad day.â He mumbled, his quiet voice muffled by his parka.
Kevin nodded. âA bad day? Anything happen to make it a bad day?â He asked. After a short pause, he lifted his fists, mockingly squaring up. âDo I need to beat someone up?â He asked, making some punching motions in the air.
Kenny wasnât amused. He just looked away, andâgood grief, was that a tear in his eye? Oh dear.
âHey, lookâŠyou donât have to tell me right yet. For now, letâs just focus on making you feel better.â Kevin decided, as he pulled his brother in for a tighter hug. ââŠAnd I think I know just the trick.â He said with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
With the hand that held his little brother close, Kevin carefully traced Kennyâs side, smirking slyly at him.
Kenny noticed this, looking up at Kevin. âKevin, what are you-â he started, but before he could finish, his brotherâs fingers began fluttering lightly across his side.
âEek! Hey! Kehehehevin! That tihihickles!â Kenny exclaimed, grasping his brotherâs wrists and trying to pull them away.
âYeah, silly, thatâs the point.â Kevin said, scribbling his fingers into his little brotherâs sides some more. Kenny was trapped in a hug, and no matter how much he attempted to squirm away, his brother held him tight.
Kennyâs muffled giggles filled the room as Kevinâs fingers danced across his sides, traveling up to his ribs.
Kenny squealed into his parka, squirming around as his older brother dug into his ribs more. âKehehevin! Hehehey! Hold ohohon!â He pleaded breathlessly.
âWhatâs that? Hold on? You mean likeâŠthis?â Kevin teased, giving Kennyâs sides a squeeze that made him shriek. âWell okay, if you say so!â He singsonged, pinching and squeezing gently at Kennyâs sides.
âTHATâS NOHOT WHAHAHAT I MEAHAHANT!!â Kenny shrieked, writhing madly as he erupted with muffled little giggles.
âSTOHOHOP!â Kenny squealed, and with one last squeeze, Kevin stopped. âHaha, well, do you feel better, Ken?â He asked.
Kenny tried to stay mad at his brother, but he sighed in defeat. That actually did help. He just nodded, leaning his head on his brotherâs shoulder as he drifted comfortably to sleep.
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Kevin cheering Streber up via tickling
Next order of the night: Candybats
"CHEER UP TICKLES"
(Ps: Skid and Pump came to his mind because they were the ones who introduced it to Kevin)
#Tickle#Tickling#ticklish#Tickle spooky month#Request#Fanart#Candybats#Kevin x streber#Lee!streber#Ler!kevin#Sm streber#sm kevin
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An Eldritch's Endearment (a transcript)
Summary: Kevin has one of the biggest lee moods ever and would practically let anybody tickle him. Luckily, a certain monster has come to his apartment to fulfill his darkest desires
Word count: 6013
Characters: 33636
Tobi talks: Yeah, I did a self insert this time! While the og comic inspired this fic, please note the fic and art are completely separate scenarios. Either way, sorry for this being a little late, was busy with school and shit but glad I could get this out. Enjoy! (also tiggles are kinda intense so look out for that :P)
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Kevin has been uncharacteristically happy recently, despite his reputation as the typical grumpy cashier. The happiest heâs been would be on his days off, but today wasnât one of those days. When his boss would brush past him to get by, heâd practically leap several feet into the air. Along with that, he struggled to keep that stupid grin and his heavy blush at bay when sinking into one of his tickle fantasies. His own manager pointed out his odd tendencies but he always had an excuse for it.
Such a stupid thing to feel but the candyman craved it deeply. Kevin, after locking up the store and making his way down his usual route down the dingy, creepy road, quietly giggled to himself. His thoughts ran wild at the idea of someone just picking him up and going to town on him until he was a cackling, flustered mess. He would prod himself gently just to get the thrill of a devious ler poking him, making him flinch. He even laughed openly in the crisp air. Halloween was nearing its arrival and although he dreaded the inevitable rude customers and two certain annoying boys, that didnât ruin his mood.
These cycled his mind in an endless loop of anticipation and disappointment. How he wished for someone to just appear before him and give him what he desired, mercilessly tickle him until he was reduced to nothing but a puddle of giggles. The wind blew, sliding crisp air down his exposed neck. If it werenât for his heightened sensitivity, he wouldnât have even batted an eye to it.
But he couldnât help but grasp it and silently chuckled.
It tickled, just a little.
But an even stronger breeze came and he froze as he heard what he thought was his name. It was hushed and quiet, but whoever or whatever it was called his name. He brushed it off and walked up the steps to his apartment complex. Twisting his key in the door and opening it, he slammed the door behind him and slid his back against the door. The butterflies were still going.
He was smiling yet it hurt that this mood of his would dissipate yet again into an eventless night and he would be back to his normal self. The ravenette reached into his pocket and smiled to himself. Looking through his secret accountâs dashboard, he saw that his favorite author had written another fanfiction and posted it only a few minutes ago. While nothing could truly satisfy his desire, reading his favorite characters in their own silly predicament always brought a smile to Kevinâs face.
