#morning ler mood

[teasyblondie]

Uh oh.. Why hello little lee~

Long time no see, hm? Miss me yet? Ahahaw.. Why are you whining so much? Pulling against the cuffs so desperately. Don't tell me you're afraid of some tickles and maybe, if you're a good tickle toy, few ticklegasms.

Oh, how rude of you to be calling me names. I'm just trying to make you laugh and have a good time~

Well.. I guess this calls for punishment. Don't you? And don't you worry. I remember everyyyyy little spot on your sensitive little body.

Oooh, over apologizing now, are we? Hmhm.. You're not sorry yet, love. But you will be. I promise you.

Now then.. Let's proceed with your feet, shall we?

Tickle tickle tickle!...

[mike-the-switch]

If a pretty lee could come and sit on my lap whilst I'm at my desk working that would be great 🩵

Just absentmindedly stroking my hands up and down her sides and wiggling my fingers into her belly whilst I read my Monday morning emails.

Smirking to myself as I listen to her heavy breathing and cute little giggles.

[tickledbreathless]

Giving a girl light tickles while you kiss her, feeling her fidget at your fingertips and trying her best to maintain the kiss while she fails to not giggle into your mouth.

[greenticklerdreams]

Let me tie you down, love. (Can I really?) Seeing you smile up at me... holding your wrists as I secure them, your ankles... trying not to just lose it and kiss your hands, your feet... (I have to restrain myself too, isn't that funny?) Trying not to fumble the ropes. I practiced these knots. Practiced them for you. I can't look at your face right now, or I can't concentrate. That's the last one. (You're really here. This is really happening.) Okay, love. You ready? (Am I?)

[sunshineler]

I’m going to have an insanely long and stressful day today so I’m super in the mood to take that out on someone else

[twordish-ler]

I want to put my head into someone’s shoulder and softly squeeze at their sides, hips and ribs. I could hear those pretty giggles perfectly.

[theoncelee]

the resulting lee mood after having my once-in-a-blue-moon (its happened twice) ler mood is slapping me in the face god fucking dammit I need to be w r e c k e d d d

[randommusicalfluff]

Hey guys it’s late as fuvk but what if I. What if I write a bunch more Tyler tk HC’s 😋😋😋 he makes me so evil and I’m so tired but I NEED to see him WRECKED!! I wanna see him laughing his heart out all red in the face

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS MY VISION..

[mickeytheticklee]

Desperately need to be on a girl's lap getting wrecked with tummy squishes and squeezes while getting neck nuzzles and getting trapped in a bear hug

“You like that my teddy bear?" AHHHHHH

[teasyblondie]

Awwwe love, you look so cute begging for me. I know you're not meaning it tho. Take it like the good tickle toy that I adore and cherish so much.

You'll be begging for me to keep going, soon enough love

[mike-the-switch]

I have been in the worst ler mood.....

All

Fucking

Day.

I need to pin a lee's feet down and dance my fingers all over her arches and under her toes until she's too giggly to speak.

[beautifulsole818]

In the mood to go up on my toes and kiss and peck a pretty boys neck to distract him from me pushing him into a chair and securing his hands behind his back and pull down his pants before straddling him. My nails will run down his soft skin and I’ll watch him tremble. His pretty pleading eyes intensely looking into mine as my nails run down his ribs and belly. My cute little nose brushing gingerly against his. He’s shaking and his lips are tightly curled to prevent a giggle while he’s trying to be a strong tough boy, but his efforts and pleas will be worthless. He knows he belongs to me until tomorrow morning.

#lermood

Edit: I see some of you “tough mean lers” flocking to this post 🫠 it’s ok I won’t tell anyone you like being pushed around turned into a pathetic subby puddle and tormented by a little thing like me 😈😜

[starlight-write]

Attention Seeker

A/N: First TADC tk fic! lmk if you have any suggestions/prompts cause my brain is about fried atp.

Summany: Ragatha's ignoring Jax for being a prick. It's only after he brings Pomni into their little spat that she decides to do something about it.

Characters: Ler!Ragatha, Switch!Pomni, Switch!Jax

Word Count: 2004

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! Scroll if that's not your thing.

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"Raaaags! Ragathaaaaa! Rags, talk to meeeeeee!" The rabbit whined pathetically as he flopped face first to the floor to add to his dramatics.

Ragatha crossed her arms and stared blankly in front of her. She'd be damned if she gave into his theatrics after the stunt he pulled yesterday.

Pomni tip-toed her way over to the doll, careful to gauge her mood before speaking up.

"You're- uh- still not talking to Jax, huh?" The jester tried.

