#positive is in a ler mood

[positiveglitchexists]

You aren't in a lee mood?

NSFW: DNI!! I AM A MINOR!!!

Well that's okay! Just remember, don't think about hands scribbling into your sides.

Or hands kneading into your tummy.

Or someone making a little path with their fingers allll the way to your death spot

Or someone cooing at how cute your laugh is.

Or someone letting out a laugh of their own of pure adoration at your happy laughter as they scribble and knead and tickle and everything else you could ever think of!

Or someone blowing raspberries wherever they can reach just to hear your adorable laughter as you squirm and laugh~

Oh but be warned if you let out such cute, adorable laughter- how could they ever stop? They couldn't! They would just have to keep tickling you to hear more!

I guess it's good you aren't in a lee mood! And now you know what not to think about :D

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Knock knock~ Hey I saw how you wanted some tickle requests for rise, how bout something like lee!Mikey and ler!Donnie. Maybe Mikey Is being Mikey and Donnie wrecks him with tickles?

~ 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚟𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ~

💜🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @rice-cake-teen10 💜🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝙹𝚂𝙷𝙳𝚈𝚆𝙹𝚂𝙷 𝙷𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙴 🫶🏾💖💕✨!!! 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍) 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠💔. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚈𝚈𝚈 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 💞˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟷𝟷𝟷

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 (𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢’𝚜) 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟺/𝟽! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎…

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!! 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚢𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠—)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz @savemeafruitjuice @saturnzskyzz

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @titters-and-tingles @cedarrthefluffylee

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 🫠👍🏾

𝚃𝚆: 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚢𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚕 🤩🫶🏾

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙲 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙿 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙿!!! 𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻!!!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Donnnnniieeeee!” Mikey whined loudly, bursting into his older brother’s room completelyunannounced, basically breaking off the hinges of the door just to get inside. 

The scientist in question fought back the irritated groan that was bubbling in his throat as his brother walked in, continuing to type on his computer as the box turtle inched closer and closer towards him. “Michaeeeelllll.” Donnie replied without looking up from his device, his monotone voice not quitematching the same enthusiasm as his sibling’s when the youngest called his name— but close! 

To an extent, anyway.

“What is it that you require, Michael?” The purple loving turtle asked, “I’m quite busy right now.” 

The youngest turtle bit back a groan, crossing his arms and raising one of his eye ridges disapprovingly, “Busy doing what? All I see is you typing on your computer like you work a nine to five.” 

“Dealing with you is like working a nine to five.”The taller turtle retorted, “But anyways, while you’re here, I would very much appreciate it if you looked over my coding for one of my inventions.” The elder went into a file and as a result, a handful of numbers and signs showed up on the screen. 

The box turtle squinted his eyes as if he was nearsighted; looking closer at the codings to try and decipher what the actual hell his brother was expecting him to look for.

“Yes, yes. I know.” The scientist huffed, “It’s very traumatizing to look at. Trust me…I would know, I made the darn thing.” 

“It looks like your face. That’s traumatizing enough.” The youngest grinned smugly.

“…I don’t even know why I try…” The second oldest grumbled, “Okay, now off with thee. I have work to do.” Donatello said as he lightly pushed the youngest away from him so he could leave him to his work. But Mikey stood his ground firmly, going up to his older brother and sitting on his lap, making sure that he slouched just the right amount so that Donnie couldn’t see the device screen.

The elder sighed at the behavior, trying his best to get his younger brother off of him but every time he at least attempted to, the youngest would just put more of his body weight onto him. “Audible groan…gehet off of meehee!” Donnie whined in defeat as Mikey grinned triumphantly. 

“Nah. Your pretty comfy. It’s like sitting on a sofa.” 

“You’re built like a sofa, you goon! Now get off of me!” Donatello huffed, pushing on his little brother’s shell in one last attempt to get this orange life draining leech away from his precious body. 

“Ihi aham giving you fihive seconds to gehet off.” 

“Ohor whahat? Yohou gonna shohow meehee more coding?” 

Donnie raised an amused brow, resting his hands at the youngest’s sides but not quite moving his fingers yet. The art loving teen squeaked in surprise at the new sensation at his sides, immediately hugging his middles protectively, “D-Dohohon’t!” 

“One…two…”

Donnie held Mikey’s sides with his hands.

“Three…four…”

He rolled his eyes fondly, pinching the younger’s sides softly as he started to tickle him.

“Five.”

The orange banded teen giggled immediately, squirming in his older brother’s lap ever so slightly, “Stahap ihit!” He squeaked, holding onto his brother’s wrists as the softshell couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the gesture. 

“Do you reallllly want me to stop or are you just saying that?” The elder smirked, “You could’ve gotten out of my lap but you chose not to.” 

The artist loving teen blushed slightly at the question, “Dohonnie weehee ahahare nahat doing thihis right nohow!”

“I’m just asking you a simple question, little brother. I don’t understand the difficulty with you failing to answer it…” The purple banded teen hummed as he dug his hands into the other’s underarms, “Yes or no?”

The art loving turtle screamed, kicking his legs in the air and shaking his head back and forth. “YeHES! Freeheeaking *squeak* stahaHAP!” 

“Oh, so yes? So you do want me to continue tickling you?” Donatello grinned at his choice of wordplay. The youngest’s laughter raised an octave as he squirmed and tried to slip away from his brother’s tickly grasp and fingers. 

The taller turtle quickly typed in his wristwatch, his spider arms coming out of his battle-shell and holding the other’s wrists, pulling his arms away so he couldn’t hug his middles nor squirm away. 

Mikey gulped comically, squirming in his brother’s lap still. “N-NAHA— *squeak* noho! JuhUST NOHOHOH!”

“Ohhhhh. I understand now. So you don’t want me to stop tickling you?” 

“STAHAP TWIHISTING MYHY WOHORDS!” 

“I’m not!” The young genius grinned, “I’m just asking you to clarify!”

The smaller turtle squealed loudly, attempting to pull his wrists free from the spider arms but all his attempts ending in vain as his older brother just continued to tickle him.

“So just clarifying…you want me to continue tickling you?” 

“DEEHEEHEE!!!”

“What~? I’m just asking if you want me to tickle you. That you perhaps came in here with the intention of getting tickled by yours truly—“

“STAH— *squeal* *squeak* STAHAP STAHAP STAHAP!!!”

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother’s frantic giggles, stopping his tickling attack but wiggling his fingers directly above the other turtle’s ribs, causing the younger’s heart to drop in anticipation as he squirmed like he’s never squirmed before. 

The softshell poked the smaller turtle’s ribs teasingly a couple times, “You gonna get off of me now~?”

“IHI CAHA— *squeal* IHI CAHAN’T— *squeak*!!!” The younger teen cried out. Michelangelo was completely lost in his own laughter wonderland, still trying to at least get UP from his older brother’s lap. But with the softshell’s spider arms holding his wrists away from him, it made it even harder. 

And the fact that he was completely laughing his shell off didn’t help either. 

AND the fact that Donnie was making some dumb game out of this wasn’t helping either.

If there was one thing you needed to know about the youngest, it was that Mikey could not take the anticipation. At all.

Like, at. ALL.

And Donnie was just being pure Disney villain evil about it too. Which automatically made absolutely everything ten times worse…

Wait. Hold on a second…

What were even some purple Disney villain’s that Donnie resembled anyway?

Because at the end of the day the second oldest was a villain (no one just has uranium just casually stored in their room…), but Mikey just had to find out which villain. 

The Evil queen? Nah. Too princessy. 

Ursula? Nope. Too sea witchy. 

Maleficent? No. Too emo (even for Donnie). 

Dr. Facilier? …yes actually. 

Donnie and Dr. Facilier don’t have similar goals per se but they definitely do look similar. And they dance the same to. They boogie down like they’re wet noodles just coming out of a boiling pot. 

The box turtle isn’t usually known for throwing people under the bus…but somewhere, somehow, his purple cladded older brother was definitely on the watch list. 

Now…what was Mikey doing?

Oh, yeah! Getting absolutely murdered by his older brother. Fantastic.  

“Someone’s a little ticklish, huh?” The elder commented as the box turtle’s laughter kept ranging from a squeaky door to a door mouse. 

“GYAHAH— *squeak* WAHA— EEEEHEHAHA!!!”

“Don’t worry, take your time.” The scientist giggled back.

“PLEHEASE!! DAHA— *squeak*!!! IHI CAHAN’T MOOHOOHOOVE!”

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re not going to get up from my lap?”

Mikey screeched, hitting his brother’s plastron with his shell and carapace, “IHI PHYSICAHALLY CAHAHANNOT MOOHOOVE YOHOU FUHUCKIN—!!!” 

“I can give you until the count of ten. I’m adding an extra five seconds just because I’m so nice.”

“YOHOU AHARE NOHOWHERE NEAR NIHICE—“

“One…”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT!!!”

“Two…”

“DOHOH— *squeal* DEEHEE!”

“Three…”

“SHIHIHIT!!!”

“Four…”

“PLEHEHA— *squeal* MYHY GAHAHASH!”

“Five…”

“JUHUST GEHET OHOHON WIHITH IHIHIT!” 

“Six…”

“DOHOHONNIE!!”

“Seven…”

“I WIHILL KIHILL YOHOU IN YOHOUR SLEEHEEHEEP!”

“I’d like to see you try. Anyways, eight…”

“EEEEEEE!!!”

“Nine…”

“GOHODDAMIHIT!”

“Ten~!”

Mikey braced himself both physically and mentally as Donnie said that dreadful double digit number. He rested the back of his head on his older brother’s shoulder, closing his eyes and pursing his lips to prepare from the attack. 

But as the smaller mutant kept waiting and waiting…the tickles never came. The youngest hesitantly opened one eye as he saw his older brother’s fingers still wiggling right directly over his ribs. 

All the while, the elder just smirked evilly. The box turtle grumbled through his stifled giggles, looking up so he could glare fully at his brother.

Dr. Facilier looking ass…

“Here it comes…” The young genius said with anticipation, “Annnnny moment…”

The box turtle broke eye contact, just shutting his eyes tight as he could do absolutely nothing but wait for his brother to do the inevitable. “You must be absolutely dying knowing it’s coming…” Donnie commented as Mikey just about screamed, not being able to hold the dam that was holding his laughs in any longer.