With the gleam of his phone on his face, he wasnât focusing on his environment. But when he briefly glanced up, he froze.
In the darkness stood a figure.
His heart began to throttle.
Whatever it was, he noticed them, and they spoke up.
âHello, Kevin.â
His eyes were as wide as saucers, there was someone in his apartment. It took his eyes a while to adjust but when it did, he could see the insanely tall figure of a woman. A golden eye slowly appeared where her head would supposedly be. It was slick and catty-like, scrutinizing the candyman as he sat there, perplexed. Kevinâs arm reached up behind him to scale the wall, touching the area before landing on the light switch and flicking it on.
The woman wore an oversized hat that covered most of her facial features, donning diamond earrings that reflected in the light. Clearly, the âguestâ in his home had a taste for fashion, especially when it came to shades of lavender and black, the primary colors of the fabric she wore. She outstretched her arms to her sides, almost welcoming him in a sense.
âNow thatâs no way to greet a lady, hm love~?â She had a beautiful British accent, making Kevinâs heart race. He encountered plenty of things in the past but she felt⊠different.
He would certainly feel afraid if werenât for her lax nature, she didnât feel like a threat.
âW-who are you?â Kevin weakly said, pressing up against the door.
The lady chuckled, nice and smooth against his ears as she seemed genuinely amused. It was honestly kind of cute.
âWhy donât we sit down and Iâll properly introduce myself there.â The woman purred before turning around towards the direction of his living room. He heard her boots click as she walked in and the creak his sofa endured as her weight placed pressure on the cushions. The lamp turned on, meaning that whoever it was right around the corner is someone he could completely see now.
Kevin stood up, shaken by all thatâs happened but felt compelled to follow her. He entered the living room and there he saw the woman, cross legged on his sofa, holding a glass of what appeared to be wine. Her features were fully visible now, her big hat was dramatic, topped with flowers, feathers, and a ribbon at the back of her hat. Her suit jacket was completely unbuttoned and wore a long, frilly skirt.
âCome now, love. We have much to discuss.â He was broken out of his trance when she spoke up. She stared at him with her thoughtful eye and patted the space next to him.
âUm, okay,â Kevin said, sitting directly opposite to her on his sofa.
Time seemed to freeze as the tall woman next to him continued to take sips of her wine, pausing in between before continuing to sip. The noirette just stared off, thinking about what was gonna do.
Was she harmless? She hadnât hurt him and even if she wanted to, he was sure she would do so already. It wasnât until the woman offered her cup to Kevin, not looking at him as she did so.
âSorry, I donât drink.â The woman seemed to have to process this as her arm didnât move when he rejected her request.
âI suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mrs. Mulberry.â An odd name to say the least but Kevin didnât comment on it.
She placed the nearly empty wine glass on his coffee table and turned to him, her golden eye watching him as she folded her hands together.
âIâve come to learn something very special about you, Kevin. And I think you know what~â
Kevin was now starting to get a little weirded out, this lady knew about him? He turned to her as well, locking eyes with her. âAnd whatâs that?â
Mrs. Mulberry in an instant had a toothy, golden glowing smile manifest. She chuckled menacingly, a chill going down the candymanâs smile in tandem. âIt would be better to show than tell.â
Her gaze got more intense, the single eye widening before relaxing. Kevinâs breath was caught in his throat, his heart racing. But nothing happened. He held his breath for a few more moments before releasing it, half-panicked. Itâs either that Mrs. Mulberry was messing with him or she had just done something he hadnât noticed yet.
âI wouldnât lower my guard so quickly if I were you, sweetheart.â
This lady had gotten comfortable with him awfully quick, so much so sheâs been pulling out more pet names. Kevin was visibly flustered and looked away. But was even more shocked that Mrs. Mulberry had stood up, revealing her true height as the lamp light shined up at her.
Kevin was going to make a run for it. He tried to clench his fist, but nothing happened. He froze for a second then his blood turned to ice, he couldnât move!
He screamed at his nerves to move something, a leg, a finger, but nothing was working.
âW-what did you do to me?!â Kevin said, panicked. Mrs. Mulberry just smirked at him, âJust a little something that would make my job easier, darling.â she said it in a sweet voice but her behavior suggested otherwise
His breath became ragged as her gloved, slender fingers approached him, wiggling at him sinisterly.
âNo, pleaseâŠâ He squeezed his eyes shut. Mrs. Mulberry had begun to zip down his jacket and slid her hand inside where she had full access to his torso. He was terrified and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for whatever pain would be bestowed on him.
Kevin was confused when her touch remained gentle, her fingers just softly grazing and squeezing the surface as if she were looking for somethingâŠ
He choked when she lightly poked his ribs, up and down she went, sounds building up in his throat as they began to be more and more unbearable.
A squeak escaped Kevinâs lips when he felt something wiggle against his ribs. Kevin was beginning to get an idea of what she was doing and all his fear seemed to disappear except for one part.