To no one's surprise, Jax pulled some underhanded shit during yesterday's game. Thankfully, that game was more tame than the usual as Caine decided to make all of them play a rather distorted version of 'capture the flag', only the playing field was covered in thick black tar-like substance, which made the game slower and over all less fun but Caine did say he was experimenting with ideas.

Long story short, Ragatha had gotten the other team's flag and was about to win before Jax thought it'd be clever to use poor Gangle as a lasso and trip Ragatha by her ankle. Causing her to fall face first into the gooey substance.

So yeah, Ragatha understandably ignored the purple prick for the rest of the day and supposedly the silent treatment carried onto this morning.

Ragatha scoffed at the question. "I have nothing to say to that jerk. Whatever Caine has planned for us to do today, I'm not saying a word to him." She said making direct eye contact with said jerk. Pomni swore she saw his ears go down a bit.

They both knew that wouldn't last. If there's one thing anyone knew about Jax, is that he can't survive without attention. And Lord, was he the biggest attention seeker Pomni's ever seen. Jax would just dedicate the entire day to pushing Ragatha's buttons until she snapped, earning everyone's attention as well as winning whatever sick game he'd imagined in his head.

Caine appeared not two minutes later and the cast proceeded with their little theme song as usual and afterwards, the ringmaster explained the rules of today's little adventure.

Another safe one, thank God. Pomni thought. Perhaps the man was starting to notice how strung out everyone had become and decided to cut them some slack.

Today's game was a timed scavenger hunt throughout the circus, with two separate teams taking turns in the main room to find the mising items as quick as possible while the other team waited in the hallway for their turn. They were split up into two teams. Ragatha instantly grabbed Pomni's hand and not even a split second later, Jax flung himself at the doll and screamed for Caine to team them up together.

Gangle, Kinger, and Zooble's team went first, which meant the other three were poofed into a random hallway away from the action.

Awkward.

Pomni fidgeted due to the tense atmosphere. Jax of course, took his chance to bug the shit out of the other girl. First trying to make conversation, then teasing her, then poking, shaking, singing, yelling, joking, flopping round again, but nothing seemed to break the doll's focus. Ragatha rolled her eyes at his theatrics before shooting them over to Pomni.

"Sheesh, these games have been real tame and non life-threatening lately right, Pomni? Seems like Caine's finally decided to cut us all a break!" She forced a laugh as she nudged the other girl.

Pomni looked rather taken aback by the sudden conversations but decided to play along nonetheless. "O-oh. Right. I-uh, really enjoy not being in danger for once, yknow?" She laughed nervously.

The rabbit shot up as the two continued their bland conversation, annoyed that he was being ignored completely.

Pomni felt rather proud of herself when Ragatha laughed at one of her jokes, her victory was short-lived however, letting out a yelp as she was suddenly yanked in the air by her underarms.

"HEY!-" She panicked and squirmed, having to force down a rather embarrassing noise that threatened to come out of her throat.

"Whatcha two ladies talkin' about?"Jax had that stupid smug grin on he always wore when he thought he was being smart. Ragatha, obviously, was not amused but threw in the towel anyways as it wasn't fair to Pomni to get her any more involved with their little spat any more than she already was.

"Put her down, Jax." The doll demanded.

Pomni tried to grab at the rabbit's gloved hands as she kicked her feet in the air. "Whaaaaaat? We’re just having a little fun is all! Ain’t that right, Pomni?”

The jester grunted and allowed her limbs to go limp, it was obvious she wasn’t gonna get free by herself and didn’t want to risk entertaining the rabbit any further.

“This is not fun for me. Please put me doWN!!!-“

Pomni’s entire body went rigid as soon as that prick started wriggling his fingers under her arms.

She was able to keep her laughter in for all of maybe half a second before exploding in hysterical laughter. The awful sensation causing her to thrash almost twice as hard now.

“Why laugh if you’re not having any fun, Bug Eyes?” Jax laughed along with her, pleased with the strong reaction.

Ragatha was still stone-faced, however, sighing as she moved to release the other girl.

“Jeez you really can’t go five minutes without bullying someone can you?” The doll grunted as she wrestled with the rabbits long ass arms. Jumping in the air a few times when he decided to hold Pomni straight over his head.

Ragatha was getting increasingly annoyed, Pomni was getting more hysterical by the minute, and of course Jax looked like he was having the time of his life.

But you know what? Two can play at that game.

“Gohohod! You two are hilarious. Say Rags, this almost reminds me of the time Caine had you screaming in the air for saying- OOMF!”

The wind knocked out of Jax’s throat as he was full-on tackled to the floor.

Thankfully, this gave Pomni the chance to escape but was still on top of the rabbit’s hands as she tried to compose herself.

“What the &!$@%# Rags?! I was just messing around, there’s no reason to get all pis-“

“Hold his wrists, Pomni.”