The softshell smiled at the cackles, tracing his fingers on his younger brother’s stomach, “I’m just sointrigued to find out what would happen if I just..” He trailed off, randomly poking right below the art loving turtle’s ribs. 

The taller mutant just absolutely loved putting his brother’s on anticipatory rollercoaster’s when tickling them (as you can see).

“I could stay here alllllll day…” The elder mused, “My hands are riiiiiight here, Angleo~!”

“Fuhuhuck yohou…” Mikey giggled through gritted teeth, trying not to give his older brother an ounce of laughter whatsoever…but that ship has already sailed and went to a new ocean by now.  

“Oh, wow. Cussing me out now, hm?” The purple banded turtle questioned in disbelief as he landed a couple last pokes to Mikey’s lower ribs,  “NONONOHO NOHOHO! OHOMIGAHAHASH IHI’M SAHAHARRY!!!” The youngest immediately gave in and apologized, his laughs raising a higher octave than a flute ever possibly could as he descended into loud cackles. 

“Really? Your 'sahaharry?'”

“YEHES *squeal* YEHEHEHES!!!”

The elder hummed in acknowledgment, scribbling his nails all over his baby brother’s ribs. Happy tears appeared in the younger’s eyes as he could really do nothing but just laugh at this point in time. 

The youngest could barely even speak anymore, his giggles and squeals nearly drowning out his words, “STAHAH IHI C— *squeal* IHIHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!! DEEHEE COHOME OHOHAHAN!” 

“Amused laugh. Angelo, please. I’m barely tickling you.” Donnie said as he now kneaded Mikey’s lowest rib. In result, the younger immediately jolted backwards, catching the older teen completely off guard. 

“OMIGOSH!!!” Donnie yelled in panic, his metal and meat fingers both stopping the tickling onslaught towards Mikey as he hugged him fully now. The scientist and the artist both fell down on the tile floor with the chair; the young geniuses battle-shell breaking their fall. 

There was a slight pause of silence before both of the brother’s broke into a large fit of laughter. Michelangelo stood, helping his brother up as they both continued to laugh.

“Thahat wahas…oho my gohosh…” The softshell snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he put the chair back to where it originally was. “Yohou lihiterally jumped uhus into tomorrow…” He commented. 

Michelangelo panted heavily and let out soft giggles as he tried to catch his breath. The box turtle’s face was burning from how hard he’d been laughing but also because of how flustered he was due to the situation. 

Mikey shrugged, “Whahat cahan I say? I’m aha mahahaster ahat acrobatics.” 

Donatello raised a brow teasingly, facing his younger brother, “Oho, so you can do acrobatics but you can’t dance?” 

“Okahay, now you juhust ruined thehehe moment.” 

The purple banded turtle just chuckled, closing his laptop and putting it to charge on the desk. The smaller turtle grinned, going next to Donnie, “Sohoooo! Does thahat mean yohou like meehee mohore thahahan your computer and coding~?”

Donatello shrugged, trying to look uninterested, “Eh. I suppose so.” 

“Awe, c’mon. You lohooove me.” 

“I tolerate you. To an extent, anyway.” 

“Wow. Thanks so much. I feel sooooo special.” Mikey deadpanned, putting a hand to his chest as Donnie hugged him. “As you should.” The elder said, glancing at his wrist-watch. “Hm. We should probably get some snacky-snacks…it’s around 1 p.m.” He stated, trying to walk to the exit/entrance but was stopped due to the result of the youngest still hugging him. 

Donatello sighed fondly, peering down to the teen in question, “Your not going to let go of me, are you?” 

“Nooope!” 

“Figured.” The scientist huffed softly, shaking his head. 

“Now let’s go to the kitchen!”Michelangelo beamed, him and Donnie shimmy-ing out of the purple room and into the hallway, on their way to find some 'snacky-snacks' to eat for lunch. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[greenticklerdreams]

The curves of the sides of a lee's upper body when they're laying face down.

That's it, that's the post.

[bigdumbtickler03]

Chubby tummies are great because:

They’re very soft

They’re squishy

They can be used as a pillow

They look cute

And my favorite reason? They’re perfect for tickling 🥰

[jellybean-tv]

Okay, so APPARENTLY the world's LIGHTEST, SOFTEST, SLOWEST, and BARELY PERCEIVABLE touches get me??

Too fast? Won't work as well. Not almost a phantom touch? Won't work as well.

Jeez, I can't IMAGINE what it'd be like to have a partner with the coordination to work more than one extra soft t-word tool at a time, pffft. Two makes his hands get confused, fjdjdj.

If I somehow ended up in a space where a group of friends or something all got their hands on like, those little fluffy fake grass pieces or something and decided to all go after me at once? I dunno... I think I might end up on the floor. QuQ'''''''

[anxious-lee]

All tums are adorable. Big tummies, little tummies, doesn't matter. They're too much fun to tickle

[partickleaccelerator]

When I say “laugh for me, babygirl,” that’s an order, not an invitation.

[guppygiggles]

💙 Tickle Asks! 💙

🔞 No minors, please! 🔞

General

☁️ What are your favorite tickle tropes or scenarios?

⛈️ Is it difficult for you to say the word?

🌥️ Who are your favorite characters to see in tickle scenes, or who would you like to see?

🌦️ Do you have a preference for more fluffy, lighthearted tickling, or more serious/intense scenes?

🌩️ What kind of tickle content do you like to see/make the most? (art, stories, gifs, etc.)

🌨️ Do you have a favorite tickle experience from real life?

🌤️ Broadly, how does tickling make you feel?

☀️ Are there any tickling scenes from books, movies, or shows that you're a fan of?

🌈 Favorite tickle tools/techniques you like to see used? Any you don't like?

☔ Any songs or music that you associate with tickling, or that put you in a tickle mood?

⚡ Do you like teasing? Are there any teasy words/phrases you especially like to see or hear? Any you dislike?

🌪️ Are there any tropes/scenarios associated with specific seasons or holidays that you enjoy?

🌫️ Broadly, do you like pinning/bondage, or do you prefer to see free range of motion with lots of squirming?

💧 Are there any tropes, spots, or scenarios you think are underrated?

🌂 Are you open with your IRL friends about how you feel about tickling?

For Lees

🧁 Favorite spots to be tickled?

🍰 Most ticklish spots?

🍦 Do you like being teased? Do you have any favorite/most effective teases?

🍒 Are your death spots also your favorite spots, or are they different?

🍧 What is your tickle laugh like? Is it different depending on the spot?

🍨 Do you like being pinned/restrained? If yes, what methods do you like the most?

🍩 Favorite tools/techniques to have used on you? Are they different depending on the spot?

🍓 Do you have a “dream scenario” for being tickled?

🍪 Are there any characters you love to imagine tickling you?

🍫 Do you like a stern, serious ler, or one who laughs along with you? Perhaps some combination of both?

🎂 Are there any spots that make you melt?

🍯 Is there anything in real life that tends to make you more ticklish than usual? (wearing socks, being surprised, being sleepy, etc).

🍮 Do you like being surprised with tickles, or do you prefer to know it's coming?

🍭 Do you do anything other than laugh while being tickled? Begging, pleading, swearing, etc?

🍬 Are you able to ask for tickles? If you can't say the word, how do you usually indicate that you want to be tickled, or provoke someone into tickling you?

For Lers

❤️ Are there spots you especially love to tickle?

🧡 Does tickling someone fluster you?

💛 Are there any particular vocalizations/begging that you love to hear from a lee?

💚 Is there anything a lee could do, say, or wear that would make you want to tickle them, or want to tickle them more?

💙 Are you vocal while tickling someone, or pretty quiet? If vocal, what do you like to say?

💜 Are you ticklish? Do you enjoy being tickled, too?

🖤 Do you have favorite tools/techniques to use, provided the lee is okay with them?

💕 Do you like to use lotion or oil on a lee while tickling them?

💖 Is there anything you have found that seems to make a lee more ticklish? This could be teasing, clothing, tools, etc.

💗 Any “dream scenarios” as a ler?

💘 Any characters that you would just love to tickle?

💝 Do you like being provoked? If yes, how?

💟 Do you like to use blindfolds or gags, provided the lee is okay with them?

💌 Any particular positions you love to put a lee in for a tickling?

💞 Even if you do not daydream about being tickled, would you let a lee get revenge on you?

[hype-blue-fixation]

SFW Lee/Ler Alastor Tickle Headcannons (Because they are plaguing my mind and I will not be able to do homework until they're out.) warning that some of these might be slightly intense?? So yur :>

LER

He loves being an overly playful and extremely teasy ler. It depends on his mood and he can switch it up in a heartbeat.

His favorite teases (to give and receive) are related to power dynamics, eating someone, or metaphorically killing them.

His favorite spots to tease are ribs, bellies, necks, and spines.

Most of the time he sticks to using claws, teeth, and tongue to tickle. But occasionally he will venture to use feathers, brushes, or knives. Only if the lee is comfortable, of course.

He loves a vocal lee. Giggle, scream, choke on your own laughs. He'll eat it all up.

He notices everything. He comments on everything. Radio is audio only, after all. How will anyone know what a precious lee is doing unless he announces it?

Constantly fishes for feedback from his lee. If they express being genuinely uncomfortable or use a safe word, he will immediately back off and give them space. But he will make fun of it later (unless his lee specifically asks him not to joke about it) just to be a playful pester. "Last time I tickled you, you had to use our safe word! I'm just soooo terrible, aren't I~?"

Makes DIRECT eye contact. CONSTANTLY.

Will baby talk a lee into oblivion.

Nonchalantly says flustering things and drops t-word bombs in casual conversations.

Makes fun of people's fluster topics. "What do you mean, you can't say 'tickle'? I'll say it for you! Tickle tickle tickle~!", "Oh, you're ticklish behind the knees? That's such a nonsensical place, darling!"

Loves demanding clear sentences when he's in the middle of tickling someone senseless.

He loves breaking a bratty lee with spider soft tickles and flustery teases. It's so satisfying to see them lose control~

Cracks the dumbest jokes to make his lee laugh before he even touches their body. He calls it "tenderizing" them.