He looked up and saw her, she was staring at him smugly, daring to let out any of those sounds. The candyman did all that he could to look away.
âTickle, tickle, tickle~â Mrs. Mulberry began to quietly tease the poor boy, noticing how close he was cracking. Kevin was already beginning to go a little insane, snickering as her hands explored his midsection, tracing random shapes over his stomach.
She slipped her hands underneath his uniform shirt, feeling the pale skin shudder as the cold hands teased the surface of his flesh, âOh, how soft~â she pinched his tummy with endearment.
He was already smiling like a fool at this point, his face was starting to burn. But that barrier quickly broke out as laughter poured from when his lips Mrs. Mulberry began to knead to the pudge of his stomach.
âW-waHaHait! MihiHihis!â Kevinâs laughter was muddled with small hiccups as she relentlessly scribbled and skittered along his tummy. His chest shook with breathy cackles, although he remained paralyzed. His laughter doubled when she pushed her hand against his chest to keep him from falling over, exposing more of his tummy. The British woman without hesitation, began to claw at his gut, just enough to drive the candyman to hysteria. He wanted to throw his head back and scream to the heavens, to grab her wrists and beg for mercy but couldnât even do that much with how loud he was howling.
âMy my, what a ticklish little lad you are~â Mrs. Mulberry leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his belly button before releasing him from her force, allowing him to wrap his arms around his torso.
Kevin panted, still giggling he looked up at her. âW-what was that for?â
Mrs. Mulberry stared at him, turning her head curiously. âWhy, thatâs because you wanted to be tickled, correct?â He stopped for a second, his eyes shimmering with realization and now nervousness.
Kevin had been in his mood for a while now and couldnât help but want exactly what she said. He smiled awkwardly, giving her a signal he knew now.
âThatâs right. Youâve been in quite the lee mood havenât you, just begging for someone to come along and take you into their arms. Well, your wish has been fulfilled.â
Kevin huffed, âThatâs it?â This was exactly like the stories heâs read. He was loving it.
Now Mrs. Mulberry was smiling. âOf course not, dear. I can tell youâre not satisfied with your initial treatment. I would have come earlier but I had someâŠbusiness to attend to, such a shame you had to bask in such an insufferable mood, isnât it?â
The candyman stared up at the now-standing woman. The Brit sat back down next to him.
âWhere shall I target next, love?â Kevin exploded into red and immediately looked away, âI-I donât know.â he said quickly.
His face was cupped and turned to meet her gaze, now mischievous at his lie. âDonât lie to me, Kevin. You either choose yourself or Iâll choose for you~â Mrs. Mulberry would sound serious if it werenât for the playful tinge to her voice.
Kevinâs silly smile was squished by her hand as her forehead was pressed against his.
âI swheheear, I dohohonât know!â Kevin giggled, gripping her arm for mercy.
Her patience had quickly run out, and her gaze darkened.
âThat was your final chance.â
The irony hung in the air as Kevin shifted away his body, wanting so badly to laugh but so nervous about where she would strike first.
Mrs. Mulberry noticed this gesture and looked at him, âThatâs adorable honey. Unfortunately, it was a poor choice to make it so obvious.â she lunged at him and grabbed his legs to pull onto her lap.
âNow this must be a sweet spot~â
Kevin literally squealed and was pushed onto his back.
âW-wahait please not my feeheeheet!â Kevin cried, going mad with giggles as he curled his toes in anticipation.
âWhat? These adorable little things?â Mrs. Mulberry began to undo the laces to his shoes, panicking as she did so. No matter how much he pulled his legs and squirmed side to side, his ankles didnât move from the plush spot placed on her thighs, the invisible force had returned. He couldnât help but groan yet laugh in dread.
âP-plehehease Mihihihis, behehe gehehentleâŠâ Kevin now covered his eyes with his arm, but that didnât stop his infamous red blush from creeping up his face. He could now feel the shoes slowly slipping off and falling to the floor. As his anticipation grew, so did his giggling.
Just a few hours ago, he wanted this to happen, so why was he so nervous? Kevin didnât have any time to answer his own question as he felt fingers scratch against his socked soles.
A flurry of giggles slipped through the noiretteâs lips. âMwehehehehehe, gahahahahad ihihitâs so bahahad!â The noirette uncovered his eyes to look at their tormentor.
Mrs. Mulberry was skittering her fingertips all across his feet, not minding how they jerked and curled, which could be easily dealt with, but for now, she would take her time. âYour laughter is incredibly charming, Kevin~â
He begged to differ, he would die of embarrassment if anybody knew he was giggling like this.
âNohoho ihihitâs nahHAhahHa~â His laughter spiked, now hitting all sorts of notes. Mrs. Mulberry was dragging her fingers slowly across his arches, a sweet spot for him as he started to snort.
He tried to hold back but the noises kept coming through. Now a snorting, chortling mess, he wrapped his arms around his torso and just laughed, no longer holding back, and what came out shortly after left his stomach swarming with butterflies.