That was all the warning they got before the doll’s hands latched onto Jax’s hips and began tickling him mercilessly.

The high pitch scream that tore from his throat probably would’ve made the jester fall into another fit of laughter if she weren’t so taken aback by it herself.

Thankfully she caught up to speed in time to get a hold of the rabbit’s hands that were desperately trying to free themselves.

“WAIT!!- WAIT WAHAHAHAIT!!!- RAGAHAHAHAHAAA-“

Oh my God he’s &!$@%# losing it. Pomni thought as she observed the poor guys reactions.

It was quite a sight to see fucking Jax of all people go berserk over something as simple as tickling. It was a little unnerving to be honest.

What was even scarier was Ragatha’s face hadn’t changed from the ice cold scowl she’s had on since Jax started all this shit.

She looked kinda angry.

“pleheheheAHAHAHA!!-“ Jax wheezed. “You cahAHAHAHAN’T- You cahahahahan’t just- BWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!-“

“Oh so it’s only fair for you to pick on people huh?” Ragatha spat. “Y'know I think everyone here’s had about enough of your &!$@%#, Jax. You wanted attention that bad? Well here you go! Let’s see how you like being bullied for once.”

Her hands migrated down to his upper thighs, the doll now settling her weight on his calves. Giving the rabbit just enough leeway to twist and buck his hips like crazy.

Though he seemed to be breathing a bit easier with the change in spots, didn’t mean he still wasn’t absolutely losing his mind here.

“ahh…ahahaHAHAHAHehe- ohkahahay! Okay! I’m sohohorry! Is that what you guys wanna hear?! I’ll bahahahack ohohoff. Juhuhust- JUST!!-“

“You sure all this is okay? He’s starting to seem a bit lightheaded.” Pomni asked, more than a little concerned at the guy’s state despite what he’d pulled earlier. She knew they didn’t technically need to breathe but that only means this situation must be really messing with him.

Ragatha looked up and stilled her hands before withdrawing them completely.

“Trust me, he’s fine. We’ve put his sorry ass through a lot worse. And he would’ve kept tormenting you until Caine came in to stop him so he deserves everything he gets.” She explained as she got up from her spot on Jax’s legs and made her way over to where Pomni was stationed over their victim’s head.

The brief intermission allowed Jax to gather his bearings and a bit of his audacity too it seemed like.

“Yohohou…*huff*… You two are going to regret this. D-Dohohohon’t think for a second that you won anything. After all there’s plenty of centipedes for me to-AAAAA!!!!”

That ungodly shriek was almost worse than the first one. The jerk didn’t even get to finish his little vow for revenge before Ragatha dropped back down to scribble, squeeze, and prob rapidly over her victim’s belly.

“I know you can’t fathom the feeling, Jax, but I was going to be nice and call it quits there. But you just don’t know when to. Shut. Your. TRAP!!”

Pomni couldn’t help herself from laughing this time. With nothing pinning the poor guy’s legs down, they were flying through the air in every direction while he screamed like a little girl.

Seriously, Pomni doubted even she could reach that kind of pitch.

The whole things was just ridiculous to watch. She was sure her ears were bleeding by now but she couldn’t help the full on belly laughter that forced its way out of her.

Ragatha looked over at her friend as she doubled over in laughter. It was at that point, Ragatha truly realized how ridiculous this entire situation was and that scowl she had permanently plastered on her face finally bloomed into a smile as she too began to laugh.

Another ear-piercing screech and they were both done.

The two of them simultaneously lost their hold on their victim as they fell to the floor, rolling and clutching their stomachs as bouts of laughter poured out of them.

Jax layed there for a while, absolutely mortified at this entire ordeal. He began plotting his revenge almost immediately, if only to keep himself sane while hearing those two &!$@%# laugh at him.

Okay, maybe he wasn’t fond of all the attention he received.

Just as the girl’s laughter was starting to die down, a voice boomed through the hallway.

“Terribly sorry for the wait, friends! It appears that there’s been a rather embarrassing oversight on my part! You see, I told the others that I’ve hidden five items but instead only hid four! The fifth one was in my POCKET!-“

Caine explained as he pulled a rubber duck out of his pocket. Stopping himself abruptly seeing the state his other three guests were in.

Was it that funny? The ringmaster asked himself at hearing the two girl’s laughter finally dying down. That was before he saw Jax, still sprawled out on the floor and decided he didn’t really want to know.

“Does this mean we forfeit?” Jax slurred lazily.