He only dishes out teases that he would also enjoy, so it's not uncommon for him to fluster himself to pieces.

LEE

Tickles a ler to provoke them to tickle back.

Purposely puts himself in vulnerable positions to invite a ler to tickle him. Such as sitting with his body twisted to leave his ribs open, or practically putting his arm/neck in their face when reaching across them.

100% a masochistic lee. He will purposely keep his arms up and twist to give his ler the best access to his tickle spots.

He is a very vocal and dramatic lee. Volume settings are loud and louder.

He will quip, tease, and provoke his ler as long as he has breath. They need to know he always gets the last word.

Loves silly jokes and other dumb things. Like if Lucifer tickled him while wearing a duck suit, man would absolutely crack up and double die before he was even touched.

His favorite "tools" are claws, teeth, tongue, and knives. Basically anything dangerous or related to eating.

The more a ler promises him something will hurt or make him fall apart, the more excited and anticipated he gets.

His favorite spots are the belly, neck, forearms, and ears. Especially really soft tickles. He will absolutely melt.

While he loves intense rough tickling, soft tickles will always be his favorite. They make him think of his Mama doing "kittytails" when he got too overstimulated as a kid. They make him extremely giggly and affectionate.

Tickling is his primary way of bonding in a relationship. If he invites/asks you to tickle him, that means he genuinely wants an emotional connection and doesn't just see you as a toy.

Honestly I will probably think of more, so consider this part 1 of God knows how many.

Also have some bratty lee headcannons here if you want them.

[positiveglitchexists]

Me when

[gaybananabread]

♪*✧⁠Ramshackle Day Off✧⁠*♪

~It’s official: I’ve gained yet another hyperfixation. I absolutely LOVED the pilot for Ramshackle; the trash goblins grabbed my focus. So, as with all my faves, they’re getting the special treatment. If this is your flavor of interest, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Stone

Lers: Skipp, Vinnie

Summary: Stone’s having one of his emo moments, feeling down and not even cracking his usual half-smile. Skipp and Vinnie decide to help, using the one method they know will always cheer up their grungy friend. 

Warnings: alcohol/cigarettes mentioned! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In their slum alley, the three lovable scraps lounged about, enjoying one of the very few days where they didn't have to fight to survive.

Vinnie had hit the motherload that morning in a dumpster: an entire case of Hickory Smoked Beans, just past their expiration date. It was a Ramshackle miracle.

Since they didn't have to forage for money or food, the trio could take a sort of off-day. While Vinnie and Skipp were lounging and making the most of it, Stone couldn't help but feel morose.

Sure, they had enough food for a few days. But what happens after that? What would they do when they ran out and had to go back to their normal pattern? What if they couldn't get enough, and not even shoes could sustain them?

He'd usually just chug a bit of liquor to calm those thoughts, but it didn't seem to be doing much. Life felt…impossibly meaningless. Like no matter how hard they tried, the universe would continue to put them in their place at the very bottom.

Stone had a particular look when he got into those moods. His eyes seemed distant, he sighed more, and a bottle of some cheap, scavenged liquor was always nearby. 

While looking for some fabric to patch his newest jacket hole, Skipp noticed his friend's sullen attitude. It wasn't a rare sight, by any means, but it still worried him to see Stone so upset. 

“Hey…you alright, Stone? You seem kinda out of it.” Skipp kept a respectful distance, not knowing if his friend was in a touch-positive mood or not. He extended a hand to silently ask if touch was okay. Stone shrugged, taking a swig from his mystery bottle. 

“Aren’t we all? ‘re we ever really in it, or are we jus’ waitin’ for death to find us and put us in our final place?”

“Uh…okay?” Skipp patted the emotional man’s head before scooting away, going to find Vinnie. She would know what to do…probably.

Vinnie was lounging on one of their make-shift nests when Skipp found her. She groaned, stretching as she sat up from the pile of ratty blankets and coats.

“What is it now? Today’s supposed to be relaxing,” she whined, running a hand through her unruly hair. Skipp pointed to their drunken, miserable-looking friend. “Stone’s in a sad mood again.”

“Fuckin’...course he is. The one damn day we get off…” Vinnie grumbled, dramatically hauling herself completely out of her semi-comfortable nest. “He okay with touch?”

After the blonde nodded, she marched over to Stone, waving for him to do the same. Instead of greeting him, she straddled the dejected man, squeezing his hips.

“GRK- Vihihinnie! W-whahat the hehell?!” Stone dropped his bottle, hands flying to grab Vinnie’s wrists. He was drunk, though, so his fight wasn’t a very effective one.

Skipp blushed, his eyes widening. Vinnie’s fix was…tickling him? The optimistic guy never could handle watching tickle fights without getting flustered, but now…

It looked fun from both perspectives, and Stone was quite upset. He was pretty sure his mind would behave and let him wreck his friend for one.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re cheering you up!” Even though his cheeks were still rosy, Skipp joined in, spidering his short nails on Stone’s kneecaps. It would almost certainly come back to haunt him later, but he didn’t really mind; that was a sort of bonus.

“Yep. It’s too good of a day for that depressing bullshit. You need to learn how to smile, ya mopey shit.” Vinnie was a bit less sweet, but there was a kindness in her salty words. She really cared for Stone, even if he was a depressing asshole sometimes.

“Guhuhuys! Fuhuck ohohohoff!” Stone squirmed and twisted under Vinnie, feeling the four evil hands on him. He squeezed Vinnie’s wrists, though he wasn’t exactly trying to shove her off. This wasn't lost on his friends.

“Aww, you like this, don’t you?” Surprisingly, Skipp was the one to tease him. It wasn’t exactly meant to be one, but that’s what it felt like to the giggling man. He groaned through the happy sound, covering his face with one hand. 

“Holy shit, Skipp. I think you’re right!” Vinnie chuckled, though she already knew that was the case. It was hardly the first time she’d used the method to get Stone to quit moping, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. He needed to smile more.

“Wonder what happens if I go here…” Vinnie clawed at the back of Stone’s ribs, making him snort and start cackling. It was his worst spot, and she knew it. “Oh. That. How cute!”

Was that a bit mean? Maybe, yeah, but Stone seemed like he was writing gothic poetry that morning. The shithead needed to laugh that Ramshackle sadness off.

“’M NOHOHOT CUHUTE!” Stone was practically losing it at that point. Skipp had decided to move to the undersides of his knees. That combined with the backs of his ribs was almost more than he could handle. Almost.

“VIHIHINNY! GEHE’ OHOHOHOFF’A THEHEHERE!” Stone writhed, arching his back to try and avoid her fingers. He kicked his legs, but that was pretty much useless when she was on his thighs. Skipp had free reign of his lower body, and Vinnie was practically unstoppable up top.

“But I like it here! You look like Maggot with all that squirming, dude.” She mentioned their angelic friend, trying to get him blushing more. His cheeks were pink, but Vinnie wanted more. She knew how red he could get.

“Oh yeah, he does!” Out of Stone’s view, Skipp giggled, making Stone groan. That little ball of sunshine just had to comment on everything, didn’t he? Stone cared for him, of course; he just wanted to lovingly strangle him sometimes.

“You know what eats maggots, Stone?” He flipped the blonde off, but Skipp didn’t mind. The next few seconds would make up for that. “Jumping spiders!”

Skipp clawed his hands, switching spots every few seconds to spider each area on his legs. It was kinda dumb, but scientifically accurate. That, and it tickled like crazy.

“SKIHIHIHPP! IHIHI- PFFAHAHAHA!” All protests died, swallowed up in loud, throaty cackles. His nerves were practically on fire, his thoughts drowned out by his own laughter. It was finally too much.

“EHEHENOHOUGH!” Stone yelled through his mirth, patting Vinnie’s shoulder. She immediately pulled away, Skipp following suit. Vinnie climbed off, giving him a second. 

Stone immediately curled in on himself, turning into a giggly pill bug as he recovered. “F-fuhuhuck youhu guhuhuhuys…” 

Vinnie chuckled, used to his profanities. She knows they usually mean he had fun, but was still a bit salty. Skipp, however, was concerned they’d crossed a line. “Stone? Did we go too far?”

The man huffed, swallowing another bout of giggles. His composure was mostly back, the thin line of his lips showing a ghost of a smile. “Nah, yohou’re fine. Youhu suck, thohough.”

Rolling her eyes, Vinnie nudged the giggly man’s shoulder. “Ah, whatever. You were being a downer, and you know it.” 

Stone lovingly flipped her off and grumbled something under his breath. Skipp pulled both of them into a hug, and for once, Stone didn’t pull away. He’d never admit it, but the embrace felt nice at that moment.

“C’mon, guys. Let’s enjoy our day off!” Skipp’s attitude remained bright as ever. Stone opened his mouth to argue, but huffed and shook his head. 

“Fine. I’m taking Vinnie’s nest.” Stone sauntered over to the pile of cloth, smirking at Vinnie’s near-instant outrage.

“Hey! Get your own rags, Nevermore!” The two started playfully wrestling, fighting over the nest Skipp knew they’d end up sharing. He leaned against the wall of the slum alley, watching his friends and taking in the happiness they both now felt.

Yep. Perfect Ramshackle day off.

[thecursedanon]

Rainy Day

Characters: Lee!Yuji, Ler!Nanami, Sukuna(only in Yuji's head), Megumi, Nobara, Inumaki (because I love this little dork, okay? lol) Genre: Comfort <3 Word Count: 3166 Summary: Yuji Is super down today, that and he's not been sleeping well due to the nightmares he's been having. His friends, concerned about him go to Nanami with their concerns, and the stoic teacher takes it upon himself to cheer Itadori up. A/N: Hey, Curse here! This was originally intended to be part of the Amusement Park Aftermath fic, but I couldn't organically fit it in so I split them up... so that's why there are similarities in the setting. Enjoy!

Though the mood had been upbeat and calm in the days before, today it seemed as though a rain cloud loomed over Jujutsu Tech-- both figuratively and literally. Everyone seemed a bit more somber today.

Even Yuji wasn’t immune to the effects as he gazed out his window at the bleak gray sky, winds whipping the trees around and causing the leaves to drift around with reckless abandon.

He sighed softly, leaning over and resting his face on his palms as he watched the gloominess outside from the edge of his bed.