âW-waHahait nahAHAHAT tHaHat!â Kevin snorted, his hair disheveled and cheeks burning red. When he felt his socks being slipped off and exposing what heâd long been hiding, his eyes widened.
âDohohonât look-!â But it was already too late. Mrs. Mulberry saw what was underneath and gasped lightly in shock. Her sweet little lee had paws for feet, small pink nails, smooth pads that looked soft to the touch, and silky white fur that covered up to his ankles.
She looked at him fondly, âOh Kevin, how could you hide such a thing from me?â she poked his heart-shaped pad with her finger, making him flinch. âIâm going to have so much fun with these.â
Kevin screeched internally in terror, the thought of her working his paws made him cover his face in shame. He felt humiliated.
Until a gentle hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled his hand off his face, exposing his embarrassed expression to the Brit. âKevin, truly, this is nothing to be ashamed of.â
He looked away from her, how could he not, itâs such a weird thing about him he wished he didnât have. He felt her fingers touch again, but not in the way he expected.
It was affectionate and gentle. Mrs. Mulberry was tracing the heart-shaped pad with her finger, not tickling in the slightest.
âInstead, itâs very cute. You clearly take care of yourself.â
âWhat do you mean?â He huffed.
âThe fur is as soft as clouds and these little paws are an adorable pink color. Almost as adorable as that little blush on your face right now. â
Kevinâs âlittleâ blush had since spread to his ears, vibrating and pulsing as Mrs. Mulberry continued to compliment and praise him.
âHow can you be ashamed, dear? This is an endearing trait.â Mrs. Mulberry, even with her jarring teeth, gave Kevin a genuine smile. âThey are lovable and cute, you will someday meet someone who thinks the same way as I do~â
The candyman looked up at her and gave her that same genuine smile. It was gentle, yet so cute, the woman nearly wanted to smother him with kisses right there. âThank you, Mrs. Mulberry.â
Instead, she only gave him one kiss, smack dab on the center of his forehead. As soon as that ended, there was a shift in her expression. She was still smiling but it was no longer sugar-coated in comfort. âOh but of course, I canât ignore such self-destructive behavior, hm?â
Kevin frowned. âW-what⊠youâre not going toâŠâ
âThat I am.â
Mrs. Mulberry lifted her hat off from her head and swiftly picked the fluffiest, biggest feather out of the bunch. It was white and looked soft to the touch. Kevin swallowed a ball of saliva when he realized what she was about to do. She placed her hat back onto her head, grinning at Kevin who at this point had all the color drained from his face.
âI cannot let this incident go unpunished, isnât that right, Kevin?â She waggled the fluffy feather teasingly in the air.
Kevin reached to try and grab her arm but her strength was just too much for him as she easily moved him away onto his back. He could only watch in terror as the feather was brought closer and closer to his bare paws. Mrs. Mulberry stopped and took one single swipe from the bottoms of his feet to his toes. The ravenette tried to fight it back but broke as quickly as it came at the wrath of the Britâs feather.
Slowly, she stroked it up and down the sensitive fur and the especially ticklish paw pads. But that wasnât all as she used her free hand to wiggle onto his other foot. Kevin threw his head back over the armrest and his chest shook with silent laughter before practically screaming. He shook his head and begged but was left politely rejected by the Brit.
âWhat? Does my feather tickle your fancy, Kevin? Uhuhuhu~â The fact that she laughed at her own pun of all things made Kevin die a little on the inside. Not that it showed as he was too busy laughing his ass off.
âSTAHAHAP!â He gripped his arms to cope with the overly ticklish feeling.
âAnd why should I? Your cackles are as sweet as candy, something Iâm sure you know a lot about.â
Kevin reddened at her tease, he was starting to get desperate, âAh-AHahHAhahHA! H-HEHEHLP! SoHOhoMEOne hEheHELP!â Who was he even calling for?
âNo one can hear you, my love. Only me~â He didnât respond, happy tears were streaming down his face and his laughter turned uncontrollable and wheezy.
âIt must feel unbearable, doesnât it?â She gave him one good tickle, threading the feather between his toes, making him shriek for the final minute until he was silent. The British woman let him go but was surprised to see he hadnât moved from his spot.
Kevinâs breath was ragged and laced with small hiccups and giggles. He was staring up at the ceiling, raw euphoria circulating throughout his body. His vision was dotted and blurry with tears and could hardly think straight, but one thing that was coherent in his mind was that he loved every second of it, even if it left him screaming. Mrs. Mulberry placed the feather back into her hat and came to his side to cup the sides of the candymanâs face. She thumbed away the last of his mirthful tears, softly giggling to herself that she had reduced the man into such putty.
âKevin, darlingâŠâ That same accent rolled up his name in a velvety bouquet.
The woman pulled the boy below her to her side and began to press a barrage of kisses and pecks all over his face and the sides of his neck. She had no physical lips yet Kevin could feel a soft pair treating him lovingly for his triumph.