“Nonsense!” Caine announced, deciding to ignore the his guest’s disappointed groans. “This just means we have to start a new game! You all seemed to LOVE playing ‘Capture the Flag’ yesterday! So I thought, why not give it another GO-“

Ragatha threw her shoe at the ringmaster before he even finished his statement. Of course, this prompted another bout of laughter from both Pomni and Jax this time.

Unfortunately, Caine took all of that as enthusiasm and prepared their little field from yesterday.

Pomni wasn’t certain if those two were gonna bring their bad energy back on the field, not to mention Jax was no doubt itching for payback right about now.

One thing was for certain, though. Pomni was staying the &!$@%# out of it this time.

[666anxiety666]

HAI HAI HAI CAN I REQUEST A FIC WITH DAISUKE (<3) AND CURLY WHERE DAISUKE IS IN A LEE MOOD AND GOES TO ASK CURLY FOR TWORDS I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SILLY THEY’RE SO SILLY (not in a romantic ship way) AUGH

OOP-

🌺just ask🌺

Mouthwashing tickle fic

Lee: Daisuke Ler: Curly

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Daisuke didn't know what was wrong with him... why on gods earth was he feeling this way? all day, all damn day he had been flustered and shy. this was obviously very unlike Daisuke. why was Daisuke acting like this you may ask? it all started that morning on the tulpar.

"morning Daisuke." Curly mumbled as he entered the kitchen area of the ship. Daisuke smiled and opened his mouth to respond. but instead of ruffling Daisuke's hair like he normally did, Curly poked Daisuke's side, drawing a small yelp from the boy.

thankfully no one was around to see or hear, only Curly who chuckles as he grabs whatever it is he's getting from the fridge and walks away. Daisuke sat there flustered out of his mind, and he had been like that all day. the slightest touch setting him off and making him shiver.

that evening, Daisuke was laying in bed. still replaying that same moment in his head over and over. what the hell was wrong with him?! Daisuke couldn't take it anymore. he left his room heading down the hall.

now we are here, Daisuke standing outside of Curly's bedroom door. he debated even going through with this. asking Curly, the CAPTAIN, of all people to TICKLE him?! "god damn it, Daisuke..! just knock and ask... I'm sure he wont mind..." Daisuke paused "no, NO! you can't ask him THAT! what am I even doing? oh man, this isn't a good idea-" Daisuke's words caught in this throat when Curly's bedroom door slid open, revealing Curly himself standing there with a confused look.

"Daisuke? what are you up to?" the captain asked, a small huff of a chuckle leaving his throat. Daisuke froze. "C-Cap! I-I was um... I, well..." Daisuke trailed off, he had no idea what to say, he was so flustered. Curly chuckled, placing a hand on Daisuke's shoulder, causing Daisuke to shiver. "why don't you come in, kid?" Curly smiled, already slightly pushing Daisuke before the younger could protest.

Daisuke sat on Curly's bed. the room was organized and laid out nicely. Daisuke was so flustered, unsure what to do with himself other that sit as still as possible on the bed. Curly sat next to him after a few moments.

"so... what's got you so worked up? and don't tell me its nothing. you're not really quiet when talking to yourself." Curly chuckled. Daisuke cursed himself in his head. "something about wanting to ask me something..?" Curly asked. Daisuke looked away. "I-It's embarrassing, Cap..." Daisuke stammered out.

Curly blinked before huffing softly. "I'm sure whatever it is, its not as embarrassing as you think, kid..." Curly smiled, holding his hands up. "I won't laugh, i swear." Curly chuckled. Daisuke looked at Curly for a split second before looking away once more. god he hated this.

"can you like... do the thing you did this morning..?" Daisuke asked in a quiet voice. Curly raised an eyebrow. "what thing?" Daisuke huffed. he was really going to have to do this, wasn't he? "y-y'know... when you did the thing, you... tickled me..." Daisuke mumbled out in an almost whisper. Curly blinked. "when i what? come on, kid. spit it out-." "can you tickle me again, damn it..!" Daisuke blurted out. his face quickly went red once he realized what he just sputtered out.

Curly paused. it was quiet for a good few seconds. just as Daisuke was convinced he had weirded Curly out. Curly chuckled. Daisuke's gaze was quick to land back on Curly. "you said you wouldn't laugh!" Daisuke exclaimed.

Curly continued to chuckle for another moment before calming slightly. "sorry, sorry, it's just... that's all?" Daisuke blinked. "what do you mean?" Curly rolled his eyes slightly. "I mean is that what you got yourself all worked up about? it's not a bid deal, kid." Curly pat Daisuke's shoulder.

Daisuke was dumbfounded to say the least. "I-" Daisuke was suddenly cut off as Curly's hand moved from his shoulder to his hips, going right for the kill. Daisuke almost jumped like ten feet in the air, letting out a loud squeal. "CUHUHURLY! WAHAHAHAHAIT!" Daisuke instantly tried to pull away, but curly was quick to hold Daisuke down.