He heard his door open, but didn’t turn around or acknowledge it. Nobara and Megumi had been peeking in on him periodically to make sure he was still alive, clearly unused to the pink haired teen being a recluse.

“He’s still moping.” Megumi sighed.

“Should we go get Gojo sensei?” Nobara asked.

“We want to cheer him up, not make him worse.”

“I dunno, he seems pretty good at this kind of thing...”

Inumaki poked his head into the room with them, signing as he spoke. “Bonito flakes…” Megumi is right… “Mustard Leaf.” Gojo would just overwhelm him more.

“Well, do you have a better idea?”

Inumaki paused, the blonde tapped his chin as he became deep in thought. Nobara shot Megumi a look that screamed; ‘this is who we’re taking ideas from?’ as she gestured to the other teen.

“Tuna mayo?” Maybe Nanami can help?

“If Gojo can’t help, what makes you think Nanami sensei can?”

“He’s right.” Megumi nodded in agreement with Toge’s idea. “Nanami is our best bet. If something serious is going on, Yuji might be more comfortable talking to Nanami about it.”

Inumaki nodded his head, looking quite pleased with himself as Nobara sighed. “Fine, let’s go find him…” With that, the trio headed to Nanami’s classroom and explained the worrying situation to him.

“That explains why he hasn’t been blowing my phone up this morning…” He sighed softly. Yuji had a bad habit of spamming his phone with an overabundance of positive texts, or any and all memes he found that he thought were funny… most of the time they weren’t.

“I’ll go talk to him,” He nodded, standing up from his desk. “Thank you for coming to me.”

Back In Yuji’s room, he had actually started to doze off watching the rain fall down his window when there was a knock at his door. He sighed, trying to ignore their efforts.

There was another knock, this one softer and a bit more hesitant than the first. 

“Guys, I’m not dead in here. you can stop checking on me.” He called out, half asleep.

“Itadori?”

Yuji perked up at the sound of the voice. “Nanamin?”

“Is it alright if I come in?”

The pinkette nodded, but realized he couldn’t see him. “Yeah, you can come in.” he responded, turning around to look at the door.

Nanami walked in and closed the door behind him, assessing Yuji carefully for any signs of distress. “I haven’t heard from you In a while… I wanted to check in on you.” He said, his voice softer than usual.

Itadori smiled a little, and when he did, Nanami could see just how exhausted the teen looked. “Yeah, sorry… I haven’t been on my phone.”

That in and of itself was alarming.

The blonde teacher approached him cautiously. “Yuji, you look like you haven’t been sleeping.” He observed out loud. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Itadori brushed off his concern, trying to shake off the fatigue. “Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Watching too many Jennifer Lawrence movies, again?” There was a note of teasing on his words as he spoke to the pink haired boy. (Okay, more than a note.)

Yuji felt his face heat up. “Noooo…” He subtly nudged his chair to conceal a stack of Jennifer Lawrence movies he had in fact been watching the night before. 

Nanami, of course, saw this. He let out a small chuckle as he idly picked up one of Itadori’s blankets from the floor, folding it as he spoke. “Yuji, if something is bothering you… you know you can talk to me, right?” He asked, glancing up at the teen as he neatly set it down on the bed. “Even if you think it’s something minor…”

Yuji bit his lip and looked back out the window. “Yeah… I know that…It’s just my thoughts are so scrambled right now… I don’t even know how to start talking about what’s bothering me...”

Nanami frowned, picking up another blanket and approaching the pinkette with it. He carefully draped it around him and sat down next to him. “I understand…”

A memory flickered to the forefront of his mind, he recalled saying something similar to his best friend when he was Yuji’s age. Haibara had responded by looking for the fluffiest, most comforting blanket he could find in their dorm room and damn near smothered Kento with it as he wrapped him up in it and hugged him tightly.  

It was times like this that he wished Yu had still been alive, he’d be much better at this sort of thing than he was… “I’m sorry.” Kento said softly, his hands firmly grasping his students shoulders. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yuji looked at the window, the rain and wind had kicked up even more outside. “Can I… have a hug?”

Nanami nodded, not hesitating to engulf him in a big protective hug at his request. “Of course you can.”

Yuji smiled, the warmth from the blanket and the warmth radiating from the tight hug was soothing to him. He wrapped his arms around Nanami in response, resting his head on his shoulder. 

As he sat there with him, the room silent save for the rain falling outside and the soft breathing, he felt his racing thoughts slowing down a bit… making more sense rather than being incoherent whispers speaking over each other.

But that soon became a problem too, as the reason for his anguish presented itself.

He was sad.

He was really fucking sad… He missed his grandpa. He was exhausted from trying to put on a brave front all the time, when the truth of the matter was; he was still just a scared, sad kid who missed the only family he had ever truly had...

As Nanami sat there holding the student, he felt him begin to tremble in his arms. “Itadori?” He asked softly, holding the teen tighter to try to silently reassure him he was okay.

“I’m… sorry…” Came the small, whimper of a reply. Small sobs escaped his shaking form as he buried his face in the blonde’s chest, his tears soaking into the blue fabric.

“Hey… don’t be sorry.” Kento responded, keeping his tone low and gentle in an attempt to soothe the boy. “It’s okay… shh… you’re okay.” He began rubbing circles into the pinkette’s back as he spoke. “I’m here with you and I’m not going anywhere…”

If Yuji hadn’t have already been crying, he would have been now. He clung onto his mentor like a scared child as he sobbed harder.

It became clear to Nanami just how much pain the boy was in, his muffled cries sounding anguished and terrified. It absolutely broke his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take the pain away from the usually bright light hearted teen, and he desperately wanted to.

“I’m so tired of being scared, Nanami!” he cried into his chest.

“Yuji… It’s going to be okay, you have nothing to be afraid of here. I’ll protect you.” The usually stoic teacher whispered in response.

“But who will protect you?” Itadori whimpered, burrowing further into his protective hold. “I can’t lose you too!!”

“Yuji…” Nanami felt his heart twist at the student’s outburst, he wished more than anything he could say that he wouldn’t lose him, and that everything would be okay in the end… but he knew from his own experience that wasn’t the case. He knew how cruel this line of work was… it didn’t discriminate with the lives it claimed.

“I can’t lose you…!” The boy sobbed, his frame shaking like a leaf in the blonde teacher’s strong arms. “P-Please…!”

“Shhh… hey, listen to me okay? I have no intentions of going anywhere.” Kento whispered, gently rocking Itadori in his arms. “Why are you so worried about me? I haven’t died yet.”

“I…” Yuji pulled back, looking up at Nanami with tears falling down his face. That also broke his heart. “I-I’ve been having these nightmares… Where y-you… you…”

“Shhh…” Nanami reached forward and gently pulled the crying pinkette back into his warm embrace, stroking his hair gently as he guided his head to rest against his chest. “Yuji, they’re just bad dreams… do you hear that? My heart is still beating. I’m still here. You’re okay… I’ve got you.”

This seemed to soothe some of anguish the boy was feeling, his sobs becoming small whimpers as he began to calm down at the sound of Nanami’s heartbeat in his ear.

They sat there In silence together for a while, the only other sound in the room was the rain hitting Yuji’s window and his sniffles and whimpers.

But soon those would silence too, and Itadori would slowly pull away from Nanami again. His eyes were puffy from all the crying he’d done, and his face was tear stained. “N-Nanamin?”

“Yes?”

“Th-Thank you…”

The blonde smiled softly at him, gently wiping away some of the remaining tears from his face. “Of course…” 

Yuji giggled a bit as Kento grazed against his neck when wiping his tears away, causing the blonde to pause and give him a confused look. “What was that?”

“Nothing.” Itadori said quickly, smiling nervously as his mentor stared at him.

Oh?

Nanami smirked, ghosting his fingers along Itadori’s neck, causing him to squeak and recoil with a giggle. “Nothing? Are you sure about that?”

“Nanami…”

“Itadori… you wouldn’t happen to be… ticklish, would you?”

“W-Well would you look at the time? I’m gonna be late for my training session with Gojo and-- ACK!”

“Oh no you don’t.” Kento grabbed onto the pinkette before he could escape, pulling him back into his arms and pinning him against him. “Even if you did have training with Gojo right now, which you don’t because he’s out of town… I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”

“Wh-What did I do?”

“I told you I’d protect you… that includes from yourself and your sadness.”

“But Nanamin… I’m not sad any--eeeeehehehehehe!” Yuji’s protests were interrupted by a squeal followed by adorably bubbly giggles as Nanami began to tickle him.

“Oh please, don’t insult my intelligence… I know you’re still sad, you’re just not crying anymore.” Nanami rolled his eyes fondly at the boy, squeezing at his side teasingly.

“Nahahahahanami! Ihihihit tickles!” Itadori whined, but despite his complaints he made no attempts to get away.

Nanami chuckled at his reactions, sneaking his hand underneath Yuji’s shirt to lightly tickle his bare side. “Does it now~? How unfortunate for you… because I have no intentions of stopping until you feel better~”

Yuji giggled harder as he leaned into Nanami’s hold. “Ihihihihi’m not sahahahahad anymore!”

“Itadori, It’s okay to be sad…” Nanami said soothingly, skittering his fingers up and down his ribs as he spoke. “It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you suffer through it alone.”

The most adorable thing about this whole thing? Yuji wasn’t resisting, he was actually angling himself in ways that would give Nanami more access to his ticklish spots… which he found utterly adorable.

“Itadori, you know… you could at least pretend to want to get away~” Kento chuckled in amusement at his student.

“I dohohoho want to get ahahaway!” Yuji lied… because If he really wanted to get away, he totally could.

“Oh, you do, hm? Is that why you’re rolling around like a puppy trying to get me to scratch its belly?” Nanami couldn’t help but tease the boy, his fingers drifting to Yuji’s stomach. “Is this what you were looking for~?”

Itadori squealed as he felt Nanami’s fingers lightly dance across his toned stomach, practically melting in his mentor's hold as he laughed harder. “EHEHEHEHEEK!”

It’s now coming to Itadori’s attention that he may… and I repeat; may be… enjoying this. (He is.) 