âH-hehehey! Stop thahat!â No matter how much he tried to push her away, she would grab his arm and plant kisses on the palm of his hand before traveling down his wrist all the way to his shoulder.
âWahahit! Tihihickles!â Kevin sputtered out as the woman pressed a succession of feather-light kisses in the palm of his hands, growling as she nibbled the thin skin. Her affection was undying and Kevin just giggled, lightly kicking his legs as the Brit held him close and peppered him with her devious motherhood.
Mrs. Mulberry now sat snug in the crook of his neck, pressing loud, dramatic kisses up and down. It felt unbearably ticklish and Kevin just snorted and chortled, laughing openly at the sensations.
âYouâre sohohoho dramhahatic! Ihihitâs teheheherible!â He wheezed as the Brit pulled on the collar of his shirt to access his collarbone and was gently nibbling on it. Her teeth were sharp but it was soft enough to just have the ravenette wheezing.
âDarling, this is nothing close to what I can really do to you~â
âYehehes it ihihis!â
âUhuhu, you just keep talking, my love~â She didnât hold back, now practically chomping all over his neck and shoulders, he just let it happen. Kevin snorted and squealed each time she moved, holding onto her sides for support as she was basically on top of him now but still had her bottom on the sofa.
He opened her eyes, still belting out those sugary sweet giggles she loved to hear, and looked down toward his hands. He was holding onto her for dear life as she began to blow raspberries on his neck, making him throw his head back to laugh even harder than he was.
The candyman let his intrusive thoughts win and began to wildly scribble his fingertips up and down his sides.
âHohohow doho you lihihike that, huhuhuh?â Kevin taunted, loving how she froze at his surprise attack.
He scribbled up towards her ribs and traced his fingertips between the bones, feeling the woman on top of him begin to shudder.
âKevin.â
Her beautiful voice was beginning to sputter out heavenly chuckles, making Kevin blush at such a lovely tone entering his ears. âK-kehehevinâŠâ
She laughed into the crook of her neck, her chest shaking with bubbly laughter as his fingers traveled to her back and carefully skittered on the arch and shoulder blades. Her laughter doubled, sounding nearly breathless as she grabbed onto his shoulders.
âKehehevin, please! H-have mehehercy!â Mrs. Mulberry cried.
Kevin never felt so accomplished making someone so merciless beg for respite.
Either way, she had just tortured him, it was only fair to punish her a little.
âNever!â he announced, skittering his hands down towards the small of her lower back and pinching it between his fingers like a set of the most diabolical nipping teeth. She wheezed and collapsed on top of him in a fit of mirth, covering her mouth as she now laughed uncontrollably.
âAhahahahahahaha!â He was sure she was an angel, the air was filled with saccharine laughter as he made his way up the dip of her spine, tracing it up and down lightly.
âCoochie coochie coo~â The candyman cooed in her ear, smiling as her laughter seemed to harden and her grip tightened on his shoulders. Kevin was unsure where to go next, he never tickled people that much anyway. It didnât take long as he saw an opening clear as day, her underarms.
The missus's arms were wrapped around his neck, still chuckling up a storm beneath his touch so he sneakily crept up to it. Suddenly, Kevin dug his fingers into the hollows and began to scratch at it deviously, stunned when she threw her head back to release a shrill cry, revealing her toothy, yet somewhat flustered expression for a moment before burying in his chest again.
âNohohot thehehere!â His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at that plea, it made him dangerously excited.
âWhy not, you arenât even moving?!â He was right in his hypothesis however, the woman had given him ample access to her body and didnât even put his arms down as he attacked her presumably worse spot. She still squirmed and seemed embarrassed that he had noticed this and just continued to laugh her heart out.
He kept her there, digging into his ribs, squeezing her love handles, and overall, being merciless until her laughter had turned breathless. Kevin figured sheâd learn her lesson and removed his hands from her torso, reeling how she lightly panted at his torment.
âHahaâŠh-how was that?â The candyman exclaimed, smiling smugly.
âT-that wasâŠâ Mrs. Mulberry sounded tired, her breathing slowing down before eventually evening out. âThat was fun.â
âWell then, thatâs nice to hear.â He gave her a pat on the back, signaling her to move off of him.
A few seconds ticked by, the two of them unmoving.
âSo uh, you gonna get off of me?â he asked.
She was quiet at first and then leaned into his ear, âAnd why should I do that?â she snarled. Kevin could feel the vibrations of her voice and his heart sank. He truly thought that would be the end of it.
He felt her smile against his skin, âYouâre quite the tease when you tickle, hm? You had me quite flustered for a moment,â she pressed a kiss to his cheek. âBut not quite enough to incapacitate me~â
Kevin felt hands latch onto the sides of his ribcage and squeeze. He had no time to react as she already began to rake her way. Kevin tried to sit up but was still against the couch, pinned down by Mrs. Mulberry. He had nowhere else to go other than wrap his legs around her torso and squeal.