"what's wrong, Daisuke? isn't this what you wanted?" Curly chuckled. a small smile on his face as he dug his thumbs right into Daisuke's hips, making the young intern squeal and kick his legs weakly in a failed attempt to get away. "THIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T FAHAHAHIR!" Daisuke thrashed, trying to divert Curly's attention elsewhere.

"oh fine, fine..." Curly let up a tiny bit by moving to Daisuke's sides. Daisuke was still giggling like crazy, have face all pink. "is that better?" Curly asked, half teasing but also half caring. "s-shuhuhut uhuhup!" Daisuke giggled. his hands latched to Curly's wrists, but not pushing him away.

Curly gasped in mock offense. "shut up!? do you speak to your mother with that mouth? and hear I was going soft on you!" Curly instantly moved his hands once more, this time to Daisuke's tummy. forming his hand into a claw and digging in without mercy. Daisuke shrieked. throwing his head back as he cackled. "NOHO! WAHAHAIT! IM SOHOHOHOHORRY!" Daisuke pleaded desperately.

even though Daisuke was fighting this, he genuinely needed this after basically suffering all day. "CUHUHURLY PLEHEHEHEASE!" Daisuke squealed. jolts of ticklishness sparked through him as he weakly kicked his legs again, only for Curly to pin the down with his own. "Please what, Daisuke? I'm not doing anything..." Curly teased with a small smirk as he played innocent, still clawing at Daisuke's poor tummy.

"maybe if you say sorry I'll stop..." Curly trailed off. Daisuke was trying so hard to push Curly's clawed hand away, even though he didn't want Curly to stop. "JUHUHUST FUHUHUCKING STAHAHAHAHAP!" Daisuke pleaded franticly, secretly dragging this on more. Curly tsked. "you're gonna play this game, huh? how rude, no manners at all..." Curly chuckled.

"fine then..." Curly pulled his hand away. Daisuke panted, thinking it was over, much to his disappointment a little. however, before Daisuke could think anything further, Curly was blowing a raspberry right onto his stomach. Daisuke screamed, instantly trying to push Curly's head away.

"AHAHA- W-WAAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!" Daisuke Pleaded through squeals of frantic laughter. it was a shock no one else on the ship heard Daisuke and thought the poor boy was being murdered. Daisuke's please fell on deaf ears as Curly kept it up. Daisuke was loosing it. kicking his legs harder, his hair now a mess covering his bright red face.

Curly kept up his raspberries for a minute or two before taking pity on the poor intern who was bright red to the point it reached his ears. Daisuke panted heavily, curling up on himself and hugging his stomach as he giggled even after it was over.

"oh man..." Daisuke huffed, his hair a wreck. curly chuckled "you okay, Daisuke?" Curly asked softly, helping the younger sit up. "y-yeah... that was..." "Good?" Curly butted in as he nudged Daisuke's shoulder. Daisuke's face flushed a little. "h-hey! it was... okay, maybe..." Daisuke trailed off as he averted his eyes. Curly laughed, ruffling Daisuke's hair.

"nothing to be embarrassed about, kid..." Curly said softer. "you can ask anytime you know..." Curly carried on, his eyes meeting Daisuke's once more. Curly smiled, poking Daisuke's side one last time, causing the young boy to yelp. "it'll be our secret, huh?" Daisuke sighed with a small chuckle, rubbing his side slightly. but he nodded, feeling relief. "yeah... thanks cap..."

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loved writing this! took multiple takes cause I couldn't figure out how to write a Lee mood in the best way, but I did my best! :>

[bimobuddy]

Cut the Cat-itude

sfw Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Husk, Ler!Alastor

CW: feet, kinda? It's more 'bean' related since they're paws

Summary: Husk is grumpy and doesn't think Alastor's jokes are funny, but the Radio Demon is determined to get a chuckle out of him.

Husk groaned and let his head thump against the bar counter. Alastor must have been in some sort of mood that day, he hadn't stopped telling awful jokes all morning. First most people were laughing with him, then it was just Charlie and Nifty, and now even Charlie was trying to excuse herself because "Oh you know, Hotel Stuff, ahaha.."

Husk looked over at Nifty who was still giggling away at everything the boss said, but then again he didn't know what went on her feral little head. He reached for his drink again only to have it yoinked away by a familiar looking shadow.

"Hey!" He sat up, reaching for it back, but Alastor's shadow just grinned and stretched upward, holding it out of reach. Husk grumbled. He knew this game. "I ain't flyin' for you, give it back." The shadow wiggled it over his head, taunting.