Sure, every once In a while he’ll get the occasional poke here and there, or Gojo will be… well, Gojo… and tickle the absolute snot out of him but… Nanami’s tickles are much more gentle and affectionate. It’s almost relaxing in a sense… plus he never knew his parents, and his grandfather wasn’t exactly the most physically affectionate so it’s kind of healing to his inner child right now to be tickled by someone he views as a father figure.

Also, he just really loves playing around with him like this… this isn’t a side anyone sees of Nanami.

Did I mention Yuji is an adorable ball of sunshine yet? because he totally is.

“Ah, that was definitely what you wanted…” Nanami teased, his fingers tracing teasingly along his stomach, producing the most adorable giggles he’s heard in a very long time.

“Nahahahahanamin! Nohohohoho! Nahahat the behehehelly!” Yuji squealed, covering his face as his half hearted protests fell on deaf ears.

“Not the belly? why not? It seems like as good a spot as any…” Nanami hummed thoughtfully, pretending to consider it for a moment. “Hmm… Nope, sorry. I think I’m going to stay right here for a bit longer, you’re a tough kid, you can take it.”

Yuji squealed again as his stomach was tickled with more vigor.

‘Seriously, brat? He’s not kidding… You really are like a dog who wants his stomach rubbed. The only thing you’re missing is the damn leg kick.’ Sukuna taunted Yuji internally.  

‘Suhuhuhukuna shuhuhuhut up!’ Poor Yuji couldn’t even escape the teasing in his mind.

‘You know you could easily get this to stop, don’t you? Just allow me control and--’

‘Absolutely nahahahat!’

‘Why not? Don’t tell me… you actually ENJOY this, do you?’

‘Ihihihim not gonna lehehehet you hurt him!’

‘How pathetic… you truly are an annoying brat.’

“Nahahahanamihihihi plehehehease!”

The blond relented his attack, allowing the pinkette to catch his breath. “Are you feeling any better yet?” He asked gently, keeping his unofficial son trapped in his grasp as he calmed down.

Yuji nodded, giggling a bit still. “Y-Yeah.. thanks dad.”

Oh fuck.

He didn’t just…

Nanami froze as he heard those words come out of Itadori’s mouth.

Itadori panicked inwardly, his distress making Sukuna chuckle in amusement in the back of his mind. “I-I mean… yeah, thanks dad.” He said much more sarcastically this time, hoping that Nanami would go for it.

He did not. 

“Yuji… did you just… call me dad?”

Yuji felt himself tear up, fearful that he just ruined the relationship he had with Nanami. “Y-Yeah, but I meant it in a joking way.”

Kento frowned, he knew by the way the boy’s voice quivered that he was lying. “Yuji…”

“I-I’m sorry.” Yuji shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to contain his emotions. “I-I didn’t mean to… I-It… It jus-- EEK!”

Yuji shrieked as Nanami resumed his ticklish attack, now holding the teen’s arms above his head and tickling under his arms.

“NAHAHAHAHANAMI?? AHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHYHYHYHYHY ARE YOU TICKLING MEHEHEHE??”

“Because you’re sad again.” Nanami answered simply.

“AHAHAHAHAREN’T YOU MAHAHAHAD AT MEHEHE??”

Nanami leaned down a bit so he could speak directly into Yuji’s ear. “Why would I be mad?” His voice was low and calm, as if he wasn’t completely annihilating Yuji with tickles right now.

“BEHEHEHECAUSE IHIHIHI CALLED YOU-- EeEeEeEeEEEEK!” Yuji shrieked as Nanami blew a raspberry against his neck, cutting him off. “NAHAHAHAHA!!”

“I seem to have missed the part where you did something to make me mad…” Nanami smiled a bit, his fingers not slowing their pace against Itadori’s ticklish armpit whatsoever.

“BUHUHUHUT IHIHI… IHIHI CALLED YOUHUHU DAHAHAD-- AIEEE!”

Itadori was interrupted by another raspberry against his neck. “And?”

“IHIHIHIHIM SOHOHOHORRYEEEEHEHEHEHE!” Yuji shrieked again as he dealt another massive raspberry against his neck. Before he could form semi coherent sentences again, Nanami laid him down on his back on his bed and pinned his arms down above his head.

“Yuji Itadori… If you apologize to me again, you’re going to regret it.” Nanami said sternly, though his green eyes sparkled as his gaze remained gentle on the teen. “My cursed technique isn’t just useful for inflicting pain…It can also be used to make ticklish troublemakers even more ticklish…”

Yuji took a moment to catch his breath, and tried to collect his thoughts before responding. “N-Nanamin… Why aren’t you mad at me…?”

“I told you, you haven’t said anything to upset me.”

“But… I called you… D-Dad… That doesn’t upset you?”

Nanami smiled. “No… It doesn’t.” He let go of Itadori’s arms, and just let him lay there instead.

Yuji frowned, tears quickly flooding his eyes as he looked away. “You can’t possibly mean that… you’re just trying to reassure me-EEEE--” the pinkette squealed and began cackling again as Nanami blew a raspberry on his stomach.

“New rule, every time you apologize for no reason or overthink, I’m going to tickle you.” Kento smirked, watching as the boy composed himself again.

“B-But…”

“Yuji… I’m not just trying to reassure you. I meant that.” Nanami’s voice was gentle as he spoke. “If calling me Dad makes you happy then… you can call me that any time you want.”

Itadori sat up slowly, his eyes still sparkly with tears. “Y-You… really don’t mind?”

“Of course not.” Kento reached forward and wiped Yuji’s tears. “I happen to care about you.”

Welp. That did it… again.

Yuji started sobbing again, leaning forward and burying his face in Nanami’s chest as he ugly cried

Kento pulled him into a comforting hug, rubbing soothing circles into his back. “Shh… It’s okay now… You’re safe.”

‘You truly are a pathetic creature, you know that?’

‘That may be… but at least I’M loved sooo… suck it.’

After a few more minutes Yuji began to calm down, and he pulled back from Nanami. “Thank you… I needed that.” He smiled, wiping his eyes.

“You don’t have to thank me for comforting you, you know…” Nanami mused. “I really don’t mind.”

“Heh… Yeah I guess you’re right… sorry-- EEHEHEHE!” Yuji shrieked as Nanami reached forward and tickled his stomach, after using ratio to make him even more ticklish, of course.

“You never learn, do you?” Nanami sighed, though his words may have come out as disappointed, the playful glimmer in his eyes betrayed him.

It seemed It was going to take some time for Yuji to learn not to be so apologetic and overthink so much, and Nanami was content to keep tickling him until he got that message through his skull… Yuji was also content to let it happen.

[littleesistler]

Tickle rp - green and red flags

Hello dears, I’ve recently had a few conversations with my new lers and lees. And I wanted to make a checklist on how to stay safe during rp

Remember consent is given before, after and during all types of intimacy, so here are a few examples:

Before:

Age and pronouns

What names and nicknames may be used

Ask about boundaries

Decide what spots are going to be tickled

Spots that are gonna be avoided

What tools to use or avoid

Restraints, pinning and how close the lee and ler should be

If both parties should have a safe word

During:

ONLY tickle or mention spots that have been chosen

ONLY use tools and nicknames that have been chosen

Regularly check in and ask questions

Give options for breaks and changing position or technique

Respect safe words and boundaries

If someone changes their mind about a spot stop and talk about it

After:

Cuddles and reassurances

Relax and talk about calming things while both parties recollect themselves

Don’t evaluate instantly since both parties are still full of dopamine and the brain needs time to come down from a high and flustered mood

After a few minutes or even the next day evaluate how the session went for both parties

Stay in contact and don’t just disappear after you’ve gotten what you wanted

Tips for the ler:

Remember you are in a position of power and it’s your responsibility to be in charge since your lee is in a different headspace at the moment. Be carful not to go with the flow. The lee might say yes or keep giggling if you ask them something but afterwards they might regret it. In a flustered headspace you can’t think straight nor consent to a new thing. So that’s why boundaries were sett before. Stick to the script!

Tips for lees

Be on the lookout is your ler asking for boundaries, checking in and staying on track. Are they prioritizing your wants and needs? Do you feel safe to be vulnerable or does it feel forced? If you at any point get an icky or uncomfortable feeling, use a safe word and speak out. You can change your options before, after and during. But remember it’s harder to change something afterwards so speak up. And if you feel like you can’t be open with your ler, then why are you with them!

Please stay safe and rember people lie all the time online and in real life about their age, personality and intentions. If at any point someone feels disingenuous you have two options:

confront them

or

ignore them

A few last tips

Don’t laugh at or make an overstepping of a boundary into a joke, you’re valid to sett a stop and guidelines so don’t discredit yourself.

If an apology is mostly self centered and not taking your feelings into account it’s not genuine.

You don’t owe anyone anything: no pictures, no roleplay, no reactions and no time.

Be aware of gaslighting, manipulation, narcissistic and psychopathic tendencies and how to spot these actions.

Say no, use safe words, speak up, ignore, ghost, leave behind and move on, you deserve only the best

If someone makes you feel uncomfortable they aren’t worthy of your time and that’s period!

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚 — 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.1k

𝙖/𝙣: last fic before hiatus! will miss you guys!

𝙩/𝙬: EEE JUST CUTE AGRESSION

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan and minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

note: please listen to We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron while reading this...it hits harder lol [its also a really nice song]

Was Chan being bold and very brave? Yes. Did he hope that Minho would get mad? Yes. Did it work? Very much yes. 

The leader could tell why Minho enjoyed wearing the hoodie so much. It was very comfortable and oversized, even for him. 

But for one, Minho always wore it when he was in a lee mood. Usually, this was an expression that translated to ‘yes, you can wreck me now’ in Chan’s eyes, and Min was always his go-to if he had a ler mood. 

But now, it was quite a different situation. Chan’s lee mood had suddenly crept up on him and caught him off-guard, now he was in the mood to be wrecked in every spot until he went insane. 

And guess who was the best at that? Lee fricking Minho. 

So Chan waited for Min to return from dance practice, taking a small nap and relishing in the warmth of the dancer’s hoodie. 

He hoped Minho would actually be okay with him wearing it; Chan would never want to do something to make the younger uncomfy. 