âAhahAHahAha! NahahHAT AGahaHAIN!â Kevin laughed, arching his back and trying to twist away as she began to nibble on his neck and tickle his midsection.
âOh yes again~â she mimicked, giggling as the candyman squawked under her, hardly struggling to even avoid the tickling. So why not use that to her advantage?
The Brit snuggled deep into the warmth of his neck, snickering oh so slightly when she felt Kevin shiver in panic.
âYou love this, you love it when I tickle you to pieces, donât you? Uhuhu, I love tickling you too. I donât ever want to stop and Iâm sure you wouldnât mind that either, hm?â she knew how much her voice had an effect on him and this was no different; Kevin was grinning wolfishly.
âNoho I dohonât like it!â Kevin sputtered out, now finally able to grip her wrists. He panted, looking at her to witness the reaction. At first, it was silence, then a gentle chuckle that was barely audible.
Kevin began to panic as his way of restraining her quickly backfired. Mrs. Mulberry grabbed onto his wrists and pushed him back, further until his arms were pinned onto the back of the couch.
âLying to me was your worst mistake, love~â
He was expecting her to lift her hand and be pinned but was surprised to see that she kept him there, nearly straddling him with how close she was. She wiggled her hand above him, hovering over many spots to seemingly choose from.Kevin panicked, began to kick his legs, and stammer out half-genuine requests of mercy.
âIhihi didnât mehean ihihit!â he cried, twisting his body but his wrists were firmly planted against the couch. Mrs. Mulberry only smirked, continuing to get more sinister when she approached and pulled back just to see the candymanâs cute yet panicked expression. With just one hand, she could reduce the man to rubble. And he knew it.
It didnât take long for her to launch a surprise attack by pretending to attack his ribs but quickly going down to his stomach and shoving her hand under to squeeze at the adorable tummy pudge.
âCoochie coochie coo~ Whoâs my ticklish little candyman?â
He arched his back, which proved fatal as that only gave her room to use her entire hand to attach to the lower gut and knead. Kevin belted out hard, boisterous laughter, his chest shaking with wheezes and small giggles in between his few seconds of respite before falling right back into it.
âNoHOhOHO aNhAhayWHERe buHUT tHehERE!â Kevin shrieked, no matter where he squirmed, it only gave her more area to follow.
She smacked her lips together, âOh poor, Kevin~ Do you want me to tickle you more?â he hated how she'd coo to him like that. But he adored it all at the same time, he felt safe to let out all that goofy laughter spill from his lips, and before he knew it, he had nodded his head.
âYes? Well, thatâs good, my sweet, but where? Here? Or right here?â Mrs. Mulberry traveled to his navel and swirled along his walls, going from slow to fast. She traced the small of his flesh right above his pants, getting him to shudder and chortle to even shoving her hand further into his shirt to claw right below his ribcage.
Either way, Kevin was in stitches, crying all over again as the woman showed no sign of stopping her tickly torment. But what really sealed the deal was when she pulled his shirt up to expose his torso and grabbed onto the sides of his stomach.
This released his wrists from her grasp but was nervous when he tried to move them from their spot and whatever she summoned to keep him there was back, leaving his entire midsection exposed.
He couldnât take it, being all exposed like this made him hide in the crook of his arm. She softly blew on his stomach, reveling how he squirmed and arched his back.
âPlehehease nohohoho!â He cried, squealing as she continued to tease his bare skin. She squeezed his sides to keep him still and leaned her head down. The candyman quite literally couldnât take it, especially the ticklish buzz from the kisses she began to pepper, all from his navel to the bottom of his rib cage left him roaring.
âGAAAAHAHAHA, NAAAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
â*kiss* My my, Kevin, *chu* this tummy of yours *smack* is quite nervy, hm? *mwah*â She was especially bad with her kisses, being oh so gentle with the sensitive skin.
âSt-STaHAHAHAP TAHAHLKING!â Her lips were pressed against his belly and her arms were wrapped around his back, giving her full access to speak her honey-coated voice into the sensitive flesh.
Despite the agony he was in, his nonstop thrashing and his pleas were nonexistent with how much he was laughing masking that. His heart sank as she felt her hands grapple his sides, pinning his torso. The candyman knew what this meant and with the last of his strength, shrieked, âPlease donât!â and was relieved to see the lady freeze in her tracks.
âDonât what?â
âTihihickle meheheâŠâ he giggled.
Mrs. Mulberry grinned nice and wide, âWhy, that was my plan all along! How did you know, you cheeky sweetie!â she affectionately nuzzled her face into his stomach.
What she said didnât exactly register until it was too late.
âThahatâs not whahat I meHEHEEEEEEEEANT!â The scream that ripped from Kevinâs throat was girlish and high-pitched.
The Brit let loose the largest raspberry he had ever received right below his belly button, a sweet spot for the poor candy kid. For the next few moments, Kevin lost his mind in a whirlpool of unfiltered mirth as raspberries were blown all along his stomach. At this point, he couldnât think straight, all he could think about was how much it tickled. His ridiculous sensitivity didnât go unnoticed, hearing the small taunts and teases from his tormentor, both complementing and torturing him simultaneously.