"Alastor, put this damn thing on a leash. Only you would somehow manage to lose control over your own shadow." He muttered the last part.

"Oh Husker, I didn't 'lose control' over him, he's free range." The host grinned, looking at Husk a bit longer than usual. Husk didn't know why he was staring at him until it suddenly clicked and he sighed. "Was that supposed to be another joke? Al, that wasn't even a real joke."

"Oh you're right, that was a total cat-astrophe!" A laugh track played off his cane, followed by Nifty who enjoyed the joke a little too much, "Ahahahahaha! Becahause he's a cahat!" She laughed. Husk folded his ears back and groaned.

"Oh relax, old friend, I'm just kitten around!" He grinned at Husk, who frowned in response. Alastor strutted up to the bar and leaned against it. The Shadow disappeared, taking the bottle with him, only making Husk grumpier.

"Clearly those weren't funny enough for you.. maybe I ought to put my thinking-cat on and come up with some more!" He let out a laugh, followed by the classic laugh track again. "Or maybe you just don't have a sense of humor. I mean just look at darling little Nifty, she's hiss-terical!" Of course this was followed up by Nifty losing her absolute mind.

Husk only sighed and rolled his eyes. "You done yet?"

"Not yet. What's a cat's favorite book? The Great Cats-by! Oh, why did the cats ask for a piano? To make mew-sic, of course!" He laughed and looked back at Husk, who somehow looked even grumpier than he did five minutes ago.

Well this wouldnt do.

"Why don't you cut the cat-itude, dear friend?" He snapped his fingers and two shadowy tentacles rose up from the floor behind Husk. Before he could react, the wrapped around his upper arms, hoisting him up about a foot off the floor, and proceeded to wiggle the tips into his underarms.

Husk had started to kick, biting his lip, cheeks puffed out, as he didn't want to give Alastor the reaction he wanted. The Radio Demon didn't seem to mind though.

"What's a cat's favorite cereal? Mice Crispies!" The tentacles wiggled down his ribcage, starting to get little huffs and muffled noises.

"If cats taught schools, what do you think they'd be called? Purr-fessors!" The tentacles traced and wiggled down his sides, causing him to hold his breath, his face and ears going red from how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

"What do you call a cat that likes to bowl? An alley cat!" Finally the tentacles found their way to his tummy and he couldn't take it anymore. Husk tossed his head back and laughed, reflexively flapping his wings to try an get away, much to the delight of the Shadow, which had been trying to make him fly earlier.

"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahalast- Alastohor!" He tried to growl to cancel out the laughter but it came out as more of a panicked, choked giggle.

"See, I knew you'd come around!" Alastor said cheerfully. "Now, why dont cats shop online? They prefer cat-alogues!" Husk's laughter kicked up a notch when one of the tentacles started to wiggle into his lower belly, where there was a bit more pudge. His tail whipped around trying to smack it away but it was no use.

Husk suddenly made the mistake of trying to kick out at Alastor, across the counter. A third tendril rose up and caught his ankle before he made contact, as Alastor leaned back just a bit. He stepped to the side a little to make eye contact. "Now, Husker, is that any way to thank someone who's only trying to make you smile?" He chuckled.

The third tendril started to wiggle into the heart shaped pad at the bottom of his paw. Husk, a little startled, let out a high pitched, squeaky giggle that did not sound like himself at all.

Even Alastor was caught off guard enough for the tendrils to disappear and let him go, letting him drop with a soft thud. Husk groaned as he hit the floor and panted. "Damn you, Alastor.." He grumbled, sitting up.

"Too late, we're already in Hell!" Alastor laughed. Husk chuckled a little then quickly stopped himself. But of course the radio host heard it. "Oh? Did I finally get a genuine laugh out of you?" He asked, leaning on his can to be eye level with the bartender.

Husk sighed, folding his ears down. "Shut up... I gotta get back to work." He muttered, starting to wipe down the counter.

As Alastor turned to walk away, Husk called out again. "Slapstick Comedy. Just for future reference, so you don't have to tickle me next time, I tend to like Slapstick Comedy."

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Author Note

Aahhhhh I couldn't figure out how to end this naturally I'm sorrryyyy!!!

Though I do already have another idea for a Lee!Husk fic that I'm gonna start writing immediately after posting this one, so I MIGHT post it tonight, but it might wait until tomorrow, we'll see :)

[intheticklecloset]

Patience (Blue Lock)

Summary: Bachira is in a big ler mood, but he has to wait all day before he can do anything about it. Meanwhile, Isagi is none the wiser...

Word Count: 1833

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Bachira could be patient. No, really! He could! Especially when the reward for his patience was something as wonderful as Isagi.