Soon enough, Minho did return, walking into his room and smiling softly at the sight of the leader squished up so happily, asleep. 

‘Awh, look. The old man’s finally sleepi—wait. Is that my hoodie?’ Minho squinted, leaning closer and smiling wide when he realized it was. 

After a quick shower, he climbed into bed with Channie, grinning before suddenly slipping his warm hands up the hoodie and lightly tickling the older’s sides. 

Chan immediately startled and began to squirm away, the most adorable giggle making its way from his throat. 

“M—Mihin?” Chan asked, and Minho smiled at him. “Yeah?” 

“I’m wearing your hoodie.” Chan informed him. 

“I know. I think you look so cute in my clothes, hyung, I should let you wear them more often.” Minho cooed playfully, missing the big picture of what Chan was trying to imply. 

“I’m wearing the hoodie.” Channie squeaked again, burying his face in his hands and blushing. 

Then it dawned on Minho. ‘Ohhhh.’

A wide, evil smirk made its way onto Minho’s face. 

“Oh? Did you wanna get…wrecked by me?” Minho asked, fingers wiggling in front of Chan’s face; The leader was nodding. 

“Who am I to deny my love what he wants?” Minho snuck his hands under the older’s clothing again to tickle at his sides, and Chan kicked out a little through his giggles. 

“Mihihinho dohohon’t tehehease me plehehease!” Channie pleaded, though his begging fell on deaf ears as Minho’s fingers scratched around his belly next. 

”Fine, fine.“ Suddenly, Lino was changing positions, the older’s left arm pinned above his head as Minho straddled his waist. 

Confused, Chan asked Minho. “Why are you sitting there? Aren’t you gonna get me there?” 

Minho replied quickly. “Slow your horses, I’m just starting here.” His hands dart to the leader’s outstretched underarm. 

Chan let out an embarrassingly loud scream, crumbling under the dancer’s tickly fingers immediately as he submitted to the torture he would be forced to endure. 

Minho wrapped his legs tightly around the other’s waist, knowing how much he liked to squirm around. 

He continued to pull the cutest laughter from a very happy Channie. 

“…How about I try your little signature hoodie move, hm?” Minho teased, and Chan’s widened just as the cat lover’s head ducked below the edge of the hoodie. 

"N-No! That's my idea! It'll only work on you, not me!" Chan tried to protest, and Minho's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"So, what. You're suddenly not ticklish anymore?" "Yes!"

"...You do realize how dumb that sounds, right?" Minho deadpanned, ducking beneath the leader's hoodie to place a sweet kiss on the older's tummy.

“WAIT MIHIN DOHOHOHOHOHONT! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Chan went absolutely ballistic as Minho began to blow raspberries and nibble at the sensitive skin of his belly and waist, his sides not being left out of the arrangement. 

Chan only then understood how much the sensation elated him, the highest pitched laughter echoing through the room as he was tickled without mercy. 

"PLEHEHEASE OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!!"

Howled laughter was the only thing he could even get out. Chan felt satisfied and content; He had gotten what he wanted. 

When Minho began to nibble torturously over his v-line, Channie absolutely lost it, begging while feeling high at the intense tingly sensations spreading through his body.

"OKAHAHAY IHIHIM GOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!"

Soon enough, Minho emerged from the hoodie, patting at Chan’s belly and climbing onto him, laying his head on the older’s chest. 

“Seriously, though. I have to dress you in my clothes. You’re making me have cute aggression.” Minho cooed, squeezing the leader's cheeks.

Chan wrapped his arms around the younger and flipped both of them over, immediately knuckling at the kitten's ribs and making him scream out in laughter.

"Guess who's also ticklish?" Chan teased, knuckling ticklishly over the boy's upper ribs.

"THIHIS IHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TOHO MEHEEHEHE!!" Minho screeched, twisting and cackling.

"Oh, silly me? News flash, I'm your hyung. I can do what I want." Channie teased, and Minho's face flushed a deep red.

"PLEASE HYUNG NAHAAHAHAHA!"

"Hmmm...I wonder if my baby has a laughing button somewhere?~"

"NOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Minho pleaded, Chan's fingers moving lower and slowing his movements to both give the younger a break and to torture him with his light strokes.

"H—Hyung...plehehease just do ihihit ahahanything buhut thihis!!" Lino giggled his heart out, just as Chan managed to stick one finger into his belly button.

Minho went ballistic, his high-pitched cackles were back in full force, and Chan relished in how easy it was to reduce the normally bratty kitten into a hysterical, begging mess in seconds.

"GEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHOUT!! IHIHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT—AARGH!" Minho gasped. He almost forgot how much it tickled to have fingers in your belly button.

"Continue giggling for me, and I think I'll just tickle you forever. Your laugh is so sweet~"

At that, Minho started to tear up a little. Both because of the tickles and because of the sudden surge of overwhelming fondness overcoming his senses.

"Crying already? But I wanna keep going!" Chan exclaimed in surprise, though his finger did go from torturously scratching Minho's belly button to tracing around the outer edge.

Minho laid there for a few seconds before sitting up and wrapping his arms around the leader, burying his head into the older's shoulder.

"Oh...Min."

Chan's fingers continued to trace at the younger's sides as he laid them both down, cuddles imminent.

Moods satisfied, the two went to sleep comfortably in each others arms, safe and snug, though Minho did giggle for a lot of the night due to some fingers interfering in his sleep.

[minnielvrr]

Ler Channie thoughts~

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae, @jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

Ler Channie who's watching over Jeongin as Minho guides the maknae through one of their more challenging choreographies.

Innie’s soft hair bounced in the air as he kicked and twirled, his nose scrunched and lips pouted in concentration.

He was focused, mimicking each of Minho's movements with laser-sharp precision. The sight brought a fond smile to Chan's face.

"Relax, baby," he chides softly when he notices, sending a few pokes to the maknae's side. Innie yelped and hopped away with a squeak as Minho giggled at his reaction.

Chan felt a familiar twinge of jealousy. Watching his youngest squirm under Minho's teasing fingers stirred something deep inside him—he wanted that moment for himself.

Chan waited patiently, his eyes following Jeongin’s every move. His fingers twitched with anticipation as Innie finally lay down on the floor, exhausted but beaming.

Minho left the room, giving Chan the moment he'd been waiting for. His heart thumped in his chest, and a sly smile crept onto his face—the time to strike had come.

"You did well Ayen-ah~" Chan cooed, handing him a bottle of water and crouching down next to the boy.

“Thanks, hyungie~” Innie chirped, taking a long gulp of water. Chan waited until the maknae set the bottle down and returned to his starfish form.

When the moment was right, Chan made his move. Innie didn’t resist as Chan’s fingers circled his right elbow, pinning it near his head

“Hyung…?” He called nervously as the oldest straddled his thighs. It was obvious where this was going.

The position left him helpless. He couldn’t even budge the arm that was pinned. And his free hand was useless against Chan’s devious methods.

Chan wouldn’t be that mean, would he? To catch him when he’s too exhausted to fight back? When Jeongin had spent the last 2 hours using up all his energy to dance.

Oh, but Chan was that mean. Not usually, of course, just in those not so rare occasions that Jeongin’s satisfied smile sends him reeling into an insatiable ler mood from the sheer cuteness aggression.

Before Innie could react, Chan's hands were already on his hips, his blunt fingernails nipped and scratched at the younger’s protruding hipbone.

Innie barked out a frantic laugh, his left hand shooting down to grip onto Chan’s wrist as if he could fight off the oldest.

“Hyuhuhuhungahaha nohohoho it tiHIHIHICKLES!!” He pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and his dimples already carved onto rosy cheeks.

“Gosh look at you! Our giggly little baby bread hm? Will you laugh louder for hyung if I do this?”

Chan’s hands darted to his belly button next, slipping under Innie’s oversized t-shirt to reach the spot that always made him squeal oh so adorably.

He dipped his finger in, swirling the digit around as he watched with keen amusement at how their usually composed maknae crumbled.

Innie’s legs kicked out as he twisted on the floor, trying in vain to shove Chan’s hand away, but the older boy was relentless.

“Chahahannie hyuhuhung, staHAHAHAP! ShihihiHIHIT!!” Jeongin’s pleas dissolved into helpless cackles, and Chan’s grin only grew as his fingers traveled up to Jeongin’s neck.

"Wahahahait! Nohot thehere, anyhyhywhere buhut thehEHEHEHERE!!"

“Oh? Right here? You’re so cute like this baby~” Chan teased, pretending to consider before wiggling his fingers even faster on the very spot that had Jeongin in hysterics.

Innie’s laughter spilled out uncontrollably, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to squirm free. But Chan's hold on his was solid as he laughed alongside the little fox.

Innie bucked and twisted, but Chan’s grip was firm. He wasn’t going anywhere, at least not until the leader had his fill of hearing his laughter.

“Aww, trying to run away from me? You don’t have to be so shy Innie~” Chan cooed, his fingertips grazing the younger’s ribs with featherlight touches that sent goosebumps racing across his skin.

The maknae shivered, head falling back as loud, screechy laughter filled the room and escaped through the open door.

“Ihihi cahahahan’t pleHEHEHEASE! IT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD AHAHA!”

His desperate giggles had Minho running back in a panic It took Minho a moment to realize what was happening, and a small smirk crept onto his face.

“Got yourself in some trouble, Jeongin-ah?” He asked with a playful smile, bunny teeth on full display.

“HEHEHEHELP! MIHIHINHO HYUHUNG PLEHEHEASE—!!” Jeongin hysterical sounds cut off, leaving only desperate wheezes in it’s wake as Chan’s hand was shoved in his underarm.

Minho let the oldest have his fun for a couple minutes longer before he pulled him off the exhausted fox.

Innie was a wreck. His fluffy hair framed his head like a halo, his shirt ridden up, and his cheeks flushed and damp with tears as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Ihim sohoho gonna get youhu back for that hyung,” he threatened breathlessly and the gleam in his eyes told Chan he had about a minute before Jeongin would come chasing after him.

“Scary~” He teased, grabbing his bag and making a quick escape before the maknae could recover.

[neppy-34]

A Shared secret

This is a part two of this fic but you don’t need to read the first to enjoy this one!

(Disc Miguel gets caught tickling himself, silliness insues.)