But alas, he was reaching his limit yet again, dried tear stains could hardly describe his condition, his eyes continued to waterfall tears over and over again, his hair beyond a mess and a shade of red so deep it looked purple.
âNow Iâll ask one more time, whoâs my ticklish little candyman?â she cooed, slowing down her tickles with only light wiggles against his sides. When he took a little too long to answer, sheâd knead his stomach until he was mush again.
âIHIHI AHAHAM!â Over and over she did this until Kevin bellowed at last, feeling relieved as her hands left his body and pulled down his shirt.
âThatâs right~â Her kind tone had returned and she massaged away the sensations.
Kevin was exhausted, sweat sticking to his skin. She rubbed comforting circles around the sides of his stomach before taking her time to button his work shirt up again.
After a few minutes of comforting rubs, Mrs. Mulberry pulled Kevin in her arms and began to cradle him like a toddler. It was unexpected but he wasnât complaining, it felt amazing.
She put her English accent to good use, now using it to hum a beautiful melody as she rocked him, it had the noirette slack in her arms already. In the midst of her song, she would stop to momentarily kiss the tip of his nose and forehead, no longer filled with the desire to torment but the need to tranquilize.
He nuzzled his face into her chest, inhaling deeply to fully relax. Kevin blushed, she smelled so nice and he couldnât help but nuzzle a little deeper. His nostrils were filled with vanilla and rose, the scent only a mother would have. She was petting his soft hair with one hand while holding him with dear affection in her arm.
âH-heyâŠmaâam?â
âYes, darling?â
Before he could fall asleep, he slurred out his final words.
âThank you.â
He passed out, falling limp and in his own sense of tranquility.
Mrs. Mulberry admired his features, threading her fingers in his hair and massaging his scalp.
âYou are the most precious, KevinâŠâ
She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear and everything went black.
âŠ
Kevin woke up the next day to the sun hitting him in the face, the gold brightening the room despite the blindes. He went to stand up from the couch, questioning how heâd gotten here when he clearly remembered heading straight to bed.
The direct contact with his feet to the floor startled the ravenette, he usually had socks on to cover up his-
Looking down to see his paws fully exposed made him remember a wave of memories and it didnât take long for him to get flustered. He looked around, realizing that his guest had long since departed. He couldnât help but feel lonely without her, her embrace was so warm. But something shiny had caught the corner of his eye and looked over to see the elegant wine glass she held the night before was sitting there, untouched and gleaming in the sunshine.
Next to it had a bottle of wine, a brand heâd never heard of but it looked expensive. The bottle had a yellow sticky note stuck to it. Kevin peeled it off and read what was on it, before groaning in embarrassment yet grinning.
âTicklish little candymanâ
Mrs. Mulberry
He didnât mind the new nickname.
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Fin~
#sm tickles#oc tickling#lee kevin#ler kevin#lee mrs mulberry#tickle monster#my fic#tickle fic#spooky month#oc#sorry for the late upload been busy with shit#hope you like it cuz I certainly did đ
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âRIHIHIHICK PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHANâT! NAHAHAHOHOHO!!â Kevin squealed, shoving at his hands the brunetteâs thumbs drew slow, rough circles into his ribs. He had no other method of escaping; Rick was holding him tight in his warm, soft arms as he sat on the couch and his legs were left to kick uselessly into nothing. Rick seemed unphased by his pleading, simply holding Kevin tighter and uttering one simple, deadpan statement.
âYou love it.â
How monotone it was contrasted how teasy it felt, and whatâs worse is Kevin knew denying it would just lead to further teasing. Even Rick liked pointing out his constant lee mood and it was a little unfair, in Kevinâs eyes.
Behind the couch, Radford chuckled quietly at the silly display, putting a hand on Rickâs shoulder.
âThink maybe heâs had enough, big guy? He is kinda howling,â the blond pointed out, watching his friend squirm. Again, Rick gave a monotone, simple, yet all too flustering answer.
âIâm not letting go, heâs too cute to let go of right now.â
âSHUHUHUT UHUHUP!!â the poor ravenette squirmed in Rickâs arms, bright red blush overtaking his face. âIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!â
With a sudden sound he couldnât quite identify, Kevin suddenly tumbled forward onto the floor, crumpling onto the rug and clutching at his ribs, trying to rub away the lingering ghost tickles that still had him giggling. He looked back, confused at why Rick had suddenly let him go, and then he saw it; Rad was leaning onto Rickâs shoulder, hovering his hands over Rickâs sides, and Rick had a very small, but noticeably wobbly smile and uncharacteristically wide eyes, locked onto Radâs hands. As the fog cleared from his brain, he realized what he was witnessing.