He’d felt it the instant he woke up this morning – that desire to watch Isagi turn into a mess of flustered giggles as he hovered over him, watching him try and fail to resist the inevitable. After breakfast he’d asked his boyfriend to practice with him that evening after the matches were over, and Isagi had readily agreed as he usually did.

That had been several hours ago. But he could wait. He could be patient.

Well…until they were finally sitting down to dinner, Isagi on his right and Rin sitting across from them both. Then he started to get a little antsy.

“Bachira,” Isagi said after his fourth or fifth (he’d lost count) attempt to get him to hurry up. “If I eat too fast I’ll get sick. The same goes for you. And we can’t practice until half an hour after eating anyway for the same reason, so just try to hold on, all right? I’m not going anywhere.”

Bachira couldn’t help but beam at Isagi’s words. He’d have to hold onto them for later. They were great words.

“Seriously, bobcut,” Rin grumbled as he shoveled some mashed potatoes into his mouth, “what’s up with you? You’re more annoying than usual.”

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Bachira giggled back at him, nearly bouncing in his seat for how excited he was getting. “I’m just looking forward to spending time with Isagi-chan!”

Beside him, Isagi blushed – a blessed sneak preview of what was to come soon – while Rin just rolled his eyes. “Sure. ‘Spending time.’ That’s all it is,” he muttered under his breath before taking another bite. “Lovebirds.”

Bachira didn’t deny it, and neither did Isagi. The smaller boy gently squeezed his knee under the table – not enough to get the reaction he wanted, but enough to make his boyfriend turn and smile at him.

Bachira smiled back. But his patience was beginning to wear out.

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Finally, almost an hour later, it was time. The field was all theirs, not another soul in sight. Just how Bachira preferred it. This time, anyway. Usually he had no problem messing with his partner in front of others, but today was different. Today was just for the two of them.

Isagi was rambling, already talking drills as he made his way toward the center of the pitch, but Bachira reached out to grab his hand and stop him, and those beautiful blue eyes turned back to gaze at him, and he beamed openly. He couldn’t help it.

“What’s up?” Isagi asked, but no sooner had the words left his mouth than he must have realized something, because his eyes widened and he sucked in a quick breath. “Oh.”

Bachira giggled and stepped closer to him. “You’re cute, Yoichi.”

Then he lifted up on his toes to kiss him. Isagi met him immediately, leaning down for better access, and hands and arms were wrapped around shoulders and waists and when they came up for air a minute later, Isagi was already flushed a pretty shade of rose pink.

“I kind of thought Rin was kidding before,” he breathed, searching his boyfriend’s gaze with barely contained elation, “but he was right, wasn’t he?”

“Mmm…maybe~” Bachira whispered back, giving Isagi’s shoulders a gentle push to indicate they shouldn’t be standing anymore.

To his credit, Isagi did as he was silently asked, still unaware of what was really about to happen here. Then again, Bachira probably wouldn’t be able to resist kissing him all over when it was said and done—

Speaking of kissing, Isagi leaned in and gently pressed his lips to Bachira’s neck, hugging him close as he did, and the smaller boy squeaked and scrunched up his shoulders, his heart doing a backflip before he regained control of the situation and pushed him down onto the fake grass inside Blue Lock.

“Naughty, Isagi-chan,” he teased, settling in on top of his boyfriend, finally allowing his mischievous smile to break through and give him two seconds of warning before he struck at last.

His partner sucked in a sharper breath this time, his voice wobbly with anticipation as he stammered, “W-Wait!”

“You’re not going anywhere~” Bachira purred into his ear, thoroughly enjoying the way Isagi’s eyes flew open wide. “You’re the one who said it, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think you m-meant thihihihis!” Isagi whined, pulling his arms down and in protectively as the first ticklish traces touched his upper ribs. “Wahahait!”

“No waiting. I’ve waited all day for this.” Bachira smiled at him as he took his wrists and forced them to his sides, then straddled him so his knees were pinning his arms down entirely. “I wanna play with you, Isagi.”

He waited five more seconds. He’d waited this long, he could do that much at least, for Isagi’s sake. To give him a chance to escape if he really wanted to. They’d established code words long ago for this very reason. Because sometimes Bachira got into too big of a mood for even Isagi to handle with any kind of consistency.

Five seconds went by. All Isagi did was look up at him with nervous but excited anticipation, eyes bright and cheeks pink and a wobbly smile already on his lips.

Given the all-clear, Bachira finally let himself give in.

“Aiieeeek!” Isagi squealed, throwing his head back and tensing up at the single finger that had been jabbed into either side of his top ribs.

“Does this even count as tickling?” Bachira giggled, elated at how the tiniest strokes of his fingers had his boyfriend helpless beneath him. “I’m barely touching you.”