Lee Miguel, lers MJ and Peter

(Word count: nearly 4000)

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“Were you tickling yourself?”

Miguel's stomach dropped.

This could not be real. There’s no way it was real. Miguel instinctively tugged his shirt back down, fully covering his abdomen as he returned the hem to its proper position. He tried to speak, bark out some string of words to explain his actions, but when he opened his mouth… words failed to form. It was then that Miguel realized he was holding his breath. Combining a weary sigh with a much-needed inhale cured his lack of air, only to trigger a rush of shakier breaths that worsened the tightness in his chest.

His eyes focused first on Peter's leaner frame, the obnoxiously bright robe never failing to grab attention. His second focus, though, was Peter's arched brow, somehow quirked in a manner both playful and accusatory. Miguel swallowed hard, attempting to ignore the smirk on Peter's face. He felt his cheeks grow warm, an uncomfortably awkward sort of heat that threatened to travel down his neck.

“I… What are you… I wasn’t…”

Miguel had to force the words out of himself, every vowel demanding a strained squeeze in his chest. He couldn’t talk about this. What would he say? He’d combust from pure mortification before he could ever explain why he enjoyed this… his self-indulgent little secret.

Miguel’s mind swam with anxiety, spilling over until the room felt like it was filling with water. The distant dripping of his bathroom sink echoed in his ears, and he felt the dull pain of having bitten his own lips.

Red hair. All he could see was bright red hair peeking out from behind the pink of Peter's robe.

This was so much worse than Miguel had thought.

“Hi honey…”

A soft smile accompanied Mary Jane’s words, while a glint of wonder shone in her eye.

Before he could register what he was doing, a huff of air left Miguel’s nose.

“Go away.”

The command felt unnatural on his lips. Some small part of him, some ever so tiny voice, cried out, pleading for Miguel to let himself be open. Even so he couldn’t listen, shame and fear nestling its way into his heart. His chest felt heavy until he heard soft steps approaching, and a gentle voice soon soothed his psyche.

“Hey.”

MJ’s small form settled on the edge of Miguel’s mattress. Miguel bit back a scoff, only just realizing how ridiculously large his bed was.

“It’s alright, Miguel.”

Delicate hands gently held his own. Looking at MJ, he felt an unexpected burst of amusement, as he saw her arm straining to reach across the long gap between them.

“You aren’t in trouble. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

Her voice soothed the sores of Miguel’s conscience. Was it really okay? To do something like this? To engage with such childish acts in (what Miguel had assumed to be) complete solitude?

Miguel had to stop himself from flinching when another weight was added to the bed, conspicuously closer to him than MJ. Lacking the courage to fully turn his head, he simply glanced in its general direction.

That robe was starting to get annoying.

“Yeah, I mean, come on, Miguel, it’s not like we didn’t already know you’re ticklish.”

Miguel furrowed his brows at Peter's failed attempt to lighten the mood. Resisting the urge to pout while simultaneously finding his words out of sheer irritation, Miguel spoke up.

“That's not the point, and you know that.”

Miguel's attempt at sounding venomous failed. The steadfast blush on his cheeks, along with the lingering image of his smile and his own fingers skittering along his torso, voided any semblance of intimidation.

“What I think Peter’s trying to say is-”

MJ scooted forward, closing the gap between herself and Miguel to spare her arms further strain.

“There's nothing to be ashamed of, Miguel.”

She brushed a stray hair away from his forehead, cupping his cheek and rubbing her thumb along the contours of his face.

“Actually, it’s pretty cute!”

That singular comment, laced with such confidence, finally made Miguel’s blush melt down to his neck. Everything felt hot… but now a pleasant kind of hot. Something invigorating that he’d never really felt before, or perhaps only in a faded memory.

“I don’t-”

Miguel cut himself off before a river of words could run out of his mouth. He was feeling so many different things at once. Joy, frustration, confusion… even shame still lingered, like a fine mist clinging to his very being.

“You don’t?”

Miguel could practically hear the smirk plastered on Peter's face. He suppressed a growl, trusting that Peter was acting in good faith and not just his usual teasing self. Taking a few deep breaths and rolling his shoulders gave Miguel the nerve to continue. He looked at Peter with knitted brows.

Miguel narrowed his eyes, and his jaw tightened. Confliction painted his face. Looking unable to decode what he was truly feeling in the moment. So many possibilities, so many things to say, to do. Too many things.

The tension festering inside Miguel was apparent. His shoulders rose up around his neck, and while his hands were open to accommodate MJ’s, his arms nearly shook with how flexed they were.

Peter smiled not with smugness, but with a certain kindness that made Miguel's chest feel fuzzy.

He placed a hand on Miguel’s lower back and started to soothe small circles with his palm, shushing and cooing as if Miguel were at risk of being spooked away. MJ and Peter briefly locked eyes, before pink lips mirrored the same gentle smile and MJ’s fingers began to massage Miguel’s palms.

After a few moments, the tension coiled up in Miguel’s body began to dissipate. His forearms and wrists relaxed first, followed by his lower back. All strain was eventually massaged or caressed away, leaving Miguel’s brain to gently buzz.

“Aww listen, he’s purring!”

MJ’s giddy remark snatched Miguel back to reality, the apparent buzzing in his skull was actually the reverberations of his purrs. How lovely. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he laid back in defeat. These two would be the death of him.

Almost in perfect synchronization, both MJ and Peter leaned down, ever so carefully resting their heads on each of Miguel’s shoulders. Miguel glanced down at both of them. It was almost as if the pair could read each other’s minds. Through sheer force of will, he made the rumbling in his throat stop, ceasing the purrs that’d gotten him into this cuddly predicament.

Peter placed his palm on Miguel’s chest, leaning in further to kiss the junction between his neck and shoulder. Miguel had to muster every bit of strength not to twitch or smile. Damn that suit of his… He was so covered up all the time that even Peter’s gentle gesture felt far more sensitive than it should have.

In an attempt at self-preservation, Miguel turned his head toward MJ, unintentionally exposing his neck even more. MJ’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she drew little circles on Miguel's shoulder with her index finger.

“You stopped purring.”

MJ whispered, her soft hair falling delicately around her shoulders. She no longer looked at Miguel, choosing instead to focus on the shapes she was tracing as she went on.

“Do you think we can make you purr again? Make you happy?”

Miguel’s stomach churned, and he bit the inside of his cheek to avoid an uncharacteristic whine of humiliation. This didn't feel real, two of his favorite people on either side of him, kissing him, offering him what he’d been craving for longer than he could remember. Not simple pokes and prods but full, knowing intent to drive him to hysterics.

“You can try.”

Miguel surprised himself with the remark that left his lips. A newfound faux confidence bloomed in his chest, and he leaned his head back, resisting the urge to shy away from the kisses Peter was planting on his throat. Damn that facial hair.

Maybe he could let himself enjoy this, maybe he didn’t need to let shame and fear rule his life, just for this one instance. Miguel wanted to indulge in this newly realized fantasy, finally tangible.

Peter pulling his lips away was a bit of a shock, yet all surprise dissipated when Miguel felt nimble fingers wiggling into his abdomen. He choked back a giggle, the sensation already so prominent. Was he really this sensitive?

Miguel’s query was swiftly answered by manicured nails scratching up and down his side. Biting down on his bottom lip was his only hope at warding away the giggles he felt bubbling up in his chest.

“You don’t gotta hold it in, you know.”

Peter’s slightly raspy mumble interrupted Miguel’s thoughts, sending shivers down his spine. Then as if that weren’t enough, Peter’s hand trailed down to Miguel’s stomach, pinching the softness below his belly button with fervent curiosity.

Miguel's abdomen flexed, stomach shaking with resistance. He couldn't break now, not when the sensations were so gentle and curious. He was better than that, he would not be reduced to blubbering giggles at this. No, he would hold out until his partners really showed him how ruthless they could be.

That sentiment held strong until he felt MJ shift, and in turn Peter followed her movements. Ever so slowly, Miguel watched as Peter shifted his weight, moving to straddle one of Miguel’s thighs. MJ went with a different approach, sitting up cross-legged next to Miguel’s chest, close enough for both her hands to potentially roam his ribs and underarms.

The pair wiggled their fingers menacingly at Miguel, though most of the intentional menace was radiating from Peter alone. Even so, Miguel couldn’t ignore the playful gleam in MJ’s eyes, or the way her cheekbones became more prominent as she grinned.

Teasing fingers soon became tickling ones, as both Peter and MJ quickly descended on Miguel’s rigid form.

This is what he’d been looking for. The near-ruthless scribbles and scratches. MJ focused on wiggling her hands between Miguel’s ribs and arms, climbing up to his armpits before dragging her nails back down to his lowest rib, repeating the motion indefinitely. Meanwhile Peter squeezed at his hips, thumbs circling Miguel’s hip bones as if using a pair of joysticks. The joint sensations caused waves of ticklishness to crash over Miguel, and his giggles finally erupted. Uncharacteristically exuberant, Miguel’s laughter rose and fell inconsistently. It was a complete turnaround from his usually irritable and standoffish demeanor.

“Wait! Hold on- Ah, guys!”

Miguel spoke frantically, not really intending to mean anything, but needing an outlet. That was until Peter moved one hand off his hips, and instead reached behind to squeeze rapidly at Miguel’s unstraddled thigh.

“Cut it out, cut it out!” Giggles broke through Miguel’s words, as he found himself unable to cope with the new ticklish bursts zipping up his leg.

He hissed quietly, swiping at Peter's hands. He didn’t want Peter to stop, though, and felt his stomach drop slightly when Peter signaled for MJ to stop as well. What followed was an odd silence, an obvious attempt by Peter to seem intimidating. Miguel couldn’t help but shut his eyes. As childish as it was, he couldn’t bear to see the expression on Peter's face.

Miguel kept his eyes firmly closed, that was until he felt a handful of rapid little pokes aimed directly at this midsection. His eyes flew open as his back arched outward, inadvertently pushing his stomach up. The barrage of pokes felt electric, causing him to kick his legs out in surprise.

“Hey, don’t start ignoring us now!”

Miguel felt a new rush of warmth in his cheeks. He wasn’t trying to disregard them. He simply couldn’t stand looking at his tormentors for another second.