âIhis⊠is Rick ticklish?â
âOh yeah he is! I think heâs even more ticklish than you are! Look how bad this gets to him!â the blond chirped as he wiggled his fingers where they were. Kevin heard quiet, sputtery, deep giggles coming from the much larger man, interlaced with quiet âwaitwaitwaitâs, and couldnât help but smile (a bit more) as he stood.
âDude, he hasnât even touched you yet!â Kevin couldnât help but remark with amusement, and watched as Rick curled up a bit, covering his face. âI knohohowwwâŠâ he giggled out, âbuhut I stihill feehehel ihihitâŠâ
âIs it just his sides, or..?â Kevin stepped toward the two, watching.
âNo, itâs everywhere! Try his belly, itâs so much worse!â the blond advised, his eyes bright with amusement.
Kevin nodded, holding his hands over Rickâs belly and curling them into wiggling claws, just as Rick was peeking back out of his hands. Upon seeing the ravenette, Rick hid again, his giggling hiking up in volume. Kevin couldnât help but laugh quietly at his reactions.
Maybe he IS more ticklish than me!
He looked up at Radford, and, in a sudden moment of understanding, the two nodded. He prepared himself as Rad counted down silently, so as not to alert Rick.
âThreeâŠâ
âTwoâŠâ
âOne.â
And just like that, the two swooped in. Radford scribbled up and down Rickâs sides while Kevin clawed at his belly, the two pulling surprisingly loud, startled laughs from the unsuspecting brunette.
âAAAHAHAHAWAHAHAIT IHI WAHAHASNâT REHEHEADY!!â he grabbed at Kevinâs hands, making no effort to move them despite being significantly stronger, and Kevin couldnât help but comment on it.
âYou could try to be a little more convincing, yâknow? At least I kinda try to put up a fight!~â
âCâmon, Kev, you know why. After all, why would Rick, of all people, try to fight free serotonin? Heâs having such a good time, arenât you, Rick?â Radford cooed, pressing his cheek against the brunetteâs, able to feel the blush spreading.
âIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!â was the only answer he gave, but frankly, it was the only answer the two needed.
âYeah, I noticed. Whyâs he only grabbing me? Is this his worst spot or something?â Kevin asked.
âOh, yeah, itâs a really fun spot, too! He gets so loud over it, itâs adorable!â
âI noticed! Hm, I wonder how loud heâll get if⊠May I?â The ravenette cast a glance at the blond, and something in his eyes said he knew what Kevin wanted to do, leading him to stop his own âattack.â
âBe my guest, Kevs!â
Kevin paused his own tickles, giving Rick some time to breath as he stretched out as though he was about to do something monumental. He took a deep breath, counted down in his head, and, finallyâŠ
PBBBBTTTT
âBAHAHAHAHAKEHEHEVIHINWHYYY!!â Rick nearly squealed at the raspberry, pushing at Kevinâs head with one hand and grabbing at his shirt with the other. The ravenette took the hint and backed off, chuckling a little at such a big reaction.
âWell, I think, armed with this new information, I might have a chance in our tickle fights from now on,â Kevin beamed a bit, looking at the two. Rick was too busy trying to stop giggling like an excited kid to answer, so Rad was the only one left to give him the look that told him everything.
Even knowing Rick was ticklish was never going to save him.
#eun rants#sm#spooky month#sm tickles#spooky month tickles#kevin#rick#radford#lee!kevin#lee!rick#ler!kevin#ler!rick#ler!radford
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OML! Just saw your Father Gregor art and it absolutely melted my heart!!!â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž but if you do have the time can I request Lee!Kevin and Ler!Streber if you want to ofc!!
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Have some tickle sketches
#my art#tickle art#ism tickle#lee!desmond#ler!A.Rainbow#sm tickle#lee!kevin#in sound mind tickling#spooky month tickling
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vou aprender francĂȘs escondida e aparecer falando apenas pela piada
#eu jĂĄ queria aprender por conta da faculdade mas#ler aftg me influenciou e agr quero saber francĂȘs#acho que tudo que eu fiz na vida foi pq um personagem que eu gosto tb fez e eu quero ser igual#nĂŁo que eu queira ser igual ao neil#ou ao kevin e jean....
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hĂŹi gmmm hdhd
brain empty
GOOD MORNINN :]
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possible idea when you have time/if you want to do it:
Kevin getting feathered to heck
because I (platonically) love this man
An Eldritch's Endearment
Finally did some content on Mrs. Mulberry haha, this comic exposes some of her lore and who she is as a character. Hope you guys like her cuz there's gonna be more content around her in the future âœâ âœâ àŹâ (â  â Ëâ á”â Ëâ  â )â àŹâ âŸâ âŸ
(this actually took so long lmaooo I'm tired)
I know you guys wanted Mandela Catalogue content but don't worry! I'll be releasing a quick fic soon and I think y'all are gonna like it so stay tuned! I've been having fun with spooky month content so thanks again for all the kudos and requests đ
#sm tickles#oc tickling#lee kevin#tickle monster#my art#ask answered#anon#spooky month#oc#there's a reason there isnt a ler mulberry tag#ill explain that in the future
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