“S-Shut uhuhuhuhup!” Isagi whined, then burst into a brief round of snickers when his partner’s fingers dragged a short trail from his first ribs down to his second and stopped again.

“Ooh, does it tickle already?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“No? Are you sure?” Bachira went to the third set, then stopped. “You sure are giggly. Are you suuuuure it doesn’t tickle?”

“Stohohohohooop!” Isagi turned his head to the side in embarrassment – one of many things Bachira loved watching him do. As if he could hide his cute face when he was trapped like this. “Don’t tehehehease me!”

Bachira hummed, dragging his fingers down again, then again, finally stopping at the set just above the bottom ribs. “Mmm…are you sure you don’t want me to tease you at all? Even a little bit? Not even to tell you how adorable you are?”

“Yehehehehehes, I’m suhuhuhuhure!”

“All right, if you say so!”

Watching Isagi toss his head back to shriek with giggles was another one of his favorite things. Bachira loved the light, airy snickering his gentle scratching was doing. He wasn’t even trying all that hard to get the loudest laughter out of him yet, and Isagi was already losing his mind, squirming and kicking his legs against the ground in ticklish agony.

As requested, he didn’t say a word. Just sat back and watched his boyfriend giggle with a smile on his face, soaking up every twitch, every bounce of his belly, every toss of hair that got into his eyes the more he reacted to his touch.

Finally, and as expected, Isagi managed, “Dohohohohon’t look at mehehehehe like thahahahat!”

“Mm? Like what?”

“Lihihihihike…! Like thahahahahahahat!” he cried again, as though that cleared things up.

“But you didn’t want me to tease you anymore, Isagi-chan. What else is there to do now besides look at you?”

Isagi opened his mouth to retort, then promptly forgot all about it when Bachira dug in just a little harder, with a little more purpose, finding the bone of that bottom rib and gliding his fingers across it.

“I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHAHAHACK!! I’M GOHOHOHOHONNA GET YOU BAHAHAHACK FOR THIS, I SWEHEHEHEHEHEAR!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHACHIRA!!”

Bachira grinned. “You sound surprised! Don’t tell me you actually forgot how ticklish you are?” He enunciated the word by pinching the skin along Isagi’s bottom ribs.

Isagi tossed his head back and screeched, “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

Bachira closed his eyes and soaked up the sound of his boyfriend laughing hysterically for a few blissful moments, then slowed his pace and dragged his fingers even further down to trace along his belly.

Isagi gasped for breath between snickers, teary eyes blinking up at him with relief and eagerness combined. “Y-You’re teheheheherrible…”

“Oh? I suppose I could go back…”

“Wait, no! P-Plehehease, I need a minute fihihihirst!”

Chuckling, Bachira stopped entirely, gently lifting his legs to free Isagi’s arms. He saw the look of confusion on his partner’s face and winked. “Put your arms up for me, would you, Isagi-chan?”

His boyfriend’s eyes went wide, but his lips pulled up in a nervous smile and he whimpered, slowly, shakily doing as he was asked. Once Bachira was satisfied with his new position, he scooted forward to straddle his stomach and pushed himself up just enough to grasp Isagi’s wrists with one hand, their faces nose to nose now.

“I’m going to tickle you some more,” Bachira teased. “Okay?”

With a whine, Isagi nodded. “Kiss me first?”

He didn’t need any further invitation. Bachira closed the small distance between them and kissed him softly, loving the rush of excitement that came along with knowing he was still fully in control of the situation. Making Isagi blush and laugh and submit to him like this was just…exhilarating. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“Ready?” he asked after finally pulling away, smiling down at him.

Isagi took a breath. “Y-Yeah. Do your worst.”

“By the way…” Bachira lowered his voice to the register that always made his boyfriend shiver, leaning in close to his ear as his eager fingers began to trail up and down his ribs once more. “…I can’t promise I won’t kiss you during this round as well, Isagi~”

The taller boy opened his mouth to reply, but his words were silenced by Bachira’s lips on his once again, and within seconds he was snickering and whimpering into his mouth as more ticklish shockwaves began to assault his system, this time with more intention.

The doors to the practice field opened, and Rin stopped short when he saw the two of them in the middle of the field, decidedly not practicing at all. He huffed and turned his back, not quite annoyed, but not exactly thrilled either.

“Did they have to do it here?” he grumbled to himself as the doors closed behind him a split second after he heard Isagi absolutely scream with laughter. Even after he’d taken a few steps back down the hall, he swore he could hear the blue-eyed boy begging for mercy at the top of his lungs. Without context, it might have been chilling. As it was, Rin did his best not to smirk.

Well, if this was what they both needed to be excellent on the field, he supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.