“I didn't! That’s not what I-”

Miguel’s futile attempt at explaining himself was cut short, the poking undergoing a metamorphosis. Peter now caged Miguel’s stomach with a clawed hand, squeezing rapidly.

“What, you didn't start ignoring us? Because I’m pretty sure that’s what you did~”

Peter taunted Miguel playfully, letting up on his squeezes for just a moment to engage MJ in their lovely (albeit one-sided) conversation.

“So, how do you think he should make up for being so rude?”

Peter's eyes were half-lidded, and his brows wagged playfully. MJ laughed quietly to herself, peering down at Miguel’s squirming frame. He was gripping Peter’s wrist, wiggling his hips back and forth in an attempt to quell Peter's tickle attack. The scene gave MJ the perfect idea to make Miguel behave.

“How about we have him keep his hands behind his head?” MJ smiled, freckles shifting with her grin. “That way he can’t, uh, do that.”

Miguel had shoved a palm into Peter’s face, attempting to push the older man away. He’d bared his fangs as he growled, a newfound flame of rebellion burning inside of him. Even so, at MJ’s suggestion, his grimace faltered and his eyes opened wide. He choked out a quiet sound of surprise, a shiver running down his spine at the notion.

Peter’s eyebrows raised, accompanied by a knowing smirk. He removed his hand from Miguel’s midriff, theatrically flexing his fingers as they retreated. In a show of dexterity, he leapt from Miguel’s thigh towards his upper body, grabbing Miguel's wrist in the same motion.

“Now keep this… here.”

Peter maneuvered Miguel’s arm over his head, planting his palm behind his slightly curled locks. Given Miguel’s refusal to help at all in the matter, Peter almost had to puppeteer him. MJ giggled, nose scrunching in delight. Mimicking Peter’s movements, she managed to place Miguel’s other hand behind his head.

With both arms now raised, Miguel was fully exposed to any tickling fingers that might come his way. He felt like he was burning from the inside out. Peter and MJ’s casual manipulation of arms had been indescribably mortifying. His eyes darted rapidly between the two of them.

The couple glanced at each other, silently agreeing not to point out that yes, while Miguel was practically scowling, he’d made no attempt to return his arms to his sides.

“Are you ready, Migs?”

MJ pinched his cheek playfully, smiling at how obviously rhetorical her question was. Miguel could only huff as he leaned his head away from her teasing fingers.

The initial pounce made Miguel jolt, lifting his hips up and off the bed in shock. Wordlessly, both MJ and Peter had begun scribbling and scratching at his underarms, taking advantage of the newly accessible spot. A grin instantly spread across Miguel's face, and he found himself erupting into elated giggles as the sensations proved too much to resist. Fleetingly, he pondered if he’d actually ever been tickled there before. When he attempted to conjure up some memory of fingers wiggling under his arms, though, nothing came. The blush on his cheeks spread across his nose before migrating to his ears, the thought of being tickled somewhere no one had touched before enticing that odd, tickle-hungry voice in his head.

The scratches and scribbles refused to let up, leaving Miguel to grab fistfuls of his own hair and drum his legs against the mattress. Obviously it wasn’t unpleasant, but the tingly shocks running through his body gave him excess energy.

“Gehehet out!”

Miguel began to struggle, the mirrored scratching proving too much for him to handle. Regardless, he still kept his hands behind his head in a strange form of obedience. He arched his back, leaning away from MJ’s manicured claws just to make contact with Peter’s intruding stubble. The prickly feeling made him flinch back, effectively stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Then as if they were never there to begin with, the fingers dispersed, leaving Miguel to pant and fight off residual laughter.

“Where to tickle next…”

MJ smirked, rouge bangs falling over her eyebrows. She made eye contact with Peter for a moment, placing two fingers on Miguel's chest and walking them down his torso, causing him to exhale with a shudder.

“How about... here?”

MJ seized the hem of Miguel’s shirt, holding it up to peek at his bare skin. The cool air of his bedroom made goosebumps emerge, and Miguel had to forcefully steady his breathing, not wanting to reveal how giddy he was at this new prospect.

Peter only chuckled in response, nodding his head and pinching the opposite side of Miguel’s shirt. Slowly, he inched the garment up to display Miguel’s tanned stomach, intentionally dragging his fingers along skin as he went.

Soon enough, Miguel’s shirt was pushed up past his abs, leaving him open for Peter and MJ to explore to their hearts’ content. His stomach quivered with anticipation as he watched the pair through narrowed eyes. He switched between them in quick succession, almost as if to keep them, and their tickling fingers, at bay. Though all three knew that gaze meant nothing.

Peter slowly started inching his hand towards Miguel’s midriff, as if his cautious movements would go undetected. The pair locked eyes and Miguel bared his fangs, attempting to intimidate Peter out of teasing him. Despite his efforts, Peter hovered his fingers right above Miguel’s stomach. Their gazes remained locked until Miguel felt a hand grab his side and squeeze. The sensation caused Miguel to lash his head toward MJ, her shameless grin communicating that he’d played right into their trap.

As soon as Miguel processed the pair’s plan, he felt the bursting sensation of Peter wiggling both hands into his torso, one hand squeezing his flank while the other skittered up and down the side of his stomach. Simultaneously, MJ began to scribble her nails along Miguel’s abdomen, tickling and exploring and occasionally migrating to his lower tummy.

Miguel arched his back, biting down on his lower lip. His efforts proved fruitless, however, as the combination of sly scribbling and firm squeezing was simply too much to ignore. He threw his head back in hysterics, eyebrows turned up in pure delirious glee. His eyes went wide as a snort escaped him. He hadn’t even realized he could still do that.

“Was that a snort?”

MJ’s question seemed to slip by, with Miguel too deep in the throes of frenzied laughter to register much beyond the persistent tickling.

“I think it was! Hey, do you think we can make him do it again?”

Peter's words fought to be heard over Miguel’s babbling giggles. MJ nodded, smiling wide, both of her hands focused on fluttering just above the hem of Miguel’s pants. The pair began to whisper to each other, never ceasing their tickly assault.

Oblivious to the scheming happening before him, Miguel nearly shrieked when a dual buzzing sensation appeared, mirrored on the left and right sides of his stomach. The tingling reverberations nearly drove him mad. His fangs unsheathed themselves and extended as loud, ecstatic laughter burst from his chest. In an act of self-defense, he attempted to buck off his tickling assailants, only to find the action to be impossible. Peter had hooked an arm under one of his thighs, holding the limb close to himself as an anchor. MJ had done the same.

As another round of maddening buzzes occurred, Miguel simply couldn't hold back the shrieks and snorts of laughter fighting to escape him. Embarrassment infested his mind, goading him to hide his face in the crook of his arm.

“Aww, look who’s trying to hide~”

MJ had pulled away from Miguel’s stomach, pausing her ticklish torment. Instead she soothed the attacked area with her palm, cooing at Miguel with an air of flirtatious sympathy. Peter had halted as well, resting his cheek on Miguel’s belly. His prickly stubble still kept Miguel on the edge of laughter.

Miguel forced himself to suppress a whimper, suddenly aware that all eyes were on him. He was stuck in limbo, having to either stay partially hidden and admit the tickling was too much, or face his partners head-on and endure their endless teasing.

After a long pause, Miguel finally uncovered his face, staring MJ and Peter down. His brows furrowed and his lip pulled in a slight frown, thick eyelashes coming together as he narrowed his eyes as well.

“Oh, don't be like that,” MJ scoffed, scratching momentarily on Miguel’s stomach, making him exhale shakily. “Your tooth is stuck on your lip… It makes you look like a cat.” MJ smiled as she pointed this out. It only deepened Miguel’s frown, before he adjusted his lips to return the fang to its proper place.

“Speaking of cats…” Peter began, rubbing Miguel’s stomach with his palm. “How about we try getting you to purr again?” He beamed at the suspicious look on Miguel's face. “For real this time!”

Peter’s rubs turned into gentle, soothing scratches. Miguel, being the ball of sensitivity he was, still had giggles bubbling out of his mouth, though they were less frantic and more content. MJ took on her own initiative, crawling up to Miguel’s shoulder and peppering his neck with gentle kisses. Simultaneously, she traced circles against the junction between his chest and collarbone.

Miguel felt pure bliss. The juxtaposition of the rough working over he’d just undergone with this more gentle, affectionate tickling had turned his mind to mush. Without considering the implications, he tilted his head back to provide MJ more room for kissing. In the same motion, he returned his arms to their original resting position. One hand wandered to hold the small of MJ’s waist, while the other played with Peter's scruffy hair.

Much to his embarrassment, Miguel once again produced crackling purrs that rumbled through his chest. Giggles emerged through the purring when Peter resumed nuzzling his cheek into Miguel’s belly. Miguel couldn't help but let his eyes close, fully savoring the light sensations washing over him.

The line between tickling and cuddling blurred, the trio falling into a soft, comfortable silence. The only consistent sound was the purring Miguel continued to emit. Before he knew it, Peter had crawled up next to him, placing his head on Miguel's shoulder. Now sandwiched between two of his favorite people, Miguel felt the claws of sleep latching onto him.

A few rapid blinks kept him conscious, but they couldn't erase the pressure behind his eyes. He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, seeking one last excuse to not drift away from this tangible nirvana he’d achieved. It was late, not extremely so, but late enough for staying in bed to be the most sensible option. Despite his typical long hours, he was still aware that any attempt at getting up would be met with a lecture about healthy sleep schedules.

That's when Miguel heard Peter's soft snores.

The rhythmic grumbles of sleep lulled Miguel into an even drowsier daze, the sweet smell of MJ’s perfume only contributing to the spell being cast upon him. Both senses were engaged in a calming dance, beckoning Miguel towards slumber.

At long last, Miguel let his eyes fall shut, deciding he could enjoy this with them… just as much as he’d enjoyed letting them share in his secret.

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I want to give a huge thank you to @tickly-tufts and @tickles-tea . They both beta read, and edited my fic, and even encouraged me to write it in the first place!! They’re both amazing writers and creators and i cant thank them enough. Not to mention both of them gave me wonderful ideas for discriptions and dialogue.

Thank you everyone for reading, your support means the most <3